The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1915-06-23

the doorway. Mrs. Waters caught her
by the arms. put down the heavy
bundle under which the girl had bent
and led her TO chair
You need a cup of tea" the landlady
ratified on. and her eyes strayed cor
neFwise to the tapering white hand
upon which glowed sparkling soil
taire. The girl also wore a bright new
wedding ring,
The woman waddled away, and June
opened the bundle of pants which she
had brought with her and began TO
sew.
Put 'em upr' the busting landlady
with neck like crease cried She
lifted the garment from June's lap and
tossed IL aside You can't make a
living sewing pants. pretty girl like
you ought to get nice job In an office
Here's a cup OF tea / got for you from
Mrs. Parsons and a morning paper
got from Mrs. Kedzie. Drink your tea
while | hunt you a job" And ener-
geticalIy she turned the paper inside
out My goodness! She had been about
to drive away this beautiful young
grill And with that costly diamond
ring on her hand and a brand new
wedding ringI I'm lend you car fare
If you want it.
Within two minutes more she had
her new lodger bundled out OF the door
and on her way ito hunt job" With
In two minutes after that a luxurious
limousine had stopped in front of the
new home OF the runaway bride. The
door opened. and man with a white
mustache sprang out, followed by n
dark man with black Vandyke. They
dashed for the entrance. but a noise
halted them. The sound came from the
back OF the car and was made by n
large round lump which clustered
around the spare tire. The lump was
the private detective. Bill Wolf. and
the face which he turned sidewise as
the driver OF the luxurious limousine
ran back to him was covered with dust
The driver, wide faced Italian. grim
ned as he saw that the involuntarily
faithful sleuth was firmly attached TO
the tire covering by his cravat. which
was entangled In a strap.
well. why don't you help me. you
| big wop?" complained the trapped de
! tective.
Help you? Surep' The driver jump
ed behind Bill Wolf and kicked him
with a sound like the beating OF car
pet.
"ScattiF' called the black Vandyked
man, Gilbert Blye. and the grinning
Scatti ran to him.
Gilbert Bye pointed up the street
There tore toward them a family car
on the front seat Of which, beside the
\ Aar Tn,
Warmers Bouncer! The black Van
dyked man whispered in the ear of his
driver, and the gleam Of JOY came into
the Italians narrow slitted eyes.
Beautiful June Warner. more appeal
ing than ever in her plain little black
dress and her fragile pallor. entered the
door which was lettered "Elizabetf
Eawyer-Real Esmte and Invest
ments," and found herself in the rallied
! Off reception space of a large Office
which was alive with the hum Of ener
getic business. Probably a dozen othel
applicants for the position which June
had come to seek stood in this narrow
space, comparing themselves critical!
with each other, but the timid littl,
newcomer had but very short time t.
endure their calculating scrutiny. 70
the door of a private Office opened ant
a pleasant faced woman with a line o.
thought I'm her brow stood there. rang
ing over the girls with an eye OF keel
! judgment, and popped back in.
A thin, stiff neckeG young womas
came out and went directly TO the beau
tiful girl with the plain black dress.
"Win you come 2" she invited wit
IL. II.
led the way into theavery center Of thi
web of industry.
The famils- car stopped at the cur
with a slam. and the collie. Bouncer
was on the ground. From the ca
sprang the young husband of Jun
Warner, his jaws set and his fist
clinched. There followed the ster1
father and the gentle mother of June
her bosom friend, Iris Blethering. On
Iris husband, BObbie.
They're In therey' called b dust
voice 1t was the well known and JUS
ly famous private detective, Bill Vol
still attached TO the luxurious limoI
sine by his strong cravat, but no on
heard him. The party had rushed int
! the dim hallway.
, June Warmers eyes frightened as sh
entered the private office Of EliZabet
Sawyer. That pleasant featured We
man sat at desk piled high with Ii
ter of papers. As she passed the des
June saw, standing amid the paper
I the portrait of Elizabeth Sawyer, a tai
{ good looking man and three handsom
children.
As Ned Warner rushed impetuousl
in from the street figure sprang frol
the dim hallway. That figure wa
G Scatti. and. closely pursued by the pa
: ty from the family car, he tore acroS
[ the big vacant room which occupie
the ground floor and darted through
heavy iron door, and the pursuers pile
I'm after him 1t was then that Il
dark, handsome man with the blac
:. Vandyke slipped from his concealmeI
;; beneath the stairway. sped light
: across the abandoned banking room an
changed the iron door. slipping IL
heavy crosSbar into its place. His blaC
eyes glowed as he heard the yell OF di
may from behind those stanch door
and he smiled
5 Bill Wolf at last got his fingers Vi
r numbed CROUCH to open his poke
n knife, and with this he sawed of b
o cravat just below the knot. He ga
Hoped straight across the street with