Arizona republican., 1908-10-09

| peared walking down the long hall.
 Mrs. Bedell pinched my arm. There i he is," she whispered. q know he'd
 look like that" For myself I hadn't | had a notion as to whether he would
 be slender and ethereal or fat with jowls hanging over his collar but now . l studied him somewhat carefully. He
 is a slight man with a pale face in
 which the lack of color is emphasized { by the peculiar reddish tinge of his
 hair and pointed beard. His face shows
 refinement, imagination and a great
 capacity for enthusiasm, especially his
 eyes, which are brown. large, and so 1 brilliant that when he talks of sub ! jects that interest him they seem fair fly to glow. For the rest his thin and
 moderately tall form was dressed in
 the inevitable gray tweed of the Eng | lishman off parade. He carried a light lwallling stick and a soft gray hat in one hard.
 He greeted us much more pleasantly than we had any right to expect and in answer to our questions he showed us some of the rooms explaining the two fine old fireplaces in his dining room by saying that he had enlarged it by making two smaller rooms into single large room. He conducted us
 through the various rooms himself, in cluding the green house. was care full to note that he called it that and not conservatOry-whe the red til- ed walls were banked with heliotrope and Muscat vines climbed under the glass roof. In answer to some ques- tions from Hendrix, who. being liter Iary, was interested in such things, the author took us into his library and showed us the big bound volumes con taining the manuscript copy of his va rious books, all written in a clear flow ing hand, the lines far apart and the spaces in between as well as the mar gins filled with changes and cOrrec- tions made in the process of revision. To my mind these books were the most interesting things we had seen except the author himself, but they evidently bored Mrs. Bedell, for she said sud denly in her best society tone:
 Tt must be lovely to live in this dear old castle, MT. Caine. Do tell us something about its history"
 The author looked at her gravely and it was impossible to tell whether or not amusement was concealed behind those brilliant big eyes.
 Tt isn't a castle really" he said. At least it always has seemed to me that the name is much too grand for it. But that was not my doing. It was named by the man who built it. twen- ty or thirty years before I was born. So you see t cannot ever claim an- tiquity. When I bought it fifteen years ago the name had been so long in use that it was quite hopeless tO change it -one must think of the postman you know, not to speak of ones cores pondents. But don't go telling anyone that l dwell in marble halls, just be- cause my house happens to be called castle"
 I suspect that he was amused. but of course Mrs. Bedell didn't fathom that. Do you have many visitors from America drawn hither by your descrip- tioHs of the people and their life?" she went on sweetly. ignoring the violent nudges of my clbow-Or maybe she didn't feel it for she laces horribly and wears armOr plate corsets.
 This time the novelist smiled. He doesn't look like a man who laughs often. but his smile was very plea sant one.