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Costs a little more but saves enough more grain to pay the dif ference, to say nothing of the advantage of The Most Popular Binder Made being able to maintain a cool and collected temperament. The Shadow And How It Played Them a Trick By CLARISSA MACKIE "I shall give up the house unless the mystery is ox pinnlaed tat once.' corn ylialied Mr. Timothy Swan to the res estate agent "lint. Mr. Swan," objected the mat perplexedly, "I've done everythilg I could to help you out. In fact, I' v had the house watched for several nights by n speciai palitemanta, aed he deviees tinhat not athiaa hmit being tap proatced it from any direttion." "I woutd t lke t' tt ialk to that tatan," said Mar. Swan eagerly. "Where can I flud hinm." "lis natie is litek, and you can see hlm by tatiing at the pollee station". 'aid the e'at r'ilevedly. "Perhapis llee'k's tatoiiany will taontcie' you that it is aitpos'alae for any one to clitk to the second story or your house aid tooai itn the window" "I didn't say halt finty one did such a thing." Interrupted Mr. Swan hastily. "My ctntention is tia:tt tile piale Is haunted. What else cotid aacount for the shadow of ia womant ' fat' falling against any wialow shale every moon light night an1d sometites when It Is quite dark? Again at Iagain I htve pulled lip the aulde only to dis'tver there Is nothing teyond ant' ale the orehard and beyond It the high hill where the cematery Tits. 'T'here is a sheer drop of fifty feet from my win dow to the grats belowi, und there Is nothing ni person eonld stand upon if lie managed to realtit fltnt height Sir," lie went on Impresl'vely, "I've lived In eightt ha nted hoites, antd I know what I'm talking nhout. 'T'here is something queer about liant shadow." "Were Ui' mysterles of the other eight houses explained?" asked the agent keenly. "Well." asoi Mr. Swan, rlsing to leave, "six of Ihem were. but tie o1ter two conid not lie expatined." "I expect yot're a psychologist or something like tait,"suggested IIte man. "Nothing of the sortt" retorted Mr Swti tv'stily. "I lost merely at plain t ,,I Mat. BEEN SUDDENLY AI'PIPARED AT THE BACK tiOl. matter of faa' American citizen, try iag to discover why I should be haunt ed by the shadow of a woman's face. I wish you good day, sir. I will flind this man Hock, and if be cannot throw nay light on this matter I will vacate the house." "As you please, Mr. Swan." said the ugent rather wearily, and as the door closed behind the exasperated tenant he winked signineantly at his partner, who had been dodging back and forth behind the morning newspaper. "What do you make of that old par ty, Smai ti'" lie asked. "lBeen aixiug his drinks, of course," returned the other wisely, and with a laugh at the expeuse of the perturbed Mr. Swan they disialssed hiaa fruit their thoiaghts. In the nieantlnie Mr. Swan was boarding ia street car, bound for the police station downtown. The small city of Shacklin was scattered over the level plains at the foot of several high hills. Mr. Swan's house was situated on the outskirts o the city. and his orchard seemed to run up the side of the nearest hill. Mr. Swan had rented the place with the Idea of purchasing it if hle lked it, and he had been liv ing there several months, becoming more and more gratified with his sur rnaadings until all at once his peace wias invaded by the shadow of a wom in's faie. When he met Mr. Beck, the detec tive and special policeman of whom the real estate agent had spoken, he found ii tall, lean, silent iini with an Indifferent muanner. Mr. HBek appear ed not to be listening to ii word of Mr. Swan's lengthy discourse, and yet if that gentleman paused for am in staet's be'ath the detective would mutter impatiently: "Go . sir: please go on!, "And whait does Mrs. Swan say to eli this?" inquired Mr. Reek' whea the /lier rman had lunished. "There is no Mrs. Swan, not as yet," returned M.ir. Swan, with dignity. though his fair complexion reddened. "Not yet, but soon?" inquired Mr. Beek unsmilingly, and then, not wait hug for an answer. he went on. "Of course it would be embarrassing to ex plain to Mrs. Swan, if there was such a .lady, that you are pursued by a strange female." He relapsed Into sit lence and shared at the diamond ring twinkling on Mr. Swan's chubby fin. ger. "May I ask if you've been marrle4 Mr. Swan?" he snapped out suddenj7. "Why-er-yes, of course." retuar Mr. Swan rather confusedly. ' wife died'a year ago, and she is buti4l, in the cemetery on the hilltop back e* mLWhoung. That Awhy"- ae pauee& "I see,0" nod)dedt ;`iet .uo believe there is sgoncthtb + ural about the shadow oe the face upon youz' wndo*b 9 adeM4' fj have connected it with te your wife is buried near by, ;l@ "Yes," admitted Mr. Swan. 