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.THE. MACON BEACON. . .
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- 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
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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;
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R. B. Mansfield, stationed at
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Eggs are overhauled oerore snip
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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.)
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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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Rosemary I'm not surprised. Sha
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Looks That Way.
"If we are good we will come back
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"Some people prefer to take no
chances on that possibility."
"How's that?"
vThey prefer to lead double live
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At the Boarding House.
"It's hard," said the sentimental
landlady at the dinner table, "to think,
that this poor little lamb should be
destroyed in its youth Just to cater to
our appetites."
"Yes," replied the smart boarder,
struggling- with . his portion, "it ' ts
tough."
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.
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for years why they have to suffer so,
and eventually discover that the drug
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sufficient nourishment to sustain life.
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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,

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