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THE PROFESSORS MYSTERY
iWELLS HASTINGS i2 BRIAN HOOKER.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS by HANSON BOOTH
COrYRIOHTI9II kyTHE DODD3'MCHHItX COMPANY Tffl
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
tho Alnsllcs. -where he had a social en
gagemcnt, encountered Miss Tabor, whom
he had met at a Christmas party the
winter before. She, too. Is invited by the
Alnslles. When tho belated trolley comes,
they stan. 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 he stay over night,
and he awakens to find himself locked in
1:1s room. Before he can dctermlno tho
cause he Is called and required to leave
the house, Miss Tabor letting him out
and telling htm she cannot see htm again.
At the Inn where he puts up he notices
Tabor In an argument with a strange
Jtallan sailor. Crosby protects the sailor
from the crowd at the 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
well, when Dr. Walter Held, Miss Tabor's
half-brother, appears and bears her away.
Crosby returns to the Inn and demands
to see Miss Tabor. Held refuses, but
Crosby declines to go until she tells him
herself. Mtss Tabor greets rum in a
strained way and tells him It Is her wish
he leave and never try to see her again,
lie says he will not unless she send for
him. That night she calls htm to Join
In a hurried trip by auto to New York.
The chauffeur does nut appear to relish
the journey, but Crosby flxe3 the mu
chine and they are driven Into a crowded
tenement district of the city. Here they
ascended several flights of stairs, and
found the door at tha top blocked. Forc
ing It open, they discovered the body of
Sheila. Miss Tabor's nurse, bleeding .from
many wounds, but with signs of life.
Caruccl, tho strange Italian, who Is also
Sheila's husband. Is In a drunken stupor
In tho next room.' Tho chauffeur
weakens, but Crosby carries the Injured
woman down to the car, and prepares to
drive It himself. Crosby succeeds In elud
ing tho police, but the timid chauffeur
escapes. With no further adventure tho
party reaches tho Tabor home. Here
Crosby learns that Dr. Reld Is married to
Lady Tabor's sister. The details of tho
adventuro are discussed, and the prospect
of Its getting into tho papers. Crosby is
informed that his former ejectment from
tho Tabor homo had been a bluff. Tabor
explains how Sheila cams to bo the wife
of Caruccl, and the trouble the Italian
had made for tho family. Tho newspapers
come with sensational accounts of the
affair of the night before, but no names
of the persons who carried off Mrs.
Caruccl. Crosby and Mr. Tabor talk over
the situation, and Lady is called, to tho
doorj where she. meets a prying and in
,(iulslttva. young man named Maclean, who
turns out to be a reporter, and a friend
,of Crosby. Together they set about to
'locate Caruccl and solv the meaning of
n.thxcMenlnK.note received by Tabor. The
man hunt leads them through a. lot of low
saloonB, frequented by Italluns, where
Crosby finds two suspicious looking men
ire also searching for aCruccl.
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Three Stunning Styles
Fully Described by
& OLIVETTE
Now Read On
t t f ? It
CHAPTER XII.
In Amateur Sinn Hunt Wherein Mr
Ovm Volition U Somen lint
Anxlons.
(Continued.)
"Pardon; have you a match?"
I swallowed my heart down again with
ft gulp. Tho fat Italian scratched the
match on his shoe, and breathed a soft
cloud of smoke.
"Thank you, snre. Now tell me." he
took mo confidentially by tho elbow,
"w'at Is It you want With Antonio Ca
ruccl?" My car was passing. "I never heard
of him," said 1 as blankly as I could.
"You've got the wrong man.1'
"Excuse me, sare. No mistake at all."
, He smiled doprecatlngly.
