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THE BEE: OMAHA, TUESDAY MAY 12, 1914.
THE PROFESSORS MYSTERY
Two of the Latest from Paris
Fully Described ibj
(WELLS HASTINGS 2 BRIAN HOOKER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS hy HANSON BOOTH
conrnioHT i9n wthe dobds-merriu. company
I 11 U II II 3
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
Prof. . Crosby, wait ng at suburban
station for a trolley car to take him to
tho Alnslles, where he had a social en
gagement, encountered Miss Tabor, whom
ho had! met at a Christmas party the
winter before. She. too. Is Invited by the
Alnslles. vhen the 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 glvu
Crosby a rather strained greeting. Cir
cumstances suggest ho stay over night,
and he awakens to find himself locked' In
his room. Before he can determine thu
cause he Is called and required to leave
the house, Miss Tabor letting him out
and telling htm she cannot see him again.
At the Inn where he puts up he notices
Tabor In an argument with a strange
Italian sailor. Crosby protects the sailor
rrom tne crowd at the inn Hpa goes on
to the Alnslles. where he again encouu
ters Miss Tabor, who has told her hosts
ford And go through all the stores. Might
have gone shopping. I'll come right up
and stay at the house myself."
"How about Mr. Tabor?" 1 asked.
"All right. No need to nlat-m him. Not
a bit. I'll call him up later, If necessary
Hut, of course, we'll find her at once.
Hurry up and net started. Always best
to act nt once. Sure to be all right. Don't
wait for me."
It occurred to nic as 1 started out that
Dr. Reld did not have a very high opin
ion of my ability. H was one of those
cocksure men who confine tnelr surenes
mostly to their own mental processes.
Well, we should see; and If 1 found my
self right.' I promised Cnruccl a beating
that would dampen his black hand Imag
inings for some time to come.
My first move on leaving the house was
to call tip Now York from the telephone
booth at tho Inn. I was lucky enough
to find Maclean at the office of his papr.
"Say, Mar." asked hint, "what did
yon make of that dago story?"
"NuthlnV Mac sniffed. "Nothln' at all.
The gum-shoes think he croaked his old
woman, an' they're wnltln' fcr him to
give himself or nomcbody else away, you
see? Then they'll grab him. Course, I
could have told 'em she was alive: but
then that might have brolignl you people
In, an' besides, those fellows wouldn't
come across for me. Reciprocity's my
I cry. an always has been."
I "Well, do you know where 1 can find
noth'.ne of her former meeting with tho
professor. The two are getting along very our friend? I want to talk to him
well, wnen ur. waiter Held, -miss laDor s , .gure r fou,i him invself but he
half-brother, appears and bears her away. , .rt . 1 lou"a "1, J J' tJ I
Crosby returns to the Inn and demandB wouldn't scare for a darn. Said Tabor
to see Miss Tabor. Reld refuses, but had his wife all right, and nbt one of you
jrosny declines to go until sne tens mm l dared touch him. You'll find Mr. Glus-
herself. Miss Tabor greets him In a
strained way and tells him It Is her wish
he leave and never try to see her again.
He says he will not unless she send fo
him. That night she calls him to Join
In a. hurried trip by auto to New York.
The chauffeur does not appear to relish
the Journey, but Crosby fixes the ma
chine and they are driven Into a crowded
tenement district of the cky. Here they
ascended several flights of stairs, and
found the door at the top blocked? Forc
ing It open, they discovered the body of
Sheila. Miss Tahor's nurse, bleeding tront
many wounds, but with signs of llf.
