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THE BEE: OMAHA, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 22, 1914.
Symptoms of Spring Copyright, 1911, lritern'l News Service. By Nell Brinkley J . m. ; N 2 watt: j , a -PiKr m ih y sign rrstame n 'smmrm. . m . job K-vflsovafl mi jrarcar hps mw-) &8nmm--3rtM y No.. I., Tho spring-dreaming little Kid spnnvls behind bis "jQSQry."..and. . hearp.. n ..fancy . the .wjttcr-, of; birds the remarks of his chuma on. lhpJonce; the'clatt'er olVthe Ifotenrout tinman of th'eibatter.'s base and, sighs... "Oh-h-h Gee!" - , . . . Jio. 2. Tho butcrtly girl snuggles in her silk cushions shuts her eyes on the grimy winter streets outsid and dreams, on the delectable and' frothy subject .ofibonnots and- bonnets f! . ' ' ... No. 3. ' ; . tTho . feminine member oj the spring-infected kids leans 'her' tired little noggin with its'stralght gold locks oh her Blim little .arms, and sees. .In vision tho Last Day of School and her hair Is -tried to extinction (the knobs most kept her awake all night) arid her toes and her oyes aro turned in. with a delightful terror and her frock is now. and stiff and, she's, sayin' her plocc and her .mother, ia. down, .in Afront with cvp,bk big us saucers. ' - ' ; 'No. 4. : V; , . Tho hustling man lifts hla eyes from the dazu of work and glimpses in tho blue smoke of his cigar n bit of a garden plot with the earth chocolate colored and ridged with little ditches and dow'h on 'hln heels, in the sof wine of a spring twilight, he's dropping tho seeds, with his head bare and hid fingers' grubby. ' 1 1 . v , , -No.1 5. The weary little "buslnoss" girl calight sud denly in tho sweet, heavy languor of spring, stands motionless with fixed oyes and her mouth ncurvo and all her tired, small body . lost in a surge of yearning and hears tho call of tho country the wldo places tho waving 'grass' thee bluebirds in tho, shell of tho k and thp ,cylndr of ribbon fade nnd summer's, volco. comes close, No; 0. And Illlly thp poor old, chap up to his neck in a snowdrift this many a month, rests on hU snow slipvcl 6n fits own sidewalk that ho won't be liovo over had flowers along It and sees Lovo In tho air! NELL BRINKLEY. mi &) THE PROFESSORS MYSTERY WELLS HASTINGS BRIAN HOOKER WITH ILLUSTRATIONS by(HANSON BOOTH COPyRlGHTl 91 1 by THE BOBBS- MERRILL COMPANY Yoa Can Begin This Great Story To-day by Reading This First Prof. Crosby, waiting at a tuburban station for a trolley car to take him Into Boston, whero he lias a social engage ment, encounters Miss Tabor, whom he. has met the previous winter at a social party. They compare notes, and find they aro bound for tho same place, and waiting for the same car. While waiting they talk to. themselves In a causal way, and C'roeby Imagines he has touched on Komethlng closely personal to Miss Tabor. They start on tho trolley journey, and .the car la overturned, when Crosby re cover consciousness, he finds 'himself unhurt, but with a fair, strange girl In his arms. The motorman and the con ductor leave Crosby and Miss Tabor In charge, and they set about to restore the girl to conscleness. When she re- (covers sho. seemed rather annoyed aX Itho conditions. Crosby finds hla pockets have been emptied, but recovers every thing. Miss Tabor finds all her articles (put a fine gold chain spo wore around Pier neck. Crosby finds this, but on It fliangs a wedalng ring. The girl suggests .they leave her, put they Insist on seeing 'licr safely to hpc home. Arrived at the Tabor home, Crpshy li given a fulsome welcome by Sirs. -Tabor, and a somewhat mixed reception by Mr. Tabor. They insist on his remaining oyer night, and, "Tiz" For Tired or Sweaty Feet Ah! what relief. 'No more tired feet; no more burning feet, swollen, bad smell Ing, sweaty feet. No more pain In corns, 1 1 hnUIin. matt., whnf alls your feet or what undsr the sun you've tried without getting relief. Just use 'j'TIZ". TIZ" draws out all tlii) poi sonous exuda tions which puff up the feet; ' TIZ" is mag Iral: "T I Z" is grand: T15S" will cure your foot troubles so you'll never limp or draw up your face Jin pain. Your nhoes won't seem tight and your feet will never, never hurt or j get sore, swollen or tired, ' 'Jet a 25 cent box at anv drutr or department store, and get Instant re- ho retires. Before ho falls to sleep he hears voices in the hall near Ills door, and rising hurriedly finds he Is locked in the room. Beforv hn could learn the rea son, he was masked by Miss Tabor to dress and come downstairs. Then ho was asked to leave the houao nnd not to come back. No explanation Is given him. He spends the night at the Inn, and the 'next day Mr, Tabor visits him and tMIs htm no man of his past has any right to know a girl like Miss Tabor. Crosby -hotly de mands to bn told what Tabor is talking about, but he gets no satisfaction. Tabor forbids him evor to come near his home and leaves. Crosby follows and again sens tho stocky Italian who had run after tho trolley car, this time In animated de bute with Tabor. Crosby talks to the man in Italian and learns he Is a sailor, who fancies Tabor a former employer who had defrauded him. Crosby goes on tn meet the Alnslles. Here lie meets Miss