The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1915-01-01

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She was so amazed at this that's
stepped back and attempted to address
the stranger. But before she had got
much further than a timid and hest
tating Madam. the woman, reused
into action possibly by her interior
ence, made quick gesture suggestive
OF impatience IL not rebuke, and NOV
Ing resolutely towards the gate Miss
| Weeks had so indiscreetly left un-
guarded, pushed 1t open and disap-
peared within, dragging the little child
after her.
And she's in there still?"
u haven't seen her come out"
Then what's the matter with your"
called a burly, high-strung woman.
stepping hastily from the group and
laying her hand upon the gate still
standing temptingly ajar. "Its no
time for nonsense" she announced, as
she pushed 1t open and stepped
promptly in. followed by the motley
group of men and women who. IL they
lacked courage to lead. certainly
showed willingness to follow.
One glance and they felt their cour-
age rewarded.
Rumor, which so often deceives,
proved itself correct in this case. A
second gate confronted them exactly
like the first, even to the point OF
being held open by pebble placed
against the post. And a second fence.
also! built upon the same pattern as
the one they had just passed through;
! the two forming double barrier as
mysterious to contemplate In fact as
it had ever been in fancy. In gazing
at these fences and the canyonlike
walk stretching between them the
band of curious invaders forgot their
prime errand for moment.
But whatever the mysteries OF the
place. greater one awaited them be-
yond, and presently realizing this, they
burst with one accord through the Sec
ond gate into the mass of greenery
which. either from neglect or inten-
ton. masked this side of the Ostrander
homestead.
Never before had they beheld so law.
less growth or house so completely
lost amid vines and shrubbery. Two
solemn fir trees, which were all that
remained OF an old-time and famous
group, kept guard over the INTENDED
lawn. adding their suggestion of age
and brooding melancholy to the air
OF desolation infesting the whole place
One might be approaching tomb. for
all token that appeared Of human pres.
ence. Even sound was lacking. II
was like q painted scene-a dream OF
human extinction.
lnstinctively the women faltered and
the men drew back; then the very
silence caused a sudden reaction, and
with one simultaneous rush they made
for the only entrance they saw and
burst without further ceremony into
the house.
A common hall and common fur
nishings confronted them. More they
could not gather; for blocked as the
doorway was by their crowding fig
ures. the little light which sifted in
over their heads was not enough to
| show up details. Hating with one &C.
cord in what seemed to be the middle
of the uncarpeted floor, they waited
for some indication of clear passage
way to the great room where the Judge
would undoubtedly be found in CONVEX
sation with his strange guest.
The woman of the hard voice and
self-satisfied demeanor who had start
ed them upon this adventure was still
ahead; but even she quailed when she
found herself face to face with
heavy curtain instead Ut a yielding
door.
Look at this!" she whispered. push
ing the curtain inward with q quick
movement.
Sunshinei A stream of 1t, dazzling
them almost to blindness and sending
them, one and all. pellmell back upon
each other! However dismal the ap
lproach, here all was In brilliant light
with every evidence before them OF
busy life.
The room was not only filled, but
crammed, with furniture. This was
the first thing they noticed; then, as
their blinking eyes became accus-
toned to the glare and to the unex-
pected confusion of tables and chairs
and screens and standing receptacles
for books and pamphlets and boxes
labeled and padlocked, they beheld
something else.
The Judge was there. but In what a
condition.
From the end of the forty-foot room
his seated figure confronted them, ST.
lent, staring and unmoving. With
clenched fingers gripping the arms Of
his great chair and head held forward.
he looked like one frozen at the mo-
| ment of doom, such the expression Of
! features usually so noble. and now
almost unacceptable were 1t not for
the snow white of his locks and his
unmistakable brow.
| Frozeni Not an eyelash Quivered,