Caruccl, thu strange Italian, who la also
Sheila's husband, Is In a drunken stupor
In the next room. The chauffeur
weakenr, but Crosby carries the Injured
woman down to the car, and prepares to
drive It himself. Crosby lucceci In elud
ing the police, but the timid chauffeur
escapes. With no further adventure the
party reaches the Tabor home. Here
Crosby learns that Dr. 'Reld Is married to
Lady Tabor's sister, The details of tho
adventure ore discussed, and the prospect
of Its getting Into tho papers. Crosby !s
Informed that his former ejectment from
.the Tabor home had been a blurf. Tabor
explains how Sheila came to be the wife
of Caruccl. and the trouble th Italian
had made for the family. The newspapers
ccme with sensational accounts of the
affair of the night before, but no names
of the persons who carried off Mis.
Caruccl. Crosby and Mr. Tabor talk oyer
the situation, and Lady Is called to th?
door, where she meets a prying and in-,
nulsltlve young man named Maclean, who
turns out to bo a reporter, and a friend,
of Crosby Together they set about to
locate Caruccl and solv the meaning of
a threatening note received by Tabor. The
man hunt leads them through a lot of low
saloons, frequented by Italians, where
Crosby finds two suspicious looking men
are also searching for Caruccl. MacLean
Informs him the police are also watching
Caruccl and his companion. Crosby con
sults with Lady Tabor, when they are dis
turbed by screams In a room upstairs
w finds Mrs. Tabor badlv frightened.
Evidence that someone has Just Jumped
from a window Is apparent; at tho door
he meets two men who had followed him
and MacLean on their manhunt While
talking to them he Is called to the tele
Now Read On
4 Dlsnppenrancc and nn Encounter.
"This i Mr. Tabor's house," said I,
sharply. "Do you want some one In par
ticular, or will you leave a message?"
It may have been partly the voice wnlch
annoyed me. a thick, soft voice un
naturally sweet in Us inflection, a voice
like the caress of a fat hand. I thought
there was a trace of foreign accent, but
that might be Imagination.
"Oh might I speak with Mrs. Tabor,
"Hold the lino a moment." said I; and
as I turned, theie was Mrs. Tabor herself
In tho' doorway.
"Is It for me?' she asked. "You know,
I'm sure it's the very same person I was
going to call. Telephone calls cross that
way all tho time, just like letters."
I 'left' her, and went back to my book.
A 'few minutes later Sheila came In.
"Mrs. Tabor" she began. Then with
an astonished look about the room, "Why,
where Is she?"
"She was In Mr. Tabor's study, tele
phoning, a moment ago," I said. "Is any
thing the matter?"
"She never came upstairs again at all.
Will she be out around the garden any
where, Kwonder? Would you mind look
ing, sir, while I'll be seeing If She's in the
I searched not only the garden, but the
entire grounds; and I did it with hurried
thoroughness and a growing anxiety.
Sheila's alarm when I returned put an
edge upon my own.
"Ah, the saints preserve us, what'll we
do now, with Mr. Tabor away In the
city an' that black villain of mine run
nln'. around the country after us? If
It's him has anything to do with her"
"Nonsense!" I said uneasily. "She's
probably only gone over to one of the
neighbors. You'd better telephone Dr.
Reld, while I go and see."
But Sheila refused absolutely to use the
telephone. "I never did like them things,"
he said, "a little ugly voice In your ear
out of nowhere, like a ghost. Ah, I
know they're all right, but I wouldn't
6o I called up Reld myself. He plunged
In and took Immediate command of the
situation with his usual busy efficiency;
but I could see that he was alarmed.
"Probably Just gone to one of the neigh
bors. Certainly, No occasion for any
uneasiness. None at alt. I'll just call up
th people she might be with, and be
ure, fllad you told me. Quite right,
Had you told nie"
"You don't think there's any ihance
"Not the least No chance at all. Still,
you might scout around the neighbor
hood bit and fee of you see anything
of him And tell trhella to gc to 8tam-
eppe workln' on the railroad, all the live
long day that new trolley rmbnnkment
we passed on the line. They have- a
guinea romp back In the woods a piece.
