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Hand me those letters!" The official bully handed them over without a word. Rex took advantage of the lull and stepped to the window. "Any letters for Mr Gethryn?" "How you spell him?" Rex spelled him. "Yet once again!" demanded the intelligent person. Rex wrote it in English and in German script. "From Trauerbach yes?" "Yes."
All the usual explanations had been made; everyone knew where the others were stopping, and why they were there, and how long they meant to stay, and where they intended to go afterward. The Bordiers, with Yvonne, were at a lake on the opposite side of the mountain, but a visit to the Forester's house at Trauerbach was one of the excursions they had already planned.
It was really for Mademoiselle that he had gone on. He had decided that it would be quite too fatiguing for his daughter to return that day to Trauerbach, as they had planned, and he had gone on to secure the Jagd-huette for the night before any other party should arrive. "He watched for you until you turned into the path that leads up here, and we all saw that you were quite safe.
R ound about the narrow valley which is cut by the rapid Trauerbach, Bavarian mountains tower, their well timbered flanks scattered here and there with rough slides, or opening out in long green alms, and here at evening one may sometimes see a spot of yellow moving along the bed of a half dry mountain torrent.
And now, having said "Au revoir" to Monsieur and Madame, and fixed upon a day for their visit to the Foersthaus, she turned to Yvonne and took her hand. "Mademoiselle, I regret so much to hear that you are not quite strong. But when you come to Trauerbach, Mama and I will take such good care of you that you will not mind the fatigue."
Sometimes it was swept away for a moment; then she saw a weather-beaten bridge and a bend in the road where it disappeared among the noble firs of a Bavarian forest. The sun sank and left the Trauerbach a stream of molten lead. The shadows crept up to the Jaeger's hut and then to the little chapel above that. Gusts of whistling martins swept by.
By this time the snow mountains of Tyrol were all lighted to gold and purple, rose and faintest violet. Sunshine lay warm now on all the near peaks. But great billowy oceans of mist rolled below along the courses of the Alp-fed streams, and, deep under a pall of heavy, pale gray cloud, the Trauerbach was rushing through its hidden valley down to Schicksalsee and Todtstein.
A silk-lined, Paris-made wool dress rustled close beside her, and she put out one of the slender hands without turning her head. "Mother, dear," said she, as a little silver-haired old lady took it and came and leaned against her tall girl's shoulder, "haven't we had enough of the `Foerst-haus zu Trauerbach?" "Not until a certain girl, who danced away her color at Cannes, begins to bloom again."
With him Gethryn arranged for having his traps brought from Trauerbach and consigned to the brothers Schnurr at the "Gasthof zur Post," Schicksalsee, that inn being close to the station. This settled, he lighted a cigarette and strolled across to his hotel, sitting down on a stone bench before the door, and looking off at the lake. It was mid-afternoon. The little place was asleep.
Miss Ruth Dene stood in front of the Forester's lodge at Trauerbach one evening at sunset, and watched such a spot on the almost perpendicular slope that rose opposite, high above her head. Some Jaegers and the Forester were looking, too. "My glass, Federl! Ja! 's ist'n gams!" "Gems?" inquired Miss Dene, excited by her first view of a chamois. "Ja!
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