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Show STORYj THE HOUSE OF THOUSAND A CANDLES B y MEREDITH Safer ( NICHOLSON "TBE MAIN CHANCE," HANLIilN." Etc. ZEIM Liyjrum UN kj SuMwNaillll tv CHAPTER DL Continued. I beg you nut to uenliua It, Ur. Glenerm." little queer. If you lint It was hould gain any light un the subject, let me know." Certainly. sir. "And I believe, Hate, that wed better keep the blinds down at night. These duck hunters hereabouts arg reckless. You might atkirrntly tend to them now, and every evening hereafter." Ha gravely bade me good night and I followed him to the outer door and watched hht departing figure, lighted by a single candle that be had produced from his picket. I stood for several minutes listening to Ills step, tracing It through the hall below as far as my knowledge of the house would permit. Then, In unknown regions, I could hear the closing of doors and drawing of bolts. Verily, my jailer was a person of painstaking habits. I opened my traveling rase and distributed Its contents on the dressing (able. I had carried through all my adventures a folding leather photograph holder, containing portraits of my father and mother and of John Marshall Glenarm, my grandfather, and this I set up on the mantel In the little s:tllng-rooin- . It waa with a new and cnrlous Interest that I jieercd into y grandfather's shrewd old eyes. He used to come and go fitfully at my fathers house; but my father had displeased him In various ways that I seed not reclto, and my fathers death had left me with an estrangement which I had widened by my own acts. Now that I had reached my mind reverted to Pickering's estimate af the value of my grandfathers estate. Although John Marshall Glenarm waa an eccentric man, ho had ocen able to accumulate a large fortune; and yet I had tamely permitted the executor to tell me that he had died comparatively poor. In so readily accepting the terms of the will and burying myself la a region of which I knew nothing, I had cut myself off from the usual channels of counsel. If I left the place to return to New Tork I should simply disinherit myself. At Glenanu I was, and there I must remain to the end of the year. I grew bitter against Pickering as I reflected upon the ease with which ho had got rfd of me.a I had always satisfied myself that my wits were as keen as hla, but I felt now that I had stupidly put mysolf In bis power. world. I reflected, wanning the headlines. Hates bad placed me so that I faced the windows, an attention to my corn fort and safety that I appreciated. The broken ane told the tale of the shot that had so narrowly missed me the night before, 111 repair that today, sir," Hales rcmaiked, seeing my eyes upon the window. You know that I'm to spend a year on this place; I assume (hat you are 1 acquainted with the circumstances, said, feeling It wise that we should understand each other. Quite so. Mr. Glenarm." I'm n student, you know, and all I want la to lie let alone." This I threw in to reassure myself rather than for hla Information. It waa Just as well, I reflected, to assert a little authority, even though the fellow undoubtedly represented Pickering t.td received orders from him. In a day or two, or as soon as I have got used to the place, I shall settle down to work in the library. You may give me breakfast at seven-thirty- ; and dinner at luncheon at seven." Those were my late master'! hours, sir." Very well. And I'll eat anything you please, except mill ton broth, meat pie and canned strawberries. Strawberries In tins. Hates, are not well calculated to hit the spirit of man." I quite agree with you, air, if you will pardon my opinion. one-thirt- y And the bills" They are provided for by Mr. Pickering. He sends me an allowance for the household expenses." So you are to report to him, are you, aa heretofore?' I blew out a match with which I had lighted a cigar and watched the smoking end intently. I believe thats the Idea, sir." It Is not pleasant to be under com- - I suppose you all knew my grandWell, yes; you might say as w did, or you might say as we didn't. Hs wasn't Just the sort that you got next to In a hurry. He kept pretty nijch to himself. He built n wall there tc keep us out. h it he needn't have troubled hlmseli Were not the kind around here to module, and yon may be sure the summer people never bothered him." There was a tone of resentratnt in Ills voice, and I hastened to say; I'm sure you're mistaken about th purposes of that wall. My giandfathei was a student of architecture. It wax a hobby of hla. The house and wall were in the line of hla experiments, and to please his whims. I hojie tha people of the tillage won't hold any hard feelings against his memory oi against ne. Why. the labor there must have been n good thing for the people bereabouls." It ought to have been," laid the man gruffly; but that'a where the trouble comes in. He brought n lot of queer fellows hero under contract to work for him. Italians, or Greeks, or some sort of foreigners. They built the wall, and ho had 'em at work In side for half a year. lle didn't even let 'em out for air; and when they finished hla job he loaded 'em on to a train one day and hauled 