The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-03-07
EIGHTH EPISODE. Her Husbands Enemies.
CHAPTER l.

-HE beautiful runaway bride opened her eyes
 in dazed bewilderment, to find herself gag
 ing up into the dark, handsome face of the
 black Vandyked manl She was in his armsl She felt another clasp about her-the man with the white mustache. Gilbert Blye gently released his hold of her. and the white mustached man turned to cargy her up the hill Her eyes closed again.
 Gilbert Bye, freed of his beautiful burden, hur ried up the embankment to where his luxurious limousine stood by the side of the broken rail. As he Jumped into the drivers seat and put his foot the clutch and his handeon the brake he glanced down at the scene of the accident. The taxi leaned against sturdy tree, which had stopped it from fatal tumble Blye's chauffeur, the wide featured Scatti, bringing up the unconscious driver of the taxi. The vivacious brunette and the heavy with the thick lidded eyes were helping Mrs Willard That gentle faced woman had insisted upon walking, but she came with painful limp and her face was drawn and white. Bye started the car forward with jerk turned it dexterousy in the narrow road and jumping down, arranged the cushions with swiftly certain hand.
 When June again opened her eyes Bye was brush ing back her soft brown hair from her pale fore head but he not holding her. She was in the luxurious limousine, with her head pillowed on the shoulder of the white mustached man, Orin Gun ningham, and his arm was about her. She straight ened as she became aware of that clasp, and Bye, his black eyes glowing down upon her smiled reas- suringly The started, and she turned to look at Mrs. Willard, who sat beside her with compressed lips. The injured taxi driver up in front, sup ported by the heavy lidded The runaway bride closed her eyes again and sank back into the support which she much detested
 Bye. How much he had been in her life since she had away from Ned! And little did June know that Ned through his detective. had obtained the number of the auto in which she had driven that day. The number M6017o7
 Soon June lay in her little in the hospital, her hair waving about her on the white pillow, and her friends were permitted to bid her good night The vivacious Tommy Thomas sat at the head of her bed and stroked Junes white hand; Orin Gun nngham, particularly debonair figure as he leaned against the window casing, smoothing his white mustache, twnkled at her. T. J. Edwards the heavy man with the thick eyeds and the round head with it's absurdly short cropped gray hair was gentle in his rough way Gilbert Bye, over by the door, had not much to say but he never removed his luminous gaze from the runaway bride; and when the pink checked nurse came to drive them out Bye was the last make his adieus, and bend ing over gracefully, he kissed her hand
 Honoria Blye received telephone message from Bill Wolf few hours after the time of the auto accident
 .You husband hez gone to his club" he said huskiy.
 The wife drove hastily to the club entrance. She met Wolf who pointed to the chauffeur seatt, saying:
 'There's your husbands driver"
 Honoria saw Scatti standing beside her husbands limousine.
  ria in sugared accents, and fumbing in her pocket book, she produced bill
 Scatti turned to her with alacrity and every line in his broad low face widened
 The line of his lips also thckened he separated them in a grin of pleasure. He took the bill with joy looked at it's denomination ir the light of one of his side lamps Topped open his heavy drivers coat showed the bill deep in his trousers pocket and buttoned his coat tightly from top to bottom
 "Now you'll tell me where Mir. Blye was this evening" won't you? she wheedled.
 The smile faded from Scatti's lines.
 Aren't you going to tell mel" And the voice rose another notch
 "Give me back that money!' she screamed
 There were thirty y-seven lights to be counted be- fore the perspective merged in blur. Scatt calmly inspected them all in deep absorption, but during the entire time that narrow slit of an eye had a dancing gleam in 1t.
 Honorfa scowled back at the imposing entrance to the club The doors stood wide open Inside the esseated vestibule were stiff1y uniformed attend ants Beyond a marble columned hall, and at the end of that, through an arched opening, was paneled screen.
 Suddenly Honoria dashed up the steps which woman had ever trod and before any one could stop her had rounded the paneled screen and stood In the grill room, amid wilderness of oaken tables, at nearly all of which sat men busy sending curling wreaths of incense toward the high gilded ceiling. There glasses before most of the men. and dense and painful silence pervaded the place, al though Honoria had rushed through the hall she had heard the loud babble of animated conversation The men in that club were turned to speeches. clay at the sight of this fuming appariton.
 'sXherp you arer she screamed, and as her gaze settled from It's swift rowing into fixed direction man came to life and rose-the black vandyked Gilbert Blye. There you arer she screamed again. and she started to twist her way among the tables toward her long lost mate. "You will stay away from home, eh! You will run around with other womenl You will"-
 door in the corner opened and closed, and GIL bert Blye was on the other side of 1t! A fat man laughed. Honoria Bye turned on them all and be- gan to tell them just what she thought of their club. half dozen attendants regained conscious ness and crowded round her. One of them, indulg-
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