Three Vassar girls in Switzerland


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Three Vassar girls in Switzerland
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239 p. : ill., map ; 22 cm.
Champney, Elizabeth W ( Elizabeth Williams ), 1850-1922
Champney, James Wells, 1843-1903 ( Illustrator )
Estes & Lauriat ( Publisher )
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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Tourists -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mountains -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Judges -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courtship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wealth -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction -- Switzerland   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1890
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by Elizabeth W. Champney ; illustrated by "Champ" and other distinguished artists.
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Map on endpapers printed in green ink.

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II. ANNETTE'S REVENGE .. . . . .20
III. GENEVA .......... ........ ...... .34
IV. THE COUNTESS ... .. ... ............. 51
VI. LUCERNE .. . . . 90
VII. THE TELL FESTIVAL . . ... .. 106
IX. LIFE AT THE ALM . . .. . . 143
X. LOST . . ... .. .... 158
XII. THE FAIRY COW .. ............... .... .192


At the Altdorf Festival . .
Margaret .. . .
Annette..... . .
The Castle of Weierburg . .
St. Cecilia as Mediator .. . .
Grandfather Houghton ... .
A Swiss Mountain Torrent . ..
An Alpine Waterfall . . .
" Do You want to go to Prison or to Switzer-
land?" . . .
Grandfather Houghton in Alpine Costume .

"Mer de Glace," Mont Blanc. .
Alice Newton . .
The Girl in the Hading Veil .
Calumet and Hecla . .
Lord Highnose . .
Mr. Walker . .
The Hotel Neuchatelois .
The Prisoner of Chillon .
The Countess . .
Lajos . .
"Calumet and Hecla is up! ". .
Peasant Waitress . .


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The Dent du Midi from above the Lake of
Geneva .. . . 59
The Countess enthroned . ... 65
The Entomologist receives the Apology .68
A Metamorphosed Native of Interlaken .76
The Jungfrau.. .. . .77
The Judge salutes the Jungfrau .. 78

"Positively Fwiteful! . .
The Wellhorn and Wetterhorn .
Mr. Barney Jones in Difficulties .
Pilatus, Lake of Lucerne .
Hotel National, Lucerne ..
Stock Quotations . .
Annette takes her Departure .
Bridge of Lucerne . .
Margaret and Alice discuss Lajos
The Rigi, from Lucerne .
A Swiss Maiden . .
Tell's Chapel, Lake of Lucerne .
Costume of Peasant of Unterwalden
Railway up the Rigi . ..
The Comforts of Donkey-riding .
On the Brink of a Precipice .
The Matterhorn . .
Katchen . . .
Yakob Lochwalder . .
A Goatherd of the Zermatt Valley .
Yakob accepts his Relatives .
The Accident on the Matterhorn .
The Real Thing at last . .
The Great Aletsch Glacier .
Mother Lochwalder . .
Rescuing Party on the Matterhorn .
On the Matterhorn . .
Abbey of Einsiedeln . ..
Frau Selig . . .
Minna . .


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A Devotee of Wagner . .
Listening to Parsifal," No. I .
Listening to Parsifal," No. 2 .
Mrs. Newton . . .
On the FichtlIgebirge . .
Nikolas . .
A Peasant of Zermatt . .
A Peasant Woman of the Zermatt Valley .
The Great St. Bernard . .
Barry, the Brave Dog of St. Bernard .

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The Baron . .
Baroness of Hohenschlosse .
"To think that I was like that! "
A Student of Berne . .
High Street, Berne . .
Katchen Americanized .
At the Festival . .
Taking it all in . .
Vihtage Festival, Vevey .
Kisfaludy Janos . .

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" AND to think that by a word it is in my power to prove her the
"A grand-niece of a baroness."
The speaker was Annette Stauffer, a Swiss girl, ex-seam-
stress and waitress in Margaret's home. She spoke to herself, ex-
citedly, as she rapidly packed her trunk, for she had just given up her
Shall I furnish the missing link in the chain of evidence, and
prove her ihe child of one of the proudest houses of Austria ? No;
she is arrogant enough as she is. She has treated me as if I were the
earth to be trodden upon. She is a bundle of selfishness, through and
through. She cares for no one but herself. If it were Miss Boylston,
so kind and thoughtful of others, so gentle and so generous, I would
work my fingers to. stubs to serve her; but My Lady Disdain, never."
Annette was wrong. Margaret was not wholly selfish. She pos-
sessed magnificent qualities, capabilities of self-sacrifice and devotion;
but these were as yet undeveloped, and hidden under the crust of a
love of ease. It was true that she was haughty, and apt to exhibit
a fine scorn of everything mean and base; but the scorn was more
frequently excited by moral meanness than by low rank in the social
scale. Rank of intellect and heroism commanded an almost over-


weening admiration from her, and it was her special heartburn that
none of her own family had distinguished themselves in any way.
She would have liked to be a leader in society for some real merit of
her own, or of her ancestors; and she was a leader among her friends
and associates both at home and at col-
lege, for the good and sufficient reason
of ability. The name of Margaret Duf-
fey figured as President of the Phila-
lethean Society, President of the Young
Women's Christian Association, Presi-
dent of the Tennis Club, of the Dra-
S.matic Association, of her class, Senior
Editor of the Miscellany, and Chairman
of the Executive Committee of half a
S- dozen other organizations. It was 'a
S vexation to her that it was such a ple-
beian name Margaret Duffey It had
Sa genuine Irish sound. One would im-
agine, on reading it, that it belonged to
"- ~ \a laundress. She had said this before
'\ \\ Annette, and the sewing-woman's gray
eyes had snapped viciously. She de-
spises all the laboring class," Annette
MARGARET. thought, "and me with the rest." But
Margaret was not thinking of Annette
at all. "What makes it all the more vexatious," she added, speaking
to her friend Cecilia Boylston, familiarly called Saint, who was visiting
her that summer, "is the fact that it is not really our name at all.
Grandfather came to this country a political refugee, and changed
his name to preserve his incognito. He might have chosen a pleas-
anter appellation, when he had so unlimited a choice. When father
was a boy he was told our real name; but would you believe it, he


attached so little importance to it that he forgot it. He can only
remember that it. sounded like Duffey, but was more aristocratic."
"Did your grandfather leave no relatives in Europe?" Cecilia
asked, while Annette, who was sewing in the corner, pricked up
her ears.
"Yes; there was a little sister Margaret, of whom he was very
fond. When I was born he insisted that father should name me for
her, and he wrote to her of my
birth. Grandfather was an old
man then, and when the reply to
the letter came from my great-
aunt he lay on his death-bed.
He charged my father to keep
it for me, as it might prove to
my advantage some day."
"Surely, Margaret, this let-
ter must give you all the infor-
mation you wish."
Information! That is just
what it does not give. It is full
of expressions of affection for
her dear elder brother, for the
nephew whom she had never
seen, and for the little name- I
sake, who, she hopes, will some
day visit her god-mother. But
the letter is dated, simply, 'The ANNETTE.
Riffel,' and signed 'Greta.' I
know that The Riffel is in Switzerland; but father has an impression
that we are not of Swiss extraction. I have a picture of the Weier-
burg, which I fancy looks like the home which she describes.
Annette listened greedily. She longed to see the letter of which


Margaret spoke, for her own home was near Zermatt and the
Riffelburg. Perhaps I knew her great-aunt, or at, least, could help
to find her," she said to herself; but she did not mention this to
Margaret, or ask to see the letter. This was not her way of
She fancied that when she was not present people must be talking
about her, and she listened at keyholes to learn what they were saying.
Pierre, the gardener, meant, simply, that she had a suspicious nature,
when he remarked that Annette was "naturally surreptitious"; but
the statement was perfectly true as it stood. It was not possible for
Annette to be frank and open-handed. She was frightfully cross-eyed,
and watched you narrowly, when she appeared to be interested in
something in the opposite direction, and this physical defect seemed
to have affected her character. She had a cross-eyed way of accom-
plishing all her designs. She was consumed with curiosity to ascer-
tain Margaret's ancestry, and she would ascertain it; but Margaret
should never know that it interested her in the least. So she sewed
the ruche into Margaret's best gown, and thought with glee of the
skeleton key in her pocket, and that she would have two good hours
to rummage for that letter, while the young ladies were at the lawn
party, for Mrs. Duffey was away from home. She needed all the time;
for it was not in the little secretary through which she looked first,
nor in the safe under the stairs with the silver, nor in the japanned
tin box in which Mr. Duffey kept his stocks and bonds, or in any of
the bureau drawers, or behind the sliding panel over the mantel, a
secret hiding-place where Mrs. Duffey kept her jewels, which Annette
had discovered the second day after her arrival; but it dropped at last
out of the atlas where Margaret had carelessly left it in searching for
The Riffel. Annette sat down and read eagerly. The letter was
written in- a delicate foreign script, in Austrian-German, very easy
for Annette, but puzzling for Margaret to decipher. It ran as
follows i -

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MY DEAR BROTHER,- I cannot tell you how overjoyed I am to
receive your letter. I had not heard from you for so long, that my
heart imagined many tragedies. And so I am a great-aunt? That
sounds almost like a grandmother. The honor comes to me early,
owing to the great difference in our ages. Only a child when you
went away to America, but I remember the sorrowful day very clearly
still. There are some things which are so branded into our memo-
ries that we can never forget them.
But the little girl! I am glad that she has come, and that you
have named her for me. My god-daughter as well as grand-niece.
Some day, now that our calamities seem to be overpast, she must
come to her Aunt Greta. I shall not be such a very old woman when
she is grown. I hope she will want to come to me. Tell her the way
to the old home beside the mountain, with the window overhanging
the precipice, from which they say you used to fish for swallows, with
a fish-line, when a boy. Tell her all your old haunts, and I will show
them to her. How you used to love to hang over that balcony! I
remember that once you rescued a little dog that had fallen into the
valley. You made a slip-noose, the loop of which was a handkerchief,
and, passing it over his body, drew him up to your window. A few
days since, I saw a peasant girl of Zermatt draw a lamb out of the
torrent which ran under her balcony, in much the same way, and the
action reminded me so of you that I brought her home with me as
my maid "-

There had been something familiar to Annette in the story as
Margaret had told it; but with the incident of the lamb it all came
back to her. Without any doubt, the Austrian Baroness who spent
that same summer, eighteen years ago, at the Riffelhaus, with whom
Annette, then a young peasant girl, served as maid, was Margaret's
great-aunt. She remembered rescuing the lamb, and that she did it,


not from any feeling of mercy, but because she was fond of roast
mutton. To make assurance doubly sure, there was the Baroness's
crest on the waxen seal, so indistinct that Margaret had not made it
out, but Annette could trace the firebrand held by a gauntleted hand.
And how like Margaret was to her god-mother, the same impe-
rious manners. Strange that she had not noticed the likeness before,
-and as fond of riding on horse back. So absorbed was Annette in
the letter that she did not hear a light step on the stair, or look up
until Margaret stood before her and snatched the letter from her hands
in a rage of indignation. What do you mean by reading my letters ?"
she exclaimed. "How dare you? And my desk open! How did
you manage that? What ? A skeleton key! Annette, you are a
Annette sprang to her feet, the color flaming into her pale face.
I am not. What have I stolen? Look in my trunk, look in my
room, look everywhere."
"I do not care to look. I am not one of the prying kind."
I demand it. You called me a thief. Prove that it is so, or else
you lie. What have you ever missed?"
The two angry women stood facing each other as Cecilia entered
the room with a calm, "What is the matter?"
Margaret showed the skeleton key, and told her story.
"Appearances are against, you, Annette," said Cecilia. "What
explanation have you to offer? What possible need has an honest
woman of a skeleton key?"
My brother was a locksmith; he made it for me, so I need not
trouble myself with a. great many keys, -one for my trunk, another
for my room, another for my bureau."
"Very convenient; and equally so for all of our locks, I presume."
This from Margaret, in her most sneering accents.
Be it so. I ask again, what have you ever missed? I have been
with you four years. I could with that key unlock your safe, your

1 father's money-box, your mother's jewel-case, everything, that is
true, but what has been stolen since I lived with you nothing -"
Is this true?" Cecilia asked.
I believe it is," Margaret replied. I have been too hasty, and I
apologize. You are no thief, Annette; but you are what I despise
just as much, a prying, spying, suspicious eavesdropper. No; you
needn't speak up. I stumbled over you the other day, in the entry,
when I opened the door more quickly than you expected. You were
listening, and you can't deny it. I absolve you from any intention of
stealing. It was probably curiosity, and nothing else, which led you
to ransack my desk and read my letters. If not, what motive had you
for spying into my affairs? Are you a special detective?"
There was only one way for Annette to vindicate herself, and she
told a part of the truth.
I heard what you said this morning, Miss Margaret, of a letter
from your great-aunt, from The Riffel. You know I come from that
region; and I wanted to see if possibly I knew her, and I found
that I did."
"What, you knew my Aunt Greta ?" Margaret exclaimed excitedly.
"Tell me about her! Is she alive? Can I find her?"
It was Annette's turn to triumph. I knew her, I could help you
find her; but you have called me a thief, you have resented my prying
into your affairs. I will have nothing more to do with them. I leave
your mother's employ to-day. You may tell her why. But I shall
call, on Saturday, for my wages, and for a recommendation for honesty,
Miss Margaret, for honesty, and for minding my own business. Do
2 you understand ?"




