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FALLlaG HAIil LIEN'S DANDRUFF IS ACTIVE i! n n Will 4 i YN0P8IS. - Tommy North, returning to hi room la Mr. Moore' boarding homo at !: a. m., Siscover the body of Capt, John Hanaka, Snother roomer, with a knit wound on la brcaat. Suspicion reata upon a man fivlng: tha name of Lawrence Wade, who pad called on Hamka In the evening and bad bean heard quarreling with Hanska. XniTine the excitement a strange woman who give her nam aa Rosalie LeQrange, appear and take Into her own home anrosa the street all of Mrs. Moore' boarder, Including Mlaa Estrllla, an In ' valid, who waa confined to the room she ecupled and whose brother waa a favor Ute among the other boarders. Wads I arrested as he I about to leave the coon try. Mr. LeOrange. who. while plying her trade aa a trano medium, had aided Police Inspector Martin McOee several ' times, call at hi office to tell what eh know of the crime. While she I there, Constance Hanaka. widow of the murder ed man, whoae existence had been un known, appear. Mrs. Hanska, says she had left her husband and dlcloe th ' fact that Wade represented her and vis ited Hanska on tha night of the murder la an effort to settle their affair. She admits Wade was In lovs with her. Wad Is held by the coroner' Jury for tha death tf Hanska. CHAPTER V Continued. "Wall, then I luppoee there' no uie aakin'," went on Roealte, "why you do , It It'i because there's nothing el to do. Tour play la to find something Just u absorbln' and as ezcitln' as liquor, but not quite so foolish." "Sure!" said Tommy. "The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or Cap tain Kldd's treasure. Anyhow, I'm gelng away from here." "Now, Mr. North," said Rosalie, "there's two ways of facing a thing town stay, an' go. Which Is better, 1 don't know. Which Is braver, I da Sere's a room for you. Board here tha rest of this week on .me while you look around an' If you think then that gotn's the best way, then go." , Tommy North, Inured to an atmos phere wherein none gives something (or nothing, regarded Rosalie Le Orange with a look In which gratitude struggled with suspicion. , "You're thiukin'," responded Rosalie, ireachlng out to seize his thought, that this Is just my plan to fill my fooardln' house. Think it If you want to. But this is my proposition: Tou keep this room free until Monday, an' If yon want, you can have it perma nent at twelve a week, which Is what you paid Mrs. Moore." "I'm sure I'm much obliged," said Tommy, suspicion departing. "I'll stay , the week out, and make up my mind." "Sensible," replied Rosalie. "I'll send ap towels and dinner's at six-thirty." We have taken little time to con sider Betsy-Barbara. Let us view her now, as she stands, dressed in a blue frock for dinner, tapping at Con stance's door. Betsy-Barbara's flesh and spirit were' twenty-four; her heart was eighteen; her purpose was forty. Whenever even the darkest ray ached her hair, It flickered with gold. In full sunshine, even her browa and lashes glittered and twinkled. Her mouth was large and generously irreg ular; her nose waa small and whim sically Irregular; her violet-blue eyes vera as clear as pool. Aa she stood there, waiting for Constance to rise and open the door, her merriment took Rame from some sleepy remark. In that precise psychological moment, all planted by the fates, Tommy North came down the hall on his way to din ner. The laugh arrested him dead. "Yea, I Quae 111 Stay." Tha door opened then. She vanished like a golden fairy caught in a mist of vapor. ' A minute later, Tommy North was sitting in the dining room at Rosalie's (right waiting for something. He found himself in a state of embarrass ment uncommon with him. What was he that ha should talk to a decent ClrlT And would she know that he was the branded T But when, a mo ment later, she trailed in behind Con stance like a luminous shadow, when Rosalie Introduced them both by name, nd when he recognized them as the wnmon In the HanalrS affair Ana M,l of his embarrassment floated away. . Twice during the dinner he laughed Uproariously, causing Miss Harding to remark that he was getting back his spirits, anyhow. This was when Betsy Barbara ventured a mild Joke. Twice again she Included him In tha oonver a'Jon.' Once sha asked for the but AUTHOR OF THE CITY THAT WAS, ETC. illustrated by Harr3rRiQorissiiid.er COPYRIGHT 1912. BOBBS -MERRILL C? ' !v ter, which Impelled him to reach fran tically for the salt, and once she re ferred to him the question whether one could reach City hall, Brooklyn, sooner by trolley or by subway, where at he got temporary reputation as a joker by ' answering "both." He sat dazed through the soup, ecstatic through the roast, and rapt through the dessert Only when Betsy-Barbara and Constance rose together, did he re member that he bad finished long ago. At the door of the dining room next morning, Rosalie Le Grange met Mr. North.