Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-11-07

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Inspector MCGEE looked also.
That's easy" sald he. -Thsy oponod
tho window. It was raining. wasn't
~ Well. the rain came in and stained
it"
Il suppose 70" said Roealfa But
she made Q minute exapination. Let
% Violate for . second the privacy Of
her mind. Dear old dopsi" It waS
saying. 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 l came into tho
house: and 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 1t inch by inch. her lips
pursed. her hands making quick nut-
tiers Of disgust over tho 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 . Morris chair. His
was a life of grim hard things: these
surroundings, depressing even to Rosa
lie. were to him part Of the days
work. And so he fell to watching not
the search for evidence but the figure
Of Rosalie LIE 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
der. and he had seen her cross the
street. He had marked her then 10 "a
peach"-a little too plump for his idea
Of beauty. but pretty nevertheless. She
had brown hair then: and those big
gray eyes The eyes remained a. they
were. but there was . foam of white
across her hair. The face had fallen
into a delicate ridge here and there,
though massage had taken care Of the
wrinkles. which showed not - yet.
Her hgure had broAdened . Nttle-yet
she still bore It wonderfully. Tho skin
Of her long plump hands had begun to
gather about tho knuckles. And still
-she appealed to him a. she had nov.
q appealed in those nrst days. He
had no great amount Of Imagination:
but what he had scared and took 1isht
Suppose-then-when they were both
young
The flight stopped there: the bird
OF Imagination huttered to earth. killed
BY an arrow Of memory. This Was
had always been-a medium, profsG
sional faker. In their early acquaint.
ance she had duped even him. She
was next door to crook: and he
dwelt 50 close to crooks - to have his
tolerations. but also his prsjudices.
No, she wasn't the kind for . man.
But It was . pity. The broad. sturdy
police bosom Of Martin MCGEE heAved
with sigh.
Tho sigh did not escape Resale L.
Grange: little in her surroundings ever
escaped her. She appeared to come
out Of her thoughtful mood. and her
dimples flashed.
Getting tired 2" she asked.
no." he said. And then suddenly:
Rose, why did you ever start 1T"
being Q medium. you meanf'
Yes. The word was out Of his lips
before wonder entered his mind.
"Now, how did you gst that-what
was thinking Of! You make me won.
der II there amt something in your
mediumship."
WELL" said Rosalie. when you're
left an orphan at twelve-there amt
much choice. Professor Vango adopt.
ed me-my mother was In his circle
Old fake! But he had mediumship.
too: an he thought, an thought. he
brought somethin' out OF me. Anyhow,
saw things. So became q medium.
like you became q cop-because It hap
pened that way. Sometimes" added
Rosaiie. drawing all sting from her
words by . nash Of her dimples. Il
think you're awful stupid. Martin Nc
Gee. an sometimes think you're .
wonder. It's generally according to
whether or no you agree with me. Az
you mostly do. generally call you q
wonder. An you've got get-there be.
sides. Slow. but you do get there"
This bit of conversation fulfilled Ro
sales purpose. It turned tho sub
ject from herself to Inspector McGee's
self; and she knew from life Of ex.
perience that no man lives who can 70
sist that lure.
How do you feel about me today?"
he asked with heavy male coQuetry.
II haven't made up my mind today"
she said. but it's veerin' toward the
stupid" She crossed tho room and
fumbled with the catch OF tho south
window. He rose heavily 70 help her.
mo, thank youi" she said. mo.
thank you. I want 10 look over this
IRE escape. I'm that old can't 60 up
modest-like. it, enough 70 have the
etenographers rubberin' from these
windows. without you
However, she managed with sur
passing lightness the step from the
window to the iron stairway. with -
tonishing grace the ascent She
threaded Il to its top. viewing It al IN
q general way. Then she stopped, ma
king q picture Of herself ~ she bal.
anced on the landing, and pulled out
wire hairpin. This universal imple-
ment Of the sex she twisted to suit
her purpose. and began . slow descent,
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