Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1907-05-30

heartsick foreboding, for the silmt
guide to reveal dreary prison.
please sit here, SIR" said Bates,
while make a better light"
He moved through the dark room
with perfect ease, struck a match,
lighted taper and went swiftly and
softly about. He touched the taper to
one candle after another,--they seem
ed to be everywhere, and won from
the dark faint twilight, that yielded
slowly to a growing mellow splendor
of light have often watched the
acolytes in dim cathedrals OF the Old
World set countless candles ablaze on
magnificent altars,--always with awe
for the beauty of the spectacle; but
in this unknown house the austere
serving man summoned from the shad-
ows lovlier and more bewildering en-
chantment. Youth alone, Of beautiful
things, is lovelier than light
The lines Of the wall receded as the
light increased and the raftered cell
ing drew away. Turing the eyes up
ward. rose with a smothered ex-
clamation on my lips and stared about,
snatchlng off my hat in reverence az
the spirit Of the place wove it's spell
about me Everywhere there were
books. they covered the walls to the
ceiling. with only long French win
dows and an enormous fireplace break
ing the line Above tho fireplace
massive dark oak chimney-breast
further emphasized the grand scale Of
the room. From every conceivable
place-from shelves built for the pur-
pose. from brackets that thrust out
long arms among the books. from a
great crystal chandelier suspended
from tho ceiling, and from the breast
Of the chimney--innumera candles
blazed with dazzling brilliancy. 7 ex-
claimed In wonder and pleasure as
Bates paused, his sorcerers wand in
hand
MT, Glenarm was very fond of can
delight; he liked to gather up candle
sticks, and his collection is very fine
He often called this The House of a
| Thousand Candles There's only about
a hundred here: but it was one Of his
conceits that when the house was An
ished there would be a thousand lights
He had quite Joking way. your grand
father. 1t suited his humor to call it a
thousand He enjoyed his own pleas
antries, SIR
II fancy he did" replied, staring in
bewilderment
"Oil lamps might be more suited to
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/ father would not have them Old brass
and copper were specialties with him,
! and he had particular taste. Mr. Glen
! arm had. in glass candle-sticks. He
held that the crystal was most effec-
tive of all. III go and let In the bag
gageman and then serve you some sup.
per-
He went somberly out and exam
ined the room with amazed and de-
! lighted eyes. It was so feet long and
half as wide The hardwood floor was
covered with handsome rugs; every
piece of furniture was quaint or inter.
esting. Carved in the heavy oak panel
ing above the fireplace, in large Old
English letters, was the inscription:
che Spirit Of man is the Candle Of the Ford
and on either side great candelabra
sent long arms across the hearth. All
the books seemed related to architec
ture; German and French works stood
side by side among those by English
and American authorities. l found
archaeology represented in a division
whore all the titles were Latin or ltal
ian. | opened several cabinets that
contained sketches and drawings. al
in careful order; and in another ] found
an elaborate card catalogue, evidently
the work of a practiced hand. The
minute examination was too much for
me; | threw myself into a great chair
that might have been spoil from &
cathedral, satisfied to enjoy the gen
eral effect, To find an apartment sc
handsome and so marked by good
taste in the midst of an Indiana wooc
staggered me. l was so lost in con
temptation that | did not hear a doc,
open behind me. The respectful
mournful voice of Bates announced:
followed him through the hall to {
small high-walnscoted room where {
table was simply set.
This is what Mr. Glenarm called
the refectory. He took his own meals
here. The library was the main thin,
with him. He never lived to finish thu
house.-more's the pity, sir. He woult
have made something very handsom,
Of II II he'd had a few years more, Blu
he hoped, sir. that you'd see 1t com
pleted. The work was near his heart
sir"
Eyes, TO be sure" replied.
He brought cold fowl and a salad
and produced bit of Stilton of un
mistakable authenticity.
Il trust the ale is cooled to your lik
ing. It's your grandfather's favorite
II may say it, sir
I liked the fellows humility. H