The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-16

the open water there came two speed
boats, one driven by a man with a
mustache, In evening clothes and a
silk hat, and the other, driven by a
round headed man, carried a dark,
handsome fellow with a black Van
dyke, who stood up shooting two re-
volvers. | fired in the air. The gil
gantic murderer dropped this beauti-
full creature, and she ran shrieking to
my boat. in terror not only Of the des-
perate bandit, but of the men in the
boats. Jimmy threw on full speed.
and away we darted, hotly pursued by
an entire bay full of shouting, gestic-
ulating people. 1t was marvelousl |
have never enjoyed such morning.
you poor dear!'' The artists wife
was instantly contrite. "You must be
tired and cold and half famishcd and
frightened to death. And you're ali
Wet She raised June by the hand.
The Spirit of the Marsh" mused tn,
artist, studying June critically.
Mrs. Durban's bright eyes sparkied
back at him as she led June away to
her own rooms, where she selected a
negligec for her beautiful charge.
In richly furnished Office which
contained no hint of business excepi
for its telephone and the long rows of
push buttons sat Gilbert Blye and Grin
Cunningham and L. j. Edwards I'll
earnest conference, Cunningham still
in his evening clothes. Edwards still
with his pajamas buttoaed inside his
coat and the carpet slippers on his
feet. Button alter luton the black
Vandyked man pushed. ana enc after
another silent, steGlthily moving. non.
communicative men came in ANA with
grave faces received their instructions
and departed.
HEM and Marie stood in front of
mottle faced desk sergeant with a
sausage-lile red mustat he
Your Names" he demanded.
VOLTA agrceably returned Henri.
Il am-ugh!" And he lifted his foot
sharply Marie had kicked him on the
Shins.
''fIe is Jules Lefon,' snapped Marie.'
Non! Non. Non" Indignantly OBJ
jected Henri. and there ensuetf vigor-
Gus argument
"And l am Rose Hesper." calmly
finished Marie.
What's the charger" asked the desk
sergeant
"SWiping boat" This hoarse in
formation came from the overcoat and
cap.
II don't know about the Frenchman,"
whispered the phenOmenaily long po-
liceman in the sergeant's red ear. "but
the girl seems to be all right. She
knows Officer Dowd on the east side
and Moran and O'Toole and that
bunch"
"Oh" The information seemed to
have some weight. The officer raised
heavily from his wide chair and
waddled through the door just back of
him. He was gone long, silent min
utes, but when he came back his brow
was kn0ttCd into what seemed per-
manent corrugations. $50 you're a
friend Of Dowd and Moran and O'Toole
and that bunch" he Numbered at the
luckleSs MNrie. well, telephoned
'em all, and not one of em knows
any Rose Hesper! Lock EN- up!'
"But, monsieur. it is all q mistake"
cried the pseuCo Jules Lefon. made
moisnlle is no
Crack. That kick on the shin was
distinctly audible throughout the little
room, but it had It's effect. Henri at
last had the hint, and he shut his lips
tightly together beneath his tiny mus
tache as he and Marie, to the intense
qualification Of the overc0at and cap.
were led away and locked in their re-
spective cells.
In the dainty rose and white drawing
room which Ned and June Warner had
fitted up to be their nest Ned sat In
consultation with June's father and
mother and Bobbie Blethering and
June's bosom friend, Iris, and the
three detectives. On the floor by Mrs
Moorc's feet lay June'S handsome col
lie, Bouncer, but at the first mention of
his mistress name he was up and
barking loudly.
Your wife's dog?" said the chief of
Ned's detective force, and Ned nodded
Wen take him."
Out in the bay a steam yawl, its
stovepipe cold. was being towed males
tically in by a rowboat at the oars of
which sat thin whiskered fisherman
and boy with cracked knuckles and
short, thick man, whose face was one
continuous rotary smudge. This man
was Bill Wolf, and through his smudge
were already streaking rivulets of hon
est toll. On board the yawl and urging
her crew with helpful voices and ges-
ture was HonOria Blye cinders in her
high arched brows, cinders in her dark.
ened hair and cinders in her DISPOSE
ton.
How cheerful was the blazing fire as
June reclined in the inglenook. a cup
of hot coffee on a tabOret by her side