The Atlanta News. (Atlanta, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 43, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 11, 1908 Page: 3 of 8
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THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Alitor •! "TBI MAI* CHANCE,'
DAMEIQN." Etc.
ZELDA
Copyright 1906 by Bobbt-MerrUl Co.
CHAPTER VII.—Continued.
' One thing only I found—the slight
scar of a hammer-head on the oak
paneling that ran around the bed-
room. The wood had been struck
near the base and at the top of every
panel, for though the mark was not
perceptible on all, a test had evidently
been made systematically. With this
as a beginning, I found a moment
later a spot of tallow under a heavy
table in one corner. Evidently the
furniture had been moved to permit
of the closest scrutiny of the paneling.
' Glenarm House really promised to
prove exciting. I took from a drawer
a small revolver, filled its chambers
with cartridges and thrust it into my
hip pocket, whistling meanwhile Larry
[Donovan's favorite air, "The Marche
Funebre de Marionnettes." My heart
went out to Larry as I scented adven-
ture, and I wished him with me; but
speculations as to Larry's where-
abouts were always profitless, and
quite likely he was in jail somewhere.
The ham of whose excellence Bates
had hinted was no disappointment.
There is, X have always held, nothing
better in this world than a properly
baked ham, and the specimen Bates
[placed before me was a delight to the
eye,—so adorned was It with spices;
so crisply brown its outer coat; and a
taste,—that first tentative taste, be-
fore the sauce was added,—was like
a dream of Lucullus come true. I felt
ithat I could forgive a good deal in a
cook with that touch,—anything short
of arson and assassination!
"Bates," I said, as he stood forth
Where I could see him, "you cook
amazingly well. Where did you learn
[the business?"
"I can hardly say I know it, sir.
Tour lamented grandfather grew very
captious, Mr. Glenarm. I had to learn
to satisfy him, and I believe I did it,
sir, if you'll pardon the conceit/*
"He didn't die of goat, did he? I
can readily imagine it"
"No, Mr. Glenarm. It was his heart.
He had his warning of it."
"Ah, yes; to be sure. The heart or
the stomach,—one may as well fail as
the other. I believe I prefer to keep
my digestion going as long as possible.
Those grilled sweet potatoes again, if
you please, Bates."
The game that he and I were play-
ing appealed to me strongly. It was
altogether worth while, and as I ate
guava jelly with cheese and toasted
crackers, and then lighted one of my
own cigars over a cup of Bate's unfail-
ing coffee, my spirit was livelier than
at any time since a certain evening on
which Larry and I had escaped from
Tangier with our lives and the curses
of the police.
The day had offered much material
for fireside reflection, and I reviewed
its history calmly. There was, how-
ever, one incident that I found un-
pleasant in the retrospect. I had been
guilty of most unchivalrous conduct
toward one of the girls of St. Agatha's.
It had certainly been unbecoming in
me to sit on the wall, however unwill-
ingly, and listen to the words—few
Ihough they were—that passed be-
tween her and the chaplain. I forgot
the shot through the window; I forgot
Bates and the interest my room pos-
sessed for him and his unknown ac-
complice; but the sudden distrust and
contempt 1 had awakened in the girl
by my clownish behavior annoyed me
increasingly.
I rose presently, found my cap and
went out into the moon-flooded wood
toward the lake. The tangle was not
so great when you knew the way,
and there was indeed, as I, had found,
the faint suggestion of a path. The
moon glorified a broad highway across
the water; the air was sharp and still.
X followed the wall of St. Agatha's to
the gate, climbed up and sat down In
the shadow of the pillar farthest from
the lake. I drew out a cigarette and
iwas about to light it when 1 heard a
sound as of a step on stone. There
was, I knew, no stone pavement at
hand, but peering toward the lake I
saw a man walking boldly along the
top of the wall toward me. The moon-
light threw his figure into clear relief.
Several times he paused, bent down
and rapped upon the wall with an
object he carried in his hand.
Tap, tap, tap! The man with the
hammer was examining the farther
side of the gate, and very likely he
would carry his investigations beyond
it I drew up my legs and crouched
in the shadow of the pillar, revolver
in hand. I was not anxious to invite
an encounter; I much preferred to
wait for a disclosure of the purpose
that lay behind this mysterious tap-
ping upon walls.
