The evening world. Newspaper, May 11, 1911, Page 19

ie The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, May 11 1911. 0005001 DODDHHHHHDDHOGHHHDHIHOHDHHDHOHHGHDHHHOHHHOHHHHHHHHHOOA fThe Professor's Mystery AA New York Romance of a “Summer Girl's’ DODHDDOHHHHHHHDGHHBHHDDHHDHHOOHHDHHHDHHHOHHOHDHHD The Story of a Man Who Missed a Boat * for Europe; a Girl Who Led Him Into Odd Mishaps, and a “Voice” That No One Could Explain—The Best Mys- tery Tale of the Decade 2 wm wow mee By Wells Hastings And Brian Hooker * Strange Adventures the thing in my hands, my mind reel-) #he can't—well, the inn ie net so bad chenge from the eoft outdoor gioem ing. For from the mangied clasp hung| after all. There it is, by the way, on |dassled me, room was very large @ woman's wedding ring. that little hill, I had no idea that we |indeed, floored with dull red tile, pan- Were fo near home. "a or Sane @led in dark oak; a L gg lta ts Lo Next electric light. 1 you please | place, filled with flowers, breat! CHAPTER III. a to the condustor?” srance, Opening from the room's far aes t he Nigh 6 oar stopped ee hetped 4 Ld and raised three steps above its n , | down, taking our two bags with level, was @ dining-room. On our en- arm in the ig t. strange feeling thet I was suddenly | trance two chairs had been pushed back HERE was nothing that 1) coming to the end of @ brief sentimental / from the table, and now a siim, pretty could ask, nothing that 1| Journey. Our nin misfortune, | little woman came running down the could say, and aside from her| WHO had chosen @ seat by herself, Oy rooms. thanks she waa afient, so|Scateely looked up, It was no great dear,” she cried, “what on without @ word I turned and hetped tho other woman to her feet, j@nd atill in silence the three of us walked along unt!l we came to an easy walk to the house and presently Miss late™ Bhe flung! Mise Tabor shook her head. “Welrise where I helped them both to the Tabor pointed it out to me. It was Mise Tabor's arme, huge large and low, set well tank upon & ging her @ child would. must walk back and look for an easier jtnack. Wi ' 1) place, But I am afraid thet the car gained the tock cont tote tee re great lawn that @ dark hedge | Miss Tabor kissed her gayty. ined the track our trolley rounded the ga! K divided from the outer world. “We will tell you all about it, mother, As we neared the pilared gate @ High | dear,” wie laughed. “Let me introduce \ourve and took us aboard. ‘We had spoken in very low votces, | ao i r bo but the woman looked up. futhnate aioorheas,, While the o4¢ shouldered man stepped out nervously | Mr Croshy, without whose help I sat in intimate aloofness, while the cai “You have ten minutes before the car x the tad- Nervous pauses that were almost ead in thetr intenetty: and once, when @ bloyole sounded faintly from the street, she stopped altogether, her hand at her heart, her head turned and listening, ‘until her husband’s quick laugh browght her dius eyas questioningty to him, Then we al! plunged into conversation at once ae if ashamed of the sudden pause it had given us, Mise Tabar and I were made to give @n dcomunt of our aocident, or rather the gave it, and @ very nicely tempered Account st was too, I wae kept busy devising plausible confirmation of eur- prising underatatemente, She seemed for aome reason very anxious to hile a Donsthle seriousness in the matter, and her firet brief, pleading @lance bound ane to her, freely accepting the judg- ment of her conscience for my own. Under these circumstances I expected no mention of the loss and finding of the ring and there waa none. 1011, by Robte-Merrill Company.) 0 OF PRECEDING INSTALMENT. hand upon my arm. “Just walt here @) ang, Mr. Cromby, this is my mother. moment, please,” she said and ran for- |" si greeted me graciously, turning to wand to him. juce me to her husband, who had from the shadow. Miss Tabor put her |siouid have probably been much late |Dore us through the beauty of the fad- int will arrive. I will be myaelt by then.”|ing summer day. Everywhere. birds | | Tt had grown almost dark, but I cout | oiiowed her more alowly. He was a| Roth mother and father called Mise b “ 7 4 nee that she leaned toward him, placing | 4,1, ‘abor “Lady;" t ern 4 eae ¥ee sure? " i eaked, for Thad |were chanting the evening, and ever fee that elie leaned tumart Him Pimms {Hori man and rather tail, his gray | Tabor “Lady;" #0, T remembered, had and again with growing inatstence the She smiled scorntully. “You have ten | vivid breath of ‘the neareat een, blew minutes. The oar will arrive then. | past us. All my Ife this first summer Have you lost anything in your fall?” |¢ang of ealt air had never failed to stir Mechanically I put my hand tn my/me. It had meant vacation and the Docket, to find it empty. For @ second |vague trumpet call of the unknown soft sibilance of her whispered words | °0* being level with my own: When places had been made for up at and the startling rumble of hts bass |... 