Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1915-05-06
MISS GwEMNIE's BOOTS
BY IZOLA FORESTER.
Copyright, 1915. by the Mcclure News
Daper Syndicatel

NopyTlSHt 1910, Dy 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.
II don't see what you can do about
1t now," Amy said. in 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 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 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.
fectively, approvingly.
"She sailed this morning, and
they're to be sent on to London"
vouchsafed the boy. Its good
thing the chambermaid didn't cop
them"
Il am going to London" mused Sea.
bury. Il could easily deliver them,
! sail in the morning. Tell the pro.
pretor III bring them down myself
The boat was overdue, and 1t 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
drive of eight miles. A gardener
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 off 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 bonnie High
land lass, too, blue eyed and fair
haired, with way Of looking at one
sidelong. He asked the innkeeper
her name.
"'Tis young American niece Of
Mrs. Leland's," he said blandly. "A
Miss Marsh"
II thought they had all gone cruis.
ing to the isles"
This one sprained her ankle the
first day she was here. She's all well
now"
Seabury went outside and stared at
the surrounding highlands Twelve
days and more he had wasted. Dog
gedly he secured the boots and start.
ed up to the lodge. Yes, the gardener
said, the Teddy was there, coming from
the collies' kennels
Seabury waited her approach. -Four
or five collies accompanied her. He
held his precious parcel under one
arm.
Miss Gwendolin Marsh?" he asked.
Gwennie bowed in grave-eyed sur.
prise. He tried to find the proper In
PRODUCTION, 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 I 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 1t.
Gwennie blushed at the look in
his eyes. 1t did seem good after two
weeks to see youngster with the
home cut to him.
She held out her hand, and he gave
them to her reluctantly. 1t 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
when he said softly:
"Good-by, for "a little while, Gin.
= derella."
Good-by, Prince" she answered, "un-