Oklahoma Labor Unit (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 27, Ed. 1 Saturday, December 20, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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THE OKLAHOMA LABOR UNIT
AUTHOR or THE CITY THAT WAS, ETC.
illustrated by Harry R.Grissinger
COPYRIGHT 1912. BOBBS-MERRILL C?
I body. 1 guess I've got your case start-
|ed, Martin McGee!"
, "Then this fellow Wade—"
Tommy North, returning to his room In "You mnko mo" said Rosalie- "you
Mrs, Moore's boarding house M 2:3" a. m.. | IOU maKe "">• e'uu > u,
discovers the body "f Cart John Hamka. i make me want to shut my moutti an
another roomer, with o knife wound on ; never t „ anythtn' at all. Wade!
his breast. 8uspirlon rests upon a man «„ ht«
giving the name of Lawrence Wade. who A cop can t keep two ideas in nis
m . who
had called on Kanaka in the evening and
had bee ti heart) ouarrellng with Manuka
During the excitement a strange woman
who gives her name as Rosalie LeQrango.
appears and takes Into her own home
across the street all of Mrs Moore s
bo:inier . Including Miss Estrllla. an In-
valid, who was confined to the room she
occupied and whose brother was a favor-
1te among the other hoarders. Wad.- Is
arrested as he Is about to leave the coun-
try. Mm. LeGrange, who. while _P'Y'.ni:
mind at one an' the same time, any
more'n a horse. Martin McGee, you
listen an' don't you say a word until
I'm through." With a logical con-
secutiveness almost surprising in Ros-
alie, she stated her case from the
beginning. Tommy North's clew of
the diamond ring which Tommy North
the order about "little details." he She brought "John."
had filed one of the most curious dis- She had prepared, by a special and !
patches in the annals of the New sul>sidiary line of play, for this vital
York Police Department. It glittered l move. She had been cultivating Con-
with yems for Rosalie Le Grange. Es-
pecially was it strong In facts con-
cerning Miss Estrllla's relatir«is with
her father. Their rides together when
she was a little girl and the family
stance Hanska. With arts all her
own, Rosalie broke through the re-
serves of that distressed widow. From
discussion of the murder, Rosalie led
her on to details of her married life.
leading into wildernesses of which she
had never dreamed.
Rosalie held three more seances
with Miss Estriila before she reached
the final vital one to which all her
diplomacies had been leading.
• ••••• •
John Is speaking through the lips
of Rosalie Le Grange; and Misa Es-
trllla is answering.
"I am stronger now. The flesh In-
fluence is not yet gone from me. There
was much on my soul. I find It hard
to forgive. And 1 know I must—little
lady." Rosalie had learned from
Constance that "little lady" was Cap-
tain Hanska's pet name for woman In
tender relations, and she let It out
| as a venture.
"Oh, John! Hut consider how much
I have to forgive. Ah, did you ever
love me? You never answered my
"I loved you perhaps too much.
Over here, we can not lie. I was
carried away—and I was married—"
"Yes. Every one knows thnt now.
You deceived me. It is harder for
was conspicuous on the Island, the eir J From that, she lured Constance Into ( tQ forg)ve t|lat t[,e other
her trade as a trance medium, had aided iia(j dropped and which had set Rosa-
Police Inspector Martin McGee several I .. , „„u ,u that the
times, rails at his office to tell what she | "e on the trail, the discover} that tne
knows of the crime. While she is there. | coverlet on Captain Hanska's bed had
been wet with rain from the open
j window; the finding of the little red
Constance TJanska. widow of the murder-
ed man. whoso existence had been un-
known. appears. Mrs Hans'"
fact that Wade repreocuicu u
Ited Hanska on the night of the murder ery that Miss Estrllla had among her
In an . (Tort to settle their affairs. She nno«oMRinn« n i «lr of
admits Wade was in love with her Wade | possessions a pair or
' i held by the coroner's Jury for the death
of Hanska. Tommy North, who had be
held by the police, is teleased and re-
turns to Mrs T.eGrange's house. He be.
comes Infatuated at once with Betsy Bmt-
bara. Driven bv the belief thnt Betsv
Barbara loves Fstrllla Tommy North
drunk and Is discovered bv Betsy Bar-
bara. The next morning Tommy apolo-
gizes to Retsv Bnrl>nra and at her urging
prepares to establish the Thomas W.
