The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1915-01-07

dread Of h~ydrophobia and a temporary
limp.
1t was nearly 5 o'clock when the
boat slipped into view around the tree
straight for our hiding place on the
bank.
shall not stop here to describe the
first stage of our journey through the
narrow, rocky %by-roads that ended
eventually in the broad, alpine highway
sufficient to say that we jostled along
for IL or Is miles without special Incl
dent, although we were n~ervously
anxious and ap~prehensive. Our guide
route from the river flats into the
hills, where we came up with the main
road about s o'clock,
We were wrapped and goggled to the
verge OF righteousness. II would have
been quite impossible to penetrate our
possessed of a keen and practiced eye.
The Countess was heavily yelled; great
goggles bulged beneath the green,
gauzy thing that protected her lovely
face from sun, wind and man A motor
coat, two or three sizes too large, en-
veloped her slender. graceful. figure,
and gauntlets covered her hands, Even
Rosemary's tiny face was wrapped in
a silken veil of white. AS for the
rest of us, we gould not have been mis-
tah1At " vi lihll5 OE Chi IL Jul <AAlCl
lean Automobiles, ruthlessly inspired
to see Europe with the sole view to
comparing her roads with our own at
home. You would have said, IN seeing
us, that we knew a great deal about
roads n very little about home.
C~olingraft and Britton-the latter at
the wheel-sat in the front seat. while
! shared the broad cushions of the tom
neau with the Countess, part Of the
time holding Rosemary, who was clam.
nrfnr fnr fnn1 anI fhn raSt of thu
time holding my breath in the fear
that we might slip over a precipice. l
am always nervous when not driving
the car myself.
We stopped for breakfast at a small
mountain inn, Is miles from our start
ing place. The Countess, a faint red
spot in each cheek and a .~curiously
bright, feverish glow in her dark eyes,
revealed a tendency TO monopolize the
conversation a condition properly at
see that she was vastly thrilled by the
experiences of the hour; her quick,
alert, brain was keeping pace with the
rush Of blood that stimulated every
fiber in her body to new activities. She
talked almost necessarily, and chiefly
about matters entirely forgotten to the
enterprise in hand. The more l see Of
m the less l know about them.
Why she should have spent the whole
half hour devoted to breakfast to a
sui pl lslli6ly J. NOuo NlnStl oh
~Sehopenhauer and Nietzsche is-or was
beyond me.
How was I to know that tears lay
close to the surface of those simmer
ing, ~vivacious. eyes? How was I TO
know that sobs took refuge behind a
simulated interest in philosophy?
We had luncheon picnic fashion half
way to Jul journeys end, diverging
from the main road to find a secluded
spot where we could spread our cloth
and open our hampers without fear of
interruption or, to use a more sinister
word, detection. 1T was rather a jolly
affair, that first and last al fresco ban
quet Of ours under the spreading
branches of mighty trees II beside
the trickling waters of a gay little
down to the broad channel Of the Dan
ube, now many miles away. The strain
of the first few hours had slackened.
Success seemed assured. We had en-
countered no difficulties, no dangers in
town or country. No one appeared to
be interested in >us except through idle
curiosity; villagers and peasants stared
at US and grfnned; policemen and sol
diers stood aside to let US pass, or
gave directions politely when requested
to do so. There were no signs Of pur-
suit, no indications of trouble ahead
And so We could afford to be gay and
confident at our midday meal in the
hills bordering the broad highway.
No CNCl WCnl 81 tdT as " dlltlSt
for a Jolly reunion in New York City
at no distant day! 1 remember dis.
!, tinctly that we were to dine at Sherry's
To me, the day seemed a long way off
suppose, being a writer OF fiction
} I should be able to supply at this point
!, in the narrative, q series of thrilling
) perhaps hair-raising encounters will
the enemy, in the form of spies, cut.
, threats, imperial merceparies or what
/ ever came handiest to The Imagination
, 1t would be q very simple matter t.
5 transform this veracious history int
the most lurid of melodramas by tn,
introduction of the false and bizarre
: but 1t is not my purpose to do so.
! mean to adhere strictly to the trutl
: and stand by the consequences. Wer'
be no trouble at all for me to hav,
Tarnowsy's agents shooting at GU
! tires or gasoline tank from every era.
I and Granny. or to have Rosemary kid
e naped by aeroplanists supplied witt
| ~drag-hooks, or to lave the Counties
= lodged in a village prison from whicl
i l should be Obliged to liberate her witt
\ battle-axe and s~ixshooter, my compen
s sation being a joyous rest in a hospi
| tai with the fair Aline nursing me bacl
t to health and strength and cooling fon,
= words in my rapacious ear the while
\ reflected on the noble endowments @
n a nature that heretofore had been com
monplace n meek. But, no! Non
r of these things happened and l declin
! to perjure myself for the privilege o
{ getting. into the list of six hes
y Sellers"
3 50 far as I am able to Judge, Their