Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The three friends
 No chaperon
 How the plan worked
 Lago Maggiore
 Higher altitudes
 Ober Ammergau
 In the Tyrol - The council of trent...
 Meran and its castles
 Adlersruhe and the ortler...
 At innsbruck
 An excursion in the Bavarian and...
 Back Cover

Group Title: Three Vassar girls series
Title: Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol
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Title: Three Vassar girls in the Tyrol
Series Title: Three Vassar girls series
Physical Description: 240, 8 p. : ill., col. maps ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Champney, Elizabeth W ( Elizabeth Williams ), 1850-1922
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Publication Date: c1891
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Sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Castles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mountains -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction -- Tyrol (Austria)   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
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    Half Title
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    The three friends
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    No chaperon
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    How the plan worked
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    Lago Maggiore
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    Higher altitudes
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    Ober Ammergau
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    In the Tyrol - The council of trent - Startling news
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    Meran and its castles
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    Adlersruhe and the ortler spitz
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    At innsbruck
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    An excursion in the Bavarian and Austrian tyrol - Three Bavarian castles - The zillerthal - Home again
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II. No CHAPERON . . . . .. 24
III. How THE PLAN WORKED . . . ... 37
IV. LAGO MAGGIORE ................... .. 65
V. VALERIE . . . . . .. 91
VII. OBER AMMERGAU .......... ... ...... 130
XI. AT INNSBRUCK ................. ..... 209


After Storm on Ortler Spitz .Frontis;
Dorothy ...........
John . .
Elsie . . .
Judge Austin . .
Gilbert Austin . . .
"Yumpy, yumpy, yah!" .
Dorothy at the Concert ..
The' Hollow Way at Kiissnacht .
Caroline Ponsonby . .
On the Veranda . .
The Burgenstock from the footpath be-
tween Vitznau and Gersau .
The Amateur Photographer. .
Gersau, Lake of Lucerne .
Trieb, Lake of Lucerne . .
Gladys . . .
En Route for Italy . .
On the Axenstrasse, Lake of Lucerne
"Wonderful Successions of Twists and
Turns ". . .
The False Aunt Jane .. ...
Gorge of the Ticino, Airolo ..
"Poor John!" . .
The Piotta Gorge on the St. Gotthard
Road . . .
A Turin Cigar . . .
Mortuary Chapel in the St. Gotthard

piece. Count Farniente ... 70
12 Domo D'Ossola .. 71
15 Mrs. Irving . . 73
21 Pallanza, Lago Maggiore .. 75
25 Boats on Lago Maggiore . 79
26 Isola Bella . 82
28 Fishermen on the Lake . 85
29 An Italian Lake . .. 87
31 Scenery in the Tyrol .... 92
33 Interior of the Church of the Franciscans
34 at Innsbruck . .. 95
A Ruined Castle in the Tyrol . 99
39 Ready for America . ... .102
42 The Countess . ..... 103
43 The Ancestral Castle . 105
47 On the Road to Ober Ammergau 109
49 The Ortler Spitz . .. 116
50 Monte Rosa, from the Monte Moro .117
51 Chapel in the Rock .. .... .122
Tyrolese Scenery ... . 12
55 The Count's Letter . ... .128
58 Bound for Ober Ammergau 131
59 Judas Iscariot . .. 133
62 The Proscenium ....... 134
The Entry into Jerusalem .. 135
63 Gethsemane . .. 135
66 Ordering the Passover ... 136
67 Before Herod . .. 137


The Crucifixion . .. .138
Calvary.. . . .144
The Ascension . .145
John .. . I46
Barabbas . . 147
Gilbert Austin makes a Magnanimous
Proposition . .149
Tyrolese Headgear . .. 152
Street-cleaning in Trent . .153
Father Pacifico. . . 154
Among the Mountains of the Tyrol 159
Aunt Jane .......... 167
In the Church at Botzen .168
Off for a Walk . .. .170
A Tyrolese Mountaineer. ... 181
Wanda . . 182
The Summit of the Ortler, from Franzens-
hohe . .. 183
Mine Host . . 186

Father Pacifico Again . 188
Old Baths of Bormio. . 189
Arrival at the Paverhuttte Alte Sulden 193
Guides ...... ..... 95
A Young Adler . . 196
Way from the Paverhiitte to the Ortler
Spitz . . .. .197
The Ortler Spitz .. .201
The Storm in the Mountains 205
Judge Austin . ... .. 2IO
Valerie . . 212
"Bat!" .... .. 2r8
Mary .. .... ... .... 222
Fisher Cottages at Frauenworth 227
K6nigssee . . .. 230
An Unexpected Meeting. ... .232
" She was perfectly self-possessed ". 233
John demorahzed . .. 237




,, _E' -' HEY were three friends at college, or rather they
,i7' formed a triangle containing two friendships and
two enmities. Valerie and Dorothy each loved
.I' Elsie, and were equally beloved by her; but Valerie
-'.. and Dorothy were not friends. They were each
jealous of Elsie's fondness for the other; and
when Valerie opened her friend's door and found Dorothy cozily
established in the great arm-chair, she invariably made a pretext of
having come to borrow a book or to inquire about a lesson, and this
errand accomplished, hurried away. Dorothy felt the avoidance, and
attributed it to scorn, whereas it was simply owing to Valerie's
sensitive dread of Dorothy's sarcastic remarks. For Dorothy could
be cruelly sarcastic in a perfectly well-bred way, barbing her shafts
with exaggerated politeness which caused her victim to bleed inwardly
while it left no pretext for grievance. Dorothy could not explain
very clearly why she disliked Valerie, though Elsie had often chal-
lenged her to give a reason for her dislike. At one time she had


asserted that it was because Valerie was a foreigner. She is so
Dutchy," Dorothy had said.
Valerie is Dutch
And behaves as such;
her ways are not our ways nor are her ideas our ideas."
"She is no more Dutch than you are," Elsie had replied with
some warmth; "she is an Aus-
trian, and her home is at Inns-
bruck in the Tyrol, miles away
From the Netherlands."
i, "I merely used the term
S' Dutch as typical of the entire
S' Germanic race, my dear. I feel
Sas Caesar did, that whether
they were Belgians, Helvetians,
,' or Rhaetians does n't particularly
'-Ti .v-.- matter; they are all barbarians."
Oh, Dorothy !"
S* Say un-American, if the other
Sword offends you. Their life
/ and thought and aims are all so
S*"different from ours; and Valerie
DOROTHY. is a countess, or at least her fa-
ther is a count, and I despise that
sort of thing. It is entirely contrary to our republican institutions."
"But it is not Valerie's fault that her father is the Count von
Hohenberg; I am sure we would never have known the fact from
her. She has done her best to become American by accompany-
ing her father on his diplomatic mission to this country, and she
shows her appreciation of our institutions by choosing to be educated
at Vassar instead of in an Austrian convent."
All this was unanswerable; and Dorothy was obliged to admit


that Valerie took great pains to become American, and that she
had so far conquered the difficulties of the foreign language that her
English was scrupulously correct, almost bookish, displaying only by a
slight accent and occasional mispronunciation that it was an acquired
language. Dorothy's paraded disdain for titles had for its root a little
feeling of envy, and she fancied Valerie arrogant because in Valerie's
place she would herself have been so. Dorothy was just enough to
admit many excellencies in Valerie. She shone especially in composi-
tion; her essays were models of rhetoric, being remarkable for their
graceful style and a purity of language marked by an absence of com-
monplace expressions. It was English learned from reading the best
authors, and not the conversational English of the day. Dorothy
was also a fine essayist. Her productions were distinguished by
originality of conception and a brilliant way of putting things. She
shone in incisive, withering satire, and would have sacrificed her best
friend for the sake of an epigram. The two girls disputed the head
of their class, and divided honors in nearly every competition.
This rivalry was particularly galling to Dorothy. It is not that
I can't bear to be excelled," she said to Elsie. I would n't mind
it if it were you, dear; but to know that I am only on a par with
Dutchy, who is handicapped with the difficulty of working in a
foreign language, is too humiliating. I shall always hate her until
I can definitely excel her; then I shall look upon her with calm
Valerie, on the other hand, admired Dorothy, and had made timid
efforts to gain her friendship, but had been cut to the quick by the
repulses with which Dorothy had met her advances. Elsie had made
many attempts at reconciliation, but without success. Valerie had
even once declared that Elsie must choose between them; but Elsid
had assured her that on no consideration would she give up the
friendship of either,' and Valerie was fain to content herself with a
divided heart. So the days passed, not always comfortably for Elsie,


who sometimes laughingly likened herself to the bumper destined
to soften the shock between two railway cars. A hope of finally
making the two friends animated her courage and stimulated her
At first she invited them on excursions in company, adroitly
arranging that they must occupy the same seat in the carriage or
boat, or else she walked with an arm about the waist of each. Some-
times the two girls would converse in a manner encouraging to
Elsie's desires; but more frequently they ignored each other's pres-
ence, and talked only with Elsie. The little peacemaker had had
great hopes of a pet scheme the preceding summer, when she invited
the rivals to visit her at her home in the Catskills. But Dorothy
had heard that Valerie was also to be a guest, and had waited until
Valerie's visit was over before putting in an appearance. This had
been a great disappointment to Elsie, for she had relied on the help
of her elder brother John, to whom she had confided the situation,
to bring about a better understanding between her friends. John
was the best-natured, best-intentioned fellow in the world; but man-
like, he muddled everything. He had not been particularly attracted
to Valerie, and he did admire wilful, bewitching Dorothy; but to aid
his sister's plans, it happened that his conversation with the latter
turned chiefly on the admirable qualities of Miss Hohenberg, and
Dorothy imagined him deeply interested in her rival. She was not
a weakly romantic girl, but she thoroughly admired and liked honest
John. She told herself that this was just the sort of man to whom
a woman could safely trust her happiness for life, and again a spark
of envy was added to the pyre which was crackling around the feet
of Valerie. She made no mean, underhand efforts to win him to
herself during the long summer days when they were thrown to-
gether. She told herself proudly that she did not care for him; and
she told John so as plainly by her manner, whenever, encouraged by
a similarity of views, their conversation became more than usually


confidential, or his glance more admiring than seemed to her con-
sistent with his supposed attachment to Valerie.
The two families had been long acquainted. Mr. Thorne, Doro-
thy's father, had great confidence in John Hartley's business ability and
rectitude, and it was through his influence that the young man received
that summer an appointment as paymaster of a western silver-mine.
John was to leave in a few days to assume his duties, and he was
full of enthusiasm in regard to the enterprise. Mr. Thorne came
up to talk the matter over
during the last days of
Dorothy's visit. The
Company's stock is rising
rapidly in the market," Mr. 1
Thorne said to John dur-
ing this conversation. I /
think that I will invest
ten thousand dollars in it
for Dorothy. As you will
be in a position to know /; /
the prospects of the mine,
I will not buy the stock I'
now, but will place the
money subject to your or-
der. This is all that I
feel that I ought to leave
Dorothy in justice to my duties to my other children; and I give
you power to look after her interests, to invest all or a part in the
stock if you feel that it is perfectly safe, and to sell when you judge
it advisable so to do."
John's eyes glistened. I am touched by your confidence in me,
Mr. Thorne," he replied; I appreciate the responsibility, and I will
be true to my trust."


