The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-24

and capacity to cleave mountains in
| order that this delicate, high-bred girl
| might walk unobstructed henceforth,
Unfortunately no mountains were at
hand. Only the fog, grim, relentless,
onnipresent-like a melodramatio
| ghost-the clutch Of whose clammy
| fingers no power other than the ele-
ments could shake off,"
Brewster explained that she had been
walking about in a circle. He evolved
plan of escape after they encountered
one OF the LandSeer lions of the Nell
son Column. One of the four points
| directly toward Northumberland ave.
nue.. He walked ahead, lunging into
the murkiness with his cane. while
in the other hand he grasped her UNI
brella, she clinging to the other one.
Ralph felt as If they were children
playing at nothing more responsible
or arduous than blind mans bluff, and
when at the fourth venture they found
the long-loSt curb, with unanimous
exclamation in which triumph and re-
greet were ridiculously blended, the
man had a keen sensation that they
might claim to be old, old friends by
this time, as becomes those who have
| grown up together through a long,
happy youth.
When they started slowly on again
! she asked gently, as If touched by his
patient persistence and clever plan
ninga hope I am not taking you
greatly out of your way. 1t would
be such pity"
He said that he was staying at the
| Victoria, right next to the Metropole,
| and that he really owed her debt
of gratitude, for without her he would
never have got his bearings. Present
ly she went on:
"'oh, what a country, this England
! of yours! 1t would kill me: I could
| not breathe in i'll Eau0b u
But It's not my England Brews-
ter answered, laughing at the vivid
diSdain in her voice. I'm an American,
you know. And this accounts for my
stupidity in dealing with this sort of
thing. If 1 had been a Britisher I
should have had you home long ago,
l dare say He ended with mental
reservation. Thank Heaven I'm not,
them which if revealed might in turn
have been a surprise to his compan-
ion.
Americans? / Might Have Known"
''She looked up interestedly. .Ameri-
can? she said. I might have known
1t. But why were you so surprised
then? thought it was the custom
over there for women to do exactly
as they pleased, to go out and about
Oh, how l have longed for the free
dom of it all at times!' She ended
with note of WEAKNESS that caught
Brewster's quick ear
You are then p
81 am a German she answered
with a sort OF fnality that somehow
checked further questioning which
rose to Ralph's lips.
las they reached the street on
which the Metropole stands huge
dray numbered up somewhat out of
the blackness behind, and with a quick
backward motion of his arm, trained
years before to pull stroke on the
varsity eight, Ralph caught the girl
from her feet and lifted her around
in front Of him out of the way of the
uncouth and mammoth thing. When
they moved on again he reached down
ana drew her arm through his, holding
1t firmly to his side, while around them,
all around them, the blessed, the kind
ly fog shut down again, separating
them from the rest of the world, leav-
ing him in new world of his own
with this one woman, in whose pres
ence he was conscious or a reStfuIness
that was akin to nothing, perhaps, Is
much as the glad surprise of deep,
quiet harbored waters after a stormy
uncertainty"
When they reached the entrance of
/ the hotel the girl drew her arm from
his with a quick determination and
lifted her face. AS she did so and he
saw 1t clearly for the first time in the
subdued glare, the man was struck
with it's expression one Of hope
less WEAKNESS inconsistent with its
youth and extreme fairness.
No, do not come any further she:
said gently, when he made as if to ac-
company her up the steps. Please, 1
do not wish it.. 1t only remains for me
TO thank you. Indeed, l do thank you
she continued hesitatingly, but with
70 h oI 1a,a
and dignity to her beautiful voice. You
have spared me great trouble, and you
saved my life. I know that time
when-when the wagon am glad to
owe my life to you. I am glad to have
known you. I wish 1 tool too-had
been born in America. Will you not
tell me your name, that may remem-
Der my good friend p"
Found the Riddle Of His Life.
He was very much confused and
very happy, of course. He 'tfancied
that he had found the riddle of his life.
He held out both hands. Your name?'
he said disconnectedly. This Is only
Auf Wiedersehen-I must see you
again
'sThe girl seemed surprised at the i'm
petuous gesture, but at the next mo-
ment she laid her hands in his two
eager ones. Then she Slaughtered
and drew them gently away. Her
words came softly. My name is Alex
andrine Henneborough. Good-by, my
friend. I thank you-always.'
All that night, SO runs the tale,
Brewster lived in dreams and in MAX
ing plans. He would follow his fog
maiden the world over He made a
rough map of their journeyings in the
fog, and he called it the MAP Of the
World" He planned to call upon her,
and was killing time when he saw a
splendid carriage bowling through
Hyde Park in which he recognized the
Princess of Wales seated beside a
stately old man whose breast glittered
with insignia.
Then, as they flashed quickly past,
the face of girl on the front sat,
with her back to the horses, arrested
his carelessly interested eye, and
burned itself into his inner consci-
BUSINESS. girl with a slender, beau
tifully clad figure, with a cloud of light,
wind-blown hair, and small, flower
like face on which was stamped the
expression Of bored WEAKNESS which
Ralph had noticed once in the eyes of
his fog-maiden the night before.
Gust at that instant she caught
sight of the man leaning forward. The
bored look vanished, and sudden,
brilliant flash swept across her face
for second, and left it tense and paler
than before, as she bent forward over
the side of the carriage with an indie
scribable pathetic gesture of recogni-
ton.
q" Can you tell me the name
of the lady on the front seat of the car
rage that just passed?' he asked a
gentlemanly looking Englishman
isn't she beautiful he said. Didn't
you recognize her? Why, that was
Her Serene Highness AlexandrinS
Princess of Sake Weise1ach and Coun-
tess of Hennebourgh."
A SEQUEL in the Real Story.