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THE MACON BEACON, MACON, MISS.
AUTHOR. ILLUSTRATED 8YNOP8I8. Tommy North, returning to hi room In Mrs. Moore's boarding house at 8:30 a. m., discovers the body of Capt. John Hanska, Another roomer, with a knife wound on hie breast, Suspicion rests upon a man fflvlng the name of Lawrence Wade, who ad called on Hanska In the evening and 1 ha been beard quarreling with Hanska. During th excitement a strange woman Who gives War name ae Rosalie LeGrange, ppears and takes Into her own home Kross the street all of Mrs. Moore's arders. Including Miss Estrtlla, an In valid, who was confined to the room she occupied and whose brother was a favor ite among the other boarders. Wade ts T Treated as he Is about to leave the country- Mrs. LeGrange, who, while plying her trade as a trance medium, had aided folic Inspector Martin McOee several times, calls at his office to tell what she knows of the crime. While she Is there, Constance Hanska, widow of the murder ed man, whose existence had been un known, appears. Mrs. Hanska, says she had left her husband and discloses the fact that Wade represented her and vis ited Hanska on the night of the murder la an effort to settle their affairs. She admits Wade was In love with her. Wade la held by the coroner's Jury for the death ft Hanska. Tommy North, who had been held by the police, Is released and re turns to Mrs. LeGrange's house. He be- Ees Infatuated at once with Betsy Bar i. Driven by the belief that Betsy bara loves Estrilla Tommy North gets drunk and Is discovered by Betsy Bar bara. The next morning Tommy apolo gises to Betsy Barbara and at her urging prepares to establish the Thomas W. North Advertising Agency. ' CHAPTER VIM Continued. "That's easy," said he. "They opened the window. It was raining, wasn't Itt Well, the rain came In and stained . It" "I suppose so," said Rosalie. But he made a minute examination. Let as violate for a second the privacy of her mind. "Dear old dope!" It was aylng, "he hasn't thought to look Into the weather that night. He don't know It had cleared up and stopped rain ing for good when I came Into the house; and I saw them open the win dows myself." "Well," she said aloud, "that's all for the bed. Now let's see the furniture an' his clothes an' everything." It was half an hour before Rosalie finished her search of the room. She went over It inch by Inch, her lips pursed, her hands making quick flut ters of disgust over the dirt and' dis , order. She spoke little, and then as though to herself. Inspector McGee, finally, gave up following her swift movements, mental and physical, and rested himself in a Morris chair. Hie was a life of grim hard things; these ' surroundings, depressing even to Rosa fUe, were to him part of the day's work. And so he fell to watching not xne searcn ior eviaence uui tue ugure of Rosalie Le Grange. There was something pleasing, and more than pleasing, about this woman here. He remembered how she had appeared to him ten years ago, when she began flashing in and out of his life! He had teen sitting In another house of mur der, and he had seen her cross the Street He had marked her then as "a peach" a little too plump for his Idea of beauty, but pretty nevertheless. She had brown hair then; and those big stray eyes. The eyes remained as they were, but there was a foam of white cross her hair. The face had fallen Into a delicate ridge here and there, though masBage had taken care of the wrinkles, which showed not as yet Her figure had broadened a little yet he still bore it wonderfully. The skin of her long plump bands had begun to father about the knuckles. And still she appealed to him as she had nev- It Was Red 8ho Button. , r appealed in those first days. He had no great amount of imagination; hat what he had soared and took flight, fiuppose theii when they were both young , The flight stopped there; the bird of imagination fluttered to earth, killed by an arrow of memory. This was, had always been a medium, a profes sional faker. In their early acquaint ance she had duped even him. She Vas next door to a crook; and he dwelt so close to crooks as to have tils tolerations, but also his prejudices. No, she wasn't the kind for a man, But It was a pity. The broad, sturdy police bosom of Martin McGee heaved with a sigh. The sigh did not escape Rosalie Le Orange; little in her surroundings ever escaped her. She appeared to come out of her