Omaha daily bee., 1915-02-11
FIFTH EPISODE.
A Woman in trouble.
cHAPTER I.-tcontinued.l

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In there. amid the wreaths or curling
blue smoke, moved handsomely gowned
women, and many Of them nonshalantly
puffed at cigarettes. At the instance the
smiling Gilbert Blye's key grated the
look.
j, large. yellow haired woman came
burrying from the salon with Junes
employment agency card in her hand.
fright this way. honey she rasped in
g voice 10 which the honey was foreign,
and she led the way to a small side
room at the left OF the saloon AS June
reluctantly entered the strangely fur
nished little room at the left Gilbert Blye
came In at the front door,
with a smile upon his lips and glinting
in his dark eyes he hurried straight back
toward the little room In which June
stood. now alone and frightened.
At that instant huge, clumsy maid
came tumblng up from the basement.
followed by g puff OF yellow smoke. With
her eyes distended and her mouth open.
ready for the yell Of "Firel" she rushed
to the, door of the saloon, but before she
could reach It Gilbert Blye had her
roughly by the arm and pushed her
through the door which led to the base
ment. He stood staripg at the smoke
which came curling ominously through
that opening, glanced again toward Junes
room and dashed down the stairs.
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That was strangely furnished little
room in which June found herself. There
were two desks and filing cabinet and
some office chairs. but there were a
luxurious couch and dainty hangings,
soft rug ana pink paneled walls and
ceiling. II was all so inconsTuous. And
the worlS-tt was queer too. The yellow
haired woman came In from the parlor
presently and explained the posting into
small blank books Of many memorandum
slips. Each slip contained the name OF
woman and sum of money. There
were no slips Of men, but there were in
dex cards about men. June puzzled as TO
what sort of business this might be.
The page girl swished In with one Of
the memorandum slips. The yellow head,
whose. face was puffy and more colored
than was wholesome, took the slip,
looked at the name on Il, frowned, shook
her head and went out with the girl. She
entered the salon and stood surveying
the scene with cold abstraction. Around
q long table sat the women whom June
had seen. They All had cards in front
Of them and stoclxs ofsplayins chips. and
asrawboned woman sitting on higher
chair than the rest was dealing. The
yellow haired woman fixed her atten-
ton on the gambler next to the dealer.
She was a fluffy blond with fcverish
glitter in her eyes. and she was bent
SO intently upon the fall OF the cards
that she did not notice the door open and
close.
Poor Junel She glanced about her with
growing repugnance, She was ahjectly
miserable. and suddenly she was sobbin'
In the gambling room the fluffy blond
who had played 80 feverishly staked and
lost the last chip in front of her. she
turned impatiently to look for the page
girl. She met instead the cold, hard eye
OF the yellow haired woman, who quietly
motioned her. The player rose reluc-
family, and fright came into her face as
she followed into the hall and to the
little office where June had been installed.
announced the yellow-haired4 woman.
you've reached the limit. Mrs. Perry, -
turning on the unlucky one Sharply as
she closed the door. Here is the I. o. U.
Belle brought to me. have not o. K.'d
it, 5000
Il wouldn't o. X. it-for 80 cents" snap
ped the other. Now 1 want action.
YouTi telephone your husband from this
room"
mo. nor The woman wrung her
hands. I'm talk to him tonight"
II know that game" she scorned, and
from June's desk she took an index card.
''Eight-o-eight-o Garden" she told the
new secretary. ASK for Mr.. Perry and
say that his wife wishes TO speak with
him."
MOI cried Mrs. Perry Historically
and reached over June's shoulder to TAKE