Dorothy approved of the confidence which her father had re-
posed in John. They had many conversations during her visit with
Elsie, and she obtained an insight into his sterling character and
noble aims.
Dorothy was ambitious. She had a wild desire to excel, to do
something grand and brilliant; as she expressed it, "to make the
most of life."
They were talking on this subject during a horseback ride over
a beautiful mountain-road.
I want to do something magnificent!" Dorothy exclaimed, as
they drew rein before a wide-stretching expanse of river and valley.
" Life is so full of grand, wide opportunities. I could never be con-
tent to live a little humdrum life; I want to make my mark in some
way, and I believe I shall."
John looked at her in admiration. I believe you will," he said.
"And you," Dorothy asked, "have you never felt a desire to be
famous ?"
Well, no," John replied, "not exactly. I mean to do my level
best; but I don't think it's likely any one will ever hear of it, and I
don't know that it matters."
"I think it matters a great deal! Dorothy exclaimed. What
is the use of living if we do not leave the world the richer for our
having been here ? One might as well be a vegetable, better, for
a turnip does make the world richer."
John passed his hand over his forehead.
You have given me something to think of, Miss Dorothy.
With your view of life, you can't think the career of a paymaster a
very noble one."
"I suppose you will make money, and noble things can be done
with wealth."
That's so," said John. He was thinking deeply. Dorothy had
stirred springs that she knew nothing of. Her own ambition was


ignoble and cheap at this time compared with John's; but he looked
at her through his own ideals, and said, I shall at least be interested
in watching your career, Miss Dorothy, and I have not the least
doubt that you will do something magnificent. Of one thing you
may be certain, -I will look after your money more sacredly than
if it were my own. If I make nothing very remarkable of my own
life, I shall feel that I am doing a little something in helping your
career." He wanted to say more, but he did not dare to do so.
The next day.he left for Colorado, and shortly after Elsie and Dorothy
returned to their duties at the college.
Valerie was there, and their old intercourse with its mingled
sweet and bitter went on as usual, until one day in early spring
Valerie stepped into the chemical laboratory, where Elsie was work-
ing out quantitative experiments, and entirely spoiled the result of
one analysis by announcing that her father had been suddenly
recalled to Austria, and that she must return with him.
Elsie laid aside her acid-stained apron, and with her arm about her
friend walked out toward the grounds of the Floral Society, and up
the steps of the beautiful new gymnasium into the rooms of the
Philalethean Society. They were deserted at this hour, but they were
the rooms which held the most cheerful associations for both Valerie
and Elsie. They were both ardent supporters of their literary society,
and really talented amateur actresses on the boards of their little
theatre. They recalled different plays in which they had appeared
together as they shifted the scenery in the little property-room. I
wonder what parts we will next play," Valerie said, as she picked up
an Alsatian cap which she had once worn.
You will have some very brilliant rble, doubtless," said Elsie;
:"that of a princess or a duchess perhaps."
I never cared for such parts," Valerie replied. You know I
always took peasant characters by preference."
"And how well you acted them, and what sport it is to act!.


Shakspeare says the world's a stage, and I mean to- carry my acting
over into real life."
Little did Elsie realize that from this very blunder was to come
all the annoyance which she was to experience during the coming
summer. Life is very real, and any acting is a great mistake.
They talked on a long time together of their approaching separa-
tion, promising, as girl friends do, never, never to forget each other.
And you must visit me next summer at my home in Innsbruck,"
Valerie said. I want you to know the Tyrol; it is the most beautiful
country God ever made."
I will go if I possibly can," Elsie promised; and you must keep
up your studies and come back with me for our last year, so that we
can graduate together."
"This is my hope, Elsie dear; and if you come to us, and my
mother sees what kind of a girl Vassar training develops, I am sure
that she will be willing for me to return with you. I must do it if only
to keep my place in your affection, or else Dorothy will supplant me."
Never! Elsie cried. You have each your own little corner in
my heart, and before our college course is over I shall make you two
girls love each other as dearly as I love you both."
Valerie shook her head; and at first it seemed as if her fears were
likely to come true, for after her departure Elsie and Dorothy
were uninterruptedly together, and grew more and more attached to
each other.
About this time an announcement was made in the Shakspeare
class which awakened Dorothy's special interest. As it was the year
of the representation of the Passion Play at Ober Ammergau the
attention of the class had been directed to the miracle-plays of the
Middle Ages, and an enthusiastic friend of the college had offered a
special prize for the best essay on this subject written by'an under-
graduate of Vassar.' The prize was to consist of a gold medal, to be
1 It is almost unnecessary to state that this contest is entirely imaginary.


awarded and presented at the next celebration of Founder's Day,"
when the successful essay would be publicly read.
From this time Dorothy haunted the library, devouring everything
which she could find upon the subject.
I have all summer in which to write the essay," she confided to
Elsie. I have made voluminous notes, and if I can only throw them
together in an original way I shall have something interesting."
But as Dorothy's confidence in her probable success increased,
there was mingled with it a vague dissatisfaction which was at first
inexplicable to Elsie. The cause was made clear at last when, a few
weeks before the close of the college for vacation, Dorothy asked for
Valerie's address.
Do you intend writing her ? Elsie asked in surprise.
Yes," Dorothy replied. Some one ought to tell her of the com-
petition; it is not fair that she should not have an equal chance of
That is like you, Dorothy,". Elsie exclaimed with admiration;
" but as Valerie is not now a member of the class, and may not return
next year, it is possible that she is not eligible for the competition.
Still such kindness from you cannot fail to touch her. Now, indeed,
I begin to see what I have so long hoped for."
Dorothy's face hardened. Valerie will come back," she said, and
she must compete. I shall not care for the victory if she is not in the
lists. This is the opportunity which I have waited for. You must not
misunderstand me, Elsie. I do not inform Valerie of this prize through
any affection for her or with any wish that she may obtain it; but
simply that I may have the satisfaction of proving my pre-eminence
in a fair combat. I shall tell her so very plainly, I assure you."
Then you will hurt Valerie's feelings, and she will not accept the
Dorothy's foot tapped the floor impatiently. Then I will make
no explanation of my motive, but simply send the information."


Do you realize, Dorothy, that Innsbruck is not far from Ober
Ammergau, that Valerie will probably attend the representation of
the Passion Play, and so will have a great advantage over you ?"
I realize it perfectly, and I have had my small temptations. You
are not to think me better than I am. As I have not the same
opportunity, my evil angel urged me not to write her of the competi-
tion until after the performances are over. The tempter argued that
it was not at all my business to inform her. Why should I feel obliged
to do it ? She might hear of it in some other way. If she did not hear
of it she might not attend the play, as so many people who live within
hearing of the roar of Niagara never visit the falls. The chances and
advantages seemed to counterbalance each other. If in going to the
Tyrol she gained in an opportunity to hear the play, it was only fair
that she should run the risk of not knowing her advantage. Why
should I take pains to give. her a better equipment for the contest
than I could possibly have?"
Dear Donothy, you'have had a hard struggle."
"But that sort of reasoning .did not satisfy me. I knew that a
victory under such conditions would be no victory, and that I should
never be able to look at myself in the glass if I were capable of any-
thing so mean."
Elsie smiled. It would be a pity to have to turn your mirror face
to the wall, since you have adopted that elaborate style of arranging
your hair. But don't think, Dorothy dear, that I do not appreciate
your punctilious sense of honor. I admire you all the more for this
glimpse into your character; and Elsie added in her own mind, John
shall know it just as soon as I can write him.- But, Dorothy," Elsie
added aloud, "you must have the same chance that Valerie has. You
must go to Europe with me this summer. You know I am to visit
Valerie, and I am sure she would extend a warm welcome to you as
well if-"
Dorothy shook her head vigorously.


Then I could leave you at Ober Ammergau while I went on to
Innsbruck. Do come, Dorothy. Aunt Jane is going to the Tyrol
to try the efficacy of the grape cure for her rheumatism, and I am
to travel in her company. Mother is very particular about my being
properly chaperoned, though what a self-reliant girl, clad in all the
womanly dignity of Vassar, needs of a chaperon is more than I can
make out. I am certain that
I shall be more of a help to
Aunt Jane than she can be
to me. Come, Dorothy, we
will "have such good times
It is just what I should
like most to .do, Elsie; but I
don't like to ask Father to
spend so much money on
me this summer. You know
that Belle is to be married i
next month, and Harry has o
just entered the firm of
Gold and Glitter, while I
have still another year at
Father gave each of us ELSIE.
three last summer what he
considered our share of his fortune. I could write your brother to sell
,some of my mining-stock, but I do not think Father would approve of
that. Mother has wanted a cottage at the seashore for ever so long,
and Father told her that if no new expenses were sprung upon him
he would build her one this summer. It will be a great thing for
the younger children as well as for mother; and we older ones
have agreed not to ask for another thing, -so you see there is no


hope of Europe for me." And Dorothy resolutely took up the
novel Quits," to read for a second time the Baroness Tautphoeus'
description of the Passion Play.
If Dorothy's conscience was relieved by this act of justice, her
mind was not altogether at rest. She realized keenly that her rival
had the advantage, and she worked with feverish impatience, tearing
up page after page as soon as it was written. Do what I can," she
exclaimed despairingly, I cannot make anything new out of the
subject! It is only a rehash of the encyclopedia. If I could only
see the play, I might be able to set it forth in an original light. It
makes me think of my little brother Charlie. His teacher gave him
as a composition subject The Ancient Assyrians.' Of course he
dug his essay out of books of reference, and it did seem rather
unkind when his teacher complained that the composition was not
very original. With such a subject what could the poor boy do?
If he had been required to write of something which had fallen
under the range of his observation, the criticism might have been
made with more justice. I begin to feel that there is no use in
trying. I might as well give up."
Just as Dorothy was in the depths of these gloomy reflections,
she received a letter from Colorado, which ran as follows:-


DEAR MISS THORNE, Your mining stock is advancing rapidly in value.
The prospects of the mine are booming, and the Company have declared an
extra dividend to all stockholders. You will doubtless receive your share in
a few days. I trust that you will be pleased with the amount. It is certainly
a very neat sum when one considers the amount invested.
You may trust -me to keep a sharp lookout in regard to your interests.
Elsie writes me that there is a possibility that you will accompany her on
her European trip. Wishing you a safe voyage and much pleasure and profit
on the other side, I am

Faithfully yours,



A dividend!" Dorothy exclaimed; "but it cannot be enough.
Father said that he intended to pay my college expenses for me
to the end of the chapter; but he expects me to make the income
of my stock cover all my needs in the way of clothing, travelling,
charity, and all luxuries of every kind. He wishes me to learn
to manage my business affairs, and he thinks I ought to save a
little from each year's income. I am afraid I can't afford the tour."
The girls consulted various authorities, and worked busily with their
pencils, casting up the probable cost; and Dorothy came to the
conclusion that to make the trip as she wished, and to leave plenty
of margin for contingencies, she ought to have at least eight hun-
dred dollars, a thousand if she proposed to purchase her winter
wardrobe and any presents in Paris. "I can hardly expect a divi-
dend of ten per cent," Dorothy said ruefully, as she paused for an
instant of suspense before opening the letter from the treasurer of
the Company. Then she tore it open eagerly, and a narrow slip of
pink paper fluttered out, a check for fifteen hundred dollars.