WHEN Margaret became sufficiently calm to consider the
matter coolly, she felt that she had made a great mistake in
allowing her temper tor make an enemy of Annette.
My angry passions are always getting me intQ trouble," she said
remorsefully. I can never learn to hold my tongue, and count an
hundred. And now I shall never find my fairy god-mother."
Perhaps it was only a piece of bravado on Annette's part, by way
of revenge."
No; she is truthful as well as honest, and not quick at invention.
There was too much genuine triumph in her eyes. I have narrowly
missed a great piece of good fortune."
If you really regret having spoken as you did, why don't you go
right to her and apologize ?"
It would be of no use. But Saint, dear, she dotes on you; inter-
cede for me."
With many misgivings, Cecilia tapped at Annette's door. Who's
there? was the ungracious response; but on hearing Cecilia's voice,
the maid unbarred the door. Her eyes were red; and her cheeks
swollen; she had been weeping passionately. Cecilia put her arms
about her and gently soothed her. Margaret is very sorry," she said,
after a time. "Will you not forgive her?"
SThe girl stiffened instantly. If Miss Margaret is sorry, why does
she not come and say so?"
She will, if you will let her--"
"She can do as she pleases; it makes no difference to me."


S' But it makes a difference to Margaret. She has a good heart,
arid l-regrets that she has caused you pain."
SAnlnette sniffed scornfully. Cecilia remained with her some time
lin'..'i, but could only make her agree not to leave the house until
SMri. EDuffey's return that evening.
; Thlre was a family council on the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Duffey.
;'.at-L:l around the library table, they discussed the matter in all its
Sbe:,, while Annette
Sli.tened in the entry.
M l. Duffey was of the
oinion that the girl's
fel,_ Iwere not worthy s
Of ,:t -n-ideration. I have
livIed v. without my precious
crlati-.-- all my life, and I r
cr!I do: without her now.
Sthe had cared for me
in ail these years, she
,ilit have looked. me

But her kind letter
u.\*.a, never answered, was
. it. ThTl,. .dore?" asked gen- ST. CECILIA AS MEDIATOR.
' Ntl,- Iis. Duffey. She
,m,.;t h-ave thought that it never reached its destination, or that we
d.idMi ni-,t care to keep up friendly relations."
It was never answered, because, when it arrived, father was too
tf ,le in mind to attend to it, and he was the only one who knew the
addies She was only staying for a short time at the Riffel Hotel;
and I have no idea where the old home that she speaks of is. It may
b-- io the neighborhood, and it may be miles away. It is rny'opinion
that Annette knows nothing about the matter."


It seems strange to me, father," said Margaret, "that you never
inquired more about your family from grandpa."
"Father very early showed me that such inquiries were useless.
'I am a proscribed man, by no fault of my own, under penalty of
death,' he confided to me. I have no longer any country or antece-
dents, no home or family, except that which I can found here. The
past is closed behind us; let us look only to the future.' If I had
known more, I might have endangered his life; but having no secrets
in my possession, I could not divulge them. I have reason to believe
that letters not unfrequently passed between my father and his sister;
but hers were always carefully destroyed. This is the only one which
has been preserved."
And this looks forward to a happy meeting with the little Greta,
'now that our calamities are overpast.'"
I used to think she might come to this country," said Mr. Duffey;
"and I confess there was no great pleasure in the anticipation. After
I had the honor of so respectable a connection as with your mother's
family, I used to wonder what my honored father-in-law would say if
a Nihilistic female with a carpet-bag full of dynamite should some day
dismount from an omnibus at our doors, and exclaim,' I am your long-
lost aunt!' I tell you what, Greta, you had better let well enough
alone. Your great-aunt is an unknown quantity, and we are very
happy as we are."
But your father was not a criminal," Mrs. Duffey remarked.
He was a perfect gentleman, Theodore; and my father respected
him highly. Whatever his misfortune, it was no fault of his, I am
/ And if aunt is an unknown quantity, there is the possibility that
she may be a lady of rank," Margaret suggested, "a baroness, per-
haps (There was a slight noise in the entry.) And at any rate,
we shall ascertain what our real name is; and it can't be worse than


There is only one chance out of a million of your drawing a
prize." Mr. Duffey insisted, practically. "Suppose you discover some
'vevr undesirable relatives, if not actual criminals,-poor, ignorant
peaant-. This Aunt Greta is an old woman by this time. Imagine
iL her po:verty-stricken, disagreeable, diseased-"
Then for an instant Margaret showed her better nature. In that
Case. father, is there no duty laid on us? We have enough and to
spare. Is it not dishonest for us to leave a relative in possible
: need ?"
Mr[. Duffey looked at his daughter in surprised admiration. And
itf she needs more than money? I could furnish that, -but if she
ncecds personal care and attention? "
I think you would find that I would not fail." Margaret spoke
m':ldestlv but firmly; but Annette in the entry gave so loud a sniff of
scornftul doubt, that Mrs. Duffey started.
Did you hear that noise? It reminded me of a snake in the

MeIe likely a rat in the arras, a la Hamlet," replied Margaret,
ipo:inting significantly at the entry door. No one sprang to open it;
anll were agreed that the best policy now was conciliation.
S" .And do you agree with your daughter's sentiments? asked Mr.
S) uftlfe\-.
S" Certainly," replied his wife. "Only prove that she is your aunt,
Sand I will receive any one."
I \wonder whether the Judge would agree with you."
"I think it would be better to consult with father, of course,"
said Mrs. Duffey; "he has such excellent judgment."
It was at once decided to adjourn the council to the home of
IMrs. Duffey's father.
The family found Judge Houghton deeply immersed in making
jottings from his scrap-book collection of the "Doings of the New
VYork Geographical Society." So absorbed was he that, ordinarily


punctilious, he had forgotten to take off his high hat. He greeted
them all effusively, however, and began to talk at once.
I am arranging for my summer vacation," he said briskly; "and
IPhave been looking over all the lectures that have been given before
our society. I want to do something this summer that I can utilize
in a lecture, with stereopticon views, at Chickering Hall this winter;
and I have decided that the Higher Alps are just what I want.
Don't some of you want to go with me? Mother, here, thinks she
is too old for mountain-
"I will go with you,
S grandpa," Margaret spoke
up promptly. "At least,
as far as The Riffel, if
I,,,that's in your itinerary."
tt t" The very place to start
from for the best moun-
taineering: just at the foot
/" of the Matterhorn and the
Weisshorn and Monte
SRosa, and Mont Blanc
GRANDFATHER HOU within a stone's throw, so
to speak.
Only look at this panorama outlined in Baedeker, of the view
from the Gorner Grat, near the Riffel Hotel, and listen while I read
a description of it from William H. Rideing.
"' On the one side the broad stream of the Gorner Glacier sweeps
along beneath our feet, and across it rise the huge mountains by which
the ice stream is augmented: Monte Rosa--Queen of the Alps--
with her coronet of peaks; the wedge-like mass of the Lyskamm; the
Snowy Twins (Castor and Pollux); and the long, craggy ridge of the
white-capped Breithorn. Then comes a break, as the eye sweeps over

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the plateau traversed by the well-known Theodule Pass, to rest on the
grandest sight in all the Alps, the marvellous Matterhorn, seen in one


of its most impressive aspects, an obelisk of snow-flecked rock, four
thousand feet in height. Beyond this comes another company of
giants, the peaks from the Dent Blanche to the Weisshorn. There


is no spot in the whole of the Alps, accessible with such ease, which
commands a grander panoramic view; nothing of the kind surpasses
in grandeur and beauty its circle of peaks and glaciers.'
There,. Margaret, have you followed me carefully, and found all
the names mentioned on the outline? "
"Yes, grandpa."
Well, The Riffel is just the locality for me to take as my centre
of operations. I am glad you have been thinking of the same
I really think some one ought to go with you and take care of
you, father," said Mrs. Duffey. Margaret is just the one. You can
make a great many excursions together. She's a great walker."
I know it, I know it," exclaimed the old gentleman in high glee.
Margaret will have her hands full," said anxious Mrs. Houghton.
" You are entirely too old, John, to go trampoozling over the moun-
tains, when you might rest your bones comfortably at home."
Too old! Look at the other members of the club! I'm an infant
compared with the best travellers."
That is true," replied Margaret; "it is a most venerable assem-
blage. When I look down upon it from the gallery, the bald heads
have the appearance of white stones peeping up above water from a
ford. I often imagine myself skipping from one to the other, across
the entire length of the hall."
"You dreadful child! Is there no Prophet Elisha, to call down a
troop of bears, to punish such irreverence ?"
No, grandpa; and the bears are too busy, down in Wall Street,
to care for naughty me. But listen while we tell you why I have
decided to go to Switzerland this summer."
I did not know you had decided," said Mr. Duffey. I thought
it was to be submitted to your Grandfather Houghton; and I am sure
he will disapprove."
But Judge Houghton, influenced, possibly, to some extent, by his


owln desire to avail himself of so lively a travelling companion, looked
on tlh scheme with favor.
\" \e need not commit ourselves to anything," he said. We can
Simply find out, or try to find out, the truth. The first thing to do is
Sto as-crtain what Annette really knows. Have you made it up with
Sher. Margaret? "
I am afraid not, grandpa. This miserable business has taught
Smi: to try to keep a tighter rein on my temper. I went to her, after
SSaint had labored with her, and apologized; but she would not utter
one vllable. I am afraid she will not help us."
We will see," said the Judge. "I'll dine with you to-morrow.
Let me deal with her."
But will she remain?" asked Margaret. "She only promised
Saint to stay until she had spoken with you, mamma."
I have given her no opportunity to speak with me, as yet," said
1Mrl-. Duffey. "I think we can manage an interview."
A nette, after her white heat of passion had subsided,. was not
: anxio:Ius to lose her good situation; but her decision that she would
-not to carry into effect her threat of leaving the family, did not argue
Sany forgiveness of Margaret. On the contrary, she was convinced
a. that she could better revenge herself by remaining near her, and that
neither the pincers of the Inquisition, nor any amount of kindness,
S\\ould either wrest or coax from her the information which was so
Such desired.
It \ ill therefore be readily understood that Judge Houghton, with
all his legal wile and acumen, had a difficult subject to handle.
S He began in a conciliatory way, and assumed that Annette would
gladly assist them, for a little compensation.
t" You are a good girl, Annette," he remarked; and I understand
that you send back a very large proportion of your earnings to your
family in Switzerland. You are doubtless very fond of them. When
do you propose to go back for a visit."


Annette answered, very truly, that, much as she desired this, she
was too poor to think of even a steerage passage.
"Ah!" exclaimed the delighted strategist. Then you will be
pleased to learn that I contemplate taking a trip to Switzerland, with
my granddaughter, this summer, and I would be very glad to engage
your services as her maid. All expenses paid, my good Annette, both
going and returning, and a vacation for you, after we are fairly
installed in some pleasant hotel,--a vacation of several weeks, in
which you can visit your family. How would you like that ?"
Annette's eyes shot forth a momentary gleam of pleasure, but a
cold gray sheath of suspicion was instantly drawn over them.
"And in return?" she. asked.
"Oh! In return, you could render my granddaughter any trifling
services she might require, as lady's maid and companion. You know
the language, and the country, the best routes, the regular fares, and
all that sort of thing. You could be of great service to us in enabling
us to dispense with a courier. And then, another thing, my grand-
daughter's main object in visiting Switzerland is to look up her father's
family. Perhaps you could help us in discovering them."
Perhaps ? But certainly I could help you, if I wished. Is that
one of the trifling services of which you spoke, to be included in my
duties as lady's maid? "
No, no. That, of course, should have special compensation. If
you enable us to discover Margaret's great-aunt, I will pay the pas-
sage of any two of your own relatives who may want to emigrate to
America. Come, now; isn't that generous ?"
It is sufficiently generous."
Then it's a bargain?"
No, sir."
What conditions do you ask ?"
I will not do it on any conditions."
Indeed! Highty-tighty, young woman, better think that over


again. Do you know I can make you give me this information?
SPerhaps you would prefer being committed to prison, to this tour of
\ which w\e have just been speaking?"
No one can compel me to speak; and I can keep my own

[L But this isn't your own counsel. That's the point. You have,
Sor pretend to have, valuable knowledge."
I have it."
Very well. You have information valu-
* able to my client, which you refuse to render.
. It is hers- by right of law; and the law takes
_you in hand in the same way as if you were
withh:oldr:ing other valuables from her. Now,
\what are you going to do about it? Don't be
,a fool), A- nnette. Consider your own interests.
Do VuLI want to go to prison, or do you want
to go to Switzerland? Answer me that."
-Annette was a coward. She did not doubt
'Juldge Houghton's power to imprison her for
.'lite: and she was just about to surrender,
\ l-hen Miargaret entered the library, and Judge
.: Hoiuglhton repeated the alternatives, as he had LAND?"
".set them before the girl.
S" No, A. nnette," Margaret exclaimed impulsively. I will not allow
voui to be prosecuted, even if you insist on keeping this secret from
.me; but I beg of you to be magnanimous, and to help me find my
aunt. Think how you would feel under the same circumstances."
i Annette looked up. Apparently, she was regarding the stuffed owl
on the top of the bookcase; in reality, she was studying Margaret
xwith intense malice.
"- How do you know that you will thank me, when you have found
lher ? She may not be the grand lady you expect."


