Wallace teed a ball and Miss Lawrence drove a very good one for her. It was straight and a trifle high, but it had a carry of fully 120 yards. "Didn't I tell you I was improving!" she exclaimed, smiling triumphantly at Mr. Harding. "Mr. Wallace is a splendid teacher." "Yes, and you are a splendid pupil," returned Mr. Harding, with a knowing smile, "but you give me a chance, or I'll lodge a protest with the board of management." She laughed, waved her hand mockingly at him, and away they went. I noticed that Wallace was not playing. He carried the clubs and they walked close to each other. He said something and she looked up to his face and smiled. It was evident they had much to talk of, and while I cannot prove it, I am inclined to doubt if their conversation was restricted to the details of the game. Harding watched them, a quiet smile on his strong, kindly, and rugged face. He was humming the air of an old love song. "Smith," he said after an interval of silence, "there are only two things in this life really worth having." "What are they?" "Youth and health." "How about love?" I asked. "Youth and health own love," he replied. "Love is their obedient servant. I thank God that I have not lost my youth or my health." I was privileged to see this remarkable man for a moment in a new light, one which increased my respect and admiration for him. When we returned to the club house the veranda was buzzing with gossip. Miss Dangerfield was delighted when she found that I was not acquainted with the cause of the excitement. It gave her a chance to impart the news to one ready to listen, and she was not slow in taking advantage of it. "Miss Lawrence has refused Mr. LaHume!" she whispered, though she might as well have screamed it through a megaphone, since I was the only one on the veranda in ignorance of it. "How do you know?" I asked. "I dare not tell," she said, but I knew she would. "If you'll promise not to reveal it to a living soul I'll tell you." I promised. "Mr. LaHume told Mr. Chilvers, Mr. Chilvers told Mrs. Chilvers, Mrs. Chilvers told Miss Ross, and Miss Ross told me, so you see that I have it right from the original source." "And you told me," I said. "Why should the chain stop in so obscure a link. I am dying to tell somebody." "But you promised not to," Miss Dangerfield protested. "So did you," I replied. "It seems that Percy flatly asked her to marry him, and that she flatly refused him," she continued, ignoring my implied threat. "I understand that Mr. LaHume is going to resign from the club." "Why?" I asked. "Does he not find it effective as a matrimonial agency?" "I don't know," she said. "There he is now, and he's trying to catch your eye." I turned and saw LaHume, who signalled that he wished to speak to me. I saw at a glance that he had been drinking. He shoved a piece of paper into my hands.