The Washington herald., 1915-04-04
TWELFTH EPISODE.
The Spirit Of the Marsh.
CHAPTER I

"a her stovepipe, suddenly stopped Its churn
~ ing halfway across New York bay as the
principal passenger, long nosed woman
with high arched brows, recognized through wab-
bly, jonted telescope the leaders in a procession OF
five speedy motorboats which swept rapidly toward
her.
Turn around quickr' the woman ordered as the
first motorboat bore down. and she dashed cinder
from her beady eve. Here comes the runaway
bride-
I'm turning her now, ma am reported SNORT
thick Individual whose round face was one consecu-
tive smudge Don't you hear our engines stopping:
There she goesw screeched Honoria Blye as the
long. narrow steel gray boat flashed past bearing.
besides its driver beautiful young girl In yacht
ing costume protected much as possible from the
flying spray in the arm Of tall man with soft
felt hat and loosely knotted cravat
why, she isn't with my husband" cried Honorla
Blye.
"No'm." confessed Bill Wolf, putting a fresh
smudge on his round face the cinder laden smoke
rolled down; mot now" His perple1ity cleared. be
,pied the second boat There he comes"
.3ilbertr screamed the woman as the second boat
shot BY driven by a heavy man with round neao
and thick hdded eyes, and carrying as Its passenger
dark handsome man with a black Vandyke, whose
whole attention was fixed on the beautiful girl in
the forward boat "Gillyr The dark. handsome
man paid no attention You viper!' she shrieked;
then she whirled to Bill Wolf. why don't you turn
this around and chase them?'
Were turning, ma TepOI6u Dill "oii' iooA-
ing an1iously in at the engineer Don't you hear
the engine reversing?"
The third boat shot past, driven by a white mus
tached man in evening clothes
THAT'S the creature who corrupted my husband.
shrieked Honoria. HE was with Gilbert the night
he took his trunk away! You beast"' she screamed.
and then she caught sight OF the occupants In the
fourth boat little chauffeur with blazing eyes and
the tiniest Of mustaches and stiff woman. who
bent eagerly forward
The maid of the runa way BRIDE explained the
Justly famous detective, Bill Wolf "Do you notice
that we're turning now, mas
Ned Warner, the deserted groom announced
Honoria Blye as the fifth boat darted past Ned
held binoculars to his and they were focused
alternately beautiful June Warner In the arm OF
the artist and upon the closely pursuing Gilbert
Blye. With him were a plump and placid small
man. who drove with unwelcome creases in his
brow, and a generously plump young woman, who
was half hysterical.
Were turned ma'am" said Bill Wolf. clutching
Honoria Blye by the elbow. Don't you see the
Woolworth buildngT'
On the dock there stood a Waterman who consist
ed Of overcoat and cap and silently, motionless
~ hour BY hour he looked out toward the bay.
,wift motorboat slender pointed steel gray. dashed
up, and from it the artist quickly lifted beautiful
June Warner. The overcoat and cap moved not
muscle but from far of Ned Warner, in the fifth
boat OF that strange regatta, through his powerful
newly found protector. saw. from the bend of his
head, that the artists eyes were filled with appre-
cation for the beauty of the fair little runaway
BRIDE. Straight up the dock they ran to the street
and hailed passing taxi and whirled away.
A keen little racer dashed up. spraying the water
In q glittering translucent sheet it curved into
the slip. From It spranS the black Nandyked Gil
bart Bys in time to see the taxicab whirl away
With beautiful June. Through his powerful binocu-
lars Ned Warner saw Blye gesticuating with anger,
saw the heavy, round headed Edwards climb cum-
Sly upon the dock and stamp his foot
A third boat, q trim, 1.-the little cutter. From 1t
scrambled the white mustached Grin Cunningham.
Through his powerful binoculars Ned Warner saw
Cunningham too. give way to a at Of fury, and
Ned finally gritted his teeth and clinched his fists
as he saw these scoundrely pursuers Of his lovely
bride race up the dock They hailed a passing taxi
and whired away up the street
fourth boat A little French chauffeur with a
tiny nustache and a stif woman with high cheek
bones who bent and unbent painfully she
pulled to the dock.
-Heyp The overcoat and cap at last had moved,
rapidly, violently. They pounced between Henri and
Marie. you're pinched!'
~Pinched monsieur1 Impossible~ protested Hen
RI In establishment For what IL It that we are
pinched? Behold the boatI We have returned it"
Marie started to run away.
"Hoorayw On his side Henri jerked and, laugh
ing gayly, sprinted after Marie Up on the street.
In the shelter of q warehouse. stood touring car
As he ran Henri reached in his pocket for a Key
Behind them came pounding the overcoat and cap.