Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-04-17
Runaway
june
BY George Randolph
Chester and Lillian
Chester.
Copyright 1918, by Serinl Publ
cation Corporation.


"Say, listen. just done a fine piece
of work. I sleuthed the other party's
detectives. They got the girls dog,
and they've spotted your husbands
limousine. Join me in front OF the
Blal1ely building and I'll lead you to
them.".
At the same moment Ned's detec-
tives were telephoning the same in.
formation to the anxious group in the
Warner apaStm61ts.
"Didn't tell you we'd lind clew7'
exclaimed Iris Blethering and sobbed
to relieve her feelings.
The little runaway bride was a pic,
any artist as she lay asleep In the
inglenook with the flare of the flames
dancing about her. The filmy negli-
gee had slipped from one shoulder, and
her pretty head, with the wavy hair
ripping back from her brow, rested
upon a tapering white arm. She sud
denly awoke under Durban's gaze and
drew the negligee in place.
you've spoiled itr' cried Durham.
"My Spirit of the Marsh Come herew,
He caught her hand and raised her.
he led her, bewildered, before the
big canvas, where, crudCR indicated
by few rough strokes of the crayon,
the spirit of the Marsh" lowered over,
her domain.
"You must be my model" he excit-
edly Informed her. II will pay you
any price you wish. Here is some
money in advance" And, jerking a
wad of loose bills from his pocket, he
thrust them In her hand. Now stand
here" He was so quick, so energetic,
so fired with impatio fervor, that
June had no time to thi&k, much less
protest. He half led, half pulled, her
on the small dais which he hastily
showed into position. He caught up a
sharp knife. 1t would not do. He ran
to q worlIbasket in the alcove and
| brought back long pair of shears and
with one clip slit the flmy negligee at
the shoulder
At that moment the portieres oppo-
site the big canvas opened far enough
to reveal the dark, handsome face of
the black Vandyked Gilbert Blye.
Toward the Durham house there
| dashed two automobiles, the electric
OF Honoria Blye and the Moore family
car, with the parents and husband of
June and her bosom friend, Iris Bleth-
ering, and Bobbie.
Marie and officer Dowd were sud
denly interrupted In. their leisurely
stroll by loud yelp, and white and
brown streak threw itself against Ma
rie. Bouncer He barked, he circled,
he ran up the street little way, ran
back and darted off again.
Miss Junie"' cried Marie, and,
clutching officer Dowd by the sleeve,
she ran up the street after the dog.
Vivian Durham, her chin tilted, her
| leisurely, came into her studio. What
ever she had been about to say froze
! ON her lips as she saw the tableau be-
fore tine canvas. The exquisitely
nodded runaway bride, draped like the
Spirit of the Marsh. stood upon the
dals.
"Ohw The word was q shrek. vi
Wan Durham rushed down the length
Of the studio, towering with rage. "Sc
that's itw she cried. That's why you
brought this creature here!''
"Viviw protested the artist
"Out of my house" the woman
screamed at June, her fingers working
convulsively "Out of my house this
minute" And she started toward the
frightened June.
"Herew Bennett Durham caught his
wife's arm and held her back.
She stopped, and slowly her CHR
went up. She turned on him coldly.
"Either that creature leaves-goes in
stantly-or you go. This is my houser
With low cry June had darteG
across the studio, clasping her gauzy
draperies about her as best she could
In the hall she turned TO dart up the
stairs, where her clothes had been left
"Out of my house," sternly called the
woman, and as June stopped, bewilder
ed, half crazed. the front door was
opened by the smirking butler, Whose
furtive eye leered at her.
Faint, dazed, scarce knowing wha
she did, June. draped as the Spirit o
the Marsh, slipped out of the hous'
and into the street.
The artist and his wife went to th'
porch and watched the girl fiuttel
away. The woman turned to Durham
you're in love with her." she snapped
Around the corner, two blocks away
tore the Moore car, with Ned Warne
peering intently ahead. From the op
posite direction came Honoria Blyei
electric. In front of the Durham doc
stood a luxurious limousine with tn,
black shades drawn. Gilbert Blye's.
AS June dashed down the steps tn
0oor Of the car opened and the whit
Eustached Orin Cunningham spranl
out and caught June by the wrist. An
other figure sped from the Durbal
door. close upon the beautiful Spirit o
| the Marsh. 1t was Gilbert Blye, ant
ne held outstretched a voluminou
black cloak.
See Runaway June in motion pic
lures every Monday at the Victori
Theater. The pictures each week Dol
tray the episode published in the Tele
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