Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-22

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 In another of these rooms found curious collection of lanterns of every conceivable description, grouped on shelves; and next door to this apart. ment was another store-room filled with brass candle-sticks of many odd designs.
 returned to the main floor and sought the comforts of the library, where I smoked pipe over very tedious chapter in an exceedingly dull book on Norman Revivals and Influ- ences." Then went out, assuring myself that I should get steadily to work in a day or two.
 Bates was soberly chopping wood at rough pile of timber at the rear of the house. His industry had already Impressed me. He had the quiet ways
 of an ideal serving man.
 Well, Bates. you don't intend to let me freeze to death, do you? There must be enough wood in the pile there to last all winter"
 Yes, sir: am just cutting a little more of the hickory, sir. MT. Glenarm always preferred it to beech or maple"
 turned toward the unfinished tower in the meadow, from which windmill pumped water to the house. The iron frame was not wholly covered with stone, but material for the remainder of the work lay scattered at the base. l went on through the wood to the lake and inspected the boat house; then I followed the pebbly shore to the stone wall where it marked the line of the school-grounds. The wall, 1 observed. was of the same solid character here as along the road. tramptd beside it, refiecting that my grandfather's estate, in the heart of the Republic, would some day give the lie to foreign complaints that we have no ruins Tn America
 The buildings of St. Agatha's were we'll hidden by the intervening wood, and I climbed upon the wall at the iron gate for an ampler view. The pillars at either side of the gate were of huge dimensions and were higher than I could reach. The little Gothic church near at hand was built of stone similar to that used in Glenarm house. As surveyed the scene number of young women appeared. and, forming in twos and fours, walked back and forth before the chapel. A sister clad in brown habit fingered near or walked first with one and then an other group of students. It was all very pretty and interesting and not at all the ugly school for paupers I had expected to find. The students were not the charity children I had carelessly pictured; they were not so young, for one thing, and they seemed to be appareled decently enough.
 I smiled to find myself adjusting my scarf and strengthening my collar as I beheld my neighbors for the first time.
 As 1 sat thus on the wall heard the sound of angry voices back of me on the Glenarm side, and crash of un- derbrush marked flight and pursuit. l crouched down on the wall and wait ed. In moment man plunged through the wood and stumbled over low hanging vine and fell, not 20 feet away from me. To my great surprise it was Morgan, my acquaintance of the morning. He rose. cursed his i'll luck l and, hugging the wall close, ran toward the lake. Instantly the pursuer broke into view. It was Bates, evi. l dently much excited and with an ugly 1 cut across his forehead. He carried | heavy club, and. after listening for moment for sounds of the enemy, he hurried after the caretaker.
 It was nSt my row, though l must | say it wakened my curiosity. I l strengthened myself out, threw my | legs over the school side of the wall | and lighted a cigar, feeling cheered by the opportunity the stone barricade offered for observing the world.
 As I looked off toward the little | church I found two other actors ap- bearing on the scene. A girl stood in | little opening of the wood, talking | to man. Her hands were thrust into | the pockets of her covert coat; she wore a red tam-o'shanter, that made | a bright bit of color in the wood. They | were not more than a dozen yards | away, but wild growth of young | naples lay between us. Their profiles | were toward me. and the tones of the | girls voice reached me clearly as she | addressed her companion. He wore a clergyman's high waistcoat, and l as. stunned that he was the chaplain whom | Bates had mentioned. I am not by | nature an eavesdropper. but the girl | was clearly making a plea of some kind. and the chaplain's stalwart fig. | ure awake in me an antagonism that held me to the wall.
 If he comes here I shall go away, so you may as well understand 1t and tell him. I shan't see him under any and I'm not going to Florida or California or anywhere else on a private car. no matter who chap erones it"
 Certainly not. unless you want to certainly not" said the chaplain. You understand that I'm only giving you his message. He thought it best"
 Not to write to me or to Sister | Theresa!" broke in the girl contemp- tuously. What a clever person he is!"
 And how unclever I am,- said the clergyman. laughing. Well. at any rate, I thank you for giving me the