The car was almost beyond reach. "All
right," said. "Como In here, and If
' you can show any right to ask, I'll tell
you." Then, as we turned together to
ward the hotol behind us, I flung him on
his face witli a sudden wrench, and
sprinted after the car. As I clung gasp
ing on the back platform, I heard a shout,
and saw him following at a waddling
run, waving his arm angrily. The car
stopped; and for a slcktnlng instant, I
thought that my last device had been. In
vain. Hut nt that moment a couple of
men ran from the sidewalk behind my
pursuer and caught him by the coat. The
three stood in the middle of the street,
wrangling and gesticulating; and the con
ductor, with a disgusted Jerk of the bell,
started the car again.
Later in the evening, Maclean called me
up on the telephone.
"Say, you made a pretty gcod getaway
for an amateur. Did you see us stop
your fat friend?"
"What? Was that you?"
"Sure was It; me and the other one.
Now listen. Heljo! Can you hear? Those
two parties are plainclothes men after
tils other party. That's what they let
him out for. to watch him, you see?
I'm with "em now.. You people better just
ll as low as you can, and do nothin' at
all. if you want to keep out of it. And
If I can get wise to anythln' I'll call you
jp. fioodby."
And his receiver went up with a cluck!
ClIAPTKn XIII.
The Presence In the llooni.
vsonder how we shall come out of It
all," 4,d I'ad'-
She Was sitting at the big dining table
before a treasury of bowls and vases,
with a iriany colored heap of cut flowers
reflected from the polished wood and the
drops and splashes of spilled water. In
the open window, Sheila's canary was
whittling merrily down a deep shaft of
sunlight: and from the garden outside
came the purr of a lawn mower and
tho cool freshness of new cut grass.
Across the still dimness of the house be.
hind us, the further windows gave upon
quart's of blinding green. Mr. Tabor and
tin- doctor had gone to the city upon
Home business of our common defence
Th house hung sleeplb at the heart of a
hot forenoon, very quiet and open; over
head. Sheila was shuffling about, with a
crooning of soft Irish minors.
"It seems to bo Just a en so of waiting,"
said I, "but tho rtewspaper excitement
Is blowing over already, and wc can trust
Maclean to keep us clear. As for the de
tectives, If they arrest Caruccl again io
much tho better, provided we don't appear
In It. He'd be no more likely to talk
then, than before."
"I wonder if we can trust Mr. Mac
lean." "I'm rather sure of Mac." I said.
"It Isn't that exactly; I'm not doubting
your friend; but even so. he knows
knows absolutely that we were Involved'
In that New York disturbance the other
night. Think of all we did to keep you
from even suspecting something far less
exciting. And he's u reporter after all,
and In no way ono of us. Of course he's
honorable, but he's working up the Ca
ruccl side of It. I'm afraid of what he
may bring out, perfectly removed from
us in itself, but that might suggest
Oh, you see what 1 mean."
"I wish I could hear from him," I said.
"I want to know what's happening. Hut
honestly, 1 think I took tha safe was'
with htm, whatever happens. It's much
better to have him know what he mustn't
say than to have him guessing all sorts
of things with no reason for not airing
them."
"Yes; but I wish nobody knew anything.
We took a terrible risk."
"I did, you mean. If I spoke beyond my
authority, the fault Is certainly mine.
Still, I'm not sure that I'm sorry, and 1
won't plead that I meant well."
Sho searched carefully through a heap
of flowers. "No, you're one of us now
In a way. What you did was ours, not
your own Oh, I'm sure It's all right
anyway, and you acted wisely. Only I'm
nervous about It, I suppose." She leaned
back wearily. "I do get so tired of all
this unnaturalness. Why can't God let
us live like other People?"
It was the first tlmo I had ever heard
her complain; tho first open confession
of the weary weight that had lain so long
upon her eyes; and It shook mo so that
for a llttlo I did not turst myself to
speak, for fear I should not speak quietly
enough. She sat silent, the light gone
out of her as I had seen It go on that
first day, her hand twisting listlessly at
her chain.
"I only wish I could be of more use," I
said at last.
She turned half toward me: "Some
times I wish you could know," she said
and her eyes of a sudden glimmered and
grow wet.