'em away. That was quite like lilm. I'm sure,' I said, remembering with amusement my grandfather's secretive ways. I guess he was a crank all right,1 aid the man conclusively. It was evident that he did not can to establish friendly relations with the resident of Glenarm. He waa about 40, light, with a yellow beard and pale blue eyes. He was dressed roughly and wore a shabby soft hat Well, I suppose I'll have to assume responsibility for him and hla acts," I remarked, piqued by the fellow'a (Jh-nar- CHAPTER V. A Rad I looked out on the bright October morning with n renewed sense of Isoln Uos. Trees crowded about my windows, many of them atlll wearing their festal colors, scarlet and brown and gold, with the bright green of some stubborn companion standing out here and there with startling vividness. I put on an old corduroy outing suit and heavy shoes, rvaJy for a tramp abroad aad went below. The great library seemed larger than ever when 1 beheld It In the morning light 1 opened one of the French windows and stepped out on n atone terrace, where I gained n fair view of the exterior of tha house, which proved to be a modi fil'd Tudor, with Imttle-meat- s and two towers. One of the latter was only and to It and to other imrts of the house tho workmen's scaffolding still clung. lfeas of stone and plies of lumber were scattered about A great disorder. The house extended partly along the edge of a ravine, through which a slender creek ran toward the lake. The terrace became a broad balcony Immediately outside the library, and beneath It the water bubbled pleasantly around heavy stone pillars. Two pretty rustic bridges spanned the ravine, one near the front entrance, the other at the rear. My grandfather had projected hla house on a generous plan, but hurled as It waa among the trees. It Buffered the lack of periec-tlve- . However, on one side toward the lake was n fnlr meadow, broken by n water-toweand just beyond the west dividing wall I saw a little chapel; and still farther. In the same direction, the outlines of the buildings of St, Agatha's were vaguely perceptible In another atrip of woodland. The thought of gentle nuna and schoolgirls as neighbors amused me. All I naked was that they should keep to their own side of the wall. I heard behind me the careful step of nates. Good morning. Mr. Glenarm. I trust you rested quite well, sir." IKS figure was as austere, hla tone as respectful and colorless as by night. The morning light gave him a pallid cast lie Buffered my examination coolly enough; hla eyes were, Indeed, the heat thlag about him. "Tea may breakfast when yon like, air. end thus admonished I went Into Tam-o'Shantc- half-finishe- r, A City Nearly as Dirty as New York. POET-RIDD- SPOTS EN IN ERIN Piacee Juat as Baautiful as Killarney That Have Not Baen Contaminated with Surplus Rhymes and Herded Tourists. By CHARLES BATTELL LOOMIS. Killarney, Ireland. They told me that Cork was a very dirty city.- - They even said It was filthy, and they aald It iu such a way as to reflect on Irishmen in general and Corkonlane in particular. Yes. they said that Cork waa a dirty city, and so 1 found It almost aa dirty as New York. This may sound like a strong statement but I mean It When I arrived in Cork I aaw a hill and made for it at once, because after railway travel there la nothing that so takes the klnka out of a fellow'a legs as a walk up a stiff hill. And anyhow I waa on a walking tour. I arrived at the top about sunset. On reading this sentence over 1 find that It sounds aa If the hill waa an all day Journey but It waa only a matter of a few aqiiarea, and when I started the sun had long since made up Its mind to set. In Ireland the aun takes on Irish ways, and la just a little dilatory. It always means to set, and It always does set In time to avoid being out In the dark, but It'a an unconscionably long time a dying. At the summit of the hill I aaw a church steeple that appealed to my esthetic sense, and I asked a little boy what church It waa. "Shandon churrch. Birr, aald he with the rapid and undulating utterance of the Corkoulan. Where the bells are? aald I. Yes, aald he, smiling. "And over beyont Is the Lee: The pleasant watera of the river Lee, I quoted at him, and he smiled again. Probably every traveler who goes to Cork quotes the lovely old bit of doggerel, but the Corkonlan smiles and smliea. The river Lee runa through the center of Cork, and nt evening It ia n favorite place for fishing, also for learning to swim on dry land. The fishermen seem to fish for the love of casting, nnd the little boys swim on the pavement two pursuits aa useless aa they are pleasant Over the bridge the fishermen leaned, and cast their lines In anything but pleasant places for the river la malodorous end the little iejm stood on dived tn the pavement Ipft'fes-.anwhere they epat and then went through the motions of swimming. There were dosena of the little boys, and most of them seemed to be brothers. Some of them were quite expert in diving backward, and nil of them were dirty, but they seemed to be happy. I could not help thinking how soon the Celtic mind begins to uae symbols, for It waa easy to see, that when the boys spat It signified n watering place to them. I dare say they were breaking a city ordinance In spitting and if they knew that they were that much happier stolen sweets are the sweetest Were not the kind around hen to meddle. to feel your freedom curtails I, to be conscious of espionage. I arose without a word and went into the hall. You may like to have the keya," pulsion, said Hates, following mo. Then's two for the gates in the outer wall and one for the St Agatha's gate; they're marked, as you we. And here's the hall door key and the boat house key that you asked for last night." After an hour spent In unpacking I went out Into the grounds. 