The news-democrat. (Providence, R.I.) 1906-1909, 1906-10-30
THE NEWS DEMOCRATS DAILY SIUkY
To be published In daily nstallments this page
The House of a
Thousand Candles
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Copyright by
The Bobbs- Morrill, Company

blueblrd pauses dismayed, and waits again
the fash of her golden sandals. She bent
| there at the lakeside the splash OF rain
/ drop ago and tentatively poked the thin,
| brittle Ice with the pink tips OF her little
! fingers. April In the heart! II brings
| back the sweet wonder and awe of those
| days, three years ago. when Marian and
| l. waiting for June to come knew Joy
| that thrilled our hearts like the tumult
OF the first robins song. The marvel OF
IL all steals over me again as | hear the
| riot OF melody In meadow and wood. and
catch through the window the fash OF
| eager wings.
| My history OF the affair at Glenarm has
| overrun the bounds | had set for IL, and
| these, submit, are not days for the desk
| and pen. Marian Is turning over the
i sheets OF manuscript that lie at my left
elbow, and demanding that I drop work
for a walk abroad. Ny grandfather Is
pacing the terrace outside. planning, no
doubt those changes in the grounds that
| are his constant delight.
OF some OF the persons concerned In this
| winters tale let me say a word moro.
The prisoner whom Larry left behind we
| discharged. after several days with all
| the minors of war and Q may add without
| breach of confdence) a comfortable In
demnity. Larry has made a reputation
| by his book on Russia--a searching study
1
and, having squeezed that lemon. he is
now In Tibet. His father has secured
from the British government promise OF
immunity for Larry, so long as that ami
able adventurer keeps away from Ireland.
My friends latest letters to me contain,
note. no reference to The Sod.
Bates is i'm California conducting a fruit
ranch. and when he visited us last Christ
mas he bore all the marks of a gentleman
whom the world uses well. Stoddard's $
/, life has known many changes I'm these
years, but they must wait for another day
and, perhaps, another historian. Suffice
IL to say that II was he who married us
Marian and me-in the little chapel by
the wall, and that when he comes now
and then TO visit us, we renew our impress
sion of him as man large OF body and
or soul. Sister Theresa continues at the
head OF st. Agathas, and she and the
other sisters OF her brown-clad company
are delightful neighbors. Pickerings fail
ure and subsequent disappearance were
described sufficiently in the newspapers
and his name Is never, mentioned at
Glenarm
AS for myself-Marian IL tapping the
ftoQr restlessly with her boot and | must
hasten-I may say that I am no ider.
IL was ] who carried on the work of fin
ishing Glenarm House. and I manage the
farms which my grandfather has lately
ter still from my own point OF view.
maintain In Chicago an office as consult
Ing engineer and have already had sew
eral important commissions.
Glenarm House Is now what my grand
father had wished TO make IT, beautiful
and dignihed mansion. He insisted on
filing up the tunnel so that the Door OF
Bewilderment is no more. The passage
In the wall and the strong box In the
paneling OF the chimney-breast remain,
though the latter we now use as hiding
place for certain priced bottles OF rare
whiskey which John Marshall Glenarm
ordains shall be taken down only on
Christmas ewes. &c drink the health OF
Olivia Gladys Armstrong That young
woman. i may add, Is now a belle in her
own city, and OF the scores OF youngsters
all the way from Pittsburg TO New Or
leans who lay siege to her heart my
word is, mSy the best man winl
And now, at the end. II may seem idle
vanity for man still young 20 write at so
great length OF his own affairs; but il
must have been clear that mine Is the
humblest figure In this narrative wish
ed to set forth an honest account OF nv
grandfathers experiment I'm looking into
this world from another. and he has him
self urged me 10 write down these various
Incidents while they are stll fresh I'm
my memory.
Marian--the most patient Of womsn--is
walking toward the door. eager for the
sunshine the free airs OF spring. the blue
vistas lakewsrd. and At last I am ready
90 go.
THE END.