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Wade is ar­ rested. Mrs. LeGrange, who. while plying her trade as A trance medium, had aided Police Inspector Martin McGee 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 tiad left her husband and discloses the fact that Wade represented her and vis­ ited Hanska on the night of the murder in an effort to settle their affairs. She admits Wade wtis in love with her. Wado Is Iw'iii by the coroner's Jury for the death <»f Hanska. Tommy North, who had been tie Id by the police. Is released and re­ turns to Mrs. LeOrange's house. He be­ comes infatuated at once with Betsy Bar­ bara, and at her urging prepares to es­ tablish the Thomas W. North Advertising Agency. Mrs. LeGrange. with Inspector MoGee, examines the house where Han­ ska was killed and finds on the fire es­ cape outside Hanska's window a red shoe toutton. which .she conceals. Mrs. Le­ Grange secretly examines the shoes of her Ctoarders in search of one the red button will fit. She pretends to go into a trance In Miss Estrllla^ei room and communes «hat'4e spirits - are iayln' to you. That's your secret." She appeared to hesitate over a decision. "Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. I've probably got just about one more sittin' in me, an' then I'll be through. I'll git In touch with the spirit to-night, an' I'll set with you to-morrow for the last time this spell. Then I must quit" "I'm very grateful," said Miss Es­ trilia, "more grateful than you can ever understand." "I know you are. That's why I'm doln' this, I suppose," said Rosalie. "There ain't any too much gratitude; In this world. "Why, I feel as weak as water--an' I must look after the ironin' too," she added as she moved listlessly toward the door. ; CHAPTER A Stroke of Luck. We come now to the most crowded day In all the crowded life of Rosalie Le Grange. We begin, ifideed, with Rosalie Le Grange out of the stage picture. We are in the office of the Thomas W. North Advertising Agency in lower Fifth Avenue. Tommy North sits at a cheap but neat desk, brand- ±yw' with spirits. Rosalie secures f ™mi n- j new like all the furnishings of that «pector McGee the services of an Italian : m „ . detective, to work un<3er her direction. I IJlttlp olu offiC6. H© is laboring for Rosalie finds evidence to show that Es- j an accurate and arresting headline to trilla's real name is Peres and that the} * • v. „ , formerly lived ih Port of Spain. Rosalie j proclaim the safety, and yet the dead-; goes into another trance In Miss Estrilln's 1 ]|npss, of a new automatic revolver, room and grains the young woman s con- 1 j rir-A * v- fldence. In succeeding seances Rosalie Miss EstrlUa to believe she is talk- £V' • ^*o* with the spirit of John Hanska. afe'.' ' ; ' • CHAPTER XIV--Continued. W &*r.1 •= "I think that I felt you near me at fe;' time*." . k r, / -Did yod, John? Did you know I Hftj". was in your room once when you were asleep? Do you remember how you slept through the fire at home? That Sf. Ai- - wae Why I dared. There was light S/V-, on your face. I wanted to kiss it." pi'" . *If you had-^and wakened me!" *If I had--if I only had!" Miss! Estrilia wept bitterly; the voice of John answered with reassuring words. "But John, why can you not forgive? Doh't you know /all?" continued Mise Estrilia when stye had control of her voice. **Not all. We do not wake to the spirit at once. I knew nothing until I was looking down on the people who surrounded my body--a long time after. Then there were mists and dark spots. I saw one of the Jewels :'f,on the floor beside the door. I could jnot see you--nor Juan. I most know -w jp i --this is hard--I am growing weak--" p 0$Z»v:. "Wait, John, wait!" cried Miss Es- vs, * f< trilla, for the first time losing control |v j, of herself. "John! Comeback! You most come' back! I've something to „ . ;^^1. \ you that's killing me! John, John, jrou must know that ha didn't mean 'to do It!" ^ -i V^ith S.I1 thd teill-power that she Itad, & Rosalie kept herself from the slight- «at movement when she heard that simple startling pronoun, "he." It was time to close the seance. She sum- ^ ̂ ^3* ,< «noned Laughiag-Eykb, who bade. Miss & '-I&Estrilia good-bjr In a weak failing tone; she settled into her concluding ^trance." j / $>y •' * * • • • • la the last two sittings, Rosalie had been awakening from trance of her own accord. Now, she slumbered on for two or three minutes before she let her eyes flutter open; her face ,Resume expression. fxt- Miss Estrilia had controlled her weeping. To Rosalie's cheerful, "Well, , was I out long?" she returned no an­ swer. Rosalie