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TUF BICE, OMAHA. ITEKDAY, MAY 19, 1914. - Ambition's Trail And the End! By Nell Brinkley Mademolscllo Gallant-Heart turned her eye to the high, gold summit of Ambi tion. Above all the miles of brown earth ant! homely things, folks who dug In earth and mated, saved and ate, and slept, und clutched little gru y hands tight In theirs all this was valley coun try, you sec above this valley country of peaceful, unglorlfled things loomed against the deep blue sky the thin, shim mering, dream-veiled, luminous pinnacle of Ambition! And the girl with the. gallant-heart sniffed in her nostril the odor of the laurel crown and walked like one In a night dream, unseeing, through the valley and into the rocky trail that mounted llko a frail bit of ribbon flung by the white hand of a god up the great wall of the Mountains of Fame. You sen, the girl could write, and, somebody aid, marvellously! So she tucked her sheets of "stuff" under her bravo, round arm and set a small foot to the long trail. Well, there were tears, a-course, and the sweat of her temples ran Into the salt of tho tears, and made one river down her chin, and she stubbed her toes and scuffed out the shine of here ".Mary Janes" many, ninny times. .Sometimes site fell and her hair grew tangled and fell over hci hot. straining ryes, and the dust of the trail settled on her brightness and tarnished the gilt of her hair. And sometimes; tho wind-bent grass and shrubbs she tugged at to drag her hand-breathing little body up over a stlfflsh pluco avc way and ripped out by tho roots. It was pretty bad, but through the tears and tho sweat the rose-liued, blinding height soared sweet to her eyes'! Po she tolled like a wild bee with the first wind of winter ruffling his wings. And one bright day when the way was smoother and the summit standing clear and close in the crystal air, on the last hurrying stretch, she lifted her eyes from the trail and out from the. gloom of the hillside forest that closed In hero on her path a man stepped strongly, and stood half smiling with a beckon nnd a call In his eyes, his brown arms strong for lov ing and labor, youth painted on his lips and lean cheekbone, and bin heart puls ing away under the skin of his shli How did she know this was the forest of romance, and that the way of nmbltlo for a maid must wind through Its swell hound shadow for a space? And that heaps ii f the Knllant-hcnrted Had left the train right here? She couldn't, you see. Toil know the end. Her sheets of wonder work lay In tho dust, forgotten, tho vision of the luminous peak faded out of her conjured eyes, and she turned to met the man! And when he wound his fingers close In hers and faced her about for the penco of the valley country, she went gaily at his side, snuggled close, and singing a little song about Marpessn, who Jilted a god for a man! On down In the penco of the valey country, where are homely thins, folks who dig In the earth, and mate, aave and sleep, and clutch little grubby fingers tight In theirs, the girl with tho gallant heart sat heneath her wide roof-tree with the end of the trail In the- hollow of her nrml And sometime she lltted her eyes nnd saw lifted against tha deep-blue sky the thin, shimmering drenm-vetlcd, pinnacle of the mountain of Ambition! Hut Its lure was gone and It struck no flro In her eyes and heart "I went half way," she laughed to the nan from the woods of romance. "I lost and yet I won! Some day I may help you to win there, my very dear." -NELL imiNKLBY. Baby of Future is Considered Much thought has been given In late years to the subject of maternity. 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"Mother's Friend" is sold in all drug tores. Write for book. BradfleW negula toc Co.. 411 Lamar Bide Atlanta. Ga. WHEN A WAV FROM HOME The Bee is The Paper yott ask fori 1' rn plan to be absent more than a few days, bare The St mailed to J on. THE PROFESSORS MYSTERY 9y WELLS HASTINGS ADRIAN HOOKER. