Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1915-04-10
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drew forth before the revelers who had
gathered in her parlor the raiment in
which they had last seen the beautiful
June. Grin Cunningham stopped down.
with an oath. and picked up something
which had fallen TO the floor. The
string Of pearlsl He stamped upon the
floor in rage.
stop that messenger boyF' came the
cold, hard tones OF Gilbert Blye.
Where did you get this bundie7' de-
manded Grin Cunningham
The boy hitched his trousers
Il amt supposed 10 tell"
How much did you get for not tell
ingT' demanded Mrs Russell.
IAN she hsd-T0 cents"
abr Cunningham thrust his hands
tn his pockets. Then he flushed as he
turned 70 Gilbert Blye.
Blye scowled. and there was fash
OF temper on his dark, handsome face
as he thrust some money into the hand
OF Cunningham.
Here's So said Orin. Now. where
did you get this bundle?"
.Telun's always worth more than not
tellin'." he sagely observed and jerked
us EhiA SIP AAtAAA LIZ ElNAEL- A-NAN .
the address,
Gilbert Blye. casting a glance at the
slip donned his hat and coat. opened
the door and strobe out on the steps
The stealthy figure which had crept
along the han suddenly darted out of
the door after the messenger boy and
hurried up the street with him. 1t was
Marie.
Down the street there whizzed the
black curtained limousine. Blye bur
ried out to it as It stopped and, with
blazing Impotence. called, Come on
Cunningham dashed from the house
and jumped into the Limousine. while
Blye gave swift directions to his driver
He. too. hoped in and shut the door
and threw up the side curtains, reveal
ing the car empty except for himself
and Cunningham. The women In the
door called something in shrin excite
ment as the car rushed away. but Scat
ii paid no attention. and the well
known and justly famous private de
tective, Bill Wolf, groaned.
Around the corner dashed the family
car Of the Moores, and Ned Warner.
leaning tensely forward. gritted his
teeth and cllnched his fists as the black
curtained limousine once more rounded
a corner.
The dumpy landlady knocked at the
door of June's little bedroom and stop
ped in profound establishment when
she entered. At the rickety table sat
her new lodger in a plain, cheap black
dress. bent earnestly forward. She was
sewing pants,
why. I hardly knew YOU" said the
Iandlady. looking around the room. (
She waddied TO the door of the fiimsy
and peered il. 1t was emp
T.. where's them fine clothes you
had?"
They did not belong to me- June (
said simply. Il sent them away"
"Oh. you did! what about the neck
Iace7"
''That was a gift which could not !
accept" and June's eyes dropped Il |
sent 1t away also
throat and looked Mt the stack Of pants I
and at the delicate fingers which were 1
aboriously pushing the needle through i
The coarse cloth. by the wav. for /
cot TO get any rent from you. always .
get a week I'm advance" /
June smiled wanly and shook her 4
head Il am sorry" she said. Il have
10 money
"Whatr' The duinpy landlady jump .
II TO her feet she WAS breathing 50
lard that she wheezed. NO money,
Young lady. you'n have TO get OUT
'Oh. nor pleaded June Please
She turned for one last word Of ap-
zeal. but the landlady's- pitiless ARA
vas orIrstretc bed
Go be Continued Next Saturday,