The Washington times., 1906-07-29

not mention IL IN letter which might
ran into the hands Of the authorities,
and the hope that he might join me
grew. / was not. perhaps, entitled 20
a companion at Gienarm under the
terms OF my exile, but as a matter OF
protection IN the existing condition OF
affairs there could be no legal or
moral reason why / should not defend
myself against my foes. and Larry
was an ally worth ha ing.
IN all my hours OF questioning and
anxiety at Glenarm I never doubted
the amiable Intentions OF my grand
father Ills device fOr compelling my
residence at his absurd house was IN
keeping with his character, and II
was all equitable enough But his
dead hand had no control over the
strange issue. and 1 fslt juxtlaed IN
interpreting the will 81 the light OF nay
experiences l certainly cid not in
tend TO appeal 70 the local police au-
thOrities. at least not until the animus
OF the attack on me was determined.
NY neighbor, the chaplain had In
adveTtently given me q BIT Of import
ant news; and my mind kept revert
ing TO the fact that Morgan was re-
porting his injury 10 the executor OF
my grandf8ther's estate In New York
Everything else that had happened
vas tame and unimpOTtaHt compared
with this. Why haG John Marshall
GleHarm made Arth:r P'-..,r ring the
executor OF his estate? He knew that
/ detested him. that Pickering's noble
aims and high ambitions had been
praised by my family until his very
name sickened me. and yet my own
grandfather had thought IL wise 20
intrust his fortune and my fortune 20
the man Of all men who was most
repugnant 10 me. rose and paced the
floor ia anger
instead Of accepting chickering's word
for Il that the will was all straight. I
should have employed counsel and
taken legal advice before suffering my
self 10 be rushed away into a part of
The world ! had never visited before.
and cOoped up IN dreary house under
the eye II a sOmber scOundreI who
might poison me any day. If he did
not prefer 10 shoot me in my sleep
Ny rage must fasien upon some one.
and Bates was the nearest target for
IL. I went 10 the kitchen. where he
usually spent MS evenings. 10 vent nv
feelings upon him. only 20 md him
gone. I climbed 20 his room and found
u empty Very likely he was OF CON
doing with his friend and fellow con-
aspiration. the CaTptaEeF. and I fumeJ
with rage and disappointment was
thoroughly tired. as tired as on DAYS
when 1 had beaten my way through
tropical JungIes without food or water;
Uut / wished. in my tmpotent anger
Z
punish myself. 10 induce an utter wearl-
ness that would drag me exhausted TO
bed
Tie Snow in the highway was well
beaten down and ! swung Of country
ward past St. Agatha's A gray mist
hung over the fields Ga whirling clouds.
breaking away occasionally and show
lag the thrubbing winter stars. The
walk, and my interest in the alterna-
lion OF star-Iighted and m'sr-wrapped
landscape won ne 70 better state OF
mind. and after tramping a couple OF
miles, / set out for home Several
times on my tramp I had caught my
self wishing the air Of majestic old
hymn and smiled, remena bering nay
young friend Olivia, and her playing in
the chapel She was an amusing
child, the thought or her further lifted
nay spirit, and ] turned into the school
park as I passed the outer gate with
half-TocoEHized wish 20 pass near
The barracks where she spent her davs.
Al the school gate the lamps OF i
carriage suddenly blurred IN the mist.
Carriages were not common IN this
region, and 7 was not surprised 10 find
that this was the familiar village
a. Gleu8rm station. Some parent
coUj-ctured, paying q visit 20 St
Agathss, perhaps the father Of Misc
olivia GLADYS Armstrong had come 10
carry her home for stricter dlsci-
piine than Sister Tberes1's school AZ
forded
The driver sat asleep on his box. and
] passed him and went on into the
grounds. a whln seized me To visit
the crypt Of the chapel and examine
the opening % the tunnel As I passed
the little group OF school buildings a
man came huIriedIy from one Of them
and turned toward the chapel
J drsy thought it was Stoddurd. but
] could not make him out in the mist
and ] waited for him 70 rut twenty
pacos between MS before ] followed
along are path that led from tie
school 10 the chapel.
lie strobe into the chapel porch with
an air ~ assurance. and / heard him
address some one who had been wait
ms The mist was now 50 heavy that
1 could not see my hand before my
face and / stole forward until I could
hear the voices Of the two men dis
timely.
"Rates,"
Yes. SIR"
! heard feet scraping on the stone
floor Of the porch
This is the devil N place 10 talk
in, but it's the best we can do. Did
the Young mau know I sent for you
no, sir. He was quite busy with
mis- books and papers"
'IIumph' We can never be sure NJ
him"
"a suppose that ts correct. sir"
well, you ard Morgan are a fine
pair, I must say. I thought he lad
some sense. and that you'd see to it
that he didn't make mess 81 this
thing He's in bed now with a hole
in his arm ami you've got to go or
alone"
"I'U 10 my best, Mr.. Pickering"
Don't call me by name, you IDIOT.
W. NOT a1t-aFfFsfug pFgr business