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io TTTE - if o ' IPX. THE PROFESSOR'S MYSTERY Peach Blossoms By Nell Brinkley Copyright, tH, International News Service WELLS HASTINGS 22B BRIAN HOOKER WITH ILLUSTRATIONS by HANSON BOOTH COFYRIQHT 1911 hy THE OODDS'MBRRILL COMPANY 'IHE BISK: OMAHA, SATURDAY, MAY 'J, 1914. You Can Begin This Great Story To-day by Reading This First Prof. Crosby, waiting at a suburban station for a trolley car to take him to the Alnslles. where he had a aoctal en gagement, encountered Miss Tabor, -whom ho had met at a Christmas party the winter before. She, loo, is Invited by the Alnslles. When the belated trolley comes, they start off together, to meet with a wreck. Miss Tabor Is stunned and Crosby, assisted by a strange woman passenger, restores her, finding all her things save a slender golden chain. Crosby searches for this and finds It holds a wedding ring. Together they go to the Tabors', where father and mother welcome the daughter, calling her "Lady," and give Crosby a rather strained greeting. Cir cumstances suggest ho stay aver night, snd he awakens to find himself locked in his room. Before ho can determine the cause he Is called and required to leave the house. JUss Tabor letting him out and telling him sho cannot see him again. At the Inn where he puts up ho notices Tabor In an argument with a strange Italian sailor. Crosby Trotects the sailor from the crowd at tho inn and goes on to the Alnslles. where he again encoun ters Miss Tabor, who has told her hosts nothing of her former meeting with tho professor. The two are getting along very wdl. when Dr. Walter Held, Miss Tabor's half-hiother. appears and bears her away. Crosby returns to the Inn and demands to see Miss Tabor. Held refuses, but Crosby declines to go until sho tells him herself. Miss Tabor greets him In a strained way and tells him it Is her wish he leavo and novcr try to see her again. He says lie will not unless she send for him. That night sho calls him to Join In a hurried trip by auto to New York. Tho chauffeur docs not appear to relish the Journey, but Crosby fixes tho ma chine and they are driven Into a crowded tenement district of tho city. Hero they ascended several flights of stairs, and found the door at tho top blocked. Forc ing It open, they discovered the body of Sheila. Miss Tabor's nurse, Weeding from many wounds, but with signs of life. Caruccl, tho strange Italian, who Is also Rhella'K husband, is In a drunken stupor In the next room. The chauffeur weakens, but Crosby carries the Injured woman down to the car, and prepares to drive It himself. C1IAPTKR X. And llorr Wc Brought Home n Difficulty. It was a matter of seconds. I vaulted over the sparo tires Into tho chauffeur's scat, pulling tho throttle open while I felt for my pedals; and as I did bo, I heard the door of the limousine slam be hind me. j hasty glance over my shoul der showed mo that the back of the car was clear. I Jerked In the reverse and raised my tfeet; and with a roar and a. stream of bluo smoke, the' machine swung backward across the street, while I twisted furiously at tho wheel. Ono of the men caught at mo as we began to move, but the suddenness of our starting helped the push I gave- him to throw him off his balance. Ho sprawled on his hack In the gutter, and an Instant later I was In my second speed and half way up tho block. Tho policeman behind us was firing his revolver; whether at us or our tires or the sky I had no time to guess. And I took tho first corner with my heart In my mouth and an empty feeling In my stomach, praying that we might get around It right side up. A shadow ran out from tho curb and sprang for the running-board; but my hands and eyes were so busy in front of me that I did not know whether we missed him or ran him down. Speed was Impossible over the cobbles; our only chanco was to take as many turnings as possible to avoid being! headed, and for the next few minutes we swayed and slid around treacherous cor ners through a darkness' that waa full of shouts and whistlings and gesticulat ing enemies. I wondered that every blue coated figure running blindly up the lane of our lights did not stop us, and that at every, turning we had neither upset nor skidded Into the opposite curb. It was wild work at the best; and consider ing that I was driving a heavy and un' familiar car over slimy pavements, I can not understand now how wo avoided either accident or capture. But presently the headlights showed a long, dark street, clear of Interference. We raced up It at a rate that seemed to loosen every tooth In' my head, and numbed my fingers upon the rattling wheel. The nolBe was fairly behind us. After a couple more turns. It had grown fainter; and . slowed to a saner speed, watching the street lamnn for knowledge of my where abouts. Then I became conscious that there was a man beside me In tho car. lie was huddled In a heap on the floor, between tho seat and the dash, hanging on desperately, and crowding himself Into the least possible space as If to keep out of sight, As soon as I could spore a hand, I began to pound him over the head and neck. I was In no mood for half measures. He cowered back on the running-board, shielding himself with an arm and turning up an absurd and ugly face of terror, It was our highly .re spected chauffeur. 