0°? . came to me distinctly, merely wordtess |‘ tavle, and we were gathered in the close radius of the table lights, I found tones. I grew red in the garknees 1) myself surprised thet the daughter turned my tack nl Thad caught My- )jooKed go little Ike either, Her mother F I thought the nickname a gracious one and well suited to all the manner of her bearing. I wondered idly aa they talked what the M. stood ; 7 if trying to Was much smalierthan she,one of those! for, aure in my heart that it, too, was CHAPTER I. I was thunderstruck; then I stepped | But now I sat unheeding, burning with | #¢! Mt “" bor came to me. a je @, One OF r, eure y “4 over to the place where I had fallen and jan unreasoning and sullen resentment. | ,,Presently Miss Ta) Women who never grow thin or fat, but | graceful and fitting. had bi to " Continued.) poked about in the grass, My pocket-' I knew that I was a fool. What pos-| (7 Ain't mean to Keep, you eo Jong," | wnose age comes upon them only as| And as “Lady” told of thy beauty ot T Rnew now that, come what might, she had begun to care for me. book I found immediately, and after @ sible differen wuld ft make to ie joy ¥ Mn sort of dimming color and outline, And | tho meadow where we hai on Ae. ‘. ): The Meadow of Ilusion. | moment came upon my keys and change | it the acquaintance ot a merry week | “Tt Wasn't long,” T enid ahortiy, wur- ined, in the, more. intimate. light I |iayed “aimost two houre by an-old fiat (day. Tt was atl ao dark that before T| house continued. A man’s voloe amd « in @ ecarc: ecattered pile. and t hours chose | Prised to find myself angry. 60 as we) pound ¢ looking more her years, | wheel, or sometiing itke that—dan't that | cout place myself amid my unfamil woman's broke into tnarticulate elter- 288 TABOR ohivered. tnd aurro wee jught I bear ‘ Qfise Tabor was watching me. “Noth-|to hide a wedding ring in her breast?|climbed the steps the shadow had) pretty and soft and doll-iike, but too | the term, Mr. Crosby?” I decided that If iniings © aware of smothe tion, and presently I thought I 4 t “IT am afraid that ehe ts ing missing,” Teaid. It certainly was no business of mine, | dropped between us again delicate a vessel for any reat strength | the rest of my three months were commotion, ik ory and @ evund Uke the éall of eome- een ou! was Yet 1 w the door ha: ut behind mT w ni ve ouse awishing gar fo ao ot a And she pointed 4a where i Tay. astitay cata Ge renee Te ceasints | levee lew Poot Wh Which we Steed was words. sams aeickiy and A 8 [ese tien one and the hurry of wncomfortanle feet. it with al my astreneth, ft was e Myself, but fear |mine in a tangle of blackberry vines. ything else in the world. It certainly q been a barren one. scomed @utoh me Then 1 gave ground, 3° water. You might loosen ner was all that I could think of. knelt to the work without I made off across the mea- pool, running at my best ini it tel wnat Mttle water my hat sill held over the twitching, yellow face. ‘The eyelids fluttered and lack-lustre | eee looked tnto mine. The woman @aeped and sat up. te 8 very dangerous thing to do, The voice beneath its @everty of tone w: softly unctuous and vaguely Latin. “A very dangerous thing, indeed. Sudden shock has killed ‘us many times. ‘That ts well known.” ‘Pvidently the woman was etill out of her head. while you will be better,” I said, @e nodded, looking curiously about | » Comprehension was coming back. She took out a crumpled handkerchief and wiped the water from her face. “What on earth are we to do now?” Mise Tabor whispered. | Womething, for they are expecting me | tome already.” She glanced anxiously at the little watch at her wrt t 1 answered, “but perhaps she can walk. Do you think that she could climb that bank, even if you could?’ Just a Glim the New tal shake and caught my “You will have her, I euppose, while I ont I was back again and | | yo “Tf you wil att quietly for a ntete | “We must do | But when I among her laces. “What! knowledge s) | serenity, | frightened eyes staring and full o: tears, pain written clear between the lovely brows, and with hands tha trembled at breast, startled me ou of my own composure. “Certainly it's not | harshly, for I was puzzled. After lost,” 1 Miss Tabor looked at her with pity. find it if it took me my vacation. pity of a man for a woman tired arfd there was nothing so tragio in the 1088 {1 unvoiced distress, of a it chain. Then I knew be: Who was I that I should question knew that if she valued tt so I would! her? What possible claim had I upon j even the least of her thoughta? 