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THE PROFESSORS MYSTERY
(WELLS HASTINGS
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS fey HANSON pOOTM
COPYRIGHT 1911 hy THE DOBDS'MERRILL COMPANY
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I'ror. urcifoy, wuit.iig ui u buumuan
station lor 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 tho
Alnslles. vwhen tho belated trolley comes,
tney stan. off together, to meet with a
wreck. Miss Tabor is stunned und Crosby,
assisted by a strange woman passengor,
restores her, finding ull her things save
a slender golden chain. Crosby searches
for this and finds It holds a wedding
ring. Together they go to the Tabors',
whero father and mother welcome the
daughter, calling her "Lady," and give
Crosby a rather strained greeting. Cir
cumstances fiuggest he stay over night,
mid he nwukcnH to find himself locked In
his room. Before ho can determine tho
cause he Is culled und required to leave
the 'house, Miss Tabor letting him out
and telling him she cannot see him again.
At the Inn where ho puts up fie notices
Tabor In an argument with a strange
Itulifn sailor. Crosby protects the sailor
from the croud 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 the
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. Miss Tabor greets him In a
strained way and tclla. him It Is her wlsji
ho leave and never try to sec her again.
JI says he will not unless Sho send fo'o
him. That night bIio calls him to Join
In a hprrlcd trip by auto tp few York.
Tho chauffeur does not appear to relish
the Journey, but Crosby flxe3 the 'ma
chine and they are driven Into a crowded
titnement district of the city. Hera they
ascended several flights of stairs, and
found the door at thp top blocked. Forc
ing It open, they discovered the body of
Sheila. Miss Tabor's nurse,' bleeding rrom
many wounds, but with signs of life.
Caruccl, thu strange Italian, who Is also
Hhella'a husband, Is in a. drunken Btupdr
in tho next room. The chauffeur
weakens, but Crosby carries tho Injured
woman down to, the car, and prepares to
drive It himself. Crosby succeeds In elud
ing' tho police, but tho' timid chauffeur
escapes. With no further adventure the
party reaches the Tabor home. Here
Crosby learns that Dr. Held Is married 10
Lady Tabor's sister. The details of the
adventure arc discussed, und the prpspect
of Its getting lntp the papers. Prosby is
informed that his former ejectment from
tho Tabor home had been a bluff. Tabor
explains hqw Sheila caroo to bo the wife
of Caruccl, 'and the trouble, the Itlnn
had niado for the family, Tho newspapers
canto with sensational accounts of the
affair, of tho night before, but ho 'rtnmfc?
of the persons' who, carried off Mrs.
Caruccl. Crosby and Mr. Tabor talk OVer
tho situation, and Lady la called to the.
door, where sho meets a prying and in
quisitive y-oUng man named Maclean, who
turns out to be a reporter, and a friend
of Crosby. Together they set about to
locate Caruccl and solvu the meaning Of
a threatening note received by-Tabar. The
man hunt leads them through a lot of low
saloons, frequented by Italians, where
CroBby finds twu suspicious looking men
nre also searching for Caruccl. MacLcan
informs' hint the' bll$ 'rtrVy asq Watching
Caruccl nnd his companion- Crosby con.
tults with Lady TabOr, when they are dis
turbed by screams In a room upstairs
He finds Mrs. Tabor badly frightened.
Evidence that someone has Just Jumped
from a wlndqw l apparent; at the dopf
he meets two men who had followed him
and MacLean on their manhunt. While
talking to them he is called to the tele
phone. Warned that Caruccl Is employed
In a nearby grading camp', Crosby goes, to
seek him, and gets Into a row, which is
Interrupted by Shnjla, who calms Caruccl
and sends Crosby back to the house,
where he meets Mrs- Tabor, who starts
to give him art explanation of the eltttar
tion.
CHAPTER XV.
Mental Heacrynt lona.
(Continued.)
I tried to play up to tho situation.
"It's Just the exaggeration of their care;
for you, I suppose. You haven't been
qulto well, and they yvorry needlessjy be
cause It matters fo much. Didn't you use
to feel the same way atjout Lady when
she was little and getting over the
measles"
The next Instant I realized that I
should hardly have used' the nickname;
but Mrs. Tabor did not soem to have
noticed my slip. She waa looking fixedly
out through the parted curtains as though
there was some one in the hall, and I
Instinctively glanced the same direction.