looked at her sharply. • "I'm afraid youv shouldn't do this 4»ny more--in your state of nerves," •he t said. "Only reason I've kept it . up was because it seemed to be doin' you so much good. But to-day you look all tuckered out. An' me--a wet rag is cast-iron beside my feelin' this minute. Tell me--was it long after I .Jltopped talking before I woke up?" "No. It was shorter than ever be- v fore." "M-hm! Well, those that know me ^.better than I know myself have • watched my trances. They say that ...when I wake up soon after the spirits S. it means just one thing--it seems a runnln' down. It's< been a strain on me for three slttin's, an' now that ftfs beginnin' to tell on you, we'd both better stop it, I guess." But Miss Estrilia raised th** eye- shade; and Rosalie saw that she was peeping again. "Oh, Just another!" fhe pleaded. "Couldn't you, Mrs. Le >• Urangs? There was something more • I wanted to ask. Something," she /Went on, "which would seem trivial to v you. But to me--" . ^ "Now, my dear," interrupted Rosalie, "I don't want to know anything about ' & £ ' K.v, •:̂ -tHROUGH THE SARGASSO SEA At the typewriter desk in the corner sits Betsy-Barbara Lane, inexpertly tapping the keys with two fingers of her right hand and one of her left. And as Betsy-Barbara Smiles trium­ phantly over this fair line, frowns at that foul one, purses her lips over the other hard combination, her radiance fills and Illuminates the Thomas W. North Advertising Agency. From Inception to interior furnish­ ings, it is all Betsy-Barbara. Hers was the choice and placing of the green Mission furniture. Hers was the selection of the pictures, their ar­ rangement in relation to the wall spaces. That it might tfs a pleasant place for work, she picked out prints of her favorite pictures--the Countess Potolka, the Baby Stuart and the Duchess of Devonshire. To give it a business air, she added a framed pho­ tograph of the Union Station in St. Louis. Further, Betsy-Barbara found the most spectacular specimens of ad­ vertising design executed by Thomas W. North, set them In passe-partouts with her own hands, and hung them Just where they would invite the eye, and confidence of customers. She re­ membered also the soul needs of Mr. Thomas W. North himself. In the interstices of the decorations she placed such mottoes as she deemed best for him, as "Do It Now;" "Indus­ try. Is Happiness;" and, most sig­ nificant of all to one who understood the reason for the Thomas W. North Agency. "It's What You Do After Business -Hours That Gives You Nerv­ ous Prostration." Finally, to all these decorations she had added more and more frequently of late her own Illu­ mined self. For life, what time she was not busy with the solace of Constance, hung heavy nowadays on the capa­ ble hands of Betsy-Barbara. 'Just when she realized that what she need­ ed was work, she found that the corre­ spondence of the Thomas W. North Agency was getting greater than Tommy himself could handle. She announced at once her intention of learning the typewriter and doing that work herself--all for the good of the enterprise. To this proposal. Tommy entered a protest of conscience; but the thought that he would see Betsy- Barbara in office hours as well as out rendered it very feeble. So Betsy-Bar- bara fell to work on the second-hand typewriter; and she had so far pro­ gressed that she could write a.pass­ ably good business letter in four at­ tempts and a morning's time. On the scene of brisk business ac­ tivity suddenly entered Rosalie Le Grange. As she stepped into the door, she was large-eyed, serious, a-quiver with inner intensity. She broke into a smile, however, as she surveyed the Thomas W. North Advertising Agency at work. Both Tommy and hie ama­ teur stenographer 'had heard the steps; but each, as people will do when they are Intent, failed to look up from his uncompleted line until startled by Rosalie's: "My! Such a pair of little work­ ers!" Tommy grinned. "Ah, a customer!" he said; "busi­ ness bad at the boarding-house? Any­ thing I can do to advertise you? I recommend our A A Campaign--cheap and (etching for establishments of your class. How's this for a line: 'Our eggs straight from the hen--our coffee grew on a vine--our boarders stay till they die.'" "No, thank you,M replied Rosalie, dimpling upon him. And then, With the air of one who has no time to waste in airy persiflage, "I'm here on business, though. Mr. North, I want to borrow the services of your stenog­ rapher for a day." "Me?" inquired Betsy-Barbara. "You," replied Rosalie Le Grange. She turned back to Tommy North then; and the flash of her dimples dis­ armed any possible resentment. "Mr.