South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-03-07

wilderment to find herself gaz-
- ing up into the dark. hand
some face Of the black Vandykea
man. She was IN his arr. Is. She felt
another clasp about heI-the man with
the white mustache. Gilbert Blye gen.
thy released his hold Of her, and the
white mustached man turned to carry
her up the hill. Her eyes closed again.
Gilbert Blye, freed Of his beautiful
burden, hurried up the embankment TO
where his luxurious limousine stood
by the side OF the broken rail. AS he
jumped into the drivers seat and put
his foot on the clutch and his hand on
the brake he glanced down at the
scene Of the accident. The taxi lean
ed against a sturdy tree which had
stopped it from a fatal tumble Blyes
chauffeur, the wide featured Scatti,
was bringing up the unconscious driv-
er OF the taxi The vivacious bru-
nette and the heavy man with the
thick lidded eyes were helping Mrs.
Willard. That gentle faced woman
had insisted upon walking. but she
came with a painful limp, and her
ed the car forward with jerk, turned
it dextrously In the narrow road and,
jumping down, arranged the cushions
with a swiftly certain hand.
When June again opened her eyes
Blye was brushing back her soft
brown hair from her pale forehead,
but he was not holding her. She was
in the luxurious Limousine, with her
head pillOwed on the shoulder of the
white mustached man, Grin Cunning
ham, and his arm was about her. She
Strengthened as she became aware OF
that clasp ard B5ye, his black eyes
glowing down upon her, smiled reas-
suringly. The car started. and she
turned to look at Mrs. ynIard, who
sat beside her with compressed lips.
The injured taxi driver was up ia
front. supported by the heavy udded
man. The runaway bride closed her
eyes again and sank back into the sup
port which she so much detested.
Blye! How much be had been In
her life since she had run away from
Ned! And little did June know that
Ned. through his detective. had OBJ
tanned the number of the auto in which
she had driven that day. The number
was M6O7707.
Soon June lay in her little room in
the hospital. her hair waving about
her on the white pillow. and her
friends were permitted to bid her good
night. The vivacious Tommy Thomas
sat at the head of her bed and stroked
June's white hand; Grin Cunningham.
a particularly debOnair figure as he
leaned against the window casing,
smoothing his white mustache. twin
killed. over at her; I. J. Edwards. the
heavy man with the thick eyelids and
the round head with its absurdly short
cropped gray hair. was gentle in his
rough way. Gilbert Blye. over by the
door, had not much TO say. but he new
er removed his luminous gaze from
the runaway bride, and when the pink
checked nurse came TO drive them out
Blye was the last to make his adieus.
and, bending over gracefully, he kissed
her handl
-~Td like TO make you a niue pres
emit" said HonOria in sugared accents.
and. fumbling in her pocketbook. she
produced a bin.
Scatti turned 20 her with alacrity.
and every line in his broad low face
widened.
The line OF his lips also thickene5
rs be separated them in a grin of pleas
ure. He took the bill with Joy, looked
at its denomination in the light of one
of his side lamps. topped open his
heavy drivers coat showed the bin
deep in his trousers pocket and leit-
toned his coat tightly from top TO bot
tom.
Now. yOu'll tel me where Mr. Blye
was this evening. won't youg'' she
wheedled
The smile faded from Scatti's lines.
Aren't YOU going TO tell me:' And
the voice rose another notch
No answer.
Give me back that money! she
screamed
There were thirty-seven lights TO ne
counted before the perspective merged
IN blur Scatd calmly inspected
them all in deep absorption. but during
the entire time that one narrow slit OF
an eve had a dancing CLEAN in IT.
HonoTia scowled back at the impos-
ing entrance to the club The doors
stood wide open. Inside the teSsellat-
ed vestibule were sufly uniformed at
tendents. Beyond was marble col
umned bail. aud AT the end Of that.