Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-07-10

sarcastic enough, but 1t was sarcasm d.
rected mainly against himself. We were
not surprised when after some sharp per-
suasion on the part of the major he
launched into the following recital of his
secret relation to what he called the last
tragedy ever likely to occur in the Moore
family.
Il never thought it wrong to be curious
about the old place; I never thought it
wrong to be curious about it's mysteries. l
only considered it wrong, or at all events
i'll judged, to annoy Veronica in regard to
them, or to trouble her in any way about
the means by which l might effect an en-
trance into it's walls. So l took the one
that offered and said nothing.
Il have visited the old house many times
during my sojourn in this little cottage.
The last time was, as one of your number
has so ably discovered, on the most mem
orable night in it's history; the one in which
Mrs Jeffrey'S remarkable death occurred
there. The interest reused in me by the
unexpected recurrence of the old fatality
attending the library hearthstone reached
its elimination when l perceived one night
the CLINT of a candle burning in the south
west chamber. did not know who was re-
sponsible for this light, but 1 strongly sus-
pected it to be Mr.. Jeffrey; for who else
would dare to light a candle in this dis
used house without first seeing that all the
shutters were fast? / did not dislike Mr.
Jeffrey or question his right to do this.
Nevertheless l was very angry. Though al
lied to a Moore he was not one himself,
and the difference in privileges affect
ed me strongly. Consequently I watched
till he came out and upon positively recog-
nizing his figure vowed in my wrath and
jealous indignation to visit the old
!! house myself on the following night
and make one final attempt to learn
the secret which would again make me
feel myself the equal of this man, If not
his superior.
1T was early when went; indeed, 1t was
not quite dark. But, knowing the gloom
of those old halls and the almost impene-
ties over the library the moment the twi-
light sets in, I put in my pocket two or
three candles. the candles sirs, about which
you have made such a coil. My errand
was twofold-I wanted, first, to see what
Mr.. Jeffrey had been up to the night be-
fore, and, next. to spend an hour over a
certain book of old memoirs which in re-
calling the past might explain the present
You remember a door leading into the
library from the rear room. 1t was by this
door l entered, bringing with me from the
kitchen the chair you afterward found
there.
/ knew where the volume of memoirs I
speak of was to be found-you do. too
see-for 1t was my hand which had placed
it in its present concealment. Quite deter
mined to reread such portions of it as l
had long before marked as pertinent to the
very attempt l had in mind, l brought in
the candelabrum from the parlor and drew
out table to hold it. But l waited a few
moments before taking down the book it,
jeffrey had been doing upstairs the night
before. So, leaving the light burning in
the library, l proceeded to the southwest
chamber. holding an unlit candle in my
hand, the light feebly diffused through
the halls from some upper windows being