the effort to find a land that they knew nothing about.
Lorry seemed so sure, so positive, that he was loath to see his dream
dispelled, his ideal shattered. There was certainly no Graustark;
neither had the Guggenslockers sailed on the Wilhelm, all apparent
evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. Lorry had been in a delirium
and had imagined he saw her on the ship. If there, why was not her name
in the list? But that problem tortured the sanguine searcher himself.

At last, in despair, after a fruitless search of two days, Lorry
was willing to submit. With the perverseness common to half-defeated
fighters, Anguish at once protested, forgetting that he had sought to
dissuade his friend the day before.

"We'll go to the library of Paris and take a look through the books and
maps," he said. "Or, better still, let us go to the post office. There!
Why have we not thought of that? What there is of Graustark they'll know
in the postal service."

Together they visited the chief post office, where, after being directed
to various deputies and clerks, they at length found the department in
which the information was obtainable. Inside of five minutes they were
in possession of facts that vindicated Miss Guggenslocker, lifted Lorry
to the seventh heaven, and put Mr. Anguish into an agony of impatience.
Graustark was a small principality away off to the east, and Edelweiss
was a city of some seventy-five thousand inhabitants, according to the
postal guide-book.

The Americans could learn no more there, so they went to Baedecker's
office. Here they found a great map, and, after a diligent and almost
microscopic search, succeeded in discovering the principality of
Graustark. Then they looked at each other in dismay.

"It's a devil of a distance to that little red blot on the map," mused
Lorry, pulling his nose reflectively. "What an outlandish place for a
girl like her to live in," he continued. "And that sweet-faced old lady
and noble Uncle Caspar! Ye gods! one would think barbarians existed
there and not such people as the Guggenslockers, refined, cultivated
smart, rich. I'm more interested than ever in the place."

"So am I! I'm willing and ready to make the trip, old man, if you are
still of a mind. It's a lark, and, besides, she may not be the only
pretty and gracious girl there. We've had bard work to find it on the
map, let's not stop till we see Edelweiss on the earth itself."

They made hasty preparations for the jo