The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-04-04

Wait a minute" And Officer Dowd staked out to the desk. Well Dan. you got the wrong par ties" he announced. What's against my friend, Rose Hesper?n
 "Copplng n motorboat last night" said the ser geant. looking at the hotfer.
 Wrong party" returned Dowd promptly. T was with Rose Hesper myself last night her and her little friend, and didn't leave tho cafe til nearly daybreak"
 The sergeant made an entry on the blotter.
 "I1i tell that dock watchman ifs an alib"
 twill he stand for it?" Dowd asked
 If he don't we'll push him of the docke calmly stated the sergeant Joe. bring out and IT. Five out first and displayed her friendly gums. Where's your little frend? asked Officer Dowd. waiting and glancing past dejected looking little chauffeur with a tiny mustache who came through the cell door.
 That's him." and Marie introduced Henri.
 The big policeman and the little chauffeur glared at each other moment. while the cheek bones of Marie grew red with pleasure.
 Henri looked about him wistfuiiy.
 'I am happy that have met you. NJ. Dowd-" He bowed polsely. Now go, Mile. Marie'
 Marie displayed her friendly smile to Henri and then to Officer Dowd.
 Won't you come with sg' she inquired
 You'll come with mef he blurted and grabbed her by the arm.
 Bill Wolf called up Honoria Bye,
 Got hmr' he triumphantly yelled. Say listen. l just done fine piece of work sleuthed the oth- CT partys detectives. They got the girls dog, and they've spotted your husbands limousine Join me in front of the Biakely building. and I'll lead you to them
 At the moment Neds detectives were tee- phonng the same information to the anxious group in the Warner apartments
 Didn't tell you we'd find clew fv exclaimed Iris Blethering and sobbed to relieve her feelings
 The little runaway bride was a picture which would have held the eye of any artist she lay asleep in the inglenook with the flare of the flames dancing about her The fllmy negligee had slipped from one smooth round shoulder and her pretty head with the wavy hair rippling back from her brow. rested upon tapering white She sud denly awoke under Durbans intense gaze and flush ing, hastily drew the negligee In place.
 You've spoiled itv' cried Durban. My Spirit of the Marsh. Come herer' He caught her hand and raised her
 He led her bcwdered before the big canvas where. crudely indicated by few rough strokes of the crayon the Spirit of the Marsh hovered over her domain
 You must be my moder' he excedly informed her. T will pay you any price you wish Here is money in advance And, jerking q wad of loose bills from hts pocket, he thrust them in her hand Now stand here.'. He so quick, so en- ergetc, so fired with impatient fervor. that June had no time 10 think, much less protest He half led. half pulled, her the small dais which he hastily showed into position. He caught up sharp knife It would not do He ran to n worlbasket in the alcove and brought back long pair shears and with one clip slit the hlmy neglgee at the shoulder.
 At that moment the portieres opposite the big opened far enough to reveal the dark hand face of the black Vandyked Gilbert Bye.
 Toward the Durban house there dashed two auto mobiles the electric of Honoria Bye and the Moore family car, with the parents and husband of June and her bosom friend Iris Blothering, and Robbie. Marie and Officer Dowd suddenly interrupted in their eisurely stroll by loud yelp and white and brown streak threw itself against Marie. Bouncer! He parked: he circled; he ran up the 4ln ~,of.. l .1.- Miss Junier' cried Marie, and. clutching Officer Dowd by the sleeve she up the street after the dog.
 Vivian Durban, her chin tilted, her face serene her step deliberate and leisurely into her studio. Whatever she had been about to say froze her lips she the tableau before the The exquisitely nodded runaway bride draped like the Spirit of the Marsh, stood upon the dais "Oh" The word was shriek. Vivian Durban rushed down the length of the studio, towering with rage. ESQ that's itr' she cried. 'That's why you brought this creature here.
 "Viviv' protested the artist.
 "Out of my houser' the woman screamed at June, her fingers working convulsivey. "Out of my house this minuter' And she started toward the fright ened June
 "Herew Bennett Durban caught his wifes arm and held her back
 She stopped, and slowly her chin went up shs turned on him coldy.
 Either that creature leaves-goes mstantfy-or you go! This is my house.-
 With low cry June had darted across the studio, clasplng her gauzy draperies about her best she could In the hall she turned to dart up the stairs where her clothes had been left
 Out of my houser sterny called the woman, and as June stopped, bewidered half crazed. the front door opened by the smirking butler. whose fur tive eye leered at her
 Faint, dazed, scarce knowing what she dfd Juno draped the Spirit of the Marsh slipped out of tho house and into the street.
 The artist and his wife went to the porch and watched the girl iutter away The woman turned to Durban. You're in love with her. she snapped Around the corner. two blocks away tore the Moore car, with Ned Warner peering intentIy ahead From the opposite direction Honoria Blyes electric. In front of the Durban door stood luxu- rious limousine with the black shades drawn Gil bert Blye's
 AS June dashed down the steps the door of the car opened. and the white mustached Orin Cunning ham sprang out and caught June by the wrist An other figure sped from the Durban door, close upon the beautiful Spirit oe the Marsh. It was Gilbert Blye, and he held outstretched voluminous black cloak.
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