The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-03-30
MISS eWEnn|E'S BOOTS
BY IzoLA FORESTER.

Copyright, 1916, 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.
81 don't see what you can do about
it 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 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 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 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"
vouchsafed the boy. ITS a good
thing the chambermaid didn't cop
them"
81 am going to London" unused Sea-
bury. II could easily deliver them.
I 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 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 a Jewel nesting in the
heather. He made inquiries at the
inn. and engaged a cart to take him
up to Cavendish Lodge. It 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 a way Of looking at one
sidelong. He asked the innkeeper
her name.
TITS 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
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 ave collies accompanied her. He
held HE precious parcel under one
arm.
Mise 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 i've
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.
Gel. but Seabury held on to it.
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. 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 ewes
when he said softly:
"Good-by. for little while. Gin.
| derella."
Good-by. Prince" she answered. "un.
| til Paris"
The Defense.