BUNT Jane accompanied the girls as far as Inter-
laken, but .as they had decided to preface their
journeyings in the Tyrol by a brief visit to the
Italian Lakes, she had gone directly on to Meran,
and left them to make this side trip alone.
Dorothy had a friend at Baveno on Lago Mag-
giore, -a Mrs. Irving, who urged them to come to her for a visit,
and to make this spot a centre for excursions. Before turning
their faces southward, the girls had paused in the historic city of
Lucerne. They interested themselves during the day in sight-see-
ing, and in the evening listened to concerts provided for the guests
of the hotel in the great central hall. During a pause in the first
of these entertainments, Dorothy found herself seated beside a chatty
old gentleman, evidently an American; for he was proud of his
nationality, and had found nothing in Europe which was not in his
opinion surpassed in America.
Talk about your Mont Blancs and your Grand Mulets,"- he
pronounced the latter name as though it were the fish mullets,-
"they can't either of them hold a candle to Mount Hooker for
actual measurement; and for apparent grandeur, give me Pike's
Peak or the Cafion of the Arkansas. No, ma'am; home produc-
tions are good enough for me. Now, take the matter of girls; there


isn't a country in Europe can beat the American variety. I knew
the moment that you came into this room that you were an Ameri-
can girl, and I said so to Gilbert, -that's my son, the young man
in the light mustache and eye-glasses talking to that Italian count


over there. By the way, I don't take much stock in that count,
and I said so; but Gilbert says he is all right. I said to Gilbert
when you came into the room, 'Gilbert, there's an American girl;
and it makes an old man's heart swell with patriotic pride just


to see her walk across .the floor. Did you ever see a marchioness
do it better?' You see, Gilbert doesn't think much of- foreign
titles and so forth; but I hope I have impressed one thing on
his mind, and that is that he is not to present me with a foreign
daughter-in-law unless she is a real genuine true blue sprig of the
nobility. No pretty peasant-girls for me; I've said it, and I'll
stick to it.",
Father, I assure you there is no cause for apprehension,"
remarked the young man in question; for the old gentleman had
become so much in earnest that he
Shad not noticed the approach of his
son. I solemnly promise you not
to marry a peasant, and there is
no possibility that any lady of rank
will ever become interested in me."
I don't know about that, Gil-
bert," replied the old gentleman,
regarding his son, fondly; "you
have made the acquaintance of one
count already, and you must not
forget to present that letter of in-
N production to the Count von
GILBERT AUSTIN. Hohenberg when you reach Inns-
Dorothy started. The Count von Hohenberg was Valerie's
father, and she listened with more interest than she had hitherto
felt as the old gentleman calmly continued his observations.
"The count has a daughter that one might mistake for an
American girl. I saw her once in Washington when .her father
was a member of the Foreign Legation, and I must admit that
I have no fault to find with her. But pardon your old father's
obliviousness, and let me present you to my young companion here,


a countrywoman of ours, I am proud to say. Allow me, miss, to in-
troduce my son, Gilbert Austin, newly appointed United States
Consul to Innsbruck. My name is Austin, too, naturally, Judge
Jonah Austin, ex-senator from Illinois. Now you know us, father
and son, and I am happy to say that there is nothing in our history
which I would be ashamed to have you know. It's a clean record
so far, though the Austins have always been in politics; and it is
an old joke that Austin babies never creep, they begin their walk
in life by running for office."
It was impossible to resist the judge's frank good-humor; and
as Elsie approached at this juncture, Dorothy, who was usually
reticent to a fault, surprised herself by remarking, Elsie, this gen-
tleman is acquainted with our classmate, Valerie von Hohenberg."
Indeed!" Elsie exclaimed with delight, "how small the world
is We are continually meeting people who know friends of ours."
"That is what I tell Gilbert. If you want to do anything dis-
graceful with the hope of running away afterward to some country
where you will not be known, you had better take tickets to the
moon; and even then you need n't feel safe, for our detective service
will cable over a personal description, and like as not the first
person you meet on stepping on the landing will be some enter-
prising tourist from the States, who has already received a New
York Herald giving a full account of the crime, while our Govern-
ment will get out an extradition treaty with the Lunatics quicker
than a wink, and have you back again in State's Prison for a term
of years."
All laughed; and Gilbert Austin asked, How is it that Miss
von Hohenberg, who I understand is an Austrian, was your class-
mate ? You have been educated abroad? "
Elsie explained, and the young man seemed much interested when
she informed him that she was, on her way to visit her friend.
Then we shall all probably meet at Innsbruck."


You may see Elsie there, but I shall certainly not visit the Hohen-
bergs, even if I decide to go to the Tyrol," Dorothy replied with
The music, which had been interrupted, now began again. 'A
quintette of male voices rendered various Italian songs, to the accom-


paniment of violins, mandolins, and guitars. One glee played by the
very plump Italians seemed especially amusing. How provoking
that I cannot understand the words," Dorothy remarked; that chorus
with its repetition of something that sounds like 'Yumpy, yumpy,
yah !' appears to be very jolly."


I will ask my friend, Count Farniente, to translate it for me. I
am afraid my knowledge qf Italian is not sufficient to render it
smoothly." Before Dorothy could object, the young man had brought
forward and introduced a dark-eyed, dark-whiskered gentleman, whom
Dorothy and Elsie had already remarked as being quite a favorite
among the ladies. The count spoke amusing English, but his French
was perfect, his manners were elegant, and his conversation agreeable.
He devoted himself exclusively to
Dorothy during the remainder of
the evening, while Elsie chatted
with the Austins. At the close of
the concert the company prome-
naded for a time' on the veranda,
which overlooked the lake, and
when they parted for the night the
count asked if the young ladies
would honor him by joining in a
driving party and picnic excursion
which he had planned for the next
day- The two girls looked at each
other doubtfully, but Gilbert Aus- DOROTHY AT THE CONCERT.
tin spoke up quickly, You need not hesitate to accept. I saw you
speaking with Mrs. Arthur Ponsonby this afternoon; she chaperons
the party, which is quite a large one, and both of her daughters are in
it. The count drives the first coach,-he is an excellent whip,--
and I shall conduct the second. I hope you will come."
Mrs. Ponsonby appears to me to be a colossus of even British
propriety," said Dorothy. I think, Elsie, we may venture to accept."
The girls held a serious discussion over what it was best for
Dorothy to wear, and decided on a pretty gray costume of velvet and
cashmere which she had made in Paris, in direct imitation of one worn
by a daughter of Carolus Dunan in a portrait by her father, which she


had seen at the exhibition in the Champ de Mars. Poor Elsie had no
choice, for the dress which she would have liked to wear had been
left at Interlaken, her modest little trunk having been exchanged for
one of Aunt Jane's. They had discovered the mistake too late to
rectify it, for Aunt Jane was not intending to stop at Lucerne, but had
left that same afternoon for Meran, and it seemed best to keep the
trunk until they could join her. Dorothy was profuse in her offers of
her own clothing, but Elsie felt fhat she would be more at home in
her own brown travelling-dress than in borrowed finery.
The party was a very gay one. The greater part of the occupants
of the hotel came to the doors and windows to see the start. The
grooms held the heads of the restive four-in-hand until the count took
the reins. He is a great sport," Dorothy heard Mrs. Ponsonby
whisper to a timid young lady, and often drives six horses." Servants
of the hotel were busily stowing away hampers of good things. I
wonder who the count has asked to sit beside him," Mrs. Ponsonby
queried, but her daughters could only assure her that they had not
yet been invited. The good woman's curiosity was set at rest when
the count presently handed Dorothy to the coveted seat on the box.
She looked very pretty there, with the consciousness that she was the
observed of all observers heightening her color, and the wind playing
with her hair and the soft gray plume on her hat. The count's lackey
handed him a basket filled with bouquets of flowers, which the count
distributed among the ladies on his coach, reserving a bunch of jasmine
and orchids for Dorothy.
The jasmine is my flower favorite," he said, it grows all over the
giardino of my palazzo in Venice."
Glancing back, and seeing that Gilbert Austin's coach was quite
ready, with Elsie on the driver's seat, the count gave the signal for
starting, and with a fanfare on the coach horn from Judge Austin,
who stood up to deliver it and was projected unexpectedly into Mrs.
Ponsonby's lap by the sudden start, they were all merrily off. Their


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route took them along the shore of the lake via Kiissnacht to Vitzna'u.
Here they left their coaches and ascended the Rigi by the mountain
railroad. A clear day gave them the unrivalled view in all its beauty.
It was a happy day, such as light-hearted, quick-witted young people
always enjoy. There was jest and story, compliment and badinage;
and after the luncheon had been heartily appreciated, the count pro-
duced a guitar and proved himself a rival of the musicians of the
preceding evening. Caroline Ponsonby followed, and then Gilbert
Austin asked if any one could play the accompaniments to any of the
Harvard songs. Dorothy took up the guitar, and the young man
trolled forth "The Pope he is a happy man," and "It must be
Schneider leads dot band," and Clem-
entine," Elsie and Dorothy joining
with hearty good-will in the chorus.
American college-songs were voted
a great success, and Mrs. Ponsonby
declaring that she had heard a great
deal in praise of American negro melo-
dies, Dorothy sang to great applause
some Creole songs which she had '
learned from Mr. Cable. Elsie fan- CAROLINE PONSONBY.
cied that Mrs. Ponsonby did not enjoy
seeing Amer4ca carry off all the honors, and complaining that the seat
on the box was too chilly for her, she induced Gilbert Austin to invite
Caroline Ponsonby to take her place for the homeward drive. She
was rewarded by a seat beside Mrs. Ponsonby, who entertained her
by giving her detailed information in regard to the count's titles,
possessions, accomplishments, and character. (I put the words in the
order of the importance which they occupied in the lady's mind.)
" In short, my dear, he is quite a catch," Mrs. Ponsonby concluded,
" but he is fully aware of his own importance, and shows no disposition
to marry. He is probably waiting for an heiress."


