Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-21

tance rom 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 will lage hackman languidly solicited my business. Suddenly out of the shad- ows came tall, curious figure of man clad in long ulster. As write, it is with quickening of the sensa- tion I received on the occasion of my first meeting with Bates. His lank, gloomy figure rises before me now, and I hear hls deep melancholy voice, as, touching his hat respectfully, he said:
 Beg pardon, sir; is this MT. Glen arm? am Bates from Glenarm House. MT. Pickering wired me to meet you, sir"
 Yes; to be sure," said.
 The hackman was already gathering up my traps, and gave him my trunk | checks.
 How far is it?" I asked, my eyes resting, little regretfully, must con fess, on the rear lights of the vanish ing tram.
 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" I suggested. drawing the cool air into my lungs. It was still, starry Octo- Der night, and its freshness was grate- full after the hot sleeper. Bates ac- cepted 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 nondescript wagon l. followed Bates down through the broad, quiet street of the village. There was more of Annandale tkan had imagined, and several tall smokestacks loomed here and there in the thin starlight.
 "Brickyards, sir" said Bates. way. ing his hand at the stacks. Its a considerable center for that kind of business" ...-
 Bricks without straw?" I asked. as we passed a radiant saloon that blazed upon the board walk. Es .
 Beg pardon, sir, but such places are the ruin of men,"-on which remark based a mental note that Bates wished to impress me with his own rectitude.
 He swung beside me, answering questions with dogged brevity. Clear ly, here was a man who had reduced human intercourse to basis of neces- slty. was to be shut up with him for year, and he was not likely to prove cheerful jailer. My feet struck upon graveled highway at the end of the village street, and I heard suddenly the tapping of water. .a-
 Its the lake, sir. This road leads right out to the house." Bates ex. plained.
 was doomed to mediate pretty steadily, I imagined, on the beauty of the landscape in these parts, and l was rejoiced to know that it was not all cheerless prairie or gloomy wood land. The wind freshened and blew sharply upon us of the water.
 "The fishing's quite good in season Mir. Glenarm used to take great pleasure in 1t. Bass,-yes, sir. Mir Glenarm held there was nothing quite equal to black bass.'
 I liked the way the fellow spoke O: my grandfather. He was evidently : loyal retainer. No doubt he coult summon from the past many pictures of my grandfather. and determined to encourage his confidence.
 Any resentment 1 felt on first hear ing the terms ot my grandfather's vii had passed. He had treated me al we'll as I deserved, and the least
 could do was to accept the penalty h' had laid upon me in sane and amia ble spirit. This tram of thought occu pied me as We tramped along the high way. The road now led away iron the lake and through heavy wood 1 Presently, on the right loomed a darl barrier. and put out my hand ant touched a wall of rough stone tha rose to a height of about eight feet. What is this, Bates?" I asked. This is Glenarm land, sir. Th' wall was one of your grandfather ideas. It's a quarter of a mile lon, and cost him a pretty penny. warran you. The road turns of from tn, lake now. but the Glenarm property i all lake front"
 So there was a vail about my pris on house, I grinned cheerfully [, myself When. a few moments later my gmde paused at an arched gatewa. in the long wall. drew from his over coat a bunch of keys and fumbled a the lock of an iron gate. felt th spirit of adventure quicken within me The gate clicked behind us an, Bates found a lantern and lighted i with the ease of custom
 T use this gate because it's nearer The regular entrance is farther dow the road Keep close. sir, as the tim Der isn't much cleared
 The undergrovth was indeed heavy and followed the lantern of my guld with diffculty. Ia darkness the plac seemed as wild and rough as a tropi cal wilderness
 -Only a little farther rose Bates voice ahead of me: and then: There I .t. rs~I< ss~--arf Iffrfru my ove<