The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-05-14


Forward Eagerly.
mouth. 1t was the we'll known and
justly famous private detective. Bill
Wolf.
Got him, Mrs. BlyeT' he triumphant.
ly husked. Your husband is right up.
stairs-with the grip
1.-THE viper!' Kissed Honoria Blye and
dashed into the dim hallway.
Bill Wolf caught her as she started
up the stairs. Seas
Not so fast, madam he called and
laid hold of her arm. This way.
please
But my husband! The girl. Juner'
They're. here all right. and they
can't get away. Here's your pictures.
ma'am. and here's your BILL"
He handed her a large roll of paper
and two photographs, one Of Gilbert
Blye and one of June Warner.
Upstairs there was a scene of wild
confusion. The runaway bride, her
mother. Iris Blethering and the viva
cious Tommy Thomas were screaming
in hysteria, while the heavy man with
the thick eyelids and the man with the
white mustache and Bobbie Blethering
and half a dozen other men rushed
upon the fiercely struggling men on the
floor.
MY husbandv' shrieked June. MY
husband!" And she ran around and
around the excited pack of scrambling
men, followed by the leaping, barking
Bouncer.
Into this tumultuous scene there
rushed Marie and Officer Dowd and
fat old black Aunt Debby just as Bob
bic by main strength dragged from
Gilbert Blye the maddened assailant
who had sprung upon him.
Gilbert Blye rose feeling of his throat,
and for a moment he contemplated Ned
Warner with daZed bewilderment; then
flush of anger came into his cheeks,
and his black eyes blazed.
Let him goT' he yelled. and, thrust.
ing the heavy Edwards out of his way,
he made mad rush for the man who
had attempted to strangle him.
1t was huge Officer Dowd who this
time jumped in between the two furi-
Gus combatants and. with the aid of
half dozen young men, prevented the
desperate encounter which would have
ensued
my husband" sobbed June and tried
TO throw herself upon him, but he turn
ed from her. Ned! Mr.. Blye!'
A hand was laid upon Ned's arm
Iris Blethering's. She had forced her
way through the excited throng.
why, Nedw she called, shaking his
arm and locking at the eyes from
which the light of reason seemed to
have fed. Ned, listen to me. It's
Iris! Don't you see? This is a motion
picture studioT'
They all had to repeat il again and
again before they could reach his dazed
intelligence. He had seen but two OBJ
jects in all this huge room, crowded
with its moving picture machines. it's
properties, its scenery, its banks of
strange lights, and those two objects
had been his runaway bride and Gil.
bert Blye.
June! She stood now supported by
her father and mother. her large, lus.
trous eyes turned appealingly on Ned.
waiting the moment when she dared
approach him again.
Don't you understand. Ned?" she
frantically cried. Wont you under.
stand? It's motion picture play!"
Slowly he turned his CLASSY eyes In
her direction. He comprehended at
last, but there was no softening in his
face. for there still stood the dark.
handsome Gilbert Blye. Ned made a
sudden lunge for his enemy. but Officer
Dowd. watching him narrowly, stopped
him
You have been with that man ever
since you left mev' savagely charged
Ned. turning suddenly toward the
trembling June and shaking his finger
at her.
In the abandoned bank room below
Bill Wolf stood near "a dusty window
with Honoria Blye and rolled out be-
fore her bin. yards long. covering all
the separate items of his sleuthing on
the trail Of Gilbert Blye and June War.
ner.