-. ''Thought my proposition over?" she asked. "Yes. I guess I'll stay," replied Tommy, shortly. "Thought you, would," replied Rosa lie. And as she entered before him, she was smiling into the air. Decided ly, she was enriching her life in these days with vicarious troubles, but also with vicarious Joys. ' CHAPTER VI. Twin Stars. Another week has passed, and the police still report "no progress" on the Wade-Haneka murder case, now a back number with the newspapers a story laid aside. The week has been equally quiet at the select boarding house maintained by Rosalie La Orange a quiet overlain with gloom and yet illuminated with human sym pathy and even gaiety. Out of the shadows twinkle two stars Betsy-Barbara and Tommy North. Rosalia in jest, and Professor Noll in earnest, call , Betsy-Barbara "the little household fairy." Engaged though she is in a tragic guardianship, she Is also young and sprightly and a village girl fresh to the wonder of New York. Rosalie Is the quiet force, but Betsy-Barbara the visible focus, which draws them all together. She asks counsel of Miss Harding and Miss Jones on her autumn clothes. In her spare moments she sews industriously with Rosalie Le Orange dropping meantime those confidences which flow at sewing-bees. The orphan of a country clergyman and a schoolmis tress, she has at her Anger-tips all the arts of play. Whenever the household stays In of nights, she gathers them together over hearts or bridge; when cards grow stale, she is capable of getting contagious fun out of charades or anagrams. More and mora the boarders take to staying at home. This charming life domestic is a novelty In New York, It seems; they revel in tha fad. Mr. Es trilla has developed a way of joining them after his evening visits to his sister; and he brings such a spirit of Latin gaiety that they quit their for mal games, and take always to music and conversation when he enters. Ro salia especially delights In him. He has a quick turn of tha tongue which matches her own; and they fence with good-natured repartee. Whenever Es trllla enters the room his eyes travel to Betsy-Barbara and they two play in a boy-and-glrl spirit very charming and amusing to every one but Tom my North. All speak well of Estrllla. "I guess he's a regular man all right if he is a wop," says even Tommy. Miss Estrllla alone never Joins tha group downstairs. Though her eyes are better, though she can bear some light, she shows a state of debility puz zling to her physician and alarming to her watcher and attendant, Rosalie Le Orange. The doctor advises her to re turn to a warmer climate before the New York winter sets in like all transplanted Latins, she Is a very shivery person. She answers that she cannot; her brother's business lies in New York, and she would be unhappy away from him. a The time came when Rosalie Le Orange determined to visit Inspector McOee; she wished, to unload some theories of her own concerning the Hanska case. Such visits must be made with all due precaution of se crecy. She chose an evening when, as happened seldom nowadays, nearly all the boarders bad engagements else where. As a step preliminary to hei diplomacies, she telephoned to McOee and made with him an appointment far from tha office. Then she approached Betsy-Barbara. "It's asking a lot of you, my dear," she said, "but I've been so busy gettln' this place shook together that I haven't had time to mind my own af fairs. I've a cousin In town an' I jest haven't bad time to pay her any at tention. Miaa Estrllla Is kind of nerv ous tonight, an' I hate to leave her alone until her brother comes any how, he mlsees some evenings. Just sit by her an' If ha shows up you don't have to do even that." Betsy-Barbara accepted tha new re sponsibility. "I'd love It," she said almost cheer fully. "Constance Is going to try to get some sleep tonight, and I'll put her to bed right after dinner. And I've been dying to meet Miss Estrllla" Mlsa Estrilla's appearance appealed at once to Betsy-Barbara's quick sym pathies. Her eyes . were shaded; further she wore heavy colored glass es. She was a rather tall and slender woman, Betsy-Barbara decided. There waa a kind of exquisite shyness about. her which blended perfeotly with a punctilious Spanish courtesy. She spoke English without a trace of her brother's amusing roll. , ' , Betsy-Barbara, when the lea was broken, chattered gtrl-fashlon on the events of the day In the boarding house, avoiding always the subject of the tragedy which had drawn them to gether. "I've brought up tha evening paper,' she said, "wouldn't you Ilka to have me read it