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entertaining a touch of enteric brought about by drinking unfiltered water. It occurred to Geraldine that the remaining clerk could perfectly well look after the business till September, and that she herself would go to Switzerland. She had never been abroad, but here was a chance. It was possible to go very cheaply, and once you were there the mountains would look the same, no matter how you managed to get to them; and whatever you suffered on the way you would forget all about in six months' time and remember only the places you had seen. So she took a thirdclass return to Lausanne via Dieppe and Paris. The crossing was horrible, but there were excitements new to her on landing and a French train to climb into. Then she beheld the lovely Normandy land. She whirled through it in the hard-seated truck of a railway carriage; but the outlook from it was the same to her as to the occupant of a Pullman car: being a philosopher she told herself this and rejoiced to think of the small sum she had paid for it. Paris, which she observed for the first time, and only drove across on her way from the Gare St. Lazare to the Gare du Nord, she He wondered if she had taken offence. - Page 230. promptly characterized as a fine city, but stuffy, " though the streets are much better sisted of a pilgrim basket and a hold-all, at kept than ours," she allowed as an extenu- a little restaurant next the landing stage, and ating circumstance. She felt quite impa- went for a walk. For a moment she felt tient to get to Lausanne, where she deter- adrift and in doubt as to which way to go. mined to make her first stop, chiefly be- “I suppose one always does,” she thought, cause she had read her Byron, “and loved “but all the same, it's splendid to be alone; him.” “Childe Harold ” she considered “a no one to worry, and you do as you like.” grand thing,” and no one, she maintained, With a touch of superiority she turned who had read “The Prisoner of Chillon” away from the dusty road to right and left could ever forget it; she remembered hear- of her, from the villas and the signs of ing that it had been written at Lausanne, tourist life and prosperity, and went towand that the room Byron had occupied ard the country at the foot of the great was still to be seen. Unfortunately, she mountains. She adored them already, and went to a wrong hotel; it was insufferably walked a little way upward through the hot, and there were two black beetles in vineyards, which she considered distinctly

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snakes—so she fled onward by the morn- so picturesque as gooseberries, a hop garing steamer. She got off it at Clarens, re- den is twice as good”—but the scenery enmembering that Byron had been there, too chanted her. She stopped again and again

—so had Rousseau. She was a little vague to look back at the lake and the Dent du about Rousseau. He had written “Confes- Midi, or to sit down on the low stone walls sions," she knew-of what she was uncer- and watch the lizards run about in the suntain-and she had an idea that his life had shine, while she thought how splendid it not been altogether to his credit; but after was, and how wise she had been to come. she had seen Clarens she would find out all But raptures are hard to maintain long about him.

when you have no definite point to reach She deposited her luggage, which con- and the sun is high in August. “Never felt


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anything like it in my life,” she gasped, too young and too hungry not to enjoy it; and at noon when, tired and dusty, she but there was more imagination in his rereturned to the restaurant, a vague won- past. She might at least have thought of der unconsciously began to take hold of an omelette she told herself when she saw her as to how she was going to map out his, looking extremely good and of a deliher holiday so

cate buttercup as to make it a

color, not two success.

yards away from her.

He and she

progressed with THE restaur

their separate ant was deserted,

luncheons in sithe dining-room

lence. Except hot and stuffy,

for the soft plash and the waiter

of the water and half asleep; but

the occasional there was a wide

dip of an oar the balcony over

noonday hush hanging the lake;

was on the lake; a red and white

but for the comsun-blind made

ing and going of it shady, and

the waiter, it many little white

seemed to have covered tables

fallen on the little were suggestive.

restaurant, too. She went to one

It emphasized next the balus

the fact that she trade, so as to

was not absolook down into

lutely alone; but the clear cool

when her sleeve water, and asked

caught a fork for something to

and sent it to the eat.

ground with a While she was

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dered why he fair and loosely

didn't look at her jointed, good

JANIE HORTCONEKY FLAGG — just once. A looking on the

man was a fool whole, and had a

to sit in the same One of the curates cast longing glances at her. - Page 231. leisurely way that

room with a was attractive.

woman and not to With an air of not seeing her he took the do that. Of course, no one expected him next table, as being nearest the lake, per- to speak, but a cat might look at a king. haps; for there was no one else in the place. After all, too, she wasn't a fright; she wore The waiter ambled toward him; and in a string-colored tussore silk which hung excellent French—for which she envied in soft folds and a straw hat with a blue him, her own was vile—the stranger or- ribbon round it; she knew quite well that dered an omelette, some fish, and a green she made an agreeable picture. artichoke. He knew what he was about, So did the fair man, for he was not a she thought, and felt a little resentful at the fool; but he happened to be a gentlemansteak and fried potatoes which had been set rather more of one than Edith's accountant before her. It was good enough; she was young man, for instance.


