South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-09-17
(ContInued from Tuesday.)


You'd best clean the silver this
afternoon. Molly" she said. Look
out for the front door. I'm goin' 10 be
busy upstairs. an If anybody calls.
nobody's at home. Remember what
1 say"
Forthwith. Rosalie moved ma
jOr piece. She mounted the stairs to-
ward Miss Estrilla's room. She was
behaving strangely. Her eyes looked
far away Her manner seemed re-
mote to the things of this world. AS
she knocked and entered. she passed
her hand over her eyes, gave a little
cOnvulsive, jerk, dropped her hand
TO her side. and shook herself.
Miss Estrilla lay back among the
cushions in half-light. She had taken
off her dark glasses. but the green
shade was low over her eyes. She
seemed TO catch the strange new
manner Of Rosalie.
What is the matter?" she asked.
Rosalie did not answer at once.
She gave little stagger. sank down
In chair, and began to murmur in
articulate syllables in low and
rather husky voice.
What has happened?'' asked Miss
Estrilla again; and she spoke in real
alarm.
iNbodllt sat upright DIS VIII ltdl
effort. Once or twice her hands
clasped and unclasped
Give me that glass of water" she
said in a half-whisper She drank;
wet her fingers and dabbed her tenn
pies.
Are you i'll? Shall I send for some
one" repeated Miss Estrila.
I'm better now" replied Rosalie
in firm but rather sleepy voice.
Its cruel TO brighten you. But lis
ten. I'm in trouble in way''-at
this, Miss Estrilla settled back as
though relieved, sOmehow-"an' I've
just got 10 ask for your help. Now
please don't be scared. It's really
nothin'-only-wel I've got to tell
about II, / guess" All the WEAKNESS
OF the world was in that last phrase.
4 git took this way sometimes.
There's nothin' dreadful about it
when folks understand. Don't call
anybody. please don't Jest stay
goin' out Of myself-unconsciou you
know. I'll talk. probably I may
thrash around a little. BY an by. I'll
stop talkin' an be perfectly quiet"
Here Rosalie shuddered three or four
times again, impersonated an effort of
the will, and went on: Don't do
anything TO me while I'm talkin'.
But after I'm done an lay quiet, wait
five minutes. Then If 1 don't come
to, sprinkle water in my face. shake
me-anything an'-dOnt tell-any-
body These last words died away
in a grooming undertone. Rosalie
sank deeper into the chair. Her eyes
fixed on the distance. Gradually. her
lids fell. So she rested for some time,
immobiIe. The room became so quiet
that the rattle Of traffic, the gongs Of
the electric cars. the roar of the Ninth
av. elevated, struck the ear with a
distinctness almost painful. Miss
| Estrilla. sitting up on her couch.
watched Resale intently. Now and
then. Rosalie noted, her breathing
came in irregular little catches.
| From the cover OF her long eyelashes,
| best instrument of her trade, ROsalie
stole a glance which took in his
| constrained attitude. She Lee her lids
droop to full close.
Ugh-oh-ugh." went Rosalie S
voice finally; and at the deep tone,
so unlike Rosalie's accustomed silvern
accents, Miss Estrilla started.
! Doctor CarVer"-it was a deep
male voice which proceeded from Ro-
/ sales entranced lips; this male voice
/ Of her had been the envy of her old
! contemporaries - "a-ah! Doctor
Carver. come to speak OF a young
4 man. see MIN near lnlS pace.
| see a struggle about him. ] see a
I glass OF liquor on one side Of him and
a wOman's hand on the other He is
drawing toward the woman's hands
1 see her more clearly now. She has
golden hair. L see him working fan
into the night. His hand is writing
ugh" This was a kind Of shudder-
ing groan. 81 am goinF." Another
! silence. Then a light fiUte-like voice
the accustomed tone Of Laughing
Eyes. Rosalie's famous child control
! and the most artistic thing she did
The characteristics Of Laughing Eyes
! varied grestly with various "sitters''
For the ignorant, who like their mar
| wells highly cOlored. Resale made
| Laughing Eyes a babbling child oil
four or five. For the refined and
critical. like Miss Estrilla, Laughing
! Eyes was older. subtler and les:
| whimsically playful.
| Flowers for a pretty LADY," came
the voice OF Laughing Eyes. "Prett!
lady is sick Pretty lady is crying
| It's bright here. And the spirits tall
| TO me. one. two. three spirits tall
to Laughing Eyes One of then
wants the pretty lady-oh. he's gone
He is weak. 1 am weak-goOd-b
pretty Rosalie's lips closed
and she settled down as though int
deeper sleep. She waited through
space which seemed eternity. Pres