6ho/| “Come,” I sald more gently, “we will! was pathetically weary and disturbed, | | 1ooK."* and I was a sullen brute. | She had gained some control over) I spoke to her as tf conversation had herself and now began to search tho| been unbroken. “Of course I am to | ground whi on her knees. I thought tha lerying softly and glanced to |other woman noticed, | Her back was turned to us and her face seemed buried tn her hands. looked at her she spoke. “If you lstlessly, “you will find it close b the fallen car. And there as I walked directly to | As | I saw the glimmer of @ strand of gold atruggling from beneath the upturned | roof. “Here it te, drew it forth. pse Into York Shops turned from rescuing them I found her standing with her hand at her neck, searching distractediy You have tost something?” I had been eo unruffied, had borne herself with such a certain that to see her now, with we had fallen, carefully, | ek a smal! chain,” she said | ide | * I cried wonderingty, and | Then I stood dumbly, could not be her own and yet—whoso was it, anyway? Certainly not her mother's, for her mother I knew was alive, But then, whose oould it be? And why did it matter #o much? Why should guch a patent terror fill her at the thought of {te loss? Why was {t again so finally and so quickly hidden away? It was even strange, I thought, that she should let the emotion that must know I had seen pass with no effort of explanation, I gianced | lookin f) her e: body sp t her hands, tightly clasped in bh lap, te showed the determination of some hid- den thought. The diue of @ litt's bruise had begun to show near her temple. A Wave of tenderness swept over me, the She was take you home.” She shook her head. Phat's perfectly absurd," 1 gatd, “There must be some inn or other near | you. I can put up there for the night I/and go on in the morning. In fact, I jam pretty tired myself; the nearest place that I can get supper and a bed is the beet place for me.” Sho considered for a long moment. | “Very well,” she said at last, “I am tired and atill a little dizzy; it would ye nice to be taken all the way home, don't generally mind the dark, by I suppose that we were a good deal shaken up. There {s an inn, too, but {t would be very silly of you to go there, unless—aunless for some reason we could not put you up.” | “Oh, come,” I said, “you probably have & houseful at the present mo- | ment, and you know {t. Nothing 1s | more upretting in the world than the unexpected guest, | “Well, we shall see,” she answered. | "IT gin pretty sure that nobody but the not brilliantly lighted, but the sudden n merey insistence, but with little ‘There was little conversation after we had left the table. Mias Tabor said that she wae too sleepy to sit up—and, in- deed, the strain that she had been under ready) beginning to show through ‘en the vivacity of her acting. For my | part, I had no inclination to ait in the family circle that she left. I, too, was tired, and I had many things to think and little to say. So that as she got up, I, too, pleaded fatigue, and my need of finding my room at the inn, “The inn! Indeed you will do nothing of the sort,” said Mre, Tabor. ‘There is a bed just waiting for tired young men here.” Bhe glanced for confinna tion at her daughter. Misa Tabor said nothing but looked across to her father. He paused an un- comfortable second, then turned to me with @ amtle. “Of course, you are to stay here,” ho sald. His pause had troubled me, and I hest- tated, but Mrs. ‘Tmbor would hear no and overwhelmed rippling torrent of proof that I was @ veryi silly young man and that she would not hear anotner word about any such an abmrdity es my golng; and as I stood embarransed, Mr. Tabor, with another glance at his daughter, took my bag himeelf, and, his hand upon my shoulder, fairly bore me off to my room. I was too comfortab! tired to He long awake, even with #0 eventful @ day to turn over tn retro- spect. As I floated downward tnto the dark through @ flood of incongruous images, green meadows and roaring trains, clamorouse streets and calm rooms, dell- cate with white and ativer, I distinctly heaml a step upon the porch, the click and clogure of the front door, and the deep voice of the man we had met at the gate, But even my angry