The day concluded, as the former one had done, with music in
the hotel hall, and the girls retired, assuring the count and Gilbert
Austin that it had been one of the very pleasantest of their European
tour. So it might have remained in their memories had not Dorothy
bethought herself that she intended
to copy the words of one of the Italian
S songs, and descended again to the-
It was deserted, but the music lay
upon the piano, the gas was still burn-
Sing, and she sat down to copy the
Swords. The night was warm, and
the windows were open; two gentle-
S'men were smoking on the veranda,
/X and their conversation was distinctly
Listen, Gilberto," said the count;
ON THE VERANDA. Amigoo mio, I am greatly interessa
in Madamazella Dorothea. How
different from the donna Inglezza!"
My father has often told me that American girls have no equals."
"The signore is right. Tell me, Gilberto. These ladies make
their journey to Lago Maggiore. Think you I could to presume
to make il vggiare the the travel, in company, to be as
their courier, them to assist with their baggage, the procuration
of their tickets; to make myself what you call generally useless?"
Gilbert Austin laughed. "It would n't do to propose such a
thing; they are nice girls and would not accept any offer of assist-
ance; they are perfectly able to take care of themselves."
The count responded with a deep sigh, and Gilbert Austin con-
tinued, However, if you really want to continue the acquaintance,
I don't see what is to hinder your going to Italy too, especially as


it is your own country. You can fall in with them on the way,
and quite by accident, you know, find out which is their compartment
on the train. If you like I will go with you; I am in no haste
to get to Innsbruck, and I will talk to the bright one, while you
chat with the other. They have no chaperon to extinguish us,
and when young ladies travel without a chaperon, by that very act
they invite a freedom of intercourse on our part which we should
not presume upon if they were properly attended. Yes, I am sure
we may venture, and I shall not be surprised if our company is
even welcomed; we have certainly not been treated with rudeness
so far."
Boiling with indignation, Dorothy could scarcely refrain from
appearing before the young men, and taking them to task for what
she considered their impertinent presumption. She was restrained
from this act only by unwillingness to lay herself open to the
charge of eavesdropping, and she hastened to her roorp, there to
hold an indignation meeting with Elsie.
I am sure I don't see that we have done anything so very
disgraceful, or even imprudent. Nothing more so than those pru-
dish Ponsonby girls at all events."
Only this difference," moaned Dorothy, "that they have their
mother to chaperon them. If only Aunt Jane had been here we
might have been twice as giddy, and those horrid men would never
have dared to misconstrue our conduct," and Dorothy buried her
head in her bolster, calling piteously for Aunt Jane. A look of
firmness came into Elsie's face as she proceeded to pick the lock
of Aunt Jane's trunk with her buttonhook, and array herself quickly
in that good woman's venerable head-piece with its rusty crape veil.
Aunt Jane has arrived, children," she said, mimicking her rela-
tive's high-pitched voice. Dorothy sat up and uttered a little shriek
of surprise, ending in hysterical laughter. You don't mean to
say -" she exclaimed.


That I intend to enact Aunt Jane, and to chaperon you quite
out of the reach of these presuming young men. Yes, my dear,
I shall be such a dragon that if either of them appear on this trip
I would like to see them offer to pay us the slightest attention.
Mr. Austin has paid me the compliment of considering me bright;
I will try to deserve it. See, I can do my hair up so, quite drawn
away from my forehead, with draggly curls down over my ears, and
I shall wear those London smoke-glasses you bought to protect
your eyes from the snow-glare at Chamonix. Then with this crape
veil drawn down primly, I defy recognition. Fortunately, here is
a black shawl of Aunt Jane's, and her old-fashioned fan and mitts,
a box of caraway seeds, her knitting, and all sorts of little stage
But is it practicable? How shall we arrange it?"
"We will leave by the first boat to-morrow morning instead of
the day after to-morrow, as I told Mr. Austin we intended to do.
I will slip out of the house first, and you will find me waiting for
you at the boat. You can pay the bill and come down in the
hotel omnibus, with our luggage. If either of our young friends
offer to see you off they will see you placed under the protection
of a respectable old lady, and will, I think, hardly dare to make
any offer of their company.. I need only keep the disguise when
we feel that we are in the society of those who think the less of
us for not having a chaperon."
"But do you think you can sustain it if Mr. Austin and the
count should happen to take the early boat?"
" "You know I always take the old-lady parts in our theatricals
at Vassar. I can manage the voice, I know, and I rather hope
for an opportunity of crossing swords with Mr. Gilbert Austin."



O one paid any attention to the bent, little old
woman who ,slipped out of the hotel in the early
morning, and, after taking a cup of coffee at the
cafe next door, walked down to the steamboat-
landing and bought two tickets for Altdorf,--no
one but a good-natured old gentleman who was
taking his morning constitutional along the shore of the lake, and
who heard her ask at what time the boat would be in. Something
in the voice appeared to attract him, for he turned quickly and
answered the question..
"You are nearly an hour ahead of time, ma'am, and as promp-
titude is an American virtue I take it for granted that I am speak-
ing to a fellow-countrywoman."
Elsie was much embarrassed by this unexpected meeting with
Judge Austin, and tried her best to get away from him, but he
trotted good-naturedly at her side, delighted with having found
some one to whom he could expatiate on America.
"You are a very brisk walker, ma'am," he puffed; "from New
England, I take it. New England women have an energy about
them which is recognizable the world over. Now, few other ladies of
your time of life would think themselves able to make a European
tour alone."


The remark so amused Elsie that it gave her the courage to
reply more truthfully than was apparent. "I am not, perhaps, so
old as I look, and I am not travelling alone; my niece will join
me in a few minutes."
No offence, ma'am," exclaimed the judge, I meant no offence;
on the contrary, you are one of the youngest looking women for
your years I ever met. Whatever your age may be, ma'am, you
don't look it; I assure you, you don't look it."
There you spoke the truth without intending to do so," thought
Elsie, and she added aloud, My niece said the very same thing
to me this morning. No one would believe, Aunt Jane,' she said,
'that you are as old as you are, or that you could take as long
a walk as I can-'"
"That's all very true, ma'am; the younger generation can't
equal the old stock for all their athletics. But don't you really
think that when people get on in years, like you and me, they are
best off at home? This trapesing from Dan to Beersheba suits
my son Gilbert, but I have had enough of it. I shall stay over
here until I see him settled in Innsbruck, but I wish I could be
at home in time for the fall elections. I don't want Denis to rule
over me, or any other newly-naturalized foreigner to represent Illi-
nois. I have never missed voting at an election since 'Tippecanoe
and Tyler too.' You remember that campaign, ma'am? Oh! yes,
you must remember it." And so the good man prattled on until
the boat arrived and Elsie sought refuge on board. He escorted
her politely to a seat on deck, carrying her cap-box and reticule
for her.
Just as he stepped on shore Dorothy alighted from the hotel
omnibus. "What, off so soon!" he exclaimed; "Gilbert will be
disappointed; he is going on to-morrow, and hoped to have the pleas-
ure of your company."
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much dignity. Pray -thank him for his kind intentions; but as
Aunt Jane, with whom I am travelling, is rather a strict chaperon,
I fear she would hardly approve of his joining our party."
Then the very interesting old lady with whom I have been talk-
ing is your aunt ? Let me take you to her. I am sure she would like
Gilbert if she knew him. I may be able to smooth matters so that
she will look more kindly on him when he finds you, as he certainly
will, at Altdorf."
And the well-intentioned old gentleman poured into Elsie's ears
a eulogium on his son, ending by asking, -
At what hotel shall you stop at Altdorf? You have not decided ?
No matter; there are only a few, and Gilbert will be sure to find you; "
and with a benevolent smile he added in a lower tone, I hope, ma'am,
you will not be too strict with the young people. We must remember
how we felt when we were young." The steamer was on the point of
leaving, and he hurried on shore, where he stood waving his hat until
they were out of sight.
Elsie shook with suppressed laughter, and Dorothy was in high
glee. This proves that your disguise is perfect," she whispered;
"but as these disagreeable young men are not on board I do not see
why you should stifle behind that stuffy crape veil. Come down into
the cabin and change Aunt Jane's bonnet and shawl for your own hat
and sack. I have them here in this hand-bag. There has been so
much confusion attendant on the embarkation that I do not think
any one will notice Aunt Jane's disappearance, or if they do they will
simply think that she has gone ashore."
The change was quickly made, and Elsie, restored to her own
personality, felt much more at home, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery
of the Lake of the Four Cantons with its environing mountains, the
Rigi on the left. Pilatus on the right, and in front of them the Biirgen-
stock, the Buoschen Horn, and the Stanser Horn. A curtain of mist
hid from their view the grand panorama of the distant Bernese Ober-


land, which should have been visible behind Pilatus, but as the girls
had just come from this region they did not greatly regret the depriva-
tion of the usual view. Dorothy had made the usual easy ascensions,
and she was disappointed that their somewhat hasty leave-taking had
prevented her from climbing Pilatus, and adding its name to those
already inscribed upon her alpenstock. As she sat fingering this
trophy it slipped from her hand and rolled to a little distance. A
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if he might read the names upon the staff. "I am a little of an
Alpinist myself and am always interested in this sign of pilgrimage.
Ah you have been up the Faulhorn; that is not generally considered
a lady's mountain. You must have felt amply repaid for your exertion,
for the view which you gain from the summit is one of the finest in
all Switzerland. You see I do not climb mountains simply to say
that I have plodded up so many thousand feet. To me the view
is the main object, and I take my little camera with me and let it have
a peep at whatever I think worth seeing."



Have you any of your photographs with you ? Dorothy asked,
interested in spite of herself. The young man took a roll of proofs
from his pocket. "Here is the record of a recent trip in the Tyrol,"
he said, handing them to her one by one for inspection.
I did not know that the mountains of the Tyrol were so grand.
One does not hear so much of them as of the Swiss Alps."
They deserve to be much better known. The Ortler Spitze in
the Tyrol is nearly as high as Mont Blanc, and much grander in
appearance. The Dolemite region presents a wonderful succession of
savage serrated peaks, rising like the sharp teeth in the jaw of some
huge dragon. The Dolemites are frequently visited by members of
Alpine clubs desirous of distinction, for it is harder to climb their
precipitous sides than most of the Swiss mountains. Even the Mat-
terhorn, since the chains have been added, is an easier ascension than
the hardest of the Dolemites. As some one else has said, very prac-
ticable roads have been made in Switzerland to the most impracticable
places. The Swiss have done everything to make their country the
travellers' paradise, leading him by a succession of easy grades to
stupendous heights, while the Tyrol has been left in an absolute state
of nature, so that one may undergo terrible fatigue and even danger
in scrambling over rocks and through underbrush, leaping crevasses
and skirting abysses, to reach a comparatively insignificant elevation.
I am rather glad however that it is so, and I intend to make another
foot-tour through the Tyrol later in the season. The Ortler Spitze
has been calling me for some time; I have resisted its fascination so
far, but I feel that I shall succumb before the summer is over."
"Are the Tyrolese mountains, all so difficult?" asked Dorothy.
" Are there none which a lady could climb? "
The Stelvio Pass is the highest carriage-road in Europe, and there
are several easy mountains near the Brenner. The Amfortspitze
is one, and there is Mt. Campiglio not far from Botzen, with a
comfortable hotel at its foot; but in most of the out-of-the-way places


you will miss the luxurious provisions for comfort which one finds in
Switzerland. Still, if you don't mind roughing it a little, I recommend
the Tyrol to you most heartily." He bowed, and as they were pass-
ing the entrance into the Lake of Kiissnacht, left to take a photograph
of the charming view, and, apparently meeting with acquaintances at
the other end of the boat, did not return to them.
Now there is a young man," said Elsie, with no nonsense about
"Don't be too sure of that," Dorothy replied gloomily; men
are all more or less alike; I hate them all."
Brother John too ? Elsie asked timidly.
No; but your brother is so nice and brotherly with all girls, and
makes it so very evident that he does not desire to be anything but a
brother, that one feels perfectly safe with him."
Elsie gave a little sigh. I suppose she would hate John too, if
she knew the truth," she thought; and then she asked, "At what
hotel shall we stop at Altdorf ? "
I don't think we had better stop at any hotel," Dorothy replied.
" I believe that Judge Austin is right in supposing that his son would
be sure to find us. There are other boats which will make the trip
later in the day; they may follow us before to-morrow, and I advise
not stopping at Altdorf and getting on as rapidly as possible."
", There is a train which leaves for Lago Maggiore by way of the
St. Gotthard Pass, directly on the arrival of this boat," said Elsie,
consulting her railway guide. I wonder whether we shall be able
to catch it?"
We must. I will run ahead and buy the tickets if you will find
a porter to transfer the luggage."
It was a merry and successful scamper, and the two girls found
themselves seats in a compartment reserved for ladies just as the
engine gave a quick snort in reply to the whistle of the guard, and the
train moved with increasing speed toward Italy.

