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THE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, APEIL 13, 1914.
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THE PROFESSORS MYSTERY
Fashion
A Forecast of Summer Fashions and
a Costume Taillcur
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WELLS HASTINGS and BRIAN HOOKER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS by HANSON BOOTH
COPYRIGHT 1911 by THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
CIIATTUn 1.
In 'Which Things Arc Tarnril Up
side Down.
I
' Has the two-forty-five for Boston
gone yet?"
The train announcer looked at me a
long time: then ho shifted hli plug of
tobacco to the bthcr cheek and drawled:
"Naouw, Reported forty minutes late."
At thla point I bellei'o I swore. At
least I havo no recollection of not doing
(0, and I should hardly have forgotten
io eminent an art of virtue under audi
difficult circumstances. It was not only
inai i nau womeu nviui inio a neai
for nothlnr. But the train could hardly J
ran or losing yet more tune on it way
to Boston, and my chances of making
the steamer were about one In three. My
trunk would go to Liverpool without me,
a prey to the Inquisitive alien: and ni
for me I was at the mercy of the steam
ship company. For a moment I wondered
how I could poiitciy have doubted my
desire to go abroad that summer and to
go on that boat though the heavens
fell. I though Insanely of automobiles
ana special trains. Then came the rear-
tlon and I settled back comfortably hope- ,
less Into the hands of fate. After all 1
did not care an Improper fraction whether
I stayed or went: let the gods decide, i
Only I wished something would happen.
The shining rails reached away to lose
themselves In a liofe of heat Somewhere I
a switching ongne was puffing like a i
Ured dog. Knots of UsUeis humanity
stood about under the dingy roof of the
Platform; and the wind across the har- !
bor brought a refreshing aroma of tidal i
mud and dead clams. It occurrod to me
that my collar was rather sticky from
tlio Inside.
I walked the platform fanning myself
with my hat. I bouclit clrstt m. '
xlnes and a ehlne. I explored the station,
scrutinising faces and searching vainly
for matters of interest I exhausted my
resources in filling up fifteen minutes,
and the hend of the electric clock seemed
as tremulous with indecision as It had
before been Jerky with haste. Nothing
happened. Nothing would happen or
could happen anywhere. Romance was
dead.
Feet scraped.; a bell chattered! then
breathing flame una smoke, and with a
shriek that would put St George to utter
rout, the down express rumbled between
me and the sky, and ground heavily to a
standstill. And there, framed In the wide
Pullman window, was a face that altered
all the colors of the day. and sent mo
back among slclgU bells and holly. Not
that I had known her well: but the wools
of Intimate gaiety at a Christmas house
party had show her so sweetly merry,
ao well fashioned In heart and brain and
body that the sight of her renewed pleas
ant memories, like the reopening of a
familiar book. She was smiling now; not
at me, but with the samo humorously
pensive tittle smile that I remembered,
that seemed to come wholly from within
and to summarlso her outlook upon the
world. Her dark brows were lifted In
rool and friendly Interest as she glanced
over the comfortless crowd; and although
i was now somewhat more at peace with
the world, and no longer hot nor hurried,
she neemed to me to sit there In the win
low of her sweltering c- a thing alpof
and apart, the embodiment of all un
ruffled daintiness.
Her eyes found me and she nodded.
mlllng. I went forward eagerly. Here,
at least, in a stuffy and uninteresting
world was somebody cool, somebody
amusing, somebody I Knew. I picked up
my bag and ran' up the steps of her car.
As I came down the aisle she half rose
and stretched out a wetcomlng slim
hand, i dropped Into the chair besldo
her.
"Well, this Is luck," I la, j,ut what
are you doing hero in the world in July?
ou belong to Christmas in a, setting of
frosty white and green. You're out of
season now."
rfSHf ,Uufh1' '"Su'ely J . have as much
right In July as you have. Mr. Crosby.
Jourslf "ly "0rt yUlUd0 phftntom
Miss Tabors smile answered me. Then
tOrnlng away with a face grown suddenly
ahd strangely bleak: "I think It was the
best Christmas of my life." she said
mechanically. And then with a sudden
njtrlim . -i. . ...
J . u"",uo: suppose I see
the professor starting on his learned pil
grimage. Is It Europe this summer, or
the great libraries of America?"
