d have given all that I possessed to live
through it again with her.

Handing my bags to the porter I hastened toward the club house. I was
hurrying across the edge of the eighteenth green when someone shouted to
me.

"Hello, Smith!"

I turned and saw Marshall and Chilvers. Marshall pitched his ball to the
green with more than his usual deliberation, and then they came toward
me and I advanced to meet them.

"Where in thunder have you been?" asked Chilvers, and it suddenly
occurred to me that I had told no one of my mission, neither had I left
my address. The next instant I realised that Miss Harding had not told
of the receipt of my letter. This might mean much or little.

"My Uncle Henry died out in New Mexico," I said.

"Too bad," said the sympathetic Chilvers. "Unless one of my uncles dies
pretty soon I'll have to go to work. But why didn't you let us know
where you were."

"I had just time to catch a train," I said. "What's the news?"

"News? Let's see?" reflected Chilvers. "Grandma Marshall, here, won the
July cup, and our team won the match with South Meadows by a score of
twenty-three to five. Say, we didn't do a thing to those boys. Moon has
bought two new clubs, Boyd made the sixth hole in two, Duff won four
dozen balls from Monahan, Lawson has a new stance which he claims will
lengthen out his drive twenty yards--and speaking about Lawson, he
discovers something every week which lengthens his drive at least twenty
yards. I've figured out that he should be driving at least five hundred
yards from improvements alone. That's all the news I can think of; do
you know any, Marshall?"

"They have moved the tee back on the seventh hole," volunteered
Marshall, "and--oh, yes; Wallace has gone."

"Where's he gone?" I asked, exasperated at the character of their
information.

"Someone died over in Scotland and left him money," said Chilvers. "Just
as soon as we get a good professional, his rich relatives pass away and
we lose him."

"How is Mr. Harding?" I asked.

I saw Chilvers wink at Marshall.

"Did you say Mr. Harding or Miss Harding?" asked Chilvers.

"I said Mr. Harding. What's the matter; are you deaf?"

"I'm a little hard of hearing at times," he grinned. "Let's see; when
did Mr. Harding leave here, Marshall?"

"It was the day that you and I beat Boyd and Lawson," said Marshall,
after a long pause. "That was a week ago."

"I presume he's in the city," I carelessly remarked.

"I presume h