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Show any other living man, Jack Glenarm, but I can t think of It. I have my own troubles; and, moreover, You've got to stick It out there alone. It's of the game the old gentleman setpart for up you, as I understand ft. Go ahead, col-leyour fortune, and then, If I haven't been hanged In the meantime, we'll Join forces later. There's no chap with a pleasanter knack at spending money than your old friend recedtij trolyti, at. fields, 4 lead, with my foot on the step, I waved a farewell to Larry, who stood outside watching me. In a moment the heavy train was moving slowly out into tho night upon Its westward Journey. it: iTjrmjnixwy LA PLUIE ns any-whe- Prod IHE THOUSAND Utah! 4 and la trea 1 tte s Br MEREDITH NICHOLSON ga- mDA nS Ot 1 8 8 log! JSBlon, ' d of npany aa on group e lnfon this U( Expos! all re n C.U. I answered, and Pickering, r turned his head slightly.' look-j- t lea, I supposed you werent the women, ha observed dryly. 1 couldnt see the object of iJOrry Hah! these men! interest. : lambed cnrilesslv enough, but I from my already summoning nory the grave face of tho girl In t her n our.iful eyes, the glint of in her hair. Ficlcrlng was cer-finding the pleasant places In vap of tears, and I felt my heart against him. It hurts, this seeing in yiu have never liked succeed-ther- e you have failed! I'd ,vhy didnt you present me? to make the acquaintance of a few I may tentative Americans, them to go ball for me. rickcrlng didnt see me, for one r; and for another he wouldnt go for you or me If he did. He Isnt la ait, t by CHAPTER II. Continued. la the .lead Is my T,e bis chap Me., on er 1" U Egress U He grinned, and I smiled ruefully, knowing that we must soon part again, for Larry was one of the few men I had ever called friend, and this meeting had only quickened my old affection for him. "I suppose, he continued, you accept as gospel truth what that fellow tells you about the estate. I should be a little wary lf I were you. Now, Ive been kicking around here for a couple cf weeks, dodging the detectives, and Incidentally reading the newspapers. Perhaps you don't understand that this estate of John Marshall Glenarm has been talked about a good bit. "I didnt know It," I said lamely. You couldn't know, when you were coming from tho Mediterranean on a steamer. But the house out there and the mysterious disappearance of the property have been duly discussed. You're evidently an object of Rome public Interest, and he drew from his pocket a newspaper cutting. 'Heres a sample Item. He read: "John Glenarm, the grandson of John Marshall Glenarm, the eccentric millionaire who died suddenly in Vermont last summer, arrived on the Maxlnkuckee from Naples yesterday. Under the terms of his grandfather's will, Glenarm Is required to reside for a year at a curious house established by John Marshall Glenarm near Lake Annandale, Indiana. "This provision was made, according to friends of the family, to test young Glenarms staying qualities, as he has, since his graduation from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology five years ago, distributed a consider-- CANDLES ore ) have HOUSE OF v Pig l la prcc an inert of ve ons, vali Ihe Cni have prospec! for l its Into total ea that way. t eat out!; any JUld Iff. loo rada ; smiled quizzically, neednt explatn further. The of the lady has shaken you. She nda me of Tennyson: mli quite Menu n irush it itar-llk- e sorrows of Immortal Th Hours of a Thousand Candles. Annandale derives Its chief .lmpor-tancfrom the fact that two railway lines Intersect thore. The Chicago express paused only for a moment while the porter deposited my things beside me on the platform. Light streamed from the open door of the station; a few Idlers paced the platform, staring Into the windows of the cars; the vll lage hackman languidly solicited my business. Suddenly out of the shad ows came a tall, curious figure of a man clad In a long ulster. As I write, It Is with a quickening of the sensation I received on the occasion of my first meeting with Bates. Ills lank, gloomy figure rises before me now, and I hear ms deep melancholy voice, as, touching his hat respectfully, he said: Beg pardon, sir; is this Mr. Glenarm? I am Bates from Glenarm House. Mr. Pickering wired me to meet you, sir. "Yes; to be Bure, I said. The hackman was already gathering up my traps, and I gave him my trunk checks. How far Is It? I asked, my eyes resting, a little regretfully, I must confess, on the rear lights of the vanishing tram. "Two miles, sir," Bates replied. "Theres no way over but the hack in winter. In summer the steamer comes right Into our dock. My legs need Btretchlng; Ill walk," I suggested, drawing the cool air Into my lungs. It was a still, starry October night, and Its freshness was grateful after the hot sleeper. Bates accepted the suggestion without comment. We walked to the end of the platform, where the hackman