'tVery well, I'll think the m#te over," said the detective " "and perhaps I many spehd the igk out your way. What time dos .heo moon rise?" "Eight thirty-two, but it doesn't .110* over the top of the hill until nearlyd 9 o'clock," returned Mr. Swan. " you'll come to the house I shall be. glad to show you around, and I . wil-.: remark that I have some excellent.. elder in my cellar." "Thanks, I'll be there," said the de' tective promptly, and once more Mr. Swan went forth to.seek a trolley car. only this time he was headed for home. That evening at 9 o'clock the long and silent Mr. Reek suddenly appear ed at the back door, having made his entrance through the orchard. The stout housekeeper who answer ed his modest knock looked suspicious ly at him. "I left him standing outside." she told her employer. "Be's rather a slick looking customer, and you don't never know when some one's looking around to burgle the house. I could have sworn there waM a woman looking in my window the other night. Since then I keep my hlinds shut tight." She folded her plump arms across her chest. "So you've seen it, too?" inquired Mr. Beek's quiet voice, for he had followed close in her wake. "Good evening, Mr. Swan," he went on. smiling at the woman's astonished face. "is the ghost walking yet?" "Ah, good evening, Mr. Beek! This is my housekeeper, Mrs. Brown. It seems that she, tpo; has seen some thing unusua l." Thereupon Mire Brown proceeded to relate with taany gestures and much lurid description the story of the fright she had received it week ago come yes terday when on goitg to her room and blowing out the light she had been con fronted with the large shadow of a wo man's profile against her window shade. "Of course I pct my head out of the window and said. 'Whatever are you hanglug around here for?', But I de clare to mtan there wasn't a human soul anywbore around. It gave me such a turn I've hardly got over it yet!" She closed her eyes and swayed dangerously netr Mr. Swan's diminu tive form, but that gentleman was wary tud chivalrously placed a chair for her. "Sit down if you feel taint, Mrs. Brown," he urged. "I'm all over it now," she returned grimly. "We aight take a look around. eb?" suggested Mr. Beek. "Seen the shad-. ow on the tirst floor?" "I've never noticed It, anywhere but against my chamber window blind." said Mr. Swan.,leading the way to ward the stairs. "Mrs. BI'own, how ever, occuples a room on the ground floor on the sanoe side of the house, and it seems she, too, has seen the same phenpmncwou." "Lead the way." said the detective tersely. Mr. lswan mountea tue steep staira to the second floor, while the detective followed him, it's. Brown, at her own request, bringing up the rear. The host led the way Into a large chamber facing the east. The room was unlighted save for the stream of moonlight that fell through, throwing a large patch of whiteness against the light colored wall over the bed. Against this whiteness there was thrown black ly the large profile of a woman with classical features-a beautiful woman. with a noble cast of brow shadowed by a heavy wave of hair. "Is that the same face you saw. madam?" he asked Vie housekeeper. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "And the same one you have always seen, sir?" he turned to Mr. Swan. "It is." said that gentleman solemnly, "Well, sir-and madam," said the de= tective, with a twinkle In his eyes, "It is quite true that that shadow is cast by a lifeless woman who stands In the cemetery on the hillside"-he waited until he had enjoyed their hor riled .gasps-"but It happens to be a shadow cast by the profile of a large marble angel recently erected on the summit of the hill over the Origgsby plot. The moon rises behind the statue and throws the shadow down on your windows. It is a very beautiful face, to it not?" "Wonderful," murmured Mr. Swan. while his housekeeper snorted incredu lously and left the room. "I came down here through the cem. etery and discovered the cause in an Instant. J am sure, Mr. Swan, that you need have no qualms about-era dismissing your housekeeper and-er letting the marriage bells peal forth once more." The detective smiled down his long nose at the blushing lit. tle man. "Come downstairs, sir, while I find my check book, but first I will draw you some of that ise cider," be said warmly. SHE 105, HE 80; WILL WED. Bridegroom to Be Wants Her Guardian Removed First. Los Angeles. Cal.-Mrs. Marcellua Elisaida, 105 years old and said to be wealthy. concurred in an application for a marriage license for herself and Pleasantlno Leon, aged eighty. The license was issued. Leon said he would attempt to have a recent court order appointing Mrs. Caldula Lugo, a granddaughter, the aged woman's legal guardian, set aside, Mrs. Lugo will contest the action. Digger Unearthe $37,500. Nowata, Okla.-George .Uardsook, a laborer, unearthe4 $37,500 in gold while digru a trencts near the vlUage of Of esby. Hardsook's possessaon of the welIth. however, will probably be of abQtt duration. a state law requiring that such finds be Spriendered te the Qiwer of the Ian4. 'know who bale. selling m Ibi d liquor, and ,}reby tgive' notice G~ shomyld'It oeeqir again I will `prose lute them. MRS.. iDJ. J HOLWARONT; Ronan, June 25,"1910.