Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-05-06
PART III.

After luncheon at the tale d1ete ,f
the Britannia hotel at Dronthjefn the
friends made their way along the
broad. quiet streets with their low,
wooden houses, and they had left the
town, going In the direction OF the
Gjeitfjeld, when they overlook, ia the
village OF Ihlen, an elderly gentleman
with a young girl. evidently bent on
the same excursion The pair had sat
a few places OF at the table d'hote,
and as this much acquaintance justified
q recognition in so lonely n spot, West
hove n his friends lifted their hats.
The old gentleman Immediately asked,
In English, whether they knew the road
to the GjeitfJead; he and his daughter
who. during the ooIloquy. never
locked up from her "Baedeker"-couh
no. agree on the subject This differ
enc OF opinion led to a conversations;
the two young men begged to be al
lowed To joan them, Frank being OF
opinion that "Baedeker' Was right.
Papa will never believe in sBae-
deker, said the young Lady, with a
quiet smile. as she closed the red vol
ume she had been consulting. Nor will
he ever trust me when I tell him I
viii guide him safely"
Are you always so sure OF knowing
your way" said Frank. laughing.
"Alwslysg She saucily declared, with
a gay laugh.
BERTHE inquired how long a walk Il
was, and was to be seen at the end OF
IT; franks everlasting walks were n
WEAKNESS and a bore. During his resi-
derfce with his friend ise had so spoiled
himself. IN order to forget his former
wretchedneSS, that he how knew no
greater pleasure than that Of lying on
a bench with a cigar, or a glass OF port.
and, above al, would avoid every exer-
ton. But now. abDOad-w hen a man is
traveiing-he cannot forever sit doing
in his hotel. Besides, he was quite
stiff with riding in a carriole: all
this useless rushing about was really
INDUSTRIOUS folly. and White-R Rose Cot
tage was not such a bad place. Frank.
on the contrary. thoroughly enjoyed
the clear, invigorating air OF this bril-
liant summer day, and he drank in the
sunshine as though it were fine wine
cooled By a fresh mountain breeze: his
step was elastic and his voice had a
contented ring.
Are you an Englishman:. asked the
gentleman.
Westhoye explained that they were
Dutch. that they lived In London; and
MS tone had the frank briskness which
a man instinctlveiy adopts TO fellow
travellers, as sharing his lot for the
moment. when the weather Is fine and
the landscape pleasing. Their sympa-
thy being thus aroused by their adj
miration OF Norwegian they
walked on side by side, the elder maa
stepping U b~ravely. the young lady
very erect. with her fine figure nodded
in a simple, ciose-ftting blue cloth
dress, TO which a cape with several
folds something like an elegant tyne
oil coachinan's cape-Ient a dash of
smartness. h wore a sort OF Jockey
cap. with a mannish air. on her thick
twists OF ruddy-gold hair.
BERTHE could not understand how ALI
this could be called pleasure: out no
made no complaint. He spoke little.
not thinking it necessary TO make him.
self agreeable to people whom he prob
ably might never set eyes on again
after D morrow. So he just kept on
with them, wondering at Frank. who
mad at once plunged into eager conver-
sation with the young lady, but pe--
ceiving on a sudden that his own no.
likeness and tact were a mere superb
cial varnish as compared with Franks
instructive good breeding. At that
moment for the first time, notwith-
standing bis better features and natty
travelling costume, he felt so far
FRANKS inferior that a surge of fury.
resembling hate. thrilled through him
lie could not bear this sense Of inferi-
ority; so be approached the old gen
tieman, n walking by his side. forced
himself to a show OF respectful amia-
biiity- Az they followed the windIngs
OF the upward and diminishing oath.
they by degrees left behind Frank and
MS companion. and thus climbed the
hill two and two.
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