thoughtful mood, and her dUmplea flashed. :r3 IE? Will Irwin' OF THE CITY THAT WAS , ETC. BY Harry R.Qrissinger COPYRIGHT 1912. BOBBS-MERRILL C? "Getting tired?" she asked. "No," he said. And then suddenly: "Rose, why did you ever start ltt" "Being a medium, you mean?" "Yes. The word was out of his Hps before wonder entered his mind. "Now, how did you get that what I was thinking off You make me won der if there ain't something in your medlumshlp." "Well." said Rosalie. "When you're left an orphan at twelve there ain't much choice. Professor Vango adopt ed me my mother was In his circle. Old fake! But he had medlumshlp, too; an' he thought an' I thought, he brought somethln' out of me. Anyhow, I saw things. So I became a medium, like you became a cop because it hap pened that way. Sometimes," added Rosalie, drawing all sting from her words by a flash of her dimples, "I think you're awful stupid, Martin Mc Gee, an' sometimes I think you're a wonder. It's generally according to whether or no you agree with me. As you mostly do, I generally call you a wonder. An' you've got get-there be sides. Slow, but you do get there." This bit of conversation fulfilled Ro salie's purpose. It turned the sub ject from herself to Inspector McGee's self; and she knew from a life of ex perience that no man lives who can re sist that lure. "How do you feel about me today?" he asked with heavy male coquetry. "I haven't made up my mind today," she said, "but it's veerln' toward the stupid." She crossed the room and fumbled with the catch of the south window. He rose heavily to help her. "No, thank you!" she said. "No. thank you. I want to look over this fire escape. I'm that old I can't go up modest-like. It's enough to have the stenographers rubberln' from these windows, without you." However, she managed with sur passing lightness the step from the window to the Iron stairway, with as tonishing grace the ascent She threaded It to its top, viewing It all in a general way. Then she stopped, ma king a picture of herself as she bal anced on the landing, and pulled out a wire hairpin. This universal Imple ment of the sex she twisted to suit her purpose, and began a slow descent, picking at the interstices of the iron. So she worked downward nearly one flight before She came to a cake of dirt Jn a corner of the iron steps. She brushed it away and discovered a little irregularity in the metal. She picked at this with her twisted hairpin. It proved to be a loop of steel, somewhat spotted, but still bright She hooked the pin into the loop, and pulled. Some thing gave way. Out of a very small hollow in the iron step, which Beemed like a bubble left In the process of casting, came a little hard ball. She rubbed it with her hands, and polished it with her handkerchief. It was a red shoe button. Rosalie fingered it, and glanced up ward, musing. Above, the iron stair way ran straight to the windows of the lumber room. And that was the only window from which it could have fall en in such fashion as to strike the fire escape. She knew from Mrs. Moore that this room had been used for stor age during all of the laet year. If previous tenant dropped it, the lac quer would be gone or tarnished by now. The other windows on the fourth floor were cut off from view of the fire escape by an irregularity of the wall. From, those windows, one could scarce ly have thrown the button and hit that spot on the fire escape "let alone droppin' it," thought Rosalie. Rosalie wrapped the button in her handkerchief and continued her search, Nothing heavier than straws and scraps of paper. "Well, you never can tell," she eald to herself as she straightened up on the landing before Captain Kanaka's window; "let's see who In my house ever wears ' She stopped all motion here; and since there was no need for conceal ment, her face showed the shock which she felt Her eyes widened; her law dropped. "Um-bum!' she buzzed with the tone of one who gathers the straws of sus- Dlclon Into a sheaf of fact "Um-hum!" And Just then the voice of Inspector McGee boomed from within. "Pretty near through?" he asked. "Much as I want," replied Rosalie, voice and face falling at once into in difference. "Is there a place to wash In this house? Water ain't turned off yet? All right'' When, ten minutes later, she re turned from the lavatory, marvelously freshened in appearance, the Inspector awaited her In the lower hall. "I may be wanting to come again," she said. "Will you