North Advertising Agency. Mrs. T.e-
CJrange, with Inspector McGee, examines
the house where Hanska was k'lled and
finds on the fire escnne outside Hanska's
window a red shoe button, which she con-
ceals. Mrs. I.eGrang" secretly examines
the shoes of her boarders In search of
one the red button will fit. She pretends
to go Into a trance In Miss Kstrilla's room
and communes with snlrlts. Rosalie se-
cures from Inspector McGee the service*
of an Italian detective, to work tinder
her direction. Rosalie finds evidence to
show that Kstrlllas' real neme Is Pere*
and that they formerly lived in Port of
shoes with a button missing, and the
Tt came as she had expected—the
second test. Clearly and distinctly.
Miss Estrllla sala ".a English:
"You are a fraud. I am pointing a
revolver at your head. Wake and
hold up your hands or I will shoot
Rosalie slumbered on In seeming;
and this time it needed no effort of
the will. But the foot sent a thou-
sand tiny twinkles of pain and dis-
comfort up her ankle. She was medi-
tating how she might manage a natu-
ral awakening, when Miss Estrllla
shook her and said in her natural
"Mrs. Le Grange! Mrs. Le Grange!
Rosalie came to full coneciousness
most artistically and effectively.
"What was it—dear me, my foot's
asleep! Ow!" she said. She rose
and hobbled about the room. "Did
I stay out long? This just takes the
gimp out of me—I won't be fit for a
thing to-morrow an' it's scrub-day, too' j
What have I bee* talkin' about—or did |
I talk at all? They've told me that
sometimes I never eay a word."
"Oh, a great many things."
final fact—the button matched
Inspector McGee received that dra-
matic Information with a long whistle
"That sick woman!" he said. "Gee,
and I'd thought of examining her. Rut
there didn't seem to be a chance on
earth. I'd thought more about that
brother of hers."
Rosalie pursued her narrative, set-
ting forth her discovery that Estrllla
was an assumed name and the discov-
eries of Detective Grimaldl about the
history of the Perez family in Trini-
dad. She proceeded then to the se-
ances, and to Miss Estrllla's attempt
at frightening her out of control.
"Is that all?" asked McGee.
"Yes. Ain't it enough?"
"Well, It'e suspicious. But there's
no real evidence. Nothing you can
convict on. Suppose I pinch her—and
her brother, too—and give 'em the
"See here, Martin McGee," replied
Rosalie, "what have I been takin' all
this trouble for, spendin' my good
time to get her to believe I'm a me-
dium, if I ain't to be trusted to run
this case? You can have your Third
Degree afterward—when I'm through
"That's so," replied McGee. "Well,
anything I can do to help?"
"Yes. How long does it take to get
a man to Trinidad? Or is there any
body In Port of Spain that you can
"I've had a man there a week. An-
other case—missing burglar."
"That's good. Very Important?"
1 "No. I guess he can be spared."
"Luck's with us If nothin' else. This
is a three-times winnin*. Now you just
cable him—wait a minute, I'll write
the message—got a pencil an' paper?"
They were In a side street. A
lamp-post threw a shaft of light across
the stoop of a vacant house. Rosalie
set herself on the lowest st?p, braced
cumstances of an accident to one of
the horses, even pet names and small
coin of domestic intercourse—all this
he set forth fully. Beyond doubt, he
had found the "old family servant"
mentioned in the telegram of instruc-
tion and milked him dry
So at t^s fourth seance Rorfalle
brought not Miguel—that were too
great a strain on her Spanish—but Vic-
toria—introduced her, as usual, with
vague sentences, growing always more
definite, and crystallizing finally Into
the vital startling fact. Rosalie was
speaking freely now, her pose that of
a dead trance.
