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I read in the library until late, hearing the howl of

the wind outside with satisfaction in the warht in soht

"If there's nothing more, sir-"

"That is all, Bates" And he went off sedately to his

own quarters

I was restless and in no randfather's library Idown one book after

another, and while thus engaged cae volumes extra-illustrated in water-colors of unusual

beauty They occupied a lower shelf, and I

sprawled on the floor, like a boy with a new picture-book,

in reat volu to the French

chateaux

In the last voluer than otten book-ers before I

noticed the lines of a pencil sketch on one side of it I

carried it to the table and spread it out

It was not the bit of idle penciling it had appeared

to be at first sight A scale had evidently been followed

and the lines draith a ruler With such trifles randfather had no doubt a corridor indicated, but of this I couldit ht