of co-education as we found them, the difficulty in the uplift of too frivolous youth to a high moral and spiritual plane, the embarrassment in curbing characters too reckless into decorum and propriety.  He listened sympathetically, with no discoverable cynicism in the rather grave smile he usually wore.  As to whom he might be, he remained constantly reticent, though my curiosity increased as the hours flew.  We passed not far from two or three mountain resorts, where tourists were gathered.  Near such my companion showed some nervousness.  There might be people there who knew him, and it suited him for the time to remain by himself.  This I took as some small confirmation of my suspicion that he was a great personage.  Physically certainly he was superbly endowed.  The roads were rough and often steep, and I found the tramp fatiguing; but when I asked if he, too, were not tired, he laughed at the idea, tossing his burden or taking an extra climb as fresh as at the start.  At night our cots were in the same room.  As he stripped off his shirt and stood with head pillared upon a most stately neck, and massive, well-moulded chest and shoulders, he was statuesque indeed.

At last Salzburg came in sight.  Though we had become quite intimate I had made no progress in penetrating to my comrade’s true character.  I had laid many an innocent little trap to induce him to speak more openly, but no slip on his part ever betrayed him.  We entered the city and sat down together at a table in a public garden, near the castle of the old Bishops of Salzburg, ordering for each a glass of light wine, the parting-cup.  Already, since our entrance into the city things had occurred which partly confirmed the theory I had formed as to the distinction of my comrade, and also aroused in my mind doubts not quite comfortable.  He was an object of interest in the well-dressed crowd.  That he was a conspicuously handsome man in a measure explained that, but there were signs, too, that some recognised him as a person well-known.  When we were seated in the garden actual acquaintances began to appear, agile athletic young men, who were deferential but familiar.  There were ladies, too, modest enough, but certainly unconventional, nimble free-footed beings, with feathers and ribbons streaming airily as they flitted.  These, like the men, were deferential to my comrade, yet familiar.  There seemed to be a renewing of some old tie that all were glad to reconnect.  The young men were actively demonstrative, the ladies wove in and out smilingly, and my comrade in the midst beamed and grew voluble.  Was it an environment into which a quiet American college functionary could properly fit?  No due bounds were transgressed, but the atmosphere was certainly very Bohemian.  My prince incognito, was he perhaps the Prince of Pilsen?  While this happy mingling was going forward I sat somewhat aloof, disconcerted that my cloud-capped towers and gorgeous palaces were thus