1 thought It well to wire I'lckcring of my arrival, and' I set out fur Annandale to send him a telegram. I found tho gate through which we had entered the grounds the night before without difficulty, and started off in an amiable state of mind. My perplexity over the mysterious shot was passing away under the benign Influences of blue sky and warm sunshine. A few farm folk passed me In the highway and saluted me In the fashion of the country, lnsicctlng my knickerbockers at llie same time with When I reached frank disapproval. the lake I gnxed out upon Its quiet waters with satisfaction. At the foot of Annandale's main street waa a dock where several small steam craft and a number of rut boat a were being dismantled for the winter. Aa I passed a man approached the dock in a skiff, landed and tied his boat He passed at a quick pace, then turned and eyed me with rnatic directness. Good morning! 1 said. Any ducks about?" He paused, nodded and fell Into step with mo. No, not enough to pay for the trouble." I'm sorry for that I'd hoped to pick up a fow." I guess you're a stranger In these parts, he remarked, eyeing me agnln, my knickcrhorkers no doubt marking mo aa an alien. "Quite aa My name la Glenarm, and I've Juat come. "I thought you might be him. We've the refectory. A newspaper lay at my plate; It waa rather been expecting you here la the the moralaga laaae of a Chicago dally village. I'm Mm Morgan, caretaker I via. then, not wholly oat of the of the res artn houses up the lake.1 We had reached the center of the village, and he left me abruptly, crossing the street to one of the shops I continued on to the railway station, where I wrote and paid for my message. The station master inspected me carefully as I searched my pockets for change. You want your telegrams delivered at the house?" he asked. Yes, please," I answered, and he turned away to hla desk of clicking Inal runients without looking at me again. It seemed wise to establish relations with the poHtofllcc, no I made mysell known to the girl who stood at the d livery window. You already have a box, she advised me. "There's a boy carries thf mall to your house; Mr. Hates hlret him." Hates hnd himself given me this In formation, but the girl scented to fint pleasure in imparting it with a ccr tain severity. I then bought a cake ol soap at the principal drug store and purchased a package of smoking tobacco, which I did not need, at a grocery. News of my arrival had oildentlj reached the villagers; I was conceited enough to Imagine that my presence waa probubly of interest to them; but the station master, the girl at the post offlee and the clerks in the shops treated me with an unmistakable cold reserve. There waa a certain evenness of the chill with which they visited me. aa though a particular degree of frigidity had been agreed on In advance. (TO BE OONTINGKP.) Might Head Her Off. Henry," eald Mrs. reck. I am going to get n phonograph and talk Into It. so that ir I happen to die first you can still hear my voice. Perhaps, replied Henry, fully, I will die first. Houstea Post w or Poe's words), statues of a gives Wi ia tks wmM, waft 6y Ik jar The coated boy and girl. factories b tks werld, sal mM ly tks knt 1 I asked a man when the belli bebest Jewelry Stare in Utah. i to I for had been told that gan ring, Tksl is tka wkalt story, sxcsft tkal vs ft(U they only rang at night.) to keep price Jews. of an hour, alrr, Every quar-rte- r theyll be rlugiug in a couple of minutes. sirr," One likes to Indulge In jt bit of sentiment sometimes, aud 1 stood and waited to hear the bells of Shandon that sound so grand ou the pleasant waters of the river Lee. I had left the e Lee to the fishermen and the SALT LAKE CITY. UTAH swimmers, but the bells would ouud sweetly here under the tower that held them. MADE HIS HOME A FORTRESS. A minute passed, and then another, and then I heard music music that Tanant Had Neat Way of Shutting called forth old memories of days long Out Undcslrabls Visitors. since dead. How It pealed out Its de"Alterations to ault tenant" was a light on the (Icy) air of night. And how well I knew the tune: part of the sign In a Philadelphia Down Where the Wurzhurger building, telling that a loft over tha Flows." store waa to let. One day lately a No, it was not the chlmea but n prospective tenant applied and nurse in the hospital at n piano. Behimself as pleased with the fore she had finished, Shandon bells location and quarters, as well as the began, but what they played did not terms. As to alterations ha bad only blend