Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-04-26
In the Grip Of Poverty.
CHAPTER /.

The beautiful young girl swayed In
the doorway. Mrs Waters caught her
by the arms, put down the heavy
bundle under which the girl had bent
and led her to a chair.
You need d cup OF tea" the landlady
ratified on, and her eyes strayed cor
nerwise to the tapering white hand
upon which glOwed a sparkling soli-
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 up!' the bustling landlady
with neck like a crease cried. She
lifted the garment from June's lap and
tossed it aside. You can't make a
living sewing pants. A 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 morning paper
got from Mrs. KedZie. Drink your tea
while I hunt you a job" And ener-
getically she turned the paper inside
out. My goodness! She had been about
to drive away this beautiful young
girl! And with that costly diamond
ring on her hand and a brand new
wedding ring! "I'll 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 n luxurious
new home Of the runaway bride. The
door opened, and a man with white
mustache sprang out, followed by
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
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, a wide faced Italian, grin
ned as he saw that the involuntarily
lollhIul oiCulll was HllN dIIuCueu 10
the tire covering by his await, which
was entangled in a strap.
We'll, why don't you help me, you
big wop?" complained the trapped de-
tective.
Help you? Surew The driver Jump
ed behind Bill Wolf and kicked him
with sound like the beating of a car
pet
"Scattiw called the black Vandyked
man. Gilbert Blye, and the grinning
Scatti ran to him.
Gilbert Blye pointed up the street.
There tore toward them family car,
on the front seat of which, beside the
chauffeur. sat handsome collie, June
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 Elizabeth
Sawyer-Real Estate and Invest
ments,' and found herself in the rallied
of reception space of a large Office
which was alive with the hum of ener-
getic business. Probably a dozen other
applicants eor the position which June
had come to seek stood in this narrow
space, comparing themselves critically
with each other, but the timid little
newcomer had but very short time to
endure their calculating scrutiny, for
the door of private Office opened and
pleasant faced woman with line Of
thought in her brow stood there, rang
ing over the girls with an eye Of keen
Judgment. and popped back in.
A thin, stiff necked young woman
came out and went directly to the beau
tiful girl with the plain black dress.
"Wil you come in? she invited with
an unexpected agreeableness. and she
led the way into the very center of this
web Of industry.
The family car stopped at the curb
with slam, and the collie, Bouncer,
was on the ground. From the car
sprang the young husband of June
Warner, his jaws set and his fists
clinched. There followed the stern
father and the gentle mother of June,
her bosom friend, Iris Blethering, and
Iris husband. Bobbie..
They're in there called a dusty
voice. 1t was the we'll known and just
ly. famous private detective, Bill Wolf,
still attached to the luxurious limou-