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STORY
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THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author of "THE WAIN CHANCE."
CAMERON," Etc.
ZELDA
Copyright 1905 by Bo libs-Merrill Co.
CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
"But I suppose the Sisters are awful-
ly strict."
"They're hideous,—perfectly hide-
ous." '
"Where is your home?" I demanded.
"Chicago, Louisville, Indianapolis, Cin-
cinnati, perhaps?"
"Humph, you are dull! You ought
to know from my accent that I'm not
from Chicago. And I hope I haven't
a Kentucky girl's air of waiting to be
flattered to death. And no Indianapo-
lis girl would talk to a strange man at
the edge of a deep wood in the gray
twilight of a winter day,—that's from
a hook; and the Cincinnati girl is with-
out my elan, esprit,—whatever you
please to call it. She has more Teu-
tonic repose,—more Gretchen of the
Rhine valley about her. Don't you
adore French, Squire Glenarm?" she
concluded, breathlessly, and with no
pause in her quick step.
"I adore yours, Miss Armstrong," I
asserted, yielding myself further to the
fry of idiocy, and delighting in the
mockery and whimsical moods of her
talk. I did not make her out; indeed,
I preferred not to! I was not then,—
and I am not now, thank God!—of an
analytical turn of mind. And as I
grow older I prefer, even after many a
Wow, to take my fellow human beings
as I And them. And as for women, old
or young, I envy no man his gift of re-
solving them into elements. As well
carry a spray of arbutus to the labor-
atory or subject the enchantment of
moonlight upon running water to the
flame and blow-pipe as try to analyze
the heart of a girl,—particularly a girl
who paddles a canoe with a sure stroke
and puts up a good race with a rabbit.
A lamp shone ahead of us at the en-
trance of one of the houses, and lights
appeared in all the buildings.
'If I knew your window I should cer-
tainly sing under it,—except that
you're going home! You didn't tell me
why they were deporting you."
"I'm really ashamed to! You would
sever—"
"Ob, yes, I would; I'm really an old
friend!" I insisted, feeling more like
an idiot every minute.
""Well, don't tell! But they caught
me flirting—with tie grocery boy!
Now aren't you disgusted!"
"Thoroughly! I can't believe it!;
Why, you'd a lot better flirt with me,"
I suggested boldly.
"Well, I'm .to be sent away for good
at Christmas. I may come back then
if 1 can square myself. My! That's
slang,—isn't it adorable?"
"The Sisters don't like slang, I sup-
pose?"
"They loathe ItV Miss Devereux,—
you know who she is!—she spies on us
and tells."
"You don't say so; but I'm not sur-
prised at her! I've heard about her!"
I declared bitterly.
! We had reached the door, and I ex-
pected her to fly; but she lingered.
"Oh, if you know her! Perhaps
you're a spy, too! It's just as well we
afcould never meet again, Mr. Glen-
arm," she declared haughtily.
"The memory of these few meetings
will always linger with me, Miss Arm-
strong," I returned in an imitation of
ler own tone.
"I shall scorn to remember you!"—
and she folded her arms under the
cloak tragically.
"Our meetings have been all to few,
Miss Armstrong. Two, exactly, I be-
.lieve!"
"Then you prefer to ignore the first
time I ever saw you," she said, her
land on the door.
"Out there in your canoe? Never!
And you've forgiven me for overhear-
ing you and the chaplain on the wall—
please!"
She grasped the knob of the door
and paused an instant as though pon-
dering.
"I make it three times, without that
one, and not counting once in the road
and other times when you didn't know,
Squire Glenarm! I'm a foolish little
girl to have remembered the first. I
see now how b-l-i-n-d I have been.
Good-by!"
She opened and closed the door soft-
ly, and I heard her running up the
steps within.
I ran back to the chapel, roundly
abusing myself for having neglected
my more serious affairs for a bit of
silly talk with a school girl, fearful
Jest the openings I had left at both
ends of the passage should have been
discovered. Near the chapel I nar-
rowly escaped running into Stoddard,
but I slipped past him, found my
Ian tern, pulled the hidden door into
place, and, traversing the tunnel with-
out incident, soon climbed through the
hatchway and slammed the false block
securely into the opening.
prise, an American stamp and post-
marked New Orleans. It was dated,
however, at "Vera Cruz, Mexico, De-
cember 15, 1901, and gave a charac-
teristically racy account of his efforts
to dodge the British detective who was
pursuing him. He hoped, he wrote, to
cross the borders into Texas, but de-
clared that he should keep clear of In-
diana, as he was unacquainted with
the Indian language.
Bates gave me my coffee in the
library, as I wished to settle down to
an evening of reflection without delay.