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There was an English lady in their compartment with a sweet
little girl named Gladys, who amused them much by her prattle. Their
carriage bore the conspicuous label Nichtraucher (not a smoker).
The child had been attracted by it, and remarked after an interval
of contemplation, What a funny sleeping-car this is, Mamma."
It is not a sleeping-car, Gladys. What put that idea into your
head ?"
"Then what makes them call it a night rocker?" And she
could not understand the laughter which greeted her simple inquiry.
The St. Gotthard Pass with its approaches is one of the most re-
markable examples of engineering in the world. Fortunately the
daylight lasted long enough for them
to see the wonderful succession of
twists and turns, bridges and viaducts, '
circular and semi-circular tunnels, by
which the train, dashed into the heart ,
of a mountain and issued at a spot al- '
most directly above its entrance. Now "
they looked up at the church of Was- '.
sen perched high above them on the
right side of the road, and in a few
minutes they found themselves looking
down upon it on their left. They
played at hide-and-seek with the impetuous torrent of the Reuss, the
railroad appeared to tie itself into loops and knots, and the magnetic
needle of Elsie's little compass had never before in so short a time
whisked about in such an apparently fickle manner. Finally they
plunged into the great St. Gotthard Tunnel, nine and a quarter miles
in length. For twenty minutes they pursued their way through the
centre of the mountain six thousand feet below its summit, and just
as the sun was setting they dashed out into the semi-Italian town of


The hotel, though not of the best, was crowded, and the girls were
given a room in the delpendance, a large dreary house with a stable
on its first floor. The night was chilly, and they were so wearied
by the exciting flight of
the day that they were
Sglad to seek early repose
SI 'i.'ll i_. under their great down
all quilts.
'1:'Early the next morn-
i ing Elsie was awakened
Sby Dorothy's exclaiming,
Do get up; it is a lovely
S. day. I have been look-
S -: ',I I, l ing at what Baedeker says of the
I' route which we passed over yester-
''iii i ;''' i d day. It seems that we made a
g reat mistake in making it by rail.
'xi. f' i i Just listen to this: 'The St. Got-
ili' : thard Road should be traversed on
'zf' foot, or in an open carriage, both
','' for the sake of the scenery and for
EN ROUTE FOR ITALY. the opportunity it affords of exam-
ining the interesting railway.' "
Well," yawned Elsie, now that we are here you don't propose
returning in order to do it over again, do you ?"
Not exactly; but I would like to walklback up the mountain as
far as the Hospice. It takes only three hours, as it is much nearer
Airolo than Goeschenen, the northern terminus of the tunnel, and we
can get back in time for the two o'clock train, which will allow us
to spend the night at Locarno as we proposed. The views must be
magnificent, and think how well' Hospice of St. Gotthard' will look on
our alpenstocks."

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That alpenstock of yours is a regular fetich," Elsie replied;
but I like the plan, and we will start as soon as we have had our
.coffee. We must take our waterproofs, and I will add Aunt Jane's
shawl to the bundle, for it is sure to be several degrees colder on the
mountain than in the valley."
They found the scenery rather more grand and imposing than
beautiful. The Val Tremola, up which they walked, was a desolate
valley, and they could well believe the information that avalanches
were frequent in the spring, and that in the winter the snow-drifts
were often thirty to forty feet high. They saw snow on several of the
mountain-peaks near them.
On arriving at the Hospice they found it converted into a mete-
orological station. There was an inn near by at which they ordered
luncheon, and then Dorothy stepped across the road to look into the
old mortuary chapel. There were crumbling bones here of the travel-
lers who had been found frozen to death long before the tunnel had
carried the highway under instead of over the mountain. Dorothy
was musing rather sadly on the fate of these unfortunates when she
was startled by a familiar voice just outside the door.
"Yes, the Hospice was founded by Carlo Borromeo. They made
him a saint for his good deeds; but I should not like to be a saint at
such a price. You see he was a richissimo signore, talented, noble,
and he renounced the world to enter the Church. Povaretto! I
could not do that."
The door opened, and Gilbert Austin and Count Farniente stood
before her. All three were greatly surprised, and Gilbert Austin
was the first to speak. How did you get here ? Not as we came,
I am very certain. We reached Altdorf yesterday afternoon and
spent the evening searching for you; concluded that you had gone
on to Italy; took the early train this morning as far as Goeschenen,
and a carriage to Hospenthal, where we breakfasted, and then set
out to cross the mountain on foot."


Dorothy explained that she had climbed it from the southern
side, which is not considered so fatiguing. I fancy that \our lun-
cheon is waiting us," she added, turning to leave the chapel, and
as you have already had your midday meal, that it will be of no
use to ask you to share it."
We will join you after your breakfast, if your aunt will permit
it," Gilbert Austin replied as he accompanied her toward the inn.
My father says that you are no longer quite your own mistress,
and that I must not expect a continuance of our former intimacy."
"I was not aware that we had become remarkably intimate,
and I assure you that nothing was further from my intention."
Gilbert Austin adjusted his eye-glass and stared at her with
astonishment. Becoming convinced that she was seriously dis-
pleased with him,- he besought her to tell him the reason. My
father led me to believe that you would present us to your aunt,"
he added; "is she with you?"
Dorothy was about to reply that Aunt Jane was not fond of
making ascensions and had remained at her hotel, when to her
surprise the grotesque bonnet appeared at the inn window, and
Elsie called to her in her sharpest accents,-
"Dorothy, Dorothy, child; come here this instant!" And as
Dorothy obeyed, she added in a voice distinctly audible to the
two gentlemen, "Don't you know any better, child, than to be
picking up acquaintances like that ?"
The two young men looked at each other ruefully as Dorothy
disappeared, the count saying, -" The signorina does not seem in
a mood to be supplicated, and her aunt is a lady to inspire senti-
ments of awe rather than of admiration."
I should not care a fig for the old lady," Austin replied, but
Miss Dorothy herself appears to be offended. If her little friend
is here I shall find out what is the matter, but Miss Dorothy has
the manners of a duchess and is quite unapproachable."



You have well said," replied the count, "that she has the
manners of a duchess, but is that the reason she is not to be
approached ? It does not so seem to me."
In the mean time Dorothy had given Elsie a hug. You charm-
ing girl! How did you manage to get into that bonnet just in
the nick of time? "
I put it in the shawl-strap before we started. I had an uneasy
feeling that it was not safe to be without it, and as I happened
to be looking out of the window, I saw you before you saw me.
The luncheon is served. Let us hurry and take it before they
come in, for I do not want them to see me without my veil. I
will sit with my back to the door so as to have time to muffle my
face if they enter."
"I suppose," said Dorothy, "that we shall be obliged to walk
down the mountain together, and will it not seem a little out of
character for a lady of your years to be so uncommonly vigorous ?"
I have thought of that," Elsie replied. I saw two men with
a ckaise a porteur hanging about the inn door a few minutes ago;
perhaps we can engage them to carry me."
An excellent idea! And your niece will walk dutifully at your
S side."
Dorothy found the men, and Elsie seated herself in the chair
just as the count and Gilbert Austin approached the door.
"Allow me, madam," said the young consul in his politest
accents, to present my friend, Count Farniente."
But no one has presented you, young man," Elsie replied
I had hoped that your niece would perform that kind office
for me," Austin replied, with an appealing glance toward Dorothy,
or that the conversation which my father had with you yesterday
might be considered in the light of an introduction."
Aunt Jane's only reply was to request the porters of her chair


to move forward; and Austin turned with a discomfited air toward
Dorothy, on whom the count ivas pouring forth a flood of compliment.
After the rebuff which your aunt has just given me, I suppose
we must not accompany you," Austin said, as soon as he could
gain the opportunity. I only hope that both you and she may

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, be granted repentance and better minds, and that we may be per-
mitted to call upon you at your hotel this evening, if indeed we
are not stopping at the same house."
I cannot make any promises for Aunt Jane," Dorothy replied,
obeying a signal from ,Elsie to follow her. The two young men
walked beside her for a little way.


