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ROOM By ANNA MiCLURE SHOLI (Copyright, by Shorts;. ; i > In tlip spriti" 1 r- > xv. :t letter from a London tirm of lawyers in forming me that In the death of my great-unde, William CVurtright, 1 had become pos-e--* :• o* 1 - nm.erty, consisting of several thousand pounds and an ancient h< m . neat Canterbury. On the voyage ov r. I .. j i-i.- an to arrange into some :• i li.tr <■ of personality the digit• , r- wlmlge 1 possessed ot mv do.. ,i-# . - e.y, dr family circle In . . lx»n spoken ot with a mu . >.1ire ol awe and distrust, a- . -< me one far removed from ever;da; h f: by }iis habits of 1 ito and tin ; _ f knew that in his youth In had studied architecture, law and };. • .may, hut had adopted no prol'-— a.:!. n restless and insatiable nit-ii-v, mpelling him always onward to il".; fields ol knowledge. On the deal;; of his fa ther he invested his share of the patrimony to advantage and left tlit United States, never to return. T hat had been 40 years ago. During his long self-exile lie traveled extensively in Europe and Asia; and, at last, purchased a house in the south of England, which lie tilled with the strange curiosities and bizarre bric a-brac collected in his travels. In this house he bad died. When I passed for the first time across its threshold, and stood in tlie broad, low-roofed hall, tilled with an indescribable jumble of tape-tries. Indian brasses, old china, ecclesiasti cal vessels, altar hangings, bridal chests and what noi, 1 had the sen saiion of being in the presence of mv uncle himself. The moral atmos phere of houses is sometimes as subtle and penetrative as that sur rounding an impressive personality. The spirit of William Court right had found expression and cmhodi ment in the strange furnishings of this sixteenth century dwelling. “A kind 0/ modern Faust,'5 I re flected. as tli<? silent 'housekeeper, an Inheritance with the house, led me from room to room with stonv im passiveness, as if she herself were but a bit of ancient bric-a-brac come to life. “This is a fine bedroom. 1 will use this while I am here.” We were standing in the center of a large room which seemed of later date than the rest of the house, its vaulted roof and pointed windows being of the pseudo-tiothie of the eighteenth century. Like the other rooms, it contained bric-a-brac and art treasures, but more sparsely placed. The height of the ceiling and the views from the loftv win dows commended il to me as an airv and pleasant bed chamber. “This was Mr. Court right's room, sir. If 1 may be so hold as to sug gest, sir, I would say that the blue bed chamber is to be preferred. It has the sun and the view of the cathedral.” I was astonished to discern a » quaver of anxiety in the woman’s P voice. What possible dill'erenco f could it make <0 her which room I took? 1 turned ami looked directly gt her. The stony mask had dropped from her face. Anxiety and plead ing were in her dim eves. “But this room is pleasant," I said. “I prefer it.'5 “Very well, sir.” Her voice was resigned. As 1 was .turning to the door the sun, which through the morning had been obscured by lieuvy clouds, burst forth, revealing every part of the room with distinctness. Then 1 no ticed for the first time a horrible ob ject—a large stone gargoyle, tiie size, indeed, of a dwarf, fastened high on the wall above the tire place. No stone monster on the balustrade of Notre Dame, where mediaeval fancy has taken its most grotesque shapes, could compare with it for hideousness. The knees were drawn up to the humped breast, as if in a spasm of pain; the preter natural ly long arms wore wrapped about the knees: the crooked shoul ders were drawn convulsivelv for ward. it was the face that fofcused the horror of the liguiv. The great nose and ear-, the shapcle-s. gaping mouth, t: • n eeding roivhcnd. would in themselves have been re volting. ( onto: led a- tho\ were with an expression of the inlensest malignity and hate. the\ seemed capable of inspi-.ng a kind of night mare terror. J at once associated the gargoyle with the housekeeper's protest against my occupying this particular room. I hat s a pretty piece of brie-n ',rn' • I said. going towards the lireplace. "Where iliil vonr master pick up such a horror-'" I he woman lunl grown strangely pale. 