Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-02-13

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by a thick thumbed waiter, who car.
ried each course out into the hall and
ate it himself. since Ned had scarcely
touched it. June. her thoughts all on
Ned and her father and mother, had
her lonely meal in the little back bed
room with Marie to serve and to grieve
over each untasted dish. John Moore
and his wife, their faces gray. sat on
opposite sides of the table, which had
so suddenly become big, and sent back
to round, black old Aunt Debby the
delicacies she had prepared with such
deep affection. June's collie, Bouncer,
out in the shed nibbled perfunctorily
at chicken bone and rose whining
at every sound. Bobbie and Iris Bleth-
ering, the latter June's bosomest bosom
friend. disgraced the hollow butler by
omitting their salad and dessert and
having their coffee right at the table
Honoria Blye sat opposite the parrot
and every time it squeaked shrilled at
1t to shut up. The abnormally ugly
maid nearly had her head bumped for
offering to remove the bird, and when
during the offer she laid her hand on
the cage the demon bit her finger I'M
til the blood came.
Bill Wolf, the f1attest and widest of
Honoria's detectives, later rang the
Blye bell and bulked back to the din
ing room in excitement.
Got himw announced Bill
Gilbert Blye's wife was already on
her feet.
MY hat and coatg she shrieked to
the abnormally ugly maid.
rs she with himT' demanded Homo
ria.
81 don't know. My partners are
watching the front and back doors.
Gomez
Honoria bundled the fat, wide de-
tective into her electric and started
the machine.
"Where?" she majestically demanded.
Riverside drive! I'll show you the
placer
rs he still in. Blinky?" demanded
Bill Wolf, tumbling out of the ma
chine and landing right end up
Blinky Peters was too good a de-
tective to answer in words. He gave
an upward toss of his round head and
a wink of his flshlike eye and walked
into the building with an air of not
having seen Bill Wolf at all.
Fifth" ordered Blinky, leaning over
to whisper that magic word mysterl-
ously into the ear of the curly haired
elevator boy. The boy did not mind.
He was used to all sorts. He sent up
the elevator with a jerk. Out at the
fifth floor. First door to the right.
Now! A ring at the doorDell. Hush!
The door swung open. and immedi-
ately Bill Wolf pushed in. The 9TH
ers crowded after him.
''There he is, ma'amw shouted Bill,
plunging into the next room, and
Honoria Blye saw in June Warmers
drawing room the tall, lean, lanky de-
tective with the sparse black beard,
who was the caricature of her hand
some husband. Ned Warner followed
in from the reception room.
What am l to understand by this,
Mrs. Blye?" he inquired.
You ought to know. you" gruff1y
charged 'Sneaky" Tavis, who had fol-
lowed the others. and. whirling, he
pointed at the caricature. That's her
husband"
shut up" squawked Mrs. Blye and
went home.
Gilbert Blye at that time was quite
far from the scene OF Honoria's cap
ture or even OF Neds wanderings. He
was dining with Tommy Thomas. and
n rather elderly woman. and a doll
like girl with swiftly advancing crows
feet at the corners OF her eyes, and
Orin Cunningham. aud heavy lidded.
short haired. big man named Edwards,
whom they called T. ]. With the ar
rival of the coffee Blye told the time
from a tiny gold watch. the only one
he carried now.
'"The runaway bride" laughed Gun
ninghnm.
I'm in a hurry" Blye explained. II