The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-11-22

were excited; and once more my desire
to fathom the mystery hanging about
Olivia might plunge her into fresh DIM
culties, should 1t reach the ears Of Eos
ter or his wife.
Il must satisfy myself about her safe
ty now" | said. "Only put yourself in
my place, Jack. How can l rest till l
know more about OliviaY
II do put myself In your place." he
answered. "What do you say to having
a run down to this place In Basse Nor
mandy, and seeing for yourself whether
Miss Elllen Martineau is your OliviaT
How can IT asked, attempting to
hang back from the suggestion. 1t was a
busy time with US. The season was in
full roll, and our most aristocratic pa
tients were in town. The easterly winds
were bringing In their usual harvest of
bronchitis aud diphtheria. If went
Jacks hands would be more than full.
Had these things come to perplex us only
two months earlier, could have taken
a holiday with clear conscience.
dad will jump at the chance of COM
ing back for week." replied Jack: ''he
Is bored to death down at Fulham. Go
you must, for my sake, old fellow. You
are good for nothing as long as you're 30
down in the mouth. shall be glad to be
rid of you"
In this way 1t came to pass that two
evenings later was crossing the Chan
mel to Havre, and found myself about
FIVE o'clock in the afternoon of the next
day at Falaise. 1t was the terminus OF
the railway In that direction; and a very
ancient conveyance was in waiting to
carry on any travellers who were venture
some enough to explore the regions be-
yond.
l very much preferred sitting beside
the driver, red-faced, smooth-cheeked
Norman, habited IN blue blouse, who
could crack his long whip with almost the
skill of Partisan omnibus driver. We
were friends In trice, for my patols was
almost identical with his own, and he
could not believe his own ears that he
was talking with an Englishman.
The sun sank below the distant hori-
zon, with the trees showing clearly
against it, and the light OF the stars that
came out one by one almost cast a defined
shadow upon our path, from the poplar
trees standing In long straight rows in
the hedges. II found Olivia at the end
OF that star-lit path my gladness In it
would be completed. Yet II found her,
what then2 | should see her for few
minutes in the dull salon OF a school, per-
haps with some watchful, spying French
nls nts Il, lee.
myself that she was living. There could
be nothing more between US. dared
not tell her how dear she was to me, or
ask her II she ever thought Of me In her
loneliness and friendlessness.
began to sound the driver, cautiously
wheeling about the object OF my excur-
sion into those remote regions. had
tramped through Normandy and Brit
tany three or four times. but there had
been no inducement to visit Noireau,
which resembled a Lancashire cotton
town, and | had never been there.
There are not many English at Noi-
reaur' l remarked suggestively.
"Not one." he replied-''not one at this
moment. There was one little English
nam 'zelle-peste,-a very pretty little
English girl. who was voyeging precisely
Ike you. m'sieur, some months ago
There was little child with her, and the
two were quite alone. They are very in
trepid. are the English mam'zelles. She
did not know a word OF our language
But that was droll. m'sieurl A French
demoiselle would never voyage like that" :"
The little child puzzled me. Yet l
could not help fancying that this young
Englishwoman travelling alone. with no
knowledge OF French. must be my Olivia.
At any rate il could be no other than
Miss Ellen Martineau.
Where was she going tor asked.
she came to Noireau TO be an in
struetress in an establishment" answered
the driver In a tone Of great enjoyment
-'an establishment founded by the wife
Of Monsieur Emile Perrier, the ayOcat'