The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-01-23
copyright 1906 BY Bobbs-Msrrili Co.
CHAPTER x.

IT ofthe great room. Bates brought |
some sandwiches and bottle of
at midnight.
III there's nothing more, sir"
sThat is all, Bates" And he went
sedately to his own quarters.
was restless and in no mood for
ID, and mourned the lack of variety
my grandfather library. ! moved
bout from shelf to shelf, taking down
e book after another, and while thus
gaged came upon series OF large
lumes extra illustrated in water col
8 Of unusual beauty. They occupied
lower shelf, and sprawled on the
Dor like a boy with new picture
bok In my absorption, piling the
eat volumes about me. They were
related subjects pertaining to the
rench chateaux.
Ia The last volume found sheet
white note paper no larger than
y hand, a forgotten book mark, | as
lmed. and half crumpled 1t in my fin
crs before | noticed the lines of a
encil Sketch on one side of 1t. / car
II was not the bit of idle penciling
had appeared to be at first sight. A
Gale had evidently been followed and
ne lines drawn with a ruler. With
UGH trifles my grandfather had no
onbt amused himself. There was
png corridor indicated, but of this I
ould make nothing. ] studied it for
everal minutes, thinking 1t might
ave been a tentative sketch of some
art of the house. In turning it about
nder the candelabrum | saw that In
everal places the glaze had been
ubbed from the paper by an eraser,
nd this piqued my curiosity. /
rought magnifying glass to bear
pom the sketch The drawing had
cen made with hard pencil and the
raser had removed the lead, but a
yell defined imprint remained.
was able to make out the letters,
w. u to Ca reference clearly
cough to points of the compass and
distance. The word ravine was
Doorway or opening of some sort, and
len the phrase:
HE DOOR OF BEWILDERMENT.
Now / am rather an imaginative
'erson; that is why engineering cap
lred my fancy 1t was his efforts
!, make an architect Ga person who
uarrels with women about their
itchen sinks!) of boy who wanted
be an engineer hat caused me to
reak with my grandfather. Fate was
usy With my affairs that night, for,
lstead of lighting my pipe with the
tile Sketch | was strangely impelled
study it seriously.
drew for myself rough outlines of
ne Interior of Glenarm House as it
I'D appeared to me, and then tried
reconcile the little sketch with ev-
~ part of it,
The Door of Bewilderment" was
le charm that held me. My curiosity
AS thoroughly aroused as to the hid
en- corners of the queer old house,
ound which the wind shrieked tor
ientingly. went to my room, put
n my corduroy coat, took candle
md went below. One o'clock in the
forming is not the most cheering
our for exploring the dark recesses
q Htrange house, but had resolved
baye look at the ravine opening
nd determine, If possible, whether ii
ore any relation to THE Door of Be.
yilderment."
All was quiet in the great cellar;
nly here and there an area window
attled dolorously. | carried a tape.
inc with me and made measurements
the length and depth of the CORR.
or and of the chambers that were set
~ from it. These figures entered in
ny notebook for further use, and sat
own on an empty nail keg to reflect
he place was certainly substantial
le candle at my feet burned steadily
sith no hint of draft but saw nc
nolution of my problem. | was losing
eep for nothing; my grandfather
hKetch was meaningless, and l rose
I'D picked up my candle. yawning
Then a curious thing happened. The
candle. whose thin fame had risen un
OAavelangly, sputtered and went out as
81 sudden gust swept the corridor.
! had left nothing open behind me
cut some one had gained ingress tc
elc cellar by an opening of which
snew nothing.
ar faced the stairway that led up t.
esle back hall of the house when, tc
y establishment, steps sounded be
md me, and, turning, saw a mar
carrying lantern coming toward me
81 marked his careless step; he wa!
bldoubtedly on familiar ground. AS
eratched him he paused, lifted the Ian
I'm to level with his eyes and be
8 IN sonnding the outer corridor wal
nth hammer.
Here, undoubtedly, was my frienC
lorgan-again! There was the sam,
lriodicity in the beat on the wal
at had heard In my own rooms
. began at the TOP and went method