South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-09-15
CONTINUED from Saturday,


There was something pleasing, and
more than pleasing. about this woman
here. He remem bered how she had
appeared 10 him ten years ago, when
she began flashing in and out Of his
life. He had been sitting in another
house Of murder, and he had seen
her cross the street. He had marked
her then as "a peach"-a little too
plump for his idea Of beauty. but
hair then; she had a neat figure, a
smooth pleasing face. and those big
gray eyes. The eyes remained as
/ they were, but there was a 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 as
yet. Her figure had broadened a little
yet she still bore ii wonderfully.
The skin of her long plump hands had
begun to gather about the knuckles.
And still-she appealed to him as she
had never appealed in those first days.
He had no great amount Of imagina-
ton; but what he had scared and took
flight. Suppose - then when they
were both young
The fight stopped there: the bird
of imagination fiuttered TO earth,
killed by an arrow Of memory. This
was-had always been-a medium, a
professional faker. In their early ac-
quaintance she had duped even him.
She was next door 10 a crook; and he
dwelt so close to crooks TO have his
tOlerations, but also his prejudces. No,
she wasn't the kind for a man. But
IL was a pity The broad, sturdy po-
lice bosom Of Martin MCGEE heaved
with a sigh. A pity! How pretty she
was there, knitting her brows and
letting her dimples play sobery with
her thought as she turned and re-
turned an old coat. And what a mind
she had! Lord, what a mind!
The sigh did not escape Rosalie lie
Grange; little in her surroundings ever
escaped her. She appeared to come
out of her thoughtful mood, and her
dimples flashed.
Getting tired?" she asked.
NO. he said. And then suddenly:
Rose. why did you ever start II 20
Being a medium, you mean?"
Yes" The word was out Of his
lips before wonder entered his mind.
Now, how did you get that-what
I was thinking Of? You make me
wonder if there amt something in
your mediumship."
Well" said Resale, ''reachin' out
and gettin' things that way is on the
tuSt VI the spirit L guess. lulu JOu
before, the more you know about this
thing the more you don't know" She
mounted a chair to peer along the
closet shelf I'm this case; when a
gentleman sits still lOokin' at a lady
like he really saw her, he's thinkin'
Of the past among other things An
when he signs like that, It's probably
because she amt what he'd like her
to be-if he's got any respect for her.
which l hope you have, Inspector
Martin McGeei"
Yes, 1 have that" responded the
Inspector.
II kinder guessed you had" re-
piled ROsalie. smelling of two old bot
ties which she had found on the
shelf. How did 1 come to take it
up? Well, when you're left an orphan
at twelve-there amt much choice.
Prof. Vango adopted me-my mother
was in his circle. Old fake! But he
had mediumship. too; an he thought.
an I thought, he brought somethin'
out of me. Anyhow, I saw things.
SO l became medium, like you be-
came a cop-beCause it happened that
way. If it had happened another way
you might have been a boss brick
I layer and CONTRADICTION wouldn't "a
stayed journeymar. I'll say that for
you. Sometimes" added ROsalie,
drawing all sting from her words by
a fash Of her dimples, Il think you're