The daily Alaskan., 1912-12-12
Virginia of
 Washington
And the Man Who Made a
 Fight For Her.
.ax ELEANoR AusTlN HARRIs

"Horrors, child! Don't you Shy suNn things out loudl What if he should understand EnglishT
 Impossible. Aunt Ellen. German blondness, reading a German paper travelling in q German train with bag gage marked "A. von S.. Bremen.
 "VIrglnla! What does possess youF I never heard you talk so."
 Miss Dressel laughed hearty Amer lean laugh. q am SO glad to shake the dust of Europe off my feet that l can't keep it in. I'm 80 glad we're headed for Hamburg, the Kaiser VII helm der Crosse, America and Wash Ingtou that-that-weu, honestly l should like to kick the epaulets on the guards gorgeous blue and gold uni- form. Don't faint, Aunt Ellen. I'll stop and not say another word for an hour"
 For an hour and Ave minutes Miss Dressel sat silent, ostensibly watching the valleys, the German gables, the green of meadows and forests as they swept by. For an hour and Ave min utes their young German fellow travel CT read his German paper, and for an hour and Eve minutes Miss Ellen Van strum enjoyed perfect peace of mind, Then Miss Dressel coughed, and Miss vanstrum Iuwardly caught her breath.
 "Aunt Ellen" said Miss Dressel, la zily waving her hand toward the seen cry as if she were discussing it-"Aunt Ellen, do you know that young man has a dreadfully nice face, even if he Is a German. Oh. don't look shocked Just gaze out the window as if were talking about the scenery, and he will never know the difference I've been looking at him on and on for the last hour. Just see what a nice firm mouth he has. He's so well Eroomed too. Just look at hls finger nails Oh, Aunt Ellen, l wish you wouldn't gasp SO. I like his looks better than any foreigner I have seen ID the i've years we have spent ln Europe. Really, I shouldn't mind being married if could get such a handsome, well groOmed man as be is."
 '"vlrglnia. oh. virginlar' groaned Mrs. Vanstrum. "Its-its indecent to talk about man like that when he can't understand"
 Don't jlggle your pompadour crook ed, Aunt Ellen," said Mss Dressel calmly. Don't worry. If he under. stood English he would have betrayed himself long ago He might be a chunk of pink and white and yellow tady for all he understands of the English lan- guage. Thank goodness, Aunt Ellen, here we are almost at Hamburg. Here, let me tie your veil. You are getting it on crooked. No, let me carry the suit case. It's a young house. Now for my last fee-almost-on foreign soil"
 The train had hardly come to long screechlng stop in the great station at Hamburg when the door of the car. riage was jerked violently open and a young man pulled the German out with a hearty grip, exclalming in Eng fish:
 'We're In luck. There was a state room unengaged on the Kaiser Will helm, and we can sail four days earlier than we expected. Good luck, manl Why don't you say something instead of looking at me like a dazed idlotT
 The German pulled himself together with a noticeable effort and began to stammer out something in German, when the other interrupted him impa- tiently.
 "Aw. cut that outl You know per fectIy we'll can't understand a word of German. Never mind; come along|
 The young German flushed red, and with one appealing look straight into the eyes of the astonished Miss Ores sel he picked up his suit case and was soon lost to view in the hurrying throng.
 Miss Dressel silently picked up her luggage, carefully avoiding her aunts eye, and for a minute after leaving the carriage she looked helplessly about her. Then the label Berlin" on a carriage caught her eye, and without word to her puzzled relative she took her by the arm, raced her across the station and pushed her In, stumbling in herself, just as the guard put hls hand on the door to close it
 "Why - what - where"- said Miss Vanstrum.
 CT don't know" said her niece des- perately, "but most anywhere out of Hamburg"
 But our steamerF gasped Miss Van. strum.
 What's losing a steamer, Aunt El- len, compared with my peace of mlndi I'd no more sail on the Kaiser Wilhelm now than I'd 6y. Aunt Ellen, you're a jewel not to say, I told you so' nor even to look it"
 "You haven't given me time," laugh ed Miss vanstrum, "but must say l certainly think lt There, Pm glad we're off at last don't think l my self care to come face to face with that young fellow again"
 
 It was the evening of the last mu- sicale of the season at the White House, and an unwonted air of antct- ] k-t11f,r,A NhROnu . n