When I looked back again, she was stilt
distrait, am I went ont "And a.nyway,
it's splendid to ee you bo well at last."
She smiled. "I haven't really been
much laid up at all- I've only been a
little overtired. People worry about me
loo much. Mr. Crosby. I have a poor
heart, but I'm always pretty carefu of
myself; yet neither Mr, Tabor nor Lady
can seem to let me out ot their sight. I
doh't like It." .
Sho brushed the hair from her forehead
with a weary little gesture ot Impatience.
Bhe looked very much as a pretty spoiled
child might have. Yet I felt rather dis
loyal to the rest of them In' listening. Ot
course, Mrs. Tabor meant nothing; she
was merely tired and fretful; but still, I
did not like being made the confident of
these family petulances, Lady; I knew,
loved her mother devotedly, and so did
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Mr Tabor at least, he had given, every
evidence or affection.
How would you llko it. Mr. Crosby,"
sho added, "If you could never go out
for even a walk all nlono? And Mr.
Tabor has been acting so strangely nil
this whllo as If he and Lady shared some
secret that they were anxious to keep
from me of all people."
I was by now frankly embarrassed, and
I must have shown it. "I don't quite sec
why" 1 began.
"Are you in the secret, too?" sho asked
suddenly.
My hair prickled. "No, of course not,"
I stammered. "And I don't really tl)lnk
that thcro can bo any secret. Mrs. Tabori
or anything they would keep from you."
Yet 1 began to wonder whether sho were
acting clovcrly In ignorance ot how much
I really did know, or were actually
guarded from all knowlcdgo of the
admitted mystery. Whllo I scrambled
after u safe word. I heard tho crunch ot
wheels upon tho gravel.
"There they aro now," I said.
Lady and her father came hurrying Into
tho room with all the air of having como
homo merely to touch base, as the chil
dren ay; as If they but wished" to In
form themselves of developments before
starting out upon another quest. Lady
saw her mother first.
"Why, mother dear!" she cried- "We "
eho stopped.
Mr. Tabor coughed. "Where Is Walter?"
he asked.
"Indeed, 1 don't know," Mrs. Tabor
answered rather sharply. "What on earth
do you want of him?''
Mr- Tabor smiled slowly and expan
sively "I don't want him at all, my
dear; but I do .very much want my din
ner. Do you think It Is nearly ready?
Lady, supposo you poke things up In the
kitchen a little, if you can. I am nearly
furnished."
"Well," said, I, "I (tad nearly forgotten
tbout supper, and I believe wo aro to
have waffles at thq inn tonight," and I
got to my feet.
"Mr. Crosby, waffles or no waffles, you
are not to go," t,a!d Mrs. Tabor. "Hera
wo ate Just started upon a nice little
visit, and these ravenous people of mlno
como bursting li) from goodness knows
where or what, agil becln clamoring for
fopd. Since we must e,at, you are to cat
wlh us."
I said something conventional, with an
apqlogotjc glanpo at Mr. Tabor. He was
frowning at thp celling as It ho had not
heard.
It was hardly a comfortablo meal. 1
felt that I should not bp there, and that
tho others, thpush for no personal fault
of mine, were wishing mo out of the way;
while- Mrs. Tabor confined hor conversa
tion almost entirely tp me In a way that
madp me obvousy a bulwark against
them. Sho was bright and chatty enough,
but I could plainly feel'' the uneasiness,
under it; and aa the meal progressed sho
tjecame more uneasy 81)11, now and then
suddenly turning In her chair pr laying
down her fprli with Mfflc abrupt de
cisions that came to nothing, as if sho
were hesitating on tho brink of a plunge.
Twice slip stretched, out a hand tor
silence, listening over hou shoulder a mo
mcnt, and then h'Tfylnf hack ntR th,c
meaningless and disrupted conversation.
As wo were eating dessert, Dr. Rold
carac in. fpr a moment. That la, he fame
as far as th.e floor, pn4 I thought Mr.
Tabor made sonic sort of gesture to njm
below the table (op. At any rate, ho
turned on bis heel and left, after a
nervous word or two. I looked around tp
eep iirs. Tabor's tape set an4 stern,
every little prettiness of expression fled.
