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Show I My parents died when I was a child, and he had cared for me a3 fur back as my memory ran. He had suffered me to spend the fortune left by my father without restraint; he had expected much of me, and I had grievously disappointed him. It wag his hope that I should devote myself to architecture, a profession for which he hej the greatest admiration, whereas I had Insisted , on engineering I am not w . n apology for my life, and I sha iempt to extenuate my conduct t going abroad at the end of my course at Tech and, making Laurance Donovans acquaintance, setting off with him on a career of adventure. I do not regret, though possibly It would be more to my credit If I did, the months spent in leisurely following the Danube east of the Iron Gate Laurance Donovan always with me, while we urged the villagers and to all manner of sedition, acquitting ourselves so well that, when we came out Into the Bladk sea for further pleasure, Russia did us the honor to keep a spy at our heels. I should like, for my own satisfaction, at least, to set down an account of certain affairs In which we were concerned at Belgrad, but without Larrys consent I am not at liberty to do so. Nor shall I take time here to describe our travels In Africa, though our study of the Atlas mountain dwarfs won us honorable mention by the British Ethnological Society. These were my yesterdays; but y 1 sat In Arthur Pickerings office In the towering Alexis Building, conscious of the muffled roar of Broadway, discussing the terms of my grandfather Glenarms will with a man whom I disliked as heartily as it Is safe for one man to dislike another. Pickering had asked me a question, and T was suddenly aware that his grandfather shabbily. SERIALS vSTOR m THE HOUSE OF THOUSAND A i CANDLES B y MEREDITH Aslhor .1 "THE MAPI UAMEION. Uowrlglit 1VU6 NICHOLSON CHANCE. ZELDA tic. Co. b CHAPTER I. The Will of John Marshall Glenarm. Pickerings letter bringing news of mf grandfather's death found me at John Naples early In October. Inn-loafe- Glenarm had died in June, leaving a will which gave me his property conditionally, Pickering wrote, aad It was necessary for me to return Immediately to qualify as legatee. It was by the merest luck that the letter came to my hands at all, for it had keen Bent to Constantinople, In care l Instead of my ef the banker there, and It was not Picker-log'- s fault that the consul was a friend f mine who kept track of my wanderings and was able to hurry the executor's letter after me to Italy, where I had gone to meet an English financier who had, I was advised, unlimited onry to spend on African railways. I am an engineer, a graduate of an American institution familiarly known as "The Tech, and as my funds were nmalng low I naturally turned to my profession for employment. But this letter changed my plans, ad the following day I cabled Pick-riaof my departure and was outward bound on a steamer for New Tortc. Fourteen days later I sat in Ptokerngs office in the Alexis Build-laand listened intently while he read, w th much ponderous emphasis, the prr Melons of my grandfather's wtH. W ion he concluded I laughed. Pkdcorin was a serious man, and I was glad o see that my levity pained him. I 1. .d. for that matter, always boen a sc tree of annoyance to him, k of distrust and rebuke ad his did not tro hie me In the least. I reacliec. across the table for the paper, and Lj gave the sealed and copy of John Marshall Glen-arm- s will Into my hands. I read It through for myself, feeling conscious meanwhile that Pickerings cool gaze was bent inquiringly upon me. These re the paragraphs that Interested me Marshall consul-genera- to-dli- an old friend of his, Miss Evans, known s Sister Theresa. Miss Dever- eux is Sister Theresas niece. I whistled. I had a dim recollection that during my grandfather's long there were occasional reports that he was about to marry. The name of Miss Evans had been men tioned in this connection. I had heard It spoken of in my family, and not, 1 with much kindness remembered, Later I heard of her joining a Sister hood, and opening a school somewhere in the West And Vliss Devereux, Is she ar elderly nun, too? I don't know how elderly she Is but Bhe isnt a nun at present Still shes very much alone In the world and she and Sister Theresa are ver) Intimate. "Pass the will again, Pickering while I make sure I grasp these divert ing Ideas. Sister Theresa Isnt tlw one I mustnt marry Is she? Its th other ecclesiastical embroidery artist the one with the "x In her name suggesting the algebra of my vanish ing youth. I read aloud this paragraph:1' "Provided, further, that In event said John Glenarm aforesaid shall marry the said Marian Devereux, or in the event of any promise or contract of marriage between said persons within live years from the date of said John Glenarms acceptance ot the provisions of this will, the whole estate shall become the property absolutely of St. Agathas School, at Wabana county, Indiana, a corporation under the laws ot said e, state. t "For a touch of comedy commend me to my grandfather! Pickering, felyou always were a low, Ill turn over to yon all my