let the cops know? "Well, how do I stack today?" asked Martin McGee, "smart or stupid?' "Kind of between," Jabbed Rosalie, "but edeln' toward stupid still." She smiled again over her Bhoultfer; a dim pie played and then another; a lock r alr fell from its fastening over her cheek 1 And suddenly something happened something which Martin McGee, blush ing over It later in silence and secrecy, could not himself account for. With the motion of a dancing bear, so awk nn ward was it and yet so quick, be bad caught her in his arms and kissed her heavily on the face. ' Rosalie did not seem to struggle; yet somehow, without haste, without disarranging herself In one little item, she was free of him. The surge in Martin McGee receded as rapidly as it had risen. He stood blank, his color thickening. Martin McGee," said Rosalie Le Grange, "you Jest cut that out!" CHAPTER IX. Moving the Pawn. At breakfast next morning, Rosalie opened her game opened It like a master of human chessmen, with a trifling move or two of the pawns. Don't any of you people be as tonished," she said, "if your clothes look strange and orderly when you get home tonight This is my day for cleaning closets. I announce now that If I find anything Isn't hung where it ought to be, I'm going to set it right" When they were gone, Rosalie Le Grange, refusing assistance from Mrs. "What Do Your Spirits 8ay to You?" Moore, put on dustaap and long apron and made good her word. But she did more than clean. From Miss Hard ing's apartment on the ground floor to Miss Estrilla's on the top, Bhe exam ined minutely every garment and every pair of shoes. When Bhe had finished, when she stood In her own room dressing for the street, she looked very serious. Before she put away her house-dress, she took from its pocket the red shoe button. She inspected it again, and locked It away In the deepest compartment . of her jewel case. Rosalie walked briskly to a book store in the heart of the foreign dis trict, held short consultation with the clerk, journeyed another block, and stood at length before a sign lettered in many tongues. She hesitated and began talking to herself. 'You can't teach an old dog new tricks," she remarked. 'But sometimes you can brush up the old tricks he used to know," she added. "It'll take time well, any way, I'm here!" and she entered. When she emerged, it lacked but half an hour for lunch time. At the table, she made subtle Inquiry about the plans of her boarders for the day. Mr. North, already busy wltfl nis agency, bad not come home to lunch at all. Betsy-Barbara had an engage ment to help him select furniture. Con stance must spend the afternoon with her lawyers. Professor Noll intended to read a paper at the Health Food conference. Miss Harding and Miss Jones never came home between breakfast and dinner time. "Now's my chance while the house Is empty an' my nerve's good," she Bald to herself as the boarders depart ed. Forthwith, Rosalie moved a major piece. She mounted the stairs toward Miss Estrilla's room. She was behav ing strangely. Her eyes looked far away. Her manner seemed remote to the things of this world. As she knocked and entered, she passed her band over her eyes, gave a little con vulsive Jerk, dropped her hand to her side, and shook herself. Miss Estrilla lay back among the cushions in half-light She seemed to catch the strange new manner of Ro salie. "What's the matter?" she asked. Rosalie did not answer at once. She gave a little stagger, sank down In a chair, and began to murmur inarticu late syllables In a low and rather husky voice. 'What has happened?" asked Miss Estrilla again; and she spoke In real alarm. v Rosalie sat upright as with great effort Once or twice . her hands clasped and unclasped, , "Give me that glass of water," she said in a half-whisper. She drank; she wet her fingers and dabbed her temples. "Are you ill? Shall I send for some one?" repeated Miss Estrilla. "I'm better now," replied Rosalie In a firm but rather sleepy voice. "It's cruel to frighten you. But listen. I'm in trouble In a way" at this. Miss Es - trilla settled back as though relieved, somehow "an' I've Just got to ask for your help. Now please don't be scared. It's really nothln' only well, I've got to tell about It, I guess." All the weariness of the world was in that last phrase. "I git took this way some times. There's nothln' dreadful about It when folks understand. Don't call anybody, please don't. Jest stay