The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-03-21
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away into the night in Blyes luxurious limousine the heavy with the thick eyelids up in front with the driver, the middle aged and the yivacious brunette with and fright on their pale faces the dome light of the shone down upon them, and on the 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 Bye bending over June with that suave smile. on his lips.
 Too late! Too late for anything but his stupor The limousine bad turned the corner. On that side of the cafe there was not taxi to be seen. Bob bies stood in front. the other street. While Iris endeavored to the stupefed Ned, Robbie ran around and brought his roadster. They drove up to the corner and turned 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! It was as if the earth had opened and swallowed her up.
 It might as well, for June, in a swift motorboat with the gay party which had Kidnapped her from the cafe, then swiftly approaching long, low yacht which oomed gracefully above them in the misty river.
 Junes struggles useless in that heaving water 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 was pulled up to the deck Below her she heard the laughter of the three who had abducted her. and with their laughter blended the shri high voice of that vivacious brunette Tommy Thomas. Inne's 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 tottering June was con fronted by stoid steward with gray mutton chop whiskers and puckered looking stewardess, who wore, if habitually, half whimper.
 srhe dearie looks faint" said the stewardess.
 Well, bring the young lady glass of wine, you," gruffy ordered the steward.
 Mrs Willard came in and dropped in chair, while the yivacious Tommy danced to the gold lacquered piano, its beautiful marine view painted by the famous velaz Blye and the white mustached Cunningham and the heavy Edwards followed laughing, Wilkins wheeled in from the pantry . portable buffet it's frosty topped bottles packed in glistcnng ice.
 Have a taste of this dearie. It will soothe your nerves The whining stewardess held to June's lips glass of sherry, but June drew away from it with repugnance, and, rising, hurried away from the sumptuously 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, it's mahogany walls paneled with ivory tinted tapestry, it's brass bed hung with rich lace
 June hesitated, but down the passageway came Orin Cunningham, his eyes twinkng 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 nimble fingers of Tommy Thomas.
 Blye sat quietly, with that suave smile upon his lips and stroking his black Vandyke with his long. lean white fingers, upon one of which sparkled diamond. He rose presently, and, tiptoeing down the gangway. stopped at June's door and listened. He could hear an occasional stded sob as June sat amid the soft cushions of the couch. Before her, through half open door, could be seen glimpse of a snowy white bathroom. and in the adjoining little pale blue bcudoir stood June's own luggagel
 Ned! That brief sight of him had filled June's whole soul with longing. Poor little runaway bride!