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Your friend Miss Elsie did not leave Lucerne with you, my
father informed me," said Gilbert, rather to prolong the conversation
than from any interest in the young lady in question.
Elsie never cared for Italy," Dorothy replied evasively; her
chief object in coming abroad was to visit her friend in the Tyrol."
To prevent Austin from asking any further embarrassing ques-
tions, she turned to the count and remarked, You were speaking,
when you entered the chapel, of Carlo Borromeo. What relation
does his name bear to that of the Borromean Islands?"
It is the same family," replied the count, delighted by this
encouragement to converse, "one of the most ancient of our Italian
nobility. The present count is a friend to me. His favorite home
is on the Isola Bella. Ah it is rightly name. The signorina has
said that she is on her way to Baveno. The Isola Bella is justly
opposite with the other islands Borromeo. If the countess is at
Isola Bella, I will not delay to bring her to call upon the signorina.
Then you will have invitation to visit her lovely home and to
- andare in barca upon the lake."
"You are very kind," Dorothy replied gently. "I will speak
to Aunt Jane of your delightful offer, and remember that what-
ever may be her reply I thank you." With a slight inclination
of her head to Austin, and a pretty, imperious wave of the hand
which forbade them to follow, she ran on and rejoined her pretended
The girls talked little on their way down the mountain, for one
of the bearers understood English. They reached their room in
ample time to gather their belongings together and to walk to the
station before the departure of the train, Elsie resuming her girlish
attire before leaving the room. She noticed that Dorothy wrote
a note and then tore it into small pieces; but she did not seem to be
in a talkative mood, and it was not until they were comfortably
settled in the cars that Elsie remarked to her,-


I think that I snubbed Mr. Gilbert Austin pretty successfully,
don't you, dear?"
Almost too successfully," Dorothy replied.
What do you-mean ? Elsie
/ ,- asked in astonishment.
S i I mean that you rather over-
Sacted your part. I- did not in-
S- \tend gratuitously to insult and
S.i offend these gentlemen. There
i 11 was nothing in our former pleas-
'ant intercourse to regret except
the lack of a chaperon, and I
supposed that when you assumed
that character, that after having
impressed Mr. Austin with his
/ mistake, we would resume the old
relations. The count has offered
to introduce us to his titled
friends, and -
-" And you would really like
to continue his acquaintance ? "
POOR JOHN." It is very agreeable ; I don't
see why not."
Elsie looked hard out of the window, and was silent; but her
beating heart kept repeating over and over 'again in rhythm to the
steady jarring of the train, and so loudly that it seemed to her.excited
imagination that her friend must understand the words,-

"You cruel girl, you cruel girl!
Poor. John, poor John !
You cruel, cruel, cruel girl!
Poor, poor John !'r

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A path of pleasure. Like a silver zone
Flung about carelessly it shines afar,
Catching the eye in many a broken link,
In many a turn and traverse as it glides;
And oft above and oft below appears.
Yet through its fairy course, go where it will,
The torrent stops it not; the rugged rock
Opens and lets it in; and on it runs,
Winning its easy way from clime to clime.
But now 't is passed,
That turbulent chaos; and the promised land
Lies at my feet in all its loveliness !
To him who starts up from a terrible dream.
And lo the sun is shining and the lark
Singing aloud for joy, to him is not
Such sudden ravishment as now I feel
At the first glimpses of fair Italy.

i .I. HE character of the scenery changed as by magic
as they descended toward Italy. Not only was
.r '.,i the vegetation more abundant on the southern
t': slopes of the Alps, the walnut and the beech ap-
Spearing in the valleys in the place of the gloomy
pines, but the character of the architecture and of
the people changed as well. Not for the better however. White stone
huts replaced the log chalets, gleaming picturesquely in the distance,


but dirty and squalid when seen near at hand. The people spoke
the soft Italian language, smoked the long cigars of Turin instead
of the German pipe, and wore the costume of Piedmont; but they
lacked the sturdy honesty of the German Swiss, and there was a
dash of the bandit in their wild appearance.
The girls' first stop was at Locarno on Lago Maggiore. It is
like a scene in the theatre," Dorothy exclaimed with delight. The
arches and over-hanging balconies are all
ready for Romeo and Juliet to rehearse
their parts; the fruit and bright cos-
tumes seem arranged to give touches of
color; even the dirt and rags of the beg-
S- gars appear to be put on with an eye to
picturesque effect. It is altogether ad-
S" Then you would rather the beggars
should be dirty and picturesque than clean
and prosaic ?" Elsie asked.
Yes, indeed. One quite forgets that these superb creatures are
suffering; and I fancy that a great deal of our sympathy is wasted
upon them, and that they really enjoy their misery."
Their pause at Locarno was only to give them a night's rest,
and on the next day they sailed down the enchanting lake to Baveno,
a charming little town nestled under grand mountains.
An adventure extremely mortifying to the girls befell them on
the way. As they stepped on board the little steamer Dorothy
noticed a well-known figure standing at the stern.
There is that altogether disagreeable Gilbert Austin. The count
is with him too," she whispered to Elsie. They have not seen us yet.
Come into the cabin quickly, and change your hat and jacket for
Aunt Jane's bonnet and shawl."
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her. I think we have had enough fun," she replied; I would rather
not.do it any more."
But Dorothy swept her along, and presently mounted to the deck
in company with a little old woman in black. A Swiss officer looked
at the girls closely, and as it seemed to them rudely, as they passed,
and they hurried by him and took an inconspicuous seat behind other
passengers. But the man was not to be escaped. He followed them
and stood staring at them fixedly.
How very impudent he is," Dorothy whispered. I really think
I had better appeal to Mr. Austin."
As she rose to do so the young man noticed her and came for-
ward, greeting them pleasantly. You must have left on a very early
train," he said. It is a happy chance that we have overtaken you."
Dorothy was about to reply; but the Swiss officer approached and
said authoritatively, I must trouble the lady in black to go on shore.
I cannot allow her to cross the Italian frontier, for I have reason
to believe that she is disguised, and that I have seen her in quite
another costume; I am stationed here to look out for a noted adven-
turess. I insist that this lady remove her veil." Elsie uttered a stifled
cry, and Dorothy turned deadly pale.
These ladies are friends and compatriots of mine," said Gilbert
Austin. I can satisfy you as to my official position by my credentials,
and I make myself responsible for them."
The officer examined the papers which Austin handed him with
evident respect.
Here too is the Count Farniente," Gilbert Austin continued, if
you wish other assurance than mine of their perfect respectability."
The count was profuse in his assertions, and the official hesitated.
Will the ladies show me their passports ? he asked at last.
Dorothy produced the papers instantly.
But this description tells of two young ladies."
And they are both young," Gilbert Austin replied coolly. Miss


Elsie, will you oblige the gentleman by removing your veil ? Because
Americans dress in a manner peculiar to themselves, Signor Officer, it
is not necessary to conclude too rashly that they are disguised."
The officer was himself too much surprised to notice the count's
exclamation of astonishment.
SIs it thus that young ladies
dress in America ? he asked.
S" Sometimes," Dorothy re-
S plied demurely, resuming con-
Sfidence. "At all events, sir, we
N~ f 1 .h w are the American girls speci-
Sfled in those passports."
The count had recovered
From his surprise, and now
S spoke to good purpose, and
MA the officer retired, making pro-
fuse apologies. But the atten-
tion of the other passengers
had been attracted by this little scene, and Elsie retired into the depths
of Aunt Jane's bonnet, her eyes filled with tears of mortification.
Dorothy assumed a haughty air and tried not to appear conscious
of the fact that all eyes were upon her, but her cheeks flamed un-
comfortably. The two gentlemen seated themselves beside the girls
and pointed out the castles and places of interest which the boat
passed, but all pleasure had vanished from the trip.
"I thank you for saving us from great annoyance," Elsie mur-
mured. How did you know me? "
I knew you from the first," Gilbert Austin replied. The count
did not recognize you, and I did not think it necessary to enlighten
I am not as good an actor as I thought."
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that way; but I have been puzzling all along as to your motive, and
confess that I have not been able to make it out."
"We felt the need of a chaperon, that was all."
What nonsense as though two such dignified, self-reliant young
women as you are, needed any such superfluous article as that."
Dorothy turned. I cannot imagine
what may have changed Mr. Austin's
opinion," she said; but I trust that the
change is a genuine one."
What can she mean ? thought the
young man, but he dared not ask the .
question aloud. In spite of their hav-
ing placed themselves in an uncomfort-
able and ludicrous position he felt a sin-
cere respect for their uprightness of in- -.
tention. The girls did not know this,
however, and were deeply humiliated.
There was no feeling of gratitude in ..
their minds toward Gilbert Austin for / .y*B, i
helping them out of their predicament. *l
On the contrary Dorothy almost hated
him for his evident feeling ofisuperior-
ity and amusement. If he thinks that MRS. IRVING.
he is to be allowed to take upon him-
self any airs of protection and intimacy from this adventure," she
thought, he will find himself sadly mistaken."
I never, never will sail under false colors again," said Elsie, the
tears welling up into her eyes.
There will be no need for it, dear," said Dorothy, since in an
hour from now we shall be under Mrs. Irving's protection."
"That shall be Mrs. Wellington Irving of the Villa Claudia ?"
asked the count. "Ah I have then the pleasure to know her. She


is a friend to my mother; they have been very what you call imitate.
No? that is not the word. Your American language is my desola-
tion, and yet it is not recent that I have made my studies of it. It is
of years, and at the University of Padua I have received the first prize
for my English."
Mrs. Irving was at the wharf to meet the girls with her pony
carriage. She greeted the count familiarly and invited him to call, but
looked a little grave when the entire story was related that evening.
I do not know anything positively wrong about him," she ex-
plained; but then there is nothing positive about Pasquale in any
way. He is only a tailor's model admirably constructed to exhibit
fine clothes, with a disposition very sweet and gentle so long as you
do not cross it or ask him to exert himself in any way. His mother
is very mercenary, and has such a temper! I don't wonder that her
son is afraid of her. My own acquaintance with her is due to the fact
that I rented the Appartemenfo Signorile in her palazzo."
I should think a' countess would be above such a thing," said
She was, my dear, very much above me, -three whole stories, for
she crowded herself into the garret and let all the other rooms. Her
son lives on the rental of the palazzo and on some other trifling
sources of revenue which bring him an income sufficient to keep him
in kid gloves and cigarettes, and to allow him that 'lily-like disoccupa-
tion' which Howells speaks of as the characteristic of an Italian
The days were warm and languorous, but they were very lovely.
There was a terrace in front of the villa, screened from public view by
shrubbery but open to the lake, where they loved to sit and watch the
changing light upon the water and on Pallanza, which lay just opposite
with its background of wonderful mountains. "The mountains are far
enough away," Dorothy said, not to weary one with suggestions of
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cious, and this shimmering sunset-light on the lake is simply entran-
cing. I would love to sit here and do nothing for the rest of my life."
Elsie shook her head. It might grow wearisome after a time,
Dorothy," she suggested.
In spite of Dorothy's declaration that such a thing should not be,
the count and Gilbert Austin did take to themselves assurance from
the fact that they had lately played the rble of protectors to the girls,
and from the count's acquaintance with their hostess. They came
over from the hotel every day, and lounged and chatted upon the
terrace or rowed them out upon the lake. In their intercourse it
always happened that the count walked or talked with Dorothy, while
Gilbert Austin fell to Elsie. A few days after their arrival at Baveno
he announced to her that he must leave on the morrow for Innsbruck.
"Why do you go so soon? Elsie asked politely.
It is not soon," he answered ; "my duties have been waiting for
me too long already. Besides, I am not needed here. Miss Dorothy
makes me understand very plainly that she does not approve of me."
Elsie was too truthful to deny this, and she replied, If you really
must go, give my best love to my friend Valerie and tell her that I
shall soon be with her."
If you desire me to carry any special message, of course I will do
so; but otherwise I do not think I shall call on Miss von Hohenberg."
Elsie's lifted eyebrows seemed to ask why, and Gilbert Austin
explained. "I am not a title-hunter. I made the acquaintance of
Count Farniente quite by accident, and through no scheming of my
own; indeed he rather pressed his friendship upon me. Your
friend may be very charming, but her position antagonizes me. I
never could see why our American girls care for titles, and for a man
to consider them shows that his ideals are utterly microscopic."
Elsie hesitated. Your friend the count is a very agreeable
man," shb said at last, boldly. He seems interested in Dorothy.
Would you be willing to have your sister marry him? "


