The Ocala evening star., 1915-05-05
SEVENTH EPISODE
The TOrmeHtOrS.
CHAPTER I.

quickly and snatched some
thing from the hoor while i've
IL strangers peered into every alb
surd nook and. corner OF the two rooms
and bath which comprised the Widow
O'Keefe's top door suit The object
was a small snapshot OF June
The deserted husband OF pretty June
Warner was &C the hall door with his
hand reached out for the knob. and I'm
another instant Ned Warner and June
world have been face TO faceI In that
instant the Widow O'Keefe whipped
the snapshot under her apron and the
very swiftness Of the motion struck
into the corner OF Ned Warmers rest
less eyes. He turned. and he and the
father Of June glanced at each other
There was something suspicious In the
bent and warped and wftheEed Widow
O'Keefe and her tall slip OF SON Ned
came abruptly from the door and re-
newed his search AT that very mo-
ment June, just outside, had paused
on the third step from the bottom To
retde the bow upon her saucy little slip
per and TO give IT a vigorous pat 70
make II behave and stay In place
Slim young Sammy O'Keefe walked
60 the window, whistling. and glanced
out with an air OF great indifference
On the other side OF the street stood
Omcer Toole, and his eyes roved anx-
iously from window to window Of the
narrow, dfngy slice Of q house which
was the Widow O'Keefe's- At sight Of
Sammy Odicer Toole pointed energet-
fcally toward the door. He waved both
arms and pointed toward the doorway.
Sammy then slipped quietly out of
the room
Junel The Estless Sammy used the
next quickest method TO wireless
With one notseless spring be straddled
the banister rail. whizzed around the
curve and down to June, who was
halfway up the stairs, jumped or with
a footstep as light as a feather. grab
bed the astounded girl by the wrist
and dragged her down the steps at the
risk Of both their necks. Sammy show
ed June into the second door hall
closet. Sammy locked the door and
stuck the key I'm his pocket and set
the springs I'm his thin legs to work
and was sitting laz1ly ON the top step
bored and whistling softly, when Ned
Warner and Mr. and Mrs. John Moore
and Bobby and Iris Blethering came
ont, Bobby extremely detected and Iris
explaining volubly that it was all On
mistake. June couldn't possibly have
been here But she must have been,
after an, because Still. how could
It be?
June I'm the dark closet, shut or from
all light and sound, stood bewildered
her eyes dfstended I'm the darkness
while Ned stood not two feet away
from her. he had paused before that
very door, as IL some delicate mag
netism had caught and held him there
No trace OF her anywhere; no trace Of
Marie, the French Canadian maid with
the high cheek bones; no trace OF the
mysterious black Vandyked man. whom
none OF them had cared TO mention &c
the Widow O'Keefe, Gilbert Blyel Ned
clinched his lsts, and his brow grew
black as his mind filed with the imagf
Of that dark. handsome face with its
/ glowing eyes and s1ave smile That
image had never been absent from
Ned's mind since the disappearance OF
his beautiful bride. A thousand times
that succession Of incidents had fash
ed upon his memory with vivid clear
ness-June asleep In the Pullman draw
ing room on their honeymoon trip.
while he, MP forward, happily smoked
| the finding her gone after the train
had left Tarnville; the discovery that
she had been helped by the black
Vandyked man TO board a local head
al to New York. Ned'S chase aftel
them I'm an express train, and his train
| pulling alongside them I'm the approach
TO the Grand Central station; the sight
through the windows of the parallel
cars, OF that suave stranger bending
over June with his internal smile, and
her smiling up at him; Blye following
June's tax IN another from the sta
| ton, and Ned's fruitless pursuit I'm o
third taxi; the chase out 20 Brynpori
that same night. when June had stolen
| her clothes and Marie; the return
chase, where Ned had seen June and
Marie step into Blye's luxurious limou-
| sine and whirl away with html Ev-
erywhere that Ned had found q trace
| OF June he had found a trace OF Gil
bert Blye, and he wished Go live for
one thing-to meet Blye face TO face
and with his bare hands strangle that
| scoundreI TO deathI
Ned became aware OF the Widow
| OKeefe eyfng him from midway OF
the stairs She was a fran looking
| old woman. with her gnarled hands
clasped before her. but her beady little
eyes were as sharp as the unexpected