, 1908-02-06
ias had only auiot.ned my ola aaee.

nag had only quicksnsd my oid a1ee-
tioa for him.
I suppose" he continued, You 40
cspt ~ gospel truth what that fellow
tells yeu about the estate. hould b
q little wary IL were you. Now. rye
been kicking around here for q couple
OF weeks, lodging the detectives, and
incidentally reading the wspapers
Perhaps o don't understand that
this estate Of John Marshall Glenarm
has been talked about a good Bit"
Il didn't know It," I said lamely.
you couldn't know, when you were
coming from the Mediterranean on a
steamer. But the house out there and
the mysterious disappearance Of the
property have been duly discussed.
You're evidently an object of some
public intsrest,"-and he drew from
his pocket q newspaper cutting.
Here's a sample item" He read,
John Glenarm, the grandson Of
John Marshall Glenarm, the eccentric
millionaire who died suddenly in Yer.
mont last summer, arrived on the
Maxinkuckes from Naples yesterday.
Under the terms Of his grandfather's
will, Glenarm is required to reside for
a year at a curious house established
BY John Marshall Glsnarm near Lake
Annandale. Indiana.
This provision was made, accord
ing to friends Of the family, to test
young Glenarm's staying qualities, a.
he has, since his graduation from the
Massachusetts, Institute of Technology
five years ago, distributed a consider.
able fortune left by his father In con.
templating the wonders of the old
world. 1t is reported"
THAT will do! Signs and wonders
l have certainly beheld, and II 1 spent
my patrimony 1 submit that l got my
money back"
l paid my bill and took a hanson
for the ferry,-Larry with me, chatting
away drolly with his old zest. As the
boat drew out into the river a silence
fell upon us,-the silence that Is pos
sible only between old friends. As l
looked back at the lights of the city,
something beyond the sorrow at part
ing from a comrade touched me. A
sense of foreboding. of coming danger,
crept into my heart. But I was going
upon the tamest possible excursion:
for the first time in my life | was sub
uniting to the direction of another
albeit n who lay in the grave. How
like my grandfather 1t was to die leav-
ing this compulsion POE me! My
moo changed suddenly and as the
boat bumped at the pier I laughed.
Bah! these mem" calculated Larry.
"What mem" I demanded. giving my
bags to a porter.
These men who are in love-" he
said. 81 know the signs,-mooning,
silence, sudden inexplicable laughter!
l hope I'll not be in jail when you're
married"
You'll be in a long time II they hold
you for that. Here's my train"
We talked of old times, and of flu
ure meetings, during the few minutes
that remained.
ru%stication," I said, scribbling An
Mandate, Wabana county, Indiana" on
a card. Now if you need me at any
time I'll come to you wherever you
are. You understand that, old a
Good-by."
Write me, are of my father-herl
have my address, though this last row
Of mine made him pretty hot"
I passed through the gate and down
the long train to my sleeper. Turning
with my foo on the step. l waved a
farewell to Larry, who stood outside
watching me.
In a moment the heavy train was
moving slowly out into the night upon
its westward Journey.