Say, Laurie, course your friends are all
right, an' It's none o' my business; but
they smell fishy to me a mile off. If I
was ypu. I'd duck out right now. There's j
some nigger In this wood pile that we I
don't know anythln' about, you see?"
"Thanks, Mac." I said. "I know better
than that, though, Thpre's no trouble."
"Well, I'm only tellln' you what I
think. That guinea put up a long howl
to me about the old man that I wouldn't
use and didn't more'n half believe; but I
want to see you about It when you come
In town, all the same. Say, you ain't
sore, are you?"
'All right, old man," said I; and I hung
up the receiver.
Maclean's warning came too patently
from his point of view on the sinister
surface of the situation to give mo th
slightest additional uneasiness; but It
made me all the more determined to talk
w!th Caruccl and at least learn whatever
ho thought he knew, even though he
should prove Innocent of Mrs. Tabor's
disappearance., I took the trolley to the
nearest switch, and walked a couple o'f
hundred yards between It and the new1
embankment. Construction was In full
blast, Rnd about seventy-five Italians
swarmed over the work under the direc
tion of lordly Irish foremen. I sauntered
about the place with as much Idle curios
ity as I could assume, stopping to watch
little groups, going from place to place,
even making a second round; but no Ca
ruccl was to be keen. One or two of the.
man glanced at me with what I imagined
was a certain sullen susplclont but that
may havq been purely Imaginary. From
the embankment I cast about for tho con
struction camp. The nearest woded spot
that I could sco was half a mile or so
across country, and I made toward this,
skirting a little swamp or so, and climb
ing an occasional fence. As I went along,
I made moro and more sure that I was
right; for a trodden path developed, and
fence rails were broken or left carelessly
out of place.
With the ugly huddle of tin-roofed huts
In sight, I came upon Caruccl; or per
haps I should say that he came upon me.
He came running to meet me down the
pathway, with a sort of rolling, dancing
gait that would have been very funny had
I not known him.
"Whata you want?" he shouted, "Go-a
"That Is what I am asking you," I said
in Italian. "You know well enough that
your wife can come to you whenever ehe
pleases. What do you want of Mr.
He hud stopped a little way from me.
pulling off his jacket, and throwing It
over his left arm. Now he showed hi
teeth in a mechanical grin.
"Come-a here," he grunted,
He must have been drunk to
that I had not seen the knife.
half a dozen quick steps, my hands open
ing and shutting, and as soon as I was
within reach, I dived. I had him by the
knees with a shock that reminded me
that I was growing older; and aa he
sprawled on his buck, I sprang away from
him, and with a kick that must have
nearly broken his fingers, sent the knife,
spinning away behind him. He was upon
his feet In a second, and I looked tor him
at my throat. Instead, he threw his
Jacket full in my face, and leaped after
it. I could feel his teeth gripping at the
muscles of my upper arm. It was fight
ing of a new kind for me, and I kneed
him Joyfully in the stomach, tearing with
my free arm at that Jacket- which blinded
me. For a moment he fell away, and I
hurled the mat from me, and struck him
In the mouth; then again, my shoulder
behind It; and he went down with a.
grunt. I flung mystlf promptly on top of
him, clutching him by the throat. Then
an arm was thrown about my neck from
behind, while a strong hand gripped at
"Y murtherln' baste, ye black scun,
lave him alone, ye limb av hell, come out
I shook myself roughly free, and whirled
about to face the unexpected.
"Why Sheila." I cried, "how in the
world did you get here?"
"Ol had me rasons, an' 'twas holgh
time." She was very angry, and her
brogue was faint no longer. " 'TIs a swate
blayguard yo are, an' bad cess to ye,
ethrlkln' a bit av a lad half the solxe
I glanced at the burly Caruccl and
laughed. The murder had died out of
his eyes, and he scrambled to his feet,
"This seems to be rather a family meet
ing," I said, and pointed behind me to the
shanties. ' Perhaps we had better be
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
One of tho French masters of design tn fomlnlno woar In respon
sible for this charming capo on the left.
