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Show Butterfly Links in Guam By R. C. KENAMORE (Copyright.) npHIS story Is told for the purpose of preserving the fame of William Wil-liam Emory Hallowell, the man who made golf possible In Guam. Golf took like anything In Guam when the first sticks and bails were brought In, and we who were marooned ma-rooned there set about providing a suitable course. But as soon as everything began to shape up nicely, troubles began to spring up like the rank vegetation of that prolific island. Indeed, the vegetation was the greatest bother. If we had put enough men at work on the elghteen-hole course to keep It clear, we would have bankrupted the insular government. It would have required a small army all the time. The grass grew so fast that a closely close-ly cropped green would cover a ball the second "day, and we lost so many balls that we exhausted the visible supply, which was not large to start with. Hallowell was connected with the Department of Agriculture for the United States government, and he knew a lot of things. One day as I left the links, I saw him in a little shelter house where we hung eour coats. He did not notice me, but I noticed him and saw the light of genius ge-nius in his eye. Next day he came swinging across the grass, making commotions In the swarms of butterflies butter-flies and seeming very Joyful. He came to the first tee and called us all about him. Then he made a little flamboyant speech, calling himself him-self the Deliverer of Guam and tell- ; fng us where he wished his monument erected when he had beefl called from us. "Observe closely," he commanded as a magician would. Then he drew j a golf ball from one pocket, and from another a small Jar with a screw top, such as ladies keep on their dressing tables. He rubbed some of the Jellylike Jelly-like contents of the Jar on the ball, teed It up and drove off. Casually noting the direction, he , turned to us as an orator. "My dear friends, you will now , kindly follow me. I lead you to your ( deliverance." He strode off through the ankle-deep grass swinging his club as gaily as a fairy would a wand. . A hundred yards away was a cloud of blue butterflies, apparently swarm- ing over some object on the ground. r He walked into the fluttery mass, , brushed aside the grass, and there s was his ball. I We cheered in good fashion then, for we saw the hail-mark- of inspl-. inspl-. ration. We knew that he had for-. for-. ever eliminated the lost-ball trouble I if he could make the butterflies follow t the ball, for there are more butterflies I than anything else in Guam. ; Then William Emory condescended to explain. He had carefully examined into the habits of the large, swift, blue butterflies, and had learned that they fed exclusively upon the honey in a little brown flower that we came later la-ter to call the Foozler's lily. Then It was simple. He employed some natives na-tives to bring him, a quantity of this plant and extracted the honey in some way of his own. This, made into a sort of paste, was the stuff he rubbed on the ball. Its strong and rather pleasant odor attracted the butterflies and all In the vicinity flew to the ball when it stopped, setting a waving flag, as it were, on the ball's He. Hallowell was a hero for days, and we gave him a very successful supper In. the commandant's quarters. He went stolidly ahead with his work, but found time to analyze the honey and compound a satisfactory substitute which could be made by a chemist, thus eliminating the native flower gatherer nuisance. We named the course the Butterfly Links in his honor, and the wife of a consular agent created a decided stir at a lawn party one afternoon by putting some of the honey on the top of her hat. She moved about the grounds with an- aurora of blue butterflies but-terflies above her. It happened by the merest chance, that blue was the .color most becoming to her. But it was two years before the accomplishment was announced, which finally assured Hallowell of immortality. immortal-ity. We usually played up to the very moment of nightfall. Hallowell asked us all, there was such a Ilitifllllv SMl.'lll cnlnnv lit hnt to stay until dark. We did, expecting new wonders. We asked if he had discovered the favorite tipple of the fireflies, and similar silly questions, hut he maintained a becoming reserve. When darkness had come, he had a lantern swung on the first flag and went to the tee, even as iie had done two years before. He smeared some paste on his ball and drove off, as ho had done two years before, but we refused to be impressed, as we saw that every day. We looked toward the lantern and wer-- positively dumbfounded to see a great commotion among the fireflies fire-flies We ran to the little luminous elou'I not far from the tlag, for llal-loweil llal-loweil played a credible game, and his hall was there. Some one caught one of the fireflies fire-flies and the secret was out. That wonderful man had actually succeeded in crossing the fireflies and the butterflies but-terflies in such manner that they kept their taste for the honey and their light, too. After that, we spent our evenings in playing golf and telling Hallowell what a great man he was. |