Tabor again, sho also having come for her visit. In the morning they ta'to t swim together, their hosts being under the impression they had met only at the house party on the pervious Christmas. Row Read On OHAI'TEll V. Ilcalde the Summer Sea Au Inter lude, (Contlnueo We stretched put lazily In the hot sand, leaning back. against a. battered and up turned dory. Lady had shaken down her hair, which her bathing cap had failed to keep altogether dry; and spread It lustrously dark upon tho clean, sun bleached planking. , "IHhlnk I understand you now a little better, Mr. Crosby," she said. "Whyr I asked. "I suppose because of the solemn rite of the first plunge. It somehow makes you clearer. If that is what you mean by romance, -why I can agreo with you," I had to be honest. "Uo. that's noi all 1 mean only part. I want things, to hap pen to me, not merely sensations. ' I'm always foolishly expecting some. Jilt with fortune at the next turn of the rpad. I suppose you were right that .nothing much has happened to me, or I shouldn't hunt so for the physical uplift of the un expected. I don't want to be roerly selfish I want to help in the world, ; not to harm. I know that sounds cruddy sentimental, but It's hard to say. I mean, for Instance,' that I don't want distress to prove against myself, but I do want the shock of battle where distress ex ists." "Then people must seem to you merely means to an end." I suppose it must look that way to "I suppose it must look that way to you." you," I said uncomfortably. "I'm getting tangled, but I want you to understand-." I hesitated. "When I askedT questions in tho hurry of the other night. It wasn't any desire to force my way into" things that didn't concern me, .to make an ad venture .of what distressed you you m us n't think that. But It seemed to me tliat you were In trouble, and X wanted" I stopped, for her face had clouded as I spoke until now I dared speak no more, blaming myself that the perplexities that possessed me had again blundered across her pain. Her eyes were upon the ground where her fingers burrowed absently In the and. When she raised them to mine there were tears In them; but they were tears unshed, and eyes that looked at me .kindly. "Please don't. ' she said. "I do un- deftand. I wouldn't like to let you help, but there Is something you can help about, nothing that I can ask or tell." "forgive me," I said, and' looked away from her. I thlnh lhat from that .morning we were better friends. Neither Of us again made any .allusion to the night of alarm; but It was as If both how felt a share In It, a kind of blindfold sympathy not alto gether comfortless. Once, when we' were making a long tour of woods and beaches, she said suddenly: "Xou don't talk; much about yourself, Mr, Crosby." "Don't IV I answered. "WVII r tnn' suppose that what I am or have done In tne world would be particularly interest ing. You were right the other'day, after all; nothing much has happened to me, or I shouldn't be so hungry for adven tures." "Oh, but you must have had some ad venture, everybody has, I launched Into a talc of a green parrot confiscated fron an iljncrant vendor and sold at auction In a enndy store- I stopped Suddenly. Was, this her way of verifying her father's opinion' of mo? She read my half-formed siplc6n like. a flash.- - "Listen," she said with quick serious. ncss. "If I hud, or could have, he faintest belief In anything really bad about you, don't you see that I shouldn't, be, here? I want you to remember that." "I fought to have known," I replied, "I'm very sorry." Wth that she swung back Into cnlety, demanding the cpn'cluslon, of Mm tale; but I was for tho moment tod deeply touched tn follow. Wo were on' our way home; and before us whero the path took a llt tie turn about .tree, larger than' Its neighbors, u man stepped Into Qur sight. Ho was -walking fast, Covering the ground In long nervous strides, lie Car. rlr-d a hit of stick with' which he switched smartly at the hushes along the path, Kor a woment he were both silent, then I.ady caught her breath In a long sgh. It was the man we hod met at the gate. Ho saw us then, nnd took off his hat. "Why, Walter," I.ady cried; "when did you come?"' ' "Just now," he said, "Just now. Alnslles told me whero to look for you. dopd fellow, Alnslle, Raid you and Mr. What's-hls-namc beg pardon, I never can re remember names said you had gone for a walk." flhe flushed a little. "Mr. Crosby, let mo Introduce, Dr. Held. Ills memory never cap catch up with him, but you mustn't mind that. Walter. Mr. Crosby was a classmate, of Bob Vlnslio's, you know," ",S'q he said; ho he said." Dr. Iteld Jerked out the words, frowning and bit ing his forefinger, "Bxcilse me,- Lady, but-hold on a second. Got to go back next oar, 12:45 o'clock." He looked at his watch. It was 1!:OT o'clook now. Hcg your pardon, Mr. Mr. Crosby. Beg your po rdon".'