Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-23

And when she remembered this (
I asked that when she died she might b
from her grave sprang great golden
ever seem"
while for the bucket to fill again.
When begun sittin' with you. had
more in me than thought. Fact H.
| I'd just begun to overflow, which il
why l couldn't stop that first trance
from comm. But now it's about spilled
out. Trance amt relief any longer
It's been strain on me for three cit.
tins an now that it's beginnin' to tell
on you, we'd both better stop it,
guess"
But Miss Estrilla raised the eye.
shade; and Resale saw that she was
weeping again "Oh, just another!''
she pleaded. Couldn't you. Mrs. lie
Grange? There was something more
wanted to ask. Something" she
went on, which would seem trivial to
you. But to ne"
Nov, my dear interrupted Rosa.
| lie, II don't want to know anything
about what the spirits are sayin' ia
4
peared to hesitate over decision
Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. I've
probably got jest about one more sit
TIM in me, an then I'll be through
Sometimes, by sort Of reachin' out
toward the spirit on the night before
can't make you understand, guess
you not bein' mediumistic-I can make
the trance stronger bring more, they
tell me-. I'll Eittin touch with the
spirit tonight, an I'll set with you to
morrow for the last time this spell
Then must quit I'm keepin' q
boardin' house, not practisin' profess
sional."
I'm very grateful said Miss Els
trilla, more grateful than you can
ever understand"
/ ."I know you are. That's why I'm
dom this, suppose" said Resale
There amt 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 XVI
We come now to the most crowded
and significant day in the crowded life
Of Resale LIE Grange. When she
told Of it afterward to the only person
who ever enjoyed her full confidence
she gave but narrative Of flashes and
snatches-a pertinent fact, out Of its
context, at one session, state OF
emotion at another. Rosalie was
logical ana consecutive only when the
long slow road of reason would serve
her purpose better than the short cut
of intuition. But, indeed there Is In
this world hardly mind so logical and
consecutive, so cool and precise, as tc
be equipped for following closely and
recording accurately course such al
Rosalie followed that day. Can you
remember exactly what happened, all
details in order, on the night when you
found the burglar In your room, the
day when you were injured in the train
wreck? Multiply such dramatic incl
dent on dramatic incident, such emo
tional crisis on emotional crisis
and small wonder that Resale could
never weave consecutive narrative
We begin, indeed, with Resale lie
Grange out Of the stage picture. We
are in the once OF the Thomas w
North Advertising Agency in lower
Fifth avenue. Tommy North sits at q
cheap but neat desk, brand-new like
all the furnishings Of that little old
office. He is laboring for an accurate
and arresting headline to proclaim the
safety, and yet the headlines, OF a new
automatic revolver. 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 triumphantly over this fair line,
frowns at that foul one, purses her lips
over the other hard combination, hex
radiance fills and Eliminates 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 Sc
lection of the pictures, their arrange.
ment in relation to the wall spaces.
That 1t might be a pleasant place for
work, she picked out prints Of her
favorfte pictures-the Countess Pot.
Okla, the Baby Stuart and the Duchess
of Devonshire. To give It a business
air, she added framed photograph OF
the Union Station in st. Louis. Fur.
Their, Betsy Barbara found the most
spectacular specimens Of advertiser
design executed by Thomas w. North,
set them in passe-partouts with her
own hands, and hung them just where