That was more than I could bear.
"Lady," I cried, "why can't I know?
What difference does It make? Oh, I'm
not questioning you: I don't want to sat
isfy my mere mind with your mystery.
I don't care what the explanation Is;
I'm rtqt after answers to questions. But
It can't matter to us. whatever It Is.
Nothing can. When I thought you were
married, that didn't change anything
really. It meant that I must go away,
that I must never como back to you per
hapsbut even that was a little thing.
And nothing else In the world could be
as bad as that even."
'Don't. Please, don't make II any worse
oh, stop telling me listen!" Shj, caught
herself suddenly, holding up her hand.
Tho canary poured out a long trill "that
sounded like tiny laughter.
"Sheila," I said. "Sho's been walking
about up there all the morning. You've
got so that this nightmare doesn't give
you an hour's peace. I don't care what
it is. You know that. You know that I
couldn't bo troubled by anything behind
you or about you. I never shall want to
know. But I want the whole right to
stand In front of you and fight It, to
take you away from this place and make
you forget and bo alive. And you know
that no reason"
I do not know what stopped me. The
canary was t-llent, and the clock ticked
twice across the hush. Then from the
floor above u. horrible scream cut through
mo like a frozen knife; then another,
mixed with a heavy clatter of feet.
We both sprang for the stairs, Lady
a llttlo before me. As I tried to pass
her at tho foot, sho caught me by the
arm and clung desperately to me, her
breath coming hard and fast.
"No, you mustn't. Don't come, do you
hear? Walt until I call you." The dry
tension in her voice was not a thing to
disregard blindly. I waited with my foot
on the lowest step, my heart staggering
In my ears, while she sped above out of
sight. The screams had broken Into a
choking wall of utter terror, A door
slammed. Sheila's strong voice rang out
angrily, then sank under a broken clamor
of stumbling steps. A man leaped
roughly down the first few stairs, stopped
and turned as I bent forward Just enough
to get a haH glimpso of course ' clothes
and clumBy feet, and sprang baclt again,
trampling across the upper hall. I hesi
tated an Instant, then followed him three
steps at a Btrlde. Whatever happened, I
would not leave the three women alone
with him.
In tho hall I paused, for It was empty.
From the front room which I took to be
Mrs. Tabor's camo voices. Lady's full and
sweet, her mother's frightened and child
ish, and tho resonant whisper of Mrs.
Caruccl.
He was here. 1 tell you. Lady," Mrs,
Tabor's treble roso abovo the murmur,
and as suddenly ceased. I looked about
me, uncertain. I had only been above
stairs once before, and then at night.
My room then had been at the rear of
the house, with a full length of hall be
tween It and Mrs. Tabor's; and the stair
head where I now stood was an even mid
way between the two. I felt vaguely 111
at ease. I knew that I should look for
tho Intrudor, and look for him upon tho
Instant; but something held me back
perhaps a feeling that I had little right
to blunder about upon this floor, to stum
ble perhaps Into Lady's own room, an
intruder upon her intimate privacy. This,
however, was no time for doubtful senti
ment. Minutes were passing, and the
man must be found. I was sure that he
was still in the house. Very carefully I
tiptoed down the hall toward the room
that I had occupied. Fate might grant
that he was hidden there, and so I should
have to search only where 1 had already
seuii, But before I reached my door, I
paused before another It was slightly
ajar, and half instinctively I pushed It
open.
All tho quaint, Old-World, sloping-shouldered fashions of tho
early spring pointed Inevitably to tho triumphant return of the
vogue of tho cape. And now wo have It with us In all Its glory and
In many variations. It appears with waistcoat, with surplice fronts,
with high, upstanding collar, with Jacket armholes, cut away like a
man's swallow-tail, or, as In the picture wo show on the left, as a
very charming "cape vralment" or true cape.