She had twitted ma before upon my
lack of scholarly bearing which, as7 I
had always explained, was bul a mask to
Unsuspected profundity.
tZZ 'l, bWB' W'ately aroplng
for a decision among the tangled fates of
the afternoon, wy doubtful steamer and
my grudging plans, "to tell you the
truth. Miss Tabor-" "
Bhe touched my arm and pointed out
of the window, uok, ,ha ..
haven t nearly time enough for that now.
hurry-you musn't take chances.
and faster, and with It sobriety and com-
d of the present and that flouting of
one, own arrangements which is the
if0,!0' rredom- 1 UBCod n
on the window-sill.
To ten y0U the. lrmh M,
flnUhtd, -r on my ,o Turn
Sycat "etUed bCk """'ably t
ti,'Tbr rta ma tolerantly, with
e . J coUr examining a doubt
Xui specimen: one eyebrow a trifle raised,
nd an adorable twist at the corners of
her mouth. A. for me, I tried to Took
IT.""' Uaeo- may U pos
alble to do this, but no one J. ever con
clous of success at the time,
.M,,nf ,bero mWf." He said
' : Un,t thu coincidence.
Easily that Ut m amend the word
and call jt a dispensation. But appear-
fctflng to a lawn party-ln a dog-cart"
'I wonder where you ought to be
isolng." she mused. "Probably to the
British museum to dig up a lot of dead
NO GOOD
authors that everybody ought to know
about nnd nobody reads."
This was altogether too near tho truth.
"I didn't know you lived In Stamford," I
said. "You appeared last Christmas In
a character of the daughter of aothoin.
Wasn't there an ancestor of yours who
went to sea n a bowl?'
Her smile faded as It a Unlit had gone
out In her. After a pause she answered
rather wearily. "We'vo only been In Stani.
font a few months. Wo had always
lived In town before.
Wo looked out of tho window for a
few moments In silence, while I formu
lated a hasty hypothesis of financial re-
vnrsea which had driven the fnmlly from
their city home, and registered u reso
lution to avoid the uncomfortable sub
ject. Still, I reflected; the lower shore
of the sound Is not precisely tho resort
of Impoverished pride. Hud I touched
upon some personal sorrow of her owii?
Bhe wns not In mourning. Yet as nha
lay bock In the green chair, one hand list
less in nor lap, the other twisting nt tho
slender chain that ran about her nerk
and lost Itself In tho bosom of her gown,
tho fringe of her eyelid clear against the
soft shadows of her profile, I Imagined
In her something of the enchanted prin
cess bound by evil spells in some dark
castlo of despair. And Immediately, with
a surge of absurd valor, I saw myself
striding, sword In hand, across the draw
bridge to blow tho brazen horn and do
battle with the enchanter. The next mo
ment she routed my Imagination by re
turning lightly to the subject
"It's a lovely place. I'm out of doors
tho wholo time, and I'm so well I get pos
itively bored trying, to work off energy.
I can't get tired enough to sit still and
lmprovo my uneducated mind. Ever so
many nice people, too. By tho way,
whom do you know . there?"
I was on tho defensive again, "Why
I don't know anybody oxaotly there-but
there are some friends of mine down ut
one of those beach places In the neigh-
uuihuum vuo miiawcj. ijod was in my
class."
8h resumed the air of the connoisseur.
"Why. I know them. I'm going to visit
Mrs. Alnslle myself over the week-end.
Do they know you're coming?"
"I'm not going to them," I said des
perately. "That Is. I may while I'm
near by. but I haven't any definite plans,
,1'or onco In my llfo I'm not going to
have any definite plans, but Just start
I out ond see what happens to me. Kor six
months 've been telling things I caro
. aooui io a lot or kids that .r.n'i t.i
i enough to care about Anything; and now
1 1 want adventures. I went down to the
station to take the first train that cama
I along, go whorever It took ma and let
' things happen."
"You might have gone to some roman-
tlo place." she suggested. "Threo months
would hardly be time enough for the far
east but you might have tried Itussla or
the Mediterranean." "
"That's Just the point." I returned.
"Romance and adventure don't depend
on time; they only depend on people. If
you're the kind of person things happen
to, you can have adventures on Klfth
avenue. If you're not, you might walk
through all the "Arabian Nights" and
only feel bored' and uncomfortable. It
all depends upon turning out of your
way to pick up surprises. You're walking
In the wood and you see something that
looks like a root eplng out from be
tween, the rocks, Well, If you're th right
liVEU COMliS OV 1IAL.P- U NDERBTAND1NOS.
kind of a person you'll catch hold of It
and pull. It may be only a root; or It
may bo the tall of a dragon. And In
that case you ought to thank heaven for
excitement, oven if yqu'ro scared to
death."
