The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-02-10
ward seat and sat with ner.


Back near the abandoned taxi there
was frantic group. Ned Warner. his
face as set as if it had been chiseled
from marble. stood in the center of the
road with his fists clinched until his
nails dug into his palms. There could
be no doubt now that Gilbert Blye's
pursuit of Ned's wife. June, was de
Hberate and purposeful.
June's father strobe slowly up and
down. his lips compressed and his
brows black. He passed Ned half a
dozen times, but they did not exchange
q word
Bobbie Blethering and the driver of
the Moore limousine had sprung out to
repair their respective tires, but Iris
Blethering. who had INDUCED in a few
violent sobs us a preliminary to fur
Their action, suddenly discovered the
economic waste. Here. Bobbie.' she
called. get back and help Jerry and
let our car go. There's room for all
of us in the limousine"
Up came Mrs. Rlye's auto
You're to jump in with Mrs. Blye,
Ned. and go straight on Iris shouted.
Get right in, Don't waste minuter'
y y
husband of june Warner into the seat
| by the side of the determined wife of
the man with the black Vandyke. The
electric rolled away ut its utmost speed.
At BIyes club the limousine stopped,
| while the black Vandyked man alight-
! ed. June smiled as she babe him good
night. but she was very thoughtful
nevertheless and troubled. Blye stood
/ on the steps of the club and gazed
| after the receding car with smile of
satisfaction.
The limousine sped on to the address
which Blye had given the driver June
studied the house earnestly. 1t was
smart looking building. The windows
were brilliantly lighted, and in the par
lor were three young ladies in rather
striking evening dress. June gave the
driver the address of modest hotel.
halfway to their destination June
changed her mind. The modest hotel.
she remembered. had blazing lobby.
and there was no way to pass in or out
without being stared at. She gave the
driver another address. Marie saw
June's panic in her face. She found
! the little hands of June cold with
nervous collapse.
East she snapped to the driver.
II don't know the number. III tell
you when we get there
A few minutes later they stopped in
front of Il dingy looking building with
no light in the vestibule. Marie jump
ed out and rang the dOorbell. a wom-
an came to the door. They exchanged
a few brief words, and Marie ran down
to the limousine.
Its all right, Junie. Mrs. BOales
has u nice back room for you and a
cot for me-"
June stepped from the car with a
sigh of relief a home of any sort was
welcome now. 1t had been long and
exciting day.
81 know the room, Miss June" said
, Marie, sweeping past with her arms
full of fuftles.
Blye was in front of his club with {
gray mustached, jovial looking. pini
faced man when the car returned.
Where did you take her, ScattiT
Blye asked.
"She wouldn't stop at Mother Rus
sel's," began Scatti confdentially
She
: I'VE know that" interrupted tn,
gray mustached man, Grin Cunning
l ham.
There was no number on the house
boss, but l can find it"
I Drive US there directed Blye
Down on the dingy east side street h
e tried earnestly to pin down Scatti
= dizzied memory. Up and down BLY,
L moved, seeking in every window 70
some sign of the runaway bride. Sud
!. denly his eye caught the CLINT of some
thing in a vestibule. He ran up tn
steps. The glittering object was
{ buckle on a dainty little slipper, on
which June's collie had carried dow
/ to the taxi for her when she had stole
! her clothes and Marie from her fl
theirs house. He jotted the humble
, of the house in a memorandum book.