'Oh, for God's sake, don't sir!" be coaked. shrinking back out of reach. "I won't Interfere "with you nor nothing. Til get out as soon as we get fair away. Only. I'd ha' been took up sure, sir, and there's me character gone." ' "Get Into that seat and keep Hill," said, "or you'll have us all taken up. Get In, I tell you." , He crawled Into the seat, shaking and protesting. There were tears In his voice, and I think actually In his eyes. "Do you know your way out of this?" I demanded. ,"No, sir. I haven't a notion. 'Til get qut and ask." He was apparently too frightened to know his own mind, but I had' made up mine. He was better with us than wandering about the city, telling murder stories. "Stay where you are." I snapped "you'll go home with us, and keep your head shut." "Oh. I can't think of It, sir. We'll never, get home after this. I'll get out here. It's murder and resisting arrest and endangering traffic. They'll have mo B-s an accomplice " I caught at, his collar as he. tried to Now Read On f p ? f y stand up. and Jerked htm back Into the scat. Before he could make another movo, I had shut off and got my right hand on tho revolver. I held It across my knees under tho wheel, and slipped the holster off It. 'Tou're going to sit still and keep nulet," I said, "and you're going wher ever we go. Do you understand?' He sat like a graven Image after that, with no sound but an occasional sniff. I slid the revolver between me and the edge of tho seat, and ive went on. He might have known that I should never have dared to use It; but cither he was too shaken and stupid to put himself In my place, or he lacked the nerve to try me. All this tlmo we had been working westward as fast as tho rough going and my divided attention would allow. Now and then some one shouted after us. But It was still dark and wo were soon out of sight around a corner, and the few policemen who concerned them selves with up at all did not trouble themselves to 'whistle up a hue and cry. Presently the black bulk of the elevated gave mo my bearings, and I turned north under It, running along tho car tracks. The light and the scattered traffic, and tho occasional roaring of a train overhead, seemed curiously home like and comfortable. I felt as If I were. waking out of a nightmare. Wo crossed over to Union square and hurried carefully through civilization. I was afraid of Fifth avenue; even at this hour, too many of the guardians of tho peace thero wero provided with better means of speed than with their own feet; and I did not like, tho attention we still seemed to attract, now that we were safe away from the original trouble and running at an ordinary rate. Madison avenue was decently asleep! and Its empty length must have tempted me to unreasonable speed, for tho few people we passed stopped to store, and call after lis unmeaningly. I expected ovcry moment to meet a mounted policeman, and held myself ready to slow down or take a sudden corner; but none appeared, and I turned Into tho leafy darkness of Central park with a sigh of relief. I was mora than a llttlo anxious for the safety of my passengers within. 1 stopped In the deepest shade I could find, and clambered out. Lady's faco was at the door almost before I could open It. 'Are you all right?" she panted. could see only her eyes and the outline of her face like a white shadow. "Yes; are, you?" Sho laughed nervously. "I'm as woll as when wo started, and Sheila Is better. Sahe has como to herself now. Can you find somo water? I have a flash here." 'Thero are fountains all along these drives. We'll run ahead until we como totonc-of-them." As I spoke, there was a thud behind me, and a quick patter of running feet. The excellent Thomas had taken advan tage of my forgetfulncss to break for liberty. He was out .of sight almost bo fort I turned; and he had been thought ful enough to throw the revolver away aa ho Jumped. "I'm a clever idiot." I said ruefully, "you chauffeur has been trying to desert all along, and now he's dono It." "But you were driving, yousclf. What difference docs It mako?" "I was thinking of what he might say. said I. "But for that matter, I suppose I have got you Into a newspaper scrape anyhow, if nothing worse. Every police man on tho east side must have our number." I was Just going to ask you about that," Bald Lady, with a queer llttlo crow In her voice. "Perhaps -we had better carry this outside now." Sho felt about hor feet and handed me a muddy strip of metal. "I 'took this off while you were, starting tho car. And I put out that red lantern thing, too." For