Then, so much the more is it a sacred duty on my part. Annette,
I shall never blame you, whatever be the result."
"Suppose she is dead, or moved away, so that I cannot find her? "
I shall not blame you for that, either."
Then I call you and Judge Houghton to witness that you bring
it all on yourself; that I did not want to undertake this business, but
that, between you, you make me do it."
Annette did not yield from any magnanimity. She had no faith
in Margaret's assurance that she would not be imprisoned if she
persisted in her refusal. Moreover, she had really decided not to aid
in the discovery; but apparent yielding would extricate her from her
present disagreeable position, and give her time to think of some
mode of evading the issue.
So, while Margaret thanked and praised her effusively, she main-
tained a stony silence, still simulating an intense interest in the
stuffed owl.
And now," said Judge Houghton, that these preliminaries have
been satisfactorily settled, let us proceed to the real matter in hand.
Will you be so good as to tell us, Annette, all that you know of my
granddaughter's great-aunt? In the first place, how did you happen
to know my granddaughter's relative? "
Annette related the circumstances of her engagement as maid.
"And what was the lady's name ? "
Margaret bent forward eagerly. The hated name of Duffey was
about to be lifted. Annette saw the intense expectation, and she
could not satisfy it at that moment, if her life had depended upon it.
No," she exclaimed, a hysterical sob rising in her throat; not
now, not now. I have told enough, I have endured enough. I have
promised to help you find her; but it must be in my own way. Let me
go. I can stand no more." And turning abruptly, she left the room.
Judge Houghton looked after her in astonishment, Well, this is
a most extraordinary young person! he exclaimed.


Annette is peculiar," Margaret answered. "You have gained a
great concession; and it will not do to press her too far. Let her
take her own way, and we shall lose nothing by it."
But in her own room Annette was going through another of her
rages. I never shall tell her, never! If it were Miss Boylston, yes;
but Miss Margaret! I will go to prison first. She thinks, now, that
her aunt may be poor and mean. Let her torment herself with that
idea. If she only were a beggar, or a cretin! She says that she
would accept her, whatever her condition. I would like to see her
put to the test. What would my lady do if she should find that her
relatives were of the peasant class? Her aunt an old crone like my
grandmother, living in a den like our chalet ? She thinks that she
would accept the situation, would not be ashamed of her relations, and
would bring the old aunt back with her to America. She would do
nothing of the kind. I would ask no sweeter revenge than to see her
look of horror on making a discovery like that."
Annette paused in her monologue. An electrifying idea had sud-
denly struck her, and she stood transfixed, then clapped her hands
three times over her head, and laughed like a mad woman. She had
found her revenge.





-"Within the Switzer's varied land,
When summer chases high the snow,
You'll meet with many a youthful band
Of strangers wandering to and fro;
Through hamlet, town, and healing bath,
They haste, and rest as chance may call.
No day without its mountain path,
No path without its waterfall."

A LL were surprised, the next day, to see Annette of her own
accord ask for another interview, and to hear her volunteer
the most helpful information. She said that Margaret's great-
aunt was known in Zermatt by the name of Madame Lochwalder; but
she, Annette, pretended to suspect that this was an assumed name.
Her real one she professed not to know. She felt sure that she was
still living at Zermatt, for her uncle had mentioned in his last letter
that Madame Lochwalder had bought his mountain chalet, to be fitted
up as her summer residence, and had engaged him as her head
A letter was at once dispatched, informing Madame Lochwalder
of her new relatives,
Annette tried her best to get possession of this letter; but Mar-
garet carried it to the post-office and mailed it with her own hands,
and all Annette could do was to write a letter of explanation, which
she sent by the same mail to her uncle, who was really the son of
Madame Lochwalder.


I have ascertained," she wrote, "that my employer is the son of
:i.ur Uncle Jacob, who ran away to America so long ago. .They have
'inid notions that Jacob was a nobleman in disguise, which will all
be disappointed when they come to see you, with me, as they intend
to do. Thi--y are wealthy people; and, though they will drop you all,
as if you \ ere hot coals, when they see how poor you are, still they
w 1ill doubtless leave us the richer for their visit, if only to bribe us not
;:to follow them to America, and disgrace them by proclaiming our
' elationhip. Much can be gained from them, if we only manage well
.*.our op-lport unities. I enclose an answer to a letter which grandmother
w.",ll receive from these people. I have written as I thought was best.
SIt is \\ell that grandmother cannot write, or she would spoil everything
w :\\-ith her goodness of heart. Leave the matter to me. She must not
expect any real kindness from these new relatives; they will despise
.u., anild be ashamed of us."
SIt h:iI first occurred to Annette to tell her uncle the truth, and
.aclmit tlhat she was playing a clever deception for their own benefit;
biL1ut 1n nire-lection she was sure that her family were too honest to join
'lu-eri- in such a plot, and that even if they had been so unprincipled as
-'i.t Ix- willing to play their parts, they would be more naturally carried
our, anld \iith less risk of detection, if they really believed in the
relationshipsp. Madame Lochwalder, it happened, had a brother who
Ihad emigrated long before this to America, and this circumstance
aided in carrying out her scheme.
The letter which shehad enclosed in her own, and had sent to
S\\itzerland, came back to Margaret in due time.
It rcad as follows: -
MI DEAR GRAND-NIECE,--I am rejoiced to find you, after all
these years. I have long felt that my brother must have died, since I
In longer heard from him. It is strange that his son did not receive
mry letters. I am glad that you are coming to Switzerland. You will


find your relatives glad to welcome you. Perhaps we shall induce
you to remain with us. I long ago decided that if I could ever dis-
cover my brother's descendants I would share with them my earthly
possessions while I live, and leave them my little estate when I die.
I am an old woman, and cannot live many years longer. I trust you
will come very soon, to
Your affectionate aunt,

This letter decided them all, or would have decided them, if there
had been any hesitation about the journey to Switzerland.
From this time forward everything favored the trip. Cecilia Boyl-
ston, a former Vassar girl, who had studied music in Germany after
her graduation, and had taught in Boston since her return, had
decided, previously to the events just related, to attend the Wagnerian
festival to be celebrated that summer at Baireuth. She was readily
persuaded that to go via Switzerland was really the most direct route,
and gladly joined the party. Grandpa Houghton renewed his youth,
and laid in a small library of Alpine literature to be read during the
voyage, including all the guide-books on Switzerland, from Wagner to
Murray, and accounts of the travels of noted mountaineers. (As these
were principally in German, he trusted to having them translated by
Margaret.) Several volumes of the Alpine Journal with the doings of
the English Alpine Club, Mr. Whymper's account of his long-con-
tinued siege of the Matterhorn, Professor Tyndall's Scrambles,"
Agassiz for geology, and Ruskin for art, with many other books, were
added to the collection.
Besides the library, he purchased a large stock of articles likely to
serve him in the Alps. No prospective bride ever enjoyed the shop-
ping necessary for the preparation of her trousseau more than Judge
Houghton the buying of his mountain outfit. There was a Kodak
camera and other photographing appliances, an Arctic sleeping-bag, a


spirit-lamp, and (though he was politically and practically a prohibi-
tionist) a flask of spirits, a rifle for shooting chamois, remedies for
chilblains, blue-glass spectacles against snow glare, and ice-spurs to
steady his footsteps. That he did not make himself as ridiculous an
object as Daudet's Tartarin, was simply owing to the fact that he
proposed purchasing his alpenstock, pickaxe, rope, lantern, etc., in
Geneva. The books were packed in
a steamer trunk and slipped under
Judge Houghton's berth, for ready
reference; but stormy weather kept
him uncomfortable, and the trunk
was not once opened during the
Grandma Houghton, relying on
Margaret's care, awoke to a mild in-
terest in the expedition, and knitted
her husband a pair of very warm
mittens. She also sent his overcoat /
to the tailor's, to be faced with
fur; exhumed from the camphor-
chest an ancient cap with ear-tabs,
and packed away his gentlemanly /
beaver, lest, if he had it with him,
he might be tempted to wear it in
ascending Mont Blanc. The result PINE COSTUME.
of this wifely care was that Judge
Houghton wore his mountain cap on a warm Sunday in Paris, and
was the observed of all observers.
The party made a brief visit in Paris, but, on a bright day in early
June, left the city by the Orleans Railroad, via Dijon and Macon, for
Geneva. Margaret found this city disappointing, but Lake Leman, or
as it is more often called, the Lake of Geneva, was very beautiful.


"It was Goethe who first said that lakes are the eyes of the landscape;
and as our glance, perusing the living traits of a man, is never satisfied
till it reaches his eye, so, on the earth, we seek after water, and are
not quite content till our attention, long vagrant, rests in peace upon
it." Lake Leman is the largest of the Swiss lakes. It has been said
of it that, though it lacks the grandeur and sublimity of Lucerne and
Thun, and the marvellous color of the Italian lakes, for bright, laugh-
ing beauty it is pre-eminent.
Margaret would gladly have taken the train for the south of Switz-
erland, but while they were in this region her grandfather insisted
on making the tour of the lake, and, before doing this, in going through
the city in true traveller's style. It would make a paragraph for his
proposed lecture in Chickering Hall; and Margaret found, during the
summer, that much was to be sacrificed for this famous lecture.
She went patiently with him as he made his visits to the watch
manufactories, and took copious notes for his lecture, both from actual
observation and from printed authorities. She would read these aloud
in the evening, and Judge Houghton would express his opinion.
"Excellent, excellent!" the old gentleman would comment, after
such a reading. That is just what the members of the Geographical
Society will want to hear. Copy it neatly for me, my dear. I only
wish I had brought my typewriter."
Their first view of Mont Blanc was obtained at Geneva, with the
lake in the foreground. How delightful it will be to make the
ascent! Judge Houghton remarked cheerfully.. "It does not look
nearly as difficult as I imagined."
But when he took Turner's Liber Studiorum from his steamer-
trunk that evening, and studied the etching of the iMer-de Glace, in
which the savage character of the glacier is greatly exaggerated, and
the great causeway is represented as a chaos of jagged splinters, he
shook his head doubtfully, and hoped there was some easier way.
His assurance increased as he bought 'his alpenstock the next day.

-_~II. -- .- -7-



It was topped with a chamois' horn, and pointed with a sharp iron
ferrule. "We will have the names of the mountains you have
ascended branded on the staff free of charge, on your return from
your tour," the tradesman kindly offered.
Judge Houghton reflected a moment. "We are not certain to
come back this way," he said. I think it would do just as well to
mark the names of the peaks I intend to
ascend, now."
"As you please, sir. What mountains do
you wish? The Rigi, I presume. That is
quite easy to climb. And the Brunig."
"Certainly, certainly. But I want some
of the celebrated peaks too,--the Jungfrau,
and Mont Blanc, and the Matterhorn."
"Those are rather difficult to ascend,"
the tradesman replied with a smile.
"'What man has done man can do,'"
Judge Houghton remarked cheerfully and
confidently, with refreshing ignorance of
what he was attempting.
At the Museum of Natural History the
stuffed chamois excited his enthusiasm, and
he inquired for the taxidermist who had
mounted them. I shall send him all the .ALICE NEWTON.
game. I shoot," he remarked, as he made a
note of the address. I think I shall make a present of the collec-
tion to the New York Museum of Natural History."
"Suppose it should not prove to be a very large collection,
grandpa?" Margaret suggested mischievously, but was glad that the
old man did not hear her. It was at the Archaeological Museum,
and while examining an ancient boat, one of the relics of the lacrus-
tine period, that Margaret met another Vassar girl, Alice Newton,


an old friend of Cecilia's, and now a missionary to Bulgaria. She had
come to Switzerland to meet her mother, who had been recently left
a widow, and, having no other near ties in America, had decided to
join her missionary daughter, and aid her as a volunteer.
Alice was delighted to meet Margaret, for Vassar is a pass-word
among its alumnae. I have been living for a week in Geneva with
mother," she said. I have a little va-
cation, and I do not want to hurry her
to Bulgaria. I shall return by way of
the Danube. I hope our routes lie the
same way."
Unfortunately," said Margaret, "we
travel in quite another direction."
But it happens very nicely for me,"
Cecilia explained, "since I must part
from Margaret and the rest of the
party when they turn southward. I
shall be very glad to have you as a
travelling companion. We can journey
I together as far as Bavaria."
"And we are not going south im-
mediately," Grandfather Houghton re-
marked confidently. "It would be a
shame to give less than a fortnight to
THE GIRL IN THE HADING VEIL. this lovely lake and the interesting
towns on its shores. So there is no
need of talking about our ways separating, at present."
Grandfather Houghton liked young girls. He enjoyed Cecilia's
society, and Alice's calm, placid face had made a pleasant impression
upon him. It's a pity that you are not at our hotel," he added.
"There are plenty of people there, but no one that the girls seem to
take to particularly. Though that pretty girl in the Hading veil
strikes me as rather nice."