"Do you remember," she asked "the
time they carried you home, as though
"Well, I must have, I m that tuck- , . , , _ . .
_ ' _ - _ oab.i„. the note-book which McGee produced
©red out. Excuse me for askln , but . .
was it about anybody in the house?"
"You did bring something for me;
fust a little—but it was something I j sa£®
wanted to know. Do you think yoii
can find more next time, if—" .
••Now, my dear!" put In Rosalie. *™wer of Port of Spain and his fam-
'don't ask me that! I can't tell you J'. especla41y Juan his son, and a
^ow hard I've been tryin' to atop this daughter, probably half-sister of Juan,
thing, which is bothersome to say the
and, with many a purse of lip and
brow, composed the following mes-
I)rop anything and get full infor-
mation on the late Miguel Perez, cacao
best about it"—she crossed the room—
"I Am John, Margaret."
name unknown. Details about life of
the family especially wanted and the
smaller the better. Learn everything
you can about firet wife. Suggest
pumping old family servants. Wire in
full as you get the dope."
"There," concluded Rosalie, "an' a
lot I'm goln* to cost New York City
for cable tolls."
"Say," said Martin McGee, "when
they put this Estriila woman through
—if she's the one—I can see the pa-
pers. 'Woman against woman. Ex-
medium sends victim to the—' "
"Don't say that!" exclaimed Rosalie
"For God's sake don't!" She had
been walking elbow to elbow, leaning
a little upon him. Now she drew
away. And much more that Martin
| McGee had intended to say, remained
I unsaid that evening.
The Final Test.
j Under the pretense that her obses-
i slon was driving her, that she had
1 bottled it up too long, that "It just had
to come out of her," Rosalie Le Grange
| multiplied the seances with Miss Es-
j trilla to the point of danger and in-
"I've let it come these two or three caution.
times Just because I couldn't help it. On me second day after the session
It would be askln' a lot." In which Miss Estrllla had tried the
"But it would comfort me," replied j tetft of the fictitious revolver, she was
the invalid, weakly; and there were back again This time—having assur-
tears in her voice. "And, oh, you don't : ance that this was the true line of at-
know how I need comfort!" ! tack—she brought both Victoria and
"Poor dear! I know how it is. Miswel. Victoria, according to Doctor
You're sick, an' I suppose you have Carver, was the stronger; she spoke
your troubles—we all have in this much, though vaguely. Miguel dropped
•world. But when a person's sick, she only a t^w phrase©—now Spanish, now
Jest lays an' lets it roll up in her. English. During this session Miss Es-
like. Well, now, let's see—" Rosalie trilla never moved nor spoke. But
paused as though considering. "I tell Rosalie, daring a look at her through
you what I'll do. I won't try, an' I her long lashes, perceived that her
won't force It, but aeetn' this is private- attitude was tense, rapt.
like, I'll stop reslstin' the influence In this, her third seance. Rosalie
when it comes over me. An' I'll al was proceeding as cautiously as an
ways beat it straight here. Perhaps elephant on a bridge, waiting for that
It was sent to do us both good! first and vital question.
"That Sick Womanl" He Said.
Rosalie held that night another of
her outdoor conferences with Inspec-
It came at the fourth sitting.
By this time, Rosalie had begun to
receive cable reports from Port of
Spain. The detective. It appeared.
"Well I'm comln' out with It," she was a policeman of singular fidelity or
announced. "I've got to tell some-of singular acumen. Taking literally
you were dead, from the stable, and
you revived and spoke to fiie when
they brought you in the door? Do you
remember—Mp.rgy dear? The tele-
gram from Detective Hawley had In-
formed Rosalie that the baptismal
name of Miss Estriila—or Miss Perez
—was Margarita; and that her mother
used the name in its English form and
her father in Spanish.
"Do you remember. Margy dear?"
repeated the voice of tlie "spirit"
through the entranced lips of Rosalie
"Yes," said Miss Estrllla, so sud-
denly that It nearly shook Rosalie on?
of the trance. "I remember, mo ' er
dear. What was his inme—that
("Still a little skeptical; but it's the
last gasp. I'll fix her right now.
