New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-04-14
the ground. Down the channel from

round headed man, carried dark,
handsome fellow with a black Van
dyke. who stood UP shooting two re-
vovers. fired in the air. The gi-
gantic murderer dropped this beauti-
full creature, and she ran Shrieking to
my boat, in terror not only of the des-
perate bandit, but Of the men in the
boats. Jimmy threw on full speed,
and away we darted, hotly pursued by
an entire bay full Of shouting, gestic-
ulating people. 1t was marvellous! l
have never enjoyed such morning"
You poor dear! The artists wife
was instantly contrite. You must he
tired and cold and half famished and
frightened to death And you're all
wet'' She raised June by the hand.
The Spirit of the Marsh" unused the
artist, studying June critically.
Mrs. Durban's bright eyes sparkled
back at him as she led June away to
her own rooms, where she selected
negligee for he: beautiful charge.
s.
In richly furnished office which
contained no hint Of business except
for its telephone and the long rows of
push buttons sat Gilbert Blye and Grin
Cunningham and Il. ]. Edwards in
earnest conference, Cunningham still
i'll his evening clothes, Edwards still
with his pajamas buttoned inside his
coat and the carpet slippers on his
feet. Button after button the black
Nandyked man pushed, and one after
another silent, stealthily moving, non
communicative men came in and with
grave faces received their instructions
and departed.
Henri and Marie stood: in front of
mottle faced desk sergeant with a
sausagelike red mustache.
Your Names" he demanded
'Voila! agreeably returned Henri.
II am-ugh!' And he lifted his foot
sharply. Marie had kicked him on the
shins.
''He is Jules Lefon," snapped Marie.
Mon! Non! Non!' Indignantly OBJ
GUS argument
and l am Rose Hesper," calmly
finished Marie.
''What's the charger asked the desk
sergeant.
''Swiping a boat; This hoarse in
formation came from the OvercOat and
cap.
81 don't know about the Frenchman,"
whispered the phenOmenally long po-
liceman in the sergeant's red ear, "but
the girl seems to be all right She
knows Officer Dowd on the east side
and Moran and O'Toole and that
bunch"
''Oh"' The information seemed to
have some weight. The officer raised
heavily from his wide chair and
waddled through the door just back of
him. He was gone long; silent min
utes, but when he came back his brow
was knotted into what seemed per-.
manent corrugations. $50 you're a
friend of Dowd and Moran and O'Toole
and that bunchv' he Numbered at the
lucl1less Marie. "Well, I telephoned
'em all, and not q one Of 'em knows
any Rose Hesper! Lock 'em up"
''But, monsieur, it is all mistaken"
cried the pseudo Jules Iefon. made
moiselle is no.
Crack! That kick ON the shin was
distinctly audible throughout the little
room, but it had it's effect Henri at
last had the hint, and he shut his lips
tightly together beneath his tiny mus
tache as he and Marie, to the intense
qualification of the overcoat and cap,
were led away and locked in their re-
spective cells.
In the dainty rose and white drawing
room which Ned and June Warner had
fitted up to be their nest Ned sat in
consultation with June's father and
mother and Bobbie Blethering and
Junes bosom friend, Iris, and the
three detectives. On the floor by Mrs
Moore's feet lay June's handsome col
lie, Bouncer, but at the first mention OF
his mistress name he was up and
barking loudly.
"Your wife's dog?" said the chief of
Ned's detective force and Ned nodded
well take him.
Out in the bay steam yawl. its
stoyepipe cold, was being towed males
tically in by a rowboat. at the oars of
which sat a thin whiskered fisherman
and boy with cracked knuc1les and
short, thick man, whose face was one
continuous rotary smudge This man
was Bill Wolf, and through his slnudge
were already streaking rivulets Of hon
est toll On board the yawl and urging
her crew with helpful voices and ges-
ture was Honoria Blye cinders in her
high arched brows, cinders in her dark
ened hair and cinders in her DISPOSE
ton
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How cheerful was the blazing fire as
June reclined in the inglenook, a cup
Of hot coffee on taboret by her side
and a comfortable Growsiness stealing
over her! She did not know how pref
ty she was in the 1ilmy negligee, but
Bennett and Vivian Durham did as
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