Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-04-05
Runaway June
BY George Randolph Chester and Lillian Chester.
Copyright 1915. by Publication Corporation.


tanks?" roared big T. F. Edwards,
pushing forward
"No. SIR
"You internal idiotw yelled orin Gun.
ningham.
Flower those boatsw shouted Gilbert
Blye. Wilkins. get downstairs. You
can fill those boats in the water" And
he looked out across the waves. The
escaping beauty was rounding the
point.
In the pretty apartments which Ned
and June Warner had fitted up to be
their nest Ned rose from the couch
where he had fallen asleep with the
miniature of June in his hand and rec
ognized the rasping voice of Honoria.
"Well. we've located your darlingr'
And there was shrilI cackle. "She's
on board the Hilarity with my hus-
band. And the yacht is anchored out
side the bay. Good morning"
Ned wasted no time. Bobbie Bleth-
ering had a stanch little boat, and Bob
bic was routed out of bed Immediately,
yawning and wondering why the world
could never be at peace. But he was
ready, though it took his agitated wife,
Iris, seven minutes to make him COM
prehend that the Hilarity was boat.
She had to suppress all her ebullient
emotions to do it, but she relieved her
mother and father at their beautiful
home in Brynport.
AS the sun pushed its scarlet rim up
into the edge of the dawn and stared
in pleased surprise at the beautiful
girl who was speeding toward tho
marshy shore low, gray skiff with
portable motor attached to its stern
skipped in and ou. of the dimness
among the black hulls at the rivers
edge. In the skIff were three rough
looking men and roughly dressed
woman. who sat huddled IN the bow.
All four We're silent but their furtive
eyes roved constantly over every ves-
sci around which they crept. In the
bottom of the boat were a huge bundle
of celery and loosely piled tarpaulin.
Suddenly the woman leaned forward
and touched the nearest man on the
knee. He was big, rawboned man
with a bronzed face and a deep scar
ON his chin. The woman pointed, and
the man turned his evil eyes in that
direction. Surrounded by black coal
barges was a shining houseboat with
brass rails, mahogany cabin and all
the fittings and appointments which
extravaganza could devise.
The man at the stern, lean, wiry
fellow with a hooked nose and a lean
jaw which ended in big knob on each
cheek, slowed down the engine until
1t was noiseless. They completely
circled tho two adjoining docks before
they came back to the slip where coal
barges lay; then the skiff glided in
beneath the overhang of the barges,
and the big man with the scar on his
chin knocked on the hull. No noise
from within. The man picked up a
club and pounded. No stirring.
| There was not a living creature in
sight except these four early morning
birds of prey.
"All right, Babe" growled the man
with the scar on his chin.
The woman looked up at the house
boat as If she were estimating for
herself its plan, arrangement and all
the mysteries which 1t might contain
She slowly rose and cast aside her
shawl. She had been beautiful once
She still bore traces of it, would have
shown more traces had she not been
unkempt and in frowsy clothing.
''It's wonder Jake wouldn't take a
chance on the break-in once in awhile"
! she complained. Hes as light on his
feet as l am"
"But 1 amt 30 quick in the head"
hastily compllmented Jake.
"That'H do" growled the leader OF
the party. up with you, Babe"
The woman shrugged her shoulders
and put her roughly shod foot into the
big mans outstretched palm. He raised
slowly and lifted the woman straight
up so that she could draw herself on
board.
She disappeared. The three men sat
silent
"All right, Ben" The woman's face
! peered over the rail. "Say, it's nes.
| selrOde!'
The lean Jake stepped forward
promptly and climbed up over the big
mans back. perfectly contented now
! that he knew the silken hung house.
! boat to be empty. The third man with
I little patches of half formed beard on
his face took the rudder; then the huge
Ben jumped up. caught the deck rail
! and drew himself upward.
For the hundredth time Ned put his
head out of the window. At last they
were coming! He seized his coat and
hat. hurried down to the street and
! jumped into the mechanics seat OF
Bobbie Blethering's roadster before II
had come to full stop; then they
turned and whirled away toward the
docks. Honoria Blye in her electric
coupe was headed for that destination
too. and on the yacht Gilbert Blye was
experimenting with impatient energy
the loading of the gasoline tanks In
the two small boats.
See Runaway June in motion pic
lures every Monday at the Victoria
Theater. The pictures each week por-
tray the episode published in the Tele-
graph the week previous.--Adv