Margaret laughed merrily. Grandpa is so. impressionable," she
explained. The girl in the veil is pretty, but that is all there is to
her, and she has the most dreadful mother. They are Americans

living abroad on their in-
come. The father, I infer
from the mother's interest
in business, is no more."
How does the widow
show her business facul-
ty? Alice asked.
She takes the Ameri-
can papers and reads the
stock quotations while she
eats her breakfast, inter-
rupting whatever conver-
sation may be going on
by such exclamations as
'Calumet and Hecla's up!
ered muslin you wanted.'
Hecla's down. I'm sorry I
You describe her very
of a terror, but she's better
and I can understand her;


Now, Betty, you can buy that embroid-
Or, 'The land! Betty. Calumet and
ordered that music-box.'"
well," said the Judge. She's something
than the men. She's American, at least,
but my Lord Highnose and I haven't a

notion in common."
"Is that a real name?" Alice asked, much amused.
"Only a nickname that Margaret has given him. We thought he
was an Englishman; for he is deplorably ignorant in regard to
America, and seems to take a positive pride in displaying his igno-
rance. He asked me, for instance, if Calumet and Hecla were two
noted race-horses, or Mississippi steamers! And then it came out
that he hadn't the excuse of being an Englishman; for he said that
he had been absent from the States so long that he had rather lost


the run of affairs. When I told him that Calumet and Hecla was a
favorite kind of stock in the market, and that the lady was interested
in Wall Street bulls, he said, 'Ah, yes! a lady drover and cattle raiser.
How very extraordinary!' I am glad
that we are soon to see the last of
/ these people."
The girls assented, and Alice asked
S, // if there was really no one at their
hotel who was more interesting.
"Yes," replied the Judge; "there
is a young scientist, whom I rather
like. He is on his way to make the
ascension of the Jungfrau, and in-
tends to scramble about in the Ober-
land all summer. He's a Harvard
-/ ,// student, and his name is Livingston
Walker; and--'Speak of an angel'
LORD HIGHNOSE. the young fellow is entering the
Museum now. May I present him ?"
The young man proved to be intelligent and courteous. Their
conversation drifted to the work and fame of Professor Agassiz.
"I am glad to find," said Judge Houghton, "that at least one
American scientist is recognized here in Europe. I have found his
name several times in the Museum."
The Genevese would probably claim him as a Swiss scientist,"
the young man replied. He was born at Motier, in the Canton de
Vaud, not very far from us, and educated in Swiss and German uni-
versities. You know his first work that attracted attention was on the
fresh-water fishes of Europe; and I can imagine him as a boy an
enthusiastic angler in the Swiss lakes. Later, he extended his re-
searches to fossil fishes. He became Professor of Natural History at
Neuchatel, on the lake of the same name, north of us. I have just

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returned from a visit to the city. I found the museum rich with col-
lections which he had named and classified, and the library, with
learned treatises from his pen. Yes; the Swiss can certainly claim
him, though we have also the right to do so. At present, I am making
an Agassiz pilgrimage, following his footsteps everywhere in Switzer-
land. It is a labor of love, in every way, I assure you."
Quite an idea," exclaimed the enthusiastic Judge. Let us, also,
visit Neuchatel, and make an Agassiz pilgrimage."
Margaret bit her lip. As we return, grandpa, if you like; but just
now, please remember how impatient I am to reach Zermatt."
True, true," assented the old gentleman. It will do just as well
to go there when we come back. And meantime, I have his 'Re-
searches on Glaciers' in my trunk, which you may read to me in the
evening; and perhaps I can bring a part of it
into my lecture."
If you are interested in glaciers," said Mr.
Walker, "we may possibly meet on the great
glacier of the Aar. I shall be making studies
next month in the vicinity of Agassiz's cabin,
which he jokingly called the Hotel Neucha-
telois. I shall be happy if I can be of any
Margaret bowed. She did not care to have
her grandfather's interest drawn from Zermatt, .
and she asked if the glaciers at the foot of the
Matterhorn were not as accessible as those of
the Aar. More so," replied the young man;
"and Agassiz has mapped them. I mean to MR. WALKER.
work around to that point before the end of
the season; and somewhere, I trust, I may have the pleasure of
meeting you again.",
The wish was emphatically echoed by the Judge, and the young


man withdrew, the others passing into the library founded by
He was the true prisoner of Chillon," Alice said, "of whom Byron
had not heard when he wrote his poem."

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Bonnivard? remarked the Judge questioningly. I don't quite
recollect his history."
He was the Prior of St. Victor, you know," Alice replied. He
was a patriot, too, and greatly opposed to the usurpation of the Duke
of Savoy; and the duke had him carried to Chillon, and kept there
as a prisoner for six years."
"How did he ever get out?"


"In 1536, the people of Geneva assaulted the castle from the lake,
and rescued him."
It seems to me they took a long enough time to make up their
minds to do it." This from Margaret.
That reminds me," said the Judge, "that we must certainly visit
Chillon; and I think it would be pleasanter to go by the lake. I
wonder if there is not some pleasant little place at the other end of
Lake Leman which we could make our headquarters, and then take
excursions from it to Vevy,
Clarens, and other interest- : I
ing points."
"Glion is just the spot," i
replied Alice. Mamma and
I are going there. The Pen-
sion Victoria has been rec-
ommended to us as a home-
like, charmihg little hotel, -
situated. on a commanding -- ---
height, and giving one beau- THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.
tiful views in every direction."
"A good place to practise mountain climbing, eh! Then, to Glion
let us all go. A few days more will suffice for Geneva; then fare-
well to Calumet and Hecla."
The morning of the next day Judge Houghton spent in looking up
a music-box. He succeeded in finding a fine one, which played the
air of a song by Grieg, beginning, -
"The winter may perish, the spring pass away,"

which Cecilia sang charmingly, and which was a prime favorite with
the Judge.
After the music-box was purchased, it proved quite an elephant.
Judge Houghton would not hear to its being packed in the trunk, and


left to the tender mercies of baggage-smashers; and it was accordingly
wrapped in Cecilia's water-proof, and carried by a shawl-strap. As
they walked back to the hotel from the shop, a slight jar set the
mechanism in motion; and people whom they met or passed turned
to wonder what was the source of the fairy music. Among these was
Mr. Walker, who smilingly asked, Is this the Banbury Cross lady,
of whom it was said that 'she shall have music wherever she goes'? "
It is disagreeable, is it not, to be made so conspicuous ?" Margaret
remarked, as Mr. Walker relieved her of the burden.
It is a familiar air," replied the young man, and the words set to
it are very beautiful."
I think them very sentimental," Margaret replied, with a, toss of
her head. I thought, last night, while Cecilia was singing them with
so much apparent feeling, that it was all great nonsense."
So," thought Mr. Walker, "our young lady is not the least bit
romantic. Well, I like her all the better for it."
The Judge, however, took up the cudgels in favor of the little love-
song. Mr. Walker must hear Cecilia sing it," he said. Mrs. and
Miss Newton are to dine with us this evening; and after dinner, if no
one else has taken possession of the little music-room, perhaps Mr.
Walker will join us there, and we will have some music."
Mr. Walker responded gratefully to the Judge's invitation, and
fortune favored them, in providing some fireworks in the public gar-
dens, to which the other guests of the hotel gave their countenance.
The hotel parlors were deserted, and the Judge escorted Cecilia to the
From singing, they fell to chatting of the great names connected
with Geneva, of Rousseau, of Voltaire, and Calvin.
Mrs. Newton, who had a refined, serious face, a typical mother, as
Margaret expressed it, was a clergyman's wife, who delighted in her
daughter's work. She joined in the conversation enthusiastically and


There are many interesting lives that have been influenced by
these mountains," she said; "but to me, Calvin is far the strongest.
You know he fled to Switzerland when he embraced Protestantism.
It was from Basel that he wrote his famous preface to Francis I.,
which has been called one of the most memorable documents of the
Reformation, 'from its intensity of feeling, its indignant remonstrance,
and its pathetic and powerful eloquence.'"
I wonder whether Calvin was really influenced by the 'mountain
gloom,' of which Ruskin has so much to say," Cecilia remarked.
I think not," Alice replied; "for his life in Switzerland was spent
chiefly here in Geneva, where nature has a very cheerful aspect; but
he may well have drawn his dogmas in relation to 'Irresistible Grace'
and the eternal decrees of God from the irresistible onward sweep of
the glaciers and the stability of the everlasting hills."
"I am not drawn to Calvin as I am to Luther," Cecilia remarked
musingly. He seems to me the Torquemada of the Protestant
Judge Houghton began to fear that their missionary friends would
prove rather heavy companions, but Alice considerately changed the
subject. She had that valuable quality which we call tact, the power
of adapting herself to her friends, and of making herself beloved by
widely differing individuals. "What led you to be so greatly in-
terested in Agassiz? she asked of Mr. Walker. You are certainly
too young to have been one of his pupils, even at Penikese."
It is the regret of my life that I came into the world too late to
be his pupil," replied the young man. But I had the privilege of
studying his wonderful collection at Cambridge, and I feel that in that
he has left me a rich personal legacy."
You are a geologist ? "
I am fond of the natural sciences, but they are only a luxury for
me. My profession is to be that of a civil engineer; and part of my
business here in Switzerland is to study the passes and the railroad


engineering of the Alps, in the hope that I may some time improve
upon them in our Rocky Mountains."
The return of "Calumet and Hecla" from viewing the fireworks
reminded Mrs. Newton of the lateness of the hour, and she and Alice
took their leave, Mr. Walker escorting them to their pension.
During the few days that they remained in Geneva, some playful
chance was continually throwing the young people together. Did
they walk in the gardens, Mr. Walker was sure to appear near the
statue of Rousseau. At church, on Sabbath, the sexton oddly showed
him into the pew behind them. In the photograph shops, Mr. Walker
turned the portfolios. Did they take a drive, Mr. Walker cantered up
beside them in the most off-hand manner.
This is getting monotonous," Margaret said to Cecilia, on their
last evening in Geneva, as the waiter handed them Mr. Walker's card;
" but there is one comfort, there will be an entire change of dramatic
person& at Glion."
Mrs. Newton and Alice dropped in a little later, and the evening
was one of the pleasantest which they had passed in Geneva. Was
it the sense of coming relief which made Margaret more than usually
gay and sparkling, and really courteous to the "Monotonous Walker" ?
If so, she must have been a trifle nonplussed when he asked, as he
took his leave, if he might be permitted to call on them at Glion, on
his way to the Oberland? The request was addressed to Margaret;
but apparently she did not hear it, and the Judge filled in the
awkward pause with a profuse welcome, and Mrs. Newton, in response
to a gentle pressure from Alice's hand, added a gracious assurance of




"Glion ? Ah, twenty years, it cuts
All meaning from a name!
White houses prank where once were huts;
Glion, but not the same.
"And yet I know not. All unchanged
The turf, the pines, the sky!
The hills in their old order ranged!
The lake with Chillon by !"

O UR travellers were enchanted with their first view of Glion,
the picturesque villas and hotels gleaming on the green moun-
tain side. A funicular railway carried the guests of the hotels
up the steep slope to their destination; but the Judge preferred to
begin his mountaineering by walking to the hotel, and Margaret ac-
companied him, the rest mounting by rail. It was a longer walk than
they had counted on, and the Judge's bandanna came out frequently
to wipe his perspiring brow; but the view was superb, and refreshed
their spirits when they paused to rest. There was the Castle of
Chillon at their feet, and the sapphire lake dimpling in the breeze, and
flecked with white sails, the nestling towns and villages on the shore-
Montreux, Clarens, and Vevey -all plainly visible. In the direction
of the Gorge of the Rhone, the Dent du Midi and the Alps of the
Valais lifted white fingers of snow, as one traveller has so well said,
"As though the hills themselves were holding up their hands in
everlasting homage."


Margaret stood afterwards before many scenes surpassing this in
grandeur, but never felt herself more thrilled by pure beauty than
now. The Judge was exhilarated, and as happy as a child. If all
Alpine climbing is as easy as this--," he remarked; "but then, of
course, it can't be."
At a sudden turn
they came upon a little
old woman resting by
the roadside. She was
dressed plainly, but her
garments were of rich
r es material, and she was
presided over by a ser-
vant in livery, who held
a parasol over her, and
fanned her assiduously.
Enough, animal! "
she cried spitefully, in
French. "You will give
me the consumption,with
such a current of air.
You are worse than an
THE COUNTESS. Alpine hurricane, you
blacksmith's bellows.
Put away that fan, and hand me my lorgnette. Let me see what
manner of creatures these are."
The footman obediently folded the fan and handed his mistress
her eye-glasses, and the little woman coolly submitted the Judge and
Margaret to a broadside of scrutiny. "A grizzly bear," she remarked,
still speaking in French; "an American bear. I know the species.
Hold, he has with him a little savagess. Their air is amiable. I will
speak to them." And dropping her eye-glass and totally changing


her manner, she addressed them in odd English, with a slightly foreign
"Make.your father to be seated, my dear young lady. He has ze
air to be fatigued. My servant will bring him a glass of water from
ze cascade yonder. Animal, approach ze water." (This to the
footman, who incontinently fled to execute the errand.)
'Margaret, who had heard and comprehended her soliloquy, would
have declined her courtesy and proceeded; but Judge Houghton
did not understand French, and, as he was really weary, eagerly
availed himself of the proffered civilities, seating himself on the
stone parapet beside the stranger, and mopping his glowing coun-
"I am very glad to meet any one who speaks English, ma'am," he
said, by way of keeping up the conversation; for Margaret stood at a
little distance, apparently absorbed in the view.
You are zen English?" asked the lady.
"American, ma'am; American. Allow me to introduce myself.
Judge Jonah Houghton of New York." He paused, but the lady did
not respond to the introduction by giving her own name, and he
continued, Travelling with my granddaughter. You, I judge, are a
foreigner, ma'am; though you speak English like a native." For the
moment, Judge Houghton forgot that here in Europe he was the
foreigner; but the lady understood him, and bowed politely, though
an amused smile twitched her thin lips, while the Judge proceeded
serenely, It is really remarkable, but you are the first foreigner we've
really met, -socially, I mean. I don't count storekeepers. Switzer-
land seems to be full of Americans. At least, the hotels are. Margaret
and I are sick of them. Americans are all very well in America; but
one can see plenty of them at home; one doesn't come abroad to see
them. I mean no disparagement of niy own country people when I
say it. They may be a great deal more enlightened than foreigners;
but when we come abroad we come to study foreigners, their ways and


their manners, even if they are not up to our own, and that is why I
am so glad to make your acquaintance, ma'am."
Margaret felt that the conversation needed interruption, and, step-
ping forward, remarked on the beauty of the view. It is lufly, very
lufly," said the lady. I know it well; for I have been here before.
Eighteen years ago since I was in Switzerland. You can well com-
prehend zat it has changed. Zere was no funicular railway zen.
We rode to ze top in ze omnibus, or we walked. I always walked.
So, to revive ze old time, I have walked to-day. But alas! I have
changed also. I am not so spry as
once. Better I had gone in ze wagon
of ze train, with Lajos, for it has proved
4 a great waste of perspiration. Come,
i Konrad. I have reposed myself, and
S I will not make zese kind people to
wait longer. En route!"
S. The footman gave her his arm, and
.'; they all walked on together. It seemed
l! odd to Margaret to hear her address
the servant as Konrad; she had called
him "animal so often, that it almost
LAJOS. seemed that this must be his Christian
But though violent of temper, this strange old woman was not
uninteresting, and Margaret admired her intelligence. She quoted
from Rousseau, and Byron's lines on Clarens, as the Judge pointed
out the town.
Have you anyzing so beautiful as zat by an American writer?"
she asked.
I think Aldrich's 'Alpine Picture' more beautiful," Margaret
replied. And, as the lady knew of neither the poet nor the poem, she
repeated it for her.


