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Good judges said erintendence of his uncle's sugar plan- that, at end, he was second only to tation on the South Pacific Island of that unique miracle in football, P'rank Maulo. Hinkey. There was no game which he His career at Yale had caused him could not pick up in six weeks, and to look forward, without conceit, to play with the best. And deep in his the possibility of enjoying supreme heart lie was bitterly disappointed at honors in at least one branch of sport. having to relinquish these things and Indeed, so pronounced was his talent turn planter. for the game of golf that he was fa- One element of his exile did not oc- miliarly and affectionately known to cur to him. That it was depriving the exponents of that game as young civilization of a thing of beauty, which St. Andrews. is a joy forever. If he entered a res- The passion for controlling the flight taurant all the eyes in the place were and run of a small white ball had not turned to look at him, and his scrap- been allowed to interfere with more basket had received the fragments of serious duties. Cragin's great back, letters from innumerable strange ladies burnt a fiery brown, the skin of it who said they loved him. clean and fine as a girl's, had been con- The Island of Maulo does not lend spicuous to the waist in the Yale boat itself to golf. It is composed almost at New London for two races. Also entirely of bunker and rough. The at the intercollegiate track games he bunker surrounds it in the shape of a had hurled the .sixteen-pound hammer glaring white sand beach, and the rough seven inches farther than Belfry, the in sugar-cane, palm-groves, and thickets. famous Prineetonian. And he had made The Island also contains many water- a bold bid for the quarter-mile, finish- hazards, rapids, falls, and deep pools. ing second by less than a yard to that Cragin came, saw, sighed, and hung Copyright, 1M.4, by CLIFFORD L. TURNER. .•)// rights reserved. THE MAN WHO LOOKED IP up his golf-clubs. Every Sunday he Cragin did not take to Sandy at all. had tin in down, and cleaned them with Hut be felt that he had to be polite to emery-cloth, and oiled the shafts. Some- him because he was the only other white times he took a few practice-swings, to man within hundreds of miles. Sandy keep his hand in. but this did not seem was little. He had shockingly red hair to lead to anything, and a time came and a shockingly red beard. His skin, when a golf-club felt as strange to him in spite of the tropic sun, was of a as a boomerang. "There's only one dazzling white, wherever it wasn't spot- game to play in this place," lie said, ted by a gigantic freckle. He had a "and that's sugar-growing." hut in a grove of palm-trees, into which At this game his glorious physique the wind blew steadily from the ocean. was of no particular advantage. Cane His view was the beach and .surf. He will grow as well for a dwarf as for spent most of his waking hours swim- a giant. It's all in good luck and know- ming out with a surf-board and riding ing how. Cragin was lucky as young in on it. His wardrobe was limited. men go. hut did not know how to grow When he was on shore he wore an old sugar, and it seemed, under the circum- pair of trousers—when he was in swim- stances, almost impossible to learn. ming, lie didn't. In one great particu- There were three huge plantations on lar he differed from the average beach- Maulo—his uncles and two that had comber. He was deeply religious, and been abandoned. Such white men as he lived alone. had gutted the latter had scattered to Three times Cragin called upon San- engage elsewhere in other enterprises. dy and three times he got little con- Save for one "beach-comber, " Cragin versation for his pains. The man was was the only white man on the island ; taciturn and shame-faced. He was al- so that he not only had to learn how- ways looking at the ground. And when to grow sugar from natives, but he he did vouchsafe an answer it was in had to learn the language in which he a whisper, difficult to hear and under- was to be taught. His uncle had said: stand. "It's rich sugar land. I've seen it my- The sugar-cane was three feet high self; but every overseer I've had has before Sandy returned Cragin's third been a thief. Now you can either go visit. He wore his trousers, and car- out and see what you can do with the ried in one hand a shabby leather to- proposition, or I'll find you a ten-dol- bacco-pouch. lar-a-week job down-town." "Want a fill for your pipe, Sandy?' And Cragin. like any other sensible Cragin asked. youth, had chosen out-of-doors and the "Na," whispered the latter, with unknown. averted eyes. "I dinna' use the weed." All the way out to Maulo lie had He thrust the old pouch into Cragin's studied what the books could tell him hand. of growing and harvesting and manu- "Will ye spier what's in yont?" he facturing sugar-cane.