But the matter was taken out of my
own hands before I had a chance to
debate it. The man dropped to the
ground, sounded the stone baso under
jthe gate, likewise the pillars, evident-
ly without results, struck a spiteful
crack upon the iron bars, then, stood
up abruptly and looked me straight in
the eyes. It wm Morgan, the care-
taker of the summer colony.
"Good evening, Mr. Morgan," I said,
fetil^ the revolver into my hand. .
There was no doubt about his sur-
prise; he fell back, staring at me hard,
and instinctively drawing the hammer
over his shoulder as though to fling it
at me.
"Just stay where you are a mo-
ment, Morgan," I said pleasantly, and
dropped to a sitting position on the
wall for greater ease in talking to
him.
He stood sullenly, the hammer dan-
gling at arm's length, while my re-
volver covered his head.
"Now, if you please, I'd like to know
what you mean by prowling about
here and rummaging my house!"
"Oh, it's you, is it, Mr. Glenarm?
Well, you certainly gave me a bad
scare."
His air was one of relief and his
teeth showed pleasantly through his
beard.
"It certainly is I. But you haven't
answered my question. What were
you doing in my house to-day?"
He smiled again, shaking his head.
"You're really fooling, Mr. Glenarm.
I wasn't in your house to-day; I never
was in it in my life!"
His white teeth gleamed in his light
beard; his hat was pushed back from
his forehead so that I saw his eyes
and he wore unmistakably the air of
a man whose conscience is perfectly
clear. I was confident that he lied,
but without appealing to Bates I was
not prepared to prove it.
"But you can't deny that you're on
my grounds now, can you?" I had
dropped the revolver to my knee, but
I raised it again.
"Certainly not, Mr. Glenarm. If
you'll allow me to explain-—"
"That's precisely what I want you
to do."
"Well, It may seem strange,"—he
laughed, and I felt the least bit fool-
after the flying figure of the care-
taker. He clearly had the advantage
of familiarity with the wood, striking
off boldly into the heart of it, and
quickly widening the distance between
us; but I kept on, 4ven after I ceased
to hear him threshing through the
undergrowth, and came out presently
at the margin of the lake about 50
feet from the boat-house. I waited In
its shadow for some time, expecting
to see the fellow again, but he did not
appear.
I found the wall with difficulty and
followed it back to the gate. It would
be just as well, I thought, to possess
myself of the hammer; and I dropped
down on the St. Agatha side of the
wall and groped about among the
leaves until I found it.
Then I walked home, went into the
library, alight with its many candles
just as I had left it, and sat down
before the fire to meditate. I had been
absent from the house only forty-five
minutes.
CHAPTER VIII. i
A String of Goid Beads.
A moment after I had flung myself
down before the fire, Bates entered
with a fresh supply of wood. I
watched him narrowly for some sign
of perturbation, but he was not to be
caught off guard. Possibly he had not
heard the shots in the wood; at any
rate, he tended the fire with his usual
gravity, and after brushing the heartb
paused respectfully.
"Is there anything further, sir?"
"I believe not, Bates. Oh! here's a
hammer I picked up out in the grounds
a bit ago. I wish you'd see if it be-
longs to the house."
"It doesn't belong here, I think, sir.
But we sometimes find tools left by
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Like a Flash He Flung the Hammer Over His Head and Drove It at Me.
Ish to be pointing a pistol at the head
of a fellow of so amiable a spirit.
"Hurry," I commanded.
"Well, as I was saying, it may seem
strange; but I was just examining the
wall to determine the character of the
work. One of the cottagers on the
lake left me with the job of building a
fence on his place, and I've been ex-
pecting to come over to look at this
all fall. You see, Mr. Glenarm, your
honored grandfather, was a master in
such matters, and I didn't see any
harm in getting the benefit—to put it
so—of his experience."
I laughed. He had denied having
entered the house with so much assur-
ance that I had been prepared for
some really plausible explanation of
his interest in the wall.
"Morgan—you said it was Morgan,
didn't you?—you are undoubtedly a
scoundrel of the first water."
"Men have been killed for saying
less," he said.
"And for doing less than fire through
windows at a man's head. It wasn't
friendly of you."