- North, haven't you got five or ten minutes of business somewhero else? Like buying your day's cigars or something? When two ladies want to talk something oy?r alone, they hate to talk in the hall." "Oh, certainly," replied Tommy North, rising and reaching for? his coat. "It ain't every young boarder," said Rosalie Le Grange, "who is intelligent enough to let his landlady boss him. Now you be back in Just ten minutes by the clock, that's an obedient boy." Tommy cast one look at Betsy-Bar- bara as he went out of the door; and BetBy-Barbara smiled as though to re­ assure him. Rosalie proceeded to the heart of the matter without any of her cus­ tomary circumlocution. "Betsy-Barbara Lane," die said, "I believe you'd go„ for a friend to the place we ain't supposed to mention, except In church. Wouldn't you?" "What has happened?" asked Betsy- Barbara, her color departing with a rush. "Has Constance--" "Constance is perfectly all right," reaesured Rosalie. "She was tryin' to read--poor thing--when I left her fif­ teen minutes ago. But I've got my an­ swer, you would.."- "I think I would give my life if it would help now," said, Betsy-Barbara. "What I'm askin' then," continued Rosalie Le Grange, "may seem only a little thing. But it's important. I can't tell you how important. It may save him--you know, Mr. Wade--if you play your cardB rlgfht." Betsy-Barbara was on her feet now. "What is It? Quick!" she asked. "Not beatin' about the bush," re­ plied Rosalie Le Grange, "I want you to spend the day flirtin' perfectly out­ rageous with Mr. Estrilia." In spite of herself, Betsy-Barbara let her pink *blond coloring suffuse her cheeks. But the color flowed back as a i "Oh, a Customerl" her mind leaped from circumstance to circumstance and rested on a sus­ picion. "What has he--" she said under her breath, "what has he to do with the Hanska caseT" ' "Nothin' much--himself," said Rosa­ lie, indifferently, "but a great deal to do with Bolvln' it. An' It's Important that he should be delivered at just the right time--as a kind of witness." A new idea widened Betsy-Barbara's eyes and made soft and wondering the little mouth of her. "And what have you?" she whis­ pered. "Have you--all this time--and I never suspected!" "Now don't go cuttin' corners an' gaesein'," said Rosalie Le Grange. "I've been doin' my part. Don't ask me any more, please. I'm just bUstin' to tell. I'm an old fool with my tongue, an' if I spring the littlest leak in a secret It all comes tumblin' out. Re­ member what I've told you. Firat, you can help save Mr. Wade as nobody else can. Next, don't ask any ques­ tions. An* Betsy-Barbara Lane, now Brings Report of Spot by Mariners In ths Days of 8a(ls. So C*Pt. S. A. Beauchant, commanding ?<*¥V'/,4.1byn steamship Thistletoe, has sent • report to the imperial merchant , iervlce guild of Japan on his experi- J" -fnce in a mysterious stretch of sea the Atlantic, called the Sargasso v pea, which is almost in a line with the -v Gulf of Mexico, about 800 miles south- #ast of the Bermudas. It is said to Jfet- have been discovered by Columbus, £ t - •ho was involved in It for a fortnight. * .'•••«..•'*! sailed from Norfolk, Va., for Rio de .••-§aneiro, South America, on May 1." •> ,funs the captain's report. "On the .• *ext day we fell in wtth the gulf of ^ v ;w«ed8, and day after day we passed . through large patches that were ... #Pre*d all over the ocean as far as the #ye could see. About five p. m. on the temperature of the sea wa- : ter suddenly rose 20 degrees, and 1 no- t-'v ticed that small objects were floating 1 v y .•r°und the different patches of weeds, - .^ad wiUi the biuouulafb 1 found them to be red-brown berries. The sea wa­ ter at these places was covered with millions of small jellyfish and "Portu­ guese men-of-war" (a bubble-like trop­ ical fish with stinging tenacles), some just appearing like huge bubbles with their sails set, reflecting all the hues of the rainbow. Flying fish were there in great number, and it seemed to be the proper breeding ground for them, as ihe patches between the weeds wenevfuM of young flslt" " 'Well, boys, how goes itT I've Just returned from a three-month Euro­ pean tour--' "We groaned. "'--and I'm going to sit hers with you two or three hours--/ "We groaned again. " '---and I want you to tail me •racy blessed thing that's happened since I've been away!'" ' I'm gettin' solemn. J[ . want yi»u to hold up your right nand an' swear somethin' on your honor--that you woa'i ieil anybody--anybody--about this until I let you." But now the shade of a suspicion flashed across Betsy-Barbara's face. Rosalie, caught it and formed her an­ swer mentally before her pretty Juror spoke. "Suppose," said Betsy-Barbara--"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Le Grange, but one must watch everything in! a time like this--suppose you were, working for the other side?" "In case you ever found that out," said Rosalie, "your oath is all off. Goodness me!"