I must have stared, for she smiled after
a moment, and nodded, at me, mysteri
ously as f I ulono shared the secret of
tho dislike she had voiced In the after
noon. "Come, mother, "dear." Lady said softly.
"Here are tho rest of us nearly through,
and you've hardly touched your 'ice."'
Mrs. Tal)or looked up, vaguely apolo
getic. "Why, Miriam, I'm sure I beg
your panjon. ' she said. And very meekly
she took up her spoon.
Qf course it was the most natural slip
In the world, and meant absolutely noth
ing; but I could npt put put of tny mnd
the feeling that somo unrecognized bomb
had been exploded in our midst. I could
not be merely imagining Lady's deepening
color, nor tho nervous hurry wlfh which
she forced the conversation; Sir. Tabor
and I helping as best we might, and. at
best ungracefully. 1 could not shake off
that sense of a common consciousness
whose existence none pf us admitted, of
something vividly present In all our' minds
but not to be noticed In words, which
makes It so difficult for a-wh,ole company
to ijeep their countenancq In the face of
an untactful situation; the strain which
people feel when one unconscious bote
afflicts tho rest, when a stranger rushes
in upon the -heels qf an upfinlshed in
timacy, or wljen somebody makes an up
meptlonable slip of tho lopgue. I knew
that Lady and her father were embar
rassed by the same trifle which emljar
rasscd me; and through the laborious
unconsciousness of the next fow minutes,
the name of Miriam rang In all our cars
uptll Hie very ar spewed as It were to
grow heavy with thp weight qf her In
visible presence. Th,e tension grew mln
uto by minute us vyq talked, until I felt
as If I could hardly keep on. And Mrs.
Tabor, lopklpg up In a cpmfortless patuo
and finding us all ut gaze, broke doyy-n
entirely. Her eyes filled, ijnd she pushed
back her cbalr
"George, dear," she asked plteously,
"what Is the matter? What has come to
you all?" Then as Mr. Tabor hesitated
for an apswer. she turned H'h a despair
ing little gesture tq her daughter. "Tou
tell me what It Is, ijlriarn," sho cried.
Mr. Tabor, rose from the table. "With
your permission, my dear, Crpsby and I
will gq out and, smoke," he said. "There
Isn't anything tho matter. You only
fmaglno It; you need Lady tq tel you. bo."
Mrs. Tabor turned to me quickly. i'You
can smoke here Just as well," she said
hurriedly, "I like It- And be'ldes, you
are the only one who seems to have any
thing to say this evening. These other
dear stupid people are both acting aa If
we were sitting at baked meats Instead
of a pleasant ice. I can't Imagine what
has got Into them, unless they have som
dark secret of their own-" She was
rheerlng visibly as she spoke, but with
the est words her fare clouded again. I
did my best O keep the talk moving after
that, though heaven knows what I found
to ray And at last the meal as ovr
(To Pe c ontinued Tomorrow
My Sweethearts
'!! buve," quoth Betty to mc, "two everlasting sweethearts! And I canqpt
tell you which I love tho best, for I lovo one with tho 'wlierovcr I am clear acrostj
the world I sljall adoro you,' and the other with 'wherever you bo clear acroLS
the world I raUBt go with you.' One's big hand I havo gripped and held since 1
first staggered ajong on rolling llttlo feet with tho wind In my skilnny, feathery
halr. The hand of the othor Is u nw thrill "that closes on mine and draws, mo
into new country into pew lands, whoro tho sky hums bluer titan all blue; whoro
tho larks rise into its stunning tizuro, threading spldep. .notes as thoy go; where thu
grass Is deep and sweet and starred Illicit with love-blossoms; where tho golden
mist o dreams lies low and blinding. One Is wearing bare on tho top of lili
frosty head; there aro spider-web wrlnitles nt his eyes, und a mazo of amlly, whim
sical lines around his kind, tight mpnrli. Tho pther Is how can 1 'splain this
person to ypu? maybe my eyes aro swimming with dream uiid so I can't see right.
But straight and tall he stands, ruddy-brown and smooth, bold and daring and
keen-eyed, with youth's quick hand pu his shouldor, with ugllo feet that c,n
dance on icy floors with mo or climb ambition's twisting stony trail. With on I
havo uhumtned and laughed for twenty years, asking a squllllon questions, lean-
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The Give-Away
By DOJIOTHY DIX.
