a threatening letter not long ago to this effect:

"'Sein thun unser Dreissig,
Schuren thun wir fleissig.
Dem Armen that's nichts
Dem Reichen schad's nichts.

That is tolerably unmistakable, I think. I'll have it in next week's
'Idol,' with an article on the folly of socialism."

Judicious offers of reward failed to bring the papers to light, and
Raeburn was so much vexed about it, and so determined to search every
nook and cranny of the hotel, that it was hard to get him away even for
meals. Erica could not help feeling that it was hard that the brief days
of relaxation he had allowed himself should be so entirely spoiled.

"Now, if I were a model daughter, I should dream where to find the
thing," she said, laughingly, as she wished him good night.

She did not dream at all, but she was up as soon as it was light,
searching once more with minute faithfulness in every part of the hotel.
At length she came to a room piled from floor to ceiling with linen,
blankets, and coverlets.

"Have all these been shaken?" she asked of the maid servant who had been
helping her.

"Well, not shaken, I think," owned the servant. "We were in a hurry, you
see; but they are all fresh folded."

"It might have slipped into one of them," said Erica. "Help me to shake
every one of these, and I will give you two gulden."

It was hard work, and somewhat hopeless work; but Erica set about it
with all the earnestness and thoroughness of her Raeburn nature, and at
length came her reward. At the very bottom of the huge pile they came
to a counterpane, and, as they opened it, out fell the large, thick
envelope directed to Herr Hasenbalg. With a cry of joy, Erica snatched
it up, pressed double the reward into the hands of the delighted
servant, and flew in search of her father. She found him groping in a
great heap of miscellaneous goods in the porter's room.

"I've found my razors," he said, looking up, "and every
twopenny-halfpenny thing out of my traveling bag; but the papers, of
course, are nowhere."

"What's your definition of 'nowhere'?" asked Erica, laughingly covering
his eyes while she slipped the envelope into his hand.

His look of relief made her happier than she had been for days. He stood
up quickly, and turned the envelope over to see that it had not been
tampered with.

"This is my definition of a dear, good bairn," he said, putting his hand
on her head. "You have taken a hundred-weight off my heart, E