Evening star., 1903-07-02

that chair was needed to reach 1t proved
that 1t had been sought and touched with
purpose-held out the promise of clue
which one on SO blind trail as myself
could not afford to ignore
But when / had taken the book down and
read again its totally unnteresting and un-
suggestive title and. by another reference
to its dim and faded leaves. found that my
memory had not played me false and tn at
1t contained nothing but stupid and wholly
irrelevant statistics. my confidence i'm IT as
possible aid in the work 1 had in hand
departed Just it had on the previous oc-
casion. l was about to put 1t back on the
shelf when l bethought me Of running my
hand in behind the two books between
which it had stood All! that was it. An
other book lay fiat against the wall at the
back OF the shelf: and when. by the re-
moval of those in front 1 was enabled to
draw this book out. 1 soon saw why it had
been relegated to such a remote place of
concealment on the shelves of the Moore
library.
1t was a collection of obscure memoirs
written by an English woman but an En-
glish woman who had been in America dur
Ing the early part of the century and who
had been SHIT more or less into contact
with the mysteries connected with the
Moore house in Washington. Several pas
Sages were marked one particularly by a
heavy pencil line running the length of the
margin. AS the name OF Moore was freely
scattered through these passages as well as
through two or three faded newspaper clip
pings which discovered pasted on the in
side cover. I lost no time I'm setting about
their perusal.
The following extracts are from the book
itself. taken in the order in which found
them marked:
''It was about this time that spent a
week In the Moore house: that grand and
historic structure concerning which and ITS
occupants so many curious rumors are
afioat. knew nothing then of it's discred-
liable fame; but from the frst moment of
my entrance into its ample and weli-rghted
halls experienced a sensation which will
not call dread. but which certainly was far
from being the impulse Of pure delight
which the graciousness of my hostess AMI
the imposing character of the place itself
were calculated to produce. This emotion
was but transftory. vanishing. was nat
ural. in the excitement of my welcome and
the extraordinary interest took in Callista
Moore. who in those days was a most fas-
cinating little body. Small to the point Of
appearing diminutive. and lacking all assar-
ton in manner and bearing, she was never
theless such lady that she easily domi-
mated all who approached her. and pro-
duced. quite against her will. am sure IN
impression of aloofness seasoned with kind
ness. which made her a most surprising and
entertaining study to the analytic observe.
Her position as nominal mistress of an cs-
tablishment already accounted one of the
finest in Washington-the real owner Reu-
ben Moore, preferrins to live abroad with
his French wife-gave to her least action
sAii itipct touSe WHICH lcI Suy- IL Hot dp-
pealing.. looks. and q certain strained ex-
preston most difficult to chara cterize. vain
ly attempted to contradict could not un-
derstand her. and soon gave up the at
tempt: but my admiration held firm, and by
the time the evening was half over / WAS
her obedient slave. I think from what 1
know of her now that she would have pre-
ferred to be mine.
81 was put to sleep In a great chamber
which afterward heard called The
Coionefs Own. 1t was very grand and had
a great bed In it almost royal IN size and
splend0r believe that shrank quite ur,-
accountabfy from this imposing niece of
furniture when first looked at It; IL SEEM