The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1915-04-18
FOURTEENTH EPISODE
In the Grip Of Poverty
CHAPTER /.


denly warmed They had caught the gilt
ter of a diamond.
Wait minuter she called II think
I'll take q chance you, after all"
Tho beautiful young girl swayed in the doorway.
Mra- Waters caught her by the arms put down the
hsavy bundle under which the girl had bent and
led her to a chair
You need a cup Of tea," the iandady ratified on,
and her eyes strayed cornerwise to the taperng
white hand upon which glowed a sparkling solitaire
The girl also wore bright new wedding ringl
The woman waddled away, and June opened the
bundle of pants which she had brought with her
and began to sew.
Put em up" the bustling landady with a neck
like cried. She lifted the garment from
Junes lap and tossed 1t aside. you can't make
living sewing pants. pretty girl like you ought to
get nice job in an office Here's cup of tea
got Tor you from Mrs. Parsons and morning paper
/ got from Mrs. Kedzie. Drink your tea while
hunt you job And theoretically she turned the
paper inside out. My goodness! She had been about
to drive away this beautiful young girl And with
that costly diamond ring on her hand and brand
new wedding ring! "Tll lend you fare If you
want It,"
Within two minutes more she had her odger
bundled out of the door and on her way ito hunt
job" Within two minutes after that luxurious
limousine had stopped in front of the home of
the runaway bride The door opened, and
with white mustache sprang out, followed by
dark man with black Vandyke. They dashed for
the entrance. but noise halted them. The sound
came from the back of the and was made by
large round lump which clustered around the spare
tires. That lump was the private detective. Bill
Wolf, and the face which he turned sidewise as the
driver of the luxurious limousine back to him
covered with dust. The driver, wide faced
Italian, grinned as,-he saw that the inyountariy
faithful seuth was firmly attached to the tire
ering by his cravat, which entangled in strap.
well why don't you help me, you big wop?" COM
planned the trapped detective
Help you? Surew The driver jumped behind
Bill Wolf and kicked him with sound like the
beating of carpet
4 "Scattir' called the black vandyked man. Gilbert
Blye, and the grinning Scatti ran to him.
Gilbert Blye pointed up the street. There tore to-
ward them family car, the front seat of which,
beside the chauffeur. sat handsome collie June
Warmers Bouncer. The black Vandyked whis-
pered in the Of his driver and the CLEAN of joy
came into the Italians narrow slitted eyes.
Beautiful June Warner. more appealing than ever
plain little black dress and her fragile paor,
entered the door which was lettered Elizabeth Saw
yer-Real Estate and Investments and found her
self in the rallied off reception space of large Office
which alive with the hum of energetic bust
ness Probably a dozen other applicants for the
position which June had come to seek stood in this
space, comparing themselves critically with
each other, but the timd little newcomer had but
very short time endure their calculating scrutiny,
for the door of private Office opened and pleas
ant faced woman with line Of thought in her brow
stood there ranging over the girls with an eye of
Keen judgment, and popped back in.
A thin stiff necked young woman came out and
went directly to the beautiful girl with the plain
black dress.
Twill you come in?" she invited with
pected agreeableness and she led the way into the
very center of this web of industry
The family car stopped at the curb with slam,
and the collie Bouncer, was on the ground. From
the car sprang the young husband of June Warner,
his Jaws set and his fists elnched. There followed
the stern father and the gentle mother of June, her
bosom friend Iris Blethering and Iris husband,
Bobbie
They're in there.' called dusty voice. 1t was
the well known and justly famous private detective,
Bill Wolf, still attached to the luxurious limousine
by his strong crayat but one heard him. The
party had rushed into the dim hallway.
June Warmers eyes frightened as she entered the
private Office of Elizabeth Sawyer. That pleasant
featured woman sat at desk piled high with
litter Of papers As she passed the desk June saw,
standing amid the papers, the portrait of Elizabeth
Sawyer, tall, good looking man and three hand
some children.
As Ned Warner rushed impetuously\in from the
street a figure sprang from the dim hallway. That
ty from the family car, he tore across the big
cant room which occupied the ground floor and dart
ed through heavy iron door, and the pursuers
piled in after him. 1t then that the dark hand
some man with the black vandyke slipped from
his concealment beneath the stairway, sped lightly
across the abandoned banking room and Changed the
iron door slipping the heavy crossbar into it's place
His black eyes glowed he heard the yell Of dis
NAV from behind those stanch doors, and he smiled
Bill Wolf ut last got his fingers unnumbed enough