right. well-meanin- g Interest and title In and to these an- - g g 1 most: "I give and devise unto my said grandson, John Glenarm, sometime a resident of the city and state of New York, and later a Vagabond of parts unknown, a certain property known as Glenarm House, with the lands and hereditaments thereunto pertaining nd hereinafter more particularly de- p- scribed, and all personal effects, goods ad other property that may be located in the premises and on the land herein described, the said realty lying In the county of Wabana in the state of Indiana, upon this condition, faithfully and honestly performed: "That said John Glenarm shall remain an occupant of Bald Glenarm Hsubo and of my lands appurtenant thereto, demeaning himself meanwhile ta an orderly and temperate manner. Should he fail at any time during said year to comply with this provision, s&id property shall at once revert to my general estate, shall become, with-mt- t reservation and without necessity any process of law the property, absolutely, of Marian Devereux, of the county and state of New York. tTell," he demanded, striking his bauds upon the arms of his chair, what do you think of It? For the life of me I could not help laughing again. There was. In the fiipt place, a delicious irony In the fact that I should learn through him sf mjr grandfathers wishes with to myself. Pickering and I had grown up in the same town In Vermont; we had attended the same preparatory school, but there had been Irom boyhood a certain antagonism between us. He had always succeeded wjiere I failed, which Is to say. 1 must admit, that he had succeeded pretty When I refused to settle frequently. down to my profession, but chose to setfc something of the world first, Pick- eAng gave himself seriously to the law, and there was, I knew from the beginning, no manner of chance that he would fall. I am not more or less than humafl, aid I remembered with joy that once I had thrashed him soundly at the prep school for bullying a smaller boy, but our score from school days was ot without tallies on his side. He was easily the better scholar I grant him that; and he was shrewd and plausible. You never quite knew the eactent of his powers and resources, aad he had, I always mantained, the most amazing good luck, as witness the fact that John Marshall Glenarm bad taken a friendly interest in him. It was wholly like my grandfather, Nhe was a man of many whims, to lve his affairs Into Pickerings keeping; snd I could not complain, for I had missed my own chance with him. It was. I knew readily enough, part of my punishment for having succeeded so signally In Incurring my grandfathers displeasure that he had made it necessary for me to treat with Arthur Pickering in this matter of the Will; and Pickering was enjoying the situation to the full. But there was something not wholly honest In my mirth, for my conduct during the three preceding years had been reprehensible. I had used my V Well, What Do You Think of eyes were fixed upon me and that he gelic Sisters. Marry! I like the Idea! I suppose some one will try to marry awaited my answer. What do I think of it? I repeated. me for my money. Marriage, PickerI dont know that It makes any dif- ing, Is not embraced In my scheme of ference what I think, but Ill tell you, life!" I should hardly call you if you want to know, that I call it Inmarryfamous, outrageous, that a man should ing man, he observed. leave a ridiculous will of that sort bePerfectly right, my friend! Sister Theresa was considered a possible hind him. AW the old money-bag- s who pile up fortunes magnify the Im- match for my grandfather In my portance of their money. They im- youth. Im quite out of it with her agine that every kindness, every ordi- And the other lady with the fascinanary courtesy shown them, is merely ting algebraic climax to her name, a bid for a slice of the cake. Im dis- she, too, impossible; it seems that 1 appointed In luy grandfather. He was cant get the money by marrying her a splendid old man, though God knows Id better let her take It. She's as he had his queer ways, ill bet a thou- poor as the devil, I dare say. I imagine not. The Evanses are a sand dollars, if I have so much money In the world, that this scheme is yours, wealthy family, In spots, and she Pickering, and not his. It smacks of ought to have some money of her own, your ancient vindictiveness, and John if her aunt doesnt coax it out of her Marshall Glenarm had nne of that In for educational schemes." And where on the map are these his blood. That stipulation about my residence out there is fantastic. 