to you? There's a splendid elopement in high life." "I should like it very much," replied Miss Estrllla, after a pause at which Betsy-Barbara wondered. Betsy-Barbara read the headlines and rendered In full the stories which Mlsa Estrllla Indicated. She was ab sorbed In the account of a splendid burglary, when a knock sounded at the door. And Estrllla entered. As he recognized her with a bow of Inimitable attention and courtesy, as ha crossed tha room and tenderly He Strummed the Shimmering Chords as He Spoke. kissed his sister, Betsy-Barbara had, somehow, the feeling that she was meeting a stranger. For the first time, at any rate, she , expressed him to herself. He was small but she had always noticed that obvious fact. Look ing at the figure on the bed, one would have called the sister the taller of the two. He was nevertheless perfectly formed. He had a plume of black hair which glimmered in the gaslight with a dusky reflection of Betsy-Barbara's native gold-and-satln turban. She sat for five minutes, while broth er and sister made her the focus of their conversation. But sha was not amused. In the presence of his sis ter, Estrllla appeared a different man from the light fencer with words of their evenings downstairs. Ha was grave; he was formal. It was puz zling, but a little fascinating, this change. In five minutes more, Betsy-Barbara summoned tact to tha aid of manners and maiden modesty. Sha Invented an excuse to shield herself against Span ish politeness, and left Estrllla bow ing gravely at the threshold. The house seemed deserted. It was too late for venturing forth alone; yet, somehow, she must exercise the vague black visions which began to surround her she who must keep courage frr two. Also, something which she could not analyze was stirring disquiet in her soul. "If I only had some work!" she said to herself, and sighed again. So medi tating, she wandered aimlessly down stairs. The doors of the parlor were open; the lights were on; the baby grand piano stood open, Inviting. "Only merry tunes, though," she warned herself as she sat down. And she started the liveliest Jig she knew. Presently, she began to sing In her pleasant untrained voice, which wob bled entranclngly whenever she got out of the middle register. But music Is the slave of moods. And before she was aware, her voice was following the strings in old and melancholy love songs. Then Betsy-Barbara dropped her hands from the keys, and tha music stopped abruptly. She waa Just aware that a fine floating tenor had been humming tha part from the doorway. Senor Eatrllla stood looking down on her. , "My seester has gone to sleep," he said. And then, "That is a Scotch song, is It not? Please go on." Betsy-Barbara smiled, nodded, resumed her keys; and they sang together. When the song was finished, Estrll la leaned on the piano and looked down at Betsy-Barbara. His mood seemingly had changed; It was hi whim to talk. "They are a little cold on the sur face, those Scotch love-songs," he Bald, "though warm beneath, like a vol cano. Now wa who speak Spanish wa can throw our emotions to tha sur face." "Don't you think," responded Betsy Barbara, "that to conceal it but to show it's there is the more wonder ful way after all?" The blood of the MacOregors in Betsy-Barbara was calling her to tha, de fense of bar own. "Do you happen to know any of our Spanish songs?" pursued Estrllla. "Only Juanlta, I think and La Pa loma." Estrllla looked aa though ha might have laughed but for Spanish polite ness. . "Those are Spanish for outside con sumption, as when the English call your cheap oil-cloth Is It not 'Ameri can cloth.' Let me sing to you but a Spanish song does not' go well with the piano" "There's a guitar over in the al cove," announced Betsy-Barbara. "Far-seeing maiden!" exclaimed Es trllla with such a delicious Spanish roll on the vowels that Betsy-Barbara laughed a little; and he, as though un derstanding, laughed with her. So he tuned the guitar, Betsy-Barbara finding the key for him on the piano. And while he tweaked the strings, he made comment on them, as: "This you hear is the angel-string. It Is for celestial harmonies. One can not go wrong on this string; but It Is too fine and high to make all our mu sic. This is the man-string. You can go very right or vary wrong on this one." "Thees one," he pronounced it; and he drew out the vowels as though lingering on the thought "This is the woman-string. Listen how discord ant now I I tuna it to the man-string, for I am God of this little world and now how beautiful!" "You are talking poetry!" said Betsy-Barbara; and thought of the phrase ae somewhat awkward. "Ah, but I am inspired!" replied Es trllla. ("He surely doesn't mean ma," thought BetBy-Barbara, "that would be too