where you are. In a minute, I'll be goln' out of myself unconscious, you know. I'll talk, probably. I may thrash around a little. By an' by. I'll stop talkln' in' be perfectly quiet " Here Rosalie shuddered three or four times again, Impersonated an effort of the will, and went on: "Don't do anything to me while I'm talkln'. But after I'm done an' lay quiet, wait five minutes. Then If I don't come to, sprinkle water in my face, shake me anything an' dont tell anybody " These last words died away In a crooning under tone. Rosalie sank deeper into her chair. Her eyes fixed on the distance. Gradually, her lids fell. So she rested for some time. Immobile. Miss Estril la, sitting up on her couch, watched Rosalie Intently. Now and then, Rosa He noted, her breathing came In irreg ular little catches. From the cover of her long eyelashes, best Instrument of her trade, Rosalie stole a glance which took In this constrained atti tude. She let her lids droop to a full close. TJgh oh ugh!" went Rosalie's voice finally; and at the deep tone, so unlike Rosalie's accustomed silvern accents, Miss Estrilla started. Doctor Carver" It was a deep male voice which proceeded from Rosalie's entranced lips; this male voice of her had been the envy of her old contem poraries "a ah! Doctor Carver. I come to speak of a young man. I see him near this place. I see a struggle about him. I see a glass of liquor on one side of him and a woman's hand on the other. He' is drawing toward the woman's hands. I see her more clearly now. She has golden hair. I see him working far into the night His hand is writing ugh " This was a kind of shuddering groan "I am go ing!" Another silence. Then a light flute-like voice the accustomed tone of Laughing-Eyes, Rosalie's famous child -$ntrol, and the jtaost .artistic thing Bhe did. ' . "Flowers for a pretty lady!" came the voice of Laughing-Eyes. "Pretty lady is sick. Pretty lady is crying. It's bright here. And' the spirits talk to me. One, two, three spirits talk to Laughing-Eyes. One of them wants the pretty lady oh, he's gone! He is weak. I am weak good-by pretty " Rosalie's lips closed, and she settled dofcvn as though Into deeper sleep. She waited through a space which seemed eternity. Preseutlyshe heard a rust ling from the bed. Miss Estrilla had moved. Rosalie braced herself with in for the shock of cold water. But Miss Estrilla only shook her. Rosalie made a sleepy motion and became still Miss Estrilla shook her again, and called into her ear. "Madame Le Grange wake up! This time. Rosalie permitted her eyes to open. She stared a moment as at-things remote, fetched another shudder, sat bolt upright. Her first ex- presslou was bewildered; her second startled. There followed every ap pearance of embarrassment and chagrin. "Oh, what has happened?" she said "Don't you know?" asked MIbs Es trilla, regarding her narrowly. "I remember coming In here," said Rosalie, "an' I remember telling you that I might go out fall asleep." She arose at this and began nervously to pace the room. HOW TO PLACE THE MIRROR One Should Be Hung In a Dark Hall Where It Will Serve a Triple Purpose, i Always place a mirror In a dark hall. If it can be so placed that it re flects the opening Into the living or drawingroom, it will serve a triple pur poseIt will be a convenience to the guesta and members of the family when they are starting out, it will in crease the light and It will make the hall seem bigger. In a living room place several mir rors, if the room is dark. Place them in rather unexpected places.. A long narrow mirror can be hung length wise, perhaps In a ' corner beside a door. Another mirror, can be placed on a wall opposite a window and, so will reflect the garden or trees or sea or street and give the room apparent ly another window. Another mirror can be placed at such an angle that it will not necessarily reflect the people sitting, about the fire. The object of living room mirrors is not to give re flections of the persons in the room, and such reflections are sometimes annoying. "I've got to apologize," ere went em am well, the laat time I was took tills way, I , went to my own room. When I came to; it was durk -the w vcata thought I'd gone away an' for got to come home Co dinner. I mads up my mind I wouldn't let It happen again like that an' you were tu only person In the bouse. Was I it asleep long? "About six or seven minutes, I think," said Miss Estrilla. Suddenly she covered her