'I 'Imit ilou t know, si r." she stammered, and then, as if she found relict iii word-, slic went on ipikklv. It s an awl id thing. When von'rr in the room it makes you look at it. It follows you with its stare, with its curse, 1 say. Master would never have it taken down. He looked at it when he was dying— when he was dead. The stone man and the dead man stared at each other till I closed his eves.” She was trembling violently, and stealing furtive glain-cs at the iigure as she spoke. The figure of the gargoyle haunt ed me. even in the full, warm June light wnieh tlooded the ancient garden where I walked after my early dinner. I had an impulse to go in and examine the figure more closely, but I was curiously averse to handling it. There was something uncanny in its coldness. That night I went early to my room, intending to read in bed, as was my habit, lint I could not fix toy mind upon the book, a French novel, a mere bit of puff-paste with sugar ornaments. My eyes would wander to the fearful image above the fireplace. It seemed more alive, more real than the rtTTTnittiidin.lWflii'WTiitrm twmvm, A Strange Coldness Seemed to Radi ate from the Figure. Parisians of the talc, its passion ! more potent for evil. I blew out the | candle to bide its stare, and soon i fell asleep. ■, 1 awoke in a cold sweat, and with a horrible oppression. The room was flooded with moonlight, and I turned my eyes involuntarily to the gargoyle. 1 ts lips seemed to be moving, ns if it were struggling to speak. 1 had an insane notion that the thing might come crawling down from its place like a monstrous speckled gray spider. I lit a candle hurriedly, my hand shaking with a sickening fear, of which I was mor tally ashamed. Then, rising, 1 drew a chair before the fireplace, and standing on it forced myself to ex amine the gargoyle closely. I found that it was fastened to the wall bv a cement as hard as granite. There 1 wae no possibility of removing it. A strange coldness seemed to radiate from the figure, as if it were of ice. A week of restless nights induced me to change my bedroom. There was no use reasoning with myself. The hideous figure crowded the place with its presence. I felt as if 1 should lose my breath under that incubus. The housekeeper asked no ques tions, hut tier relief was visible. On the day that I moved into the blue bed chamber 1 wrote to my law yers in London, asking them if they knew of any full inventor}’ of mv late uncle’s art treasures, one which not only catalogued them, but do serihed the means of their acquisi tion. In reply I received a sealed packet bearing the address “To my Heir.” The accompanying letter stated that my uncle had made this catalogue only a month before his death, but had instructed his law yer- not to deliver it “unless my great-nephew proves his interest in art objects by asking for such a catalogue.’ in the exen’f of im not asking for it. they had instructions to Imrn it after the lapse of a cer tain period of time. T opened the packet with a strange conviction that it was more .linn a mere catalogue. 1 recognized at i once the clear but crabbed hand wri tine. the same which appeared in v the inventory of the ‘‘gargoyle room," as I now called it. I he catalogue proved no cata logue after all. but a letter from my I uncle to me. "lVitr nephew, whom 1 shall never see. it began, “I am soon to di«. \\ hr should one go to one's grate j bearing the full burden of or.e’s secrets!' I am not a believer. T | cannot make my confession to anv I priest. 1 make ii now to you. Yet j you may timer see this paper. You are to sec it only under condition of making a request which you may never make. Yet your interest in the gargoyle " "\our interest in the gargovle may lead you to make inquiries con cerning its history . I alone can tel! von what it is. Wln'ii I returned mem lIn' eonli : nciit to Knglatid after nmnv wars of travel. ami i -taWi-lHd m\self In 111i> llOUSC. | 11 ’ o|; _ 111 V Itll III' .1 -I -.1:100 crcatur ■. a hurrililt- <,» ;,i- , ,,l' a dwarf. whom I liail so oil o.n d.r. in Padua frnm 111< attar!, of a mo1 win) lielicveil ho liail stn!i’n a child 'I li'i'o." I thought, ‘is a g; :g e.lc . m:e to IiI’e. I w ill add him in in v eu 1 i ositir-. The monster attached liim ~i • 11 to an- with dog-like tidclilv. and I niadi’ of him a kind of fclch-and carry sonant. In tho oourso of our roiatioiishiji I found Hint at times lie wns sullen and malignant, and need ed close watching, hut I never , feared him. I [is sullen fits were al ways followed by expressions of vio lent attachment to my person. “We had been in this house six months when what I am about to re late look plarc. By Vo’ 1 mean the gargoyle and the old ‘housekeeper, whom you will find when you come to take posses ion. She was hor ribly afraid of the dwtvf, and I kept him out of her sight as much as possible. 1 don’t think she ever al | lowed herself a good look al him. T i never allowed him to go outside the garden walls lest he should frighten women and children. i ncn came a naa mgnt. i ne ilwarf had been sullen; had twice rc fused to do my bidding. I was in my (hair tormented with gout, and at his third refusal to obey me, ac companied by muttered words of in solence, I reached out my crutch and struck him a heavy blow, heavier than I intended. He fell to the floor and lay there squirming like a hurt spider, and all the time looking up at me with a horrible, malignant stare that maddened me. I dealt him another blow'. Then he was quite still. “I lost all sense of pain then. I could walk and even go to the side of the thing where it lay on the