White velvet cloth is used to fashion this pretty garment. Cut
on simple lines, hanging straight from the shoulders, it is topped by
a wide collar of black taffeta. At the back tills collar lengthens
into a graceful hood. Black jet cords and taBsels set under the col
lar are tho sole means of fastoning of this garment. For further
ornament It has its lower corners embroidered In fans of black and
emerald floss.
You often hoar dresses describod as "confections," "dreams,"
and even "poems." This charming littlo dancing frock In the cen
ter, of silver and white-spangled tulle, Is so daintily beautiful as to
merit any and all of these titles.
Tho bodice is a girlish blouse, with a wee sleovo of mallne lace
falling gracefully over a white arm, A band of silver and crystal
beads frosts the front of the blouse, which Is held softly at the waist
by a garland of dainty pastel roses.
The skirt has a foundation of white charmeuse, cut plain and
round, as an effective background for the graceful beaded tunic. A
satin ribbon of Bordeaux red knots on the left side below a putf
pannlor of the frosted net. Below this are three flounces pointing
low In a doslgu symmetrical with the down-curvo of the puff and
bow, These flouncoa nro of oqual width and are deeply spangled a'
the edge In the gleaming silver and crystal.
The model we show you on the right adds the elomont of great
practicalness to its real beauty and good style.'
It Is a splendid costume for tho woman who goes away ovt-r
week-onds, it is a smart afternoon tea or shopping frock and It may,
be used on evening occasions with tho assurance that black taffeta
Is always suitable nnd smart.
Tho coat Is a little cutaway kimono, opened over a waistcoat ot
organdie, linen, pique, silk or even chamois cloth, as best suits tho
wearer. This waistcoat crosses In front In two deep points and is
finished by a high-standing Incroyable collar. The coat has a stand
ing ruffle collar of the modo of Mario do Mcdlcls. ' Tho cuffs arc
made by buttoning tho sleoves In snugly at tho wrist under jet but
tons, like those usod to ornament the skirt. A glrdlo of the taffeta
starts at tho left and flares out at tho back In a great butterfly bow.
The skirt loops up Into a bustle back, nnd Is trimmed straight
down tho front with tiro buttons of Jet. A slit at the foot gives ease
in walking or dancing.
A blouse of black tulle over whito chiffon, girdled high In toffetu,
will make of this a three-piece costume or blouses of Georgette
crope, or of fine batiste will bo found smart for wear with Uiq taffot.i.
Milady of tho plcturo carries ono of tho now-old, wee, adjustable
handled sunshades, and finishes her elegance with a moire bag and
a high turban, swathed and trimmed In a mass of black Paradise.
OLIVETTE.
t
'Why Don't the Men Propose?
Only 1 in 1,000
Alive
To lie Alive Mean Morn Than
to He n Breathing, Eating,
Drinking, Talking Human
(Venture.
9
(Copyright. lMl. by the Star Company)
By ELLA WI1F.ELEU WILCOX.
In every l,0i) people who are living or,
this enrth not more than one Is alive.
To be really nllve means more than to
bo n moving, breathing, eating, drinking
ami talking human
creature.
lie who Is nrtu
nlly alive finds Ihe
days too shott for
the wonderful ex
periences which are
involved In this state
lie finds life Itself
a continual adven
ture, full of Interest,
n n d w I t h oppor
tunities (or pleasure
and achievement at
every turn.
He finds himself
an object of delight
fill study, however
dissatisfied he may
he with the present
lesults of that study, for he perceive
that ho Is a crude chunk of eternity, and
that In himself He alt the powers and
possibilities latent In the universe. And
that in himself lies the will' to wont om
these possibilities.
He who Is fully alive enjoys the earth
and all-Its pleasures. He loves the slap
of tho wind upon his ohcek; the dash of
the waves upon his breast; tho motion of
his limbs In tho swift walk; the thrill of
the good stead's body under his own; the.
ecstusy of rhythm In tho dance', the
swliu? of the our. lie loVeo labor and the
fotlgue which follows, and In his har
moniously developed frame there Is not
ono la or unused muscle.
ii., iiAim. ill v itnea not ston here.