Made of red duvetyn, it fastens in front by means of two moire
ribbons, which cross ovor tho chest, again at the back of tho waistline
and loop in front before they end in a finish of two long silk tassols lu
scarlet and ecru.
The capo proper is made of two pelerines that gather Into a pialn
yoke collared in black moire.
Each pelerine, or flounce, is trimmed in white bands of embroid
ery in ecru tones.
This model is particularly charming for wear with a mid-summer
frock of white and pastel shades, but it will prove a useful adjunct to
the wardrobe for both spring and fall. Openings for, the arms give 1
an added touch of comfort.
Period gowns may bo in high favor for the street and tho after
noon tea, but when it comes to evening gowns tho dressmaker of talent
permits hor artistic fancy to sway her designs regardless of dates and
periods, t may be that classic drapery will Boon rule; it is possible,
that the hour of the darted and flttqd bodice is near, but the evening
dress follows no rule but the artistic fancy of its designer.
For example, this little frock of coral crepe do solo on the right.
Tho tunic is accordion-plaited; it hangs on the nrc.k in a straight band,
fastened at tho waist by two gold tassels nnd a cord of dull gold,
The small sloevo Is unplatted and has a cuff of tho material.
Gold fringe borders the tunic, and below this falls a second tunic
cut circular and also bordored by the fringe. This falls InVlcep point
front and back over a foot flounce of accordion plaiting.
i. o . .1
Tie Inn"-. Tholr Porl'ollltSes.
Think of the women you have known
with heautlful hands they are not many,
Ms it not so? And yet what Is more ap
pealing nnd what element- of feminine
'btnuty remains lonccr In memory?
j American women aro astonishingly
' carclcta of the possibilities of beautiful
hand, and yet, os a rule, their hands are
small and well-shapcd. This Indifferent
', way como from tho fact that wo arc a
i rare of workers, nnd. whether the neces
' utty for manual labor Is apparent or not,
we think of the hands prlmarly aa an
i utilitarian part of the body. Yet, this la
i no valid reason why n. hand should not
t heautlful as well say that the faco
leheuld not be beautiful bocatise It must
reflect difficult mcntot processes.
I In European countries the custom II for
j young men to kits tho hand of an older
i woman to whom they are under social
obllgnYons. Perhaps that Is why the
women of the haul monde In these coun
tries take great pains to preserve the
i beauty of their hands, regarding them as
I the last surviving symbol of feminine at
tractiveness. They leallxe that the charm
! of a beautiful hand Is beyond and out
i living the nllure of youth. Just as with
. t'.'eve ladles of the old school tho Instinct
; to please outlives wrinkles and gray hair.
Recently an actress who had been a
most popular soubrette In her younger
days trade a revival of one of her popu-
lar roles for a charity performance, 8h
! was far too old for the part, no skill of
I aattns could mako her admirers deny
1 that, but her tiny hands were still lovely,
j nnd. how beautifully she used themt That
jthla was all left of her youthful beauty
1 dirt not seem sad, for many years had
passed since she was young, and thla
one charm stood out so clearly.
Mote Lesson VIII la divided Into five
parts and should be rend throughout to
obtain full Information on the subject.
(Lessen VIII to bo continued.)
Advice to the Lovelorn
ny Beatrice" Fairfax.
Yon Aro Too Voting;.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in
1.. . ...4,1. n all mil!, amnllnr thnn 1
and the Rang always kid mo about It
whenever I take her out, but I will not
I give her up. This June I am going to
work on a farm with a pal. Dp ypu think
' It Is wise ta marry her and take her with
'me? We are both 17 years of age. Her
I parents object because she Is Irish and
t am Dutch, C. R. 11.
Her slse makes no difference. You are
tnn i-ntinir. and If vou were older I would
beg that you do not marry until you
have, by devotion to tho girl and to
work, overcome her parents' objection.