an Instant I forgot Dr. Beld and all the mountain of Impossibility that lay between us. She had always been more than other women. And now she was that rarest thing of oil, a comrade ready In a moment of need. I reached out my hand, us If she had been a man. "You're a miracle," I said, "and I'm not half good enough to be your lieu tenant. Good work," There was a broken whisper from the darkness within. "Tho water," said Lady, "we're for getting Sheila." I replaced our number, lighted the tail lamp, and a llttlo further on found a drinking fountain and got the water. Mrs. Caruccl was able to speak only a few words of unsteady thanks; but that was enough to make me fall In love with the crooning voice or her. We pushed on out of town without any further adven ture; and on the open roads off to the northward were free to make the most of our speed. The night slowly faded, not as If any light were coming, but as if the dark ness Itself were growing faint and,weak, Tho road-side trees were still mysterious bulks against remoter gloom, but their blackness now gave a dull hint of green and the yellow glare of our tamps grew washed out and lifeless. The crowing of cocks, reiterated from place to place, sounded fictitious and unnatural. Tho air chilled a little and here and there we ran through a momentary blindness of mist, as If a small cloud had fallen to drift along the surface of the earth. I sat back half drowsy, with relaxed nerves; and although I had no desire for sleep, although I never loosened my hands upon the whoel, nor took my eyes for a second from the wavering end of the ribbon of light that unwound Itself continually toward me, yet I felt some how unreal and very peaceful, without will or memory, like a person In a dream. The car obeyed me without my being con scious of any movement, aa if I guided it by my mere volition. Slowly the pal lor around me changed from green to gray; the air freshened as tho stars went out; and the twitter of birds and the scattered barking of dogs underran the unvarying, Inevitable drumming of the engine. That sound Itself dried and hard ened In the keener atmosphere. And In the pleasure of the perfect power under me, I let, the car out only to the limit of Its speed, until the sidelong away of the body warned me that I was driving too fast for the road. We passed a milk wagon or two and an occasional early trolley. Then came the dawn, so swiftly And tho Peering Llttlo Bird if The Law Copyright, 19H, by Star Company. By ELLA WHEELEB WILCOX. Whatever you aro here on earth, what ever you possess, you have In some life earned. And upon you, and you alone, depends the next situation. If you have poverty and 111 health, and you are determined to Im- prove your condl-" tlon by industry, economy and sen sible living, though you may die be fore you attain your aim, still you have laid the spir itual foundation for a better fortune and a better body In the next Incarna tion. If you have longed for educa tion and accomplishment. If you have struggled to obtain them, every effort you make will be placed to your credit when you como again. If you have beauty, talent, wealth and are not making good use of them use which will benefit others and leave the race better off for your having lived then you will be obliged to return with out beauty, without talent, without wealth, and work your way back to divine favor. This great law of cause and effect Is called karma. We aro all making good or bad karma every hour. Tho fair working girl who is turning away from the temptation to wear the fine aparel at the cost of her self respect, and who Js seeing herself grow faded and careworn while she tolls to sup- that It was full day of sunlight and shadow before I thought to look for color In the east. Somehow It did not seem like morning, but like coming out of a curtained house Into the mldit of after noon (To Be Conrnled Tomorrow ) Is Singing a Song Something about of Justice port an old mother or a little sister, Is called good karma. She Is preparing a beautiful body, and fair raiment and a happy environment for herself In the next Incarnation. Tho companion who laughs at, her while sho drives by In her "protector's" motor car is making bad karma. She Is pre paring an ugly or deformed body for herself when sho comes again, a body which will not be attractive to vice, and she will havo to do the toll sho has re fused to do here. Thero ,1s no escaping the law of karma, which Is the law of Juhtice. If you have been educated on tradi tional lines you are thinking that the Creator of this vast universe makes each soul from new material and sends It, to quicken the unborn child at a certain period. If you think anything at all about the matter beyond that, you must wonder why one of these God-made souls Is sent Into a palace, another Into the slums. If you decide that somo are made to suffer and be poor and unfortunate on earth, In order that they shall shine