1 lovely creatures to be found? Sister Theresas school adjoins your don't have to be a lawyer to know that; and no doubt I could break the preserve; Miss Devereux has, I think, some of your own weakness for travel. anywill; Ive a good notion to try Sister Theresa Is her nearest relahow. To be sure. You can tie up the tive. and she occasionally visits St estate for a half dozen years if you Agathas thats the school. I suppose they embroider altar-cloth- s like, he replied coolly. He did not together and otherwise labor look upon me as likely to become a formidable litigant My staying qual- valiantly to bring confusion upon ities had been proved weak long ago. satan and his cohorts. Just the people to pull the wool over the eyes of as Pickering knew well enough. No doubt you would like that," I my grandfather! But Im not going to give Pickering smiled at my resentment. answered. Youd better give them a wide you the pleasure. I abide by the term of the will. My grandfather was a berth; they might catch you In their fine old gentleman. I shant drag his net. Sister Theresa is said to have name through the courts, not even quite a winning way. She certaisly to please you. Arthur Pickering, I de- plucked your grandfather. Nuns in spectacles, the gentle educlared hotly. The sentiment is worthy of a good cators of youth and that sort of thing, old man for their with a man, Glenarm, he rejoined. But this woman who is to succeed prey. None of them for me! I rather thought so. to my rights, I dont seem to rememremarked ber her. Pickering. and he pulled his watch It Is not surprising that you never from his pocket and turned the stem with his heavy fingers. He was short, heard of her. "Then she's not a connection of the thickset and sleek, with a square jaw, cousin whom I hair already thin and a family, no long-los- t mustache. Age, I mentally reflected, ought to remember? No; she was a late acquaintance of was not Improving him. your grandfather. He met her through (TO EE CONTINUED.) itr re-pe- j good-nature- close-clippe- CSCOSC. CCS090SOGG060600GS CASC OCS93COOO J attention WE PAY no to low grade - A BIT OF LIFE Jeweljr or Watches, but exercise great care in keeping prices low. By HELEN J. CLELAND tSooQoeoGcoeoGoooooaeosoQcoeosQosoeooooscooooeooQoc by Dally Story Pub. Co.) with lights. riages drawn up in front of the handTrinity church Is ablaze The chancel is fragrant with the per- some avenue home that he knows so The rustle of well. fume of rare exotics. I will see her! I will know from silken gowns Is heard as guests pass up the aisle. Voices are hushed and her own lips, be mutters as he anxious looks toward the western aughta anu passes in among tne door shor the eagerness with which guests. He reaches a quiet doorway they await the coming of the bridal where he can see and yet be unob party. served. He takes a long breath. One by one the carriages roll up, deHe sees Ah, how beautiful she Is! posit their fair burdens and pass the same clear cut features crowned down the other side of the street by that same beautiful hair that he Outside the thick flashes of snow had once reverently touched; the pure come down soft and fast. white throat rises like chiseled marble A sudden little gust of wind blows from the gleam of her wedding gown. a miniature avalanche around a corHer wedding gown! The wife of ner, and for a moment almost blinds another! the thought maddens him. a swiftly passing pedestrian, who suf- He cannot bear it. "Marian!" he fers accordingly from the unexpected groans and turns He will leave away. assault by bringing his umbrella in the house It is to stay agony only direct collision with that of some one he whl go away again all is over coming towards him. memory left that will never go! Both hurriedly look up, and both si- only He reaches the door and then as If multaneously grasp hands and ex- impelled by a will stronger than his claim: My dear boy! own enters the drawing-room- . "Pon my word, Geoff, where did She Is receiving her congratulayou drop from? gasps the younger tions with ease and grace alwayB charman. Odd thing, that, dye know. of Marian Strong, but toacteristic Bob Lathrop and I were speaking of day there is a restlessness, a tremor you this morning at the club; wonof excitement about her that she candered If one of your royal Bengals not conquer. Her eyes are nervously had taken a notion to swallow you the room; they look at scanning whole. Bob said: No. Trust Geoff one who enters. She gives a every for that; nothing so tame fox him. sudden gasp. A look of terror spreads Geoff! Bob Plucky man, suggested over her face and passing away, leaves some East Indian beauty and all that her deathly white. Some one Is apsort of thing; might be, you had said proaching, and with a superhuman good by to the land of your forefaeffort she controls herself. thers forever. But now old man, we I offer my congratulations, Welcome Mrs.May have you with us again. a low, steady voice is Wyman? back! Tell you, Im delighted! but she hears nothing. Faces The serious gray eyes of Geoffry saying, around her. have become indistinct. Thorne had reflected many lights durShe thinks she hears music someAt the mening his friend's speech. where. Her hand is held out mesadIn had tion of falling love, they and touched. chanically Geoffrey, dened perceptibly, but had relighted she cries faintly. It is as if with some sudden thought and Geoffrey! colder is and she stifling, growing yet turning to the other, he answered: each minute. No, Jack, It was not that Fighting Such a surprise!' the .voice Is sayIs are not half bad, and there tigers in well modulated tones. I only ing pretty girls all the world over, but to returned from India this morning tell you the truth, three years is a met Jack Lawrence on the