Larry's report of himself was not reas-
suring, despite its cheerful tone. I
knew that if he had any idea of trying
to reach me he would not mention it
in a letter which might fall into the
hands of the authorities, and the hope
that he might join me grew, I was
not, perhaps, entitled to a companion
at Glenarm under the terms of my
exile, but as a matter of protection in
the existing condition of affairs there
could be no legal or moral reason why
I should not defend myself against my
foes, and Larry was an ally worth
having.
My neighbor, the chaplain, had in-
advertently given me a bit of impor-
tant news; and my mind kept revert-
ing to the fact that Morgan was re-
porting his injury to the executor of
my grandfather's estate in New York.
Everything else that had happened
was tame and unimportant compared
with this. Why -had John Mai shall
Glenarm made Arthur Pickering the
executor of his estate? He knew that
I detested him, that Pickering's noble
aims and high ambitions had been
praised by my family until his very
name sickened me; and yet my own
grandfather had thought it wise to in-
trust his fortune and my future to the
man of all men who was most repug-
nant to me. I rose and paced the floor
in anger.
My rage must fasten upon some one,
and I passed him and went on into
the grounds. A whim seized me to
visit the crypt of the chapel and ex-
amine the opening to the tunnel. As
I passed the little group of school
buildings a man came hurriedly from
one of them and turned toward the
chapel.
I first thought it was Stoddard, but
I could not make him out in the mist
and in my uncertainty waited for him
to put 20 paces between us before I
followed.
He strode into the chapel porch,
with an air of assurance and I heard
him address some one who had been
waiting. The mist was now so heavy
that I could not see my hand before
my face, and I stole forward until I
heard the voices of two men distinctly.
"Bates!" «
"Yes, sir."
I heard feet scraping on the stone
floor of the porch.
"This is a devil of a place to talk
in, but it's the best we can do. Did
the young man know I sent for you?"
"No, sir. I kept him quite busy
with his books and papers."
"Humph! We can never be sure of
him."
"I suppose that is correct, sir."
"Well, you and Morgan are a fine
pair, I must say! I thought he nad
some sense and that you'd see to it
that he didn't make a mess of this
whole thing. He's in bed now with a
hole in his arm and you've got to go
on alone."
"I'll do my best, Mr. Pickering."
"Don't call me by name, you idiot
We're not advertising our business
from the housetops."
"Certainly not," replied Bates hum-
bl.y.
The blood was roaring through my
head, and my hands clenched as I
stood there listening to this colloquy.
Pickering's voice was—and is—un-
mistakable. There was always a purr-
:*■ «-
"Then You Prefer to Ignore the First Time I Ever Saw You 7s*
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Sir i
CHAPTER XIII.
Pair of Eavesdroppers.
I came down after dressing
fyg dinner, Bates called my attention
to a belated mall. I pounced eagerly
a letter in Lauraac® Donovan's
hand, bearing, to my sur-
A
When
and Bates was the nearest target for
It. I went to the kitchen, where he
usually spent his evenings, to vent my
feelings upon him, only to find him
gone. I climbed to his room and found
it empty. Very likely he was off con-
doling with his friend and fellow con-
spirator, the caretaker, and I fumed
with rage and disappointment. I was
thoroughly tired,—as tired as on days
when I had beaten my way through
tropical jungles without food or water;
but I wished, tn my Impotent anger
against I knew not what agencies, to
punish myself,—to Induce an utter
weariness that would send me ex-
hausted to bed.
The snow in the highway was well
beaten down and I swung off country-
ward past St. Agatha's. A gray mist
hung over the fields In whirling clouds,
breaking away occasionally and show-
ing the throbbing winter stars. The
walk and my interest in the alterna-
tion of star-lighted and mist-wrapped
landscape won me to a better state of
mind, and after tramping a couple of
miles, I set out for home. Several
times on my tramp I had caught my-
self whistling the air of a majestic
old hymn, and smiled,- remembering
my young friend Olivia, and her play-
ing In the chapel. She was an amus-
ing child; the thought of her further
lifted my spirit; and I turned into the
school park when I reached the outer
gate with a half-recognized wish to
pass near the barracks 'where she
spent her days.
At the school gate the lamps of a
carriage suddenly blurred in the mist.
Carriages are not common in this re-
gion, and I was not surprised to find
that this was the familiar village hack
that met trains day and night at An-
nandale. Some parent, I conjectured,
paying a visit to St Agatha's; possi
bly—and the thought gave me pleas-
ure—perhaps the father of Miss Olivia
Gladys Armstrong had come to carry
her home for a stricter discipline than
Sister Theresa's school afforded.
The driver sat asleep on his box.
Ing softness in It. He used to remind
me at school of a sleek, complacent
cat, and I hate cats with particular
loathing.
"Is Morgan lying or not when he
says he shot himself accidentallyV
demanded Pickering petulantly.
"I only know what I heard from
the gardener here at the school. You'll
understand, I hope, that I can't bo
seen going to Morgan's house."