--and now her Amotion was real--"do I look like a traitor pr anything of that sort? Haven't I nelpefd Mrs. Hanska every way I could? You're a woman, Betsy-Barbara, an' you know me by this time. Am I that kind?" "No," replied Betsy-Barbara. "Ybu are not." And "with an air of pretty solemnity, she swore It. " "If I was a man," said Rosalie L4i Grange, "I could just eat you up when you look that way. Now we're goin' straight to business. It is a quarter of ten. Has Mrs. Hanska any date to­ day?" "She was going to her lawyer's- at eleven o'clock." "Let her do that; but first you're to see her and tell her that she musn't come home afterwards. Let her go any­ where except home. An' after you've done what I want you to do, you'll meet her somewhere an' take her to dinner at--ai the Hotel Hamblen. That'e a respectable out-of-the-way place. Got that?" "Yes." "Then after you've'seen Mrs. Han-, ska, you'll rest a while. And at two- thirty, sharp, you're to be waiting by the Carlisle Trust building. It's got only one entrance, which is lucky-. And you can hardly miss." "For--him?" "For Mr. Estrilia. This is no time to make any bones of anythin'. He's crazy over you. He has an engage­ ment there for two-thirty. Let him go in. He probably won't stay more than fifteen minutes. You're to meet him at the front of the elevator. You're to--encourage hita--you know. If he asks you to take a walk, which he probably will, you accept, and start him toward the park. This - is the point. At five o'clock sharp, you're to have him takin' tea with you in the Park CaBino--you know where that is, don't you? An' you're not to leave un­ til half past five. Then you're to meet Constance--Mrs. Hanska--as I told you. Wait a minute--" Rosalie paused, frozen immobile on the birth of a new thought--"have her pack a suit case and take it with her. You two register at the Hotel Hamblen an' stay there tonight--stay right there until you hear from me. Got all that? Well, repeat it after me." . Betsy-Barbara repeated it slowly. The door rattled; Tommy North was back. "Mr. North," said Rosalie, "I'm bor- rowin' your office help for the day. We want you to do somethin' for us. You don't understand now, but you will. Don't you go near my house until to­ morrow--you sleep out tonight an* breakfast out tomorrow. I can give you a rebate if you demand It," she pursued, dimpling on him. "All right, take it out of that first week's board you stung me so hard for," laughed Tommy North. Then his eyes sought Betsy-Barbara's with a troubled look. "What's the answer?" he asked. "There's no answer," said Rosalie Le Grange; "not just at present. ' Except you'll be glad you did It--an' I'll ex­ plain some day myself. Go where you want tonight. Only don't get drunk." "Oh, he won't do that, of course!" put in Betsy-Barbara. Which defensive assurance quite re­ stored the spirits of Tommy North, and the smile came back to his face. "But promise us one thing--you will never say a word to anybody about this," put in Rosalie. "I promise," said Tommy, as sol­ emnly as he could, considering that his heart danced. She had taken up the cudgels for him! The two women parted at the cor­ ner. No sooner had Betsy-Barbara ta­ ken a Fifth avenue stage and started on her puzzling journey of intrigue, than Rosalie called a taxtcab and set her course for the East side docks of lower Manhattan. Here we must introduce a new char­ acter in this story, a person who flash­ es in and out a*- people are ever flashy ing in and out of our lives,. bearing VALUABLE MONKEY IS LOST Pleasant Surprise. "A pleasant surpise," said Senator Frawley of New York, apropos of a charge that had been exploded against a brother legislator. "A splendid sur­ prise indeed. It reminds me of Smith. "A half dozen of us sat gossiping in the club one afternoon when Smith en­ tered. 