The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-01-09
THE HOUSE OF
"A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
(, Author Of THE MAIN CHANCE" ZELDA
M CAMERON" Etc.
Copyright 1906 BY Bobbs-Merrili Co.
CHAPTER vIII.-continued.

v knock.
Morgan" began.
wont you come in and rest your
self. Mr.. Glenarm?" he interrupted
Il reckon you're tired from your trip
ovor-''
tfThank you, no." snapped.
%Suit yourself, Mr.. Glenarm." He
seemed to like my name and gave it
q disagreeable drawing emphasis.
Morgan, you are an Internal black
guard. You have tried twice to kill
me"
Well call it that, If you like. and
he grinned. But you'd better cut
Z. on one for this"
He lifted the gray fedora hat from
his head. and poked his finger through
q hole in the top.
81 You're pretty fair shot, Mr.. Glen
4 arm. The fact about me is,"-and he
winked,-"the honest truth is, I'm all
out of practice. Why. sir, when saw
you padding out on the lake this after
noon l sighted you from the casino
e half dozen times with my gun, but
was afraid to risk It," He seemed
TO be shaken with inner mirth. IF
ia missed, I wasn't sure you'd be
4 scared to DEATH"
For novel diversion heartily rec
pnmend meeting with the assassin
who has, only few days or hours be-
tore, tried to murder you. l know of
nothing in the way of social adventure
that is quite equal to 1t.
Morgan, l hope you understand
that l am not responsible for any in
Jury my grandfather may have infiict-
ed on you. l hadn't seen him for sew
eral years before he died. was never
st Glenarm before in my life, SO it's a
little rough for you to visit your dis
pleasure on me-
He smiled tolerantly as l spoke.
.&new-and he knew that l did-that
nc i'll feeling against my grandfather
aay back of his interest in my affairs.
You're not quite the man your
grandfather was, Mr.. Glenarm. You'll
axcuse my bluntness, but / take it
That you're frank man yourself. He
was a very keen person, and, I'm
afraid, he chuckled with evident
satisfaction to himself.-'Tm really
lfraid, Mr.. Glenarm, that you're mott"
"There you have it, Morgan fully
agree with you! Pm as dull as an
oyster; that's the reason I've called
on you for enlightenment. Consider
that I'm here under flag of truce, and
Tets see If we can't come to an agree
ment."
Its too late, Mr.. Glenarm; too late.
There was a time when we might have
done some business; but that's past
now. You seem like a pretty decent
fellow, too, and I'm sorry l didn't see
you sooner; but better luck next time"
well" said, seeing that l should
only make myself ridiculous by trying
20 learn anything from him. Il hope
our little spats through windows and
on walls won't interfere with our
pleasant social relations. And I don't
hesitate to tell you'll was exerting
myself to keep down my anger,-"that
" catch you on my ground again I'll
all you with lead and sink you in the
lake"
"Thank you, sir" he said, with so
perfect an imitation of Bates voice
and manner that l smiled in spite of
myself.
"And now, If you'll promise not to
are into my back I'll wish you good
day. Otherwise"
He snatched off his hat and bowed
PROFOUNDLY. It'll suit me much better
to continue handling the case on your
own grounds" he said, as though he
4
Ing man on your own property re-
q quires some explaining-you may have
noticed it?"
Yes; l commit most of my murders
away from home," said. Il formed
the habit early in life. Good day, Nor
gan"
AS turned away he closed his door
with a slam,-a delicate way of assur
ing me that he was acting in good
faith, and not preparing to puncture
my back with rife ball. regained
the lake shore, feeling no great dis
enlargement over the lean results Of
my interview, but rather a fresh zest
for the game, whatever the game
might be.
The sun was going his rudy way
beyond st. Agatha's as / drove my
canoe into little cove near which
the girl In the tam-o'-shanter had dis
appeared the day before. The shore
was high here and at the crest was &
long curved bench of stone, boldly
reminiscential of Alma Tadema, and a!
clearly the creation of John Marshal
Glenarm as though his name ID beer
carved upon it.
1t was assuredly spot for pip,
and mood and as the shadows crep
through the wood before me and tn,
water. stirred by the rising wind, be
gan to beat below. | invoked the on
and yielded to the other. Something
In the withered grass at my fee
caught my eye. bent and picked III
D ctrins of gold beads. dropped there