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS by HANSON BOOTH COPYRIGHT 1911 by THE HOBOS MERRILL COMPANY You Can Begin This Great Story To-day by Reading This First ' Trof. Crosby casualty encounters at a suburban trolley station Miss Tabor, whom he had met at a Christmas party, both being bound for the Ainsleys, On the way thes trolley is wrecked-, near tho Tabor home, and there Crosby goes to spend the iilght. After retiring he Is summoned and turned out, to find ac commodations at a nearby Inn, no ex planation being Riven him. He en counters Mr. Tabor In a heated debate with a rough looking Italian the next day, and learns the Italian Is one Caruccl. Later at the Ainsleys he meets Miss Tabor again, and they are getting on famously, when Or Walter Hold. Mlts Tabor's stepbrother turns up, and carts her off home. Crosby is warned he must not try to see Miss Tabor again Ilfl persists, anil is Invited to accompany her on a midnight trip to tho city, where they rescue Sheila, Miss Tabor's old nurse, from the effects of an assault committed on her by f'arurci, who turns out to be Sheila's husband. In escaping from the city with Sheila, they have a brush with the polio, but avoid being detained or Identified. This gets the newspapers Into the game, and one of tho reporter, who comes closest to the trail, turns out to be Maclean, an old pal of C'rosbv's, who is persuaded to sup press the Tabor nanv, and to assist in cleaning up the mystery. In the moan- i urn wroy Koiien mm me koo.1 ! graces of the Tabor family, has learned that it Is Margaret who wedded Dr. Held, whllo he Is in love with Miriam. who answers to the family pet name of' working with a gang of graders near the1 It was like tho singing of children In -ih Tabor home, and manage to stir up I tonelevs unison, in it. .irn-r.,1 riniiHH quite a row with hint, when Sheila Inter- .,., .,.,, "f". . . . . V. Crosby returns to tho Tabors, i " "ul" ,u "J'c venes. where he gets Into an intimate conversa tlon with Mrs. Tabor, only to bo Inter rupted by I.ady nnd her father. As a result of the conversation that followed Lady Is left with her mother, who seems unduly excited, while Crosby and Mr. Tabor go to have a smokn and talk over the situation. Tabor explains that his wife's health has been shuttered since tho death of a daughter several years prior, and that conditions are becoming unbearable. Caruccl Is the storm-center, and they agree that he must be gotten rid of Sheila Is to help. Crosby goes back to town and encounters MacLean, who has dug up some Information as to Caruccl. MacLean explains the situation, that Is leading up to the solution of the mystery. It Involves a visit to a spiritual Ittlc seance, which Crosby makes under CdacLean's guidance. Now Read On ? ? ? ? ? , i . J j ii. CIIAPTF.U XV The n Name. Mahir the Uordrrlnnil, unit (Continued.) "Are we all right. Mrs. professor asked. "All right-all right-" :o-id the .med ium; "conditions are ,;ovl tortay-I can teei -em comin' alruady sing to somebody." The old gentleman in tha cornir made a dull sound that inlaht hive betn a snort cc a suppressed cough. On nf I ho women began to Mns Huwane.j Hiver Just above her bralli. an 1 ihe others me, lLal He and Ma. lean locate Carucci Jc,llej '"' half-h unim n ;. half-' r"i nlnt uusura resemuiance or the fceno to n game of Jenklnn-I'p avc the llnnl touch of Incongruity. These ne ,)', nr borne of thm at least, awaitel Hit very pns enco of the dead; all 'ero in ipivst ot the supernatural or the unknown. Hcie were the dimness, tho 'iukIIu ''ns -.'n, the Impalpable weight of mutuality, ho rt- ntosphore of a coming ctIjis: and this ir he commonplace room, t bsed up for the summer, with the traffic of the ave nue outside and the commonplace poople within. Incongruous in their ordinary clclhcs, fitting wiih th.-lr hands upon a tablo and humming a hackn-yi inIody a little off the key. Thero was an un reality about It all. a touch of MientrlrHl tewdrlness, of mummery and tinsel gold and canvas dlstan.