"Stand here and look, and softly hold your breath,
Lest the vast avalanche come crashing down!
How many miles away is yonder town,
Set flower-wise in the valley? Far beneath,
A scimitar half drawn from out its sheath,
The river curves through meadows newly mown.
The ancient water-courses all are strown
With drifts of snow, fantastic wreath on wreath.
And peak on peak against the turquoise blue,
The Alps like towering campanilis stand,
Wondrous, with pinnacles of frozen rain,
Silvery, crystal, like the prism in hue.
O tell me, love, if this be Switzerland,
Or is it but the frost-work on the pane?"

The little woman listened attentively, and then remarked half to
herself, "You are fond of poetry. Ah! yes; you are at ze romantic
period. You have perhaps eighteen years. It must be passed through.
It does not always make harm. I am not of zose who would repress
it. One might as well try to repress ze chicken-pox. It can be
done, but it is bad for ze liver; and when ze eruption of poetry is
driven in, it is bad for ze heart. Much better you go through wiz
zese infantile diseases at ze proper time. Lajos has never had ze
measles. I tremble for him if he should contract zem now. He has
never had a romance in his youth. Zink of the virulence wiz which
it may attack him in his manhood. You see, my dear, Lajos is my
nephew; zat is, not my true nephew. He is ze nephew to my
husband, who is dead. We are all zere is to each other. He is so
devoted to me, he will do anyzing I ask of him. He would have
climbed ze mountain wiz me; but I said, 'Lajos, you have had
enough of mountains.' He joined the Russian army, and went over
ze Balkans with General Skobeleff. He was wounded in ze leg,
and nursed in a hospital of ze Red Cross, by some Americans.
I have felt kindly to Americans ever since. But all ze same, he


cannot walk well, or dance. It is hard for him. He has changed
since zat campaign. He is not ze same lively, gay of heart boy as
By the time that they had climbed the mountain and reached the
hotel, they all felt very well acquainted.
I shall see you again, my dear," said the little woman as they
separated at the door, and she took the arm of a hollow-cheeked, grave
man, with an immense mustache. It was difficult to imagine that this
was her boy Lajos; but he led the strange little lady toward Alice,
saying as he did so, I wish, my aunt, to present you to Mrs. Newton,
and to Miss Newton, to whose kind care while in the hospital I believe
I owe my life."
He is the Count Krajova," Alice explained afterwards. He was
taken prisoner by the Turks toward the last of the war, spared on
account of his high rank, and sent to Lady Strangford's hospital, where
I was assisting. I helped nurse him until the Russians took Kezanlik,
when he was transferred to the Red Cross hospital. He recognized
me in the cars as we rode up, and came over to see us at once, and
inquired for the mission and the girls' school, of which I had told him
when he asked how it happened that an American girl had drifted so
far from home."
I remember your writing about him," said Mrs. Newton.
Did I mention him?" Alice asked. That is odd, for he was
with us only a short time; but he was very gentlemanly. He was more
than that, he was heroic in his patient endurance."
"At last," said Judge Houghton, as he inscribed his name in the
hotel register, and tried in vain to make out those of the Austrians
which preceded it, "at last we have escaped from our co-patriots."
But as he spoke, a girlish voice from the reading-room exclaimed in
triumph, Ma, Ma; we can stay in Switzerland all summer. Calumet
and Hecla is up! "
The Judge started. They are some American ladies," said the


clerk," who arrived to-day from Geneva. They came by rail. Would
you like to meet them? "
Far be it from me," replied the Judge; and he impressed on the
mind of the clerk their especial desire during their stay to avoid the
society of all Americans.
I'll do the best I can, sir," replied the obliging clerk; "but we are
quite overrun with them this summer."
The Judge was weary, and retired early; but as the girls sat by
their open window looking down at the rakish lateen sails of the
fishing craft on the lake, a maid
appeared, dressed in the pretty
costume of the country, and
bringing an invitation from the
Countess Krajova inviting the" As
American party to drive with
her to Vevey the next day.
The invitation was accepted,
and the party made the excutr-
sion in two carriages.
It was a day to be marked ,
with a white stone, as nearly all
days are in the beautiful Pays "CALUMET AND HECLA IS UP!"
de Vaud. They drove through
the lovely town of Montreux, through woods and vineyards, over
streams and along the borders of the lake, catching glimpses of the
Plejaden, the Moleson, and the Cubli mountains, with new combi-
nations of the familiar Dent de Jaman and Dent du Midi.
It is one pity it is not ze autumn," said the countess; "for zen we
could see ze FRte of ze Abbaye des Vignerons."
What is that? asked the Judge. "Some church festival? "
On ze contrarie," replied the lady, "it is one survive of ze Pagan-
ism celebrate by ze vine-dresser in honor of Bacchus. It is now


twenty years zat I have not -seen it. Such so great pleasure! It
was worth to be one Pagan. Ze town was so full of ze spectator
from effery country of Europe zat it was unpossible zere could come
more. Ze window, ze balcony, ze roof, even ze tree, was rent for a
price to preak ze heart. Only ze American could afford ze best place.
Ze aristocracy of Europe content himself to view zat processions from
ze barn, from ze wagon of hay. I have
accommodate myself, wiz ze Countess
Esterhazy, on ze roof of a smissy
[smithy]. We could not else. We
S were bake by ze sun, and robe was
I. decorate wiz ze tar and ze cinder,--
St but all zat signify to us nossing, we
have excellent view to ze procession."
i" They will manage it better this
year, aunt," said Lajos. Parisian art-
Sists are designing the tableaux, which
are to be superb; and the public will
S1 be provided for more commodiously."
t "It cannot be more beautiful as
i ; then," said the countess. "Do you
know if ze Goddess of Spring shall
PEASANT WAITRESS. be ze same pretty peasant girl of
Clarens who took ze part when I was
here? Ze Prince of Metternich made her a present of a pracelet
of diamond."
Your peasant beauty must be a buxom dame by this time, aunt.
You forget the changes that Time works."
"Ah! malicious one; it is true. You could not believe I was
beautiful also. I wore a green satin pelisse; and my friend Margaret
du Fais, one of pink, garnished wiz ze down of swan. We were ze
toast of ze gentlemen; and she is dead, ze beloved one."


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"But the spectacle, aunt," said Lajos, anxious to lead her thoughts
from sad personal recollections.
"Ah! ze spectacle was magnifique. I can see it all. First ze
train of ze Goddess of Spring; ze gardeners and gardeneresses wiz
zare tools, ze shepherd and shepherdesses wiz zare sheeps, ze herds-
men wiz zare cattles, all shouting ze Ranz des vaches. Oh! it was
heavenly beautiful! And ze Goddess of Summer, in a wagon orna-
mented of corns. Zen come some children carrying a cage of bees,
singing alouds. And ze laborer of autumn; ze haymakers wiz zare
pitchforks, ze mowers wiz scys, ze gleaners wiz sheafs, and ze vintagers
wiz ze cluster of grape, ze faun, ze Bacchante, and ze people mytholo-
gique, dressed in skin of leopard and garlands, dancing wiz great
leaps. Ze pipes, ze flutes, ze kettledrum, ze fiddle, making music
forte fortissimo! "
The countess' description was so spirited that the volatile Judge
was greatly interested. Let us remain until the fete," he exclaimed,
forgetful of all other plans.
Rather, let us try to meet here again in the autumn," suggested
Excellent, excellent," said the countess. It is fully three months
until ze time of ze fete. One could not exist at Glion so long. It
would be a century of ennui."
And even if it were the most interesting place in the world,"
added Margaret, "we would all be very tired of one another."
You would all weary of me," replied the countess; but Lajos is
an angel. If it were not so he could not have borne wiz me all zese
years." It was plainly to be seen that the young man was her idol,
and that she desired to have him admired by all, and especially by
Margaret, to whom she seemed to have taken a strong liking. Mar-
garet was gratified by her attentions; for she recognized the com-
pliment which they implied, coming as they did from a lady of
rank, and Margaret was not insensible to social distinction; but she


did not reciprocate the affection offered her, for, in spite of her
freakish kindness to Margaret and her doting fondness for her nephew,
the countess was not an amiable woman. She did not scruple to fly
into a rage over very little matters with her domestics, and to berate
them in what seemed to Margaret a very unladylike manner. On
unpacking the lunch hamper for their picnic on the border of the
lake, it was discovered that one of the Bohemian glass decanters was
broken, and the angry countess did not hesitate to give the unoffend-
ing maid who informed her of the fact a smart slap on the face.
Lajos presently gave the girl a fee; but the revengeful look did not
die out with the gift, and though the countess chatted merrily as
though nothing unusual had happened, a restraint seemed to have
fallen upon the spirits of the party.
When the wine was passed, and the girls declined it, the countess
seemed to think that they did so because they feared that, one bottle
having been broken, there would not be a sufficient quantity for all.
It was with great difficulty that Margaret explained to her that
American girls did not drink wine.
"So!" she exclaimed. "But you, Miss Newton, you have in
Europe been long, enough to learn our customs." When Alice, also,
resolutely begged to be excused, the countess exclaimed spitefully,
"You are one leetle frog! "
They drove back to the hotel by a different route, with the sunset
flushing the lake. Lajos, who rode with the young ladies, trolled
German student songs in a rich baritone voice, and the young ladies
responded with Vassar glees. If one might ride and sing forever,"
said the young man in an impersonal manner, but directing his gaze
at Alice. But, alas, my aunt leaves Glion soon, for Austria, and I
must accompany her." The words did not compromise him, but the
tone said, I am bound hand and foot to that woman; and no one
knows what slavery it is."
The next day was the Sabbath, and the Americans attended service
at the little church of Montreux.


"' I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,'" Cecilia said softly, as
they came out of the church door, and saw the beautiful Dent du
Midi gleaming white in the distance. Lajos was on the terrace, wait-
ing to walk home with them, and apparently not minding the climb
at all.
What a wonderful country this beautiful Pays de Vaud is Alice
remarked softly. I do not wonder that Agassiz grew near to Nature's
heart here. Do you remember Longfellow's poem to him on his
fiftieth birthday? I forgot to ask Mr. Walker if he was familiar with
it; 'but of course he is."
Can you repeat it ?" Margaret asked; and as they climbed the
hill together, Margaret repeated, -

"It was fifty years ago,
In the pleasant month of May,
In the beautiful Pays du Vaud,
A child in its cradle lay.

"And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her keee,
Saying, Here is a story book
Thy Father has written for thee.

"'Come, wander with me,' she said,
'Into regions yet untrod,
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God.'

"And he wandered away and away,
With Nature, the dear old nurse,
Who sang to him every day
The rhymes of the universe.

"And whenever the way seemed long,
Or his heart began to fail,
She would sing a more wonderful song,
Or tell a more marvellous tale.


"And at times he hears in his dreams
The Ranz des Vaches of old,
And the rush of mountain streams
From glaciers clear and cold.
"And the mother at home says, 'Hark,
For his voice I listen and yearn;
It is growing late and dark,
And my boy does not return.' "

It is indeed beautiful," said Lajos. And you say that this was
written to a Swiss scientist by your great poet Longfellow? But who
is the Mr. Walker of whom you just spoke ? "
He is a young engineer whom we met in Geneva," Alice replied.
"He has come to Switzerland to study the passes; but he is also
much interested in Agassiz."
Napoleon was the great engineer of Switzerland," Lajos as-
serted. "He should study the campaigns of Napoleon. I have
myself studied engineering. That was a heavy bit of it we did in
crossing the Balkans. I consider Prince Tserteleff one of our greatest
military engineers. I helped him make the Hainkoi Pass practicable.
Alas! there is no more military engineering for me." And he leaned
heavily on his cane.
I would like, however, to meet this friend of yours, and talk over
engineering with him. I used to think of following up Napoleon's
military works in the Alps, and making a thorough study of them;
but I fear I shall never do even that."
Mr. Walker may come to Glion," Alice replied; and if so, I have
no doubt that he will consider it a privilege to meet you. It is very
kind of you to propose it. I am sure he deserves your interest."
Both Lajos and Margaret regarded Alice keenly, and each won-
dered how far she might be interested in the career of this young
engineer; but Alice, utterly unconscious of their thought, and with
nothing but simple friendship in her heart for Mr. Walker, continued


the conversation. "Could you not go over most of the pi.;-,- in a
carriage?" she asked.
"The Simplon, certainly," he replied; "and d.ii l:tl,--. the others.
But one could not study them to the best a,.- alt:,:e in that way; and
I wanted to write an exhaustive work on the subject."
Perhaps Mr. Walker could aid you in your observations, and
enable you to carry out your plan. He may be able to be really
useful to you; and if so, I shall be
very glad."
"At all events, let me know when
he appears," said Lajos.
That evening Konrad appeared with
another invitation from Madame. This
time it was for a social game of cards.
The girls looked at each other in
"Tell her," said Margaret, impul-
sively, "that we don't play cards Sun-
day night."
"Wait a moment, dear," said Alice.
"As mamma is our chaperone, would it
not be better for her to send a note of THE COUNTESS ENTHRONED.
explanation ? "
This was accordingly done, the countess immediately deferring the
party until the next evening.
She was enthroned in a high-backed chair as they entered, indus-
triously rI'ad .'in from a French novel; but she dropped the book, and
greeted them vivaciously.
"We will play I Las l:nr-t," she said; "for so we shall not limit
ourself at four." ..1,i, she led the way to a table on which she had
already ,lbibdtdi l the cards. Margaret was thunderstruck to see a
roll of silver pieces at each place.