Gilbert Austin started. My feeling in the matter would make no
difference. The count would never marry a sister of mine; we are not
rich enough. Unless your friend is very wealthy I do not think that
she is in any danger. The count may admire her, but he will bridle
his affections."
Elsie was indignant. You provoke me very much, Mr. Austin,"
she said; "I would like to prophesy that before I see you again both
of the events which you regard as so impossible may take place."
What events? "
The count will propose to Dorothy and you to Valerie."
Those events are equally impossible; and the young man took
his departure with an air of such supreme satisfaction in his own
superior wisdom that Elsie was more enraged than ever. "And yet,"
she said to herself, I don't want the count to propose, for if he does
I am afraid that she will accept him."
After Mr. Austin's departure the count still continued his visits,
and there was no cessation to the excursions by land and water. The
group of Borromean Islands opposite the Villa Claudia interested the
girls both by their beauty and their history.
One was called the Isola dei Pescatori, or Island of the Fisher-
men. On it was crowded a fishing-village. A little stretch of green-
sward at one end was reserved for the drying of the nets. The houses
were painted pink, buff, and white, and presented an irregular jumble
of roofs and queer little jutting balconies. In front of the island bare-
legged men were continually pushing off or hauling in clumsy boats,
which with their rakish lateen-sails added to the effect of the picture.
Quite a contrast to this island was its neighbor the Isola Bella,
whose gardens and palazzo are for four months of the year the home
of the Count and Countess Borromeo. This island rises like a crea-
tion of fairyland from the lake, in a succession of artificial terraces in
an ornate though unnatural style of gardening. Statues, vases, and
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aloe, the orange, the citron, roses, jasmine, and cacti, set off with the
dark velvety background of yews cut into fantastic-forms. The entire
island is covered with soil brought from a distance. It was a rocky
waste until 1671, when Vitaliano, Count Borromeo, master general of
ordnance to the King of Spain, took the fancy to make a paradise
here. The exotic plants flourish luxuriantly, for the flinty rock be-
neath the shallow soil retains the sun's heat, and in winter the arti-
ficial garden is carefully boxed from the snow. The taste of the
entire plan has been much questioned. There is something theatrical
and out of place about the island, but in spite of this it exerts its
charm on the young and the uncritical. Dorothy, though she com-
pared it to an elaborately decorated wedding-cake, admired it as she
did rococo architecture, which has been aptly called the cauliflower
and periwig style, and was anxious to visit the paradise.
Strangers are allowed to see the gardens and palace during the
absence of the owner, but the count and countess were in residence,
and as Mrs. Irving was not acquainted with them Dorothy's wish did
not seem likely to be realized.
One day a rumor went forth that there was to be a grand fete at
Isola Bella. Some young ladies visiting at the neighboring Villa
Clara brought the news, only too glad to display their own invitations.
Of course you will go," they said. The invitations are very select;
only the most distinguished families in the neighborhood are invited.
There will be no hotel people, and very few English or Americans.
The Palavicinis will be there, and the Milanese nobility, descendants
of the Sforzas and Visconti, and perhaps of the Medici. There will
be a special train from Como, and a tenor from the Scala Theatre is to
sing. Altogether it will be a very brilliant occasion."
How very charming!" exclaimed Dorothy, consumed with a
desire to see all these splendors. I hardly imagine, however, that we
shall be favored with invitations. I do not think Mrs. Irving knows
the family."


Not know the Borromeos exclaimed their callers, in astonishment.
" Oh! you must be mistaken; it would be too heart-rending if you
could not go. I will ask Aunt Alice to ask if we may not take you."
Pray do not put her to that annoyance; perhaps invitations may
still come for us," Dorothy replied with. dignity, though in her heart
she quite despaired of any such good fortune. But her guests had
hardly taken leave when Count Farniente called, as nearly excited as
it was possible for a man of his languorous temperament to be.

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"I have effected it," he exclaimed in gentle triumph. "The
Countess Borromeo have send you all invitation to her fete."
Mrs. Irving's maid had fairy fingers, and from Mrs. Irving's ward-
robe becoming dresses were speedily evolved for the two girls,-a
pretty, soft, Japanese silk for Elsie; and a rich old velvet for Dorothy,
with puffed sleeves and costly Venetian lace at the throat, the simple
folds of the skirt looped and held in place by a silver chatelaine.
"You look like a princess," Mrs. Irving exclaimed as she descended
the staircase, and the lady was quite right. Mrs. Irving herself in
black lace and diamonds was an elegant woman, and Mr. Irving was
a man of distinguished appearance in any costume.


They were rowed across in the afternoon, for the fete was to begin
with a garden party. Count Farniente presented them to their host
and hostess, who received them upon the grand staircase of the terrace.
As other guests were constantly arriving they chatted but for a mo-
ment and then passed on to make the rounds of the garden. Grottos
and labyrinthine walks led from one level to another, and the count
pointed out the rarest plants and flowers, an enormous cedar of
Lebanon and another cedar from the Himalayas, an American pine,
a laurel three hundred years old, sugar-cane from the West Indies,
palms from Africa, Japanese grasses, a cork tree from Portugal,
bamboo from China, with luxuriant ivy and other vines. It is a true
Italian garden," he said admiringly. It is a little like the Boboli
gardens in Florence and a little like the Villa d'Este at Rome, but
it is quite itself.
They strolled through the orangery, came out again upon the terrace,
and leaning upon the mossy balustrade, looked away across the lake.
There is a sweet-briar rose," said Elsie; "it makes me think
of Mary Howitt's poem, -
"' The rose of May its pride displayed
Along the old stone balustrade;
And ancient ladies quaintly dight
In its pink blossoms took delight,
And on the steps would make a stand
To scent its sweetness, fan in hand.' "

The count looked up quickly at Dorothy with such a peculiar
expression that she colored, and asked, "Am I such an ancient lady?"
"You look as if you belonged in it," he replied, "and as if it
had belonged to you for hundreds of years."
"That is hardly a compliment," she laughed; "but the garden
is very beautiful. I think I should not tire of it in several cen-
turies. Why does the countess spend so short a time here?"
The count shrugged his shoulders. "The contessa is young,"
he said; "why should she live always with only the sound of the


water lapping the palace walls sounding in her ears? The gardens
make well their affair for a few months. They are gay now with
company everywhere the orchestra in the grotto, 'the servants
who serve the ices; but imagine to yourself the desolateness of
being alone here. It is as that poor Robinson Crusoe of whom I
read in your so delightful English classic. Ah! Dante should
have put it in his Inferno,"-an island where one should be alone.
But no, it was too horrible; he could not imagine it, and his con-
demned have always at least the pleasure of society."
But the contessa is not alone," Dorothy replied thoughtlessly.
You would say that when two shall love it is to them Para-
dise to be alone. That is a beautiful poetry, but it is not a prose.
Imagine to yourself, for instant; could any woman so love me as
to desire no other society?"
Dorothy looked disconcerted.
No, I see by the expression to your face, it is impossible. So
the contessa prorfienades herself everywhere, Paris, Vienna, St.
Petersburg,-and why not? It is not money that is lacking, in
this family."
"With all these poor people at one's door," suggested Elsie,
"one might find human interests enough even here."
"Ah! that is exactly what for I make my reproaches to the
count," said their escort. "Why does he such a rabble of fisher-
men allow that they encroach to the borders of his pleasure grounds?
If the island were to you, signorina, without doubt she would sweep
it of its beggars, and make also of it a garden; but we Italians
lack what you call the initiative."
Where would these people go if they were dispossessed of their
homes," Dorothy asked.
"I do not know," the count replied; "to America perhaps.
Shall the signorina derange herself' to visit the palazzo, to behold
the paintings before it shall be quite dark?"


It was the first palace which the girls had visited, and smoth-
ered exclamations of surprise and admiration escaped them in spite
of their desire not to appear deeply impressed by any of this
magnificence. The grand staircase, with its many coats-of-arms
and heraldic ornamentation, all telling of noble families connected
in some way with the Borromeos, and its long suite of state


apartments and guest chambers, once occupied by noted person-
ages, gave an impression of, ceremonious grandeur to which the
girls were entirely unaccustomed. This magnificent apartment all
crimson brocade and gold was Queen Caroline's bed-chamber;
this simpler room was occupied by Napoleon after the battle of
Marengo. Here was a throne-room with canopied chair upon a
raised dais where Cardinal Borromeo received his friends when
visiting at his ancestral home, and leading from it was a picture-


gallery filled with copies and originals by the greatest Italian
masters. There were long suites of tapestried chambers, and halls
devoted to statuary, anA little boudoirs in the coquettish style of
Marie Antoinette, as well as grand salons in the pompous mode
of the Grand Monarque, in which, as the evening advanced, the
company were assembled for music and dancing. Dorothy had no
lack of partners; the statuesque American girl in the medieval
dress attracted much attention. In one of the pauses in the danc-
ing she caught sight of the young ladies who had first told her
of this fete sitting in the background as wall-flowers, and looking,
as she afterwards told Elsie, "perfectly green with envy."
It was the triumph of the senses; and the glamour of mere earthly
loveliness had achieved its very highest empire over Dorothy's mind.
Why should one be an enthusiast ? she asked herself. Why
not enjoy life as it comes to us without this eternal self-torture about
our duty to others ? "
The lake was lighted up with colored lanterns. swaying in the
numerous boats, as they were rowed homeward. The count sat
beside Dorothy, a little apart from the others, and drew her opera
cloak carefully about her with loyer-like attention. As she leaned
back on the cushioned seats of the row-boat she listened to the
rhythmic pulse of the oars, which seemed to keep time to the soft
tinkle of mandolins from other boats, and to the swell of the stringed
instruments at the palazzo where the dancers were still dancing.
The evening breeze wafted the perfume of jasmine from the Isola
Bella, and the lights of Pallanza glittered across the lake. It was a
glorious night, the sky a deep entrancing blue, and the moon purest
silver, dancing in reflection in the waves. A tenor voice in a neigh-
boring boat sang one of Vittorello's serenades: -
Guarda che bianca luna
Guarda che notte azzura
Un auro non susurra
Non tremolo uno stel."



1;- -. r.. .