floor. I had made myself a mur derer—-for that carcass! "What was to l»e done? I could not hang for such a paltry life. I could not rid myself of the body. I resolved to conceal my crime oy re vealing it. In my youth I had be come familiar with a method of em balming which turns the body, by a kind of petrifying process, into a hard, dense substance. This 1 em ployed upon the body of the dwarf, l afterwards coating it with a thin layer of cement, which when dry has the consistency of granite. Then 1 affixed this strange gargoyle to the wall. “1 told my housekeeper that 1 had sent my dwarf back to Italy. Her re lief was great. I kept my new art treasure covered, as I did many of the other objects in the room, so she suspected nothing. After main years I showed her one day m\ ‘gargoyle from a French cathedral.’ The horror in her face, still remem bered, compels me to this confes sion. 1 trust you to be as faithful in guarding my secret as she has been.” REFORMING THE HEAD HUNTERS, A curious development is in steady progress in the Solomon islands, the group in the South Pacific which lies to the west of New Gui nea, whose people have earned such unenviable notoriety as head hun ters. The young men of the tribes in these fertile and beautiful island* are abandoning the historic pursuit which has made them dreaded for centuries in the South seas and art taking to the copra industry. Copra which is the dried interior of the cocoaulit. is valued commercially for the oil widen can be pressed from it. and some of the young Solomon islanders are accumulating consider able wealth by extruding it; though the older generation, to whom head hunting is si ill the only profess,or for a gentleman, are said to tool down upon them as being ‘“in trade.’ —London Standard, JOVIAL MARTIN AGAIN HONORED Photo t.y Moffett studio, ChiOK^o. Col. John I. Martin, the genial sergeant-at-arms of the Democratic national committee, whose faithful services in the past have won him the regard of party leaders, has been reappointed to the position on the new committee under Chairman Mack. Col Martin’s home city is St. Louis. Mo. BROKEN LEGS AND FLOWERS Anecdote Told by the Late Bishop Potter of the English Poet Landor. “At a <1 iniii■ r in 1 ’liilatlolpitia." saiil a clergyman, "I once I ward the lamented Bishop Potter talk in a ‘most amusing maimer about llie artistii' temperament. "First, he described tlio contradic tious in the character- of Whistler. Poe. Hawthorne and other great American-. Tlien lie turned to Lan dor. tlie great F.nglisliman. ‘Landor.' he said, ‘was at the Same time the most violent and brutal and the infest delicate and sensitive of men. lie adored flowers. The gardens of his beautiful v illa in Florence were full of flowers, and the poet walked umoi^ithem dailv, never plucking them, only bending over them reverently to admire their loveliness and their perfume. “ ‘Landor's cook one day served him a wretched dinner, and in his rage the poet threw the man out of the window into a lied of splendid roses. “‘As the cook writhed with a broken leg below Landor, from the window, exclaimed in a horror stricken voice: ‘“Good gracious. I forgot the roses!’ " CHEATING THEIR GOD. “Turks often get drunk—they cheat their god, the dogs, to do so," said a converted ('onstantinopolitan. “Mohammed forbade wine to bis followers, but raki is made of mas tic gum. It was unknown in Mo hammed's time, or of course, he’d have forbidden it, too. For you can get frightfully drunk on it—1 know, oil, I know! It’s a white drink, with a sweetish taste, a good deal like gin. “A Turkish dinner is mostly a vegetarian affair, if you can call ra ki a vegetable. It consists of such things as iaort, a curdled milk, spiced and scented, and bakalava, cakes cooked in honey, sprayed with rosewater and coated with saffron flavored whipped cream. itli each course vou drink raki. If, getting drunk, you get miserable, the thing to do is to crush your glass in your hand, so as to give yourself two or three cuts. Unhap py Turks, you may know, express their wretchedness by cutting their hands. Look at these sears." AS DR. NANSEN SEES IT. T)r. Fridtjof Nansen predicts the fate of the earth in the far distant future, when the sun grows cold. The simple, low organisms, he says, will probably live longest, until even they disappear. Finally, he says, all water *m the earth's surface will freeze and the oceans will he transformed into ice to the bottom. Some time later the carbonic acid of the atmosphen will begin to fall on the surface of the earth in the form of snow. Some time after that the tempera ture on the surface will have reached ubout tWO degrees below zero, Fahrenheit. New oceans will then be formed hv the atmosphere being turned min liquid, anil tlu> atmos phere ul' (lull future earth will lie <>111\ hydrogen and helium. The sun will go through the same process. It will continue in its wav as a dark star through space, accompanied by the planets. JAPANESE JOKERS How the Mikado's Polite Minister* Got One on the French Ambassador. The Japanese are a.