, 1908-02-06

see, a single article OF furniture in
the place.
Here's something you'll like better.
sir,"-and Bates paused far down the
hall and opened a door.
A single candle made a little pool
of light In What | felt to be a large
room. / was prepared for a disclosure
of barren u%gliness, and waited, in
heartsick foreboding. for the silent
guide to reveal a dreary prison.
Please sit here. sir" said Bates.
while I make a better light"
He moved through the dark room
with perfect ease, struck a match,
lighted a taper and went swiftly and
softly about. He touched the taper to
m candle after another,-they seem
ed to be everywhere,-and won from
the DARK a faint twilight, that yielded
slowly to a growing mellow splendor
of light. I nave often watched the
acolytes in dim ~cathedrals of the Old
World set countless candles ablaze on
magnificent altars,-always with awe
Tor the beauty of the spectacle; but
n this unknown house the austere
serving man summoned from the shad-
ows a lovlier and more b7%wildering en-
chantment. Youth alone, Cf beautiful
things, is l~ovelier than light.
The lines of the wall receded as the
light increased, and the raftered cell
ing drew away, Turing the eyes up
ward. | rose with a smothered ex-
clamation on my lips and stared about,
snatching off my hat in reverence as
the spirit of the place wove its spell
about me. Everywhere there were
books; they covered the walls to the
ceiling, with only long french win
dows and an enormous fireplace break
ing the line. Above the fireplace a
massive dark oak chimney-breast
further emphasized the grand scale of
the room. From every conceivable
place-from shelves built for the pur-
pose from brackets that thrust out
long arms among the books, from a
great crystal chandelier suspended
from the ceiling, m from the breast
OF the chimney-innumerable candles
blaEed will dazzling brilliancy. I OK
claimed In wonder and pleasure as
Bates paused, his sorcerer's wand in
hand.
mr.. Glenarm was very fond of can
delight; he liked to gather up candle
sticks. and his collection is very fine.
He often called this The House of a
Thousand Candles There's only about
a hundred here; but II was one of his
eonceits that when the house was I'm
ished there would be a thousand lights.
He had quite a joking way, your grand
father. 1t suited his humor to call 1t a
thousand. He enjoyed his own pleas
antries, sir"
81 fancy he did" I replied, staring In
bswilderment.
"Oil lamps might be more suited to
your own taste, sir. But o grand
father would not have them. Old brass
and copper were specialties with him,
and he had a particular taste, Mr.. Glen
arm had, in glass candle-sticks. He
held that the crystal was most effec-
tive of all. I'll go and let in the bag.
gageman and then serve you some sap
per-"
He went somberly out and ! exam
ined the room with amazed and de-
lighted eyes. 1t was so feet long and
half as widc The hardwood noor was
covered with hand 3me ru3, every
piece of furniture was quaint or inter
ssting. Carved in the heavy oak panel
ing above the fireplace. In large Old
English letters, was the inscription:
Che Spirit Of man Is the Candle Of the Eerd
and On either side great candelabra
sent long arms across h hearth. All
the hooks QpamaH ralafah TN arrhitars
ture; German and French works stood
side by side among those by English