Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-31
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TENTH EPISODE.
A Prisoner on the Yacht.
CHAPTER 1,


Bobbie and Iris Blethering, who fear
that his murderous frenzy might react
upon himself He saw again his love
| ~ runaway bride being forced out of
| the cafe against her will by the man
| with the white mustache and that in
fernal scoundrel with the black Van
dyke, Gilbert Blye. He saw himself
! prevented by the frightened Bobbie
! and Iris and the solicitous walters
from dashing among the glittering ia
bles and graphing Blye by the throat
and strangling him to death. He saw
himself rushing to the ornate entrance
! through which they had taken his
beautiful June and arriving in time
only to see her whirl away into the
night in Blye's luxurious limousine
| the heavy man with the thick eyelids
| up in front with the driver, the mid
die aged woman and the vivacious bru-
nette with concern and fright on their
I pale faces as the dome light of the
car shone down upon them, and on
the rear seat with June the two men
who had carried her away by violence,
| the white mustached. man laughing
and the dark, handsome face OF Gil
bert Blye bending over June with
! that suave smile on his lips.
Too late! Too late for anything but
his stupor. The limousine had turned
| the corner. On that side of the cafe
there was not q taxi to be seen. Bob
bie's car stood in front, on the other
street While Iris endeavored to
arouse the stupefied Ned, Bobbie ran
around and brought his roadster. They
drove up to the corner and turned
down the street through which the
limousine had disappeared, but where
in all that wilderness of moving We
hicles could the track of June be
found? Nowherel It was as If the
earth had opened and swallowed her up.
1t might as well, for June, in a
swift motorboat with the gay party
which had kidnapped her from the cafe,
was then swiftly approaching a long,
low yacht which loomed gracefully
above them in the misty river.
June's struggles were useless in that
heaving water, and her cries of pro-
test were unheard in that lonely
waste. Strong arms lifted her to her
feet. A strong hand from above grasp
ed hers, and she was pulled up to the
deck. Below her she heard the laugh
| ter of the three men who had abduct-
ed her, and with their laughter blend
ed the shrill, high voice of that viva
cious brunette. Tommy Thomas. June's
| heart sent out wild call to Ned. This
had been the first time she had seen
his face since the day OF their we'd
ding.
At the door of the sumptuously 1T
ted crimson and gold salon on the
yacht the tottering June was confront
ed by a stolid steward, with gray NUT
ton chop whiskers, and a puckered
looking stewardess, who wore, as if
! habitually, a half whimper.
1.-THE dearie looks faint" said the
stewardess.
"well, bring the young lady a glass
of wine, you" grufiy ordered the
steward.
Mrs. Willard came In and dropped in
chair, while the vivacious Tommy
danced over to the gold lacquered
piano. its beautiful marine view paint
ed by the famous velaz. Blye and
the white mustached Cunningham and
the heavy Edwards followed. laughing,
as wilkins wheeled in from the pantry
portable buffet. its frosty topped
bottles packed in glistening ice.
af
will soothe your nerves" The whin-
ing stewardess held to June's lips n
glass of sherry, but June drew away
from it with repugnance and, rising,
hurried away from the sumptuously
| fitted salon. She did not know where
/ that passageway led except that it led
away from that hateful company.
The stewardess followed her, the glass
of sherry still in her hand. Fright in
here, dearie." and she opened the door
of a magnificent stateroom, its ma
hogany walls paneled with ivory tint
ed tapestry. its brass bed hung with
rich lace.
June hesitated, but down the pas
sageway came orin Cunningham, his
eyes twinkiing and the laughter Of
wine upon his lips. June darted into
the magnificent stateroom, hastily shut
the door and locked 1t.
In the crimson and gold salon were
the popping of corks. gay laughter. in
which ever Mrs. Willard Joined. and
then the loud strains OF swift dance
music, pounded out by the nimble
fingers of Tommy Thomas.
Blye sat quietly, with that suave
smile upon his lips and stroking his
black Vandyke with his long, lean,
white fingers, upon one OF which spar
kled a diamond. He rose presently,
and, tiptoeing down the gangway,
stopped at June's door and listened.
He could hear an occasional stifled sob
as June sat amid the soft cushions of
the couch. Before her, through half
open door, could be seen glimpse of
a snowy white bathroom, and in the
adjoining little pale blue boudoir stood
June's own luggage!
Ned! That brief sight of him had
filed June's whole soul with longing.
Poor little runaway bride!
There were the rattle of a donkey