The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-02-21
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The woman looked at her with widened eyes
The door moved, and Al Gregg appeared in the
doorway in his shirt sleeves. collarless. his hair
touseled.
What you got for support" he growled.
Why AI-I-I didn't think you'd want any And
the woman's voice trembling
"Oh, you didn't think so, Well, want some sup
per-
Why Al, I amt got any money"
Well why amt you: Come here His fist
went up
AR A vail of terror was in the voice.
June stepped swiftly from behind the stove and
confronted the man. her small fists clinched, her
cheeks flaming her eyes blazing. She gared at him
all her contempt and all her loathng and something
more-her superiority. The fist which had been up
raised slowly down. His shoulders dropped
He was whipped!
Al Grogg's wife watched that transition in him
with amazement the dropping Of the eyes. the low
erng of the fist. the dropping of the shoulders. And
a small young woman in a fluffy evening gown had
done this thing!
Smash, A geranium pot just missed Al Groggs
head and broke on the bedroom door Bang! An
other spraddlng geranium which had split down the
center brushed AIS cheek its pot crashed past.
"Looky herer Al Grogg's tone was chiefly one Of
surprise.
Other howerpots followed from Mrs. Grogg's
hands. She had at last discovered that Al Groga
could be made afraid.
June looked at her a moment and then trudged
up the hill somewhat frightened at her own re-
sponsibility in this domestic upheavaL The guests
had arrived when she reached the house. Tommy
Thomas! With Tommy white mustached,
pink faced man. The runaway bride was surprised
and puzzled at the appearance Of Tommy in this
place, but the white mustached man occupied more
of her thought. They finishing dinner when
Mrs. Willard called away The white mus
tached man was trying to induce June to smoke 4
cigarette. June suddenly looked up and saw in the
betw no of velOurS
dark, handsome face of Gilbert Blye!
Tut, tut. Orn" the voice Of the
black vandyked II won't have this little
runaway bride taught bad habits
June flushed and turned with some embarrass-
ment to Mrs Willard. who followed Blye into the
doorway.
Bye, Always Blye, He lowered about after they
had lounged into the billiard room and conserva-
tory, but the white mustached man monopoized
June Every time she tried to get away from him
Tommy Thomas managed by some accident to throw
them together again. June finally left the guests
and went to her room. She had decided to go back
TO the OKeefe house Of refuge.
Closer and closer had gathered the siege on the
house Of O'Keefe! Bit by bit. atom by atom. traces
had been picked up.
Closer and closer grew the tolls until Marie no
longer dared stick her nose out Of the window lest
should report her to Ned or to Junes ia
Their and mother. But Ned's detectives finally got
definite information.
One day a long. lean slinker with cadaverous
cheeks came up to Ned from Duck alley and looked
up at the OKeefe residence with solemn interest
That's the place" he said.
Yes it's the place" Ned Warmers voice
hollow. but there was jubilant ring in it.
Go and tell Mr.. Moore
The lean individual hurried away and presently
came back on the driver seat of a limousine Inside
were the stern faced father and the gentle faced
mother of June and June's bosom friend the ebul-
lent Iris Blethering. and Bobbie Bletherng
This is the place." said stern John Moore, look
ing up at the narrow front of the OKeefe resi-
dence and stalking out he helped the others alight
Sammy OKeefe came to the door in answer to
Ned's ring and much wrinked face poked itself
out of the second story window.
Does June Warner live here:' asked Ned.
NO sir
The head in the second story window was jerked
in Immediately and there hasty shuttle
the stairs leading to the third floor, shuttle maze
by setting up the right foot first and pulling the
left one up it. Also there was a mad scrambling
on the third floor while Sammy O'Keefe in the
front doorway looked the throng in the eye with
admirable truthfulness and swore that there no
June Warner there. no June Moore, June any
thing
What's the matter here. Sammy" the Widow
OKeefe herself asked, painting considerably.
Come, search the house, she proudly dared them.
Some Of them were for holding back. but Ned
Warner was perfectly caous to whether or not
he took any ones word or doubted It, He meant to
find his wife.
By the circumstance Of bringing home a genuine
gourd to little Maggie Casey. June came home
around by extremely back way and missed
the searchers.
Search ~the cellar, II you pleaser' Knocked thl
Widow O'Keefe, leading the way. Maybe you'll
look in the kindly bin And here's the coal chute,
Now come upstairs! Here's the hall that you
before and here's my Sammy fine young
boy still; and this is the parOr The organ there,
sir, is not hollow, you tell by lifting up the
lids! Open all the doors and see"
The place vacant! No there. Ned
Warner puzzled and determined, inspected the third
floor. No results. The Widow OKeefe had gath
cred up all the clothes and belongings and put them
in a sheet and poked them into Mrs. McPhersons
third story window
June Warner tripped lightly across the street, let
herself in at the Widow O'Keefe's front door and
trotted brsky up the stairs. She swung round the
curving banister.
Maybe you'd like to look up the chimneys," sug
gested the Widow O'Keefe to the searchers the
third floor.