Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-21

 a lamp shone brightly at either side of massive entrance. Bates flung 1t open without ado. and stepped quick ly into a great hall that was lighted dimly by candles fastened into brack- cts on the walls.
 T hope you've not expected too much, MT. Glenarm." said Bates. with 2 tone of mild apology. Its very in- complete for living purposes"
 Well we've got to make the best of it." answered, though without much cheer. The sound of our steps echoed in the well of a great stair case. There was not, as far as could see, a single article of furniture in the place.
 Here's something you'll like better. sir."-and Bates paused far down the hall and opened door.
 A single candle made a little pool of light in what felt to be large room. was prepared for disclosure of barren ugliness, and waited, in heartsick foreboding. for the silent guide to reveal dreary prison.
 Please sit here, sir" said Bates. while make better light"
 He moved through the dark room with perfect ease. struck 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 growing mellow splendor of light I 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. I rose with a smothered ex- clamation on my lips and stared about, snatching of my hat in reverence as the spirit of the place wove its 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 the fireplace a 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 6 great crystal chandelier suspended from the ceiling, and from the breast of the chimney-innumerab candles blazed with dazzling brilliancy. l ex- claimed in wonder and pleasure as Bates paused, his sorcerer's 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 fin ished there would be thousand lights. He had quite joking way, your grand father. It suited his humor to call 1t thousand. He enjoyed his own pleas antries, sir"
 q fancy he did" replied, staring in bewilderment.
 "Oil lamps might be more suited to your own taste, sir. But your grand. father would not have them. Old brass and copper were specialties with him, and he had particular taste, MT. Glen. arm had, in glass candle-sticks. He held that the crystal was most effec. tive of all. I'll go and let in the bag. gageman and then serve you some sup per"
 He went somberly out and I exam. ined the room with amazed and de lighted eyes. It was 50 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 Olt English letters, was the inscription: Che Spirit of man is the Candle Of the rcr' and on either side great candelabr; sent long arms across the hearth. Al the books seemed related to architec ture; German and French works stoo, side by side among those by Englisl and American authorities. I foun archaeology represented in a division where all the titles were Latin or Ita ian. I opened several cabinets tha contained sketches and drawings, al in careful order; and in another foun an elaborate card catalogue. evldentl the work of a practiced hand. Tn minute examination was too much fo me; I threw myself into a great chai that might have been spoil from
 cathedral, satisfied to enjoy the ger eral effect. To find an apartment s handsome and so marked by goo taste in the midst of an Indiana WOO staggered me. I was so lost in col temptation that I did not hear a doc open behind me. The respectfu mournful voice of Bates announced:
 There's bite ready for you. sir
 followed him through the hall to
 small high-wainscoted room where
 table was simply set.
 This is what MT. Glenarm calle the refectory. He took his own mea