eyes with their green shade. "What does it mean, all this?" ah asked. "Poordear, I believe I must have bothered you with my talking If I did talk." She approached the bed, and sat down. "Now I'm goln to tell yo'i all about It,'" pursued Rosalie; "I wust, of course. It ain't right not to explain, now I've made this scene. But you'll be the only llvin soul around the house that knows a thing, an' you'll understand what I mean when I'm through. Comln' right out with it. I've been a medium a spirit medium all my life. You know what that Is. don't you?" "Oh, yes!" "Didn't know but you mightn't Some folks don't an' some hold a low opinion of 'em. I do myself." Rosalie paused. "That was why I cut It out, maybe that and the feelln' that my powers was goln'. Well, one day comes a legacy money I'd never counted on or expected. An' that happened Jest when it seemed like my power had grown weak an' I had to quit or be a fake because when people come an' pay you two dollars you have to de liver answers or you'll git no more custom. So I Jest determined to drop It all an' go to keepln' boarders with my money." Rosalie made the proper dramatio pause here, and let her voice fall. You can't do a thing all your lire. though, an' stop it right away. I hadn't counted on that. I never could control my trances exactly. They had a way of comln' when they wanted to. You can hold it off for a while, an' then it's like holdin' off sleep. Twice be fore this week it's happened I've told you what I did the second time, an' how it scared me. An' Just now, standln' In the hall, I felt it comln' on strong. You know the rest An hope you'll excuse me an you won't say a thing, will you?" Rosa lie's voice held all the pleading In the world. Miss Estrilla, expressionless behind her green shade, spoke in an even and unemotional voice. And what do your spirits say to you?" To me?" replied Rosalie; "good ness, I- don't know. I wish I did. I have to find afterwards from other people what I said or did. Well, I'm as sorry as can be that I bothered you, an' won't do It again, if I can help it Did I talk much?" t "Not a great deal , Something about a young man and a young woman. "Anybody In the house? Sometimes they tell me my spirits talk about folks a thousand miles away an' sometimes about folks that are right here." Miss Estrilla seemed to be consid ering this. When she spoke, her voice was still even and perfectly con trolled: but she did not answer the question. "You have been very kind," she said, "and I dont see why you should tell any one else. You may come here whenever you feel that way. It would be a pleasure to return your kind ness." Rosalie sighed as In relief. "My! That's good. I didn't want to ask It's a lot to ask of anybody but now you've offered, I'll take it I've been thlnkln' lately it would be a good thing to let go of myself when I feel it comln", an1 get it off my system. Was that the bell? Excuse me I ain't sure that lazy Molly will answer It An' thank you, my dear." The bell was only a peddler. When Rosalie had disposed of him, she con sulted her watch. Much remained of the afternoon. "Good time to git in an hour's ses sion with that darned phonograph,' she said; and she took refuge In her own big clothes-closet which, exper iment had shown, was sound-proof. (TO BE CONTINUED.) In bedrooms and dressing rooms mir rors cannot be too manyv A pier glass Is convenient and especially desira ble because it can be placed across corner of the room or in some other position which makes It of decorative value. But far more practical in small room and cheaper, too is the mirror fastened to the door. It should be held in place by the wooden panel ing. . Held to Their Carriage. A man seated in bis own private carriage placed upon a track at the end of a railway train would prob ably be considered a bit of a crank nowadays. Yet it was quite a com mon occurrence within the memory of many people still living. The late duke of Portland always traveled In that way between Welbeck and Lon don. And In Notes and Queries the Rev. Sir David Hunter-Blalr tells story of a gentleman he knew in his youth who was wont to go from Lon don to Brighton in the same fashion, Once the truck at the end of the train got disconnected in a tunnel, leav ing the exclusive passenger seated stationary in hta carriage also la darkness and peril. TAKES OFF DAIIDEUFF HAIR STGF3 FALLtTiG Glrlsl Try This! Makes Hair Thick, Glossy, Fluffy, Beautiful