\.”v jtolite people, hut they sometimes like in play a joke, in a roundabout oriental way. upon the men of the west. In the days of the second empire. Baron tiros was sent to Japan to demand the opening of certain ports to French commerce. Among the rest he named to the Japanese ministers a certain city. The Japanese func tionaries smiled so broadlv when he preferred the * "request " that the French ambassador asked them to tell him what gave them so much amusement; hut, instead of answer ing. the Japanese ministers said: "We will open the port in ques tion. my lord, if France in her turn will open e. certain port to us.” “What port is that?” asked the Frenchman. “The port of Liverpool.” “But. your excellencies” (laugh ing). "Liverpool is not a French port, hut an English one." “Yes,” answered the Japanese. "And the port you named is not in Japan, hut in Korea.” The French ambassador was com pelled to admit that the joke was against him. PHRASE ORIGINAL. Willie Prehistoric — Oh, mamma, what is papa doing with that tele gram ? Mrs. Prehistoric—My son, has merely breaking the news, WOMEN ELIGIBLE AS WITNESSES. The women of Louisiana have been declared legally eligible as wit nesses to wills and other legal pa pers, \Mieii the constitutional con vention of Louisiana in 1898 gave taxpaying women the right to vote on ipiestinns of taxation it provided that fhev might vote either in |>er son or h\ proxy, A woman wishing to give a triend a proxy to east hei ha I luff must have the document signed In two witnesses. It was then that it was discovered that a I woman in Louisiana could not wit lies.' a legal document. The women raised a protest, hut it tool-' them ten years in have this anachronism remedied by the state legislaluxa. WHY OSTRICHES WALTZ They Are Merely Practicing Art *f Side-Steeping Lions and Leopards. I lii- so-called waltzing perform ance of dir ostrich is familiar to all in South Africa, but few outsiders* have over heard of it. It consists of a rapid whirling movement, the wings spread out and alternately ele vated and depre-sed. It is a fasci nating sight when indulged in by a large flock. litis gay behavior is no doubt in stinctive, and as with other instincts, it is perfected bv experience. Ostrich chicks begin the whirl even when reared away from other ostriches, and without having seen the per iormancc. I he South Africans have tin1 following theory of the signifi cance of this playful activity: The wild ostrich can protect him self against lions and leopards in no other way than by flight. When chased by a beast of prey, the os trich, starting to run. jerks so quick ly from side to side that no beast would be likely to have time to set himself for a spring in one direction before the bird had changed his coursc. The South Africans believe that the instinctive waltzing movement of the ostrich is useful in perfect ing the bird in the art of suddenly twisting and turning, which is most likely to assist it to elude it* natural enemies, the larger carni vora. NOT GOOD AT CONUNDRUMS. “Why is it impossible t>-r a pretty girl ever to be candid?" “Don't know—give it up.” “Because she can never be plain.*" A VIVID PICTURE. Senator Beveridge, at a luncheonr in Boston during the convention of the General Federation of Wom en's Clubs, made a telling speech against the mad pursuit of wealth. From the window of the room a sunny garden was visible, and in the garden a number of children pur sued with breathless cries a swarm of blue butterflies. Mr. Beveridge, waving his hand toward the racing children, said: “Take a company of hoys chasing butterflies, put long-tailed coats on the hoys and turn the butterflies in to dollar bills, and you have a fine panorama of the business world.” WHAT HE MEANT. Housewife—Why don’t you get a job and kei'p it? Hobo- I'm like de little bird dat keeps flyin" from limb to limb. Housewife—G’wun, you’re only r bum! How could you fly from limb to limb? lliibo I mean de limbs o' de law, . mum! The Bohemian. BURDENED WITH WEALTH. “Did you try counting sheep for your insomnia?” “Yes, doe. but I made a mess of it. 1 counted 1«>,(>00 sheep, put 'on on ears and shipped 'em to market The wad of money 1 got for ’eiu> made me afraid to go to sleep.”— Kansas City Journal. MORE DIGNIFIED. “flood night, you precious lamb1” said the mother, with the liberty one sometimes takes, even with one's son, at bedtime. “.Mother." said the small boy, be seechingly, “it’ you must call tne something, wouldn’t you just as soon call tne a billy-goat?”—Youth’s • Companion. SERVANT GIRL OR SHOP GIRLf A German writer having tried to make men responsible for the ser vant difficulty (men, he says, do not want to marry servants), another w riter retorts by adducing statistics which prove that the marriage rati^fl aniontr domestic servants is m 11:11• • r tiian among aliop a.rl~ 4 tory workers.