If just then the count had whispered, I will give you a palace
and an earthly paradise like this if you will be my countess," Dorothy
would have closed the bargain, even though she knew that she did not
care a penny for the count; that there was more of manliness in one
of John Hartley's little fingers than in all the Count's world-wearied
and soiled soul; and that in her heart of hearts she loved honest John
and always would love him, whatever might befall.
What of that ? she would have said to herself. John does not
love me, and it does not come in the range of every girl's possibilities
to be a countess. I want to achieve something extraordinary; this is
certainly my opportunity." And she would 'have bartered heart and
soul for 'this glittering bauble. But her time of trial had not come.
Sometimes our Heavenly Father, seeing how miserably unfit we are
to sustain temptation, shapes circumstances over which we have no
control, accidents they seem to us, which stop us in careers of our
own choosing, and leave us safe because untested. Sometimes too He
keeps us from a real good until we are able to bear it, leading us forty
years in the wilderness until we have been disciplined, and are fit to
enter the promised land. And sometimes, alas, all these guiding and
hindering providence are thrust aside by headstrong wills that seem
insanely bent on achieving their own misery. The count was as
deeply stirred that evening as it was possible for him to be. Almost
he was tempted to yield to the charm of the lovely face beside him,
and to the bewitching influences of the night, to make Dorothy a full
and unconditional offer of heart and hand, title and possessions. He
would have been very happy in her acceptance too, until his next con-
versation with his mother and the family lawyer, for it had been fully
agreed between them that the estate needed fresh money and a great
deal'of it, and that the count must marry an heiress. These consider-
ations obtruded themselves unpleasantly on his mind even at this de-
licious moment, and the count did not offer himself; but he came
very near it a moment later when Dorothy remarked, This must be


like Venice," and he replied with a world of meaning in his expressive
eyes, Yes, but Venice is far more. You, who belong in it as if you
were Italian born, should see Venice. When once there I think the
city would win your heart and you would make yourself Venetian.
Ah, if I could see you stand as you stood on the terrace on the stair-
case of my muzzer's palazzo! Promise me that you will so stand one
day; promise me that, and you will make me happy for effer."
After all it was a very little thing which he had asked, but his
voice, his hand upon his heart, and his expressive eyes had thrown
such unbounded suggestiveness into the request, that it seemed for
the moment as if he had made a most impassioned declaration.
Dorothy understood it as he meant she should, and replied in so
low a tone that he rather guessed than heard her answer, "If you
wish it so much I will stand there."



ALERIE'S home was a fantastic little chateau situated
on a spur of one of the mountains whose grand proces-
sion encircles Innsbruck. The greater part of the
chateau was modern for the old world, having been
built in the earlier half of the present century by
Valerie's grandfather; but there were two old towers, the remnants of
a more ancient castle, in which Valerie's ancestors from remote ages
had dwelt until its destruction by fire in the seventeenth century.
The chateau was a picturesque feature in the landscape with its
ancient towers crowned with extinguisher roofs plated with green
tiles. Away back in the fifteenth century the Emperor Maximilian
had been the guest of the castle, and Valerie's grandfather, three cen-
turies after the event, had celebrated it by having a frieze painted in
fresco across the front of the chateau on the wall connecting the two
old towers and over the principal entrance. The fresco represented
the welcome given to the Kaiser after his return from his thrilling ad-
venture on Martinswand. It had been executed by a Munich artist
of considerable skill, and although it reminded Elsie when she saw it
later of a circus poster advertising one of Barnum's street processions,
she soon discovered that it was not an unusual thing in the Tyrol and
Bavaria for wealthy people to decorate the facades of their houses in
this grotesque manner. The emperor was represented as riding on a


handsomely caparisoned charger, and followed by two sturdy Tyrolese
jdgers, who carried between them a great boar supposed to have been
killed in the royal
hunt of the earlier
part of the day.
The worthy graf ,,
and grifin had de-
scended the steps
of the chateau to
meet their sover-
eign ; while oddly
enough the cook -
of the castle was .
visible behind
them, bearing,
roasted and served
upon a platter, the ,:c.. N L.
head of the boar, -
which in the other panr of the- fre-sco \s
still attached to his bud1\.
The precipice of l\raritns.ianiid .'.:a.
visible from the cha^t.au, and a little ;hell-
of rock is pointed out hal( ..a, up it l dizzzy
height, where the emp. -rr, v. I I ad I..e
absorbed in followin.- a cl. ani-, A .:l ,l
found himself unable, c itlr t.-, al.:ll
or retreat. "The pe -ple bI neat. unabl,
to rescue him, brought a pri.--t. \;h... -a
him absolution from a :iita-[,; and I- -at
down to await his dlath. 1 h-I..n._l,
with its tradition cf Iira._IIu:, resuw ,
is told in the following ballad:-



Who is the daring archer that in hunter's costume stands,
In his hat the beard of the chamois, and the cross-bow in his hands;
Whose eye with a youthful ardor like the eye of a monarch glances,
Whose heart with a quiet rapture in the sport of the hunter dances?

The hunter is Max of Hapsburg on a lusty chamois chase.
Where scarcely the chamois ventures, he sweeps on the frightful race;
Here over heaps of rubble, over deep alysses.there,
Now on the ground close creeping, now flying through the air.
And now, hold on No farther! Now is he fast confined,
Chasm before and chasms beside him, and a break-neck wall behind.

His throne the rocky rampart, see the princely scion stand,
His sceptre, the wall-lichen, he grasps with wavering hand.
Around him spreads a vista so boundlessly displayed,
That before the dizzy prospect his senses faint and fade.

With a blast of mighty clangor through his horn for help he calls,
On the air like a peal of thunder, but on air alone it falls,-
A little devil titters from a cleft in the nearest rock, -
It falls far short of the valley, his stout horn's fullest shock.

What the ear-had not discovered the vision has described;
From below they saw him swaying on the pathless mountain side.
There 's a sound to heaven ascending of orisons and bells
While from church to church in pilgrimage the tide of manhood swells.

At the mountain's foot a multitude in various garb appears;
A priest in their midst to heaven the sacrament uprears.
When the crowds in mingled colors in the distant valley shone,
.Max saw the glance and glitter of the golden pyx alone.

In earnest supplication he sinks upon his knee,
Raises his eyes,.invoking Heaven's succor fervently.
A hand is laid on his shoulder, he starts with a thrill of fear;
" Come home, thou art in safety," rings cheerily in his ear.

He mounts Max on his shoulders where the dizzy chasms frown.
On a fairer throne and firmer Max never sat him down.
To the valley thus descending his course all Tyrol cheers.
Though he rides in a strange fashion at Max no scoffer jeers.

There is an old tradition, of many ages since,
That a messenger from heaven wrought the rescue of the prince.
Yes, indeed it was an angel, a spirit from above, -
The love of faithful Tyrol, a loyal people's love.

From the precipice down-looking on the vale a crucifix
Marks the spot where Austria's scion saw the shining of the pyx.
Still lives the ancient legend, and in song will never cease
To stir a quicker heart-beat in every Tyrolese.

The Tyrolese have indeed been always loyal to the house of
Hapsburg; and Maximilian, one of the most renowned of its emperors,
was fond of Innsbruck. His tomb in the church of the Franciscans
is one of the most beautiful that the world can boast. The sar-
cophagus itself is a wonder of workmanship, and it is surrounded by
twenty-eight colossal bronze statues of kings and queens, who stand,
as the emperor's paladins might have stood about his dais in the
rittersaal at Valerie's home. Valerie felt a sense of almost personal
acquaintance with each of these silent personages, and she was
impatient to introduce Elsie to them, and especially to her favorite
Arthur of England, for in this statue the sculptor had fully realized
the ideal of Tennyson -
Thou art the highest and most human too."
Whenever Valerie indulged in those day-dreams in regard to her
own future which come to all young girls, she saw her knight -
King Arthur, like a modern gentleman
Of stateliest port."
There were no chamois or wolves near the chateau now, though
this was long a famous hunting-region, for Innsbruck is nestled in a
valley from which the savage mountains rise so immediately and
sharply that the transition from civilized to wild life is abrupt enough
to give rise to the saying that the wolves in the mountains look down
the chimneys of Innsbruck.
Since her return Valerie had been a little homesick for Vassar and
her dear friend Elsie. After the formal calls of greeting had been



exchanged with the old friends and neighbors, Valerie found it diffi-
cult to satisfy herself with the monotonous life of the chateau. She
was too sensible and unselfish a girl to allow this discontent to become
apparent, and she took herself sharply to task for it. Of what good
is my education," she asked herself, if it makes me dissatisfied with
my condition in life ? It ought on the contrary to afford resources.
Surely I can find some means of continuing my studies and of occupy-
itg my time in a profitable manner."
Valerie's mother interested herself in the thrifty German fashion in
the management of her household affairs, and did not require Valerie's
assistance. She had no sisters, and her only brother Franz was away
with the Austrian army. No wonder that life at the chateau was a
little dull. The count guessed the truth, and said to her one morning,
" What shall I do to distract my little girl ? Would you like in the
summer to visit your aunt at Chiemsee, where life is a trifle gayer ? "
No, indeed, Vaterchen," Valerie replied eagerly. Chiemsee is
too much of a fashionable watering-place. Besides, you know I hope
for a visit from my dear friend Elsie, though she has not written me
the exact date of her coming, and I do not want to be away from
home when she arrives. I want to show her all the sights of Inns-
bruck. I know she will like the Helblingshaus and the house of the
Goldenes Dachl, and will be interested in knowing that Frederic of
the Empty Purse plated the copper roof of its bay-windows with pure
gold to prove his nickname a misnomer. We will take long walks
together in ,the mountains to Berg Isel, to the Lanser Kbpfe, and
even as far as Martinswand. I hope that Franz will be able to get a
furlough; and I mean to write him to try to be at home while she is
here. There then will be amusement enough."
Near Valerie's home was a larger and more famous chateau,
the castle of Ambras. This had been the home from 1567 to
1580 of the beautiful Philipine Welser, the wife of the Arch-Duke
Ferdinand, Regent of the Tyrol. The history of the courtship,


long betrothal, and secret marriage of the pair is very romantic.
Philipine was the daughter of a simple merchant, and Ferdinand
the son of the emperor, who for a long time refused his consent
to this plebeian marriage; but he was won at last by the loveliness
of his daughter-in-law, and the marriage was publicly acknowledged.
Her portrait agrees well with the character which history gives
her, and is one of rare beauty and sweetness. Valerie's face bore
a decided resemblance to this portrait. It had been often remarked;
and she had taken part in a number of tableaux, fancy-dress balls,
and pageants dressed to represent Philipine, with a jewelled net
drawn over her dark hair, a high velvet collar meeting her chin in
a delicate ruff, and clasped about with a heavy necklace.
Valerie wondered how the noble lady occupied her time when chate-
laine of dreary Schloss Ambras, and searched the records for some
hint for herself. She was not surprised to ascertain that Philipine
found her pleasure in philanthropy. At one time," she read, Am-
bras must have been more like a hospital for paupers than a princely
residence." There were Turkish prisoners, Russian and Turkish girls,
poor or disabled peasants, and idiots and epileptics. Philipine main-
tained a physician to minister to her guests, and herself studied phar-
macy and prepared drugs and simples. In her book of recipes Va-
lerie found receipts for the preparation of rose syrup, rose honey,
the juice of quinces, wild cherries, and figs; many sorts of lotions,
gargles, and tooth-washes, remedies for cramp in the stomach, epi-
leptic fits, swollen tonsils, coughs, vertigo, and consumption; and,
finally, antidotes against poisons." Valerie was not fond of practi-
cal chemistry, and did not care to follow the, example of the Lady
Philipine by the study and practice of medicine; but she found
some of her prescriptions amusing enough, as was the following
remedy for cramp in the stomach: "Slaughter a sheep close by
the patient, flay it speedily, and lay the warm skin upon the bare

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