The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-30


had caught the glitter of dia-
- mond.
wait a minute!" she called. ~ think
I'll take chance on you, after all"
The beautiful young girl swayed in
the doorway. Mrs. Waters caught her
by the arms. put down the heavy
bundle under which the girl had bent
and led her to chair.
"YOu need cup Of tea," the landlady
ratified on, and her eyes strayed cor
nerwise to the tapering white hand
upon which glowed a sparkling soil
taire The girl also wore a bright new
wedding ring!
The woman waddled away, and June
opened the bundle of pants which she
had brought with her and began to
sew.
Put 'em up!" the busting landlady
with neck like crease cried She
lifted the garment from June's lap and
tossed it aside. You can't make a
living sewing pants. A pretty girl like
you ought to get nice job in an Office
Here's cup of tea l got for you from
Mrs. Parsons and morning paper
got from Mrs. KedZie. Drink your tea
while hunt you job" And ener-
getically she turned the paper inside
out. Ny goodnessl She had been about
to drive away this beautiful young
girl! And with that costly diamond
ring on her hand and brand new
wedding ring. "T'll lend you car fare
If you want it."
Within two minutes more she had
her new ledger bundled out of the door
and on her way Ito hunt job" With
In two minutes after that a luxurious
limousine had stopped In front of the
new home of the runaway bride. The
door opened, and man with a white
mustache sprang out, followed by a
dark man with black Vandyke. They
dashed for the entrance. but noise
matted them. The sound came from the
PACK of the car and was made by a
large round lump which clustered
around the spare tire. The lump was
the private detective, Bill Wolf, and
the race which he turned sidewise as
the driver of the luxurious limousine
ran back to him was covered with dust
The driver, wide faced Italian, grin
hed as he saw that the involuntarily
faithful sleuth was firmly attached to
the tire covering by his cravat. which
was entangled In a strap.
We'll, why don't you help me, you
Dig wop?" complained the trapped de-
tective.
Help you? Surer' The driver jump
ed behind Bill Wolf and kicked him
with sound like the beating of a car
pet
"Scatti!' called the black Vandyked
man, Gilbert Blye, and the grinning
scatti ran to him.
Gilbert Blye pointed up the street
There tore toward them a family car,
on the front seat Of which. beside the
chaune1r. sat o handsome collie, June
warmers Bouncer. The black Van
dIyked man whispered In the ear Of his
driver. and the CLEAN OF Joy came into
the Italians narrow slitted eyes.
Beautiful June Warner. more appeal
ing than ever In her plain little black
dress and her fragile paIlor. entered the
door which was lettered elizabeth
nawyer-Real Estate and invest
ments." and found herself In the rallied
on reception space Of a large once
which WINS alive with the hum Of ener'
geue business. Probably a dozen other
applicants for the position which June
had come 10 seek stood IN this narrow
Space. comparing themselves critically
Win each other but the timid little
newcomer bad but very short time 20
endure tlaeiF calculating seFDuny, for
tbs door ~ q private 0lfiee opened and
pleasant faced woman still a isne ~
thought In her brow stood there, rang
nag over che idFls with AE eye ~ keen
lAstgnstAt aKad manned hnnh a.,