The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-03-03


she could go to 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 trace of Blye. Even now the
scoundrel was in this vicinity search
ing. as Ned was. for June. Or was he
following to join her? Ned Warner
clinched his fists, and his face black
ened with passion.
And BIye? 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 babe pleasant evening
to Tim Courky and strobe 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
Ii I,o n,ka
bert BIye- all unconscious of his peril.
and officer Moran turned left, and Of
ficer Toole turned right.
"Have you seen girl wearing fur
cap with a green tasselY' asked Ned
Warner and Gilbert Blye almost stimuli
taneously of officer Moran and Officer
Toole.
81 did" officer Moran replied. "She
was here only a few minutes ago and
dropped Il letter in a box"
Does she live down this wayT"
asked Ned.
Never saw her before" Officer Mo
ran impressed Ned's features on his
memory. Il think she took an uptown
CAR
He hurried away.
Officer Toole was not quite so quick
in his mind, because he was more elab-
crate He held a thick forefnger in the
deep dimple 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 Vandyked man had done.
'Oh, yes, girl with green tassel over
one earl Yes, there was girl with a
, red tassel over her ear playin' Skinny
here this mornin', but She was little
girl, Pat Casey's Maggie. And there
was 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
a smile?"
'Yesp' Blye was all eagerness.
..Well, 1 don't know anything about
her myself, but l think I saw such a
| girl askin' a 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.
NO"
"Oh!" Mr.. Blye was very much dis
appointed. 1.-The officer below said that
he had seen such girl talking to you
Yes, 1 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 Traffic Officer Schmeltz Pa
trolman O'Malley had carried the word
to that corner from Officer Toole, sc
that Schmeltz was prepared for the
coming of Blye, and by the time Blye
got away from Schmeltz the word was
all through the district.
"Have you seen a girl wearing a fun
cap with a green tassel over one carr
Gilbert Blye had asked this question
of fourteen policemen. Something
struck him as familiar in the way this
one held a thick foreinger in the deer
dimple of his chin. 1t was Officer
goole again.
Sure" said Officer Toole. with re
markabIe promptness. "She went by
here not minute ago. Right tina
way" And he pointed up the hill to
ward Officer Morrisey; then as Blye
started off, painting. he held his side
oh, well, it was dull times on the
beat these nightsT
The dusk had deepened into darkness
when Officer Moran's palm proved not
broad enough to carry away the grin
from under his yellow mustache, and
the grin, escaping, broadened into a
huge laugh.
Blye stood it with remarkable quiet
ness.
at seems to me I've been furnish
Ing little amusement for the boys
he surmised, frowning.
"You have" laughed Moran "Its
what in Scotland they call chasing the
gowk.' AS for the girl you mention
ed" and he swung his club happily,
81 don't suppose one of US has ever
laid eyes on her."
Blye's black eyes dwelt on Moran
piercingly; then his suave smile came
"Have cigar" And he passed over
one which Officer Moran kept fol
Christmas.
Blye stopped smiling as he walked
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