Jly this time I almost, believed. In my'
own explnnutlon. But Miss Tabor did
not seem particularly Impressed.
She put on the voice nnd manner of a
child of 10. "You muit be awfully brave
to like being afraid of things," she. lisped;
then, with a sudden change of tone, "Mr.
Crosby, suppose only for tho saka of ar
gument that youe making this up as
you go along and that you did know per
fectly well whore you were going, where
do you think you would havo gone?"
Then I gnvo up and oxplalned, "I was
going to Kuropo to atudy," J said., "for no
better reason than, that I had .nothing
more interesting to do. Then' my train'
was late and I should have missed my
steamer nnyway ahd-and then you came
along and I thought I might Just as well
make the most of the situation. Now I
can go down and tell the Alnslles they
want to see me nnd all will be well,"
After some meditating she said, "Are
yon as Irresponsible as that about every
thing?" "I don't see. where alt the irresponsibil
ity comes In," I protested. "It Isn't a
sacred and solemn duty to follow out
one's own plans, especially when they
were only made to fill up the want of
anything more worth while, and have
fallen already. I didn't caro about going
to Europe In tho first places then I
coul'dn't-at least not at once; then I
found something else that I did caro
about doing."
"Men." sold Miss Tabor, "usually find
a logical reason for what they do on Im
pulse, without any reason at all."
"And the proof that women always
act reasonably," I retorted. "Is that they
never glvo you the reason."
Instead of taking that for the flippancy
It was, she thought about It for some
minutes; or else It reminded her of some
thing. 'Besides I went on. "this Is an ad
venture, as far as It goes; a little one,
If you like, but atUl with alt tho ear-
n.rs or romance, it was unexpected.
ami it lilt into Itself perfectly all the
Parts of the scene match like 71.,,
putxle and It happened through a mix
ture of ohanco and the taking of chances.
It's Just that snatching at casual excite
ment that makes things happen to peo
ple." "tol't things happen to people, with-
out thelr eekn them out?" she asked,
"Not t0 mot PoPll and not nowa-
?yB' ,? tney cver aM- ,Do remem-
r Humpty Dumpl!- objection to
AUc,v tac that It was Just like other
rc-w eyes altove, nose In the md,
dl' ,noutl under? Well, thafa the only
Wectlon I have to life; days nnd doings
"ro 100 regular; too much according to
1'lule- Why is a train less romsntlc
tn"n atage coach? Because It runs
on t,n,e and on track; It can't do any-
tMnK but b5 u,e- B"t tho stage coach
d,"s along through the countryside,
,nlw nnJ highwaymen, and pretty
ll1rU dllv,nK teese to market, and all
th,a clnea t the open. road. The horse
of th knight errant was-better stllL and
for ,na an,e reason."
"1 don't think anything very muchtlms ;
( evtr happened to you," alia said slowly,
j "Well." said I. "I'm not pretending to
be Llysses; and you've reminded me of
my tender age so often that I can hardly
forget It In your presence. But I have
had a few exciting moments, and I want
more. I don't caro whether they aro
pleasant or not, 'so long as I come safe
out pf them somehow. They'll pay for
themselves with the gold of memory."
'That's- Just what I mean," she rn
turned. "You talk about things as If the
only question of Importance were whether
they .are exciting. One looks at books
that way, and pictures, and things that
are not real. A nionjent ago, you put
highwaymen In the samo class with Inns
and gooseglrls. Do you suppose any one
that Vas actually held up and robbed of
hln' fortune would think of the rpbber
as merely a pleasant thrill?"
''I'd rather bo robbed by a highway,
man than by a railroad, arorway. At
the-wdrst, I'd have had a run for my
money.'"
She went ' on without smiling. "And
even trains run off tho track sometimes.
Do' you think you would enjoy the mem
ory of to railroad accident even If you
weren-i nun yourself?"
