Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1907-04-25
CHAPTER III.
The House of a Thousand Camden.

The House OF a Thousand Candies.
Annandale derives its chief impor.
lance from the fact that two railway
lines intersect there. The Chicago ex.
press paused only for moment while
the porter deposited my things beside
me on the platform. Light streamed
from the open door of the station;
few idlers paced the platform, staring
into the windows of the cars; the viii
lage hackman languidly solicited my
business. Suddenly out of the shad-
ows came tall, curious figure of
man clad in long ulster AS 1 write,
it is with quicl1ening of the sensa-
ton l received on the occasion of my
first meeting with Bates. His lank,
gloomy figure rises before me now,
and hear his deep melancholy voice,
as, touching his hat respectfully, he
said:
beg pardon, sir; is this Mr.. Glen
arm? am Bates from Glenarm
House. Mr.. Pickering wired me to
meet you, SIR"
Eyes; to be sure" l said
The hackman was already gathering
up my traps, and gave him my trunk
checks
How far is it?" 1 asked, my eyes
resting, a little regretfully, must con-
fess, on the rear lights of the vanish
ing train.
1.-TWO miles, sir" Bates replied.
There's no way over but the hack in
winter. In summer the steamer comes
right into our dock"
my legs need stretching; I'll walk, )"
suggested, drawing the cool air into
my lungs. 1t was still, starry Octo-
Der night, and its freshness was CRATE
full after the hot sleeper. Bates ac'
copied the suggestion without com
ment. We walked to the end of the
| platform, where the hackman was al
ready tumbling my trunks about, and
after we had seen them piled upon
his nondescrlpt wagon l followed
Bates down through the broad, quiet
street of the village. There was more
of Annandale than had imagined, and
several tall smokestacks doomed here
and there in the thin starlight.
"Brickyards, sir" said Bates, wav
ing his hand at the stacks. Its a
considerable center for that kind OF
business"
Bricks without straw" l asked, as
we passed radiant saloon that blazed
upon the board walk.
BEG pardon, sir but such places are
the ruin of men, ON which remark
based a menta. note that Bates wished
to impress me with his own rectitude
He swung beside me, answering
questions with logged brevity. Clear
ly, here was a man who had reduced
human intercourse to basis of neces
sIty. l was to be shut up with him TO
year, and he was not likely to prov,
cheerful jailer. My feet struck upol
graveled highway at the end of tn
village street, and heard suddenl.
the tapping of water.
Its the lake, sir. This road lead
right out to the house." Bates eS
planned.
l was doomed to mediate prett
steadily, 1 imagined, on the beauty G
the landscape in these parts, and
was rejoiced to know that it was nc
all cheerless prairie or gloomy woot
land The wind freshened and bleV
sharply upon us off the water.
1.-THE fishing's quite good in season
, Mr.. Glenarm used to take grea
pleasure in it. Bass,-yes, sir. MI
Glenarm held there was nothing quit
equal to black bass"
l liked the way the fellow spoke c
, my grandfather He was evidently
loyal retainer. No doubt he coul
summon from the past many picture
of my grandfather, and | determine
to encourage his confidence,
CrO BE CONTINUED)