The Irish standard., 1907-01-19

BY John Marshall Glenarm near Lake
Annandale, Indiana.
This provision was made, accord
ing to friends of the family, to test
young Glenarm's staying qualities, as
he has, since his graduation from the
Massachusetts, Institute o. Technology
five years ago, distributed a consider.
able fortune left by his father in con.
templating the wonders Of the old
world. 1t is reported"
THAT will do! Signs and wonders
l have certainly beheld, and II I spent
my patrimony submit that got my
money back"
l paid my bill and took a hanson
for the ferry,-Larry with me, chatting
away drolly with his old zest. AS the
boat drew out into the river a silence
fell upon us,-the silence that is DOS
sible only between old friends. AS I
looked back at the lights Of the city,
something beyond the sorrow at part.
ing from q comrede touched me. A
sense of foreboding. OF coming danger,
crept into my heart. But was going
upon the tamest possible excursion;
for the first time in my life was sub.
hitting to the direction of another
albeit one who lay in the grave, How
like my grandfather it was to die leav-
Ing this compulsion upon me! My
mood changed suddenly and as the
boat bumped at the pier laughed.
Bah! these men!" calculated Larry.
What menu" demanded, giving my
bags to porter.
These men who are in love-" he
said. II know the signs,-mooning.
silence. sudden inexplicable laughter!
/ hope I'll not be in jail when you're
married"
You'll be in long time if they hold
you for that. Here's my train"
We talked of old times. and of fu-
ture meetings, during the few minutes
that remained.
You can write me at my place Of
rustication," said, scribbling can
Mandate. Wabana county, Indiana" on
a card. Now if you need me at any
time I'll come to you wherever you
are. You understand that, old man.
Good-by."
Write me, care of my father-he'll
have my address, though this last row
Of mine made him pretty hot"
passed through the gate and down
the long train to my sleeper. Turning
with my foot on the step, I waved a
farewell to Larry. who stood outside
watching me.
In a moment the heavy train was
moving slowly out into the night upon
its westward journey
CHAPTER III.
The House Of Thousand Candles.
Annandale derives its chief impor.
lance from the fact that two railway
lines intersect there. The Chicago en-
press paused only for moment while
the porter deposited my things beside
me on the platform. Light streamed
from the open door Of the station: q
few idlere paced the platform. staring
into the windows of the cars: the viii
lage hackman languidly solicited my
business. Suddenly out Of the shad.
ows came a tall. curious figure of a
man clad in long ulster. AS write,
it is with a quickening of the sensa-
ton ! received on the occasion of my
first meeting with Bates. His lank,
gloomy figure rises before me now,
and I hear his deep melancholy voice.
as. touching his hat respectfully, he
said:
BEG pardon, sir: is this Mr.. Glen
arm? am Bates from Glenarm
House. Mr.. Pickering wired me to
meet you. SIR
eyes: to be sure" said.
The hackman was already satherine
up MY traps, and l gave him my trunk
checks.
How far is it," I asked, nv ewes
resting. little regretfully. must con-
fess, on the rear lights of the vanish.
ing train.
1.-TWO miles, sir" Bates replied.
There's no way over but the hack in
winter. In summer the steamer comes
light into our dock" 4,
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