completing the round in 80, which is the best score I have made this season. I put it all over Carter, who had made me a side bet of the dinners for the four of us that his individual score would be better than mine. Miss Harding won an automobile which will cost not less than $15,000; I won fifty-six dozen golf balls, enough to last me two years; Carter lost a dinner which I thoroughly enjoyed, and Mr. Harding lost his temper, but I will give him credit for finding it the moment the game was over. He laughed as if it were the greatest joke in the world. "You threw me down, Kid," he said to Miss Harding, "but I'll forgive you. You get the buzz wagon and Smith gets a cartload of balls, but I'll tell you one thing, and that is this: I'm going to learn how to hit one of those blamed balls in the nose every time I swipe at it, even if I have to resign the presidency of the R.G. & K. railroad." I can see that the golf microbe has marked him for a shining victim. ENTRY NO. IX MR. SMITH GETS BUSY I have had to neglect my golf and attend to business. For nearly a week I have not seen Miss Harding. And all on account of that miserable N.O. & G. stock. Early in the week it dropped to more than ten points below the figure at which I purchased it. This meant a loss of $20,000. Tuesday morning I called on my broker and he informed me that if N.O. & G. dropped two more points he would have to call on me for margins. There were rumours, he said, that it would pass its next dividend, or at least reduce it. Then I got busy. I called on Jones, the kind friend who steered me against this investment. Jones informed me that certain powerful banking interests were raiding the stock. He could not identify them, and I saw that he knew nothing about it. "We are the lambs, Smith," he sadly said. "I'm in for a thousand shares myself." "They have not an ounce of my fleece yet," I declared, and turned and left him.