with what ahtMiang, and I went or.e thing to suggest, namely, that the on my way thinking on the potency stair steps be fixed to the top floor of music. with a pair of stout binges, nnd cords I passed on down where the River be attached so that they might be Lee flowed, and the fishermen were raised and lowered. In n way best Ilatlll fishing, but the little buys had lustrated perhaps by the attachments tired .f swimming. of a fire escape. Auxlous to get a Two signs met me at nearly every tenant and seeing no particular objeccorner. One read, James J. Mnrpby tion to, this arrangement, the landft Co.," and the other Beamish ft lord complied. His tenant, a quiet Crawford," or Crawford ft Beamish, man. was went to go to hla quarter! I forget which. Both marked the early in the forenoon and at once places of publicans (and sinners. draw tho steps up to the celling. A I doubt not), and both were brewers few only of hla many visitors, those. names. The publican's own name In fact, who gave a peculiar whistle, never appeared, but these names were were Accommodated by the lowering omnipresent. of the steps. Tho others were IgAgain I thought of Shandon Bella, nored. The lundlord, fearful lest some and the romantic song, Down Where unlawful transactions might begolng the Wurxburger Flows, and leaving on In hla building, called upon the the Lee still flowing I sought my ho- tenant for an explanation. Oh, waa tel. the reply, my friends have the I would like to make a revolutionwhistle. The other fellows are credary statement, that la more often itors." The hinges' are ctlll working. thought than uttered, but before I make It, I would like to say that ICELANDERS ARE LONG LIVED. there are two classes of travelers: those who think there la nothing In Average Age There Double Mean Duration of Human Life. Europe that compares with similar things in America, and those who It would bo Interesting to know If think there la nothing In America that can hold a candle to similar things any part of the world beats Iceland in the average length of life of Its In Europe. I hope I belong to neither class. If Inhabitants. It Is shown In the census I mistake not, I am a Pharisee, and of 1905 that on an average the people thank my stars that I am not aa other of that island live to the age of 61.S men are. Most of us are Pharisees, years, which la very nearly double the mean duration of human life as It but few will admit It. I began being a Pharisee when I waa computed a generation ago, Swewaa a small child, and that la the den and Norway are regarded as very healthful countries, hut Iceland takea time that moat people begin. I kept It up. In this, I am like the the palm In longevity, the mean duration of life In Sweden being 60.02 multltudf. Having thus stated my position, let years and In Norway 49.94 years. are me go on to say, that I am perfectly Some of Icelands earthquakes but on the whole the willing to admit that this or that bit nerve-rackinlives of most of Its simple and Indusof scenery in France, or Switzerland, or England, or Ireland, lays over any- trious Inhabitants slip along with few thing of the sort I ever aaw In Ameri- Incidents that unduly stimulate or deca, If I think It does, and I am equally press the pulse. Summer and winter willing to any, that America has al- the same old mall boat from Leith teams Into the harbor of Reykjavik most unknown bits, that are far betn every three weeks, but very rarely ter than admired, and bringa news that touches Iceland so places in Europe. Twin Lakes in Connecticut la one closely as to make excitement In fact the little Island enjoys many of n of them, and Killarney la a the advantages of civilisation and place. Why, even in Ireland, there are avolda most of its drawbacks, Chrisplaces just aa lovely as Killarney, tian Advocate. but they have not been written up, A Hard Task. and so no one goes to visit them. A Chicago man tella of n resident of I felt that one of the worst things that city who had been unsuccessful about Killarney waa the American lu one venture after another. At last sightseer, and I came away soon. however, he made a large aum of Cooks Tourists have never heard of money by means of an invention In Twin Lakes, thank fortune, and It will car wheels; and very soon thereafter be some time before they (the lakea) hla family, consisting of hla wife and are spoiled. two young daughters, were to be seen The Lakea of Killarney are so beau- taking their dally outing in a motor tiful that they are worthy of the pen car. One day the three were of a poet, but the pen of a poet does driven rapidly through the park, being while not make any lake more beautiful, and a look of painful I am quarreling because so many peooverspread the features of the Inple refuse to believe the evidence ventor's wife, aa she sat bolt upright, of their own senses, and take their looking straight before her. "Now, natural beauties at the say so of an- ma," came In clear tones from one of other. the daughters, whose keen face waa There Is a tower going up In New alive with enjoyment, "now. ma, can't York at present, a tower that with the you loll back and not look as ilf the exception of the Eiffel Tower, Is