We are not to play for money! she exclaimed. I thought that
was against the law."
It is against the law to keep a public gambling house," Lajos
explained; but the police do not trouble themselves with an innocent
little amusement like this. We never play for high stakes, and it adds
a zest to the game."
But we never play for money in America," "Alice replied, laying
down her cards.
"Avaricious one!" exclaimed the countess; "do you not see zat I
have provide ze silver? You lose nossing. On contrary, you shall
keep your gains."
It is not that," Alice explained bravely. It is the principle of
the thing. We think it wrong."
The countess flushed angrily. Bigote! she exclaimed, turning
abruptly from the table, and flouncing out of the room. Alice's eyes
shone suspiciously, and Lajos gave her a quick glance of sympathy,
but refrained from speaking to her, for he saw that a word now would
unloose the tears. He rose at once, and, begging that they might be
favored with some music, escorted Cecilia to the piano; and Cecilia
played a merrier selection than was her wont, a Hungarian dance of
Rubenstein's. The countess heard it, in the depths of her boudoir.
It was one of her favorites, and she could not resist its contagion.
She flew in, all animation, exclaiming, We dance, we dance," and,
catching Margaret about the waist, spun her around the room until
she was breathless.
When the dance ceased, Margaret noticed that Lajos had led Alice
out upon the balcony, and was talking with her in the moonlight.
"You are right," he said. I have seen the evils of gaming in the
army. You have taught me a lesson. I will never play for money
Konrad came in with refreshments, -little cakes, and glasses of
" limonad." The countess had evidently regarded the prejudices of


her guests, though she herself declined the beverage, declaring it made
her shiver to think of it.
So a week passed, rendering them all better and better acquainted
with each other's good qualities and faults; for the latter come out
with even more startling distinctness during travel, than at home.
Annette was the only one of the party who had not yet seen the
Countess Krajova; but the name and title was unfamiliar to her, and
she had as yet no suspicion that the baroness whom she had known
years ago might in the interval have married a count, and be known
by. her husband's name and title.
The culmination of their intercourse occurred a few days after
this. Alice and Margaret were sitting alone one afternoon, when
Konrad came running to their room, exclaiming, The countess!
The countess! She has poisoned herself!"
"What? On purpose ? Alice asked.
No. She have one dreadful headache, and she take some medi-
cine. And now I tink she die."
"Where is Lajos ? asked Alice.
"I know not. He have depart."
"Then, run for a physician, and we will go to her meantime."
Alice had had experience in the hospital; but Margaret was younger,
and knew nothing of medicine. She followed Alice, feeling all the
time, as if she were in a dream. The countess lay upon a couch, her
face distorted, her form bent, and her fingers contracted, as though
suddenly frozen stiff in the midst of a convulsion.
Alice stepped quickly to the dressing-table. The vial labelled
Nux Vomica from which she had taken the medicine stood uncorked,
a teaspoon beside it.
It is what you call homceopathic medicine," said the trembling
maid. That never hurt anybody."
Alice read the printed direction. Mix four drops of the tincture
in a third of a glass of water, and take one teaspoonful at each dose."


But the countess had taken one teaspoonful of the tincture, wash-
ing it down with a third of a glass of water.
"That make all the same, is it not ?" asked the maid.
Hardly," replied Alice. It is deadly poison. She has taken
enough to kill her. The antidote is tannic acid; and the pharmacist's
is so far away that we can never get it here in time. We can only
give an emetic. Quick! Get me some mustard and hot water."
The maid brought the mixture. "We can never make her take
it," said Margaret. Her teeth are
ground tightly together. I believe she
.has lockjaw."
I-" The entomologist up-stairs must
ii .-*--:/ ,'', r' have chloroform," replied Alice. "Run
and ask him for some. A sniff of it
will make the muscles relax, and then
S .. she can open her mouth and take the
SMargaret sped up to the old ento-
mologist's room, but he was away
S among the hills chasing Alpine but-
'" ,terflies. His door was locked, but she
S'/.'/ / V-N bethought her suddenly of Annette's
THE ENTOMOLOGIST RECEIVES THE skeleton key. Down-stairs again, to
APOLOGY, explain the matter to Annette, who
opened the door with a triumphant
manner which said plainly, "Now, you see, yourself, the good of
having a brother who is a locksmith, and can commit burglary with-
out a scruple, when it serves your purpose."
Margaret, having first carried down a bottle of glue, which would
not have had a relaxing tendency, at last found the chloroform in
the old gentleman's dressing-case. What a time they had afterwards,
explaining the burglary to the deaf old entomologist, and how pleased


he was that his chloroform had the desired effect And now," said
Alice, if I only had the tannic acid!"
Margaret's wits slowly came to her. "Alice, they use tannic acid
in ink, do they not ? "
Yes; but combined with iron. Ink would not serve the purpose."
"I know it. But grandpa was complaining of the .ink we have
here, and bought some chemicals the other day, to make some for his
precious lecture; and I am sure that he has not used them yet."
And Margaret flew to her grandfather's room, returning with the
tannic acid, and bringing Annette to assist. Annette, however, was
of little service. Hand me the smelling-salts," Alice had said.
" Look on the dressing-table. You surely will find a vinaigrette."
Annette fumbled among the articles displayed on the dainty toilet-
table, her gaze fixed on a well-known crest on the silver vinaigrette, -
a mailed hand waving a firebrand.
Quick, Annette; the vinaigrette! She is fainting," exclaimed
Margaret. "You cannot find it? Why, girl! it is in your hand,"
Annette turned, and gave the countess one long, terrified stare. The
features were unfamiliar, but years might have changed them. She
dared not await her return to consciousness; and when Margaret,
whose hand had been extended for the smelling-salts, looked up impa-
tiently, Annette was gone. The girls continued their efforts until the
arrival of the physician, who listened to what they had done, gave
some remedies, and congratulated them warmly. You have saved
the lady's life," he said. But for your prompt action, I should have
arrived too late." Lajos, who entered at this moment, clasped Alice's
hand. This is like you," he said simply.
It was several days before the countess fully recovered; but, when
told of what had happened, she perversely insisted on giving all the
credit to Margaret. It was in vain that Margaret herself disclaimed
the merit, explaining that she only followed Alice's directions, and
that without her she would not have known what to do. The countess


persisted in attributing Margaret's statement of the fact to her own
When Lajos rather indignantly urged that Alice's participation in
the rescue should not be ignored, the countess grudgingly accorded
her an expression of her gratitude. It was evident that she had
contracted an unreasoning prejudice toward Alice and an equally
unfounded fondness for Margaret. She could not bear, now, to allow
a single day to pass without seeing her. She made her handsome
presents, -an exquisitely embroidered Swiss muslin dress, and a pretty
necklace of edelweiss blossom in frosted silver. Her manner softened
appreciably. She had been very near death, and had felt the spray of
that unknown sea upon her face. Her eyes assumed a wistful expres-
sion. They followed Margaret beseechingly. Her fondness wearied
Margaret, who was not then as unselfish as she afterward became.
It was not altogether pleasant to read continually to an invalid instead
of roaming freely with the others. And when the countess was able
to join them in their excursions it was just a little wearying to have
her claw-like hand forever resting upon her arm, to adapt her steps
to the cramped hobble of her companion, and to respond to her ques-
tions, while the Judge, tripping on in advance, laughed heartily at Ce-
cilia's witticisms, which Margaret could not hear, and Alice and Lajos
loitered in the rear, evidently well content with each other's company.
Annette, too, increased Margaret's impatience to proceed to Zer-
matt by letting fall fascinating hints and suggestions in regard to
her great-aunt. She threw every possible obstacle in the way of
Margaret's meeting with the countess, or accepting her invitations, -
hiding her gloves, disclosing stains and rents at the last moment, when
quite too late to remedy defects. She was in a fever of anxiety to be
off, and of apprehension of detection, and she longed for some event
which would break up this, to her, very undesirable intimacy. None
of her plots to hasten the departure succeeded; but the event came
from an entirely unexpected quarter.


One evening, as the carriage of the countess halted at the door of
the hotel, after an excursion to the Castle of Chillon, the clerk met the
Judge with the well-pleased air of a man who has done his duty and
deserves appreciation. "An American has inquired for you," he
announced; "and I told him that you left special directions that no
Americans would be received. He said he had made your acquaint-
ance at Geneva, and you expected to meet him again. I told him
that was probably the reason you were so particular in your orders to
me. He flushed as red as a beet, and said, 'Oh! very well,' and went
Do you remember his name ?" Margaret asked.
It was Walker," replied the clerk. I remember that very well;
for I thought it very appropriate, he walked so well and so fast. He
went straight down the Mountain to Montreux, where he has doubt-
less lodged at the inn, and we have lost a guest; but I don't mind
that, since I have done a service to Monsieur and the young ladies."
"You took me a little too seriously, my friend," said the Judge.
" I had no idea that Mr. Walker was coming in this direction, and I
would like very much to see him."
The three girls joined in a chorus of, What a pity! and, I trust
he is not greatly offended," as they mounted the stairs.
Margaret decided that an apology was due him; and the Judge
wrote a kind letter, which, however, could not be sent until the morn-
ing. Livingston Walker had stepped aside, when half-way down the
mountain, to allow the carriages to roll by, and, though unrecognized
himself, had heard Margaret's gay laugh ring out, and had noticed
that a distinguished-looking foreigner sat beside her.
Stung by the rebuff which he had just received, he decided rashly
that it must have been meant for him personally by Margaret.
"She is a heartless schemer," he said to himself; "her giddy head
turned by the attentions of a noble of the fifth rank. It serves me
right for stopping over, on my way, to accept her grandfather's invi-
tation. I shall know better in future."




The clouds are on the Oberland,
The Jungfrau snows look faint and far;
But bright are these green fields at hand,
And through those fields comes down the Aar;
And from the blue twin lakes it comes,
Flows by the town, the churchyard fair,
And neathh the garden-walk it hums,
The house, -and is my Marguerite there ?

JUDGE HOUGHTON, who was sorry for the affront which his
friend had received, decided to take an early morning walk the
next day, and make suitable explanations. He was, therefore,
not a little disappointed to find that Livingston Walker had just left
for Thun, doubtless on his way to the Jungfrau, the glacier of the
Aar. A great desire to ascend the mountain in his company came
over Judge Houghton. With his recent walks had come the convic-
tion that mountaineering was not the easy matter which he had imag-
ined, and he could not help thinking that the company of such a
vigorous young climber would be of immense assistance to him. If
only he could induce Margaret to deflect from her route long enough
to make this ascension, they might easily overtake Mr. Walker. He
returned to the hotel to find the girls discussing their plans at the
Cecilia and Alice had decided that, much as they were enjoying
their delightful stay at Glion, they could not remain longer. Mrs.
Newton would accompany them on their Eastern journey as far as


Lucerne, and they were endeavoring to persuade Margaret to make
the same decision.
Margaret, who was weary of the countess and of Glion, was quite
ready to leave, but felt that she must turn her face toward Zermatt.
"What do you say, grandpa?" she asked, appealing to Judge Houghton.
I fancy the aunt will keep a few weeks longer," replied the old
man eagerly. I would like nothing better than to visit Lucerne. It
is the William Tell region, and I want that for my lecture. Besides,
the Jungfrau is exactly on the way. We can obtain a fine view of it
from Interlaken."
The old gentleman wisely said nothing of his hope of meeting Mr.
Walker, rightly thinking that for Margaret this would be no argument
in favor of the plan.
Margaret consented to the wishes of the others, only stipulating
that in a week's time she should proceed to Zermatt.
"Then let us go at 'once!" exclaimed Judge Houghton. Off,
girls, and pack your trunks, while I look up the route."
How disappointed the countess will be! Alice remarked. See
what lovely flowers she has sent us," and Alice pointed to a superb
bouquet of Alpine roses or rhododendrons, which, however, bore the
card of Lajos.
"Ah, yes! the poor countess," Margaret remarked carelessly, "and
poor Lajos as well; but they cannot expect us to remain with them
the rest of our natural lives."
"It seems to me that is exactly what they do expect," said Mrs.
Newton; "and I feel that it is quite time that we separated."
Great was the dismay of the countess when our travellers bade her
farewell. Lucerne!" she exclaimed. For why do you remove
yourself to Lucerne? Is it not beautiful enough here?"
It is beautiful, dear countess; but we must all go on, Alice to her
mission, Cecilia to Baireuth, and I to my relatives."
Fiddlestick! replied the amiable lady, "zat is all as nonsense.


