Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1915-05-25
MISS GWEHHIPs BOOTS
BY IzoLA FORESTER.

them made specially for all those won
derful tramping jaunts she had been
planning for months.
Il don't see what you can do about
II now" Amy said, in cousinly apathy,
sitting back in her steamer chair.
you can write to the hotel to save
them for you"
Save theml" repeated Gwennie.
Where are they now? Probably the
chambermaid grabbed them"
wireless after them" murmured
Cecily, the next cousin in the steam
er chair row. "Or, wait. can't you
send letters back by the pilot? We
haven't dropped the pilot yet"
Thus 1t happened that strenuous,
somewhat urgent note went back to
the proprietor of the ST. Alban, the
select private hotel near Gramercy
Park, and the rest of Mr.. Hubert Sea-
bury was disturbed thereby.
He had only taken the room for
the night, and had left an early call,
intending to sail the following morn
ing for Southampton. The tap on his
door about eleven was disturbing.
"Boots?' he repeated, cropping un-
der the brass bed. There aren't any
boots here. Whose boots?"
Ladies', SIR" said the bellboy,
pleasantly. Number threes, black calf.
Maybe she left them in the ward
robe"
All around they hunted until Sea-
bury pulled them out from behind
door. Something like definite thrill
passed through his hand, wrist, arm,
and so to his heart from those boots.
They were small yet sensible, distinc-
tive yet modest. He eyed them re-
fiectively, approvingly.
"She sailed this morning, and
they're to be sent on to London"
vouchsafed the boy. TITS a good
thing the chambermaid didn't cop
them"
Il am going to London" unused Sea-
bury. 81 could easily deliver them.
! sail in the morning. Tell the Pre-
prietor III bring them down myself"
The boat was overdue, and it was
the night of the 7th when he drew up
in a cab before Willoughby square.
Miss Marsh and her cousins had left
for Scotland with their aunt. Mrs.
Cavendish Leland. The address was
Cavendish Lodge, Dunlevy.
Seabury ascertained the exact spot
in the Highlands where Dunlevy lay,
rested overnight, Stunned London, and
went up on the morning express.
Dunlevy was jewel nesting in the
heather. He made inquiries at the
inn, and engaged a cart to take him
up to Cavendish Lodge. 1t was a
drive of eight miles. A gardener
seemed the only human being around
the place. He was on his knees, clip
ping at the low hedge.
Mrs. Leland hae gang ava for the
week." he said. ITO the isles"
Seabury took of his cap and wiped
his forehead. Had the young ladies
gone alone to the isles? They had
Seabury drove calmly back to the inn,
engaged rooms and settled down to
wait, with the boots.
But the days dragged, and he be-
gan to take long walks up over the
hill paths, and through the glens, and
he found that another wandered over
them daily. She was a bonnie High
land lass, too, blue eyed and fair
haired, with way of looking at one
sidelong. He asked the innkeeper
her name.
"'Tis a young American niece of |
Mrs. Leland's," he said blandly. "A
Miss Marsh
Il thought they had all gone cruis-
Ing to the isles"
This one sprained her ankle the
first day she was here. She's all we'll
now"
Seabury went outside and stared at
the surrounding highlands. Twelve
lays and more he had wasted. Dog
gedly he secured the boots and start.
I'd up to the lodge. Yes, the gardener
said, the Teddy was there, coming from
he collies' kennels.
Seabury waited her approach. Four
,r five collies accompanied her. He
leld his precious parcel under one
arm.
Miss Gwendolin Marsh?" he asked. |
5wennie bowed In grave-eyed sur.
prise. He tried to find the proper in !
the best choice Of words, !
but under the searching look in her
blue eyes nothing came, only 1--we /,
got your boots"
Have you, really?" cried Gwennie, !
the ones left in New York oh, |
I'm so glad to get them back"
She reached her hand for the par
eel. but Seabury held on to it.
Gwennie blushed at the look in |
his eyes. II did seem good after two
weeks 70 see youngster with the
home cut to him.
She held out her hand, and he gave
them TO her reluctantly. II was sun.
set over the glens when he said good. |
by TO the group out on the lawn. But
Gwennie strolled down the hedge row
with him, and smiled back in his eyes
Il u