No More Itching Scalp. Within ten minutes after an appli cation of Danderine you cannot find single trace of dandruff or falling hair and your scalp will not itch, but what will please you most will be after a few weeks' use, when you see new hair, fine and downy at first yes but really new hair growing all over ths scalp. A little Danderine immediately dou bles the beauty of your hair. No dif ference how dull, faded, brittle and craggy, just moisten a cloth with Danderine and carefully draw It through your hair, taking one small strand at a time. The effect Is amas Ing your hair will be light, fluffy and wavy, and have an appearance of abundance; an Incomparable ' luster, softness and luxuriance. Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton'a Danderine from any store, and prova that your hair Is as pretty and eot as any that It has been neglected or Injured by careless treatment thats all you surely can have beautiful hair and lots of it if you will Just try lifr tie Danderine. Adv. Queer English Duty. Americans will be interested to know that from 1660 it has been cus tomary to take a duty as one of the hereditary customs of the crown. In 1610 there was a duty of eight pence a gallon on all the tea liquor sold In all coffee houses a great inconveni ence to tea drinkers, because it was surveyed only twice a day by the ex cise officers, and so could only be brewed twice a day. London Mail. SALTS IF BACKACHY OR KIDNEYS TROUBLE YOU Eat Less Meat If Your Kidney Aren't Acting Right or If Back Hurts or Bladder Bothers You. When you wake up with backacb and dull misery In the kidney region it generally means you have been eat ing Jtoo much meat, says a well-known authority. Meat forms uric acid which overworks the kidneys in their effort to filter it from the blood and they be come sort of paralyzed and loggy. When your kidneys get sluggish and clog you must relieve them, like you relieve your bowels; removing all the body's urinous waste, else you have backache, sick headache, dizzy spells; your stomach sours, tongue is coated, and rhen the weather is bad you have rheumatic twinges. The urine is cloudy, full of sediment, channels oft en get sore, water scalds and you are obliged to seek relief two or three times during the night. Either consult a good, reliable physi cian at once or get from yQur pharma cist about four ounces of Jad Salts; take a tablespoontul in a glass of water before breakfast for a few days and your kidneys will then act fine. This famous salts is made from the acid of grapes and lemon Juice, com bined with llthia, and has been used for generations to clean and stimulate sluggish kidneys, also to neutralize acids in the urine so it no longer irri tates, thus ending bladder weakness. Jad Salts is a life saver for regular meat eaters. It la inexpensive, cannot Injure and makes a delightful, effer vescent lithla-water drink. Adv. Hearty Welcome, Mrs. Clay telephoned to a friend that she would come down and spend the day. "Well, here I am! she exciaimea cheerily, as the little daughter of the hostess opened the door. "YeB." replied the child; "I'm giaa to see you; and I know mother will be triad, too. for this morning when you phoned she said that Bhe was thankful she was going to have tne visit over with." Lippincott'B Magazine. Look, Mother! If tongue coated, give "California Syrup of Figs." Children love this "fruit laxative." and nothing else cleanses, the tender stomach, liver and bowels se nicely. A child simply will not stop playing to empty the bowels, and the result is they . become tightly clogged with waste, liver gets slugglBh, stomach sours, then your little one becomes cross, half-sick, feverish, don't eat. sleep or act naturally, breath is bad, system full of cold, bas sore throat, stomach-ache or diarrhoea. Listen, Mother! See if tongue is coated, then give a teaspoonful of "California Syrup of Figs," and in a few, hours all the constipated waste, sour bil and undigested food passes, out of the sys tem, and you have a well child again. Millions of mothers give "California Syrug of Figs" because it Is perfectly harmless; children love It nd it nev er fails to act on the stomach, liver and bowels. Ask at the store for a BO-cent bottle of "California 8yrnp of Flga," whloh has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. A man is afraid of an intellectual woman because he knows she isn't afraid of anything. ' IS CHILD GROSS, FEVERISH, SICK is