rr-rr , THE BKEt OMAHA, MONDAY, MAY U, 1014. 7
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The Professor's
Mystery
"To Shoot or Not to Shoot"
A Puzzle for Danny
By Nell Brinkly
Copyright. 1S1I. International News Service
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BY WELLS HASTIftGS
AND BRIAN HOOKER
Illustrations by Hanson Booth
Copy rich t. 1911, by The Bobbs
Mcrrill Company.
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Great Story To-day
by Reading This
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' yoay- wilting at a suburbnn
------ ---- J iu tuivu jinn 10
tlKJ Alnslles, where ho had a social en-
bei"3iii, twiuounierrn .miss Tabor, whom
he had met at a Christmas party the
winter boforo. She. toe. Is Invited by the
-- -..v-.. inv usmiwi uuiiry IOI11C9,
tncy start off together, to meet with a
. . 'iBB ia"or is stunned ana Crosby,
, " w.t minus save
? .ii r BoIuen chain. Crosby searches
rpnmma h ftmllnt ..it 1 .
i 55 "nun ii nouis a wedding
.iiis. luMumr mey so to tno Tabors',
where father and mother welcome fh
daughter, calling her "Lady," and bIvo
viuduji u luunT sirainca greeting, cir
cumstances suggest he stay over night,
and ho awukenn tn flrwl hlmMlf innlfi i
1. - , ...... ..wt UV.1VV4 tit
.is room. Boforo ho can determine the
wiica ana required to leave
the house. Miss Tabor lotting him out
..vt iiiiiiiib jinn duo cannot see mm again.
At the Inn where ho nuts un he notices
Tabor In an argument with a strange
Italian sailor. Crosby protects the sailor
"o muwu m. mo inn ana goes on
to the Alnslles, where ho again encoun
ters Miss Tabor, who lias told her hosts
nothing of her former meeting with the
professor. The two are getting along very
mien u.. ivuuer IICHI, MISS XaUOT il
half-brother, appears and bears her away.
Crosby returns to tho Inn nnd demands
to see Miss Tabor. Rold refuses, but
Crosby declines to go until she tells him
. , j auui bicuia mill in a
strained way and tells him It Is her wish
iio icavo unu never try to see ncr again.
Jin SflVfl lift will tint linl... dVia r
him. That night she calls him to Join
in a hurried trip by auto to Now York.
Tho chauffeur docs not appear to relish
tho Journey, but Crosby fixes the ma
chlno and they are driven Into a crowded
tenement district of the city- Hero they
ui.vuu suvurai mguis or stairs, and
round tho door at tho top blocked. Forc
.1?,, 0J!cn. they discovered the bodv of
hhella. Miss Tabor's nurse, bleeding from
many wounds, but with signs of life.
Caruccl, tho strange Italian, who is also
Hhellaa husband, Is In a drunken stupor
in the next room. Tho chauffeur
wctiKens, uut urosDy carries the Injured
woman down to tho car, and prepares to
dtlvo it hlmeclf. Crosby succeeds in elud
ing the notice, but ihn tlmlHM,n,,rrn,,..
escapes. With no further adventure the
iiiit- reaenns tno la Dor Home. Here
Crosby learns that Dr. Held is married to
Lady Tabor's sister. Tho details of the
ndvonturo aro discussed, and the prospect
or Us getting Into tho papers. Crosby is
Informed that his former ejectment from
ItliV TtiImp hmn. l.n.l 1. .. rn.- i
e.nlnUi8 how Sheila camo to be the wife
of Caraccl, and the trouble tho Italian
imu inuuc ior tno iamuy. The newspapers
ccme with sensational accounts of the
aiiair ui 1110 nism ueiore, but no names
(if the nPrtinnn vht nnr.ln nfl XI..
Caruccl. Crosby and Mr. Tabor talk over
mu oikuuuuii, unu xauy is caneu lo me
door, whero aho meets a prying and In'
nulsitlve young man named Maclean, who
turns out to bo a reporter, and a friend
pf Crosby. Together they set about to
u.uti- uuvi unu poivu ine meaning or
a threatening noto received by Tabor. Tho
man hunt leads them through a lot of low
saloons, frequented by Italians, whero
i.rosDy iinds two suspicious looking men
aro also searching for Caruccl. Maclean
informs him tho police are also watching
. ui-uci-i anu nis companion, urosoy con'
suits with Lady Tabor, when they are dls'
turbed by screams in a room upstairs
He finds Mrs. Tabor badly frightened.