was al- - eye P of a! rest of It ought to be a solemn ning to you, many drew swords iter, on died, and calamity followed In and m train. Bah! these women! I 1 charar: qfctyou were past all that! as toon dont know why a man should be It at 27! Besides, Pickerings 24,000 ds are strangers to me. But what uedat tt me of that Irish colleen you used e wo: oon over? Her distinguishing fea;h pitch ts I remember her photograph, death n I short upper lip. You used to i her upon me frequently when vere in Africa. es east When I got back to Dub-- I iumph! the Idaho, ld Cola ased b? found that she had married a 1! t In-le- thee: indicaJr. r the ws Pickering d farm was miles took t o low hadnt made away with gentleman's boodle, or that it got lost on the way from him to he times running now, and I'm r the year. My grandfather was a old gentleman, and I treated him a dog. I'm going to do what he it II!.' the wide,! ler. that will, no matter what size of the reward may bo. t1 ever ertainly; thats the eminently s made er thing for you to do. But, but tker, your wits about you. If a fellow L S'1 that nock can't find money where of iber "! has been known to exist. It gvllla t be burled pretty deep. Your partly lfat her was a trifle eccentric, I irough Imt not a fool by any manner .slier'means. The situation appeals to Imagination, Jack. I like the Idea tober the lost treasure and the whole e rf" laess. Lord, what a salad that Is! ell or "f up, comrade! You're as grim with P 'ts in P tf per r- - calf! ;,ep a owl!" to talking of places we had known In other hereupon we fell peo-an- d can o of spent the next day together, and he evening, at my hotel, he crltl-my effects while I packed, In his & d Ironical vein. i thol fou're not going to take those ' i ' w with you, I hope! He Indl-'vn 1,( the rifles and several revolvers rket h I lf brought from the closet and id of upon the bed. They make me be lot sick for the V, Jungle." tn drew from Its cover the heavy 7JJP 1 had used last on a leopard hunt r Jf tented Its weight nsoll 'recluus little use you'll have for ' Bettor let me take It back to erect I ire1 sl Hod to use on the landlords. our seek we to are never Jack, c f 1 uics together again? We lilt it off B ' reCSr-well, old man, come to think of dont like to lose you." bnt over the straps of the rifle-1 Coo-- 1 ' "You feeling pretty good now, ha, Raoul?" Raoul made no answer, he had faint ed for his fun. Marie spoke qufckly: and You stay wit him, Bete-nolrme, I run to house for fetch papa" "No," thundered Bete-nolr"Den, me, I stay wit Raoul and you go No! You going stay wit me. My God, I was scare! There was nothing for It then but to carry the cut youth to within shouting distance of M. Molse and it was well for the rogue that night that Marie had Inherited her father's fine physique along with Ills tender heart broke tho Stubbornly, Bete-nolrway with his brother's head on his bent bnck; plucklly Marie trod In his steps, the cut leg in a sling from her shoulder. Raoul came to and demanded to be loft alone while Bete-nolrand Marie went together for help, but to this neither of them would consent. Leave him alone, hurt, In the night It would take a harder heart than ever beat In a 'Cajan breast to do that "In 111 while we be to mile-post- ,' Raoul and den Bete-nolrcan make have big voice." papa hear. Bete-nolrBete-nolrdid not have a big voice. The woods bellowed and blared with the name of M. Molse before there came to them that startled stentor- "Yes, I Supposed You Weren't Look! ig able fortune left by his father In contemplating the wonders of the old world. It Is reported" That will do! Signs and wonders I have certainly beheld, and if I spent my patrimony I submit that I got my money back." I paid my bill and took a hansom with me, chaffing for the ferry, away drolly with his old zest. As the boat drew out Into the river a silence fell upon us, the silence that Is possible only between old friends. As I looked back at the lights of the city, something beyond the sorrow at parting from a comrade touched me. A sense of foreboding, ot coming danger, crept into my heart. But I was going upon the tamest possible excursion; for the first time in my life I was submitting to the direction of another, albeit one who lay In the grave. How, like my grandfather It waa to die leavMy ing this compulsion upon me! mood changed suddenly and as tho boat bumped at the pier I laughed. "Boh! these men!" ejaculated Larry. "What men?" I demanded, giving my bags to a porter. "These men who are In love, be said. "I know the signs, mooning, silence, sudden Inexplicable laughter! I hope Ill not be In jail when you're married." "You'U be In a long time If they hold you for that Here's my train. We talked of old times, and of future meetings, during the few minutes that Remained. "You can write me at my place of rustication, I said, scribbling "Annandale, Wabana county, Indiana," on a card. "Now If you need mo at any time