The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-05-21

but very pleasant one. and monsieur
 would have a splendid view of the
 Rhone glacier as he vent
 At Gletsch he found there was but lone hotel. the huge HoeI Du Glacier du
 Rhone. with it's 200 bedrooms and its twentieth century comfort He dined
 there in the big dining room, but caught
 no glimpse of the enchantress who like
 some modern wilI-o'-tfle-w -wisp was lead ling him across the valleys and mount tains in Switzerland. On his way to
 be dagain, however, wandering along the passage of the great hotel. he saw her boots; not brown ones this time
 but green shagreen leather, yet daintily and unmistakably her boots. before the
 door of No. S9. There was another pair Iof boots beside them this time-great
 boots with nails in them, almost q
 mans boots he thought with a shudder.
 The aunt's, no doubt.
 In the morning he had missed Mile.
 de Roel and her aunt again. They had
 taken prlvate carriage on to the
 Grimsel and to Meiringen, a carriage
 with six horses. and Fortescue,s funds
 did not permit of such luxury.
 He followed them to Meirigen, how lever by post and missed them there again. He missed them at Brienz.
 wasted two days at Interlaken. only to Ilearn when he had hunted up their names at every possible hotel-and there were at least thirty first-class hotels there-that the two ladies had |gone on to Paris, and there of course to find them would be quite impossible.
 He spent the evening debating what
 he meant to do. and finally, although he had to laugh at the absurdity, he left for Paris the next morning, at tracted thither like the needle of a compass by the magnet. As on the eve ming of his arrival Graham sat slipping his after dinner champagne at the Cafe de la Paix Jacques de Brimaud, comrade of the old art student days whcm he had not seen for years, came up and greeted him. Jacques was in evening dress, and "desolated' that he could not spend what was left of the evening with Zee cher vieux Graham but he had an engagement to take tea with old friends of his family, la Com Jesse de Challemei and her so charm niece, who had just returned from Switzerland. There was no need for de Brimaud to tell Graham Fortescue that last piece of news, and 1t was with a quite unusual bashfulness and col or reckoning his already sunburnt face he suggested that perhaps his friend. Brifnaud might take him with him and present him to the countess and her niece.
 And an hour later Graham Fortes- Comtesse de Challemel and to mad emoiselle. her niece; but as he bowed over the dimpled hand of Mile. Lucie de Roel Graham grew pale and his heart hurt him. Those were not the Teet which had been cased in the brown oootlets of hiso dream, for Mile. wore what the trade would call small sixes. And peeping out on to the footstool in front of the countesss armchair was a dainty red morocco slipper
 The boots-the brown boots and the boots of green shagreen-upon which Graham had built up whole romance, 1 to the aunt not to the niece, md the objectionable hobnailed ones must have been Lucie de Roels.
 He did not tell the aunt and niece he story of his chase of them until 1 ome time afterward, for Graham's hol- day grew longer than he had intended, md he spent many pleasant evenings t the pretty house looking out upon he Pare Mouceau When his tale was 1 old another story had been told as we'll : question asked and answered, and af- 1 CT all, the wisp of thick brown hair | with golden glints in 1t was Lucie de l soel's, if the wee boots, were not, and 1t s now the property of Mrs. Graham | eortescue.-Jchn N. Raphael in the | 'atleri