CHAl'TISIl XIII.
The Presence In the Iloom,
(Continued.)
In tho doorway I stood looking about
me This was Lady's room, after all.
A deep bed stood in the corner against
the outer wall to my left; and close by,
! a little table with n book face-down upon
it. A dress of some flimsy blue stuff lay
across the foot of the bed, and from bc
ineuth peeped a pair a little slippers. My
Ifaco burned at my intrusion, but I held
my ground. The sunlight fell heavily
through the two closed windows, across
the wldo rug, and almost at my feet. In
the-outer right-hand corner was a small
desk. A low table, piled with dainty
feminine mlscollany, stood In tho center
of tho room. A lidlng crop lay carelessly
across It; and I remembered absently
that the Tabors had no horses. I stepped
wlthtn, and .cautiously closed tho door
behind mc Then I knew. There was
some one in the room. It was unmis
takable, This feeling of a presence. I
listened loscly. but there was not a
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A youthful appearance counts
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doca in a woman. In businesu
it is often essential. Youth
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restores natural color to grey
or faded hair keeps the scalp
clean. It is not a dye.
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Health
Touug Dnn behind a grny rock on tho slope of
the fashionable world in spring: "Heavens is
that my game or not? Is it a girl or a bird? I
wish I knew what to do I'd hate to let a girl get
sound. Tho skin crawled at my temples,
nnd I could feel the stir of hair upon my
sculp, the strange primal bristling that
has stirred man conscious of the unseen,
since the beginning of time. For a heart
beat, stood there with much of the
clutching terror of a child, a child wilt
ing enough to face a fight, but hesitating
before the sudden mystery of a place that
ho must pass. Then I got hold of my
self, and crossed over to the bed. I
knew that he was not under It; but I
looked to sec. Behind mc something tin
kled sweetly, and I sprang to my feet
with every muscle tense. Across the
room and abovo the little desk, hung a
Ircle of bronzo end tiny bronze pendants
shaped like birds and fish and leaves
swinging from it on slllton threads such
a thing as the Japaneso hang above the
bed of a child tn ward off evil and to
chime with every breath of air. 1 glanced
uneasily at closed dor and windows us I
started across the room. Upon the big
central table before me lay a thin film
of dust. Invisible save for the contrast
, of a streak across Its edgo whore some
thing had brushed along. Tiptoeing
around It, I glanced down at the little
desk and the half-written sheet upon It.
"Lady, dearest." it begun; and I gripped
my hands at my fcldcs. This was not
lady's room, but Ope of tno long outer
curtains of the window shivered shivered
humanly with a trembling behind It; and
I reached out my hand to grip through
the fold the solid shoulder of a man.
In a sudden warm rush of relief, I
struck at him savagely through the cur
tain, shouting as I struck. Then I
glipped the curtain about, throwing all
my weight against him and crushing him
back against the side of the embrasure.
He grunted, and an arm toro itself free
from the folds above my bent head Then
there was a splash of light and a curious
sharp smell -that seemed to conic from
Inside my own brain. And then nothing.
I knew that I had not lain there long,
when I opened my eyes. Lady was kneel
Ing on the floor beside me, very whlto
and plteously lovely. As my mind grew
clearer, the color seemed to come back
Into her fact.
"Mr. Crosby." she said. "1 asked you
not to come upstairs at all. I want to
be abli to trust you. What has hap
pened?" "Happened?" 1 repeated dizzily. "Why,
I had to come up. I chased the man up
here, and then I saw this dor open and
camo In, and felt as If there was some
one In here and there was some one,
thre behind that (urtain. I tackled him.
and he lilt me." 1 raised my head
sharply: "Listen the fellow Is here yet."
Lady pointed to the window behind me.
"I think not," tho said.
"But I tell you he's still In the room."
She smiled a little. "You are dizzy,
yet. Come here and look, and you will
see what 1 mean." The window was
flung wide, and beneath at the foot of
the wall a syrlnga bush lay broken.
"It looks as If you were right," I said,
as she carefully closed the window. "1
think I'll scout around a little outside;
he may not havo gono clear away." I
noticed that, she locked tho door be
hind us.
My Ideas were rather Indefinite as I ex
amlned the syrlnga bush after the most
approved fashion, and discovered no more
than that somebody had broken it by
dropping from above, and had gone away.