You must visit me at my own home; you must go back wiz me to
It was with great difficulty that Alice persuaded her that this was
impossible for the present, and it was only by promising that she
would try to visit her before returning to America that the countess
was induced to relinquish her hold upon her. Lajos had gone for a
long tramp up the Rhone valley, and did not share in the leave-taking.
The preparations for departure were hastily made. It had been
decided to drive over the Col de Jaman to Thun, and then to take the
steamer across the lake to Interlaken. The carriage was at the door
in an hour's time; and all took their places in high good humor, with
the exception of, Alice, who was a little pensive. Annette mounted
to her seat beside the driver in a tremor of delight. She did not like
the postponement of their visit to Zermatt, but anything was better
than remaining longer under the same roof with this mysterious
woman who might prove to be even the great-aunt herself.
In her trepidation she had written to her Uncle Jakob Lochwalder,
asking him to inquire at The Riffel Hotel, and secure for her any in-
formation which could be obtained in reference to the Baroness Du Fais.
She would have felt even less assured if she had known that the
countess had invited Margaret to visit her; and that she was even
now determining that Lucerne would be a pleasant locality to visit on
their return to Austria, a decision in which her nephew was certain
to concur.
Judge Houghton's plot in the meantime was crowned with success,
and the girls were greatly surprised as they took the steamer at Thun
on the following day to meet Mr. Livingston Walker. Their surprise
was mutual, and the Judge's delight unbounded. The discourtesy of
the hotel clerk was explained; and all placed their camp-stools on
deck, and enjoyed the lovely scenery of the lake in company. The
day was perfect, good humor reigned. The young man's spirits rose,
and his grievance vanished. He pointed and named out the castles


on the shore as they passed them, Chartreuse, Hunech, and that of
Count de Portales. At Spiez the great mountains of the Oberland
came into view; the Eiger, or giant, M6nch, or monk, and the Jung-
frau, the virgin, grouped themselves in front, and the Faulhorn and
Schreckhorn on the left. They had seen no such peaks as these
hitherto, and exclamations of admiration were uttered on every side.
Judge Houghton edged his camp-stool close to Mr. Walker's, and con-
fided, I dragged them all away from Glion, much against their will,
simply because I was determined to ascend the Jungfrau with you."
What, you' wish the ladies to ascend the Jungfrau ? "
No, no; of course not. They are not equal to it; but it is one of
the things which I came to Switzerland to do," and he pointed to the
name on his alpenstock. I must not give up the battle without a
blow. The ladies will wait for us at Interlaken."
Mr. Walker was embarrassed. It was hard to tell this enthusiastic
old gentleman that the climb was too difficult for him, but it was
plainly his duty to dissuade him from the undertaking. He tried his
best to do so, but Judge Houghton was not to be dissuaded. I am
quite as well able to do it as you," he asserted with some warmth.
" And if you do not care to have me as a companion, I will go alone."
It needed all of Margaret's tact to soothe his ruffled temper.
"Very well, we will see; we will see," said Mr. Walker. The
weather may be unusually favorable; and if the best guides are disen-
gaged, it may not be impossible."
We can never get him to the top the young man thought with
a sinking heart; "but I will not desert him."
Margaret gave him a look of gratitude, which showed that she
comprehended the situation. It was a delightful thing to share a
responsibility of hers, to know that he was aiding her in any way;
and in such a cause he felt himself ready to carry Judge Houghton
on his back to the summit of the Jungfrau. Their short sail was
quickly over. The steamer stopped at Darlingen, and the passengers


were conveyed from the lake of Thun by rail to Interlaken or the
twin lake of Brienz.
They found Interlaken a gay watering-place, with twenty-five or
more hotels, crowded with guests. Mr. Walker selected for them the
Jungfraublick, on the H6heweg or main avenue, a pleasant street,
shaded with walnut trees. The windows of their rooms commanded
a fine view of the Jungfrau. They were com-
fortably lodged, but the troops of tourists who
ly were continually coming and going had robbed
Interlaken of its secluded rural air and the
peasants of their unconscious simplicity.
"Beautiful as it is, I would not care to
remain here long," Cecilia said; and the rest
echoed the sentiment.
Margaret had fancied that she enjoyed rank,
fashion, and wealth; but its continued display
at Interlaken surfeited her. The orchestra,
discoursing Strauss and Offenbach in the
Kursaal, Swiss peasants metamorphosed into
waiters in full-dress suits, flirting white nap-
kins, and serving interminable glasses of Rhine
wine, imposing equipages, with high-stepping
horses, jingling chains, and gilded harnesses,
a Golconda of diamonds at the breakfast-table,
TIVE OF INTERLAKEN. electric lights and telephones, and the crowd
of invalids and pleasure-seekers, all wearied
her inexpressibly; and she longed to flee away to some boundless,
uninhabited wilderness.
If she had thought more deeply, she would have recognized the
fact that she was more dissatisfied with herself than with her
Judge Houghton on the morning after their arrival arrayed himself

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"Ah! and there you are, sleepy head!" exclaimed the Judge.
"Come, let us be off, or we will not be back in time for dinner."
"I should think not," replied Mr. Walker. Why, my dear sir,
there are fifty miles of good climbing between us and the summit of
the Jungfrau, for all it looks so near."
The Judge was much disappointed, and could hardly believe the
statement; but he descended to
the office and there made the
acquaintance of a young tour-
ist, who had similar aspirations
in regard to the Jungfrau.
Speedily an agreement was
made between them to ascend
the mountain in company; and
the younger enthusiast secured
the services of two of the best-
known guides who happened
A to be looking for employment,
agreeing to drive to Grindel-
I wald, and to make the ascen-
S/ sion from that point, on Mon-
THE JUDGE SALUTES THE JUNGFRAU. .day of the following week.
When the Judge announced
this plan at breakfast, Margaret and Mr. Walker regarded each other
across the table in dismay. But you promised to climb the moun-
tain with Mr. Walker, grandpa! Margaret exclaimed.
"Mr. Walker is welcome to come with me," the Judge replied.
But you forget that he promised to take us to-day to the valley of
Lauterbrunnen and the Fall of the Staubach, and you wanted to see
that, too."
So I did, so I did. I wanted to photograph it for my lecture. Is
there not time for both?"


Hardly, before Monday; but you can send word to the guides,
postponing the excursion," suggested Mr. Walker.
"Hum, hum!" muttered the Judge, only half satisfied. "The
guides are positively engaged' for the first of next week by this Mr.
Barney Jones, who cultivates athletics, and has taken the prize in
several walking matches. He intends to ascend the Jungfrau, and I
think it would be a good plan for us to make one party."
I doubt the expediency of the plan," Mr. Walker replied. There
is a great difference between walking in a gymnasium on a level track
and climbing mountains, and every weak link added reduces the
strength of our chain."
That may be," replied the Judge; "but this young man has been
in training for a year, with Alpine mountaineering in view. He's
something of a dandy, it's true; but he is acquainted with the members
of the English Alpine Club, and he is provided with all the latest
accoutrements. You ought to hear him talk. He knows why
Whymper failed so many times on the Matterhorn, and what to
do in case of avalanches. I think it would be a great help to
have him with us; besides, it would make the trip cost less for us
At this point a servant announced that the carriage ordered to take
them to Staubach had arrived, and the conversation was interrupted.
The Judge hastily pencilled a note to Mr. Jones, saying that he
would not fail -to be at Grindelwald on Monday.
We have escaped one danger," Mr. Walker said to Margaret, as
they found themselves together for an instant on leaving the table.
I fear it is only postponing the evil day," she replied. Grandpa
is determined on making this ascent."
He is no more equal to it than to travelling on foot and alone
across Central Africa!" Mr. Walker exclaimed.
"I know it, and he is just as likely to take it into his head to
attempt the African expedition. What can I do? I feel so utterly


helpless. I had no idea of the responsibility I was assuming when I
promised grandma that I would take care of him."
Don't worry; trust it all to me. He shall not ascend the Jung-
frau; something shall occur to make him miss this opportunity."
It had been decided that Mrs. Newton and Annette should proceed
with the baggage to Grindelwald and wait for the rest of the party,
who would ride from Staubach over the Wenger Alp to that place.
They dined at Staubach and then struck off from the valley, follow-
ing a bridle-path to the top of the Wenger Alp. It was Saturday
afternoon and they had planned to pass the Sabbath at a little inn at
the top in the solitude of the high Alps. It was an experience never
to be forgotten, proving to be one of the most enjoyable excursions of
their trip. This mountain is considered of easy ascent, and from its
top wonderful views are to be obtained of the giants of the Oberland,
by which it is.surrounded, and especially of the Jungfrau, from which
it is separated by a comparatively narrow ravine.
The trip was made on horseback (the carriage which had brought
them being sent back to Interlaken) and a hostler following on foot to
take back the saddle-horses to Stauback. After an hour of rather
steep climbing, they paused at the village of WengeAl and looked
down upon the valley, which seemed from that height a narrow cleft.
A rustic came from one of the houses and played upon an immense
Alpine horn for their enjoyment. The blast which he blew was so
mighty that the girls covered their ears and begged him to desist.
The musician seemed accustomed to having his performance received
in this way, and accepted the Judge's gratuity with smiling satisfac-
tion. Their path wound now through a pine forest. The Judge,
knowing that a fine view would be afforded just beyond, hurried for-
ward, calling to the others to hasten. Cecilia and Alice urged their
horses, and as Margaret and Mr. Walker had alighted and were
varying: the trip by walking, they were left behind with the hostler
who led :their horses. Mr. Walker had been talking enthusiastically


of Agassiz, and Margaret listened with interest to the young man's
description of his master's life in the Hotel Neuchatelois as he
christened the cabin on the Aar glacier in which he and his friends
lived while making their observations.
Just what was it that Agassiz discovered in relation to glaciers?"
Margaret asked. I know that his monument in Mount Auburn is a
boulder from the glacier of the Aar; but I am ashamed to say that I
do not know exactly what Agassiz's discovery was. It was known
before this that glaciers moved, was it not? You must not infer
everything discreditable to my college from my ignorance," she added
quickly, noticing the young man's momentary expression of surprise.
" Remember I am only a sophomore. We take up lithological and
physiographic geology next year."
The wildest theories in regard to glaciers were held before Agas-
siz," Mr. Walker replied. One scientist read a paper before the
British Academy to prove that they were remnants of the deluge. It
had been proved by actual observation that they moved, but the world
at large had not accepted the proof. Agassiz discovered their rate of
movement and many other phenomena, and drew from them very
broad and overwhelming conclusions, which entirely revolutionized
the theory held until that time in regard to glaciers. The scientist
Hugi had built a cabin on a glacier of the Aar in 1872, and had care-
fully recorded its position in relation to objects near by; and when
Agassiz visited the spot in 1839, he found the cabin four thousand
feet lower down. For ten years he labored among the principal
glaciers of the Alps, ascertaining their rate of motion by determining
by triangulation the exact position of the more prominent rocks, and
returning year after year to mark the change. He made careful
meteorological observations upon the internal temperature of the
glaciers by boring to a great depth through the ice and nserting
registering- thermometers. He caused himself to be lowered into
crevasses, and ascended many peaks regarded as inaccessible, and his


companions under his direction studied the flora and fauna of the
region, and the mysterious red snow-"
"Pray, what is that?" Margaret asked.
It was discovered under the microscope to consist of myriads
of infusoria, a low order of plant life. It is not infrequently met with
in this region."
Shortly after this they emerged from the wood and arrived at the
hotel where a magnificent view opened
before them of the Jungfrau, just across
the ravine of the Trumleten. It seemed
only at the distance of a rifle shot and
all its inmost recesses were opened up
to them, but from this point it was ut-
S terly inaccessible. The Judge stood
among a party gazing spell-bound at
its steep incline wrapped in a long, un-
S. broken, winding sheet of snow. As he
looked a long rift or crack was dis-
''l tinctly seen across one of them, suc-
Sceeded a moment later by a loud re-
S" Ill, port, and an immense cake or snow-field
"POSITIVELY FWITEFUL." slipped away from the side of the moun-
tain, coasted down the precipice, bursting
into a flurry of fine white powder and disappearing in the precipice
at their feet.
"An avalanche!" every one exclaimed in a breath, and a young
exquisite in patent leathers and a silk hat turned and murmured -
" It is fwiteful! It is positively fwiteful. Think of being cwushed
flatter than an opewa hat by one of those beastly avalanches! How
fwitefully disagweeable."
It was Mr. Barney Jones who had come over armed with all the
approved methods of the Alpine Club, and who then and there