street; he long time to knock around and Ive told me an old friend was being marcome to stay. The Etruria dropped ried at Trinity and gave me his card am I anchor six hours ago and here Such a surprise!" he repeated. tubbed, dressed and making for the Couldnt believe my own eyes had eh? club; pretty good time, to come to the house to be convinced. "Pretty good!" echoed Jack Lenox, You have mV best wishes, Mrs. WyBy the way, Geoff, I was man. I should like to absently. see you again, thinking instead of going to the club, but I sail I for England. suppose you take this card and drop had expected to remain in New York, Into Trinity there; wedding going on but my plans have been changed, old friend, I believe, too was goand with forced smile of adieu, he ing myself, but changed my mind. on and out in the cooling passes Good-by- , old man! Meet you at the Metropolitan!" and waving night room The grows suddenly dark to his hand, was off; saying to himself: Miriam. The light has gone from her "Odd thing, that just happened to life forever. think old flame of his, Marian Strong "Mrs. Wyman Is ill; the strain has wonder how hell take it! been too much for her! Is whispered Thorne glanced at the card care- around. As the guests leave the room, Please present this at the some one lessly. says: "Beastly custom, anychurch," stood Irresolute a minute, way, standing two hours. Poor girls! and then turned toward the long line I wonder there are not more cases of of carriages, saying: "Well, I might nervous after these wedprostration as well can go to the club later and ding receptions.. Is an old friend wonder Jack says it As Geoffrey boards the Kron Prinz who? and turning up his coat collar the next morning, a note is handed to the now icy wlad, says softly to him. Is only a little cream, crested It himself: Three long years and now and reads thus: back again! Back to Marian! How affair, told me you were dead; that They lovingly he dwells upon that name, you had been killed In a fight with dearer to him than all the world. natives. My letters were returned. "Marian! what will she say? Does Father urged me to marry Mr. Wyshe care? Who knows? Nothing but man, and at last I yielded. Oh Geofsilence all of my letters unanswerfrey! why did you come back too ed nothing left me but this little late? ring (bat she took off her finger the night I said Good by! and told me to Jack Lawrence hears the news of trust her and I have trusted. Can 1 Geoffreys departure next morning at I wonder?" wait until the club and twirls his mustache His thoughts were brought to an ab- thoughtfully as he says to himself: rupt close by the obnoxious umbrella By Jove! there must have been somecoming in contact with an awning thing in that old affair after all. Jack, stretched from the doorway of the It wasnt quite fair in you! Poor old Church to the street, under which he Geoff! then calls for a brandy and now passes and Into the glare. soda. The bridal party are at the altar. NEW- - DODGE OF THIEVES. From his seat near the door he hears the Impressive Episcopal service beto Mulct Bride of ing read, while the tender strain of Shrewd Scheme Presents. Wedding O de Koven's Promise Me softly steals through the heavy perfumed Lecoq, the detective, waved the reair. Now the notes have changed to back. porters a more joyous tone: the triumphant he said to Mrs. Van Madame, of Mendelssohn forth Bong pealing "take my advice and dont from master fingers. have a list of your daughters wedding They have turned and are slowly presents printed. passing down the aisle. Geoffrey beBut, regarding the blaze of diato a feel He bewildered. bit gins says the pale sheen of pearls and he cannot see distinctly, and yet, monds, of massed gold and silver the glitter there is something strangely familiar on the table, Mrs. Van Astorbilt long Gad, this collar chokes me! He said regretfully, rebelllously: turns nervously to loosen It. Oh, why not, Mr. Lecoq? They are nearing him. The bride Madame, Ill tell you, said the seems pale; and is it not a forced detective; and he began in great Bmile rather than a natural one that thrilling accents, while the reporters ligb'i the beautiful face? The look listened with an air of Incredulity and of bewilderment on Geoffreys face has displeasure: changed suddenly to one of horror "Madame, there Is a new dodge out and then to a misery that time will In the profesh. A crook gets a list never heal. There is spreading over of the presents at a fashionable wedhis face an ashy pallor that brings ding, and then forges a letter say in prominence every line; determina- from Mr. Brown, whose gift was a tion. too, is written there. rock crystal ewer and old Brown he mutters, can it be says in this here letter that he is My God! Marian? Marian, darling, come back, sorry to see the bride got two other come back! he whispers feverishly crystal ewers, and he wishes her to and stretches out his arms. return his to him by bearer, and hell Nothing but space answers him. The send her a rope of pearls in its place. warden taps him on hts shoulder. He Of course the bride complies. She looks hastily around and sees he is sends away the ewer, she waits for He steps out