"Of course not. But he says yon
haven't played fair with him, that you
even attacked him a few days alter
Glenarm came."
(TO BE COKTINUEXX)
KEEN INTELLIGENCE WANTED.
HEALTH BRINGS HAPPINESS.
A Story That Illustrates What Banks
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Invalid Once, a Happy Woman Now.
Mrs. C. R. Shelton, Pleasant Street,
Covington, Tenn., says: "Once I
seemed a helpless in-
valid, but now I en-
joy the best of health.
Kidney disease
brought me down ter-
ribly. Rheumatic
aches and pains made
every move painful.
The secretions were
disordered and my head ached to dis-
traction. I was in a bad condition, but
medicines failed to help. I lost ground
daily until I began with Doan's Kidney
Pills. They helped me at once and
soon made me strong and well."
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wont
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Dot, S
Of course, it may be all right—still,
you don't feel inclined to eat sau-
sages when you find your butcher has
removed to a shop next door to the
Home for Lost Dogs, do you?
Why Not?
He clasped her in a passionate em-
brace. The very sofa thrilled with
emotion.
"And one day, light of my life," he
cried, "you will be mine—all mine—all
of you! Those silken tresses, those
dear, darling, pearly teeth, that show
like seashore shells and are more
precious to me than the world's
wealth! Let me gaze on them, my be-
loved!"
Again the sofa thrilled and a shrill
voice from beneath startled the air:
"Why don't you take 'em out and
show him, sis?"
She shut her mouth with a snap.—
Tid-Blts.
His Death Due to Freak Hat.
A Merry Widow hat has caused the
tragic death of an innocent man in
Paris. He was sitting opposite the hat,
which was worn by a lady going to the
Bols de Boulogne. As he gazed at the
amazing construction It annoyed him
more and more, and as he gazed he
grew red in the face. Finally, he could
stand it no longer and ventured to re-
mark to the lady on the size of her
head covering. The lady resented the
criticism, and at her retort the man
fell in a fit and a few minutes later
was dead. Apoplexy had carried him
where it is to be hoped Merry Widows
cease from troubling.
An Undeterminable Temperature.
It was hot in his prabife address that
Senator Beverldge related this story,
but at an Informal gathering of con-
genial spirits. "Whew I was a boy in
Adams county," he saiii, 'Madge Blank,
was taken very ill. The doctor called
regularly; but the judge kept getting
worse. Finally the crisis came The
morning after the doctuz called at the
judge's house. 'I hope your master's
temperature is lower than it was test
evening,' said he to the butler.
" Th not so sure about thaC replied
the man; 'he died, sir, in tfce- night.r"
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A Good Turn.
"Here, wake up," cried Subbubs, ap-
pearing on his porch in his pajamas.
"You've got a nerve to be sleeping in
our hammock."
"Nerve?" replied the hobo, sleepily.
"Why, I'm a benefactor; if it wasn't
fur me holdin' dis hammock down de
mosquitoes would 'a' lugged it off
long ago."
"Nails."
"Nails are a mighty good thing—
particularly finger nails—but I don't
believe they were intended solely for
scratching—though I used mine large-
ly for that purpose for several years.
I was sorely afflicted and had it to do.
One application of Hunt's Cure, how-
ever, relieved my itch and less than a
box cured me entirely."
J. M. WARD, Index, Texas.
Wouldn't Go Alone.
At a recent entertainment in a
colored church of Washington the
master of ceremonies made this un-
usual announcement:
"Miss Bolter will sing 'Oh, that 1
had wings like a dove, for then would
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A Deadly Brigade.
"So your son is now a soldier, hoy,
Uncle Ben?"
"Yes, sah; he's done jlned de mali-
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Smokers appreciate the quality value of
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No man on earth is rich enough to
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WIFE WON
Pierce Jay, the commissioner of
banks of Massachusetts, at the Ameri-
can Bankers' association's convention
in St. Louis, advocated a better ac-
counting system
"But above all," said Mr. Jay, In a
discussion of his Idea, "we want Intel-
ligence, if embezzlement Is to be thor-
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but intelligence is better, and In casb-
iere and tellers and bookkeepers and
note clerks we want the same keen,
quick intelligence that characterized
old Capt. Hiram Cack of Gloucester.
"Cack lay very ill. One day he got
down-hearted, feeling that his case
was hopeless.
" 'I fear, doctor,' he said, 'there Isn't
much hope for me.'
" 'Oh, yes, there is,' the doctor an-
swered. 'Three years ago I was in
your condition precisely, and look at
me now.'
"Cack, Intelligent and alert, said
quickly:
"'What doctor did you havef
Driven To It.
He—She married a worthless c <)ble-
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She—How did that happen?
He—Despondency. She was Jilted
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Husband Finally Convinced.
Some men are wise enough to try
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A very "conservative" Ills, man,
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