The second hole in the golf course at Roehampton, England, is a bad hole for golfers who do not hit a long ball. On an April day, when the turf is moist and a bright wind is blowing off the tee-flag into your nose, the second hole is not an easy hole at all. Abe Mitchell knows this. Until that hole he had been doing very well in the Roehampton invitation—the first British professional tournament of the year. Rugged and jaunty after a hibernation at St. Albans (where, under the patronage of a wealthy...
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