Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-02-27

hurry to go! The yellow haired wo-
man overlook her In the hall, and she
patted June on the shoulder.
You're all right, Peachie," she ap-
proved, "but remember this, the flxer
gets the blisters.''
, June was putting on her hat and
coat when Mrs Perry wonderingly fol-
lowed the yellow haired woman
through the hall. 1t was yellow heads
regular plan of campaign to confront
people without previous explanation.
1t saved wear and tear on the nerves.
A moment later there was a shrek,
and as June came to the door Mrs.
Perry, her eyes wild and her hair fly
ing, came rushing back through the
hall. She had gone only as far as the
parlor door and at the first sight of her
husband had run. overwhelmed with
unreasoning terror. Back into the sa-
Ion Mrs. Perry fed and to her place
next the dealer. With snakelike swift
ness she jerked open the money draw
er beneath the dealers card box and
snatched from 1t the shining revolver
which she had so often seen there.
There was an instant's commotion,
shrieks of fright, an overturning of
chairs, as with wild cry the woman
swiftly raised the revolver to her tenn
pie. Before she could press the trig-
ger, however, June's strong young arm
had thrown up the woman's wrist, and
the bullet which would have ended
Mrs. Perry's life went into the ceiling.
Jackson Perry came bursting through
the door and found June in the midst
of the pandemonium, with the limp
Mrs. Perry in her arms.
"Gwenw cried the man, and the call
came from his heart. He had feared
that she was dead, but she opened her
eyes as he took her in his arms, and
there in the midst of that frantic com
motion their lips met in the kiss of
new betrothal.
The yellow haired woman had wait
ed only to see Perry clasp his wife in
his arms; then. leaving wide the salon
door, she rushed toward the basement
door.
Ready with that fire?'' she yelled.
''It's ready, all right" replied the
page girl, bursting out of the base
ment door, and with her came a tre-
mendous cloud Of smoke. 1t poured into
the hall and into the salon. The page
girl was choking with 1t. ''They fooled
the first one, and the boss has been
fighting ever since, trying to keep the
shack from burning down."
June rushed out through the hall.
'Not that way" called the page girl.
"The cops are at the door! Wait for
the firemenr'
The explanation of that was slow in
coming to June. When the yellow hair
ed woman sent for husband she had
always to fear the police, and the only
way to foil a raid was to confuse it
with a fire.
Thoroughly frightened, June turned
back toward the salon, and as she pass
ed the basement door she saw coming
up through the rolling yellow smoke.
the dark, black vandyked face of Gill
bert Blye!
"This way!' called the yellow haired
woman and with a jerk of a tasseled
curtain cord drew aside the great vel
low hangings of the salon windows,
which ran to the floor.
The terrified women threw open the
windows in an instant and were out
on the latticed balcony, down the steps
and through the yard to the walled
park fronting on the other side.
AS June sped away she heard the
elang,of the fire engines and the hoarse
shouts of the gathering crowd in front
Of 4S Kingsley court
Blye had dashed after her, but he
reached the street only in time to see
her boarding a downtown car. He
caughl the next one.
All unconscious that she was pur-
aued and grown careless by her three
days of safety in the Widow O'Keefe's
thoroughly protected house. June
alighted at her usual corner and hur-