Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1908-02-07
THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author Of 1.-THE MAIN CHANCE" ZELDA
CAMERON" Etc.
Copyright 1905 by Bobbs-Merrill Co.
vIlI.-continued.

seemed to like my name anu gave IL
a disagreeable drawing emphasis.
Morgan, you are an internal black
guard. You have tried twice to kill
me-"
We'll call it that, If you like, and
he grinned. But you'd better cut
off one for this"
He lifted the gray fedora hat from
his head, and poked his finger through
a hole In the top
You're a pretty fair shot, Mr.. Glen
arm. The fact about me ts,"-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 sighted you from the casino
half dozen times with my gun, but
| was afraid to risk It," He seemed
to be shaken with inner mirth. IF
I'd missed, / wasn't sure you'd be
scared to DEATH"
For a novel diversion / heartily rec
ommend a meeting with the assassin
who has, only few days or hours be |
fore, tried to murder you. know of
nothing in the way of social adventure
that is quite equal to 1t
Morgan, I hope ybu understand
that / am not respoy sible for any in
fury my grandfather may have inflict-
ed on you. / ha1aet seen him for sew
aral years befo u he died. | was never
at Glenarm Sfore in my life, so it's a
little rough hr you to visit your dis
pleasure Cd me-"
He spilled tolerantly as I spoke. l
knew <and he knew that / did-that
no "A feeling against my grandfather
If ,$back of his interest in my affairs.
""You're not quite the man your
n grandfather was, Mr.. Glenarm. You'll
excuse my bluntness, but l 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
afraid, Mr.. Glenarm, that you're mott"
There you have it, Morgan! I fully
agree with you! I'm as dull as an
oyster; that's the reason I've called
pm you for enlightenment. Consider
that I'm here under flag of truce, and
let's see If we can't come to an agree
ment."
Its too late, Mr.. Glenarm; too late.
There was time when we might have
done some business; but that's past
now. You seem like pretty decent
fellow, too, and I'm sorry didn't sec
you sooner; but better luck next time. .
WELL" / said, seeing that | should
only make myself ridiculous by trying
to learn anything from him, Il hope
: our little spats through windows and
on walls won't interfere with our
i pleasant social relations. And don't
} hesitate to tell you,"-I was exerting
myself to keep down my anger,-"that
/ If catch you on my ground again II
I'LL you with lead and sink you in the
lake."
THANK you, sir" he said, with sc
perfect an imitation of Bates voice
and manner that | smiled in spite o.
myself
And now, IL you'll promise not tt
fire into my back I'll wish you goot
/ day. Otherwise"
? He snatehed of his hat and boWet
: profoundly. It'll suit me much bette
. to continue handling the case on you
/ own grounds" he said, as though b.
= referred to business matter. xiii
0 ing a man on your own property re
I quires some explaining-you may hav
noticed it,"
Eyes; | commit most of my murder
away from home" | said. Il forme
the habit early in life. Good day, Mo-
o gan"
8 AS turned away he closed his doc
T. with slam,-a delicate way of assn
n ing me that he was acting in goo
u faith. and not preparing to punctur
a my back with rife ball. regaine
n the lake shore, feeling no great di
II enlargement over the lean results {
10 my interview, but rather fresh re.
for the game, whatever the gam
might be.
The sun was going his ruddy wa
OF beyond st. Agatha's as l drove n
OF canoe into little cove near whic
b the girl in the tam-o' -shanter had di
appeared the day before. The sho
was high here and at the crest was
- long curved bench of stone, bold
~ reminiscential of Alma, Tadema, and
=. clearly the creation of John Marsh:
"a Glenarm as though his name ID be-
an carved upon 1t.
s.. It was assuredly spot for pi
r., and mood. and as the shadows ere
al through the wood before me and t
ia water, stirred by the rising wind,
ny gan to beat below. invoked the o
n and yielded to the other. Somethi
es. in the withered grass at my Il
IL caught my eye. / bent and picked