relinquished his ambition of climbing "that blasted Jungfwaw.
Because it isn't blasted, you know," he explained. No joke, 'pon
honor, if they would only blawst away the snow, and constwuct a
gwaded pawth, then there would be some season in the undertaking."
Other avalanches followed. They were not so frightful to look at,
as to hear; for it was necessary to remind oneself that what seemed
only a flurry of white powder near at hand was miles away, and covered
a vast extent, while the detonations were tremendous and, conveyed
through the marvellously pure air with perfect distinctness, seemed
like the reverberations of thunder. An American is said to have
once remarked of the same scene, I tell you, when I heard the first
avalanche fall, I thought the whole creation was tumbling to pieces.
And yet 'twas no more to look at than a barrel of flour tipped over!"
The cone of the Jungfrau is so pointed that only one person can
stand on it at once and the last part of the ascension is usually effected
with ladders.
The Judge, seeing that his hero had given up the ascent, also
reluctantly acknowledged it impossible. After supper they all watched
the sunset flushing the peaks, and dying away into cool gray, then the
mists rose from the valleys and shrouded the mountains, and a cold
wind from the Jungfrau seemed to freeze the marrow in their bones.
The moon was coming up and touching the crests and turning them
to mighty silver candlesticks, but the cold grew more and more intense
and they were glad to take refuge by the blazing fire of the inn. The
landlord's daughter played on the zithern, but the room was filled with
tourists, and when thoroughly warmed the girls retired to their simple
bedroom. They lay awake for some time listening to the notes of the
zithern rising from the room below and softened by distance, and
watching the white moonlight streaming in from the large window
until moonlight and music melted into their dreams.
The next morning nearly all of the tourists went on their journey.
The landlord told them of some open-air preaching within walking


distance, and the rest set out for the convocation. The preacher was
very simple and unimpassioned in his address, but the peasants listened
devoutly with bared heads, and the singing, with the great mountains
all about them, was very impressive.
This is the grandest cathedral I ever saw," said Cecilia.
I was reading to grandpa only the other night what Ruskin says
of the mountains," Margaret said, as they walked back to the little
hotel. I copied a part in my journal," and Margaret read:-
"' They seem to have been built for the human race as at once their
schools and cathedrals ; full of treasures of illuminated manuscript for
the scholar, kindly in simple .lessons to the worker, quiet in pale
cloisters for the thinker, glorious in holiness for the worshipper.
Great cathedrals of the earth, with their gates of rock, pavements of
cloud, choirs of stream and stone, altars of snow, and vaults of purple
traversed by the continual stars.' "
They spent the afternoon in a secluded nook, reading quietly part
of the time, or talking in subdued tones, but listening more frequently
and watching for the avalanches which, loosened by the mid-day sun,
plunged at intervals into the gorge. They had lost the sense of fright
which the first impression of the mountain and the precipice had made
upon' them, but the feeling of awe deepened. All the life of Interlaken
and its like seemed petty and contemptible; great thoughts and
aspirations filled Margaret's soul; it seemed to her that she had never:
been so near God before.
The next morning they descended to Grindelwald, walking all the
way, and accomplishing it before dinner. No one was wearied but
Judge Houghton, who was kindly assisted by Mr. Walker. The
grand peak of the Wetterhorn rose in front of them, and the Faulhorn
loomed on their left toward the north, while on the right was the
lower glacier of Grindelwald. It was their first view of a real glacier.
--a great frozen river composed by the alternate melting and freezing
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pressing-downward and onward the deposit of the last. The Fin-
steraarhorn is the centre of the glacial system of the Oberland, from
its sides and between it and the surrounding mountains sweep the
great glacier of the Aar and its smaller branches. The Finsteraarhorn
has rightly been called the monarch of mountains." It overtops all
its surrounding brothers, rising to the height of fourteen thousand one
hundred and six feet. One author says of it, It rises up like a huge
tower from the Hetsch glacier, Viescher glaciers, Grindelwald and
Finsteraar glaciers, and looking as if in rising it had dragged part of
them up with it; for there are pillars and buttresses of ice. reaching
to its topmost summit, and connecting it with its neighbors on the
east and west, the fair Jungfrau, the round-headed Monk, the sharp-
pointed Eiger and gloomy Shreckhorn, the Wetterhorns (and others),
which stand on either side of the monarch and form his court."
As they passed the Grindelwald glacier Mr. Walker gave them
much interesting information in regard to it and other glaciers. He
explained the origin of the curious mushroom-shaped tables and the
small wells; the former caused by the larger stones shading the ice
beneath them and keeping it from melting, so that while the surface
around was lowered by the action of the sun the rock was hoisted
in air by an ever-growing pedestal. The small stones, on the contrary,
are heated through by the sun and cause the ice to melt more rapidly,
forming the narrow wells.
The Judge remarked on the size of the stones in the moraine at the
foot of the glacier. He had not supposed that the debris would be so
considerable or so difficult to cross.
Then you have not heard the definition of a moraine given by a
member of the Alpine Club ?" Mr. Walker asked; "the young man
described it as one hundred thousand cartloads of stones carefully
piled up by Nature on scientific principles with a view to the dislo-
cation of the human ankle."
Grindelwald was wilder and more simple than Interlaken. There


were fewer tourists and the peasants more unsophisticated, though the
girls were still importuned to purchase wood-carvings and lace, and
small boys followed them with specimens from the glacier, crystals
and pebbles, and bouquets of Alpine flowers. At this point they
rejoined Mrs. Newton and Annette, who had not cared to take the
mountain excursion, and here in front of the hotel they found Mr.
Barney Jones in hot altercation with one of the guides who had
been engaged to ascend the Jung-
frau. The young athlete was as
Eager now to give up the excursion
as he had been to undertake it;
but the guides held him to his
bargain, and the hotel-keeper took
sides with them. The Judge of-
fered to pay the sum which he
had previously agreed upon to
y settle the matter; and Mr. Walker
stepped in as mediator.
a It isn't the money," said the
recusant Alpinist, "but the howid
creatures seem to regard me as
their lawful pwey and are deter-
mined to lug me along body and
bones. I'll pay. the fellahs what-
MR. BARNEY JONES IN DIFFICULTIES. ever I've pwomiged if they'll only
let me off from making the twip."
This being explained to the guides, everything was amicably
arranged, and from Grindelwald our friends proceeded on the next
day to Meiringen. Here Mr. Walker took leave of them, turning off
toward the right on his way to the hospice of the Grimsel and thence
to the glacier of the Aar. Annette suggested that this was the most
direct route to Zermatt, and all regretted the ending of their pleasant


intercourse, and none more than Mr. Walker himself. Judge Houghton
would gladly have accompanied him, but the young man assured
Margaret that the mountaineering which he must now undertake was
much too difficult for the Judge. "The Rigi is quite enough for
him," he said to her; and I think that when he has once made that
ascent he will be satisfied. I would like very much to take him with
me across some of the passes. After I have finished my Agassiz
pilgrimage, I would like to make such a trip as your friend thought of,
and follow up Napoleon as an engineer. I will be through with my
glacier work in about a month from the present time. Have I your
permission to join you then ? "
Grandpa will be delighted to go with you, I am sure," Margaret
replied. We shall be at Zermatt in all probability."
That is a dangerous point for any one afflicted with the mania
scandens. If your grandfather manifests any wild desire to scale the
Matterhorn, write me at the Grimsel, and I will fly to him at once."
Margaret laughed, but underneath the apparent lightness on either
side, she was certain that here was a friend who could be depended
upon in any real need; and he knew that he was ready to do all that
he had said, and more than he dared to offer, for her sake.



Yonder lies
The lake of the Four Forest Towns, apparelled
In light, and lingering like a village maiden.
Shaking his cloudy tresses loose in air,
Rises Pilatus with 'his windy pines.

W HEN the party took the diligence at Meiringen, which was
to carry them over the Brunig towards Lucerne, even the
weather seemed to sympathize with the low state of feeling
caused by the parting. All the skies in the Oberland had been fair;
all their days bright and pleasant; but now a heavy fog wrapped the
mountains. As they alighted and looked back, just before reaching the
post-house on the summit of the Col de Brunig, hoping to obtain the
traditional farewell view of all the mountains whose names end in horn,
a dense gray curtain was stretched between them and the Delectable
Mountains," and Margaret felt that all the beautiful past was blotted out.
At Alpnach Mr. Walker had told them to look for the chute, down
which logs are slid from the pine forests on the slopes of Mount
Pilatus to the lake, a distance of eight miles. The slide is paved with
over twenty-five thousand trees, stripped of their bark, and laid at an
angle of ten to eighteen degrees. Logs shoot down the eight miles
in less than six minutes.
It was not actually raining when they reached Alpnach, on the
shore of Lake-Lucerne, but Annette pointed to Mount Pilatus tower-
ing above them, and repeated the old German proverb: -


"Hat Pilatus sein hut
Dann wird das Wetter gut,
Triigt er aber einen Degen
So giebts wohl sicker regen.

Which has been translated:-

If Pilatus wears his hood,
Then the weather's always good;
If he draws his dirk again,
We shall surely then have rain.

They looked, and saw that, instead of the round cloud which
usually caps the mountain's head, a ragged, cloudy streamer, shaped
something like a waving
sword, was flying like a -
storm-signal toward Lu-
cerne. A storm of wind, --
the avant-courier of the
tempest gathering in the -
Oberland, was evidently
raging at the top of the
mountain, though unfelt
in the lower air.
"What an excellent
place that would be for
Old Probability's office,"
the Judge remarked.
But not an enviable
station for the signal offi- PILATUS, LAKE OF LUCERNE.
cer," Margaret replied.
"There is an interesting legend connected with the mountain,"
said Cecilia; "have you never heard it?" When the bustle occa-
sioned by their transfer from the diligence to the little steamer which


was to convey them to Lucerne had subsided, she told them the
legend somewhat as follows: -
After the death of the Saviour, Pilate so greatly mismanaged the
government of Judea that he was recalled by Tiberius to Rome, and
an examination made into his affairs. Most mysteriously the emperor
cleared him, and re-instated him in favor. Other charges were made
against him, with like result, when it 'was suggested that Pilate used
magical arts to maintain his influence over the emperor. He was ex-
amined by his enemies, and it was discovered that he wore the Saviour's
robe as an amulet underneath his toga, and when this was stripped
off, the emperor immediately threw him into prison. Here Pilate
committed suicide, and his body was cast into the Tiber. Storms and
tempests visited Rome, and the indignant river cast the corpse upon
the shore. It was then carried into Gaul and thrown into the Rhine;
but the heathen river also refused to cover the criminal, and after
many vicissitudes the body was finally sunk in a little lake on the top
of the mountain which now bears the Roman governor's name. Even
here he refused to rest, until exorcised by a travelling student from
Salamanca, learned in the Black Art, who laid him under a spell,
forcing him to consent to but one holiday during the year, and that
on Good Friday. On this night a terrible figure, dressed in the red
robes of magistracy, is sometimes seen by the peasants, but whoever
beholds him dies within the following year."
"What nonsense," commented the Judge; "does the superstition
still exist? "
Hardly now, but it died a lingering death. It was said that
Pilate's anger was excited whenever the water of his lake was dis-
turbed. At one time all persons were forbidden to visit the lake, and
a guardian was posted on the mountain side to keep them at a
distance. In 1337 six priests were imprisoned for ascending the
mountain. In 1518 four enlightened men obtained permission to
investigate the myth. They ascended the mountain, hurled stones

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into the lake and dared Pilate to do his worst. Oddly enough a
severe storm followed, and the superstition was confirmed."
Almost as Cecilia finished speaking, the storm which had been
gathering about the head of the haunted mountain burst upon them,
first in violent gusts of wind which nearly tore their hats from their
heads, and then in a steady down-pour of rain. By this time, however,
the boat had nearly reached Lucerne, and they were soon housed in
the Hotel National which fronts the quay.
Their baggage had arrived before them, having been sent on from
Interlaken, and the girls were soon engaged in dressing for dinner
a custom which had not been kept up in the Oberland.
Margaret gave a little sigh as she shook out the ruffles of her
embroidered Swiss gown, and heated her hair-crimper in the gas.
" I feel as if I had been lifted out of myself, and had been allowed to
fall to earth once more. I don't believe it will be so easy to be good
here as it was among the mountains. I foresee that now we shall
have Glion over again."
Her foresight seemed to have something prophetic about it; for
as they entered the dining-room, a tall man in heavily frogged and
decorated military dress rose from a table at the extreme end of the
room and came forward to meet them, while a little old woman in
black, who occupied the next seat, flourished her napkin and beck-
oned wildly with a tall -fan.
Alice exclaimed, Lajos !" and Margaret, The Countess! but in
very different tones.
The Countess was evidently overjoyed. She kissed the girls all
around, not even forgetting Alice, but she saluted Margaret on both
cheeks and held her off and gazed at her with rapture. How well
you are looking! And you have on ze dress I gave you. It becomes
to you very well. Where have you been all zis time? It is an
eternity I. have wait for you."
It is only four or five days, countess, and we have had a posi-
tively heavenly time."


The scenery was magnificent," Alice was saying to Lajos, but
really it was a little lonely."
"I am glad of that," replied Lajos. "Aunt and I have been
devoured with loneliness."
But Glion was not a desolate wilderness, and Lucerne does not
seem to be deserted."
," True, the hotel is crowded,
but what objectionable people! "
',. There is one comfort," Mar-
garet remarked as she surveyed
the table d'kote, "Calumet and
S -". Hecla are not here."
"I have found some one very
similar," Lajos replied. An
American who monopolizes the
...--- .. -=. '.. newspapers in the reading-room,
S-' actually sitting on those which
--- // i he is not reading, but making
/'; up for it by obligingly giving
/ quotations from the stock mar-
ket, and shouting at intervals:
STOCK QUOTATIONS. Bell Telephone, firm and
steady!' 'Pullman Car, active!'
'Atchison depressed!' 'Copper falling!' or other ejaculations as
The countess had purchased tickets for them for a concert to take
place that evening. "How did you know that we would arrive
to-night ? Margaret asked.
She has bought them regularly every evening," Lajos explained;
"and you see she has kept these seats for you at this table, assuring
the head waiter every day that you would certainly be here for the
next meal."