There was a tone of resentment in his voice, and I

hastened to say: "I'm sure you're mistaken about the purposes of that

wall. My grandfather was a student of architecture. It

was a hobby of his. The house and wall were in the line

of his experiments, and to please his whims. I hope the

people of the village won't hold any hard feelings

against his memory or against me. Why, the labor there

must have been a good thing for the people hereabouts."

"It ought to have been," said the man gruffly; "but

that's where the trouble comes in. He brought a lot of

queer fellows here under contract to work for him,

Italians, or Greeks, or some sort of foreigners. They

built the wall, and he had them at work inside for half

a year. He didn't even let them out for air; and when

they finished his job he loaded 'em on to a train one

day and hauled 'em away."

"That was quite like him, I'm sure," I said, remembering

with amusement my grandfather's secretive

ways.

"I guess he was a crank all right," said the man conclusively.

It was evident that he did not care to establish friendly

relations with the resident of Glenarm. He was about

forty, light, with a yellow beard and pale blue eyes. He

was dressed roughly and wore a shabby soft hat.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to assume responsibility

for him and his acts," I remarked, piqued by the fellow's

surliness.

We had reached the center of the village, and he left

me abruptly, crossing the street to one of the shops. I

continued on to the railway station, where I wrote and

paid for my message. The station-master inspected me

carefully as I searched my pockets for change.

"You want your telegrams delivered at the house?"

he asked.

"Yes, please," I answered, and he turned away to

his desk of clicking instruments without looking at me

again.

It seemed wise to establish relations with the post-office,

so I made myself known to the girl who stood at

the delivery window.

"You already have a box," she advised me. "There's

a boy carries the mail to your house; Mr. Bates hires

him."

Bates had himself given me this information, but the

girl seemed to find pleasure in imparting it with a certain

severity. I then bought a cake of soap at the principal

drug store and purchased a package of smoking-tobacco,

which I did not need, at a grocery.

News of my arrival had evidently reached the villagers;

I was conceited enough to imagine that my presence

was probably of interest to them; but the station-master,

the girl at the post-office and the clerks in the

shops treated me with an unmistakable cold reserve.

There was a certain evenness of the chill which they

visited upon me, as though a particular degree of frigidity

had been determined in advance.




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