'Oh, dear me!' I groaned 'Here's Smith. Here's Smith, Just hack from a three-month European toter. He's going to bore us to death with travel talk. I see it in his eye.' "Smith, sure, enough, came straight toward us. He sat down, lighted a cigar, beamed ga us, staid: Ladies' Purses From Frog Skins* ( Eighteen big mountain frogs have been brought to this country from the Philippines by Dr. F. M. McAllis­ ter, ship's surgeon on the Korea: He will give them to the New York park commission for propagation. The mouse-colored skin, mottled with spots of darker hue, may be used for the manufacture of women's purses and chatelaine.. sacks, as are the hides of crocodiles. The frogs are delicate in spits of their sise, and five died on the voy age. The dead frogs were in much de­ mand among women passengers, who wanted to hare purses made out of 1"* -• service ir* their hands. At this point also appears--though ever so Blightly --the element of coincidence. The new character is Skipper Matt Baldwin of. the schooner Maud, en­ gaged in the coastwise lumber trade. The Maud is lying at the dock, prepar­ ing to sail for Halifax on the morrow with a return cargo. A battered and pleasant old man, the Skipper Bald­ win, with an eagle profile which de­ notes his courage and a soft eye whlch.^ indicates his gullibility. He was di widower of long and affectionate mem­ ory; because of that and because of his search! ngs of the spirit on lonely voyages, he became a believer in spir­ itualism of the kind which Rosalie Le Grange used to practice. Rosalie was his favorite medium--and his friend. Toward the schooner Maud she was now driving her taxicab. The piece of luck was this : At the very moment when the taxicab round­ ed the corner from Will street and the driver began to inquire for pier 16%, Captain Baldwin was as near to pro­ fanity as his convictions allowed. As for the mate, he had no convictions which prevented him from expressing himself to the limits of his vocabulary, over that unlucky accident, that tum­ ble into the hatches, which had sent a newly-signed Italian member of the crew to Bellevue hospital nursing a broken arm. With all the heaven- condemned things tbey had to do be­ fore the improper old ejpow could be cleared In the morning, how the sin and sulphur (the mate inquired of the bright air) were they going to dig up. another aailor to satisfy tfee pwi,^-emu­ lations? v CHAPTER XVIA ^ -- . The Last #sanc<§&'!&. Fortunately for her plans, only three «f Rosalie Le Grange's regular board­ ers ever came homfe to luncheon--Con­ stance, Betsy-Barbara and Professor Noll. Of these, two were disposed of for the day. Professor Noll found three strangers already placed and eat­ ing. Two young men, powerful and slow-moving, sat at either side of the hostess. At th6 other end of the table, in Miss Harding's accustomed seat, was a matronly woman, gray-haired but alert of motion and eye. "Mr. Kennedy--Mr. Hunter--Mrs. Leary--I want to introduce Professor Noll. The professor 1B one of my regu­ lar boarders. This lady and these gen- tlejpen are transients; they'll be with us just a few days," said Rosalie Le Grange. The two men nodded and fell to their luncheon, of which they con­ sumed vast quantities. Mrs. Leary, however, smiled upon him an experi­ enced smile. "Mrs. Leary," pursued Rosalie Le Grange, "has got some foreign views I'm sure you'd like to see. You won't be droppin' in this afternoon, win you?" ^ "No," eaid Professor Noll, "sorry, I'm making up the paper today. I won't get home until Just before my dinner. My habit," he added, address­ ing Mrs. Leary, "always to dine just at seven. The human intestinal sys­ tem is a machine, admirable, well-bal­ anced, nicely calculated to its uses. Now the minute study of scientific management has proved that a ma­ chine--" And so Professor Noll, hav­ ing mounted his hobby, rode blithely away upon it; and Mrs. Leary, with all the ready tact of the experienced police matron that she was, vaulted to the pommel and rode with him. Ro­ salie had learned all she wanted to know. Professor Noll would not trou­ ble her again that afternoon. The chimes of the Metropolitan tower rang the hour of two. At the first stroke, Rosalie, as one who finds relief in action, ran down the base­ ment steps and opened the back door. Inspector Martin McGee, dressed in plain clothes and carrying a small hag, was waiting outside. "All set?" he asked under his breath. "Everything's ready," replied Rosa­ lie as she led the way across the base­ ment. But Inspector McGee stopped her at the etairway. "Say, it's all right to let you have your head and do things your own way. Grimaldi reported back for other duty at one o'clock, just as you told him. But I'm running risks when I take your word that youll deliver this Estrilia when we want him--or I would be, if it was anybody but you. Why can't you tell me?" "See here, Marty McGee," said Ros­ alie, "I've got ready to put one of the biggest feathers in your cap you ever wore. An' I've done it by goln' my own woman's