The Detroit times., 1915-04-15

aYou can look them all over n
you've time" granted the sergeant.
and Dowd walked back into the cell
room. Rose Hesper's In cell nve."
why. hello. Marie." exclaimed
Dowd. "what you In fort"
Marie looked UP with a jerk.
There's q little friend OF mine
here. too" she explained. 1T was
all mistake. I'm In an awful
hurry"
"wait a minute" And Oficer
Dowd stalked out to the desk. well.
Dan. you got the wrong parties"
no announced. Whats against my
friend. Rose Hesperf"
Coping q motorboat last night
said the sergeant. looking at the
blottsr.
Wrong party" returned Dowd
promptly. IL was with Rose Hesper
myself last night. her. and her little
friend. and we didn't leave the cafe
till nearly daybreak."
The sergeans made an entry on
the blotter.
Tn tell that dock Waterman It's
an alibi."
"wnl he stand for ~" Dowd
asked.
"If he don't wen push him on
the dock" calmly stated the ser.
geant. Joe. bring out s and IT,"
Five was out Arst and displayed
her friendly gums.
Where's your little friend"
asked ofncer Dowd. waiting and
glancins past a detected looking
little chauffeur with tiny mustache
who came through the cell room
door.
That's him." and Marie intro
duced Henri.
The big policeman and the little
chauffeur siared at each other a
moment. while the cheek bones OF
Marie grew red with pleasure.
Henri looked about him wistfaily.
Il am happy that have met you.
NJ. Dowd." lie bowed politely.
Now we 30. Mile. Marie"
Marie displayed her friendly smile
to Henri and then to Ofhcer Dowd.
Won't you come with us7" she
inquired.
You'll come with met he blurt.
ed and grabbed her by the arm.
Bill Wolf called up Honorie Blye.
Got HIM" he triumphantly
yelled. Say, listen. just done a
nne piece OF work. sleuthed the
other party's detectives. They got
the girls dog, and they've spotted
your husbands limousine. Join me
In front Of the Biakely building. and
I'll lead you 10 them" s.a41
At the same moment Ned's detec-
tives were telephoning the same In.
formation TO the anxious group In
the Warner apartments.
Didn't tell you we'd nnd a
clew 2" exclaimed Iris Bletherins and
sobbed TO relieve her feelings.
The little runaway bride was a
picture which would have held the
eye OF any artist as she lay asleep
In the inglenook with the fare OF
the flames dancing about her. The
nlmy negligee had slipped from one
smooth, round shoulder and her
pretty head. with the wavy hair
ripping back from her brow. rested
upon q tapering white arm. She
suddenly awoke under Durban's In
tense gaze and. flushing. hastily
drew the negligee In place.
You've spoiled IT," cried Durham.
MY Spirit OF the Marsh! Come
here" He caught her hand and
raised her.
He led her, bewildered. before the
big canvas. where. crudely indicat-
ed by a few rough strokes OF the
crayon. the Spirit OF the Marsh"
lowered over her domain.
You must be- my model" he ex-
citedly informed her. II will pay
you any price you wish. Here Is
some money In advance" And. jerk
Ing a wad OF loose bills from his
pocket. he thrust them In her hand.
Now stand here" He was 30 quick.
20 energetic. 80 fred with impatient
fervor, that Juno had no time to
think. much less protest He half
led. half pulled. her on the small
dais which he hastily showed into
position. He caught up q sharp
knife. II would not do. He ran to
workbasket IN the sicove and
brought back long pair Of shears