delicious!" However, he waa look ing not at her but at the guitar.) He ' strummed little shimmering chords as he spoke. He fell to silence, but still the languorous music quivered from the guitar. Betsy-Barbara turned about -on the piano stool, her hands folded lightly in her lap, her eyes, cast down. . It was many years before Betsy-Barbara, looking back over everything, could analyze the feeling of that mo ment, could put It in its true relation to herself and her life. At tha time, she knew only that she sat there im passive, embarrassed, but inert, that she felt shame yet also a furtive pleas ure at the steady look of those caress ing eyes. It lasted only a moment The outer door slammed violently. Betsy-Barbara started as though caught in something guilty. She hesi tated a moment for fear of showing her feelings to Estrllla. Then she walked out into the hall. There was no one in sight That seemed curi ous, since the hall stairs were not car peted, and one could hear footsteps. It was as though some one had opened the front door and then quickly closed It again without entering. When she turned back, puzzled, aha felt the ne cessity for explanation. "I thought it might be Miss Hard ing," she said, falsely "I wanted to see her." Ha only smiled the same caressing smile. But the spell was cracked; and Betsy-Barbara herself completed the break. Half an hour later she winged a hint, which he caught mid-course, ae he seemed to catch every delicate shaft of meaning. He rose and bade her a formal good night "I hope I may sing with you again," he said at part ing. Betsy-Barbara went to her own room. She dwadled over her prepara tions for undressing, making a dozen starts and stops. She was not sleepy; NEW WAY TO PRESERVE EGGS System That Is 8ald to Hsva Advan tages Over Methods of Refriger ating or Pickling. A new agent for the preservation of eggs has been found in Switzer land, which has many advantages over refrigeration and pickling, ac cording to United States Consul-General R. B. Mansfield, stationed at Zurich, Switzerland. : "The preservative," Mr. Mansfield explains, "consists of a prepared sub stance of adhesive character, the in gredients of which may be easily and cheaply obtained in any country. The process of preservation is very simple: a flat vessel of about 100 quarts Is filled to half its capacity with the pre serving agent Into which the eggs are dipped for two minutes and then allowed to dry. Fop the dipping process the eggs are plaoed In flat wire baskets, each with a capacity oi 800 to 600 eggs. One basket Is dipped ftnr annthnr. and bv employing a larger vessel several baskets may be dipped simultaneously. In this man ner two or. three persons can dip 200,000 eggs per day." Eggs are overhauled oerore snip ment, so that very Httta time Is lost I - -t a hundred currents of thought were crossing and recrosslng In her mind. So at last sha threw a kimono over her evening gown and sat down at the win dow, malden-fashlon, and thought , at To make no further mystery, tha person who opened the front door and disturbed the tete-a-tete between Es strllla and Betsy-Barbara was only Tommy North. He had been searching strenuously for a Job. No mystery about that, either. The reason was Betsy-Barbara. The night's quest had failed. The fluid mercury of bis dis position had fallen almost to absolute lero. In this mood, he unlocked the front door. The parlor was open; he heard tha soft thrum of a guitar. Hun gry for companionship, he crossed the thick hall carpet to the parlor door. He looked In and beheld Betsy-Barbara sitting with flushed cheeks and folded hands. It was the attitude of a woman who yields. Beside her sat the Estrllla person, strumming gently on t. guitar and looking a million lan guors, i With a movement that was an explosion, Tommy rushed out, slam ming the front door behind him. His feet, rather than his will, car ried him away. . There was a saloon at the corner. As by instinct Tommy rushed Into it and ordered a glass of whisky hie first since the night of the Hanska murder. In a period Incredibly short he fulfilled the tragic purpose for which he left tha boarding house. An hour and a half after, Tommy North, muttering over and over to himself, e "New life In new clime wond'ful plan of genius" was weav ing toward the select boarding house of Madame Rosalie Le Orange. Labori ously he unlocked the door; painfully, and with occasional muttering about a blasted life, he reached the first land ing. And on that landing a door opened. Betsy-Barbara stood looking at him. Yet curiously, aa the gaslight caught her full, It was not upon Betsy-Barbara's shocked wide-open eyes that he fixed his gaze. He looked at her feet Betsy-Barbara was wearing high-heeled velvet shoes with paste buckles. In the