The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-02-05
and caught Ned by the arm. where

Is my girlT
Then she isn't here?" gasped Ned.
Come inside" John Moore's voice
had lost all its color. He led the way
into the library Now. what is all
this about: Why are you here aloneT
Il don't know June is somewhere
in New York. l was in hopes you had
heard from her
We did. She telegraphed to Iris
that she had lost her purse. Iris left
here with it TO mail it to June"
Then that's where she isl There
was relief III Ned's voice.
''Sit down." said Moore why are
you not with herr
II don't know" There was a choke
in Ned's voice. "She left me on the
train-slipped away at Farnville."
''She wouldn't do such a thing with
out good causer' declared Mrs. Moore
with firm conviction.
What happened?" This sharply
from Moore
Il don't understand She told me she
lost her purse. / gave her some mon
ey, and she went to sleep with her
head on my shoulder pillowed her
more comfortably on the seat by and
by and went into the smoker. l drop
ped in to look at her about every five
minutes, and when l came back after
we had passed Farnville she was gone
She left the money on the seat Here
it is" And he showed them the three
crumpled bills, one partly torn.
Glow do you know she returned to
New York;? demanded Moore.
II saw her. got off at the next sta
ton and telephoned The station mas
ter at Farnville reported that he saw
her getting on down train. took an
express and overhauled her as we came
into the Grand Central station. saw
her leave the station and get into
taxi"
you are holding something backr
Moore charged. II want to know the
TRUTH
"You have all can tell you" declar-
ed Ned. He would not tell them about
the black Vandyked man, and June
was Mrs. Warner now.
"Will you get your wraps, please.
Charlotte?" June's father finally said,
and rose. 1--WE are going to Iris. I'll
order the car
They were grim and silent as they
sped away.
While they rode the black Vandyked
man, in Sherry's. sat at the end of a
long table between a joviaI host with
a gray muEtache and ponderous man
with heavily lidded eyes and short
hair
There were a dozen placed at the
table. and wine Kissed at every plate,
but the others of the party. which in
cluded half dozen vivacious and gay
ly gowned young women, were dane
ing. The three men talked in low
tones. their heads bent together, and
the black Vandyked man was the
most silent. Finally he began to talk
and grew enthusiastic, and presently
he drew forth Junes little gold watch.
Then he flashed open the lid All
three men bent eagerly over it. They
gazed uron the lovely features Of the
runaway bride. their faces bent close
together. They clapped the black Van
dyked man on the shoulder
1t was during this time that June
Warner, sitting quietly in a corner of
the library with Bobbie and Iris and
with her mothers purse still in her
hand heard familiar voice in the
vestibuIe.
Daddy" She dashed from her
chair in fash and went upstairs to
her room.
Where's Junie?" Mrs Moore had
| pushed through ahead of the lien.
John Moore walked straight to Bob
bic Blethering and shook an awe in
spring finger at that young man.
where's my girl?" he demanded.
Bobbie slowly Strengthened.
well, she's here" he said. What
of it?"
I'll tell you what of it, said Iris
June has decided not to see any of
you just yet, and she WON'T"
Iris" begged Mrs Moore. what
does it all mean?"
Iris took two letters from the mantel.
| She gave one to Ned and one to Mrs.