"Perhaps not But there's another dis
advantage of tho train. It's so regular
and mechanical that If anything does go
wrong there Is an ugly smash. It's the
same way with modern people. Most of
us live such an ordinary habitual life
that If we get thrown off the track we're
llkoly.to break Up altogether,"
I had struck tho wrong note again. The
light went out In her face, as a cloud
shadow darkens, a sunny field, and she
looked away without answering. Not to
make my mistake worse by taking no
tice of It. I said. "After all. what should
wp do If things always went smoothly
and there wasn't any adventures?"
She said quietly. "We might be nor
mal and wholesome and comfortable."
and continued looking out of the window
and toying with her chain, while I cursed
myself for a tactless clodhopper without
the sense to avoid a danger sign. Then
I found myself wonderinr oh.l
trouble could be that by the mere touch
of an accidental allusion could strike the
Joy out of a creature so naturally
radiant. Whatever Jt was. It had come
upon her within tho last six monfh.
the chances of our Christmas week had
u . . T . '"",,u wee nau
' s,"eu,ar y tr reminders of It.
ne Polb)y any-connection
between it and that chain with Its hid
den pendant? Or was It only by ac
cldent that her hand went to It In her mo
menta of brooding? I seemed to have no
ticed the chain before, and her habit of
playing with It In Idleness, but I could
not be sure.
She roused herself presently, and the
talk -went on. though with an under
current of discomfort For my part I
was still repenting my clumsiness; and
she, J suppose, felt annoyed at having
shown so nalpably an emutlon which she
had not Intended for my eyes. Bo that.
In spite of regreat for the approaching
end of the adventure, I was hardly sorry
when our arrival at Stamford supple
mented speech with action.
"Are you expecting aw one to mt
you?" I asked, as the platform emptledq
im ien us. standing alone,
"No. they didn't know what train I
was coming on.- But there's the' trolley
now. 'And it's your car. too. that lir.lr
you're still going to the Alnslles'."
(To Be Continued Tomorrow )
Mnntcnu D'ete
Over a gracefully arranged gown
of satin nnd lace, with Medici col
lar, is worn tho latest idea In
light wraps for the. summer, a
charming: mantlet of laco lined
with chiffon and garnished with a
largo col do fourrure, which ren
ders it very becoming as well aa
giving a touch of warmth.
By ELBERT HUBBARD.
In Herbert Spencer's "Essay on Kdu
cstlon," the author soys, ".Tho first re
quisite Is to be a good nnlmal." ,
Ironical people havo called attention to
the fact that Her-
bert Spencer
wasn't But this
does not weigh
t n the s c a .1 o
against the truth
of his dictum.
Any system of
education that
does not tend to
make the child a
good animal In
Is faulty In tho
extreme.
Tho world Is com
ing to the belief
that the object of
education 1 Is to
make tho Indi
vidual acquainted
with this planet
upon which he
lives, that feeds and sustains lilra. in
order that he may better adapt himself
to lite, here and now.
The more accurate knowlcdgo ho has
about the world, Its history, the men and
women who now live and those who have
lived, the better odlicated the Individual.
The other day I saw a hundred colored
men shoveling and carting' snow off a
college campus. And I "congratulated a
professor of political economy on the
number of colored students at the college.
Ho looked at me in pity and replied,
"Why, those fellows are not students
here. We have entered into a poet to
the effect that at this university no use
ful thing shall be done."
If a youth Is .not brought up to work
before he Is 12, he probably will never be
able to acquire the habit afterward.
He Justifies himself In his own inabil
ity, prides hlmtwlf on Ills inefficiency,
wraps his Ignorance around him and lies
down to pleasant dreams.
You can graduate at .Harvard, Yale,
Princeton, Columbia, Oxford or Cam
bridge and, literally, not know peas from
I Shakespeare Up-to-Date :: TiV0'
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
How far that little candle throws its beam;
Ah, yes, too far; for as I sit and dream
And ponder on the letter I must write
Before I go to bed and say good-night, . -I
fully realize my errant light. -Quite
unprotected by . a light cut, might
Be seen outside, and that would soon indict
Poor mo, but then that letter I must write.
Then there's my hair, I did not put it up last night,
I'll be reported, but It must be curled.
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
. I. I- ,
A Tnllor Suit in Fine Ratine
In tho curious long tunic effect
and tabller. beneath the short
tunic of the coat, will be observed
the new tendency toward several
divisions in the skirt the style
which In more flimsy materials
develops into flounces. The short
waisted coat Is cut with wide
drooping shoulders.
beans or .a Berkshire from a Duroc.
