Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-09
Bv WILL IRWIN
Copyright by Bobbs-Merrn Company

hurry. an I'm sure there must have
been lot of stuff overlooked. Don't
Won think you better go over the
| whole place this afternoon? Inc 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.
s'You'd best clean the silver this
afternoon, Molly" she said. Look
out for the front door; I'm goin' to De
busy upstairs, an if anybody calls,
nobody's at home. Remember what
say"
Forthwith Rosalie moved major
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 lin 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 a little stagger, sank down
lin a 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.
Rosalie sat upright as with great
effort. Once or twice her hands
Iclasped and unclasped.
Give me that glass of water" she
Isaid in a half-whisper. She drank;
she wet her fingers and dabbed her
temples
Are you i'll? Shall I send for
someone?" repeated Miss Estrilla.
I'm better now" replied Rosalie
lin a 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 TO ask for your help. Now
please don't be scared. It's really
nothin'-only-well. I've got to tell
about it, l guess" All the WEAKNESS
of the world was in that last phrase.
I'T git took this way sometimes.
There's nothin' dreadful about it
when folks understand. Don't call
anybody, please don't. Jest stay
where you are. In a minute I'll be
goin' out of myself-unconscious, you
know. I'll talk, probably. l may
thrash around a little. By an by
I'll stop talkin' an be perfectly
quiet-" Here Rosalie shuddered
three or four times again, imper-
sonated 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 il l don't come to sprinkle,
water in my face, shake me-any-
thing an'-dont-tell-any anybody"
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, immobile. The
room became So quiet thnt the rattle
OF traffic, the gongs of the electric
cars, the roar of the Ninth Avenue
elevated, struck the ear with d dis
tinctness almost painful. Miss Es-
trilla, sitting up on her couch,
! watched Rosalie intently. Now and
then. Rosalie noted. her breathing
came in irregular little catches. From
the cover of her long eye.ashes, best
instrument of her trade, Rosalie stole
a glance which took IN this con-
strained attitude. She let her lids
droop to a full close.
"Ugh--oh-ugh!" went Rosalie's
voice finally, and at the deep tone,
so unlike Rosalie's accustomed sill
vern accents. Miss Zstrilia started.
DIR. Carver"-it was a deep male
voice which proceeded from Rosalie's
entranced lips; this male voice of her
had been the envy of her old con-
mporaries-"a-ah! Dr. Carver.
come to speak of a young man.
, see him near this place. | see a
struggle about him. l SEQ n glass
of liquor on one side If him and a
woman's hand on the other. re is
drawing toward the woman's hands.
: see her more clearly now.
She has golden hair. see
him working far into tho
HlSut his Hhnu IS WIlli1S- -uS..--
This was kind of shuddering gran.
81 am going" Another silence.
/ Then a light fute-like voice-the ac-
! customed tone of Laughing Eyes.
Rosalie's famous child control, and
the most artistic thing she did. The
characteristics of Laughing Eyes
varied greatly with various "sltters."
For the ignorant, who like their mar
wells highly-colored, Rosalie made
Laughing Eyes a babbling child of
or 8. For the refined and critical.
l like Miss Estrilla, Laughing Eyes
! was older subtler, and less whim-
/ sically playful