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ing her alone, anxiously inquired, "Where is Madame?"

When she told him, he left the car and rushed into a farmhouse near for water, thinking it was the hotel ; but he got the water, which was so badly needed for the motor. Gusty then got into the car and they came on for me. And we started again. We had expected to make Nancy that evening, but after this delay gave up the idea, as it was too far, and decided to stop at Vitry le Francois, at Hotel de la Cloche (the Bell Hotel).

VITRY LE FRANCOIS

We found this a nice, clean little hotel, with good table and good beds. Being very tired, and my bed looked so inviting, I could scarcely wait till through dinner to try it. The last three days in Paris had been strenuous, and this a very long one, so I felt completely worn out. It did not take me long to disrobe and roll under the bed coverings, and just as I was falling into dreamland I could see little Gusty hastening to follow suit.

Friday, August 19. We were up early, had a good breakfast, then, while waiting for Gaston, we went round the corner to a furniture shop and bought footstools for our car, as those promised us had been forgotten. I had purchased pillows for it in the Louvre. Soon Gaston came and we were off in fine style. I saw, however, Gaston was constantly watching his car. We stopped for déjeuner at a little country hotel in

Aucerville, and we had a very good luncheon. They served snails for one course, just as we serve clams at home. They were sweet and had a little flavor, but tougher than a piece of leather. Gaston had more work to do on his car, so we went out into a very pretty little back yard that sloped on a hillside down to a ravine. It was full of flowers and blooming plants, trees, etc. On one of the small trees, we saw numbers of snails, showing that what had been served us at luncheon was fresh as well as tough.

About 2:30 P. M. we heard our horn and knew Gaston was ready, and so were we, and started off in fine shape and were once more going along finely when again something went wrong. It looked as if it might rain, but Gaston went bravely to work, made the repairs, lighted his lamps, for by this time it was growing dusk, and again we started. The car gave him constant trouble, but we managed to get into Nancy just

was growing dark, stopping at Hotel d’Angleterre.

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NANCY

Saturday, August 20. We left here about 9 A. M., motoring over the city first, as this is one of the handsomest cities in France. We saw the magnificent Place with its wrought iron and gilded grill work and gates. The houses on the Place are all handsome and have wrought iron and gilded balconies, which are filled with flowers. There are two handsome fountains in the Place. It is called Place Stanislas, after the ex

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king of Poland, who was afterward made Duke of Lorraine.

We saw the ducal palace, once the residence of the duke, Nancy being the capital of the old Duchy of Lorraine. This place is far famed for its delicious maccaroons. Of course, I had to try them, and they certainly were delicious. From here we passed through Lunerville, where we saw the old chateau now used as a barracks. We motored on to Badouviller, stopping for déjeuner. There were plates piled in front of each of us, and we were served to seven courses, none good; very scant, and it could all have been served in two courses. We told Gaston we wanted to leave here as soon as possible, which we did.

From here commenced our beautiful ride over the Voges Mountains. We felt a little fear that the car might again give trouble up this climb, but it worked splendidly. At the top we passed the German customs. I think Gaston had been dreading this, as he speaks very little German, but he got through very well, but being French and subject to military service, he was obliged to carry his own papers as well as the car's. These were subjected to rigid scrutiny, but proving satisfactory, we were allowed to resume our journey.

GERMANY

We now started down the mountain into Germany through a lovely forest of dark pines. Their odor was both refreshing and healthful. The mountain road in places was quite steep, but our car seemed to take it without the slightest difficulty. On reaching the valley, we passed quaint German villages. As it was late Saturday evening, the only life visible was grazing cattle, and the tinkle of their bells occasionally reached

our ears.

STRASBURG

We arrived in Strasburg, after one of the most beautiful rides I have ever taken. We stopped at Hotel Palast and had a magnificent suite of rooms here, a large drawing room, with bedroom and bath adjoining, and, to my delight, there was a beautiful German tile stove in one corner of my bedroom. The night being cool, I soon had a fire made in it. In a short time the pleasant warmth was distributed well

We were served with a fine dinner in our drawing room, and afterward a single bed was put up in there for Augusta. We had a good night's rest.

The next morning, Sunday, August 21, we took a carriage for a drive over Strasburg, as Gaston had work to do on his car. We first drove over Old Stras

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burg, with its canals, river and old houses, with very high pointed roofs and tiny little dormer windows in them almost to the top of their peaks. On two large and very tall chimneys we saw storks' nests, immense things. I only wish we could have seen the storks. From here we drove into the modern part of the city, where we saw handsome residences, then went to the cathedral (Munster, the Germans call it) to see the wonderful Strasburg clock. We were obliged to go early in order to secure good places. We were in plenty of time, but nevertheless when the visitors commenced coming, we were tightly packed into the small space allotted to see the clock, with all sorts and conditions of people.

We could hardly move, and stood fully three-quarters of an hour before the clock commenced striking. From the sides of this immense clock, through little doors that opened, the apostles walked out and saluted Jesus. There are numbers of different figures about all parts of the clock, and they all move in some way. The most natural thing was the cock. He is high up toward the top. He flapped his wings and crowed thrice. He is so natural every way, even his crow, that you

almost think he is a live fowl. The clock was really a disappointment to me, as I had heard and read so much about it, and since seeing it think it inferior to several other mechanical inventions we have seen.

As soon as the crowd cleared, we went into the cathedral. It is very wide and high, being totally dif

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