"I don't see why you center all your
suspicions on me. You exaggerate
my Importance, Mr. Glenarm. I'm
only the man-of-all-work at a summer
resort."
"I wouldn't believe you, Morgan, if
you swore on a stack of Bibles as high
as this wall."
"Thanks!" he ejaculated mockingly.
Like a flash he swung the hammer
over his head and drove it at me, and
at the same moment I fired. The ham-
mer-head struck the pillar near the
outer edge and in such a manner that
the handle flew around and smote me
smartly in the face. By the time I
reached the ground the man was al-
ready running rapidly through the
park, darting in and out among the
trees, and I made after him at hot
speed.
The hammer-handle had struck my
mouth, and the whole lower half of
my face stung from the blow. I
abused myself roundly for managing
the encounter so stupidly, and in my
race fired twice with no aim whatever
the carpenters that worked on the
house. Shall I put this in the tool
chest, sir?" *
"Never mind. I need such a thing
now and then and I'll keep it handy."
"Very good, Mr. Glenarm."
We were not getting anywhere; the
fellow was certainly an incomparable
actor.
"You must find it pretty lonely here,
Bates? Don't hesitate to go to the vil-
lage when you like."
"I thank you, Mr. Glenarm; but I
am not much for idling. I keep a few
books by me for the evenings. An-
nandale is not what you would exactly
call a diverting village."
"I fancy not. But the caretaker
over at the summer resort has even a
lonelier time, I suppose. That's what
I'd call a pretty cheerless job,—watch-
ing summer cottages in the winter."
"That's Morgan, sir. I meet him
occasionally when I go to the village;
he's a very worthy person, I should
call him, on slight acquaintance,"
"No doubt of It, Bates. Any time
through the winter you want to have
him in for a social glass, it's all right
with me."
When I plunged Into the wood in
the middle of the next afternoon it
was with the definite purpose of re-
turning to the upper end of the lake
for an interview with Morgan, who
had, so Bates informed me, a small
house back of the cottages.
I took the canoe I had chosen for
my own use from the boat-house and
paddled up the lake. The air was
still warm, but the wind that blew out
of the south tasted of rain. I scanned
the water and the borders of the lake
for signs of life,—more particularly, I
may as well admit, for a certain ma-
roon canoe and a girl in a red tam-o'-
shanter; but lake and summer cot-
tages were mine alone. I landed and
began at once my search for Morgan.
There were many paths through the
woods back of the cottages, apd I fol-
lowed several futilely before I at last
found a small bouse snugly hid away
in a thicket of 7oung maples.
iTO BE CONTINUED.)
HOME-MADE
Prizes for
CARD PARTIES J
PERHAPS it is the desire of
every hostess that her
prize shall be kept and
made use of by its winner,
and not passed on from
winner to winner, that
has brought about a return to the
simpler gifts that will be put into use
at once before there is time to think
of the momentary sacrifice of giving
away the prize just won. A pretty
veil case, for example, will be placed
in the drawer of the dressing table
at once, if only to get it out of the
way, and will perhaps fill a long-felt
need; or a dainty sofa cushion Will be
placed on the lounge among its fel-
lows immediately on return home,
never to be removed until worn out
or faded.
Even a handsome brocade workbag
Is almost sure to be pressed into im-
mediate service in place of the old
one, which has grown shabby and
never was the correct color for the
room. A bodice case, a parasol case,
or an attractive bag for the toilet ar-
ticles necessary in traveling are sure
to be put away for the coming sum-
mer.
For any one fond of sewing and em-
broidery, to make one's own prizes is
more a pleasure than a task, and
while there may be small time at the
height of the season to give to such
employment there will surely be some
spare evenings from now on that can
be turned to good account. The sum-
mer is, of course, the great time for
this sort of work, and many girls and
women commence now to gather to-
gether such remnants of silk, brocades
and lace as appeal to their artistic
sense, so that by the time the hot
weather arrives, enforcing inertia
from active sports and exercise, they
will have on hand sufficient materials
to make up enough attractive bridge
prizes for the entire winter that is to
follow.
A parasol case or roll is an attrac-
tive, as well as a most useful, novelty.
Not only will it prove of service in
traveling, but at all other times as
well a silk or satin case to keep the
delicate material of the parasol from
becoming soiled or faded and the
costly gold or shell handle from being
marred will be found an excellent
service.
