nearly overflowing, from the continuou eral weeks.

Wednesday, August 31. We left St.. after 9 o'clock. The roads were in a h being very muddy, which made heavy p car. In going up one rather steep grade, menced slipping back. Gaston did not d wheel, so asked mademoiselle if she wou out and put a rock under the back tire. but it was not large enough to hold the ca she was trying to find another, Gaston getting the car to the top of the grade. say, I remained in the car, as I have perfe in my chauffeur. He is cool, level-headed neglects his duties, consequently has gain fidence. Gaston needed essence, and we w everywhere to find some place to buy it, succeed until we reached the village of Rad he found a Frenchman and got his oil. one of the old walled towns. As it contin steadily, the heavy roads prevented our n kind of time. It being about luncheon hou menced looking for a good village where find it. We passed through Grobming and a hotel. Not seeing any, we drove through at the edge of the village saw a fine-lookin place, beautifully situated on a small elevat midst of lovely grounds. It looked like house, but was very large, and in printed one place it said "Hof"-something. Ho

means hotel, so we drove in and up to the house, to a side door. A maid appeared with a broom in hand, and we asked her if this was a hotel. She replied "Yah," and disappeared. Then we saw a hostler and several servants. Finally a good-looking man with his wife and family came out. He spoke very good English. We told him our predicament. He said this was his country home, but gave us a most cordial invitation to remain and lunch with them. He said it was quite plain, but we would be most welcome. We thanked him very kindly, but declined. He then gave us the name of the hotel in the little village we had passed through, and sent his young son with us to show us the way. They were evidently people of wealth, the village folks looking upon them as the great people of the place. The little hotel is the Gasthof zur Post. As we entered it, every one bowed politely to this young boy. Our dinner was plain, but good of its kind. Noodle soup and beeksteak with onions and potatoes. The dessert, however, was delicious chocolate cream cake that melted in your mouth. We left directly after luncheon, motoring along by the Enns river most of the afternoon. As we were traveling wholly by map, Gaston watches it, the guide books and the road guide-posts very carefully. He is never happy or satisfied unless within sight of the banhoff (railroad), and our route follows it very closely.

We stopped for essence at Lietzen, then on again. We were stopped at one place on the roadside by

some men, whose horse had fallen in thought he was dead, but they worke finally getting him on his feet, and he w right. The men told us a motor in whi frightened him.

We motored on to Schover Pass. The tiful gorge here. We expected to reach our night stop, but the delays from bad r us late, Gaston suggested we stop at the fi side of Bruck. This we did. It was I Hotel Garner, where we had a good night

LEOBEN

Thursday, September 1st. We expecte early, but saw Gaston working on the ca we would be late. He came for us at 10 was not raining, but still cloudy. I was a fine day, but Gaston predicted rain, an right, as it commenced again just before kept it up all afternoon. This has been a l even though the mountain and scenery were by mist the greater part of the time. In noon we saw a man leading an immense cord. The pig was as white and clean as it sible to make him. All animals are made H these countries. We drove through miles a of apple trees that arched across the road, lovely shaded drive. Some limbs hang low for the car to strike as it passes under, and a

fruit is knocked off, falling on the top of the car with a thud as if it was coming through. We carry our luggage on top of the car, and sometimes the noise made by the falling apples was so great I thought it was the luggage falling. Almost every house has fruit trees tacked and trained flat to the sides. These hang full of fruit. It looks so peculiar, but they get the full benefit of the fruit. We saw bands of Tyrolese mountain climbers. Their pointed hats were trimmed with Alpine roses and other mountain flowers. These Alpine roses and flowers grow so high up on the mountains that only climbers can get them. I would love to examine them closely, but scarcely think I will have the opportunity, as I shall do no mountain climbing. The horses here wear very peculiar collars. The collar runs to a sharp point in the center and they are decorated elaborately with brass and silk and gold embroidery. They love flowers here, as well as the Swiss, and their yards are full, as also their window boxes, of lovely flowers. They have a singular fashion of using colored glass balls to decorate their flower beds. These balls are put on long sticks and stuck about through the flower beds among the blooming plants. The roads are patroled by gendarmes. You see them everywhere and in full uniform.

England and France have gamekeepers or wardens that patrol the roads in their countries. Sometimes they are in citizens' clothing and carry heavy sticks, and are always armed.

Here in the Austrian Tyrol they wear costume. The men wear short jacket trimming, pointed hats with either a bund or single one at the back, knee pants sides and green leggings complete the co children wear their leggings even wher The pointed hat is olive green and th feathers is finished with an ornament of The women wear fancy peeked straw ha in the field the same as men, handling rakes with equal ease.

We motored over the Semmering Pas one of the oldest passes. It is not very 1 road is fine. We stopped at the top of th lunched at Hotel Erzherzog Johann (Arch The hotel was full, and it was quite a while could be served. We left here after lund a change it commenced raining again. nearly down the pass and just rounding a a tire burst. For some unexplained reas very long to get it off and put on the new o in place, we started on again. The rain t a cold driving mist, accompanied by a high

VIENNA

We arrived in Vienna, found Hotel Brist we expected stopping, was full, and they a to go on to the Grand Hotel, which we did, nicely located.