She raised her head to look at the patches But she was anxious for information. of misty cloud that touched the mountains, “Caux is only a little way from here?" she at the water sparkling in the sunshine, at asked. the blue that gathered in the distance, at “You go to it from Territet, half a mile all the beauty round her; and it, and the along the lake,” he nodded in its direction, glorious fact that she had for once broken “it's above Glion." away from the life to which she had been “Of course," she answered, for she had bom, were altogether too much for her. read her Baedeker with profit. Moreover, Geraldine had a soul, kept wellH e looked at her again; she could see in order by her usual jaunty exterior, but a that he found it pleasant. “Are you looksoul, nevertheless. For a moment it looked ing for somewhere to settle down ?” he out of her eyes, something gripped her asked. heart; in an unconscious search for sym- “For a little while." pathy she turned to the fair man.

“You might like it. The hotels are good.” He was watching her.

“I must think it over,” she said, and Quite forgetting conventionalities, she turned her chair round so as to face the spoke. “Oh, it's lovely,” she said, with a lake. This man was a stranger, she relittle sigh. Then pulled herself together, membered; she didn't want to strike up an and added in a more commonplace tone, acquaintance; he looked rather nice, but "But it's hot.”

it wasn't the thing to do. The last words jarred on him a little, but He seemed surprised at her abruptness, her voice was pleasant and refined. He ordered some black coffee, paid his bill, and looked back at her. She saw that his eyes departed. He would have lifted his hat if were very blue.

she had turned her head as he left the bal“Much too hot to stay down here,” he said. cony, but she appeared to have forgotten

“What do you mean?" she asked, eager him. She hadn't of course, she was saying for knowledge of what people usually did, to herself, “No, I won't go to Caux, he “Where ought one to go?

might think I was following him.” Still, it “Anywhere high. I'm going up to was puzzling to know what to do next. Caux."

Then, for Geraldine had her leanings tow"Is it much cooler there?”.

ard culture of various sorts, she remem“I hope so.”

bered that Professor Tyndall had built a “I wonder if it is,” she said thought- little châlet on Bel Alp, somewhere in the fully. “I've never been in Switzerland be- Rhone valley, which began at the end of fore and don't know my way about.” the lake on her left. “I'll find out where

He looked at her a little curiously. “Are that châlet is,” she thought, “it's sure to be you all alone?”

in a beautiful place. I don't suppose they "Oh, yes,” she answered promptly, and have pulled it down.” surprised him by adding “it's much nicer.” She left her luggage at the restaurant and

His gaze wandered, and she saw it, to walked through Clarens to Montreux, till her left hand; there was no ring of any she came to the library. There were books kind on it. He was becoming interested and guides and photographs in the shop “You like to be free?”

window. “This is the place to inquire,” “Rather,” she answered, again promptly, she thought, "and they'll probably speak but there was nothing forward in her man- English.” ner, it was perfectly natural and wholly She entered, spent a franc, asked some without a suggestion of anything but inno- direct questions, and came away with the cent satisfaction, “it is so good to be un- information that Bel Alp was above Brigue, shackled," she had a way of putting post- at the far end of the Rhone valley, and that scripts to her remarks.

just below the Tyndall châlet, which was “Yes, it is—Freedom is the oldest of all nearly on the summit, there was a good the pleasures."

hotel-very high up, of course, and near a "And the best."

splendid glacier. "Perhaps,” he answered, in a voice that “I'll go to it,” she told herself, “it will be showed no desire to continue the conversa- a quite unique thing to do”; for they

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in Geraldine's set,“no one will ever find me “I hope you'll enjoy it,” she said; and, there. Perhaps he thinks I shall go to how strange these things are—he was fasCaux”—she meant the fair man, of course cinated. Her face was a delightful shape; -“but if he does, he'll find himself mis- there was humor in her eyes, a smile on her taken.”

lips, and happiness in her voice. This was She walked on to Territet and inspected a woman to love, he told himself; why was the castle at Chillon. “It's well worth see- she going about the world alone? ing,” she came to the conclusion, “and the She had lingered for a moment. “I wish view from it is heavenly. If they had given you were coming,” he said. the prisoner a room with a good window “I don't want to.” She turned away looking toward the head of the lake, he quickly, then looked back again and said, wouldn't have had so much to complain “Good-by.” about, and Byron might never have written He wondered if she had taken offence; his poem; it's wonderful how things turn he had not intended any, though his words out."

were indiscreet. Perhaps it was only that A few minutes from the castle is the the train had arrived; he watched her slip starting point for Glion. She had never into it-it went sliding down to Territet. seen a funicular railway before. It gave He half regretted having to go to Caux; her quite a thrill to look up at the almost but he had telegraphed for a room and orperpendicular rails laid on the wooded dered his letters to be sent there: it was all mountain side. “I simply must go there," arranged. she exclaimed. “The view will be lovely!” It was all she expected, and once more

III she was thoroughly satisfied with herself. She had some coffee-she felt sure the tea GERALDINE gathered up her things, took would not be good-at another little res- the train to Brigue, and in the morning taurant with a balcony: the restaurants started for Bel Alp. The road up to it was fascinated her, besides she was rather atrocious. She hired a porter to carry her afraid, at first, of walking into hotels. She luggage; for she told herself that she felt quite sorry when it was time to go down “couldn't run to a mule.” It was farther again and begin the business of travel once than she had imagined, it took more than more. She had to wait a few minutes for four hours; the stones cut her feet and the her train and stood contemplating the rail- zigzags were endless. But she didn't mind; way up to Caux and the Rochers de Naye for the fair man came into her thoughts and beyond. Suddenly the fair man appeared bore her company; she wished he wouldn't, with a porter carrying two Gladstone bags she tried to imagine that she was bored with and a neatly rolled-up railway rug. him; but he did—and she wasn't: she