Thn mnn who Is practising the art ot
being ollvn to Its full extent has an elert
receptive brain and nn awakened epint
Without these, he would simpiy ue. a
splendid animal.
With these ho Is the highest expres
sion of the creative powor visible to
.-ti ti.imi An,i with these he finds
his oppoitunlttrs for happiness, useful
ness and pleasure In existence mrw
fold.
He knows tho pleasure of the phys
ical plane, for which his lody la adapted,
he draws to himself those nearest to the
mental plane, and the scnae, the pleasure
or the spiritual plane, which tins hear,
and derives power therefrom.
Tho man who Is alive In all thess ways
must radiate light, oheer, sympathy and
'i..i..r..inc. m ll who como within his
u understands 'the temptations
nnd the troubles and tho sorrows of all
beings wHo are less alive man ne. ami
hi rnmiiasslon Is greater than his ten
dency to condemnation.
Using alive to1 the vibrations irom inree
ralm he knows all temptations, and
missteps him
self, In his road to unfoldment, he can
sympathize, counsel and help onward
many who have not been able to make
his progress.
The man who Is roally alive rcaium
it,- l.n tnlikt linn his own position in the
world, and his own environment as the
first field ot action, If he hopes to reocn
success In any venture. He must not
wait for luck or a miracle to give him n
ohanflc of location and surroundings
better Hiiltcd to his tasto. Out 6f what
ever destiny has bestowed upon him ho
will mako the conditions which he de
sires. And out of every day he will mako a.
little bit ot heaven
No difficulty con discourage, no oo
staclo dismay, nor trouble dishearten
the man who has acquired tho art of be
ing olive. Difficulties ore but hurdles
to try his skill; troubles but bitter tonics
to give him strength; and he rises higher
and looms greater after each encounter
with adversity
Tim nfan who Is wholly alive finds
pleasure In the simplest things, and to
him nothing Is commonplace, nothing Is
menial. Am ho Is never bored.
For nature, human nature, and him
self are ever Interesting subjects of con
templation and study. And the future t
him Is a radiant vision, growing ever
more and more wonderful.
Am you alive?
J
By UEATItlCE FAIRFAX.
ITo Be Continued Monday)
"Why don't th men propose, mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
Kaeh seems Just coming to the point,
And then away he goesl
I've hopes when some distingue beau
A glance upon me throws;
But though he'll dance, and smile, and
flirt,
Alas! he won't propose."
Thomas Haynes Bayly.
May belle writes:
"I am 22, and for the last year and a
half have been keeping steady company
with a young man. He has taken almost
all of my time, but never speaks of get
ting married. Would you advise me to
bring up tho subject?"
Q race haa been treated even less kindly.
"I am 23," she writes, "and a man five
years my senior has given moffls entire
attention for four years. He treats me
well, but haa never yet broached the sub
ject I want him to. . It would break my
heart to give him up."
"Perplexed" Is in the same predica
ment. "I havo been keeping company
with a young man for tho last year, an!
though he has told me several times his
attentions are serious, and has given me
several gifts, he has said nothing about
settling down. I have received proposals
pf marriage from other men, but, loving
this man first, I did not encourage the
others. There is one among them very
persistent, who says he will not give me
up tilt I rearh the altar with another
man. Now, while I do not want to forco
things, do you think I should tell him
about the other nun'"
If the story of the dog in the manger
had been written theso days, when for
psychological reasons the question ot sex
Is of paramount interest and becomes
a ractor in the solution of motives and
actions, the narrator might havo said In
the beginning:
"Now the dog did not want the hay till
tho ox showed a desire for It, when the
dog, being a male, bristled up and
showed his teeth and drove tho ox
away."
