The news-democrat. (Providence, R.I.) 1906-1909, 1906-09-20
THE NEWS DEMOCRATS DAILY STORY
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The House of a
Thousand Candles
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Copyright by
Che Bobbs Merrill Company
CHAPTER XI.

ana no indianapolis girl would talk to
srange man at the edge OF deep wood
IN the gray twilight OF a winter day.
mats from book; and the Cincinnati
siri is without my elan. esprit. it.-whatever
you please TO call IL. She has more Teu-
tonic repose,-more OF Gretchen-of-the-
Rhile- Valley about her. Don't you adore
French. Squire Glenarm?" she concluded
breathelessly. and with no pause In her
quick step.
II adore yours. Miss Armstrong" as
serted. yielding myself further TO the 10Y
OF ldiocy and delighting I'm the mockery
and changing moods of her talk I ala
not make her out; indeed. ! preferred not
70. l was not then.-and am not now
thank God,-of an analytical turn Of mind.
And as grow older ] prefer even after
many blow, 10 take my fellow human
beings good deal as | find them And
as Tor women, old or young, .envy no
man his gift OF resolving them into ele-
ments. As we'll carry spray OF arbutus
10 the laboratory or subject the enchant-
. ment OF moonlight upon running water
to the fame and bloW-pip as try to an
alyze the heart Of a girl.-particularly
girl who paddles "a canoe with a sure
stroke and puts up a good race with
rabbit
A lamp shone ahead OF us al the on
trance OF one OF the houses. and lights
appeared I'm all the buildings
If / knew your window ! should GER
tainly sing under it--except that you're
going home! You didn't tell me why
they were deporting you"
I'm really ashamed to- You would
never"
"Oh, yes. l would: I'm really an old
friend" insisted. feeling mora like an
idiot every minute,
We'll don't tell But they caught me
firting-with the grocery boyl Now
aren't you disgusted."
you'd lot better lirt with me-" sug-
gested boldly
"well, I'm TO be sent away for good
at Christmas. l may come back thep IL
can square myself My That's slang
isn't Il horrid?'
THE sisters don't like slang. l sup
pose?"
-"They loathe IT. Miss Devereux-You
know who she isl-she spies on us and
tells"
"You don't say so. but I'm not sur
prised at her. I've heard about her!'
4 declared bitterly.
We had reached the door and | ex-
pected her to fly; but she fingered mo-
ment
"Oh, II you know her! Perhaps you're
spy. too It's just as well we should
never meet again, Mr.. Glenam," she de-
oiared haughtily.
will always linger with me. Miss Arm
strong" l returned in an imitation OF
Aer own tone.
"I shall scorn TO remember youl"-and
she folded her arms under the cloak
ra gically
our meetings have been all too few,
Miss Armstrong. Three. exactly, / be-
level"
Il see YOU prefer TO ignore the nrst
. t,,. Z ok.
IN the door.
out there In your canoe7 Never!
And you've forgiven me for overhearing
-ou and the chaplain on the wall
blease!"
She grasped the knob of the door and
isaused an instant as though pondering
Il make Il four times. not counting
,nce IN the road and other times when
on didn't know. Squire Genarml I'm
foolish little girl TO have remembered
lhe first. | see now how blind have
Been"
she opened and closed the door softly,
nd ! heard her running up the steps
kithin.
I ran hack to the chapel. roundy abus-
lg myself for having neglected my more
erious affairs for bit OF silly talk with
school girl. fearful lest the openings ]
az left at both ends Of the passage
hould have been discovered. The tun-
a added a new and puzzling factor to
he problem already before me- and l
tas eager for an opportunity to sit down
peace snd comfort To study the situa b.
on.
AZ the chspei I narrowly escaped run
tpg the Stoddard. but ] slipped past
inn pulled the hidden door into place,
[aversed the tunnel without incident,
nd soon climbed through the hateh~sy