.' They spoke together for a moment, and we continued our walk uncomfortably. Miss Tabor seemed uneasy, and I thought that Dr. Held restrained himself, to our slowrr pace as If he resented having to wait and thought ill of men for my very existence. I caught him frowning side long at roe pnee or twice, and shooting llttlo anxious glances at Lady that an gered mo unreasonably. -t I left them at the Alnslles and went on to a hurried luncheon made tasUless by irritation. Who In hraven'n name was tho man? A family physician would hardly go running about the-country in the daughter's wake-for I could nqt doubt that If was she that had brought him her. Why on earth should he be rude o me? I had never met the man What business had he to behave as f ho resented my helng with her or for that matter, to resent anything she did? We had planned a game of tennis for the afternoon, apd Pr. Iteld, r refleoted. with savage satisfaction, could hardly be ex peeled to make a third. Bob met ma at the door. "Hello, old man," he said," we have had a bitter loss; Dr. Iteld has carried Lady off with him to his distant lair " "To is continued Tomorrow.) How Much Should a Woman Tell? -J By UKATU1CK FAIRFAX j ' "I have Just received a proposal of j marriage from a very nlco young man," writes a troubled young woman, "and I accepted. A fewovcn!nga later he put a question to me thnt embarrassed me Very much. Ho ashed irjo regarding my past uffalrs of the heart.. Now, what I wish to know is this- Has he any right to ask mo liUch a question when he himself refuses to dlvulgd to me any detallp of his past life?" Ho husn't tho right, but man, who I spoiled every hour of his matrimonially. llglblo duys. and the climax of this ruin ing process, reached when lie proposes, confuses "Impudence" with "privilege" und demands as Ills right to know that Which In no way concerns1 hlin. Ho hasn't tho right, but he takes it and the only way for a woman to meet such an arbitrary command la to refuse to obey, There should be no compromise; no, 'I'll tell you If you tel mo," for tho reason that a man nover tolls. Moro ex perienced, moro wary, ho always keeps the story of his past loves )hat Is worth hearing In rcsorve, nnd tells his aweet heart some silly llltlo fairy tale of never In his life before having known what love Is. She, In pure gratitude for being the selection of fato for such honor, 'pours out the complete story of her past, and.lt sho has done nothing worso all her life than crochet on Sunday, she enlarges and embellishes that crime, making of her self a double-dyed villain, and truly un worthy of the pure spotless lpve that has Just been offered her. She tells of every Innoeont little love uffalr in hw past; of Jim, who went Advice to the Lovelorn I1EATKICB FAIRFAX. Try fiooit Itetinvlur. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am In love with a young girl who lives across the street from me and I know sho likes me, but her mother does not want her to see boys. Ho will you please tell mo the best way to gel her mother to let hr see me? L. Conduct yourself wull; shorn' a defercnoe to her wishes, and prove. yourself to bo a manly man In' that way you will win her consent, and, the self-Improvement you have made will repay you if , you don't. , The Second Knuatfement, Dear Miss Fairfax: If an affair, at which you have promised to be present. Is postponed so as lo conflict with an other engagement, which had been mado after the first one, which should be given preference, and what should guide your decision? A KBADKK. You made tho first engagement, and if It was postponed, that relieves you from obligation to keep It. There Is no reason why you should brak the second engagement. It Is In dependent of tho first, and an obligation. back on her and broke Ur heart; of Bill, who was her first Ideal! apd ot Tom. who was stolen away by a rival, and In the simplicity of her heart believes that her confession Is the cclarlng away for a moro stable and firmer foundation for this new lovo to build on. Theoretically, she Is rlcht. but tlirnrM. Ically man Is a big, tender-hearted, who'.- nparted creature, dominated solely by the desire to cherish nnd protect. In fact, he Is tho embodiment of Jealous tyranny. Ho gives to himself the right to love easily nnd the right to love, often. He goes through on orchard trying his teeth or fingers on every apple lie can reach and demands, when It pleases him to make a selection to have for his owh forever, that thq applo be opo that was never touched before. JJo demands to be first. He gives a woman his today only, and demands of her yesterdays, todays apd tomorrows. Though she did not know him yeaterday, he Is convinced that If she loved some other man yesterday she was false to him. One must fight fh-e with fire. For every half eonfldonee, give less than a half. Tho girl who loved another man u year ago puts a club In tie hands or her husband when ehe confesses It. The loVu was pure and Innocent and maybe never very deep, but the club Is as heavy and wleldod as nfte n fin thmtvti (hat A1A had been everything that s the reverse. jtow much should a woman tell?" For the sake of her future peace ot mind she should tell nothing. It argues 111 for tho future when a courtship and honey moon are spent by either the man or tho woman In digging for skeleton. IF YOUR SKIN ITCHES, JUST USE RESINOL The moment that Iteslnol Ointment touches Itching akin, the Itching stops and heullng begins. 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