Prove yourself a man first.
Dear Miss Fairfax! 1 am a young man
of a and am in love with a girl two years
my Junior. Last night I proposed to her
and sho said she loved me and if I could
got the consent oi ner umtr
marry me. I am not on good terms with
him. no vou advise me to elope, as sne
Is willing B1-
The thing for you to do is to gei on
good torms with her father. Prove your
worthiness to him. and an elopement will
not bo necessary.
Copyright, 19H, by the Star Company.
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Once upon a time I put an idea as old
aa Ood, and as largo as the universe, into
simple and compact form for tho benefit
of the ordinary mind, just aa o homeop
athlst puts strong
small pills for the
benefit of those
who cannot, or will
not, assimilate big
I doses of drugs
Here Is my )oetical
Out from the tomb
crept vice with
"I am Hereditarj
he cried, "whom
all men fear1
I sleep, but d e
not. When fate
calls I come
And generations at
my touch sue-
I A Inftv khnnp rna
sudden In his path.
It cried, "You lie!" and struck at him
Hereditary, the braggart, stark and still,
Fell prostrate at the feet of Mighty Will,
Now comes a protest from a physician.
"I write you because I believe your
faith to be wrong, In direct antagonism
to the grand Idea of an omniscient and
omnipotent Creator, and, moreover, be
cause I believe that Its universal ac
ceptance would lead to untold suffering,
disease and death. This much science
In order to prove his "grand" Idea of
an omniscient and omnipotent Creator, I
am sorry to say, the good doctor sent me
a whole pago of hla protest In verse, of
which one stanza will suffice to show his
Hted this. Will. Though seeming dead at
your bold stroke,
Hereditarj' s no braggart and shall rise
To harrow the world with sin and pain.
Or blexs It with noble minds and hearts
I have known scores of human beings
who were yoked like cuttln to their load
of belief In the hopelessness of their In
heritance, and who "died as the fool
dtuth," either physically or morally, be
cause they expected to.
1 know h woman today who believes
she "inherited" consumption through two
generations of ancestors, and who la
faithfully Inviting it to make her the
' But there are others, whom It U a
'gn-aler Inspiration to know,
j One is a robust woman of 60, the only
survivor of a family of consumptives. At
sixteen she was declared to be In the
grasp of the disease. One day shA fell to
thlrklng. and God "Illuminated" her mind
with a great truth.
Sho said to herself:
If I Inherit a bodily disease from my
parents, do I not Inherit divine health
from Clod? He made my soul, and He
must wish me to be well! I will be "
SJie began to breathe. Until this time
shn had used only a few cells of her
Ungf-afrald of the fresh air becauss sba
"Innerlted" weak lungs.
Then she practised gentle calisthenics
and Increased the exercises gradually, hhe
took no medicine, because she had all
her life taken them to no avail. Hhe be.
lleved In her divine right to health, and
sh-i obtained robust healtn.
No matter what we do not know ot
God and the beginning, this we do know
that some Intelligence greater than the
mind of man conceived and executed this
tremendous and glorious scheme ot
Kvery part nf the universe Is a part
of that cause.
Science for Workers
By EDGAR LL'CIEV LARK IN.
j scopu would
het be developed at the
Q. A starts from .San Francisco, going
west, H says when A crosses the inter
national date line he will be going east.
Who U right?
A. Mr. n is wrong, the only way to
stop going west and go east is to turn
entirely around through ISO degrees. When
I was a diminutive being I heard that the
sun sets In the west. Start from Han
Francisco, going due west, walk forever,
and you will face sunset West forever.
Q. L'pon putting a brick on a pair of
scales, which then Indicate the weight of
ten pounds here on earth, then If scales
and brick In surh state, being carried to
a remote placo In infinite apace, where
gravity does not exist, how much would
the scales Indicate there '
A -Ten pounds no change
tould view the sun throuCh a great tele- Pclnt of a aeale
A Yes, but the great solar physicist.
