all in use now is a recent invention of Vulcan's. They cost
twelve hundred dollars a dozen. They are made of liquefied
electricity. We take the electric current, liquefy it, then solidify
it, then mould it into the form of a sphere. Inside we place a little
gong, that begins to ring as soon as the ball lands. The electricity
in it is what makes it fly so rapidly and so far, and even you mortals
know the principle of the electric bell."

"Oh, indeed we do," said I, pulling at my mustache nervously. I was
beginning to get excited over this celestial golf. On earth I have all
of the essentials of a first-class golf maniac, except the ability to
play the game. But this so far surpassed anything I had ever seen or
imagined before that I was growing too keen over it for comfort. I was
in real need of having my spirits curbed, so I ventured to inquire
after a phase of the game that has always dampened my ardor in the
past--the caddie service. I did not expect that this could attain
perfection even in Olympus, and I was not far wrong.

"You must have pretty lively caddies," I threw out.

Adonis sighed. "You'd think so, but that's where we are always in
trouble. We've tried various schemes, but they haven't any of 'em
worked well. At first we took our own Olympian boys. We got the mother
of the Gracchi to lend us her offspring, but they weren't worth a rap.
Then we hired forty little devils from Hades, and we had to send them
back inside of a week. They were regular little imps. They were
cutting up monkey shines all the time, and waggled their horrid little
tails so constantly that Jove himself couldn't keep his eye on the
ball--and the language they used was something frightful. You couldn't
trust them to clean your clubs, because there wasn't any power
anywhere that could keep them from running off with 'em; and in the
matter of balls, they'd steal every blessed one they could lay their
hands on. We finally had to employ cherubs. We've about sixty of 'em
on hand now all the time, and they come as near being perfect as you
could expect. Ever see a cherub?"

"Only in pictures," said I. "They're just heads with wings, aren't
they?"

"Yes," said Adonis, "and, having no bodies, they're seldom in the way,
and some of the best of 'em can fly almost as fast as the ball."

"How do they carry the bags?" I asked, much interested.

"They hang 'em about their necks, just above their wings," Adonis
explained, "but even they are not