Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1908-05-29
THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Aashos Il ~rEiE MAIN, CHANCE ZELDA
CAMERON. !" Etc.
1906 by Bobbs-llsrrili Co.
CHAPTER xxll.-contlnued.

1engJn Dack ana Iortn SO tnaC It's rays
at every forward motion struck my
face like blow.
1T isn't exactly pleasant in this cav
ern. Unless you wish to turn me over
to the lord high executioner, win bid
you good night"
But the infamy OF this-of coming
in here to spy upon me-to help my
enemy-the man who is seeking plum
der-doesn't seem. to trouble you"
mo. Not particlei" she replied
quietly, and then, with an impudent
fling, "Oh, mol" she held up the lantern
to look at the wick. I'm really disap-
pointed to find that you were a little
ahead Of me, Squire Glenarm. didn't
give you credit for SO much-persever-
ance. But If you have the notes.
''The notes! He told you there were
notes, did he? The coward sent you
here to find them, after his other tools
failed him?"
She laughed that low laugh of hers
that was like the bubble of spring.
"Of course no one would dare deny
what the great Squire Glenarm says"
she said witheringly.
You can't know what your perfidy
means to me- said. THAT night at
the Armstrong;, thrilled at the sight
OF you. AS you came down the stair
way thought Of you as my good angel
and belonged to you,--all my life, the
better future that wished to make for
your sake.
Please don'ti" she exclaimed sor-
sowfully, the mirth all gone felt
that my words had touched her; that
there were regret and repentance in
her tone and In the gesture with which
she turned from me-
She hurried down the passage toward
the chapel, swinging the lantern at her
side, and / followed, still mystified,
and angered by her composure. She
even turned, with pretty courtesy, to
hold the light for me at the crypt
steps,-a service that accepted per
force and with joyless acquiescence in
the irony Of it.
you seem to know a good deal
about this place, and suppose can't
object to your familiarizing yourself
with your own property. And the
notes-Pll give myself the pleasure OF
handing them to you tomorrow. You
can cancel them and give them to Mr..
Pickering,-a fitting pledge between
you!"
thrust my hands into my pockets
to give an impression Of ease did not
possess.
YES" she remarked In a practical
tone; 100000 dollars is no mean
sum OF money. Mr.. Pickering will un-
doubtedly be delighted to have his
debts cancelled"
In exchange for life of devotion, /"
| sneered.. $50 you knew the sum
the exact amount of these notes. He
hasn't served you well. He should
have told you that we found them to-
day"
You are not nice, are you, Squire
Glenarm, when you are cross? But
Mr.. Pickering wasn't kind not to tell
me. Why, l might catch dreadful
cold down herel"
She was like Olivia now. felt the
utter futility of attempting to reason
with a woman who could become a
child at will. She walked up the steps
and out into the church vestibule.
Then before the outer door she spoke
with decision.
we part here, II you please! And
ri have not the slightest intention of
trying to explain my errand into that
passage You have jumped to your
own conclusion, which viii have to
serve You. advise you not to think
very much about ito the exclusion
of more important business Squire
Glenarm!" @
She lifted the lantern to turn out its
light, and 1t made glory of her face
but she paused and held It toward me-
Pardon mel You will need this to
light you home"
But you must not cross the park
alone!"
Good night! Please be sure to
close the door to the passage when you
go down. You are a dreadfully heed
less person, Squire Glenarm."
She flung open the outer chapel
door andsran along the path toward
st. Agathas. / watched her In the
starlight until a bend In the path hid
her swiftmoving figure.
Down through the passage has
tened. her lantern lighting my way
At the Door OF Bewilderment closed
the opening. setting up the line O
wan as we had left It in the after
noon, and then | went back to this
library, freshened the fire and broodet
before 1t until Bates came to relievt
me at dawn.
CHATTER XIII.