Fifty is tie rfUc-away ags with women.
It Is the psychological moment when llfo
calls a woman's bluff, and when she has
to put all of her cards down on the tabe,
facu up, so that all
the world may ttt
what she has and
Is.
All of her llttlo
pretenses, suddenly
fall to pieces all
her little subter
fuges suddenly be-
Icome transparent.
' Everything that
she has thought
and done and been
all her life rises up
' and claims her ap
its own.
I Youth, of itself.
Is an Impenetrable
dlgule that no
body cap fathom.
The greatest cop
nolsseur of llvfng pictures cannot tell
whether ypung girl Is going to mak a
beautlfuj woman or not, for practically
all young creatures are pretty. Every
girl of 18 has, tho dewy eyes, the fresh
complexion, the lustrous hair, that makes
what thp French call the beauty ot the
devil.
But when a woman Is to these evan
escent charms are all gone, and If she Is
still beautiful she must have been mod
elled by nature on as classical and en
during lines as u Qreek statue Fifty Is
'he give-anay for looks wh-n tho
I Merely prtltj woman a prottinesq dls-
Ave.
Fifty Is the Time When Life Audits Its Account With
u wumuii
iolves Into thin air, and she turns Into
a rag and a bone ami a hank of hair,
or elfc into the lvng sepiblanoe of :i
pornmbulatlng foather bpd.
Fifty U the gvp-ttway age about a
woman's Intoll'gencv. The high spirits of
youth and its childish curiosity often pass
cm rent for cleverness. Wo see a young
Clrl with he faco lit up with anlmail-m,
chattering n,nd laughing, and wo Judgu
her to be bright-
Wo kco her vividly Interested In koIii
about and taking part In every nev thine
that comes along, and wc Jump e.t the
conclusion Hint she is one of the woniun
vhu grayp life ut every point.
This may be true or It may not bo rue.
hu may havo Intelligence, or her sprlsht
liness may be Just the sprlghtllness of a
kltton that wears ofr when she reaches
maturity. There's no way of telling
whether the uparklo In a young girl's
ties thu light of Intelligence or the
freshness of Just being 18, but when a
woman Is 50 she gives away her moutal
status to the last fraction of a hair,
Hhe's got fifty years qf living behind
her, and It has either broadened her sym
pathies K that they take In tho universe
or ese they havo narrowed down to what
the neighbors wear and her grandchil
dren's teething. Oh. there's no hiding
ffom the public, whether you'v got
scrambled brains or good gray mattcr"ln
your hradpece when you are
Fifty Is the give-away age for women
about character You can't tell anything
about a girl's disposition from her far.
bcause there nrp no Hues o go by, just
by the !mt a woman Is 5Q her eve. '
emotion ha.n rlhed its story on i-r fae
Look ut the little flno jipei around
Copyright. 19H. International News
nnu ntt iucs n llulunci;
womniiK ejes, Qno glance will e you
whether they have l)n mudu there by
fifty year of smllng and good nature or
by fifty yar of fretting and worrylug.
Look at the curves uround her mouth.
It's tm trick ut nil ti tell whether they
are lines of tenderness antj 0ffecton i)r
thu bltloc linos of nagging and Jealousy
and 111 nuture. Thu very mouth thit liaa
kissed and ropforted takes on a d(ffotint
turn fioni tho one that has quurroled-
At U) a woman can no longer hide what
sho U spiritually. It conies cut In her
face ijndfr tho heaviest .VMffr H 1't'o
clalniH ltef In splto of hg njoa'. ta:
fullj cultivated manner. It's her .houahtu
anil hei attlludo toward 'life that make
a woman beautiful at W, and If ho s
thought uyll thought apd he" ftlritude
tni'.ard (ha woihl Is hard and 3Bfh njt
all I he umsuoiir and complexion unefltl.
lets In the world cat; help her.
Abqve al, W Is jie give-away age f r
wqmen as regards the affection of tho
about then). At M a woman's phyilcp!
fusclnatlons aie gone. She.
attract men with her beaqty bor phoun
acquainiances wun tpo lute of her youth.
It she holds her lamilv anil fr i i.
because she has bound them H her by a
lhnll.nn.1 unli... b.t.l. . t . .
..M"t- Mi',;.uiu ut uj gononess
and helpfulness and IcnderniWJ.