I'll come to you wherever you are. You understand that, old man. with unnecessary care, but there Good by." a quaver In his voice that was not "Write mo, csre of my father he'll have my address, though this last row Larry Donovan. me with me now!" I exclaimed, of mine made him pretty hot. I passed through the gate and down "Hug upon him. 4 lather be with you than with the long train to my sleeper. Turning 0 at the Woman," Hs Said, Dryly. ready tumbling my trunks about, and after we 'had seen them piled upon his nondescript wagon I followed Dates do$n through the broad, quiet street of the village. There was more of Annandale than I had Imagined, and several tall smokestacks loomed here and there In the thin starlight "Brickyards, sir," said Bates, waring his hand at the stacks. "It's a considerable center for that kind of business." "Bricks without straw?" I asked, as we passed a radiant saloon that blazed upon the board walk. "Beg pardon, sir, but such places are the ruin of ment" on w filch remark I based a mental note that Bates wished to Impress me with his own rectitude. He swung beside me, answering questions with dogged brevity. Clear ly, here was a man who had reduced human Intercourse to a basis of necessity. I was to be shut up with him for a year, and he was not likely to prove a cheerful Jailer. My feet struck upon a graveled highway at the end of the village street, and I heard suddenly the lapping ot water. "It's tho lake, sir. This road leads right out to tho hoiiBe," Bates explained. I was doomed to meditate pretty gteadlly, I Imagined, on the beauty ot the landscape In these parts, and I was rejoiced to know that It was not all cheerless prairie or gloomy wood land. The wind freshened and blew sharply uion ua off the water, "The fishing's quite good In season. Mr. Glenarm used to take a great pleasure In .It. Iinss, yes. sir. Mr. Glenarm hclll there was nothing quite equal to a black bass. I liked the way the fellow spoke ot ray grandfather. He was evidently a loyal retainer. No doubt hs could summon from the pnst many picture of my grandfather, and I determined to encourage his confidence. (TU Ilk CUNTINUKD. , away. ' e e e e e ian: "Oul!" bellowed with all his 4 might: "By sixteen milepost Fetch wagon And Bete-nolr- e If you please," .Oul! The word wanged Its way with the hurtllng twist that only a Cajan tongue can give it and M. Molse was In the stable waking up his horse. Madame Molse was there, too, holding a light, buckling a strap too wlss to talk in an anxious time. When M. Molse turned with a husky "Goodbye, Bebe, I reckon I be back pretty soon," madame kissed him; but as the big monsieur climbed In heavily over one side of the wagon, his live Uttla madame flashed in over the other; lf there was trouble la store for her old man, Madame Molse was going to share It. The rattle of that rapidly driven wagon rang like a cheer to the anxious watchers by the mile post and yet at the sound of it, Marie rested Raoul's cut leg on a log and sitting down bcBlde It began to cry. What are you crying for now, La Pluie?" Raoul asked gontly. Oh," Marie sobbed to her knees, das going to make Camille feel so sorry when she find you been hurt like das Raoul tried to laugh. "I reckon, me, das going make Camille feel so proud when she find she got 111 sister so game like das. -- -- Dont you cry, Marie." Bete-nolr- e How' could HARD LABOR. Steadily, clearly, La Plule sent forth her hall with never a fear that he would fall her. Sometimes between the calls she spoke cheerily to Raoul who fainted with weakness and came to and fainted again; sometimes she prayed softly to the Holy Mother; and always she held her thumb bard down. She did not cry. "Bete-nolre- Bete-nolre!- ! " The night grew darker, deeper until La Plule could no longer see the leg across her knee. "Bete-nolre- " "La Plule!" The answering hall came like a leap of joy and the anxious question tore after it through the night "Tout va blen?" "Oul, Im wit Raoul There was no need for another call. ears had woodmans placed the sound. Marie heard the bushes breaking before bis rapid approach; heard the dry sticks snapping beneath his feet and I have stopped the blood, Bete-nolrmats I can't tear apron wit' one hand. I wish, me, you make light and tear apron. Raoul, be bave cut himself. Bete-nolrsnapped a match, broke i splinter from an old pine stump and put the torch Into Marios free hand. Kneeling beside her, he tore a strip from her apron and twisted it Raoul's badly cut tightly around calf. Then he spoke: "Me, I go to your papa's house to take back shovel and I hear madame aay you going stay la nult wit' 'Torino. But, me, I know Mathllde was dere. I fas scare'. I go to M. Rencau, he tell me, No! you ain't dere. I follow your track in big road till 'tls too dark to see. My God, I was scare." Mario's strong tired hand went up to his great thick shoulder. "Bete-nolre,- " she satd lovingly. A weak laugh came out of the