full light, they sparkled like real diamonds. , Betsy-Barbara stepped back with woman's instinctive fear of a drunken man. So one of those slip pers moved. Tommy, his eyes still toward the ground, clutched at it The motion almost tumbled him over did make him reel against the doorpost "Get It an' hold it," he said "then discover murder." "Mr. North Mr. North!" exclaimed Betsy-Barbara and stood helpless, staring at this weird performance. "Drunk!" ha said. "Final disgrace everything gone now!" "Mr. North," said Betsy-Barbara, gathering her courage, "llaten to me. If you wake people up tonight, they'll never forgive you. Now I'm going to lead you to your room." He waved her away and started to make his own course up the stairs. Betsy-Barbara followed.' her hands ex tended to give help in case of need. At his own landing, Betsy-Barbara ran ahead, opened his door, switched on the electric light. Then returning, she pu-.hed him In with a final: "Good night and please try to be quiet." Betsy-Barbara had endured a day filled with as many varied emotions as It le generally given woman to endure. She applied tha best remedy that wom an knows for surfeit of feeling. She took down her hair, undressed, antf cried herself to sleep. (TO BE CONTINUED.) in dipping them in the solution dur ing this operation, as they dry very quickly and are almost Immediately ready for repacking. No special ma chinery a required, and the new agent is guaranteed to preserve the eggs for nine months, causing them to re tain their freshness; weight, trans parency, appearance, smell and taste Were They Sarcastic? An English writer has Just discov ered some new peculiar epitaphs. There are' two which were either un consciously humorous or intended to be bitterly sarcastic: Maria Brown, wife of Timothy Brown, aged eighty years. She lived with her husband 60 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life. Here lies Bernard Llghtfoot, who was accidentally killed In : the forty-fifth years of his age. This mon ument was erected by his gratefu' family. Quite the Contrary. ' "Well, did Blbbles enjoy hii fishing trip?" "Yea He says ha had a corking good time." Umph! I know Blbbles. Ha measi ha bad an uncorking good time." 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Things Have Improved, A well known politician, at a din ner In Washington, said of commer cial honesty: "Commercial honesty is improving. When a man lies to you and cheats you, It no longer excuses him to say, 'Caveat emptor' 'It's business' and shrug and smile. "In fact," he ended, "things have now so much improved that if soma multl-mllllonaires were to. lose their fortunes the same way they gained them, they'd insist on somebody go ing, to jail." Of a Wild Nature. Just outside the entrance to tha yard at the Naval academy la aa apartment house where many young officers live, and baby carriages are a not Infrequent Bight in this vicinity. Not long ago the commander of the yard had a notice posted on one Bids of the gate forbidding automobiles t enter, because they frightened the horses. Shortly afterwards the fol lowing unofficial notice appeared on the other side of the gate: "Baby carriages and perambulators not allowed in this yard. They scare the bachelors." ' WONDEREO WHY. Found the Answer Was "Coffee." Many pale, sickly persons wonder for years why they have to suffer so, and eventually discover that the drug caffeine In coffee Is tb,e main causa of the trouble. "I was always very fond of coffeo and drank ft every day. I never had much flesh and. often wondered why I was always so pale, thin and weak. "About five years ago my health completely broke down and I was con fined to my bed. My stomach was In such condition that I could hardly take sufficient nourishment to sustain life. "During this time I was drinking coffee, didn't think I could do without It- , "After awhile I came to the conclu sion that coffee was hurting me, and decided to give it up and try Postum. When It was made right dark an rich I soon became very fond of It "In one week I began to feel better. I could eat more and sleep better. My sick headaches were less frequent and within five months I looked and felt like a new being, headache spells en tirely gone. "My health continued to improve, and today I am well and strong, weigh 148 lbs. I attribute my present health to the life-giving qualities of Postum." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Well ville," in pkgs. Postum now comes In two forms: Regular Postum must be well boiled. . Instant Postum Is a soluble pow der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly ( in a cup of hot water and, with cream and sugar, makes a delicious beverage) Instantly. Grocers sell both kinds. , "There's a Reason" for Postum,