puzzled Chilvers. "What did you say
it was?"

"The _Articum Lappa_, more commonly called the burdock," explained
Mr. Wilson.

"If you can't find your ball drop another one and play!" shouted Harding
from the other side of course. Just then I discovered the ball, and
after two strokes Wilson got it out of trouble, and then by a lucky
approach and putt won the hole. Harding looked at him suspiciously.

[Illustration: "What are you looking for?"]

On the next hole their drives landed the balls not far apart and neither
was in trouble.

"I'm afraid this man Wilson can beat me," Harding said to us in an
undertone as we neared the balls.

"Don't lose your nerve, papa," cautioned his daughter.

Wilson was away, but when he was within a few yards of his ball he
looked intently at the turf and then dropped to his knees and crawled
slowly around.

"What are you looking for?" exclaimed Harding "There's your ball right
in front of you."

"I know it," calmly said Wilson, running his hand over the turf, "but
I'm curious to know what kind of _Trifolium_ this is."

"Wilson," said the magnate, as the former rose to his full height and
took a club from his bag, "Wilson, I might as well quit and give up this
game."

"Why?" asked the surprised banker.

"Let me tell you something," declared Harding. "I only took up this golf
business a few weeks ago, and by hard work have found out about mashies,
hooks, foozles, cops, one off two and all those difficult things, but
I'm blamed if I ever heard of trifoliums, or whatever you call 'em, and
you can't ring 'em in on me. I won't stand for it! We don't play
trifoliums in Woodvale, do we, Smith?"

"But my dear Harding," interposed Wilson, his mobile face wrinkled in a
smile, "_Trifolium_ is not a golf term and has nothing whatever to do
with the game."

"What in thunder is it?"

"_Trifolium_ is the genus name for the clover plant, and these are
beautiful specimens," explained this amateur botanist.

"It is, is it?" laughed Harding. "Well, let's see how far you 'can knock
that ball out of that bed of _Trifoliums_."

We left them soon after and returned to the club house. The ladies did
not care to play before luncheon, preferring to take a rest after the
exciting experiences of the trip from Woodvale. I ran across an old
friend of mine, Sam Robinson, and he and I played against Carter and
Chilvers. Robinson is one of the best amateurs in the country and we
defeated our oppone