above their affluent brothers after they go to heaven, then you must think the Creator a very partial and unjust being, or He would not show such favoritism, Any way you reuson It out you will find the whole matter Incompatible with Justice unless you accept the Idea of re incarnation. Briefly told, the idea Is that the Great Power whloh made the unlverte has al ways existed and will always -exist. And alt that exists has always existed and every -soul that animates the body of any human being today has animated tha bodies of Innumerable beings over and over again. It Is, of course, a very vast thought. But the Idea Is not one whit mora diffi cult to grasp than the modern one, that each soul Is made out of new material and that the beginning of life was a few thousand years ago. It Is easier to Im agine a circle without beginning and without end than a straight line which begins nowhere. The creative power is so vast that It Is almost unthinkable. But we have to accept that as a fact I And It Is eo magnlilcent and stupen (I Can't Hear VERY Good), but Something About a .Maiden. There is Kami a or Are Hero dous a fact that It thrills the mind and heart and foul, unless all are atrophied or undeveloped. This earth Is only uno of millions of woilds more wonderful, and we are but expressions of that vast power. Uvcrythlng that exists anywhere Is divine. Thero Is nothing which Ih not an expression of what wo call God. In the course of cons of tlmo we have occupied many bodies opd many worlds; and wo aro In this world what our former lives made Us. Wo will be In our next incarnation Just what we are now pro paring ourselves to be. Tho law governing thl universe Is the law of cause and effect. If In somo former existence you lived a life of luxury and license, It you trod flowery paths of dalliance" and Ignored the voice of rea son and wisdom, thon you are back In this world for the purposo of working out your debt to tho universe. You aro poor, frail of body, and between you and health and success and comfort and happiness lie seemingly Insurmountable obstacles. You look on other more fortunate human lclnga and wonder why God has been so unkind to you. But you have made your own destiny. And now you possess the power to change that destiny. You can change it to a wonderful de gree, here nnd now; and you can build a glorious destiny for your next coining. H Is possible that your next llfo wll! be spent on some other planet; but wherever you go, tho character you are now making will shape your destiny. Be sides this, there are Intervening "heav ens" and "hells," through which we must dwell, according to our deserts, and each thought and act of your llfo here Is de termining what your experiences In those planes of oxlstenco will b Modern creeds have taught tho selfish, mercenary and elf-lndulgent woman that when she dies, asking God to forgive her sins, she will immediately Join the spirit of her lovely child who passed away In early youth. But such a woman lias not made such a reunion possible. Sho will have to earn her admission before, she will be admitted to the realm where her child dwells, Those who think hate and envy and malice, these who live wholly and only No Escaping the Decree of Reincarnation Whatever You on Enrth You Will Bo Again for the enjoyment of the senses, must seek their own kind In the Intervening realms. Spiritual birds of a feather flock to gether, as well as the earth birds. this consciousness should act as a mighty stimulus to persistent and patient efforts at self-conquest and self-development; conquest of the unworthy and weak and Indolent Impulses; development of the worthy and strong and aspiring side of our natures. For every Biich effort means a step forward toward realization of our ideal and Its absolute attainment, either here or elsewhere. Wo can bo what we will to be. There Is no chance, no destiny, no fate uan circumvent, or hinder, or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. Gifts count for little; will alone Is nreat. All things give way before It, soon jr late. What obstacle can stay the mighty force Of the son seeking river in its course, Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait? Each well born soul must win what It deserves. Let the fool prate of luck. The for tunate Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves. Whose slightest action or Inaction serves The one great aim. Why. even death stands still And waits an hour, sometimes, for such a win. