The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-04-14

wad OF loose bills from his pocket, ne
thrust them In her hand. Now stand
here" He was SO quick. so energetic,
SO fired with inpatient fervor, that
June 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 a
sharp knife. 1t would not do. He ran
to a workbasket in the aIcove and
brought back long pair of shears and
with one clip slit the filmy neglfgee 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 BIeth-
ering, and Bobbie.
Marie and officer Dowd were sud
denly interrupted in their leisurely
stroll by a loud yelp. and Il white and
brown streak threw itself against Ma
| RE. Bouncer! lie barked, he circled.
he ran up the street n 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
face serene. her step deliberate and
leisurely, came into her studio. What
ever she had been about to say froze
on her lips as she saw the tableau be
fore the canvas. The exquisitely
nodded runaway bride. draped like the
Spirit of the Marsh, stood upon the
dais.
"Ohr' The word was n shrek vi
Wan Durham rushed down the length
of the studio, towering with rage. 80
that's itr' she cried. That's why you
brought this creature hereI'
"Vivi!' 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.
"Herer' Bennett Durham caught his
wife's arm and held her back.
She stopped, and slowly her chin
went up. She turned on him coldly.
Either that creature leaves-gOes in
stantly-or you go! This is my house,
With a low cry June had darted
across the studio, claspinS 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 what
she did, June, draped as the Spirit of
the Marsh, slipped out of the house
and into the street
The artist and his wife went to the
porch and watched the girl fiutter
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 Warner
peering intently ahead. From the OPP
posite direction came HOnoria Blye's
electric. In front of the Durham door
stood luxurious limousine with the
black shades drawn. Gilbert Blyes.
As June dashed down the steps the
door Of the car opened and the white
mustached Grin Cunningham sprang
out and caught June by the wrist. An
other figure sped from the Durham
door, close upon the beautiful Spirit of
the Marsh. 1t was Gilbert Blye, and
be held outstretched Il voluminous
black cloak