So I started vaguely across the lawn to
ward the roud. At the gate, I ran Into
tliB men who followed us on our man
hunt.
"Ho did not come this way," said the
fut one, catching me by the arm.
"How do you know?" I asked.
Tho thin Italian smiled. "Then you
uro after Antonio Carucol?"
I had been almost trapped. "Caruccl?"
said I. "No, I was looking for Vr. Held.
Somo one wants him on the phone."
"Why did you search the sldo of the
houso, then?"
"Look here." said I, "I haven't the
slightest Idea what you people are getting
at, and I doubt if you have, either. Out
if you've seen Dr. neld a stocky man
with a Jerky walk I wish you'd say so.
They won't hold that line forever."
"We might take a look about the place
for him," the fat one smiled, "while you
go back to the telephone."
"I won't trouble you," I retorted. "If
you have any errand Inside, go straight
to the door. Mr. Tabor doesn't like his
lawns trampled. Good morning."
I stood at the gato while they moved
unwillingly away, and then went back to
th3 house.
CHAI'THIl XIV.
A Illsappearancr nnd nil Rnroanter.
The next few days passed by without
event: and the absenee of excitotrent was
a welcome enough relief, even to me.
Adventures In themselves arc all very
well, but I prefer mine uncomplicated
with nervous anxlotj; and although my
enlistment In the family garrison had rei
llcvcd me In some measure from that tor
ment of rcrsonal worry which had
ho'tndrd me before, yrt the trouble had
by me it's against my principles. But, by the
beautiful blue eyes of Irish girls if that doesn't
look like a bird. And J don't shoot bird's. I'vo
got to look up on fashions got to read about 'cm
got to know wlrnt the Ninoteen-Fourtoon Lady
only taken another form, tho more heavy
for being less selfish. I was Inside the
mystery now, in nctlon If not in knowledge-
What the root of the matter might
be, I knew no better than before, but
somehow, 1 had not been quito sincere In
saying that 1 did nut really care. It was
as If the nerve of curiosity had been
blunted in me through overstrain. And
I Itnew now that come what might, Lady
had begun to care for me, nnd that left
jllttlo In the world which ror myself I
couid tear, unly ror hor I feared every
thing; and the necessity of her remain
ing hero at the mercy of dangers which
I could neither dispel nor understand was
too heavy a burden for my frivolous eil
Joyment of adventure. I could not say
so, nor try again to persuade her away
from the fight. As her way was, she
had dropped my Interrupted protest Into
nothingness, as though It had nner btn
and my only comfort was the hope that,
knowing how wholly my blindfold loyalty
to them all was for her sake, might be a
secret help to her.
Beyond taking care that one of us
three men should be always In the house,
wo did nothing, so far as I knew, except
to await events passively. Dr. Held, of
course, went dally to his office, where ho
remained often until late In the after
noon, and Mr. Tabor, though I under
stood that he was retired from actle
business, made two or three all-day vis
Its to the city. What they might be doing
to safeguatd us from Caruccl or In af
fairs more Intimate to the situation, I
could not guess. At any rate, my own
periods of guardianship were generally
lonely; for .Mrs. Tabor was still too
shaken by our recent alarm to b much
out of her room, and Lady made occasion
of shopping to accompany her father.
Perhaps I was touchy; but It seemtd
that she avoided the strsln of being alone
with me, skating on thin Ice above emo
tion. Mrs. Tabor had gone to He down after
luncheon, and I was trying to forget In
a book the prospect of a long uninterest
ing afternoon within doors, when the tele
phone In the den across the hall began to
ring. I hurried across, with an Irritable
Impulse to shout, "Yea, I'm coming,"
and picked It up.
"Hello!" drawled the little voice. "Who
Is this?''
I gave thu number, with a mental re
servation concerning some unknown per
son's telephone manners.
"Yes, I know, but who's there? Who
is this speaking''"
(To He ( "ntln led Tomorrow J
Good News:
By ADA PATTEitSON.
In an obscure corner of a newspaper
were a few lines telling of the adventure
of a stret car load of Vai-sar college
girls. It shouldn't have been tucked
away to that ob
scure corner to be
overlooked by those
who read only tho
middle of their
newspapers. It
should have been on
tho first pags. It
should not have hern
a short story, but i
long one and It
should have been
dignified by com
ment on the editorial
page.
