The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-08-02
THE FACE In THE GLASS.

dying.
He had never even acknowledged my
existence. He was "Mr. Worth, who
owns that fine mansion over there, -
while was simply-or my small sign
declared me to be-'Henry Worth, M.
D."
The ''M. D." was my only wealth,
station or honor. In fact, when a
young physician first puts out his sign
that is about all he possesses, save the
small stock of knowledge which he has
carried until himself and pocket-book
are exceedingly below par.
1t was no short distance between my
city home and my uncle's. Fully one
hundred and sixty miles interviewed,
and it was evening before the train
showed up at the village of Dare.
l alighted with one or two others,
and looked around for some person
from the "Castle'' las my uncle's home
was called). found an Irishman wait
ing, who, after long parley to be sure
was the right person, told me to get
into the coach.
We must have ridden a mile and
half when we turned into the Castle
grounds.
could not make out the place very
well, for it had grown dark in the ap-
preaching night, We turned into
long drive, and far back from the main
thoroughfare stopped before the door of
a dark stone mansion.
Not light was visible save a dim
one in the hall, which could be seen
through the colored glass transom.
The coachman drove around to the
stables, while passed up the marble
steps and sounded the brass knocker.
What noise it did makel 1t seemed
as though every part of the house had
an echo and trembled at the conclusion.
For some time I was kept waiting
outside; but at length the slow foot.
steps of some one coming to the door
could be heard. Then came the sound
of bolts being thrown back, and then
the door opened.
Who was it2
A woman from the looks of the dress.
Yes; it was woman-an old, wrin-
kled, wicked-looking woman, who re-
minded me of one of the witches in
Shakespeare's macbeth. -
"What do you wantP" was deman-
ded in a TREMENDOUSLY high tone.
"My name is Worth, from R
city; nephew to Robert WORTH" re-
piled.
Come in" was all she said, and
was ushered into the hall.
followed her along the hall until we
reached door that was slightly ajar.
You may rem ain here until l ac-
quaint master of your arrival" she
said, and left me to myself.
A fire burned dimly in the old fash
Toned CRATE at the other end of the
spacious parlor. Two wax candles
burned in the chandelier. The room
was furnished in manner that declared
the owner to be man of taste, refine
ment and wealth. Paintings hung up
on the walls in such numbers that one
imagined himself to be in the studio of
some great artist.
The window-shutters were all closed
and seemed not to have been opened
to admit the sunlight for years.
l stood in the center of this room
for some time bordering over my
strange adventure.
Robert Worth was my fathers own
brother. In early life they had quar-
relied and ever after were known to each
other as enemies. This accounted for
the ''precariOus" relationship that had
existed between us. Robert Worth
had never married, and up to the time
he had sent for me on his death bed
had never seen and seldom heard his
name mentioned in connection with
my own.
Three pictures in the room took nv
attention, and one of them was sure
was that Of my uncle. 1t must have
been painted when he was about 25
years old. There was great resem-
Dlance between him and my father.
There was the same piercing eye; the
heavy black eyebrows; the classic nose
and firm mouth which declared him to
be a Worth.
The other two paintings to which l
referred were those of man and wo-
man.
The man must have been twenty-one
or two years of age. To say he was
handsome would but poorly express it.
lie was of that class of manly beauty
which mere words are found inadequate
to express. A high, broad forehead
DARK eyes and hair, and mouth so per-
feet in its formation that even in the
painting one almost imagined they
heard it speak.
The painting Of the woman Tor, |
should say girl, for she could not have
passed b. yond her teens) was very beau
tiful. Her beauty was entirely differ
ent from that Of the mans just describ-
ed-a beauty that was purely feminine,
golden hair, skin Of ivory whiteness,
eyes whose azure riyaled that of the
summer skies-aye, eyes in which you
might read thoughts as pure as an
angels.
You may come with me-.
| started visibly as that tremulous
voice broke the stiffness of the room.
1t was from the woman who had let
me in. She had come in without max
Ing any noise, al d had spoken these
words close to my ear.
She took one Of the wax candles with
hei and left the room. following.
We passed up three flights of stairs.
and came to closed door; that, | felt
mstinctlyely, belonged to the owner of
the mansion.
"Reman where you are" spoke the