the pearls, and days, weCks, go by. alone In the church. int. the frosty air and looks around. The pearls don't arrive, but, for fear Where Is he? What has happened? of hurting Browns feelings, the bride Why is that heavy pain at his heart? says nothing to him about his strange and why does everything look so temissness, and thus the thief has Yes, yes, he sigh's, dreary? plenty of chance to get off. It alL Then the look of deCarefully worked, this dodge is termination comes back. ' almost bound to succeed, and lists of Hastily calling a cab. he jumps in valuable presents like these here and glivng directions to the driver should on that account never be made Is soon among the long line ot car public." (Copyright, er 170 iawst CITY, UTAH, SALT LAKE BUILDING OF A WITICISM. Point of Joke the 8ame Though Under Changed Conditions. The Bohemian had an article entiIn it tled, How a Joke Is Made. Marshall P. Wildef, the well known humorist, cites this story as an Illustration of one method. Here is & Btory with a joke In it about Labou-cherthe genial editor of London Truth. When he was standing for the borough of Northampton for the English parliament a little girl came up to her father and said: Papa, who made Mr. Labouchere? Why, Providence, my dear, answered the somewhat astonished parent. And what for, papa? Inquires the child. Now that isnt a bad Joke. It was natural, anyway. But listen to one of mine, which really has the same point, though it is brought out in a different way. A child and her mother are on the cars. Opposite them sits a young maa dressed jn the height of fashion. Says the child: Mamma, what is that? and, as she asks the question, she points to the young man opposite. Hush, my dear, answers the mother. 'But, mother, I want to know. To quiet the ch..d the mother whispers in her ear: He is what we call a dude, dear. The fchild persists as usual In gaining some more information. And who made 'him, mamma? 'Why, Providence, dear, of course, replies the mother sotto voice, whereat the child exclaims: Oh, mother, doesnt Providence like to have fun sometimes? You see, the stories are really alike. At all events, the point is the same. e, GIRL KILLED Clrd Had Attacked From A HAWK. Her When Driven Pigeons. A large hen hawk, weighing nearly fourteen pounds, attacked Miss Elolse M. Shields, 18, of Milton, Mass., while the young woman, accompanied by some friends, was spending the afternoon at the Blue Hills reservation. The party had Justiad their luncheon and were feeding some pigeonB when the hawk swooped down and started to carry off one of the pigeons in Its talons. Miss Shields quickly picked up a stone, and throwing it at the bird made it drop its prey. The hawk then attacked the girl and nestling on one of her shoulders started to beat her with its wing. After knocking off the bird with her hands Miss Shields picked up one of the tonic bottles, which the party had been using, and hitting the hawk a hard blow on its head, killed ft. Except for a few scratches the young woman was not Injured. Hurry. To our own age belongs the credit ot having raised hurry from the degraded position of a disease to that of a commercial process. Formerly hurry simply brought people to an early grave, with nothing to show for It, whereas now It Is become the means of transforming peace of mind, which is a solecism, 'to say the best of it, into ready money. Hurry has grown to te a great fact in life. Even the fashions take account of it, until women are found doing up their hair In such a way that they may go the speed limit without fear of Its coming down. And the best of hurry Is that It is Its own uffleient Justification. Nobody hurry to ,have any particular reason behind It any more. Life. Making Use of a Friend. (N. Y.) resident after a busy day was seated restfully at home when the telephone bell rang, says a New York letter. Meet me at the Waldorf within an hour, called an Intimate friend at the other end of the wire; must see you. Dont fall. Within an hour. Important Good-by- . The Harlemite grumbled, wondered why business should follqw a tired man Into his home, got into his boots, kissed his wife and hustled for the hotel. His friend was waiting for him in the Waldorf cafe. Well, Jim, he said, what is it? Whats up? What's up? echoed Jim. Why, Im as lonely as a castaway Want company some one to talk with. What will you drink? Jim is a bachelor. A Harlem Each His Work. If you cannot preach, then pray. It you cannot go, then give so that others may go. If you cannot sing, then sympathize. But In any event do not forget that Christ assigns by natural endowments to each man his work. Rev. M. E. Harlan, Disciple, Brooklyn, N. Y. The Jewel of Forgiveness. Nothing Is more moving to man than the spectacle of reconciliation; our weaknesses are thus indemnified and are not too costly, being the price we pay for the hour of forgiveness; and the archangel who has never felt anger has reason to envy the man who subdues it When thou forgivest, the man who has pierced thy heart stands to thee in the relation of the that perforates the shell of the mussel, which straightway closes the wound with a pearl. Richter. . sea-wor- k I 1 |