tnterest in him was weaker than the waves of drowsiness, I roused into that dublous half-con- sciousness which is the territory of the powers of darkness; in which the senses are vaguely ative, while no judgment restrains or questions the vagaries of i | So: One passed nry door swiftly, car- rying @ light, whose rays swept through | the cracks and swung uncannily across the ceiling. Another door opened some- where, letting out a blur of voices, Jamong which I eeamed to distinguish | the bass grow! of the man at the gate My firet thought was of fire, and with \the shock of that f sprang up and acrone the room, groping for the handle Of the door. It would not open. T pulled it, . DOF was any After some stumbling, T {toh of the electric Ieht, in the dden radiance explored the floor for the fafien key. It was not there; and @ hurried examination of the crack showed mo that the lock had been turned from the outatde T wat down on the bed and tried to gather my common sense. I remembered perfectly having left the door unlocked and the key in ite place within. By what concetvable design or accident had I been dramatic syrd tn T was in a Col necticut suburb, @ home of lawn parti and electric ight a this was the twentieth century; yet I could find explanation more reasonabl Fir by this time out of the qu an accident or practical joke would have been evident by now. Meanwhile, the muffled turmoil of the but solidly fitted that it did not even rattle ‘Then some one ran softly downstatre; the front door banged sharply; end, looking out, I saw the Sgure of @ man, his shoulders raised and his elbows bent with haste, run swiftly across the bar lof light that streamed from my win- dow and disappear in the dark. Could he have broken into the house, locking the bedrooms against interry tion and fled upon being discovered? I was opening my window te shows for help when I was arrested by @ yoloe that there was no mistaking. "T can't! We mustn't! ehe wads “What will he think of uat* 4 An angry whisper answered, am® of the rest I could distinguish only, the tone. The whisper grew more velwely urgent, While her replies hesitated. At last me down the hall emd y door. . Crosby—are you awake?” “T should think so," I answered. What has happened? I'm locked tn.” “Nothing. It's all right—really. Wul you come downstairs as soon as you ean, very quietly “Certainly. Half a minute. What's the matter?”* Nothing,” she said. “Hurry!” Tae key turned in the lock and she was gone. I dressed with a haste that made my fingers clumey, and ran downstairs. ‘The buatie in the house had quieted sate an trregwar murmur. (To Be Continued.) Betty V Advice t What Presents to Accept. M incent’s o Lovers. nn Y dear young girts, do not accept valuable presdiits from young men. ' If you are engaged to marry a man it ts | family t9 at home, and father will imagination; tne piace of evil memories another matter, He may give you any gift he pleases, or HOWDR-PROOF rajan silk ts the) efieee with black marabout and marked| Want to see you and thank Loa pel eon Regats bere fibin eh hen) can afford, regardless of tts cost. Mut If you are not en- | Knight errantry appeals to him. We 4 hei @aged to a man (ifty he may present to you with ~ Ny) aang) etl orale roe satin wraps in a large assort-| ‘ill leave the asking to mother. 1f| rah ay pater oly chetepte Ba yie-pd wamkeea, tbe : 1¢ | Bvery Une of her face and figure were agonized with Samicsanadie terror. ehe can she will want you to stay. Priety are very Itmited, My dears, you may accept candy or flowers and books, Dut that Is all, I realise this may seem a silly convention- threshold of the at 8.% a yard. Dainty nightgowns beauty faints upon th ment of evening shades, edged with atural marabout, can be had for $15. with hand-em- @re good value at $1. ich quills are now very popular. A sew Ider in color combination ts to pave, for instance, half of the quill in rostered yoke, in the centre of which) One of the novelties tn thie season 3! ry 1 n sity to some of you atts but when you are older va he initial of the wearer 1s embroidered, Coaching parasol is gathered at the B C 1U Cc l H < Bee an fe } Penge Recyogel ry cy Sa eer Up, Cu ert! y Clarence L. Cullen} You do not need to be rude in refusing more valuable aifts, Indeed, a man who {8 at all worth while will umder- stand and respect you for tt. It ts hard, I know, my dears, but when a man does send you a gift whteh {s fonable colorings at $5.04. ‘The long coral earrings that are now having such a vogue are shown In va- Copyright, 1911, by Tho Press Publish 0 few York World), , Straightest tho