The production' of food has been left to
the ignorant, tho illiterate, the repressed,
the mentally uncouth.
Educated people simply tako food for
granted.
They may know all "about ancient Pal
estine, Greece- and Botnc but 'nothing
about North Dakota.
And yet there Is no study that brings
h quick and as sure a. reward In 'way of
rod cheeks, shining oyefl. strong muscles
and useful knowledge' as practical farm
ing. Coilego graduates with teachers' certif
icates ore plentiful. Combined coachers
and teachers are not hard to find.
But when It comes to showing boys and
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
The universal longing for love Is re
sponsible for lnbre "misfit matrimonial
mutes than anything elso In this love-lit
oll world.
A man loves love. A woman Is the em
bodiment of that sentiment' to him, and,
loving love and .wanting .It, he thinks he
loves the first woman who attracts him.
A' woman knows that when love comes
to her some man wlir bring the message,
and she mistakes every odvanco courier
oh' the road, for her
prince, often, in the
iging and the natural
exuberance of her Ion
exaggeration of youth, giving that, long
tng for love to two men at once.
When the confusion Is confined to on?
object tragedy threatens, but when a
man or woman "loves" two at the same
time, It Is Cnpld's comedy. No one can
marry two persons at once, but one may
marry one, and find out too late that
love for lovo and love for lndlvdual are
as far apart as the east and west coasts
of the sea.
If one were to tell the writer of the
following letter that she Is playing the
star part In Cupld'a comedy, she would
grow Indignant Sha has given that
which she mistakes for love to two men
Work and Education
The Longing for Love
A Jnpo Nouvcllo
The dernier cri is a skirt with
deep flounces, of which a very
pretty example is Illustrated here.
It shows three flounces of plisso
moussellne de sole surmounted
by a deeply scalloped skirt bound
with satin. This toilette also
makes it evident that short
sleeves may still be worn.
girls how to do practical work, you will
look long before you" find your man, and
when you locate him you'll find he has
a good Job already.
For 800 years teachers have been trained
to have' a sort of contempt for anything
In the line of useful, physical endeavor.
Good school teachers are plentiful, ond
can be .secured all the way .from $80 to
100 a month. But teachers' who not only
can meet the book requirements; but who
know enough about practical agriculture
to, make a study of farming attractive,
today command J200 or 'more a month.
And tho fact that the world Is willing
to pay good wages to men who can
teaclTus how to'woric'ls'the most hopeful
sign of the time.
at once. Those who have known, this dl
Vltu.,paslpn'.know that she doesn't know
what, love means. ,
Love la never divisible. ,
Base writes; "r am a younglrl of 17
and deeply In love with two young men.
One is a sailor and. the other lives In
Brooklyn. I. think a great dial of the
Brooklyn map. but I love the sailor, too.
Both care for me. What shall I dor
Mac, I grown man, and who should
have learned better. Is In the same nre-
I dlcament. ,
I "I am lnkloye with two girls," he writes,
Mi .ut? ucariy. aney ao not
know each other, and 'I don't know what
to do. I can't keen it un any loncer. I
, lovo both, and It will be aa hard to part
from one as from the other. What am
I to do? They love me so wildly It would
hurt them for .me to leave them."
And that la the unfortunate feature.
Wherever there Is a Bose or a Mae "lov
ing" two at once there Is some one giv
ing a whole heart and receiving a halt
heart In exchange, it is the suggestion
of tragedy necessary to make the comedy.
There Is pne test when one is not sure
of one's own heart. Bllrabeth Barrete
Brown gives if to all uncertain lovers;
Unless you can think, when the song la
done.
No other is soft In the rhythm;
Unlets you can feel, when left by ont,
That all men else go with him;
Unless you can know, when upraised by
his breath.
That your beauty Itself wants proving:
Unless you can swear, "For life, for
death.'
Oh, fear to call' It loving."
Tliat la loving a love for the individual
that will survive sorrow, and suffering,
and penury, and abuse, and Indifference,
and pain, and even time. It is not a
lovo for love, a sentiment that la satis
fled with every new object upon whloh
It can fasten. It Is not a feeling that
knows a moment's hesitation or doubt
One never loves two. It Is too engross
ing, too painful, too Joyous, too all-sat-Ufylng
and too complete, to love more
than one. There never was, there never
Is. there never will be a love for two.
