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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
, 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'
BY Harry R.Qrissinger
"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
"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
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
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
Martin McGee," said Rosalie Le
Grange, "you Jest cut that out!"
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
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
"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
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
"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.
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
"What does it mean, all this?" ah
"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
"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
Miss Estrilla, expressionless behind
her green shade, spoke in an even
and unemotional voice.
And what do your spirits say to
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
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
"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
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.
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
. 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.
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
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.
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
"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. '

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