The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-05-17
MISS GWENNIE'S BOOTS |
BY IZoLA FORESTER.

Copyright, 1915, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)
Gwennie left them herself under the
bed in the hotel room the night be-
fore she sailed for England. They
were very new boots. She had had |
them made specially for all those won
derful tramping jaunts she had been |
planning for months
i don't see what you can do about |
it now" Amy said. III cousinly apathy, |
sitting back in her steamer chair
You can write to the hotel to save
them for you
Save them" 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 it 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 IN
der the brass bed. There aren't any
| boots here. Whose Doots?"
Ladies', sir, said the bellboy,
| T1fna On nj u HhTDr1 Hor
Maybe she left them in the ward
robe"
All around they hunted until Sea-
bury pulled them out from behind
| door. Something like a 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-
flectively, approvingly.
She sailed this morning. and
they're to be sent on to London"
youchsafed the boy. Its a good
thing the chambermaid didn't cop
them"
Il am going to London unused Sea-
bury. Il could easily deliver them.
/ sail in the morning. Tell the pro-
prietor I'll bring them down myself
The boat was overdue, and it was
the night of the 7th when he drew up
in cab before z WiIloughby 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 IipbIan1u yx-bara D7,rTax-xy IL
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 cart to take hin
up to Cavendish Lodge. 1t was {
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 tn,
! week, he said. ITO the isles"
!, Seabury took off his cap and wipet
his forehead. Had the young ladie
! gone alone to the isles? They ha,
Seabury drove calmly back to the inn
!, engaged rooms and settled down t
wait with the boots.
/ But the days dragged. and he be
l. gan to take long walks up over tn
hill paths, and through the glens. an
It he found that another wandered owe
: them daily. She was a bonnie Higt
Il land lass, too, blue eyed and fai
= haired, with way of looking at on
!. sidelong. He asked the innkeepe
= her name.
1 'FTiC n MI Z
Mrs. Lelands," he said blandIy. ="
Miss Marsh"
Il thought they had all gone crui
ing to the isles"
. This one sprained her ankle IL
first day she was here. She's all we
now"
is Seabury went outside and stared
the surrounding highlands. Twel7
days and more he had wasted. Do
gedly he secured the boots and star
ed up to the lodge Yes, the garden,
ne said, the Teddy was there, coming fro
nc the col1ies' kennels.
ce Seabury waited her approach. Foi
or or five collies accompanied her T
rs held his precious parcel under oil
IS arm.
no Miss Gwendolin Marsh?'' he aske
Gwennie bowed in grave-eyed 81
by prise. He tried to find the proper
It PRODUCTION, the best choice of wore
NJ but under the searching look in h
ar- blue eyes nothing came, only "I'
got your boots.''
Have you, really?" cried GWenn
q ''the ones I left in New York.
I'm so glad to get them back"
ar She reached her hand for the p;
on eel, but Seabury held on to it.
nd Gwennie blushed at the look
al his eyes. 1t did seem good after t.
zee weeks to see a youngster with t
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