gloom around Raoul's head. "And, me, I ain't priest Quelle pttle." "You better tank God you aint told him strolghtly. dead," Bete-nolr"I would be If It ain't been for La Plule, Raoul answered and so weakly Bete-nolre- e s, hit truth enduretb to all generation. VS THE SPIRIT AND FEAST OF THANKSGIVING Side by side with tho "long, unbroken custom banded down to us by our forefathers of setting apart annually a special day for Thanksgiving has also dwelt with us the Idea that we must have as nearly as practicable the same kind cf a feast as that enjoyed by tho first settlers uia tlioso viewFrom 9 sentimental shores. t, point this theory Is undoubtedly and would really work out beautifully were it not for certain changed conditions affecting our supply of seasonable provisions. A regulation plan of directions for getting up a proper Thanksgiving dinner even this year would suggest the providing of oysters, tuikeys, chicken for chicken pie, with vegetables, fruits, rich pastries, and delicacies In abundance. The Idea , Is to arrange a composite meal which shall comprise as nearly as may be the various fruits and products of the earth. And a good and praiseworthy Idea It is, too, lf only everybody had the wherewithal to purchase these fruits; but unfortunately this must be an oysterless and a turkeyless Thanksgiving for many persona. The causes contributing to this state of things cannot be discussed here; nor does It much matter to the man who enters a meat market and sees a turkey which he longs to purchase for hla family, but which he knows he cannot afford, Just why the commodity, with many others, Is so far beyond his means. The thing Is he knows It is beyond his means, and therefore he will have to do without It. He must to some extent give up the idea of trying to imitate that first Thanksgiving dinner In the forest. In Borne respects the preparation of that feast, or the obtaining the articles comprised In it, must have been a comparatively simple matter. The settlers had but to take down the fowling piece, go Into the woods, and bring home the wild game. Well filled oyster beds lay quite near the shore. The harvest was fruitful; grain, wild fruits, such vegetables as they knew bow to raise were abundant; nuts ot various kinds were plentiful what, then, was to binder tbe making ready a feast that should fitly supplement the public Thanksgiving rendered unto tbe Lord? There Is the point The feaBt la but the outward sign or token of that which underlies the whole Thanksgiving Idea. It Is tbe feeling In the heart, tbe sentiment of gratitude for good received, that, after all, constitutes the real Thanksgiving. With this feeling present the absence of tbe turkey, even though he Is everywhere acknowledged to be tbe king of the feast, need not be counted a misfortune. We are too apt to forget just how things were with the settlers. We take the Idea of that great historical feast Into our minds, and we overlook tbe dark shadows that must bave been In that first Thanksgiving picture. It would be a good thing If we would try to remember the "little graveyard by the water's edge," and make an effort to recall what the record says, that not one household In tbe New Massachusetts colony but had recently been visited by death or severe and protracted illness. But still the preparations for the feaBt went on, and at a convenient time they "solemnized a day of thanksgiving unto the Lord. Surely we can learn a lesson from the simple faith of these pious souls. We are not called upon to suffer tbe privations which were the lot of our forefathers, but any year may bring changed conditions which may l on necessitate more or less our part If the man who finds himself unable to a buy material for an expensive dinner knows that his family circle is complete and unbroken, and everybody In health and fully ablo to enjoy the dinner when It Is prepared, he surely has good and sufficient cause for thankfulness. cor--rec- to-da- 's e vt land. e hear? Bete-notr-e old thai brothers grabbed his hand. "Bete-nolre!- per-wit- treat if pro-- 4 the fat neck was your friend the r erlng, Id have a care of whats mg to me. I'd be quite sure that Hf nlnlng , grandfather should have a guardian for you, lad. You htnt to be trusted with money. Is bottle empty? Well, If that ;e of .one m four that . Beto-holr- sat down beside the But shaken girl and lifted her dropped head to bis shoulder: out the' redheaded Champetre boy You cry all you want, La Plule,' :hat had grown now such a wild, he comforted. "And lf any man on ooastlng fellow even his own sister Bayou say you can't cry when you want, he's going have to tick me. lespalred of him. " La Plule's voice car- And I reckon, me, be aint going ried far and true but the Champetre fine das easy, no! 1 i Story Pub. Co.) IT.alte a joyful nclit unto Uit tcrd Serve the lord with glad-netcome before hi pretence tvieb tlnaing. Know ye that the Cord he I 6odt It I be who hath made