The state herald., 1914-05-22

6dAo TctuTucu 10 tu6 mouse. ret W0at
place It must have been in its time!'
He went slowly back to where his con.
ductor sat on the lichened horse.
block.
Yves heah," called Uncle Jefferson
cheerfully. "Whut we gwinter do
mex. sub? Reck'n All better go ovah
ter Miss Dandridge's place fer er
crowbah. Lawd!" he added. "ef he
ain got de key! Whut yo' think OBJ
dat now?"
John Valiant was looking closely at
the big key; for there were words.
which he had not noted before en-
graved in the massive fiange. Friends
all hours" He smiled. The sentiment
sent warm current Of pleasure to
his finger-tlps. Here was the very
text Of hospitality!
A Lilliputian spider-web was
stretched over the preempted keyhole.
and he fetched grass-stem and poked
out its tiny gray.striped denizen be-
fore he Inserted the key In the rusted
lock. He turned 1t with a curious
sense of timidity. All the strength OF
his fingers was necessary before the
massive door swung open and the lev
cling sun sent Its late red rays into
the gloomy interior.
He stood In a spacious hall. his nos
trils filled with curious but not un-
pleasant aromatic odor with which the
place was strongly impregnated. The
hall ran the full length OF the build
ing. and in Its center wide, balus-
traded double staircase led to upper
darkness. The floor. where his foot
prints had disturbed the even gray
film OF dust, was Of fine close par
quetry and had been generously
strewn everywhere with a mica-like
powder. He stopped and took up a
pinch In his fingers. noting that 1t
gave forth the curious spicy scent
Dim paintings In tarnished frames
hung on the walls. From a niche on
the break Of the stairway looked down
the face OF tall Dutch clock, and on
one side protruded a huge bulging
something draped with yellowed
linen sheet. From its shape he
guessed this to be an elk's head Dust,
undisturbed. lay thickly on everything,
ghostly floating cobwebs crawled
across his face, and n bat fitted out
OF fireplace and vanished squeak
ing over his head. With Uncle JET.
ferson's help he opened the rear doors
and windows. knocked up the rusted
belts of the shutters and flung them
wide
But for the dust and cobwebs and
the strange odor. mingled with the
faint musty smell that pervades sun
less interior. the former owner OF the
house might have deserted II week
ago. On wall.rack lay two walking
sticks and a gold-mounted hunting
crop. and ON great carved chest
below II had been flung an opened
book bound in fooled leather. John
Valiant picked this up curiously. 1t
was Lucille" He noted that here
and there passages were marked with
penclled lines-some light and femi-
ninely delicate. some heavier. as
though two had been reading II to-
gether. noting their individual prefer
ences.
He laid II back musingly. and open
ing door. entered the large room 1t
disclosed This had been the dining
room. Al one end stood n crystal
knobbed mahogany sideboard. holding
glass ,candlesticks In the shape OF
Ionic columns-above It a quaint por-
trait OF n lady In hoops and love
curls-and at the other end was
huge fireplace with rust-red hre-dogs
and tarnished brass fender. All these.
with the round cen,lpede table and
the Chippendale chairs set In order
against the walls. were dimmed and
grayed with thick powdering OF dust