S. P Lankley, upon turning the larga
telescope in Allegheny, Pa., observatory,
to which was attached the most sensi
tive bolometer ever made, able to detect
one-mllllonth of a degree of heat, was Just
able to detect a trace of heat from the
roloesal suns A returns, Vega and Strtus,
he could detect by the sensitive platinum
nerve, thinner than hair, the presence of
hrat, but the Intensity was too small to
measure with arcurscy
Of course, take thn same tele bolometer
to these suns, turn around and look at
our sun, and no trace of Its heat energy
could be tctected, our sun being so murn
smaller, and it is cooler than the great
suns mentioned It would look like the
livery star has a purpose; every human
life has a purpose.
The star knows and obeys; man Ig
nores and rebels.
liut once let him know and obey and i are "the
reallie his higher heredity and live up j comes,
to it. and he becomes a part of omnlpo- j
tence- I 1
Ho Is a crown prince thereafter and
helps direct his own destiny.
In spite of the protest of my correspon
dent, I do no1- think this belief Is pe
nlclous, or that IIh acceptance can lead
to "dlseano and death." Quite the con
trary. I know that It overcomes disease,
poverty and misery when It is persisted
As for death, that Is only a part of
eternal life, and we do not want to over
Therefore doctors and medicines have
their placo In the world. Men will need
physicians until they learn their true re
lation to nature. Then they will know
how to heal themselves.
It is a beautiful thing to die. hut It
is a terrible thing to be sick, poor and
miserable while you live.
Let man lenrn that he Is heir to health,
happiness and plenty.
They are his. They belong to every
one of us. I,et every soul whoso eye,
scans these lines believe he In to be well,
happy and prosperous, because It Is his
right. Expect It and work for It. It will
be done through you. not for you.
The woman who cured consul ptlon
breathed and exercised while she declared
health was her divine inheritance.
There Is no noble height thou canst not
All triumphs may be thine In time's
If. whatao'er they fault, thou dost not
faint or holt,
nut lean upon the staff of God's security.
Dear MUs Fairfax: I am 17 years olo
and have kept company with many young
men. .... . .
rn. tham ft!) vmfi old) has asked
I me to marry him aa soon aa he is able
to support a wife, I like him better than
1 any of the rest.
Do vou think this Is the right man, at
am I too young to know? Or Is It the
sort of affection commonly called "puppy
It Is puppy love nothing more nor less.
The chance are you will think a dozen
right man" before he really
Men Pay Homage
to Mother's Friend
Earth has no claim the sou) cannot con
test; Know thyself part of that eternal
And naught ran stand before they splr.
The soul's divine inheritance Is best.
"I am not surprised to observe tAo
number of men who come Into the store
to purchase 'Mother's Friend,' " remarked
a leading druggist.
Tho expectant mother if she hasn't
heard ot this splendid embrocation is
probably not reading the papers to much
extent. And if she doea It la a happy
thought to send hubby to the drug; store.
"Mother's Friend" is applied externally,
over the abdominal muscles.
It Is a gentle, soothing lubricant, pens
tratea to tho ftno network of nerves
beneath tho skin and haa a marked
tendency to relievo tho muscular strain
to which these broad, flat abdominal
muscles aro subjected. The cords, ten
dons and ligaments are thus permitted to
stretch without the corresponding surface
strain so often Involved during the period
of expectation. Aud particularly to young
mothers Is this remedial application ol
inestimable value since In thus keeping
the muscles firm but pliant It enables
them to co through the ordeal without
Iteeratton of the epidermis often the cast
when this gentle attention is neglected.
"Mother's Friend" is highly recom
mended by a host of women. Writi
Krsdneld Itegulstor Co., 403 Lamar Bids
Atlanta, Ga... and we will send you a vol
uablo little B.00& to expeotant mothers.
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