u$, and not we ourselvcn we are hit people and the theep of hit pasture. nter into hit gate with thanksgiving, a. 1 Into hit count with praise he thankful unto him and blest hit name. Tor the Ccrd it good. Hit mercy It everlasting, and all stssmster; (Copyright, by Dally La Plule." It was so Raoul Cham-petr- e had nlcknartied Marie Molse because of the frequency with which her tears fell and because they seemed at times unseasonable as summer showers. La Plule! Tte name had stuck as nicknames on the Bayou always do and what was worse, Marie had not outgrown the reproach. She still cried In season and out of it though she had grown to bo. a big girl, large Indeed for fourteen, stout and strong. But La Plule was not crying as she hurried homeward through that clear sunset though she was somewhat frightened to find herself out alone so late. Bright-eyed- , breathing deeply, she hurried along, taking the with the free, swift stride of her splendid strength. She should not have been out alone at this hour and she would not have been if things had gone as she had planned. She bad run over to the Reneau's expecting to stay all night with Vlctorlne and had found Mathllde Champetre already there as the guest for the night. Vlctorlnes bed would not hold more than wo so La Plule had paid a little visit and started to go home. But just then Mathllde began to tell about her brothers homestead. He was (dunning to be married soon and all the girls present knew the girl he w ea going to marry. Small wonder Mario forgot what time It was, until the long shadows scared her. But she would hurry! La Plule did hurry and she was fast gaining on the fading day whea a strange sound from the branch halted her. It was a queer Bound, a hoarse, weak croak as though some hurt thing was trying to Imitate the Bleu-viehalloo for help. ' La Plule stopped and listened. I wish to know, me, what das Is. Its hurt. . The cry cane again, weaker, more of a croak. ."It's hurt, yes! La Pluie left the road and went swiftly In search of the hurt thing. Breaking through the bushes, stooping, peering, on and on to the foot of a big bee-tre- e and "Ah, Marie! she said, soft voiced and pitiful. And it was a pitiful sight, that brave face paling there so swiftly In the ong, dry grass and the strong young sody growing lax and limp while the life went out of it in bright red spurts. 4. pitiful sight, but La Pluie did not :ry. She dropped on one knee Reside die fallen man, lifted the cut leg high m her other knee and pressed her humb down hard on that spurting xrtery. "I have stopped the blood, Raoul," ihe said. "Reste tranquil. I will call tor help, me." And upon whom should she call for xelp in this time of stress with only ler thumb between the Bayou's well oved rogue and death? Upon whom ihould she call? Who was it that tad shielded her since babyhood, :omforted her, fought for her. Who u iers son, think of It! hep ha Put jt your faith in a short upper ire and Her face never inspired any con-c- e 0 tom In me. hat will do. think you. I'll have States p it more of that mayonnaise if the iral gu er Isn't dead. I think you said compris grandfather died In June. A wd ast you of the fact reached nalndii! at Naples In October. Has It oc-e- d nent ( to you that there was quite an ornla Im there? What, may I ask. was executor doing all that time? You es in be sure he was taking advantage as aga:; e opportunity to look for the red, of in; gold. I suppose you didn't give brick i a sound for not keeping drubbing that r rabies hot with Inquiries for you?" and al e eyed me In that disdain for my at i: dity which I have never suffered any other man. 10, cop tt'ell, no; to tell the truth, I was il on 0 dng of other things during the Prcclan&tion. Fy F. H. LANCASTER CHAPTER III. Jin Inspired Cb;.nKsgivina self-denia- years of my life in the service of my country." "What were you in for?" '1 spent 15 Whistler's Grave. Whistler Is burled, not In Chiswick churchyard, where llogath lies, but In the cemetery that adjoins It, says the London Morning Post. No stone marks the grave of the artist, which is almost hidden by carefully tended flowers. A little fence of wooden trel Us protects it, and over fenoe and grave trailing ivy, geraniums anj, AFTER THANKSGIVING. The honeysuckle grow luxuriantly. grave Is beside the high wall of the cemtery, and partly sheltered by a wild plum tree, overgrown Just now by creepers, that has sprung up close Beyond the wall to the boundary. rise ancient yew trees sod the more ancient gray tower of Chiswick church, but modernity asserts itself in the incessant rattling and hammor-in- g from the torpedo boat works, whose long ranges of.black buildings separate these peaceful acres from the adjacent river. Momentum. Col. Corn (as he saw for the first time an automobllo going at a but thoin horsee must clip) By have gave that wagon a good start before they broke loose! Judge. e &&!&-- & How Johnny Green Dreamed Ho Looked. |