Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-01
Runaway June
BY George Randolph Chester and Lillian Chester.
1915, Serial Publication Corporation.
Copyright 1915, by Serial Publication Corporation

Sdlu ne, OuI Hitle lfftlu up sOuuci
don't want to be found. Neither does
cur friend Marie"
AS one man the platoon glanced up
at the vacant third floor window and
nodded. and at the word of command
they faced left and marched. Then,
and not until then. Officer Morgan and
Officer Toole the pair in front dropped
out Of the ranks and stood at attention
while the platoon passed between
them and when the platoon had turned
the corner they wheeled. Side, by side
they marched into Tim Courky's
saloon.
Good evenin'. boys. And what can
do for your" asked Tim Courky.
"a glass of water. Tim said Moran.
The same for me, Tim" said Officer
ToOle
Its a fine evenin'." said Tim Courky,
and on the bar he set large glass OF
foaming yellow water for Officer Nor
an and n small glass of rich brown wa
ter for Officer Toole.
Marie at that moment was brushing
the shining hair of her beautiful young
mistress, and both We're happy in that
occupation.
Poor, dear Ned. How June did long
for him! But he must be patient, as
she must. They would be far, far
happier when, earning her own living,
she could go 10 him Independently, ex-
changing love for love- not love for
charity.
Ned Warner at that moment was ap-
preaching the little cracked Cupid of
the fountain, and as he came down
angling Duck alley his mind was in a
whirl of savage fury. Gilbert Blye!
Everywhere that Ned or his detectives
had found trace of June they had
found a trace of Blye. Even now the
scoundrel was in this vicinity search
ing, ms Ned was. for June. Or was he
following to join her? Ned Warner
clinched his fists, and his face black
ened with passion.
And PIyc? He was only a few rods
away. He was coming down diagonal
Deshley street, and he was at about
the same distance from the corner of
Tim Courky's saloon as was Ned on
Duck alley. From her third story win
low of the O'keefe house June hap
pened to glance out. In the gathering
dusk she saw the two figures steadily
approaching the corner, where they
would meet under the light; then as
Ned Warmers deadly clutch gripped
around the throat of Gilbert Blye she
would be able TO recognize their up
turned faces
1t was then that Officer Moran and
Officer Toole bade n pleasant evening
to Tim Courky and strode side by side
out of the door in the point of the
wedge Just as Ned Warner and Gilbert
Blye approached the light, Ned War
ner with murder in his heart and Gil
bert Blyc all unconscious of his peril,
and Officer Moran turned left. and OF
ficer Toole turned right.
Have you seen a girl wearing fur
cap with green tassel?" asked Ned
Warner and Gilbert Blye almost siIS1
taneously of officer Moran and Oa
Toole.
was here only a few minutes ago ana
dropped letter in box"
Does she live down this wayT
asked Ned.
"Never saw her before Officer Mo-
ran impressed Ned's features on his
memory. II think she took an uptown
car"
He hurried away.
Officer Toolc was not quite so quick
in his mind, because he was more elab-
crate He held n thick forefnger in the
deep dlmple of his chin.
"A girl with a fur cap and green
tassel over one ear" he repeated, max
ing the normal gesture for the tassel,
as the black Nandyked man had done.
'Oh, yes, girl with a green tassel over
one ear! Yes, there was n girl with Il
red tassel over her ear playin' shinny
here this mornin', but she was little
girl, Pat Casey's Maggie. And there
was a girl with blue tassel down here
yesterday workin' for an orphans ben
eft All this by way of assembling
his mind while he studied Gilbert Blye
whisker by whisker. But the girl with
the green tassel-rather a small young
lady, roundlike, and pretty face, with
smile?"
"Yesw Blye was all eagcrness.
"Well, don't know anything about
her myself, but I think | saw such a
girl askin' question of Officer Nor
risey, two blocks beyond"
Blye looked up the street to where,
against the hill. Officer Morrisey stood,
gaunt and stiff, handling his tangle of
dray traffic.
THANK you" And Blye struck out
for Officer Morrisey
That busy person scarcely looked at
the man with the black Vandyke; just
one roll of his gray eye.
mo"
"Ohw Mr.. Blye was very much dis
appointed THE officer below said that
he had seen such girl talking to you"
Yes, | remember. She asked me the
time of day, and she headed over this
way"
over this way" was at right angles
to Blye's previous course. BY the time
he reached Ira.a. tun1cr SchmeltZ Pa
trolman oNIalley had carried the word
to that corner from Officer Toole, so
that SchInetz was prepared for the