East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1915-06-02
FOURTEENTH EPISODE
In the Grip Of Poverty
CHAPTER /.
. HE cold eyes Of the dumpy landlady sud
denly warmed They had caught the gilt
ter Of diamond

ter OF diamond.
wait a minute" she called. Il think
I'll take chance on you, after all"
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 chair.
You need cup Of tea" the landlady ratified on,
and her eyes strayed cornerwise TO the tapering
white hand upon which gowed a sparkling solitaire.
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 EN- up" the bustlng landlady with a 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 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 job" And energetically 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'm lend you car fare If you
want It."
: Within two minutes more she had her new iodgeF
bundled out of the door and on her way ito hunt
Job within two minutes after that e 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
dark man with a black vandyke. They dashed for
the entrance, but noise halted them. The sound
came from the back Of the car and was made by a
large round lump which clustered around the spare
tires That lump was the private detective, BIZ
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, grinned he saw that the involuntarily
faithful sleuth was firmly attached to the tire COW
ering by his cravat, which was entangled in strap
well, why don't you help me, you big wop" COM
planned the trapped detective.
Help you? Surer The driver jumped behind
Bill Wolf and kicked him with sound like the
beating Of a carpet,
"scattip called the black Yandyked man. Gilbert
Bye, and the grlnning Scatu ran TO him.
Gilbert Blye pointed up the street There tore to-
ward them family car, on the front seat Of which,
beside the chauffeur, sat handsome collie, June
Warmers Bouncerl The black Yandyked man whis-
pered In the ear OF his driver, and the CLEAN Of Joy
came into the Italians narrow slitted eyes
Beautiful June Warner, more appealing than ever
in her plain little black dress and her fragile palloE,
entered the door which was lettered Elizabeth Saw
yer-Real Estate and Investments" and found her
self In the rallied of reception space Of large Office
which was alive with the hum Of energetic busi-
ness
thin, suf necked young woman came out and
went directly to the beautiful girl with the plain
black dress.
'Win you come lnf' she invited with an unex-
pected agreeaheness, 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 Bouneer, 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 Bethering, and Bobbie.
'sThey're In therew called dusty voice. 1t was
the well known and justly famous private detective,
Bill Wolf still attached to the luxurious limousine
by his strong cravat but no one heard him. The
party had rushed into the dim hallway
June Warmers eyes frightened as she entered the
private office Of Elizabeth Sawyer, That pleasant
featured woman sat at desk piled high with
litter Of papers. AS she passed the desk June saw,
standing amid the papers, the portrait Of Elizabeth
Sawyer a tall, good looking man and three hand
some children
As Ned Warner rushed impetuously in from the
street figure sprang from the dim hallway. That
figure was Scatu, and, closely pursued by the par
ty from the family car he tore across the big va
cant room which occupied the ground floor and dart
ed through a heavy iron door, and the pursuers
piled in after him. It ten that the dark, hand,
some man with the black yandyke slipped from
his concealment beneath the stairway, sped lightly
across the abandoned banking room and changed the
iron door, slipping the heavy crossbar into Its place
Bill Wolf at last got his fingers unnumbed enough
to open his pocketknlfe, and with this he sawed
OF his cravat Just below the knot lie galoped
straight across the street with strange sdelong
motion and, entering a saloon. slapped quarter on
the bar
.EQuz beersr be huskcd with his dusty TONGUE.