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Show MISS GWEfilllE'S BOOTS I t By IZOLA FORRESTER. X (Copyright, 1915, by tho MeCluro Newspaper News-paper Syndicate.) Owennlo left them herself under tho bed In the hotel room tho night be-foro be-foro sho sailed for England. They wero very now boots. Sho had had them made specially for all thoso wonderful won-derful tramping Jaunts sho had been planning for months, "I "don't see what you can do about it now," Amy said, In cousinly apathy, sitting back In her steamer chair. "You enn write to tho hotel to save them for you." "Savo them!" repeated Gwcnnlo. "Whero aro they now? Probably tho chambermaid grabbed them." "Wireless after them," murmured Cecily, tho next cousin In the steamer steam-er chair row. "Or, wait, can't you send letters back by tho pilot? Wo haven't dropped the pilot yet." Thus It happened that a strenuous, somewhat urgent note went back to tho proprietor of tho St. Alban, tho select prlvoto hotel near Gramercy Park, and the rest of Mr. Hubert Sea-bury Sea-bury was disturbed thereby. Ho had only taken tho room for tho night, and had left an early call, Intending to sail tho following morning morn-ing for Southampton, The tap on his door about cloven was disturbing. "Boots?" ho repented, groping under un-der tho brass bed. "Thero aren't any boots here. Whoso boots?" "Ladles', sir," said tho bellboy, pleasantly. "Number threes, black calf. Maybo sho left them In the wardrobe." ward-robe." All around they hunted until Sea-bury Sea-bury pulled them out from behind a door. Something llko a dcflnlto thrill passed through his hand, wrist, arm, nnd so to his heart from thoso boots. They woro srrjoll yet sensible, distinctive distinc-tive yot modest. Ho eyed them reflectively, re-flectively, approvingly. "Sho sailed this morning, nnd they'ro to be cent on to London," vouchsafed tho boy. "It's a good thing tho chambermaid dldn t cop them." "I am going to London," must-d Sea-bury. Sea-bury. "I could easily deliver them. I sail In tho morning. Tell tho proprietor pro-prietor I'll bring them down myself." Tho boat was overdue, and It was tho night of tho 7th when lis dniw up In a cnb before 7 Wllloughby square. Miss Marsh and her cousins had left for Scotland with their nunt, Mrs. Cavendish Lcland. Tho address was Cavendish Lodge, Dunlevy. Scabury ascertained tho exact spot in tho Highlands whero Dunlevy lay, rested overnight, shunned London, and went up on the morning express. Dunlovy was a Jowcl nestling In tho heather. Ho mado Inquiries at tho Inn, and engaged a cart to tako htm up to Cavendish Lodge. It was a drlvo of eight miles. A gardener seemed tho only human being nround tho place. He was on his knees, clipping clip-ping at tho low hedge. "Mrs. Lcland hao gong nwa' for tho week," ho said. "To tho IbIks." Seabury took off his cap and wiped his forehead. Had tho young ladles gono nlono to tho Isles? They had Scabury drove calmly back to tho Inn, engaged rooms and settled down to wait, with the boots. But tho days dragged, and ho began be-gan to tako long walks up over tho hill paths, and through the glens, and ho found that another wandered over them dally. Sho was a bonnte Highland High-land lass, too, bluo eyed and fair haired, with a way of looking at ono sidelong. Ho asked tho Innkeeper her namo. "Tls n young American nleco of Mrs. Lcland's," ho said blandly. "A Miss Marsh." "I thought they had all gono cruising cruis-ing to tho isles." "This ono sprained her anklo tho first day sho was hero. She's all well now." Scabury went outside and stared nt tho surrounding highlands. Twelvo days and more ho had wasted. Doggedly Dog-gedly ho secured tho boots and started start-ed up to tho lodgo. Yes, tho gardener said, tho leddy was thnre, coming from tho collies' kennels. Scabury waited her approach. Four or flvo collies accompanied her. Ho held his precious parcel under ono arm. "Miss Gwcndolln Marsh?" ho asked. Gwcnnlo bowed In gravo-eyed surprise sur-prise Ho tried to find tho proper introduction, in-troduction, tho heat cholco of words, I but undor tho searching look In her bluo eyes nothing camo, only "I'vo got your boots." "Havo you, really f" cried Owennlo, "tho ones I left In Now York. Oh, I'm so glad to get them back." Sho reached her hand for tho' parcel, par-cel, but Scabury held on to it. Owennlo blushed at tho look In his eyes. It did seem good after two weeks to bco a youngster with tho home cut to him. Slio held out her hand, and ho gavo them to her roluclantly. It was sun-sot sun-sot over tho glens when ho said good-liv good-liv to the, croun out on tho lawn. But Gwcnnlo strolled down tho hodgo row with him, nnd smiled back in his eyco when ho said softly: "Oood-by, for u llttlo whllo, Cinderella." Cin-derella." tlood-by, Prince," sho nnswored, .until .un-til Paris." W |