-si, an acuteness of that feeling which ono always has in the climaxes of actual llfo th'it tl.ey can not bo quite real because 'iie si'tt!n 's not strange enough. The tnomonoiji r.iund and tho close air inado irw riiows. think ing with the hurried vividness of u clnrc. It waa unnatural fur mysteries to hap pen in a drawing -.mm; hut than, mys teries weres thenuil'rs unnatural and must happen If at all In the world of there and then. Though ;t stvieil nome how that a ghost should api-car i.n)y upon tho storied battlements of HIMnore to people In archaic dres.i, yet it Hamlet himself those surroundliua wcte the scene of ordinary day, and the persona of all the wowUr-atailu mil rem In their own sight wi.Vmnporarv Otirens. Macbeth hiw Hanquo at the Jlnntr talde, and It wis the ptvip n tin itri't ho crowded to look upon the nrs'i s, The eventless waiting drew out Inter minably. Thoro wore long silences, then the humming of some other tunc; nnd It wan an episode when some one coughed or stirred. Yet the monotony, despite boredom and drowsiness, did not relax the nervous Jeuslon. I still felt that s-io-thing was going to happen the next minute; the air grrw closer and closer, and tho odd sensn of crowded human intimacy was more oppresshe than at first; ond the rigid regularity of Mac lean'n audible In ca thins was not proof agnlnst the same influence. The. circle cbout the table wore swaying their heads a Uttln In time with their singing, while the old gentlomnn In the corner fidgeted uneasily in the street outside, a child began to cry lqudly, and was taken away still walling around the corner. Surely, I thought, I of nil peoplo ought to un derstand that inconruous look of strange things happening In actual life, my own had been for weeks a nightmare and a romance; and even now I was groping mentally in the mine of a revolution that had the lurid logic of a melodrama, flawlessly plausible and incredible only because I was unwilling to believe. Caruccl's story was a fabrication, be cauee tangled marriages and family mys trrlns happened In books and newspapers, among printed people, not nmong those we know; yet melodiama Itself builds with the material of actuality, and 1 hud bict. living amid family mysteries, tiuch things do happen to some one; and that one must be to to others the reality that Lady was to me. I started violently, and sat bolt up right, my hair tingling and ovury muscle tightened. A dull rapping, like the aound ol a hammer upon wood covered with cloth, came from the table. The circle wre silent, leaning' back In tbelr seats, their hands still Joined before them. The medium had sunk down In her chrv, her arms extended along tho arms of It, so that thote noxt here had to reach out to ktep hold of her hands. And above the group 1 saw. or imagined that I saw. tho aguMt onceivablo cloudiness in mid air, like mist on n foggy night or the glimmer seen Inside closed eyelids after looking at a brightly lighted window. The more I tried to make sure that 1 saw It. tho more I doubted whether It were not merely Imagination. If you hold your spread hand before a dark background, you will seem to see a cloudy blur outline tho fingers; It was like that. The rapping was repeatedly more loudly, and through the throbbing In my ears and tha almost suffocating oppression, I taught myself remomberlng tho scene of the knocking at the gate In Macbeth, Then a voice began to speak, a querulous, throaty contralto that came In Jerks and pauses, , "Here you are again," It said; "I don't wont to talk to any of you 1 feel trouble somewhere. Whoro'a mother?" 'That's Miriam," said Prof. Shelburgh, In the tone of casual recognition. 1 do not know whether It was the shock of the coincident nume, or only that the heat and excitement of the day had leached thcld natural climax. Jlut I giew hot and hold in waves; my skin crawled, and 1 felt at once a strangling hurry of heart-beats and a hollow nausea. For an Instant, I set my teeth and tried t'j master It; but It was no use. 1 must get out Into he open light and air. or 1 should make an exhibition of myself. 1 rose and tiptoed hurriedly across the room through an atmosphere that seemed like a heavy liquid, dizzily aware that Mas- lean hail followed mo a step or two In surprise. Somehow, I found the door, handle. While I groped for my hat In the hallway, I heard tho querulous Jerky voices speaklnv again Inside the room. And the next moment I was standing on the sun-baked sidewalk, blinking my eyes against the glare, and breathing In deep gulp. 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