the water waa boiling over?" Youths tallest on earth. Companion. Many persons look at It. reflect that Its Is a skyscraper, and then dismiss World's Oldest Republics. So far as practical consideration! go it as therefore, hideous. But It la really very bcautilul, and seen from cer- Switzerland la the oldest of surviving tain vantage point!, it la architectural- republics. Two puny republics, however, long antedate the Helvetic conly one of the glories of New York. If it ever gains a reputation for federation and In strict accuracy one beauty, you will find persona raving of these two must be the oldest reclass It among the public of all now in existence. One of over it, who y them Is the republic of San Marino In "hideous skyscrapers.' A hundred years ago there were Italy, on Mount Tltano, the oldest some skysrraiters In Switzerland, and state In Europe nnd one of the smallthey were thought to be hideous. Aft- est In tha world. The other is the reer awhile, a man with a poet's eyes public of Andorra in the Pyrenees, and a courageous tongue visited them, made Independent by Charlemagne. and he said the Alps are beautiful." No fixed date can be assigned to either When their reputation for beauty of these, both are mediaeval relics, waa established, travelers left the re- and San Marino may be Identified gion round about the Rockies to go even before the middle ages began. and rave over the beauties of SwitzWhy Letters Are Unwritten. erland. not keep up writing-desWhy supThat'a all. plies Just as conscientiously ns those (Copyright, ISO?, by W. Q. Chapman.) tor the pantry? asks a writer. Few household! would get along a week Diamond Diggers. without sugar, salt or soap, yet how Divers work as diamond diggers In letters are unanswered for the' South Africa. They work In Icy cold many lack of a good pen, a stamp or an enblack darkness. About water and velope? It la not the expense, hut three and a half miles down the river lack of from Klerksdorp a wire rope Is icient or thought, that keeps an Insuffmeager supply of the necesstretched across the Vaal river from articles on hand. the Transvaal to the Orange River col- sary ony aide, by means of which a large cow Is placed In midstream, where the dlvera descend and work In from 48 to 62 feet of water. At present they summer and warm In winter have no light and work for three or keepa the walla dry. It la, In cold water and Intense wry four hours destructive to woodwa darkness. All they are able to do at lng the Joints apart. present la to grope around, move the big boulders with crowbars and scrape Handicapped Femlnlnl up the smaller stuff from the bed of Nothing can be more unlut d the river, emptying it luto a large woman than to be born wire drum, which takea about a without attractions plain of half an hour tc All. tarta life even more severe Ing just before reached It the Green- - capped than a man without Ladies Field. bt father hereabouts. During the time I watched the setting sun which was still at It and, by the way, performed some lovely variations on n simple color scheme In the sky not even an eel was caught, bnt the fishermen cast under the bridge, let their bait float down the (un) pleasant waters, and drew in their lines again and again mute examples of a patience that one does not associate with Ireland. At last I left them and started out to find Shandon church which seemed but a few squares away. My pathway led through the alums, and up a hill so steep that I hope horses only use it as a means of descent. I passed one fireside where tho folks looked cosy and happy and warm. It was a summer evening, but chilly, and the place Into which I looked was a shop for the sale of coal. Shoemakers children are generally barefooted, but these people were burlng their own coal, and the moth-- ' cr and the dirty children sprawled around the store or home, In a shadow casting way, that would have delightif be had ed Mynheer Rembrandt passed by. I was struck with the population of Cork. It was most of It on the sidewalk. and nearly all of It was under 10. pretty faces, too. among them, and happy looking. I think that symbeen wasted on pathy would have them. They had so much more room than they would have In New York, and they were not any dirtier than New Yorkers of the same class. After I had reached the top of the hilL I turned and looked for Shandon churth nnd it waa gone. I asked a boy what had become of It, and he told me mr w,nlin wa? that In toll0'1 known aa convolutions the throagh aa from the far I had gotten streets, 1 couW ,n the time He church to go to how Just me pleasantly. told It involved ret to the church, and hill nnd of the foot the to colng Bgnin. of times after I ashed a number courteous but that nnd slwaysThegotIrish are great answers. rairfd A Slight Difference. Corkonlan could hand-lea- s the hut Friend Well, did you get your corv-righ-t talkers, himself with a morning's silence, for that last work? hla brothers from other counbeat Author (mournful1 r I I did. but the and . before evening. Haiti more Amen. ties printers didn't church, pass-u- J jaat I came on the curious I to quote three make-believ- poet-ridde- poet-ridde- to-da- k Iron-boun- , |
