Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-04-14

death. Before we could reach the hut
there were shrieks upon shrieks in
young girls voice, then shots, one aft
er another. Wonderfulw He shook
back his long hair and laughed, and
his wife paled. June trembled and
grew faint with the memory of it, and
her eyes distended with a recurrence
of her terror. "As we burst through
the tall marsh rushes I saw on the is
land this beautiful creature held by
a gigantic murderer. A woman with a
beautiful silk shawl over her rough
clothing was running toward the hut
Another murderous thief was lying on
the ground. Down the channel from
the open water there came two speed
boats, one driven by a manlwith a
mustache, in evening clothes and n
silk hat, and the other, driven by a
round headed man, carried a dark,
handsome fellow with a black Van
dyke, who stood up shooting two re-
volvers. | fred in the air. The gi-
gantic murderer dropped this beauti-
my boat. in terror not only Of the des-
perate bandit, but of the men in the
boats. Jimmy threw on full speed,
and away we darted, hotly pursued by
an entire bay full of shouting, gestic-
ulating people. 1t was marvelousi l
have never enjoyed such morning.
"You poor dearw The artists wife
was instantly contrite. You must be
tired and cold and half famished and
frightened TO death. And you're all
wetw She raised June by the hand.
"The Spirit of the Marsh" mused tho
artist, studying June critically.
Mrs. Durban's bright eyes sparkled
back at him as she led June away to
her own rooms, where she selected a
negligee for her beautiful charge.
In richly furnished Office which
contained no hint of business except
for its telephone and the long rows of
push buttons sat Gilbert Blye and Orin
Cunningham and T. ]. Edwards In
earnest conference, Cunningham still
in his evening clothes, Edwards still
with his pajamas buttoned inside his
coat and the carpet slippers on his
feet. Button after button the black
Vandyked man pushed, and one after
another silent, stealthily moving, non.
communicative men came in and with
grave faces received their instructions
and departed.
Henri and Marie stood in front of q
mottle faced desk sergeant with a
sausage-like red mustache.
"Your Names" he demanded.
"Voila" agreeably returned Henri
II am-ugh!' And he lifted his foot
sharply. Marie had kicked him on tbs
shins.
"He is Jules Lefon," snapped Marie
"Non! Non! Non! Indignantly OBJ
jected Henri, and there ensued a vigor
GUS argument.
"And l am Rose Hesper," calmly
! finished Marie.
whats the charger asked the desk
sergeant.
"Swlping a boat" This hoarse in
formation came from the overcoat and
cap.
"I don't know about the Frenchman,
whispered the phenomenally long po
liceman in the sergeant's red ear, "but
the girl seems to be all right. She
knows officer Dowd on the east sid'
/ and Moran and O'Toole and thai
bunch"
"Ohw The information seemed II
have some weight. The officer RAISED
heavily from his wide chair ant
waddled through the door just back o.
him. He was, gone long, silent min
utes, but when he came back his brow
was knotted into what seemed per
| manent corruga tions. ESQ you're {
friend of Dowd and Moran and O'Tool'
and that bunch!' he thundered at th'
Iuckless Marie. well, telephone'
'em all. and not one of 'em know
any Rose Hesper! Lock 'em up
"But. monsieur. it is all mistakeT ?
cried the pseudo Jules I.efon. Made
moisele is no."
Crack. That kick on the shin wa
distinctly audible throughout the littl
room. but It had its effect. Henri q
last had the hint, and he shut his lip
tightly together beneath his tiny mus
tache as he and Marie, to the intens
qualification of the overcoat and car
were led away and locked in their re
spective cells.
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