The George Barr McCutcheon MEGAPACK ®. George Barr McCutcheon

yellow and red tints mingle with the rich green, flowers were blooming, the land was redolent of the sweet fragrance of autumn, the atmosphere warm, clear and invigorating. It was paradise surmounted by desolation, drear and deadening.

      Wherever the tall, distinguished Americans walked they formed the center of observation, and were the cause of comment that bore unmistakable signs of admiration. They bowed pleasantly to many of those who passed them, and received in return gracious and profound recognition. Military men saluted courteously; the women stared modestly and prettily—perhaps covetously; the merchants and citizens in general bowed and smiled a welcome that could not have been heartier. The strangers remarked the absence of vehicles on the main streets. There were pack mules and horses, human carriers—both male and female—but during the entire morning they saw not more than six or eight carriages. Vehicles were used solely by the quality and as a means of transportation for their persons only. Everybody, with the few exceptions mentioned, walked or rode horseback. The two friends were delighted with the place, and Anguish advocated a sojourn of several weeks, even though they did not find the Guggenslockers, his object being to secure photographs and sketches of the picturesque people and the strange scenery, and to idle away some hours upon the glittering boulevards. Grenfall, since he was in the project so deeply, was so nearly reconciled as to be exhilarated by the plan. They decided to visit the royal grounds in the afternoon, providing there was no prohibition, reserving a ride up the hill for the next day. A gendarme who spoke German fairly well told them that they could enter the palace park if they obtained a signed order from the chief steward, who might be found at any time in his home near the gates.

      They were strolling leisurely toward the hotel, for the moment forgetting their quest in this strange, sunny land, when they espied a carriage, the most conspicuous of any they had seen. The white horses were gaily caparisoned, the driver and the footman beside him wore rich uniforms, the vehicle itself gleamed and glistened with gold and silver trimmings. A short distance behind rode two young soldiers, swords to their shoulders, scabbards clanking against their stirrups. Each was attired in the tight red trousers, shiny boots, close-fitting black coat with gilt trimmings, and the red cap which the Americans had noted before because of its brilliancy. People along the street were bowing deeply to the occupants, two ladies.

      “Harry! Look!” exclaimed Lorry, clutching his friend’s arm like a vise. “There in the carriage—on this side!” His voice was hoarse and trembling.

      “Miss Gug—Guggenslocker?” cried Anguish.

      “Yes! Yes!” They had stopped and Lorry was grasping a garden wall with one hand.

      “Then it’s funny nobody knows the name here. She seems to be someone of consequence. Good heaven, I don’t blame you! She’s the most beautiful—”

      By this time the carriage was almost opposite and within forty feet of where they stood. The ladies, Miss Guggenslocker’s companion as young and almost as beautiful as herself had not observed the agitated two, but Lorry’s face was beaming, his hat was off, and he was ready to spring to the carriage side at a moment’s warning. Then the young girl at the side of the woman whose beauty had drawn a man half around the world saw the tall strangers, and called her companion’s attention to them. Once more Grenfall Lorry and Miss Guggenslocker were looking into each other’s eyes.

      The lady started violently, her eyes grew wide, her lips parted, and her body was bent forward eagerly, a little gloved hand grasping the side of the open carriage. Her “ideal American” was bowing low, as was the tall fellow at his side. When he looked up again his eyes were glowing, his handsome face was flushed, and he saw her smile, blush furiously and incline her head gravely. The carriage had swept past, but she turned her head, and he detected an appealing glance in her eyes, a perplexed wrinkle across her brow, both of which were swept away an instant later by the most bewitching of smiles. Again her head was inclined, this time a trifle more energetically, and then the maddening face was turned from him. The equipage rolled onward, and there was no effort on her part to check its progress. The men were left standing alone and disappointed on the streets of Edelweiss, the object of their search slipping away as soon as she had been found. Her companion was amazed by the little scene, it was evident, judging by the eager look on her face as she turned with a question in her eyes.

      “Turned down!” exclaimed the irrepressible Anguish, dolefully. “That’s pretty shabby treatment, old man. But she’s quite worth the journey.”

      “I’ll not go back to America without her. Do you hear that, Harry Anguish?” He was excited and trembling. “But why didn’t she stop?” he went on, dismally.

      “Oh, you dear old fool!” said Anguish.

      The two stood looking after the carriage until it turned into a side street, half way down the shady stretch toward the castle. They saw her companion glance back, but could not tell whether she did or not. Lorry looked uneasily at Anguish, and the latter read his thought.

      “You are wondering about the Guggenslocker name, eh? I’ll tell you what I’ve worked out during the past two minutes. Her name is no more Guggenslocker than mine is. She and the uncle used that name as a blind. Mark my words, she’s quality over here; that’s all there is about it. Now, we must find out just who she really is. Here comes a smart-looking soldier chap. Let’s ask him, providing we can make him understand.”

      A young soldier approached, leisurely twirling a cane, for he was without his side arms. Anguish accosted him in French and then in German. He understood the latter and was very polite.

      “Who was the young lady in the carriage that just passed?” asked Lorry, eagerly.

      The face of the soldier flushed and then grew pale with anger.

      “Hold on! I beg pardon, but we are strangers and don’t quite understand your ways. I can’t see anything improper in asking such a question,” said Anguish, attempting to detain him. The young man struck his hand from his arm and his eyes fairly blazed.

      “You must learn our ways. We never pass comment on a lady. If you do so in your land, I am sorry for your ladies. I refuse to be questioned by you. Stand aside, fellow!”

      Anguish stood aside in astonishment, and they watched the wrathful gallant strut down the street, his back as stiff as a board.

      “Damned touchy!” growled Anguish.

      “You remember what Sitzky said about their respect for the weaker sex. I guess we’d better keep off that tack or we’ll hatch up a duel or two. They seem to be fire-eaters. We must content ourselves witch searching out her home and without assistance, too. I’ve cooled off a bit, Harry, and, now that I’ve seen her, I’m willing to go slowly and deliberately. Let’s take our time and be perfectly cool. I am beginning to agree with your incog. proposition. It’s all clearing up in my mind now. We’ll go back to the hotel and get ready for the visit to the palace grounds.”

      “Don’t you intend to hunt her up? ‘Gad, I wouldn’t miss a minute if I had a chance to be with a girl like that! And the other was no scarecrow. She is rather a beauty, too. Greatest town for pretty women I ever struck. Vienna is out of it entirely.”

      They strolled on to the hotel, discussing the encounter in all its exhilarating details. Scarcely had they seated themselves on the piazza, after partaking of a light luncheon, when a man came galloping up to the walk in front of the hotel. Throwing his bridle rein to a guard, he hastened to the piazza. His attire was that of a groom and something about him reminded them of the footman who sat beside the driver of the carriage they had seen a short time before. He came straight to where the Americans sat smoking and, bowing low, held before them an envelope. The address was “Grenfall Lorry Esq.,” but the man was in doubt as to which was he.

      Lorry grasped the envelope, tore it open, and drew forth a daintily written note. It read:

      “My Dear Mr. Lorry:

      “I was very much surprised to see you this morning—I may add that I was delighted. If you will accompany this messenger when he calls for you at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, he will conduct you to my home, where I shall truly be charmed to see you