k train for
Niagara, wishing to see the falls in the early morning, and resume his
journey in the afternoon.

He registered at the International Hotel on the American side. It
was too late to do more than take an evening walk, and see the falls
gleaming like silver through the darkness.

"I will go to bed early," thought Carl, "and get up at six o'clock."

He did go to bed early, but he was more fatigued than he supposed, and
slept longer than he anticipated. It was eight o'clock before he came
downstairs. Before going in to breakfast, he took a turn on the piazzas.
Here he fell in with a sociable gentleman, much addicted to gossip.

"Good-morning!" he said. "Have you seen the falls yet?"

"I caught a glimpse of them last evening I am going to visit them after
breakfast."

"There are a good many people staying here just now--some quite noted
persons, too."

"Indeed!"

"Yes, what do you say to an English lord?" and Carl's new friend nodded
with am important air, as if it reflected great credit on the hotel to
have so important a guest.

"Does he look different from anyone else?" asked Carl, smiling.

"Well, to tell the truth, he isn't much to look at," said the other.
"The gentleman who is with him looks more stylish. I thought he was the
lord at first, but I afterwards learned that he was an American named
Stuyvesant."

Carl started at the familiar name.

"Is he tall and slender, with side whiskers, and does he wear
eyeglasses?" he asked, eagerly.

"Yes; you know him then?" said the other, in surprise.

"Yes," answered Carl, with a smile, "I am slightly acquainted with him.
I am very anxious to meet him again."

CHAPTER XXXIV.

CARL MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AN ENGLISH LORD.

"There they are now," said the stranger, suddenly pointing out two
persons walking slowly along the piazza. "The small man, in the rough
suit, and mutton-chop whiskers, is Lord Bedford."

Carl eyed the British nobleman with some curiosity. Evidently Lord
Bedford was no dude. His suit was of rough cloth and ill-fitting. He was
barely five feet six inches in height, with features decidedly
plain, but with an absence of pretension that was creditable to him,
considering that he was really what he purported to be. Stuyvesant
walked by his side, nearly a head taller, and of more distinguished
bearing, though of plebeian extraction. His manner was exceedingly
deferential, and he was praising England and everything English in