Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-05-03
AT Last, My Lowell
CHAPTER 4


T the moment that Blye met
June Ned Warner was spring
ing up tho stairs, his jaws set
- and his fsts clinched.
1t was thus that Ned Warner had,
after all his weary pursuit, found his
br1de-in the presence of Gilbert Blyel
Behind Ned came the runaway June
Warmers stern faced father and gen
tie faced mother: came Iris Blethering,
Junes bosom friend; BSbbie Blether-
ing, husband Of Iris; came Marie,
June's high cheek boned maid. with
her friend and admirer, officer Dowd;
eams fat old black Aunt Debby, pant
Ing and out OF breath and shrieking
for her Miss Junie; came that hand
some and energetic collie, Bouncer,
leaping and barking and encouraging
the excitement with all his canine
might.
For only an instant Ned Warner
stood nonplused before the door of the
room; then he seized a chair, and,
striding to the door, he swung the
chair, while the others of the little
throng, which had piled in after him,
fell back.
Beyond the door the dark, handsome
man with the black vandyke had led
the beautiful little runaway bride to
a heavy man with thick lidded eyes
and round head bristling with short
hair. He sat in a chair, and in his
hands was money. He rose as June
was led up to him, and into her hands
he thrust the money. Then he smiled
at her, while Gilbert Blye stepped
back, sauvely smiling and stroking his
black Vandyke with his long, lean
white fingers.
June shrank from the fat hands
which were about to be clasped upon
her shoulders and from that wide
thick. smile upon the face of the heavy
man and, laughing nervously. turned
to Gilbert Blye, who bent his dark
handsome head above her and SPOKE
to her in his low voice.
Crash!
The door splintered and gave way
and through 1t burst the wild eyed
Ned Warner, his jaw set and his fists
clinched. For second he stood be-
wildered by the strange light which
flooded this large room; then, with an
18th. he sprang for the black Van
dyked man. He clutched his fingers
around the throat and, with a savage
roar, bore Gilbert Blye to the floor.
The runaway bride uttered shrek aft
er shrek
At the door downstairs there stopped
an electric coupe, driven by a sharp
featured woman with long nose and
high arched brows. She Jumped out,
and from the dim hallway there came
a short, thick man with a short, thick
stub OF a cigar in one corner Of his
mouth. 1t was the well known and
justly famous private detective, Bill
Wolf
Got him. Mrs. Blyep' he triumphant
ly husked. your husband is right up
stairs-with the girlr'
The viper!' hissed Honoria Blye and
dashed into the dim hallway.
Bill Wolf caught her as she started
up the stairs.
Not so fast, madam he called and
laid hold of her arm. This way,
please"
But my husband. The girl, Junew
They're here all right, and they
can't get away. Here's your pictures,
ma'am, and here's your BILL
He handed her large roll of paper
and two photographs, one of Gilbert
Blye and one of June Warner.
Upstairs there was a scene of wild
confusion. The runaway bride, her
mother, Iris Blethering and the viva
cious Tommy Thomas were screaming
in hysteria, while the heavy man with
the thick eyelids and the man with the
white mustache and Bobbie Blethering
and half a dozen other men rushed
upon the fiercely struggling men on the
floor.
"My husbandr' shrieked June. my
husband" And she ran around and
around the excited pack of scrambling