A strip of material a yard and a
half by a half yard in width and
length will be ample for a single case,
but many of the parasol rolls are
made sufficiently large to contain
three or more parasols. The piece
of brocade, flowered silk or satin is
lined with one thickness of cotton
wadding and faced with a light silk
the color of the outside material, and
the whole is then bordered with a
flat band of narrow satin ribbon, with
lace, with a silk ruchlng, or simply
with a row of embroidery or feather
stitching. Inside, about 12 inches
from each end, are stitched bands of
ribbon about three inches apart,
through which are put the handle and
end of the parasol, keeping each
parasol firmly in place.
When the parasols are all laid in
their respectiye slits, with handle and
sticks alternating, the piece remain-
ing at each end of the case is folded
down over the sticks of the parasols,
and the case then rolled up and tied
together with ribbon strings. This
same case may be made up in chintz
or even in linen, so that it may be
washed readily. A small amount of
orris and heliotrope powder sprinkled
through the cotton wadding will give
a delicious perfume to the case.
A novel kind of workbag is one
made to represent the costumes of the
early 50s, when hooped skirts reigned
supreme. An ordinary bag is first
made of silk or bright gingham, a
round piece of cardboard making a
firm foundation for the bag. About
the end of the bag. are placed two
fluted ruffles of taffeta silk about two
inches in widjh. The bag is closed in
the ordinary way with a ribbon draw-
ing string. A china or wooden head
and shoulders of a small doll are
then purchased, and the head orna-
mented with a poke bonnet with rib-
bon trimmings of the same period as
the hoop skirts. A long shoulder cape
of taffeta is then made, and the head
of the doll is placed on the top of the
bag, while the drawing strings are run
up through the doll's head, a slit be-
ing made in the wig and In the top
of the poke bonnet. The ends of the
ribbon or string are then tied in a
gay rosette and the little lady hung
up against the bag.
When the bag is to be opened the
head, with its silk cape attached, is
pushed up to the top of the string,
thus leaving sufficient space for the
bag to be opened. The cardboard in
the bottom of the bag makes the skirt
flare out all around, so that when the
cape comes down over the top of the
bag there is no possible evidence of
anything but a charming little cos-
tume doll, representative of a period
when gowns were more picturesque
than either, convenient or sensible to
wear.
Rubber Teething Rings.
Ivory teething rings are not to be
recommended because they tend to
harden the gum and make it more dif-
ficult for the teeth to push through.
If the baby sfeems to want something
to bite on, a soft rubber ring which
will yield to the pressure made on it
is the best thing to give it
When the gums seem hot and fever-
ish a piece of ice held in a soft, clean
cloth and gently rubbed on the gums
often gives relief.
Newest jabots are of white net
edged with colored val.
Stripes will be much used in the
quarter-inch and in the hair line.
Green is much favored, not for
whole costumes, but for a single coat
or skirt
Toques are the great favorites for
demi-toilettes, as are also taffeta and
tulle turbans.
Claret-colored cloth suits have been
much seen with hats which repeat the
same shade.
Taffeta parasols, trimmed with
dainty bands of straw, will be seen at
the seaside resorts.
Hats still set low about the head,
are big in the crown and are jammed
down about the ears.
A new thing with a foulard dress is
a little jacket Hned with the same
foulard of the dress.
Nothing more gross than a cobweb
is permitted on milady's foot in the
way of a stocking.
RIBBON EMBROIDERY
NO OUTSIDE "GRUB" ALLOWED.
Here is a handsome design suitably to be worked on Dorothy bags, sides
of teapot cosys, on sash ends, baudkere&ief sachets, etc. It is in ribbon of
three widths, the colors of whicM would, of course, be chosen to suit the
purpose for which it is used. A good effect would be gained by using three
or more shades for the flowers, the darkest shade for the bottom of the chap-
let, gradually shading to the lightest The stalks, which are in cording stitch,
are worked with green silk, ths ribbon for ths bow being in some contrasting
color to the flowers. -
Rigid Rules Against Bringing Food
Into Big Apartment Hotels.
If you live by the year in one of
these fashionable apartment hotels
that nm a restaurant in connection
with the rooms, you cannot take food
Into your quarters on peril of your
life, says the New York Telegraph.
