Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-30
Runaway June
By George Randolph Chester and Lillian Chester.
Copyright 1915, by Serial Publication Corporation.

Slowly and with infinite pain NeC
finally freed his hands. They wer,
quivering as, with a mighty effort, ht
raised them to the back of his head
and fumbled with the knot which ,hel(
his gag in place. 1t seemed ages be
fore he was able to remove that tight
bandage. He removed the tight thongs
from around his ankles. He limpeC
awkwardly for half a mile, bent anC
stopped like an old man, but exercise
restored him, and by the time he found
a road he was his vigorous self agair
and full Of the dogged determination
which had led him so far in the pursuit
Of his runaway bride.
Down the highway a mile or so he
found an obscure roadhouse, and he
strode in at the saloon door.
While ordering a "bracer" for his
shattered nerves he saw his two cap
tors sitting at table. He rushed mad
ly at them and knocked them both tC
the floor. Dashing out of the place, he
saw their auto. He jumped in, pressed
the starting button and sped away.
I The house of Mrs. Willard was closed
and locked when Ned arrived there al
. o'clock in the afternoon.
In the meantime June and Mrs. Vii
lard and Bouncer were snugly en-.
sconced in pleasant hotel downtown
and before her at the writing table
Mrs. Willard held open a bank book
Its figures represented the price she
had received for the sale of her ten
best years, and she had spent an hour
In the debate of whether to give up
her earnings. June had been taken
into that debate, but she had been able
to offer no argument on either side
She had realized at last a great and
saddening truth-that every woman's
problem must be for herself alone.
Marie meantime, with Officer Dowd
as interpreter, had telephoned every
where for news of Ned Warner, but
without result; then in despair she tel
ephoned the Willard house to excuse
her absence to June. That number
did not answer after repeated trials.
Marie, more frantic than ever and
feeling sure that she was about to lose
her mind, hurried straight down to the
station and took a train to the Willard
place.
1t was closed and locked. Even the
servants were gone, but at the car.
riage entrance stood the touring car.
The garage-empty too! There were
no signs that Jens Jansen or Henri
had returned.
Just as Marie was pondering over
this remarkable circumstance there
came trudging down the drive a natty
little figure, its limbs neatly incased in
leather leggings, its cap pushed on the
back of It's head, but its tiny little
mustache all fuzzy. 1t was Henri, and
in his eyes was a very great weari.
ness.
Where is Mr.. Ned" screamed Ma.
rie.
Name of the good Lordw groaned
Henri. "He is watching the day per.
haps. Such headachew And Henri
pressed his humping brow.
Where is Jens?"
Vanished! I wake up. Jens is no
more! He has had a fight, they say.
He has been licked, they say. The
enormous ruffian who is strong enough
to box my friend Jens has stolen the
machine. Here it is. VOLTA! Jens
must have returnedw
Marie shook Henri by the sleeve.
"Where is Mr.. NedT' she demanded.
"In the woods, Henri waved his
arms comprehensively.
'Not tiedr
"As you saw him, Mile. Marie" And
once more Henri was able to laugh.
He blew a kiss TO the sky. at was
well executed, mademoiselle. 1t was
Henri, myself, who
Marie got into the car.
you take me right out there" she
ordered.
Bravo he approved. at is anoth.
er good enterprise! l have enthusi.
asmr'
''Then don't talk about it," snapped
Marie, and lightly as cat Henri climb.
ed over his spare tires, pumped into
the seat beside Marie, and away they
sped.
At 7:15 that night Bobbie and Iris
Blethering, the latter June Warmers
bosomest OF bosom friends, strolled
into the Cafe New York. Suddenly
Iris grabbed Bobbie by the arm, and
he turned to her in surprise. Iris for
the first time in her life was speech.
less, and her face was pale, but she
could look. She was staring at a ia.
bic in the corner. There sat the run.
away bride. laughing and chatting hap.