The National tribune., 1909-11-25

erable extent / wonder if the fasci-
mating foreigner, even with his ancient
castle and all the rest Of the outfit,
would have the same good look" to
our wealthy girls if he Were plain Mr."
somebody or other? | greatly fear me,
favorite niece, that a goodly number of
these agreeable but inpecunious gen.
tlemen would have to look to some
other country than America for the
wife with the hen that lays the golden
egg if this were the case.
Almost as soon as we started from
Forde for Sande-about 4:15-with our
good pony nicely rested and refreshed
by his dinner, we struck hill. Nor
way is full of hills, of course, and we
had become accustomed to them and to
our noble steed taking them most de-
Iliberately, so naturally we supposed this
was to be only another of our many
similar experiences. But on and on and
on and still on we went, and that old
hill loomed up before us just the same.
1t was quite warm afternoon, ana the
flies bothered the poor pony terribly.
The genial smile which the face of our
driver had worn continually since we
first made his acquaintance gradually
lessened and finally disappeared entire
~ as he trudged along by the side OF
his heste, mopping the perspiration from
his face. When this sort of thing had
gone OH LOT perhaps nun anu nv
more prospect of our getting to the top
| of that hill than at first, my pity for
| the poor animal prompted me to get
out and walk, tho am not very heavy
| weight, as you know. Taking my hand
| kerchief, did what / could to keep the
| flies from his poor sweating body, ana
| in this work of mercy / was soon Joined
by Elizabeth, who took charge of his
other side. When we got so tired that
we couldn't walk another step we would
return to the stolkjaerrc and ride for
| few minutes, then get out and repeat
the performance. We must have kept
| this up for a couple of hours, for good
deal more than half the way certainly,
and you better believe We were all four
| Of us glad when we reached the top OF
1 that hill. When the climb was finally
over the pony started off on the level
| with all his usual spirit, and the face of
| lis owner was once more wreathed with
smiles as he said to us proudly: He a
| very nice pony"
The little inn which we found at
Sande was the simplest kind of little
wooden house, which looked almost as
| if put up merely as a temporary shelter
| Put 1t was delightfully."- clean, and our
| rooms most comfortable. We did not
reach Sande till about s o'clock, for you
| see, we had walked most of the way
| from Forde, and, seeing no one about
| nan, Elizabeth and ] went at once to
| The dining-ro0m for our supper, with
out even removing our hats. In this
| Dom, seated at the table, were three
men and one woman, and we could see
At a glance that we had struck some-
thing a little out'of the ordinary. The
| woman, girl of about %, l should say,
was perhaps the most strkingly stun
| 1ing-looking person | have ever seen.
She looked like an Oriental Princess, a
| ''favorite of the Harem' or something
| IN that order. She kind of bewildered
Iyou, she was so handsome. Everything
about her seemed to flash at you, her
wonderful dark eyes, her dazzling teeth,
her white skin and black hair, all threw
a light, which really sparkled, If you
catch my meaning. in her ears she
wore long gold earrings, barbarous-
looking things they were, but which
seemed to suit her Eastern beauty, and
chains and things hung from her neck
l. A little red there was in her gown,
which was very short, and just the kind
of a gown you would expect her to have
on. This radiant creature was talking
with most pronounced English accent
10 all three of the men when we en-
tered, and the flash Of everything about
her nearly blinded us for a moment.
But when we were seated she turned to
us most graciouSly, making some COM
mon-place remark, tho the men didn't
inot!ce us in any way. These were very
iswell-iooking, well-set-up Englshmen,
in fishing costume, and the one who sat
next to her was apparently her hus-
band. When she arose to leave the
room with him the other two jumped
from their chairs to open the door for
her, standing until she passed out Eliz-
abeth and fingered, doing full justice
to the supper, sausage and fried pota-
toes being its piece de resistance, and
as IT was the first time we had encoun-
tered this particular dish in Norway,
we gave ourselves up to it's rather ple-
bian delights with a reckless abandon.
Coming out from the dining-room and
finding no one about, we hunted up the
visitors book to see who our fellow
, guests were. The gypsy-like beauty
was Lady Richard somebody, / have
. forgotten already her Lords name. as