Lucky I've got it!" said the mind of
Rosalie Le Grange working rapidly
behind her mask.)
"We had Billy and—but it wasn't
he—It was that black horse Vixen
which you would ride against my
wishes!" said the voice. Rosalie heard
Miss Estriila heave a long sigh; heard
her settle herself against the pillows
as though quite overborne by emotion.
But Rosalie did not.proceed directly
along the road of treacheries which
she was traveling. Victoria went away
with the capricious suddenness of al!
Rosalie's spirit friends. The voice of
Laughing-Eyes, the child control, burst
in. Upon Miss Estriila Rosalie used
Laughing-Eyes sparingly. With an
ignorant and overimpreselonable sit- j
ter she was an invaluable feature, this i
Laughing-Eyes. To a person of great ;
or discernment, the child impersona-
tion was likely to be ridiculous. Rosa ;
lie usually employed her, therefore,
only to fill In the chinks, to occupy the
time while she was thinking.
"Lady Is gone!" said Laughing-Eyes.
"Pretty lady! Another spirit—oh—I
see pretty things! They shine—oh— i
go away. Come back!! No, he will !
not stay." she paused here.
And now Miss Estriila spoke again,
and in such a tone that Rosalie knew
she might hurry to her climax.
"Can't you bring him back, Laugh-
ing-Eyes?" she said. "Oh. please
bring him back. Tell him, oh. tell
him that I am not angry!" A dry
eob shook the silences of the room.
"No. He is afraid. And he Is weak
In spirit!" babbled Laughing-Eyes
"Maybe he will come again—maybe!"
And Laughing-Eyes giggled and bab-
bled of Miguel and Victoria and a
dozen spirits impertinent to Miss Es-
triila. Yet always In her babblings
she seemed to hold the atmosphere of
truth; she referred casuallv and in
remote ways to a dozen facts about
Miss Estrllla's family and her past.
Presently her voice died away; and
Rosalie lay silent and impassive, wait-
ing for Miss Estriila to wake her.
In the following seance—held the
next afternoon at the special and
plaintive request of Miss Estriila—
Rosalie Le Grange reached at last
the very kernel of the matter.
deeper confidences, which involved the
personal peculiar!ti** of the late Can-
tain Har.ska, such as his way of speak-
ing, the quality of his voice, and his
methods with women. When Rosalie
settled down to the fifth seance, she
had in her mind a picture of John H.
Hanska which was good enough for
any of her purposes.
The preliminaries were over; Laugh- *
ing-Eyes had gone her babbling way j
back to the land of spirit; Doctor
Carver held control.
"A spirit has been trying to commu-
nicate, but he Is a new spirit and not
yet strong. He says that the lady's
sickness is not of the body. It is of
the mind He also Is not happy yet.
John was his name on the flesh plane
—it is hard—we over here must make
an effort—It Is a strain on us as on
the medium—I get.an *H.'" In the en-
suing silence. Miss Estrllla gave one
The silence lasted for half a min-
ute. Rosalie strained and struggled as
though a tumult were going on within.
Then came a man's voice, higher and
softer than that of Doctor Carver.
"I am John, Margaret. 1 can not
stay long. 1 am not strong—they tell
us over here—that we must forgive—
even as we are forgiven. But—I will
"Oh, John—I am trying to forgive—
oh. do you understand—wait—"
gasped Miss Estrllla.
But John spoke no more.
"He may grow stronger after a
time." said the voice of Doctor Carver,
"if this poor earth vessel through
which we speak does not break." So
he finished the pertinent part of that
The seances were coming every day
now. Miss Estrllla wished It; and
Rosalie granted her request with an
appearance of Indulgent reluctance
The next day, John intruded apain
This time, it appeared, he had grown
strong enough to speak consecutively
"I have not full power yet. But It Is
coming. I grow stronger. But the
shock In my breast—I feel it." That
was something of a venture. Rosalie
waited to see what reply it would
The reply came, quick and puzzling
'Did that come first then? Or. sure
ly you didn't feel that?" a>'ked >! •
Estriila as though in a fever ol anxi
Rosalie, thinking like lightning, felt
herself for the moment at her wits'
ends. Upon the answer to that cryp-
tic question everything might depend
It were best, she concluded, to humor
Miss Estrllla; to give her what she
wanted, but to make the wording
vague. She let her body heave, as
though John were retaining his con-
trol with difllculty.
