New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-04-21
ePlease! Please, Mr.. Blye" begged

ZONE! Ills low voice SOOtleo ler.
!" you lost lie down and rest for few
moments, and promise that no one
shall disturb you" He led her to
room. She turned up her pleading
eyes to him, and he smiled down at
her. He covered her with the folds Of
the voluminous black coat. II shall
return in ten minutes" he said.
In the basement Marie stood with
Gilbert Blye's money in her hand. She
started for the door. She came back
and started for the stairs. She turned
again to the door, again to the stairs,
then stood and looked at Gilbert Blye's
money, her high cheek bones white and
indecision on her brow.
Uphill and downhill rushed the black
curtained limousine with the Moore
family car still in hot pursuit.
Occasionally the we'll known and
justly famous private detective, Bill
Wolf, loosened his clutch for an in
slant, but frightened it Immediately.
The sharp featured woman with the
long nose and the high arched brows
rolled her electric coupe up to the
door of her own house and went into
the parlOr.
June closed her eyes. Suddenly she
sprang to her feet and, running to the
door, placed the tilted back Of q chair
beneath the knob; then she stood for
a moment in earnest thought. She
walked slowly to the wardrobe and
opened it. Half dozen pretty cos
tunes hung there. She was about
hastily to bring down the least con-
spicuous of these, and she chose instead
one of the most elaborate, an afternoon
gown richly trimmed with fur. With
feverish speed she dOnned this ex-
quisite garment, congratulating herself
that it fitted her beautifully.
In the parlor Grin Cunningham sat
with two young women. The young,
man was playing the piano, and a.
third young woman in the middle of
the floor was laughing and executing.
fancy dance step. Over by the,
window stood Gilbert Blye with Mrs,
Russell. In his hand he held a tiny
gold watch, and in the open lid there
smiled portrait of lovely June War.
ner.
''She is simply stunning" said Mrs.
Russell appreciatively. "Do you sup
pose she will live here?"
Gilbert Blye smiled, and, shutting
the watch with decisive click, he put
it in his pocket and walked into the
hol Ac ho 70 hD %o;x 1,o
stopped, surprised by the beautiful
figure which emerged from a room
and came down toward him with
queenly grace. 1t was June, an en-
trancing vision Of loneliness in her Dor
rowed finery. and in her eyes was
new light.
"Will you give me cigarette,
please?" she gayly requested him, and
he looked at her in establishment.
"Why-why, yes" he stammered.
He produced his case, and she took a
! cigarette. Still studying her curiously,
he lit his pocket lighter for her, and a
slight froWn twitched upon his brow
as, puckering her beautiful red lips,
she blew long thin stream Of blue
smoke into his face.
"Come on" she called, and, taking
his arm, she tripped smilingly into the
parlor, with sidelong glance, how
ever, as she left the hall, at the stall
wart attendant who guarded the front
door
Whose dress am l wearing?'' she
cheerfully demanded.
Its mine,' said one of the girls,
jumping up from the side of Cunning
ham and walking all around her. But,
honey, I'm bound to say that it looks
better on you than it does on. me-
And there was a trace Of envy in the
compliment.
by George, you're a dreamv' said
Grin Cunningham, who had been too
much astonished to rise until now,
and, with a sidelong glance at Gilbert
Blye, he walked across to her, and
from his pocket he drew long white
leather case closed with a golden
clasp. He opened it, drew something
from it and, his eyes sparkling, held
up string of milk white pearls.
"HOw about it?''
She flashed her large, lustrous eyes
at him, and her rosy lips parted in a
smile; then she looked at Gilbert Blye.
He hesitated a moment and nodded.
Then she bent her head, and Cunning
ham threw the string of pearls around
her beautiful white neck
She put her arm through his and
merrily danced across the room to a
mirror, where with sparkling eyes she
admired the pretty bauble.
II think I'll have cocktail, please"
she said, turning suddenly to Mrs.
Russell. "Why has no one offered me
one?"
''Bless your heart, honey" laughed
Mrs. Russell. Il didn't suppose you
knew how to drink cocktail
June was bubble, a sprite, a dane
ing effervescence, gay little tantaliza-
ton, until Mrs. Russell returned with
cocktails for all of them. June drank
hers with enchanting abandon.