has the Most Friends Good The Most Successful Men we Know | quite expensive, there 1s only one thing for to di nich i bi the other half in white, Tous shapes and dn combination with ROMISES are Liabilities, but; @ome Men think they're so Good 7 you do: which ts to return it fd dari, beln the dividing line, | Pearls and rhinestones at $3.9 « patr. | Performances are Asseta! | L00king that they Haven't Time for the | ¢ putt Back On! have Slathers of Friends but Few Inti-|to him. . Naturally the black and white com-| A Waist that Just slips on over the| Regular Job! mates! a head and is adjusted by @ silk con! | --- . saved call him on the phone and | net fret Gemand, These ell) ceithe neok ta & ew offering, Models The Hand of Fate| We Like Everything about the Selt- |, You're in just aa Fair Way to COP) some of us expect Fortune not enty| Ask Him to Call, oe wnt re # sone wm ‘ \ 5 in black or white eatin have small net fs usually Un-|Made Man except his usual Acute Con- Ostrich quills in clusters of 3, 8 and 4 are a most attractive hat trimming an de had from $2.75 to $296. In| to Knock Frequently on our Door, but GIRL who signs her letter “L. M." to use a Battering Rami writes: — “I have met @ young men and Over Them as you are when you Weep Over Them! Unless you are engaged to the Man !t 1a not your place to object te ogsual attentions of other girls. yokes and sleeves and are constructed Jong simple lines, These handy waists | loved! ectousness of his Handiwork! ewe the Holen pink, with gray shad- inge, are very pretty. Then, as is usual in summer, there is quite @ call for mercury wings. This seagon the emall white, red and the | sell at $7.49, of chiffon, in all colors, have wide, hhemstitched strings and sell at $2.79. Something entirely new in bath! gults ds of exquisite plaid stik mohatr. Soft shirred auto or evening hoods, What a High- Browed World it would be if the Quest of Brains were as Hot al Chase ag the Pur- |who have Permitted us to Confide in | “They” never chinp of ‘Fools rush- ing in where Angela fear to tread” after you've WON! It {a Hard to Forgive Some Fellows Our Idea of the Man With the aginous Mitt 1s the one who say Not the Money I ciple of the Thing ‘It's | There may be Such Things as “Bless ings in Disguis:," Dut we never were re For but the Prin. | VeTy Good at that Hawkshaw Stuff! When we Fail to Take Advant: the we of “Plenty of Room at the Top" dlo- whenever we meet we always stop and chat. Would tt be proper to ask him to call?” 1 think ft would be preferable to hi the young man call rather than to stand tatking to him on the street, She Will Wait. x who signs his letter ‘A.' Le 8." writes: “T am deeply in love with s young Iady and would like to marry Bet; We Can't Turn Back the Hand of re 0 tt. They) | Wits cae otek cee t 4 Time, but we can Hoard the Time are % and 8% cents, A new trimming | in millinery is the usual stiff, one-sided It fe made up with a pleated skirt, and Them! the bodice ts beautifuly trimmed with sult of Wealth! tum, we'd be Too Lonesome up th we Pretend that we were Afrelé but, unfortunately, I am not in a peal tion, financially, to do so, However, eke Other Girls. red silk pipings and tiny buttons that Whenever wo| We Wish thore Two Nags of Ours, | Still Coming! pacers GIRL who signs her letter “A. A. pets Bt for me Ie quill, edged with ostrich flues. They | brighten up the sombre green tones of hear @ He-Biped |!ncome and Outgo, would Run a Dead When a Woman Can't Brag about A® writes tf the yoeks gfe $1.5. the plaid, Moan that his | Heat Occastonally! It's only our Punk Po, hat we| Anything Else her Husband le or Does ‘A man has oalled on me steadily | which apparently ‘Phe long chiffon wraps are meeting|*The attractive ttle sult bears the| Wife doesn't Understand Him we're —- Blame on our Heredity—the Good Ones |sho Says he is @ Slave to the Bathing during the Inst year, Under these otr- rather watt for you than marry @py other man in the world. Keen to Hear HER Version of it! with favor. bs ‘‘Them Was the Happy Diy Copyright, 111, by Tho Uress Publishing Co, (The d r Ea tie and Tat wa: Do You Rememved Tre, Rememeer, One OAT, OLD Das simnnt? Recorrect Me #} ) Time 1) PUT The GARTER Sane. Down YouR Heck 2 HA! HA’ Hovl Nou Dip Yeut- You ALYAYS WAS A LUTrue CowARD — ps A pretty one in cerise ts | mark $32.89, It's the Fellow who Stands the | Belong to Ov Durselvest! cumstan Habit! is it right for other girle to York World), STiuw NERVOUS , AINT You? ume AT EveRY LITTLE Thine, JusT Like You USeo To Wren we WAS Kits. Hat Hal om! 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