There are young men who spend all
their time with certain girls, and take
up all the time the girls have, for no
other reason than that they are keeping
other men away. Perhaps unconsciously
so, let us give them that much credit.
They began by calling, found it agree-
When the Regiment Came Back
By ELLA WHEELEU WILCOX.
(In "Poems of Power.")
All the uniforms were blue, all the swords were bright and new,
When the regiment went marching down the street,
All the men were hale and strong as thoy proudly moved along,
Through the cheers that drowned tho music of their feet.
Oh, tho music of the feet keeping time to drums that beat;
Oh, the splendor and tho glitter of the sight,
Ah with swords and rifles new and in uniforms in blue
The regiment went marching to the fight.
When the regiment came hack all tho guns and swords were blank
And the uniforms had fadod out to gray,
And the faces of the men who marched through that street again
Seemed like faces of the dead who lose their way.
For the dead who lose their way cannot look more wan and gray.
Oh, the sorrow and the pity of the sight ;
Oh, the weary lagging feet out of step with drums that beat
As the regiment comes marching from the fight.
able, enjoyed tho girl, liked the easy air
of wclcomo their Intimate relations with
the daughter secured for them In her
home, and got the habit. Nothing more
than that. If they had moto money the
same desire- for u loafing place would
find satisfaction In some expensive rlub.
but lacking the means for that, they
hang around the homo of somo girl.
Matrimony doe not enter such n man's
head because the girl lets him see li:
has possession of her heart without It.
He does not mak it a fine point to bo
gallant In offering her attention. He
knows If he telephones her at 7:30 to be.
ready to go to a theutor with him at S,
she will le ready. And ploused!
1 want to ask ynu three troubled girls
How often does your young man hear
you Hy: "I have a previous engage
ment?" Never. I will warrant you. He U keep
ing other young men uwuy; ho Is enjoy
ing himself; he thinks he Is doing the
right thing by you because he glvea you
his most honorable and adorable com
pany threo or four nights a week, qc
easlonally throwing a theater ticket your
nay to sonic show ha wants tp see him
self. My dears, you can't propose. You ean't
even hint at a proposal without uhcapen
lug yourself, and hearing tlf your pro
posal Is accepted, which I doubt) to the
end of your days .that you oskod him to
msrry you.
You can't drive him to the ultnr with
elub, hut you can get him there by
letting him see that he hasn't the right
of monopoly, and that only an engage
ment ring gives that right.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATltICK FAIRFAX
llon't Try,
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in
love with a girl of my own age. and I
know that she loves me ulso But thn
trouble is that when I ain with this girl
1 don't keep up a conversation With her
lore, and many a time there Is not a.
word spoken between us for a lengthy
time. I'leaso tail me how 1 can get oyer
this habit. ' THOMAS W
Silence between two often denotes a
tatter companionship than constant chat
ter. Bo glad neither of you feel that ti
entertain tha other one must "make
talk."
She Calls luu Her K vorltc.
Dear Miss Fairfax! I am dseply in
lovo with a young lady. I thought sha
loved me, until two weeks ago, when
site gave another boy some candy she
made. When I asked her about It sha
confessed she gavo this other boy th
candy, but swore she loved m Jest.
Then she ent mu a nox ot iumc-msa
candy with u note In which she called
me I er favorite. I understand she gives
cHiidv to a lot of boys, Do you think
she loves mo BILL-
She gave you candy, too, and since you
have no right to monopolize her time and
efforts, you can't complain.
My criticism of her Is based on the
ground that she gives candy to you, or
to any other boy. She shpuld be tho re
cipient ot such favors not the donor
.Mn re Iteaaoit for Devotion.
Dear Miss Fairfax: .1 have buen keep
ing steady company with a girl Tor about
four months, Itecentlv her sister died
Would it he proper for me to continue,
or should 1 quit for a while? F. a K
She needs her friend in her grief and
loneliness as she needs them at no other
time. You can be devoted without taking
he', to places ot amusement.