The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1915-06-03
MISS GWiENRIE'S BOOTS I
BY IZoLA FORESTER.
Copyright 1915, by the Mcclure News

fore she sailed for England. They
were very new boots. She had had
them made specially for all those won
derful ,gamping jaunts she had been
planning for months.
81 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. cor wait, can't you
send letters back by the pilot? We
haven't dropped the pilot yet"
Thus it happened that a 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 I'M
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 a
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-
fiectively, approvingly
She sailed this morning, and
they're to be sent on to London"
vouchsafed the boy. It's a good
thing the chambermaid didn't cop
them"
81 am going to London" unused Sea-
bury. 81 could easily deliver them
l 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 a cab before Z Willoughby square
Miss Marsh and her cousins had left
for Scotland with their aunt. Mrs.
Cavendlsh Leland The address was
Cavendish Lodge, Dunlevy.
SeabuTy ascertained the exact spot
in the Highlands where Dunlevy lay.
rested overnight, Stunned London, and
went up on the morning express.
Dunlevy was q tewel 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 haze 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, ard
he found that anuher wandered over
them daily. She was a bonnie High
land lass, too, blue eyed and fair
haired, with a way of looking at one
sidelong. He asked the innkeerer
her name.
"'Tis a young American niece Of
Mrs. Leland's," he said blandly, "a
Miss Marsh"
81 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 graye-eyed sur
| prise. He tried to sind 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 | 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. 1t did seem good after two
weeks to see a yyungster with the
| home cut to nm
She held out her hand, and le 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
I'll Paris"
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