She was quite vexed. “Perhaps he thinks wished it hadn't been necessary to elude I am lying in wait for him”-she almost him, and wondered if she would ever see said it aloud.

him again. But he looked pleased, lifted his hat and The hotel was crowded, chiefly with hesitated, as if waiting for her to speak. clergymen, which is a peculiarity of the Bel “Oh," she said helplessly, then recovering, Alp. “I never saw so many in my life," she added, “I wanted to see Glion. Are you thought—"and a Bishop, too-well!” on your way to Caux ?

There were several elderly ladies, mothers Yes—are you coming ?”.

mostly of lean daughters, who went on expeNo, I'm not,” she answered with deci- ditions with the athletic-looking clericals sion, and took a step toward the starting- and stray young men interested in climbing point of the downward train.

feats. He went through the turnstile and stood Geraldine felt a little mild excitement the watching her—they were both, of course, in first evening when she took her place at the open air. She looked round with a table. She had put on a white blouse; charming expression on her face; the sky round her neck she wore a thin gold chain above her and the lake low down behind with a singular charm attached to it; she were bluest blue, they made a setting that looked dainty and eager, as if she were was beautiful beyond all words.

lying in wait for happiness, but doubtful as to the form it would take. The assembled precipice to see an hour or two off at Nessel; guests looked at her critically, they were in- she walked half way there, then felt that she terested, but no one spoke to her. They couldn't be bothered with it. A great teacarefully avoided anything that might lead party was made up to go to it one afternoon, to it.

but she was not included. One of the cuIn two days she felt like an alien and rates cast longing glances at her as they dedidn't quite know what to do with herself. parted, then looked as if he remembered a There was the sunrise, of course—she made text, and turned away. A sandy-haired a point of seeing it; and the sunset, which girl with a freckled complexion walked besent her into the raptures that came rather side him. “I know he would rather have easily to her. “It makes me feel as if I had me," Geraldine said to herself. “They could kneel down and say some prayers, are a set—and I wish I was back in the which I don't do often,” she told one of the office. The fact is, everything was meant mothers. The good lady sat outside knitting to be done by two people—not by one alone while her daughters were being convoyed that's why Eve was made, and every about on the Aletsch glacier by a parson in woman should remember it”-she thought tweeds with a green veil round his hat. of the fair man and wished that—but no“You ought to say them very often,” the for, after all, she knew nothing about him. matron answered with a kindly smile. It “But I shall go away to-morrow," she exprovoked a charming one from Geraldine, claimed. and resulted in a few minutes' talk about She always came to a quick decision, so the weather and places, and a morning and she went to the Bureau and announced her evening salutation.

intention. Then, with infinite relief in her But that was all.

mind, she walked a quarter of a mile on the The people had mostly been there some downward path, thinking that conventiontime and made up their sets; they didn't ality was a nuisance. “I daresay we should want to know a stray young woman. The have amused each other if I had gone to girls realized that she was pretty and con- Caux, and there would have been no harm sidered her in the way; the mothers looked in it at all. But, of course, one has to play at her askance. She went for various walks up to the proprieties.” and learnt (from maps and guides) the Things happen strangely, for almost as names of the mountain peaks; but they she thought it she saw coming toward her were nothing more than names to her. She a mule carrying two bags and a neatly walked up to the Tyndall châlet and stood rolled-up railway rug; a few steps behind looking at it for a few minutes: it was ob- was the stranger of the restaurant. It was viously empty, and she couldn't remember no good trying to hide it, the relief was so how long it was since he had died, or what great that she laughed for joy. He saw it precisely he had done. One morning she and laughed back again. She recovered in went down, by the corkscrew way, as it was a moment and put on a distant air with her called, to the glacier, but it wasn't much pleasant nod of recognition: fun. A happy party from the hotel over- “Are you coming to stay?" she asked. took her-young people of both sexes with “ Just for a night or two," he answered. a couple of active mothers thrown in-go- “I've been here a week. I'm going away ing across to the Eggishorn, with sandwich- to-morrow—and am counting the hours." boxes and picnic-baskets. They stared, al- He looked toward the wonderful chain most as if she were trespassing. She gath- of snowy Alps. “But it is so magnificent,” ered courage, and following them at a dis- he said. tance, ventured on to the glacier and went “Oh, yes,” she answered, “but wait till toward the moraine. But she saw the you've seen the people. There are thoucrevasses and was afraid to go far; the sands of parsons, and most of the women other girls had steps cut in the ice for them, are cats—I've hardly spoken to a soul since or found strong hands to steady them, but I came ” there was no one to help Geraldine.

“Did you come for the people?" She went back with her nose in the air The color rose to her face. He realized and a little unconscious resentment in her again that she could be charming; his heart. She heard there was a wonderful heart reached out to her; he determined

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