TUF BICE, OMAHA. ITEKDAY, MAY 19, 1914.
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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.
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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
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CIIAPTF.U XV
The
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the
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(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. A flower-vendor called on the
corner, aboze the distant drone of a hand
organ, norses clumped heavily past. And
a sparrow sat for a second upon the green
top of a hyrant, then filtered away,
chattering.
To De Continued Tomorrow.)
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