The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1907-01-26
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ed to be everywnere.-and won frora
, the dark a faint twilight, that yielded
slowly to a 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. | rose with a smothered ex.
clamation on my lips and stared about,
snatching off 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
massive dark oak chimney-breast
the room. From every conceivable
place-from shelves built for the pur.
pose, from brackets that thrust out
long arms among the books, from
great crystal chandelier suspended
from the ceiling. and from the breast
of the himney-innumerab candles
blazed with dazzling brilliancy. / ex-
claimed in wonder and pleasure as
Bates paused, his sorcerer's wand in
hand.
Mr.. 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
hundred here; hut 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 a
Thousand. He enjoyed his own pleas.
ar>tries. sll'."
II fancy he did" I replied, staring in
hewilderment
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 q particular taste. Mr.. 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 SUD.
per"
He went somberly out and exam.
ined the room with amazed and de.
lighted eyes. 1t was so feet long and
BALI 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 inscriptions:
Che Spirit u man is the Candle Of the rord
and on either side great candelabra
sent long arms across the hearth. All
the books seemed related to architec-
t'lre; German and French works stood
side by side among those by English
and American authorities. I found
archaeology represented in a division
where all the titles were Latin or Ital-
ian. | opened several cabinets that
contained sketches and drawings, all
III 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 a
cathedral, satisfied to enjoy the gen.
eral effect. To find All apartment SO
handsome and so marked by good
taste In the midst of an Indiana wood
staggered me. T was SO lost in con.
temptation that did not hear door
open behind me. The respectful,
,nournful voice of Bates announced:
There's bite ready for you, sir.
I followed him through the hall to a.
small high walnscoted room where
table was simply set.
This ts what Mr.. Glenarm called
the refectory. He took his own meals
here. The library was the main thing
with him. He never lived to finish the
house.-more's the pity, sir. He would
have made something very handsome
,f 1t If he'd had few years more. But
he hoped, sir, that you'd see it com.
pleted, The work was near his heart.
SIR
Yes, 10 be sure. replied.
He brought cold fowl and salad.
and produced a bit of Stilton of un.
mistakable authenticity
i trust the ale is cooled TO your lil4-
ing. It's your grandfather's favorite,
If may say it. sir
| liked the fellows humility. He
served me with grave Difference and
an accustomed hand. Candles in crys-
tai holders shed an agreeable light
upon the table; the room was snug and
comfortable, and hickory logs in a
small fireplace cracked cheerily. If
my grandfather had designed to punish
me, with loneliness as his weapon, his
shade, II it lurked near me, must have
been grievously disappointed. I had
often eaten my bread alone, and