There is a big uptown hotel, of the
best class, whose leases provide that
room leasers must eafrin the restau-
rant. Many of them disregard this
clause in their leases, and some of
them openly took food into their apart-
ments. This has been stopped by the
manager, who has ordered that all
baskets of provisions brought to the
hostelry shall be turned back.
A lawyer told me that the hotel man
was courting trouble—that a tenant in
a hotel had a right to take anything
in his room he pleased, so that he com-
plied with the provision in his lease
that he shall do no cooking in his
apartment. Just the other day a man
was caught bringing a bottle of milk
into the front door and was requested
to leave the place.
That reminds me of another uptown
hotel which was filled with families
and which had a rigid rule that no one
should cook in an apartment. It be-
came known, however, that the patrons
of the place were cooking right along,
and. there was much sleuthing on the
part of the management and employes
to find out who the guilty ones
were. The guiltiest man of the lot
looked the most innocent and in
order to cover up his nefarious
work he lodged a complaint with
the manager, in vigorous language,
that some one was cooking around
the house, and that he was much
disturbed by the smell of food.
This was in the afternoon, and that
very night there was an odor of cook-
ing all through the fifth floor. The
manager got a porter and clerk, and
a pass key. They traced the odor
right down to one door and softly un-
locked it and rushed in. There stood
the man who had complained with a
long fork in his hand and a gloating
look in his eyes as he watched four
large pork sausages sizzle and fry in
a pan over an oil-stove fire.
Same Old Price for Sparrows.
Rev. Simon Turpie was an eloquent
speaker, but he seemed to have a list
of sermons, which, when he once be-
gan, he went right through to the
end, and then started at the first ser-
mon again, and so on.
- A young man in the congregation
was about to leave for South Africa,
but the Sunday before he departed he
attended the church service.
In the course of his lecture the min-
ister used an illustration in which
were the words: "A man can easily
purchase two swarrows for three
pence."
The young man, after being absent
for about three years, returned, and
again on the first opportunity attend-
ed divine service. Strange to say, he
heard the same narrative by the same
minister, the phrase striking him
most being about the "two sparrows
for three pence."
At the close of the service the min-
ister, in his courtesy, came and shook
hands with the youth, and welcoming
him back to his home, asked him if
he noticed any change about the
place.
The young man, evidently quite un-
concerned, replied in a pawky tone:
"Aye, man, there's two or three
changes; but there's yin thing I can
see, the price o' sparrows is aye at the
same auld flgger."—London Tit-Bits.
Squelching a Disturber.
"Aw, go chase yerse'f!" bellowed a
sarcastic boy in the gallery.
Prof. McGoozle, who was delivering
a scholarly lecture under the auspices
of the Society of Social Uplifters on
"The Flexibility of dur Mother
Tongue," stopped short and glared at
the youthful offender.
"Apart from the rudeness of the in-
terruption," he said, in cold, cutting,
distinct accents, "and its total irrele-
vancy to the matter under discussion,
I wish to ask the thoughtless person
who uttered that hasty and ill-consid-
ered exclamation how a normally con-
structed and homogeneous human be-
ing can possibly chase himself!"
Having thus completely crushed the
presumptuous juvenile, Prof. McGoozle
resumed his lecture with a perceptible
note of triumph in his voices ,
•i
Dandified D'Annunzio.
Some of the German papers are
deeply interested in the wardrobe of
D'Annunzio, the poet The cut of his
clothes, they say, the pattern of his
numerous vests and the colors of his
cravats are among the vital things in
bis life. He owns 72 day shkls and
12 dozen silk and lisle socks lie in bis
cupboards. His hats are legion and in
every " variety of style. His evening
clothes, dining suits and walking ap-
parel are made by the sartorial art-
ists of Rome and Paris. His under-
clothing is of the finest spun silk. This
department of his habiliments is said
to have cost £800. His wardrobe is
said to be more extensive and costly
than that of any millionaire living.
Unconscious Indorsement
Mr. Glib—Did you see, my dear,
where some scientist says that people
who are great talkers are in danger
of insanity?
Mrs. Glib—What a crazy idea!
Not Altogether.
"So your wife made a sharp retort
when you took her to task, did she?"
"I don't know that you would call it
a sharp retort exactly.1*
"What was it?**
"A flatiron.**
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