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX She la a Silly Girl. Dear Miss Fairfax: I have beeu keep lug steady company with a young lady for the last ten months. She recently at tended a party to which I was not In vited. Did she do right in attending? She alio admits having had two young men, wnom sne naa never met Derore, kiss her, (There were no kissing frames). Please advise what action to take, and wnat is your opinion or ner STEADY READER. There Is no excuse for her slltlneas In letting two strange men kiss her. In that, she did wrong. But she did no wrong In accepting the Invitation to the party, She Is not en gaged to you, and It would be extremely foolish In her to refuse Invitations be- rause you are not among the Invited. cjKadcu73& Is el ells -Seauiy Lesson l,KSSO.V VII PAIIT II. The Kffecl of Color on the Skin. Our grandmothers had certain rules In this regard that must liavo mitigated strongly against their appearances, espe cially as their color card in regard lo wearing apparel was limited. In those days dark people were supposed to wear ted, blondes and auburn-haired blue. while widows and all women over yeors of age wero confined to unre lieved black. Most cut a.nd dried color rules are stupid, for. broadly speaking, any woman can wear any 'color If the shade Is carefully chosen, and these rules seem particularly Irritating, for they are. quite opposed to the first canon" of artistic dressing. Most blondes havo light blue eyes. This type can often wear pale blue, but. If tha blue Is nt all deep, It will kill the color In the eyes and mako them appear gnen or gray. A fair blonde without much color looks far better In red, which adds color to the cheeks and, by forming a contrast to the blue In the eyes, em phasises their color. Sandy blondes with no pronounced color In cheeks or hair and with eyebrows not strongly marked, generally need etr6ng Colors such as red or green to offset thU monotony, thus forming what we would term an agreeable contrast. There are $om cases, however, were Uch a typa appears welt In the soft pastel shades of blue, mauve and rose, the soft color harmonizing with the delicacy of the face. This apparent contradiction Is but an Illustration of the fact that we cannot lay down absolute rules for different types. Note-Lesson VII la divided Into four parts and should bo read throughout to obtain full Information on the subject. (Lesion VII to Be Continued.) William Wordsworth, NATURE'S INTERPRETER By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. Nature! How often the word Is upon ogr Hps. But what does Jt mean? What Is nature? and what is It metaagts to u ?, William Words worth, who settled up his earthly ac counts sixty-five years ago, April 21, 1S30, went a great way toward help ing us to answer the very Important question. As an Interpreter of Nature, he took the step which Chaucer and Shakespar never took he explored the vlrturea which reside In the Sym- bal, he described object aa they affected human hearts, he showed how the In fluencing world Is a material Image through which the Sovereign Mind holds Intercourse with "Van. Foremost and alone at the part of the, common and the familiar, not indeed of the wit and merriment of things, but of the tenderness and thoughtfulnesa In them. Such was the once despised and long neglected sage of Rydel Mount, a true man and true part, whose star, be cause It was a real star and not a mere will 'o the wisp, kept Its place In tho heavens desplta the smoke that tho cities started, and Is now steadily rising. Wordsworth waa a student of Nature from the higher perhaps we should say hlgest lovelr, and his conclusions are correspondingly elevated. The "Buln, the half-witted, the soggy-minded, tha mentally IndolenC, never made anything" out of Wordsworth, and to the end of time never will; and the Intellectually alert, tha clean-minded, the sincere and serious among us, find In him an un failing service of Inspiration and Joy. Ho' Is retired as noon day dew Or fountain In a noon day grove. And you must love him ere to you, Ho will be worthy of your tpve. It would be a grand thing- for this mad, hustling, menacing generation If It would dip a bit Into "The excursion." one of the moat wonderful poems to be found In the libraries, some of It desert, to be sure, but much of it oasis. Immortally green and refreshing . To read "The Excur sion," one needs to think, but thinking would not hurt this too trivial age; and the rewards of this thinking would be a rich one. Wordsworth's greatest piece of work Is the little poem on the "Intimations of Immortality," a master piece that every ono should know by heart. Nothing finer was ever written by man. Its author has said; "Whoever has recollections of r.s early years, whoever cherishes the hallowed dreams of youth, whoever has observed with thoughtful reverence the tastes, delights, affections and strange questionings of childhood will appreciate this wonderful poem. One can no more read It without being made better by It than the thirsty man can take ft cool drink of water without being refreshed by it " And the "Ode to Duty." together with a dozen or so of the sonnets, would make a splendid prescription for this superficial, mammon loving and not too spiritual gen eration. It Is a hopeful sign of the time that the circle of Wordsworth's readers la steadily widening. Join the circle. It will do you good.