night. Our drive to-day was over the Brenner Pass. I think this is the loveliest ride we have had. But then, I think that of them all, for the mountain scenery is simply grand. We could have seen glaciers had not they and the mountains been covered by mist. Notwithstanding this, our drive was beautiful. We stopped at Sterzing, Stoetter's Hotel, for luncheon, and it was a nice one. This little town is picturesque with its arcades, wrought iron balconies and signs, on houses that line its principal streets.

In the afternoon we passed through many quaint old towns with narrow streets, frescoed houses and gateways with clock towers.

We saw numbers of beautiful waterfalls and several fine old castles. One was especially attractive, being situated on the top of a high craggy mountain. It is now used as a monastery. We arrived in Botzen at 4 P. M., stopping at Hotel Victoria.

BOTZEN

After locating, we drove all over the city in our car. It is beautiful, quaint and well worth seeing. There are many arcades and a fine old parish church. saw the statue of Walther von der Vogelweide.

We

Sunday, September 11, we left about 9:30 A. M. This was a little later than we expected, and, besides, it was raining and not at all promising for the long ride before us. We were told the roads were level. There was a little rise on first leaving Botzen, but after that

the roads were smooth and level. We San Lugano Pass, which is rather steep our little car went right up without m kind. We found the roads heavy fro rains, and there were two ways to make is level but long; the other much shorter, The latter we took, and Gaston was plea manner in which we made it. He is alw when his car does good work. I think, we known how steep it was we would hav longer road. We found the road very good ing San Lugano, and supposed we were thr ing, as we had only been told of this one c short time, however, we found ourselves a ing, climbing, steadily in a way that seemed end. This road wound round and round tain, clear up to the summit of Rolle Pass, fa the clouds and nearly on a level with the hig around us. These are the Dolomite Mounta of their peaks are covered with ice and snow of them were tinged a rose red. The sc constantly changing, like a panorama, from and village to another, but steadily climbing. the mountains were dark with fir and pine were moss-covered, like the trees in the states of our own country, where the Spar hangs heavily from them. Houses dot the the mountains high up.

It was all so silent and grandly beautiful th were inadequate to express my awe. We

reach our luncheon place by noon, but it was after 2:30 P. M., after commencing the descent, that we discovered San Martins di Castrozza. We were not long in reaching there and Hotel Des Dolomites, where we stopped for luncheon. We started immediately after finishing, as we had yet the longest part of our ride before us.

ITALY

We crossed the Italian frontier in the 1 and were not far from Mestre, where w remain over night, when a tire burst. Thi bly caused from the numerous large sto constantly driving over, as they were roads. We found this was the case all t (On one mountain where they were wo road, the cliff jutted out and our road we it. I think we all felt uneasy about its breathed more freely after we had passed road was quite narrow, also, and we were nate in not meeting a vehicle.) Gaston: good-natured, taking little accidents of th matter of course and going placidly to w the necessary repairs, so he soon had a place and we started on after lighting our

Instead of being close to Mestre, as we s drove miles and miles before we saw a vil was dark by this time and 10:30 P. M. Sc was not Mestre, but a village a few miles t decided to stop for the night.

As we were about to drive through the ga police stepped up to the car on either side menced talking to us in Italian. Of cours not understand them, or they us, as they co speak nor understand French or English. 1 not permit us to enter the town, and it was

while before we understood what was the trouble. It seems our back light had gone out. Gaston knew it, for it was not working well, but he made believe he did not. They asked my name, but Gaston would not give it. He said to Gusty afterward, “It was none of their business." After a long parley, Gaston gave them the car papers, which they asked for, as they wanted to file a complaint against the garage. They wanted to file it against me, and when they could not get my name they got the firm name of the garage from the car papers. They then permitted us to drive in.

(I may yet have that fine to pay when I return to Paris.)

We were looking for a hotel, and on making inquiries, as we were able to catch occasional words, we found we were only fifteen miles from the village of Mestre, where Gaston and the car would remain, while we were in Venice, so we decided to drive on there, fearing if we remained here we might see the police. again in the morning. Our rooms had been engaged in Venice, so we would be all right when we reached there, even if it was very late.

We passed through a number of little villages, most of them dark, but it was warm and people were sitting out and walking along the roads nearly all the way. In one village they were dancing. Finally we reached Mestre, and, driving to the station, we got out and took the train for Venice, leaving Gaston to find a garage and quarters for himself. It is only a short distance across to Venice and we arrived very quickly.