"No," said the voice, "that was not
first. It had come already. But, some-
how - I knew."
"Oh. thank God!" cried Miss Estriila.
John departed on this. Doctor Car-
ver and Laughing Eyes spread clouds
of mist, intellectual but rosy. They
went; Rosalie entered that apparent
sleep with which she concluded her
"trances." As she lay there, with
nothing to do but think, this new per-
plexity revolved Itself in her mind
What meant that sudden question—
"Did that come first?" The trail was
"Yes—but I loved you too much—to
risk telling you."
"Was that why you kept the jewels,
then?" A hard attack came Into Miss
Estrllla's tone. It was more than a
question; there was irony in it. Rosa-
lie thought rapidly. That diamond
buckle on the staircase—"the Jew-
els"—here was a startling new corre-
lation of facts She must venture no
further; she must have time to imag-
ine and to plan.
"I can not tell you now," said the
voice of John. "I am—growing weak—
"Oh. he's gone away!" broke In the
voice of Laughing-Eyes.
Another seance. John 1s speaking.
Miss Estriila answering.
"Ah. I really love you. But I find
it hard to forgive."
"Don't you understand. John, that it
wasn't revenge? It was duty."
"1 know. There Is mi that I do
not understand, but 1 do nderstand
that. In the flesh, I was always at-
tracted by the glitter of Jewels—"
This was a lead into territory only
partially explored. And the road
"I think there were two parts of you.
John. But, oh, *he better part loved
me, did you not?"
"Yes, loved you truly, little lady."
"John, If you had stolen them out-
right—but to use my love!"
"I am going. 1 am not strong
enough yet to endure reproach—"
"Oh, 1 will not reproach you again
You must forgive. You know how
little you have to forgive. Wait, John,
John is speaking again: Miss Es-
"They give me new strength every
day. But this poor ignorant woman
is weakening. Why did you try to
get them as you did?"
"What was I to do when I found 1
had no claim under the law? What
was I to do after you wrote me that
"That happened before I passed out.
I could not see you then. And I have
not s< en any one clearly. 1 am not
'ike the better spirits. My soul was
not good when it left the flesh. But
I think you came to New York Just
to get the Jewels."
(This was a venture on Rosalie's
part; still there were ways of retriev-
ing the mistake if her guess was
"Yes. It was my plan, not Juan's I
have been more foolish than he Ev-
ery day 1 spent in the room above you
I was afraid you would discover me.
Yet when I thought of you down there
—I loved you still! But my eyes were
really sick. It was because I cried so
much—but I promised not to reproach
"Little lady—I was bad, but I loved
you. I think If I had seen you, I
would have restored them."
"Oh, John! That Is hardest of all!
John, I can not die and join you now
—1 dare not—because It would be
wrong—and because of Juan!"
Rosalie noted how the name of Juan
came in again. For caution, she must
*eer away from that lead at present.
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
He i-anio In wth a cheerful amlle, and
with a hand extended;
"How do you do, old man?" he said; "gee,
but you're looking splendldl
You're growing younger every year; I
wonder how you do It?"
He then espied an empty chair and took
a fancy to It.
"The world has used you well, I hear,**
he said with glad conviction;
"I always claimed you'd get ahead; you*v«
made good my prediction;
It only proves that talent wlna when,
You've been successful, but no more than
might have been expected.
"I hear men talking everywhere about th
things you're doing;
I wish I'd had the sense to take the
course you've been pursuing;
You always had the gift to see the prop-
er time for action;
The victories you've won must be a source
It seemed as If at last the world waa
granting Justice to me.
