The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-05-07

But not word was said to him about
lunch. Following the servant into the
dining room. There is a priest in the
library he said. Aren't you going to
ask him to lunch?' He stood dunn
founded at the effect of his words.
'Oh, hush, hushp they exclaimed.
Then, turning white faces the one to
the other, The priest again! they
whispered. The priestv
at seems that years before a priest
who had been in the habit of reading
in their library had written something
immoral on a slip of paper and put it
| there in a book. Then he had died.
In purgatory this, whatever it was he
had written, tormented him. His soul
could not rest till he had found and
destroyed it. So back he came from
time to time and stood at the book
shelves, searching, searching"
"This," | averred. gives me deli
ciousy creepy feeling all up and down
my spinal column, but if all the writ
ers who have written immoral things
should come back to find them the Ii.
| "
spirits, searching, searching"
"True enough. But | was going to
tell you about the Man in the Chair.
That is the story l started out to tell
you"
They had left us alone in the dining
room. The old lamp shed a duler glow
than usual. 1t left dark corners.
"Wait minute" implored. looking
tearfully over my shoulder. LET me
turn it up"
Reaching across, l turned it up. sat
back again and prepared for delicious
shivers.
81 wouldn't believe this story of the
Man in the Chair she commenced,
except that.I had it directly from an
intimate friend who saw the picture"
Then you didn't see the picturew
"No, but, as l say, this friend did.
!, And l would believe her the same as |
would my own eyes. She is absolutely
incapable of falsehood, | can assure
you"
Remarkable woman! Well?"
"WeI, it was a friend of hers who
took the pictures. You see for years
her people had owned the manor house
where they lived, which had prior to
; that been owned and very dearly loved
by an officer in the army who was
somewhere in the East Indies-I don't
remember exactly where At any rate,
] he was an old officer and distinguished,
who had charge of regiment more or
less celebrated, though have forgotten
for what and it's name.
waited patiently while she tried to
remember. The principal things about
this story, it seemed to me. were the
things she had forgotten.
"They were obliged for some reason
to sell the house,
"You hardly ever sell a house except
for one reason" helped her.
"And what's that?" sharply.
because you are short of funds"
had sold a house once. knew.
well, anyway they sold the house
1t was a fine old house. Like the officer
they had grown to love it. Upon leav'
ing it the girl took pictures of it. She
went around to each room-to the libra
ry, the dining room. the drawing room
the bedrooms. She took pictures of every
nook and Granny from garnet to cellar
she loved it so and regretted so the
leaving"
81 seem to recognize in her com
rade," | interrupted-"a camera tiend
She probably took them for the pleas
ure of taking them partly. all those pic
lures"
at mag have been. Well, she was
busy and hadn't time to develop them
SO she took them to photographer il
London. A week later she called fo
D them. He brought them to her in lit
tie roll.
o "They are very good he said, un
!. winding one and holding it to the light
'Excellent-tnat is, with the exception
of the Man in the Chair. That is
d trife inGistinct. There is kind of haz
|, over it.
IS 1.-The Man in the Chair" she re
If peated 1 don't remember taking an
II Man in a Chair
If "'Here it is said he. producing it.
IN "Sure enough. sitting in the librar
1t by the table was a man. He sat in
IL large chair with a tall oaken back. Hi
Is head was bent on his hand. He was nc
ID reading or writing. He appeared to b
n just resting there awhile. But the mos
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