Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-19

flcKering The loose stun there 1
 worth how much?"
 i Its all in the library. Your grand
 fathers weakness was architecture
 "So I remember!" I interposed, re
 calling my stormy interviews witl
 John Marshall Gienarm over m!
 choice of profession.
 "Tn his last years he turned nor,
 and more to his books. He placed ou
 there what is. I suppose. the finest col
 lection of books relating to architec
 ture to be found in this country. Ina
 was his chief hobby. after church af
 fairs, as you may remember, and hs
 rode 1t hard. But he derived a grea,
 deal of satisfaction from his studies.
 I laughed again; it was easier te
 laugh than to cry over the situation.
 T suppose he wanted me to sit dowr
 there, surrounded by works on archi
 lecture. with the idea that study ol { the subject would be my only resource
 The scheme is eminently Glenarmian! /!
 And all l get is worthless house, a hundred acres of land, $10,000, and a doubtful claim against a Protestant nun who hoodwinked my grandfather into setting up school for her. Bless you heart. man, so far as my inheri. tance is concerned 1t would have been money in my pocket to have stayed in Africa"
 That's about the size of it."
 But the personal property Is all mine.-anything that's loose on the place. Perhaps my grandfather plant ed old plate and government bonds just to pique the curiosity of his heirs, successors and assigns. It would be in keeping!"
 l had walked to the window and looked out across the city. As turned suddenly I found Pickering's eye bent upon me with curious intentness. I had never liked his eyes; they were too steady. When man always meets your gaze tranquilly and readily, 1t is just as we'll to be wary of him.
 Yes; no doubt you will find the place literally packed with treasure" he said. and laughed. When you find anything you might wire me-"
 He smiled; the idea seemed to give him pleasure.
 Are you sure there's nothing else?" l asked. "No substitute, codicil?"
 If you know of anything of the kind it's your duty to produce 1t. We have exhausted the possibilities. I'll admit that the provisions of the will are un- usual; your grandfather was a pecu- liar man in many respects; but he was thoroughly sane and his faculties were all sound to the last"
 He treated me lot better than I deserved" I said, with heartache that had not known often in my fire. sponsible life; but I could not afford to show feeling before Arthur Picker. ing.
 I picked up the copy of the will and examined 1t. It was undoubtedly au. thentic; it bore the certificate of the clerk of Wabana county. Indiana. The witnesses were Thomas Bates and Arthur Pickering.
 Who is Bates?" asked. pointing to the mans signature.
 One of your grandfather's discov. cries. He's in charge of the house out there. and a trustworthy fellow. He's fair cook, among other things. don't know where MT. Glenarm got Bates. but he had every confidence in him. The man was with him at the end"
 A picture of my grandfather dying, alone with a servant, while I, his only kinsman, wandered in strange lands, was not one that I could contemplate with much satisfaction. My grand father had been an odd little figure of a man. who always wore a long black coat, silk hat. and carried a curious staff, and said puzzling things at which everybody was afraid either to laugh or to cry. The thought of him touched me now. was glad to feel that his money had never been lure to me; it did not matter whether his estate was great or small, I could. at least, ease my conscience by obey. Ing the behest of the old man whose name I bore. and whose interest fin the liner things of life and art had given him an undeniable distinction.
 "I should like to know something of MT. Glenarm's last days" said ab. 1 ruptly.
 He wished to visit the village where he was born. and Bates, his companion and servant. went to Vermont with him. He died quite suddenly, and was buried beside his father in the old vii. age cemetery. I saw him last early h the summer. l was away from nome and aid not know of his death until 1t was all over. Bates came ,o report 1t to me. and to sign the neces. 'ary papers in prohating the will. It had to be done in the place of the de. 'edent's residence. and we went to- gether to Wabana, the seat of the county in which Annandale lies"
 was silent after this. looking out toward the sea that had called me since my earliest dreams of the world hat lay beyond 1t.
 Its a poor stake. Glenarm," re- marked Pickering consolingly, and I upon him.
 T suppose you think 1t poor stake! suppose you can't see anything in