Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-13

good ss now when rye rubbed them
up with oil"
well, Of course. you're boss" said
Tommy North. "but don't you think"
But here
Hadn't you better lightup. chill
drens" Resale asked.
"Oh, thank you. Mrs. Le Grange"
said sBetsy-Barbara. "Now rs for the
big desk; should you want"
As Rosalie continued her weary way
upstairs, she heard the click Of the
electric light and the distant babble OF
voices going ON and on.
Lord" she sighed heavily 10 her
self: lord, lord. how great II Is to be-
gin life sweet and pure like that"
CHAPTER TX.
At breakfast next morning. Rosalte
opened her game-opened It like a
master Of human chessmen, with q
trifling move or two of the pawns.
Don't any Of you people be aston
ished." she said, II your clothes look
strange and orderly when you get
home tonight. This IL my day for
cleaning closets. announce now that
IL ind anything isn't hung where It
ought TO be, I'm going to set It right"
please be 10 good a. to cover that
box OF BRAND biscuits on tho top
shelf of my closet, before you begin
dusting." requested Professor Noll.
Il guess It's all right" remarked
Tommy North importantly. ''but gem
orally don't let any ono but my
valley or his assistant NEEDLE with
my wardrobe. Remember, please, to
fold them on the same creases upon
them. While you are about
it, you might give some OF the passee
suits to any deserving person who
comes to your attention. For instance.
there Is my third-best evening suit
you will recognise IL at once because
it Is cut in last years style. Why
not the furnace mans Then there are
a dozen sets Of English flannels which
I've really never had chance to
wear, and they're getting little faded
from hanging in the closet. My man
tells me that clothes must be worn
now and then to preserve their ap-
pearance. Perhaps the ash man could
find use for them. The point 10, use
your judgment, my good woman. l
rely on your honesty to keep for me
any bonds or securities which you
may ind in the pockets Of my lounge
suits" And Tommy, remarkng in q
feminine tone, 20 b1ab!" flecked an
imaginary speck from the somewhat
sleev Of the only business
suit he owned.
When they were gone, Rosalie L.
Grange, refusing assistance from Mrs.
Moore, put on dust cap and long apron
and made good her word. But she
did more than clean. From Miss
Harding's apartment on the ground
floor to Miss Estrilla's on the top she
examined infinitely every garment and
every pair. Of shoes. When she had
finished, when she stood in her own
room dressing for the street. she look
ed very serious. Before she put away
her house-dress, she took from its
pocket the red shoe button. She IN
spected it again. and locked 1t away
In the deepest compartment Of her
jewel case.
. Rosalie walked brtskly 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 sign lettered
in many tongues. She hesltated and
began talking to herself.
you cant 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 abe entered.
When she emerged, 1T lacked but
half an hour OF lunch-time. At the
table, she made subtle inquiry about
the plans OF her boarders for the day.
Mr.. North, already busy with his
agency, had not come home to lunch
at ALL Betsy-Barbara had an engage
ment to help him select furniture.
Constance must spend the afternoon
with her lawyers. Professor Noll in
tended to read q 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 nerves good" she
said to herself as the boarders depart
ed one by one. She reflected a mo.
ment before she sought the kitchen
and addressed Mrs. Moore.
My dear" she said, "the cop who's
on guard at your old place tells me
he thinks the owners have found ten.
ant We moved you in great hurry,
an I'm sure there must have been a
lot Of stuff overlooked. Don't you think
you better go over the whole place
this afternoon? The cop will let you
in-I spoke to him about It," When
Mrs. Moore had gone her lugubrious
way, .Rosalie turned to Molly, the maid
You'd best clean the silver this
afternoon, Molly" she said. LOOK
out for the front door; I'm goin' to be
busy upstairs, an If anybody calls, no
body's at home. Remember what
say"
Forthwith, Resale moved major
piece.
She mounted the stairs toward Miss
Estrilla's room. She was behaving
strangely. Her eyes looked far away
Her manner seemed remote to the
things OF this world. As she knocked
and entered, she passed her hand over
her eyes, gave little convulsive jerk,
dropped her hands to her side, and
shook herself
Miss Estrilla lay back among the