Tho trcet car hnd
s t r u 0 k and oer
turncd a tlelgh In
w hlch a laborer was
going to work The
girls Jumped off
the car and before the motorman and
Advice to the Lovelorn
ny IJEATrTcE FAIRFAX
1tp Hep Time.
Dear Mlis Fairfax: I am 19 and dearly
love a young lady two years my Junior.
I have told her that I love her, and she
says tho does not know what love m-ans.
but she cares for me a whole lot. What
I would like to know is should I try to
gain her love nr wait till eho Is older and
knows what love means. J B. H.
Phe does not know what love means
now. but Is on the way to acquiring th
Information, and If you remain her true,
good friend, and ar always considerate
of her. I am sure you will be the fortu
nate one to impart the knowledge.
II Vulvar.
Dear MU Fairfax: Kindly advise me
If It is proper for a girl, when speaking
to a young man, to touch his stick pin,
telling him it Is pretty, and to slap him
gently on the face In public B. C R.
Any familiarity like this Is extreme
vulgarity; there Is no excuse for It, and
only harm comes from It
is goinp; to look like. For it's quito likely that
this going by on the path of spring is girl I wish
T know if this is tho same Mother Eve that I got
and have been bringing down ever since! To
shot or not, that's my qusption."
Girls Becoming
conductor could get to the spot they Imd
n.ulotrd the horse, righted the sleigh,
pulled the workman out of the snow
drift and set him on his feet-
What is the significance of all this? It
is deeply significant that tho girls had
dono their work of rescue before the
motorman and conductor could get to
tho xpot. That Is the crux of the situa
tion, the nub of the argument. Tho girls
hm proved themselves "minute women,"
They wen; eriunl to an emergency. They
knew what to dp in time of danger.
They had exercised the Invaluable trait
of decision.
But th story crowded Into tho In
nlgmflcsnce of it comer had other weight.
It fxploded the silly old fallacy that
woin"n am timid. A few women lack
rourngr as a considerable number of men
Inch honefiiy. Hut moct women are brave
soIdlrrH under fire. These girls' brnlns
reglMered the danger ot the frightened,
plunging horse, of the heavy steel shod
runners of the old furhlnned sleigh, of
the peril to tho man Imprisoned beneath
the tlelgh.
Quickly hm a general commanding his
troops their reason look command of the
situation. Throe of the glils ran to the
horse's hrad raptured his loovoly hung
reins, patted his foam-flecked nose, said
plrasHnt things to him. in plras&nt
voices and brought to a halt his dangor
ous plunging and flnundertngs.
The other bevy watching for a mo
ment's paufce In the plundering!, lifted
tho sleigh out of the drift. Two laugh
ingly seized the dazod workman by his
arms and with all the strength of their
basket ball-hardened muscles drew him
out of his burial place and set him up-
3fe aNDEJRBILT Bofef
hirttfurth Jhvct east atcflark &fttenue,J)ork
WALTON H .MARSHALL, Msnagor.
An Heal Hotel with an Ideal Situation,
Summer Ifee?
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right once more. Afraid? Thoso weren't
the acts of cowards.
Would these girls have fled screaming
from a mouse? I doubt It. I know &
woman who catches mice with her own
hands, caresses them and makes pets ot
them. I admit most women would not do
this, but their horror of the diminutive
rodents I believe Is due to feminine fas
tidiousness, Women hate to handle th
unclean. Every well Informed woman
knows that mice are as filthy as flies
and arc notorious carriers ot disease,
Another renaon why that story should
have been In tho middle of the front
page of a newspaper to challenge every
m-nnncr of the printed sheet, Is that It
overturned one of the oldest mental
Images of women. It slashed out of
lecognltlon the old picture of won;
waiting for man to do and watching him
while he does the world's work. In
grained In these college girls was a cense
of responsibility. A life was In danger
They would save It and they did. Had
they waited for the arrival of masculine
help the workman's life might have been
dashed out beneath the horse's Irpn
hoofs. There was no time for parleying,
for conferences on what to do and how
to do it They were women soldiers In
the warforo of life and they rushed un
waveringly Into battle.
When you hear that girls waste their
tlmo at colleges, summon the vision of
the plunging horse, the overturned sleigh
or bright faces shining and resolute be
neath mortar boards. These girls at
least had trained their powers wjthln
college nails and had learned there the
greatrst are In the world, the art of
quick, correct thinking.