way. If it hadn't been for me, you'd been barkin' up the wrong tree yet. I've acted this way because I do things woman-fashion, an' there ain't a single mutt man alive that would ever say I was on the right track--until I delivered the goods. The hardest thing I know is to tell what I know--that's a habit. Are you goln' to believe me when I say that I can put my hands on this Estrilia when­ ever I please? Are you goln! to leave that to me, just like you've left the whole thing so far?" ' (TO BE CONTINUiR.) ' V * Johns Hopkins Ho.spitai Misses Little Animal Holding thd Key to a Vsry Rare Disease. A small monksy, which scientists of the pathological department "of John* Hopkins believe holds the key to the solution of i a rare and fatal disease, mysteriously disappeared from its cage in the Hunterlan laboratory and no trace of it has been discovered. Whether the animal was stolen or escaped from its cage and intelligently closed and fastened the door behind It remains as much a mystery as the ail­ ment with which it was believed to have been inoculated, and from which there have been five deaths at Johns Hopkins hospital In the last year. o has been d that he could com- umans. It of the dls- Schmeisser. his expert- 1. He be- Dr. Harry Sch making the ex did not Mklieve municate the showed evident ease, according and he is t$-acti< ments have £an them, early .' •ilj? ' • : ' . VJ *X.r> '.A Daily Thought. Avoid extremes, and shun the fault of such who still are ple^s^d too little or too much.--Pope. , r ; \y.y:' Physicians and scientists all the world over, it was asserted, have tried, without success, to transmit this dis­ order to some of the lower animsls tor the purpose of study. % Says Ants Do Not Co-Operste. M. Cornets, a practised observer of Insect life, asserts that ants know nothing of co-on*r«t!c:i !a their social life. In proof he cites an experiment which any one can repeat Offer an ^ant a piece of cheese shaped like a shuttle; it seizes the tip, turns it about and starts dragging it in the di­ rection of Ms nest. Other ants arrive and seize the cheese by its sides. It continues to advance, but more slowly. There is no united effort; each ant is trying to turn the crumb of cheese around. If we chase* off the ants on the right the cheese will turn to the right, for the other ants are pushing it. Chase off those on the left and it turns to the left for the same reason^ Chase off the one that is pulling it and It stands still, for the ants on each sid« counteract each other. M. Cornetz holds this a proof that each aat is acting for himself alone. ..., , ' * • > * ' > * + ' • • ' * Wanderer Returns to Chicago *nd Discovers Another Man in His Last Resting Place! TANGLE FOR LAWYERS Mother Says Body Supposed to BslHer Son's Was Sent to Htr From Wis­ consin; she Discovered Mistake. But Hated to Spoil Funeral. , Chicago.-r-When Charlie Nelson "hit the road" out of Chicago two years ago he went away with the consoling thought that if death overtook him on his travels be always had a nice grave bought and paid for and waiting for his body in Chicago. Maybe it was the certainty ofr the "decent burial" that made Charlie for­ get to write to the folks at home about Ms many adventures len strange lands. But a few weeks ago Charlie came back to Chicago and found somebody in his grave. He was much aroused over the Intrusion of the stranger In his final resting place. ̂ He insisted it was unethical. Charlie Nelson's mother, Mrs. Jo­ hanna Oberg, said it wasn't her fault, but he insists he "just can't feel com­ fortable while that other fellow is In my grave." To make things worse, suit was filed against Mrs. Oberg by an undertaker in-Chippewa Falls for the collection of a till for the burial of the stranger in Charlie's grave. Charlie and his mother took their troubles to the Le­ gal Aid society. Mrs. Oberg says the body was sent to her from Wisconsin. She attributes the mistake to an erroneous descrip­ tion of the body by the Chippewa Falls • Found Somebody in His Grayi» undertaker and anxiety nn the part of the coroner and officials to be rid of the task of caring for an unidenti­ fied body. In support of her contention Mrs. Oberg showed the telegram which her son, Nels Nelson, received, stating his brother, William Nelson, had been killed in Chippewa Falls. The mother says that she telegraphed that her son's name was Charles Nelson, and also sent a detailed description of his appearance t» the coroner and sheriff of Chippewa county. "My son Charles is a blond--like myself," said Mrs. Oberg, "and when the body came I found It was that of a man with dark hair and dark com­ plexion. I felt it was not the body of my Bon the minute I looked at it However, as everything was ready, sod the grave was dug, I allowed the body to be buried, so as not to spoil the funeral., "Now they are suing me to pay for burying some unknown person. The telegram from the coroner shows that he misrepresented the appearance of the dead man." In the meantime the efforts of the Legal Aid society are directed towards defending Mrs. Oberg in the matter and disturbing ' the unwelcome body in Charlie Nelson's grave. NEGRO TRADED* FOR A PIG Convicted of Murder, Lad Gets Ufl Term--Accomplice Given 18' Years. Elkton, Md.