We h'ar a lot about mdde-ag. wr-nun,
loslpg their husband's love, .id wit a!
trlbuto It to the wc-Tien' waning pul
ehrllude, but no man evor forsakes
wife of SO who halt hrnr n.n, n-ni.
--" -- -..
and who has always 5n hi not falth-
e .1 . . .. . '
I luiuuut pmi uKrm-a ( j ,n mi)ni HI
jNo mlildltsged woman tni ha-i lx-cn a
good friend to the i oil ever lacs
friend when the If 50,
$ By
Servlc
Ing and listening, holding tho board that Uo drove the nail. Into, reading bin book
over bis shoulder, trampling with him through the breezy country silences. Win
ouo my comradory has just begun, our hands have only Just met avid our feet
fallen Into step Qn tho road that winds and turns and sings away whither? And
spmotiniea, when wo turn our heads und lock our winded hands still cjpser nnd
look deep Into one- another's stranger-lover eyes with sober Hps (and we stumblu
doing this), why, forget my ong, long chumming with my older Lovo! Wnn
one, I have known homo nnd lived .. guarded garden. With tho other I will
know tho bltter-tjwoet of loving a wild, free laud and perhaps a dove nest In thi.
end that I shall hol to build. WltJi ony I havo always takon: wth thq other
mtHt also give, I am the 'Baby' or tho ono, and tho other ho Is mine (for all
men are. llttlo boys, and the woman win loves thorn mothers thorn). In ono'n
eyes 1 look, an,d find there strong, deep, 3plendld loving-love for me unthinking,
unselfish, unending, tonder. AnrJ then--and then I turn my face about and
search my other lover's eyes. And thore I find Jove, too passion and caressing,
glimpses pf- my House of Life and all tho wordless things that Uo under the
ajch of Love's hurrying rosy feet.
"Two swoothcarts havo I and thoy llko each othor." NULL BRINKLEY.
Advice to
By UKATHICJ3 FAmiW.X
Tlierf Is -No Much Lnn,
Par MUs Fairfax: Is there a law In
the PnlUd Hlatcs that t-an comwl u wlfi
to tiy in Ihn hoiitii from morning til,
night unless her husbatid takes her qut.
A IIEA11T r'HSTWKKU WFK.
Thupk heaven, there l no such law
but fliere are laws providing puiiIhIi
ment for all men who treat tholr wives
with cruelty. Indifference and neglect
Tell Jilm of these laws and don't i?
afraid.
Hutb.
Dear Mtss Fairfax: I am twenty and
keeping company with a very pretty girl
Whq Is tbe only child of a widow. Upon
remarking the uncommon whiteness ot
her hands the other day, she said Hint
the uttrlhuted It to he fact that jier
mother nevtr lets her do housework,
even cleaning her shoes for her, apij
taking them off for her on muddy days.
po you think a girl who would ask
her mother to do these things for her Is
nqturatly selfish, or docs It In this rase
prove a spoiled child? ISNCIAaUD.
Uhe Is spoiled, which means that she
3b ANDEHBILT 3of el
Qjhirtlfburth direct east aZdark Grftkmue.TfcvIorJt
"WALTON H .MARSHALL. Mnaer.
An Ideal Hotel with an Ideal Situation.
Summer lazier
Nell Brinkley
the Lovelorn
Is selflrh. The happiness of the man
who marries such a girl 's most un
certain. "Mia."' I.f All Jleaiia.
Dear lls Fairfax! I work In a shop
wih a number of older ladles und we
had an argument -over what we should
call them. My their first name or "Miss.'
as I am a good deal younger than they
C. A, 1.
It would bo disrespectful under thh
rlreumetrini'cs to call them anything but
"Mss" Smith or "Miss'1 Jones.
If friendship warrants a more Iqt
mate -mode of address it la pleasing
style to rail an older woman " Mis
Jane or ".VJIrs" Mary.
(ilvr Hor an Kuirai(emenf Ftlnp.
Dour Miss Fairfax; I ,im keening com-
I puny with a young lady, Is it proper for
me to give her a diamond ring, or will
my other kind of rlny do? MhYRK
po you moan to marry her? Then hy
all means give her un engagement rlng
u dlapiond if you can afford It. If she
loves you any rlrg you give her will seem
beautiful.
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