The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-08-22
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 l was simply-or my small sign
declared me to be - "Henry Worth,
MD"
The enid" 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 pocketbook
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 slowed
up at the village OF Dare.
alighted with one or two others, and
looked around for some person from the
"Castle" Gas my uncle's home was
Called). / found an Irishman waiting,
who, after long parley to be sure |
was the right person, told me tog get into
the coach.
We must have ridden q mile and a
half when we turned into the Castle
grounds.
could not make out the place very
well, for it had grown dark in the APP
preaching night. We turned into a
long drive, and far back from the main
thoroughfare stopped before the door OF
dark stone mansion.
Not light was visible save 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 make. 1t seemed
as though every part of the house had
an echo and trembled at the concus.
sion.
For some time l 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 itp
A woman from the looks of the dress,
Yes; it was q woman an old, wrinkled,
wicked-looking woman, who reminded
me of one of the witches in Shakes
peare's macbeth"
"What do you wantp" was demand
ed in TREMENDOUSLY high tone.
''My name is Worth, from R.
city; nephew to Robert WORTH" l 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 remain here until / 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 q manner that de-
clared the owner to be q man of taste,
refinement and wealth. Paintings hung
upon the walls in such numbers thai
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 tc
admit the sunlight for years.
| stood in the center of this room fol
some time bordering over my strange
adventure.
Robert Worth was my fathers OWL
brother. In early life they had quar-
reled and ever since were known tt
each other as enemies. This accounted
dor the ''precarious" relationship thq
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 hi
name mentioned in connection with
my own.
Three pictures in the room took my
attention, and one of them / was sure
was that OF my uncle. 1t must have
been painted when he was about TWEEN
ty-iive years old. There was grea
resemblance between him and my
father There was the same piercing
eye; the heavy black eyebrow; the
classic nose and firm mouth which de
clared him to be Worth.
The other two paintings to which
referred were those of man an(
woman.
The man must have been twenty-ont
or two years of age. To say he wa
handsome would but poorly express it
He was of that class of manly beauty
which mere words are found made
quate to express. A high, broad fore
head, dark eyes and hair. and moutl
so perfect in its formation that even il
the painting one almost imagined the,
heard it speak.
The painting of the woman Cor,
should say girl, for she could not hav
passed beyond her teens) was YER
beautiful. Her beauty was entirel,
different from that of the mans jus
described beauty that was purel
feminine, golden hair, skin of ivor
whiteness, eyes whose azure rivaled tina
of the summer skies aye, eyes in whic
you might read thoughts as pure as a
angels.
''You may come with me-"
started visibly as that tremulou
voice broke the stiffness of the room. ]
was from the woman who had let me in
She had come in without making an
noise, and had spoken these words clos
to my ear.
~ She took one of the wax candles wit
her and left the room, ! following.
We passed up three flights of stairs
and came to closed door; that, I fel
instinctively, belonged to the owner {
the mansion.
Remain where you are" spoke tn
old woman, and taking the candle wit
her She left me alone, standing in ute
darkness.
She was gone about five minutes
then the door opened and was ad
mitted.
There was but one person in the roor
besides the woman and myself, and tina
was the old man in bed.
Tue room was not large, but every
hing in it denoted comfort.
Leave us alone, Marguerite spok