Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-02-02

every foot of the earth, every gleam of the sun upon the ice-bound lake, every glory of the winter sunset. All the good impulses had ever stifled were quickened to life by the thought of her. Amid the days perplexities l started sometimes, thinking heard her voice, her girlish laughter, or saw her again coming toward me down the stairs, or holding against the light her fan with its golden butterflies. I really knew so little of her; could associate her with no home, only with that last fling of the autumn upon the lake, the snow driven woodland, that twilight hour at the organ in the chapel, those stolen moments at the Armstrong;. l re- sented the pressure of the hours af- fairs, and chafed at the necessity for talking of my perplexities with the good friends who were there to help. I wished to be alone, to yield to the sweet mood that the thought of her brought me. The doubt that crept through my mind as to any possibility of conniyance between her and Picker ing was as vague and fleeting as the shadow of swallows wing on sunny meadow.
 You don't intend fighting the fact of your absence, do you?" demanded Larry, after long silence.
 "Of course not!' I replied fiercely. Pickering was right on my heels, and my absence was known to his men here. And it would not be square to my grandfather,-who never harmed a flea, may his blessed soul rest in peace!-to lie about it. They might nail me for perjury besides.
 Then the quicker we get ready for siege the better. As I understand your attitude, you don't intend to move out until you've found where the siller's hidden. Being gallant gen tleman and of forgiving nature, you want to be sure that the lady who IS now entitled to it gets all there IS coming to her, and as you don't trust the executor any further than true Irishman trusts a British prime minis ter's promise, you're going to stand by to watch the bullion counted. Is tha: a correct analysis of your intentions?
 That's as near one of my ideas as you're likely to get"
 Spoken like a man of spirit. And now we'd better stock up at once, in case we should be shut of from our source of supplies. This is a lonely place here; even the school is a re- mote neighbor. Better let Bates raid the village shops tomorrow. I've tried being hungry, and don't care tc repeat the experience"
 q can't imagine, really can't be lieve," began the chaplain, that Miss Deyereux will want to be brought into this estate matter in any way. h fact, I have heard Sister Theresa say as much. I suppose there's no way 0! preventing a man from leaving hss property to young woman who has no claim on him,-who doesn't wan anything from him."
 Bah, these women! People don throw legacies to the birds these days Of course she'll take it," observed Larry.
 Then his eyes widened and met min' in a gaze that reflected the mystifica
 tion and wonder that struck both O
 us. Stoddard turned suddenly iron
 the fire, into which he had been gag
 ing. exclaiming:
 What's that? There's some one ul
 stairs!"
 Larry was already running towar
 the hall, and I heard him springin
 up the steps like cat, while Stoddar
 and I followed.
 where's Bates?" demanded tn
 chaplain. ...
 I'll thank you for the answer"
 replied.
 Larry stood at the top of the stai
 case, holding a candle at arms lengt
 in front of him, staring about.
 We could hear quite distinctly som
 one walking down stairway; tn sounds were unmistakable, just as had heard them on two previous occ'
 sions. without ever being able to trac
 their source.
 The noise ceased suddenly, leavin
 us with no hint of its whereabouts. went directly to the rear of tn , house and found Bates putting th dishes away in the pantry. . Where have you been?" d manded.
 Here. sir; I have been clearing Il the dinner things. MT. Glenarm. there anything the matter, sir?" ,, Nothing"
 I joined the others in the library. "Why didn't you tell me this feud limitation was haunted?" asked Larl in a grieved tone. 'TSl increasing glad came How often does 1t walk This is the third time" I admitte "It's the wind in the tower probably X the wind plays queer pranks som times"
 2 You'll have to do better than thu Glenarm," laughed Stoddard. Its still outside as country graveyard" ? "Only the slaugh sidhe, the people the faery hills. the cheerfulest ghos
 in the world" said Larry. You liter Saxons cant grasp the idea, of course But there was substance enough e our dangers without pursuing shadow
 Certain things were planned tn !, night. We determined to exerci M every precaution to prevent surpri . from without, and we reTSived upon s new and systematic sounding of va V and floors. taking our clue from {