The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-03-21
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the heavy man with the thick eyeds up in front
with the driver. the middle aged woman and the
vvacious brunette with concern and fright on their
pale faces as the dome light of the shone down
upon them, and on the rear seat with June the two
who had carried her away by violence, the
white mustached man laughing and the dark, hand
some face Of Gilbert Blye bending over June with
that suave smile his lips.
Too late. Too late for anything but his stupor
The lmousifH had turned the corner. On that side
Of the cafe here not a taxi to be Bob
bies stood in front, the other street. While
Iris endeavored 10 arouse the stupefed Ned Bobbie
around and brought his roadster. They drove
up to the and down the street through
which the limousine had disappeared but where in
all that wilderness OF moving vehicles could the
track Of June be found? Nowhere! 1t was as IL
the earth had opened and swallowed her up
1t might we'll, for June, in swift motorhoat
with the gay party which had kidnapped her from
the cafe, then swiftly approaching a long low
yacht which doomed gracefully above them in the
misty river.
Junes struggles useless in that heaving
and her cries OF protest unheard in that
lonely waste Strong arms lifted her To her feet:
strong hand from above grasped hers, and she
pulled up the deck. Below her she heard the
laughter of the three who had abducted her.
and with their laughter blended the shrl. high
voice of that vivacious brunette Tommy Thomas.
Junes heart sent out wild call to Ned. This had
been the first time she had his face since the
day of their wedding
At the door of the sumptuously fitted crimson and
gold salon on the yacht the totering June
fronted by stolid steward with gray mutton chop
whskers and A puckered looking stewardess, who
wore, as il habitually, half whimper.
The dearie looks faint" said the stewardess.
Well bring the young lady glass of wine, you"
Gruf1y ordered the steward.
Mrs. Willard came in and dropped in a chair while
the viyacious Tommy danced over the gold
acquered piano. its beautiful marine view painted
by the famous VeIaz Blye and the white mustached
Cunningham and the heavy Edwards followed,
laughing wilkins wheeled in from the pantry a
portable buffet, It's frosty topped bottles packed in
SliseninG ice.
Have a taste Of this, deare. 1t will soothe your
nerves" The whining stewardesS held June's
lips glass Of sherry, but June drew away from it
with repugnance. and rising hurried away from the
sumptuousy fitted salon. She did not know where
that passageway led except that it led away from
that hateful company. The stewardess followed her,
the glass Of sherry still in her hand Right in here
dearie,' and she opened the door of magnificent
stateroom, its mahogany walls paneled with ivory
tinted tapestry its brass bed hung with rich lace.
June hesitated, but down the passageway came
Grin Cunningham, his eyes twinkling and the laugh
Of wine upon his lips June darted into the mag
nifcent stateroom hastily shut the door and lock-
ed it.
In the crimson and gold salon were the popping
of corks. gay laughter, in which even Mrs. Willard
joined and then the loud strains of swift dance
music, pounded out by the nmble. fingers of Tommy
Thomas.
BIye sat quietly. with that suaye smile upon his
lips and stroking his black Vandyke with his long,
lean white fingers, upon of which sparkled a
diamond. He rose presently, and, tiptoeing down
the gangway. stopped at Junes door and listened.
He could hear occasional stifed sob June sat
amid the soft cushions Of the couch. Before her.
through 4 half open door, could be glimpse