lower doors. There is a grand old abbey up he was founded by the Benedictine Order, and preserved. This mount is a great resort for and gradually a little town has grown at its ba night was weird, as it had rained during the looked as if a storm was brewing, but occasi glimpse of the moon was seen. The hotel and clean, and has recently been rebuilt an nished with quite a pretty effect. All electric seemed complete, but I found it otherwise on up to my room after dinner, as I tried to turi lights and was still in the dark. I realized ] have to ask for candles.

Sunday, July 31. It was misting rain in th ing and I told Gusty I would not climb the m even to see the abbey. She was greatly disap as we had come for the express purpose of s I told her to go by all means. I was afraid of

wet. She went down to the office and soon r saying she had engaged two sailors to carry m mountain, in a chair kept for that purpose in th So about 9:30 we commenced our climb. M was similar to an ordinary cane-seat armcha having two long handles coming out from th both front and back. These were grasped by ea one in front, the other at the back, and both fa mountain. My sailors were fine, strong me younger had a good kind face and was a goodman. It was a hard, long climb, and I asked my r quently if they did not want to rest, but t

clined. It was very steep, even before reaching the steps, and I never could have stood the walk at all. I created quite a sensation, as this chair is only used by invalids, and I am the picture of health. All the way to the steps are little shops on either side. Most of them have saleswomen. They would look at me in wonder. Added to this, a band of cornet players went up just ahead of our procession, playing nearly all the way. It looked as if they were leading us. This caused much merriment among shop people, and I joined in the laugh at my own expense, as it certainly was funny. We climbed up and up steep flights of steps, and now my men were obliged to make frequent stops. Even after reaching the abbey it was a continual climb; sometimes going down, as we went through cloister and crypt until we had seen it all. It is wonderful how strong it is, and yet has been standing for ages. The rock is conical and extends to the top. In fact, it is the mountain and seems truly to be the Rock of Ages. The abbey is built on its top and the old rock is seen in several parts of it through floors, etc. The abbey is three stories high and the views from every outlook are beautiful.

PONTORSON

We remained here until 1:30 P. M., then took the little tramrail car, our motor meeting us at the mainland, and we resumed our trip. We passed through Pontorson, where a village fête was just forming for

parade, so we stopped on the side of the road t it. This fête was showing the important eve had taken place in the little village since forme The village people take part and go to much tr make it a success. Sunday is the chosen day, a are at leisure then. They attend church or ear and afterward use their pleasure in spending There were quite a number of floats, showing dustries of the place, that were very well prod detail. Most of the participants being in full dress-those taking part in the parade. T makers were a band of men, dressed to rep wedding procession. They made great sport, and so on. The bride was extremely tall. Th laughed and cracked jokes with every one; also. The grand marshal of the fête was a ta fat, red-faced man, wearing Prince Albert c hat, white gloves, etc. He was very pompo looked as if he was a butcher by trade. The pr seemed to be formed in two sections, which I joined somewhere in the village. We only one. The band filled the large band wa overflowing and a number of them had to wall pretty girls dressed in modern style, evidently of the village, with their young men, came to and presented a dainty box or basket that their gowns, and asked if we would help the the town, which we did. They asked every on seems to be a part of the fête, that the poor be forgotten while the rest are enjoying thems

We left here, motoring to Dinan, where we stopped at Hotel Bretagne for gouter. We saw here the ruins. of an old chateau, beautifully located. An old tower is still standing in the town. We motored on through Lamballe, finally stopping at St. Brienc and Hotel d'Angleterre for the night.

ST. BRIENC

In this country in nearly all hotels men act as both waiters and chambermaids. Such was the case here. He was pleasant, kind and obliging, anxious to please, but he was always out of breath, as he always ran up-stairs, and we are sure he fell down, as it sounded that way. The servants over here work from 5 o'clock in the morning till II o'clock at night, and their wages are very small.

Monday, August 1. Gaston having some work to do on the car, we took a carriage and drove over the village. There is very little of interest to see here, some few old buildings, yet our driver was so proud of his town that he insisted on showing new as well as old buildings. We left before noon, motoring on to Guingamp. We lunched here at Hotel de L'Onest. We saw the Church of Notre Dame, de Bon Secours (Pilgrim's Resort), also a very pretty fountain. We reached Morlaix in time for gouter at Grand Hotel de L'Europe. It was raining then, but we rode over the little town before leaving. We saw one very old house, well preserved, and still occupied. It is called Maison

de la Reine Anne (Queen Anne's home). As w looking at it, a maid appeared at an upper windo Gaston remarked that the queen still lived ther saw a wedding party on their way home. They marry early in the morning, and then spend the merry-making, which sometimes lasts well in night. This party was small and in full peasa tume. The bride and groom very solemnly 1 way; three other couples followed, and an old y bringing up in the rear wheeling a barrow, on was a cradle, and this was filled with the wedding ents. I was glad I had the opportunity of se wedding procession, having often read of them motored on to Brest, where we stopped for the n Grand Hotel Modern.

BREST

This well-known city of France has a beautiful harbor. As a usual thing, a fle gunboats, or the French squadron, are in the h but they are all out now, except two. I should 1 have seen them all, and we were disappointed, was the one thing that induced us to come here. the greatest French port. We saw numbers of s everywhere through the city. Gaston served his tary term here, so is well acquainted with the It is uncleanly and its odors are equal to the old F quarter in New Orleans, U. S. A.

Tuesday, August 2. We left here, crossing the