The George Barr McCutcheon MEGAPACK ®. George Barr McCutcheon

      CHAPTER VI

      GRAUSTARK

      Two weeks later Grenfall Lorry was landed and enjoying the sensations, the delights of that wonderful world called by the name of Paris. The second day after his arrival he met a Harvard man of his time on the street. Harry Anguish had been a pseudo art student for two years. When at college he was a hail-fellow-well-met, a leader in athletics and in matters upon which faculties frown. He and Lorry were warm friends, although utterly unlike in temperament; to know either of these men was to like him; between the two one found all that was admirable and interesting in man. The faults and virtues of each were along such different lines that they balanced perfectly when lumped upon the scale of personal estimation. Their unexpected meeting in Paris, was as exhilarating pleasure to both, and for the next week or so they were inseparable. Together they sipped absinthe at the cafes and strolled into the theaters, the opera, the dance halls and the homes of some of Anguish’s friends, French and American.

      Lorry did not speak to his friend of Graustark until nearly two weeks after his arrival in the city. He had discussed with himself the advisability of revealing his plans to Anguish, fearing the latter’s ridicule with all the cowardice of a man who knows that scoffing is, in a large measure, justifiable. Growing impatient to begin the search for the unheard-of country, its capital and at least one of its inhabitants, he was at last compelled to inform Anguish, to a certain extent, of his plans for the future. He began by telling him of his intention to take a run over toward Vienna, Buda-Pesth and some of the Eastern cities, expecting to be gone a couple of months. To his surprise and consternation, Anguish enthusiastically volunteered to take the trip with him, having had the same project in view for nearly a year.

      There was nothing left for Lorry but to make a clean breast of it, which he did shamefacedly, expecting the laughter and raillery of his light-hearted friend as payment for his confidence. Instead, however, Anguish, who possessed a lively and romantic nature, was charmed by the story and proclaimed it to be the most delightful adventure that had ever happened outside of a story-book.

      “Tell me all about her,” he urged, his eyes sparkling with boyish enthusiasm. And Lorry proceeded to give him a personal description of the mysterious beauty, introducing him, in the same manner, to the distinguished uncle and aunt, adding all those details which had confounded and upset him during his own investigations.

      “This is rich!” exclaimed Anguish. “Beats any novel written, I declare. Begad, old man, I don’t blame you for hunting down this wonderful bit of femininity. With a curiosity and an admiration that had been sharpened so keenly as yours, I’d go to the end of the world myself to have them satisfied.”

      “I may be able to satisfy but one—curiosity. And maybe not that. But who knows of Graustark?”

      “Don’t give up before you’ve tried. If these people live in such a place, why, it is to be found, of course. Any railroad guide-book can locate this land of mystery. There are so many infernal little kingdoms and principalities over here that it would take a lifetime to get ’em all straightened out in one’s head. Tomorrow morning we will go to one of the big railway-stations and make inquiries. We’ll locate Graustark and then we’ll go over and pluck the flower that grows there. All you need, my boy, is a manager. I’ll do the arranging, and your little act will be the plucking.”

      “Easier said than done.”

      “She threw a kiss to you, didn’t she?”

      “Certainly, but, confound it, that was because she never expected to see me again.”

      “Same reason why you threw a kiss to her, I suppose?”

      “I know why; I wasn’t accountable.”

      “Well, if she did it any more wittingly than you did, she is accountable, and I’d hunt her up and demand an explanation.”

      Lorry laughed at his apparent fervor, but was glad that he had confided in his energetic countryman. Two heads were better than one, and he was forced to admit to himself that he rather liked the idea of company in the undertaking. Not that he expected to encounter any particular difficulty, but that he saw a strange loneliness ahead. Therefore he welcomed his friend’s avowed intention to accompany him to Edelweiss as a relief instead of an annoyance. Until late in the night they discussed the coming trip, Anguish finally startling him with a question, just as he was stretching himself preparatory to the walk to his hotel.

      “What are you going to do with her after you find her, Gren, old man?”

      Grenfall’s brow puckered and he brought himself up with a jerk, puzzled uncertainty expressing itself in his posture as well as in his face.

      “I’ll think about that after I have found her,” he replied.

      “Think you’ll marry her?” persisted the other.

      “How do I knew?” exclaimed the woman hunter, savagely.

      “Oh, of course you don’t know—how could you?” apologized Anguish. “Maybe she won’t have you—maybe she is married—all sorts of contingencies, you know. But, if you’ll pardon my inquisitiveness, I’d like to ask why you are making this wild goose chase half around the world? just to have another look at her?”

      “You asked me if I thought—” Here he stopped.

      “I take it for granted, then, that you’d like to. Well, I’m glad that I’ve got something definite on which to base operations. The one object of our endeavors, from now on, is to exchange Guggenslocker for Lorry—certainly no robbery. A charity, I should say. Good-night! See you in the morning.”

      The next morning the two friends took a cab to several railway stations and inquired about Graustark and Edelweiss.

      “She was stringing you, old man,” said Anguish, after they had turned away from the third station. He spoke commiseratingly, as he really felt sorry.

      “No!” exclaimed Lorry. “She told me the truth. There is a Graustark and she lives there. I’ll stake my life on those eyes of hers.”

      “Are you sure she said it was in Europe?” asked Harry, looking up and down the street as if he would not have been surprised to see her in Paris. In his heart he believed that she and her precious relatives had deceived old Gren. Perhaps their home was in Paris, and nowhere else. But for Lorry’s positiveness he would have laughed heartily at the other’s simple credulity, or branded him a dolt, the victim of some merry actress’s whim. Still, he was forced to admit, he was not in a position to see matters as they appeared, and was charitable enough to bide his time and to humor the faith that was leading them from place to place in the effort to find a land that they knew nothing about. Lorry seemed so sure, so positive, that he was loath to see his dream dispelled, his ideal shattered. There was certainly no Graustark; neither had the Guggenslockers sailed on the Wilhelm, all apparent evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. Lorry had been in a delirium and had imagined he saw her on the ship. If there, why was not her name in the list? But that problem tortured the sanguine searcher himself.

      At last, in despair, after a fruitless search of two days, Lorry was willing to submit. With the perverseness common to half-defeated fighters, Anguish at once protested, forgetting that he had sought to dissuade his friend the day before.

      “We’ll go to the library of Paris and take a look through the books and maps,” he said. “Or, better still, let us go to the post office. There! Why have we not thought of that? What there is of Graustark they’ll know in the postal service.”

      Together they visited the chief post office, where, after being directed to various deputies and clerks, they at length found the department in which the information was obtainable. Inside of five minutes they were in possession of facts that vindicated Miss Guggenslocker, lifted Lorry to the seventh heaven, and put Mr. Anguish into an agony of impatience. Graustark was a small principality away off to the east, and Edelweiss was a city of some seventy-five thousand inhabitants, according to the postal guide-book.

      The Americans could learn no more there, so they went to Baedecker’s