--At the trial of James Paraway, fifteen, a negro, who was convicted the other day of murder in the first degree and sentenced to the penitentiary for life, it developed that Paraway's mother traded him to a farmer for a pig while he was a lad^ The mother cannot be found, and the boy has no recollection of where he was brought up. Norman Mabel, eighteen, also a ne­ gro, Indicted for complicity In the same crime, was sentenced to 18 years. Paraway and Mabel were two of five negroes arrested last December for killing James R. Coleman, a Kent county farmer, and robbing the body. Woman Swallows $3,250. London---A woman In a Vienna hos­ pital swallowed a tube containing 13 260 worth of radium, with which she was being treated for a cancer of the throat The radium was «re< by a surgical operation. Speed In the Treasury. Washington.--Mr. and Mrs. Heaven, Mr. and Mrs. Hell, Mr. and Mrs. Damm were among visitors at the treasury department the other day. Has Hole In Heart. Baltimore, Md.--Nellie Schats, with a hole in her heart as big as a dime, is breaking all records by <«»» •«<! gaining TVtheMerit of Lydia E.Pfa)b* Vegetable Cam* •• 'turiBgChaage of life. IVestbroofc, Me. -- «I waa through the Change of life and had pains in my back I and side wwi mw weak I could hardly 0°, housework. I have taken Lydia E. 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Tour letter will be opened, read and answered by » woman, and held In strict confidence* BOTH VERSATILE AND STRONG Young English Author Especially Gift- •d With Talent Alo/ig Many Llni*';: ":F Other Than Writing. ; • >: Eldrld Reynolds, the young English woman who is the author of the novel "Whispering Dust." belongs to an old Yorkshire family, and numbers among her ancestors Elizabeth Pry, the prison reformer, the poet Bloomfteld and James Ward and George More- land, both noted as painters. Misa Reynolds spent her ohlldhood on the wide, heather-covered Yorkshire moors and the wild Cornish coast. The pas­ sion for space, freedom and the Im­ mensities which she voices in "Whis­ pering Dust" is doubtless the result of her early environment. The book Itself is the result of a winter on the Mediterranean and in Egypt, but the heroine, who after thirty years of cramping duties as "a niece" longs to accomplish something, can by no means be identified with the author. Miss Reynolds has accom­ plished a great deal .in leas than thirty years. She created stories before she could read; wrote, acted and produced plays for home and school before she reached her teens; published her first story at sixteen and her first novel, "Red of the Rock," at twenty. She has a decided talent for drawing and singing and her favorite recreations show that she can be by no means a dreamer. Among them are riding, sailing, fishing, dancing, winter sports, caravaning, amateur theatricals, pho­ tography, painting, drawing and sing1 ing. • - wi; ^Caravagglo Plcturs FoMitjjL ' 'Ajq important find has been made M the art collection of Marchese della Stufa at France. It is a painting by Caravaggio, which had been lost sight of for many years. The painting was knofrn to connoisseurs through a print In the Oallerla degll Uflzzi. Big di Pietro, the secretary of this gallery, was determined to find the picture. It was known that in . the year 1700 it was in possession, of the Cerretani family, which is now ex­ tinct. Sig dl Pietro, while examining Mar­ chese della Stufa's collection saw the painting and immediately identified it. The Uflzzi print is an exact reproduc­ tion of the picture, which is a typical Caravaggio. It depicts six youths, one of whom is playing a violin, one a luts and ione a flute, while two are singing and one is listening.--New York Sun. - • ' " ! Favorite the house- h Assfc law cooking-- f 1H6JP«V. J ' Toasties The factory cooks them perfectly, toasts them to a delicate, golden-brown, and tends them to your table ready to eat direct from dm sealed package. Wonderfully , Appetising Toastie VP*-.;