And while he spoke I felt a thrill of
gladnes coursing through me;
But presently he spoke again and changed
my pride to sorrow;
He purpose merely was to get "ten dol-
lars till tomorrow."
The First Thing.
"You are always talking about the
foolishness of the rich and telling us
what they ought to do with their
money. Let us suppose that you were
In some way to become the possessor
of a million dollars tomorrow. What.
In that case, would be the first thing?
you would do?"
"I would rent nn office where I
could have an anteroom with a strong
man on guard to shield me from peo-
ple who desired to waste my time bor-
ing me with recitals of their own
troubles and by asking me foolish
erlot, "what did
you do at your
"Oh, we did a
i lot of things," his
wife replied; "so
i many that I can't
lake time to tell you about all of
them. But there was one thing we
"Huh! There was, was there? Whal
"We didn't stag 'Hail, Hall,
Gang's All Here.'"
Painty maid full of woe:
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WHY MARTIN WAS DOCKED
According to System, He Was Away
From Post of Duty, and That
The boss on a large construction job
In Western Canada was going over
the accounts on payday with the new
timekeeper. The timekeeper had been
there but a week and was anxious to
make good The pay checks were reg-
ular enough, except one, which showed
one hour less than the rest.
"Look here," said the boss suspl-
clously. "I thought everybody put in Women Advance In Astronomy.
full time last week." Professor Whiting and Miss Allen of
"All except Abe Martin, the night Wellesley have returned from the In-
watchman," the timekeeper answered, ternational Solar conference In Bonn.
"He was ofT duty one hour Wednesday Germany, and from visits to English
night." and continental observatories. Both
"Man alive!" exclaimed the aston- are enthusiastic about the advance of
ished boss. "That was the night Abe women in their sdcial and official rela-
discovered the burglar setting fire to tions to astronomical study. At a re-
the commissionary building after he and daughters of English astronomers
had robbed the storekeeper's till. Why, ciety in Burlington house, the wives
didn't you hear about it? Everybody is and daughters of English astronomers
er. "I estimated the loss and figured
that It would have run into as much
a3 this job 1s worth.'
"And Abe chased the fellow up Into
the hills." the boss continued. "The
fellow was desperate and took two
or three shots at Abe. They struggled
desperately before Abe finally over-
powered him and forced him back to
camp. It was fully an hour before he
got back, too."
"Sure!" responded the timekeeper
triumphantly. "I docked him for the
time he was gone."—Judge. -
emarks maid Invites;
is well be In tights.
pnlnty maid, cheeks aflame.
Thinks that men have no shame.
pleased, maiden might
a skirt not so tight.
t 'em stare—
of It. though;
l«*t 'er blow.
Naughty men, thus
Maiden must be In
t y le.
calling Abe a hero, and," he whispered
confidentially, "the railroad company
Is talking about rewarding him hand-
somely for what he did. If he hadn't
captured the fellow, thousands of dol-
lars' worth of supplies would have
gone up In smoke.'
appeared for the first time. Two ladies
resident for a lifetime In the house of
the astronomer royal at Greenwich
had never before been to a meeting of
the society. In the observatory ol
Baris Professor Whiting found a young
woman practically In charge of the
"Yes, 1 know," agreed the timekeep- time service and transit instrument
O Temporal O Mores!
"I want you and your wife to come
and have dinner with us next Thurs-
day evening," said Mrs. Wammsleigh.
"We are going to have some friends
from Cincinnati in."
"Thank you. It will be a pleasure
to meet your friends, I'm sure. What
time will you expect us?"
"Oh. about half past six. And please
don't dress. None of us are going to."
Up and Down and Far and Wide.
"Yes, I believe In seeing America
'How much of It have you seen?**
K lot I've traveled from Upper
*'< i 4uFky, O., to Lowvllle, N. Y., and
Iron Longrneadow, Mass., to Brod*
One by One.
"One by one our children leave us.**
!^e «adly said, when their fourth
dauif.iter had started on her wedding
"Yes," he replied, a little more sad-
ly, "'and one by one they bring our
icni^n law back to ua"
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