The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-03-05

she could go to him independently, ex-
changing love for love. not love for
charity.
Ned Warner at that moment was ap-
preaching the little cracked Cupid of
the fountain. and as he came down
angling Duck alley his mind was in a
whirl of savage fury. Gilbert Blyel
Everywhere that Ned or his detectives
had found a trace Of June they had
found a trace of Blye Even now the
scoundrel was In this vicinity search
ing. as Ned was. for June. Or was he
following to join her? Ned Warner
clinched his fists, and his face black
ened with passion.
And Blye? He was only few rods
away. He was coming down diagonal
Deshley street. and he was at about
the same distance from the corner Of
Duck alley From her third story win
low of the O'Keefe house June hap
pened to glance out. In the gathering
dusk she saw the two figures steadily
approaching the corner. where they
would meet under the light; then as
Ned Warmers deadly clutch gripped
around the throat of Gilbert Blye she
would he able TO recognize their up
turned faces.
1t was then that Officer Moran and
Officer Toole babe IL pleasant evening
to Tim Courky and strobe side by side
out of the door in the point Of the
wedge just as Ned Warner and Gilbert
Blye approached the light. Ned War
ner with murder in his heart and Gil
bert Blye all unconscious of his peril
and Officer Moran turned left. and OF
ficer Toole turned right
Have you seen II girl wearing fur
cap with a green tassel?" asked Ned
Warner and Gilbert Blye almost stimuli
taneously Of Officer Moran and Officer
Toole.
II did" officer Moran replied. "She
was here only few minutes ago and
dropped letter in box"
Does she live down this wayT'
asked Ned
Never saw her before" officer Mo
ran impressed Ned's features on his
memory. Il think she took an uptown
car"
He hurried away.
Officer Toole was not quite so quick
in his mind, because he was more elab-
crate. He held thick foretinger in the
deep dimple of his chin.
"a girl with a fur cap and a green
tassel over one ear" he repeated, max
ing the normal gesture for the tasseL
as the black Nandyked man had done.
''Oh, yes, girl with a green tassel over
one ear! Yes, there was n girl with a
red tassel over her ear playin' shiny
here this mOrnin', but she was n little
girl, Pat Casey's Maggie. And there
was a girl with blue tassel down here
yesterday workin' for an orphans ben
eft" All this by way Of assembling
his mind while he studied Gilbert Blye
whisker by whiSker. But the girl with
the green tasSel-rather a small young
lady, roundIike, and a pretty face. with
a smile?"
Eyes" Blye was all eagerness.
well, don't know anything about
her myself, but think | saw such a
girl askin' a question of officer Nor.
risey, two blocks beyond"
Blye looked up the street to where
against the hill. Officer Morrisey stood
gaunt and stiff. handling his tangle OF
dray traffic.
Thank you" And Blye struck out
for Officer Morrisey.
That busy person scarcely looked al
the man with the black Vandyke; just
one roll of his gray eve.
No"
"Oh!" Mr.. Blye was very much dis
appointed. The officer below said thai
he had seen such u girl talking to you
YES, remember. She asked me the
time of day, and she headed over this
way"
over this way" was at right angle:
to Blyes previous course. BY the tim,