The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-04-04
TWELFTH EPISODE. The Spirit of the Marsh.
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A STEAM yawl with black smoke pouring from A her stovepipe, suddenly stopped it's churn- "A ing halfway across New York bay as the principal passenger, long nosed woman with high arched brows, recognized through wab- bly, ointed telescope the leaders in procession of Ave speedy motorboats which swept rapidly toward her.
 Turn around quick.' the woman ordered as the first motorboat bore down, and she dashed cindef from her beady eye. Here comes the runaway brider'
 I'm turning her now, ma'am, reported snort thick individual whose round face was one consecu- tive smudge Don't you hear our engines stoppinss
 ',rhere she goesr' screeched Honoria Blye as the long narrow steel gray boat flashed past bearing, besides its driver beautiful young girl in yacht ing costume protected much as possible from the living spray in the arm of tall man with sort felt hat and a loosely knotted cravat.
 Why, she isn't with my husband! cried Honoria Bye.
 sNo,m.v confessed Bill Wolf putting fresh smudge on his round face the cinder laden smoke rolled down; mot now" His perplexity cleared He spied the second boat. There he comes"
 ~Gilbertr' screamed the woman as the second boat shot by, driven by heavy man with round head and thick dded eyes, and carrying as its passenger a lark handsome man with a black vandyke whose whole attention was fixed the beautiful girl in the forward boat "Gilyr The dark, handsome man paid no attention You viperf she shrieked then she whirled to Bill Wolf. "Why don't you turn
 
 We're turning. ma am," reported Bill Wolf look ing anxiously in at the engineer: 'pont-yon hear the engine reversing?
 The third boat shot past driven by white mus tached man in evening clothes.
 .rhat's the creature who corrupted my husband. shrieked Honoria "He with Gilbert the night he took his trunk away. You beastv' she screamed, and then she caught sight of the occupants in the fourth boat little chauffeur with blazing eyes and the tiniest of mustaches and stif woman, who bent eagerly forward.
 "The maid of the runaway brider' explained the justly famous detective Bill Wolf. 'Do you notice that we're turning now, ma am?"
 Ned Warner the deserted groomv announced Honoria Bye as the fifth boat darted past Ned held binoculars to his eyes, and they were focused alternately on beautiful June Warner in the arm of the artist and upon the closely pursuing Gilbert Blye. With him n plump and placid small man. who drove with unwelcome creases in his brow and a generously plump young woman, who was half hystercal
 Were turned ma'am," said Bill Wolf, clutching Honoria Blye by the elbow. Don't you see the woolworth bulding?'
 On the dock there stood watchman who consist ed of overcoat and cap and silently, motioness- ly hour by hour he looked out toward the bay. A swift motorboat, slender pointed steel gray, dashed up and from it the artist quickly lifted beautiful June Warner. The overcoat and cap moved not muscle, but from far of Ned Warner, in the fifth boat of that strange regatta, through his powerful binoculars that landing, saw June cling to her newly found protector, saw, from the bend of hisA head that the artists eyes filled with appre- ciation for the beauty of the fair little runaway bride Straight up the dock they to the street and hailed passing taxi and whirled away.
 keen little racer dashed up, spraying the water in glittering translucent sheet it curved into the slip. From 1t sprang the black Vandyked Gil bert Blye in time to the taxicab whrl away with beautiful June Through his powerful binocu- lars Ned Warmer saw Blye gesiculating with anger, saw the heavy, round headed Edwards climb clum- silly upon the dock and stamp his foot.
 third boat, trim, 1.-the little cutter. From 1t scrambled the white mustached Orin Cunningham. Through his powerful binoculars Ned Warner Cunningham too, give way to a fit of fury and Ned finally gritted his teeth and cnched his fists as he these scoundrelly pursuers of his lovely bride race up the dock. They hailed passing taxi and whirled away up the street
 fourth boat A little French chauffeur with a tiny mustache and a stif woman with high cheek bones, who bent and unbent painfully as she was pulled to the dock.
 "Heyr The overcoat and cap at last had moved npidy, violently They bounced between Henri and Marie You're pinchedw
 "P1nched, mOnsieur7 Impossible!" protested Hen ri in astonishment- "For what is 1t that we are pinched7 Behold the boat! We have returned it." Marie started to run away.
 "Hoorayr On his side Henri jerked and. laugh ing gayly, sprinted after Marie. Up on the street in the shelter of warehouse. stood touring car As he ran Henri reached in his pocket for a key Behind them came pounding the overcoat and cap blowing a shrn watchmans whistle through the slit in tho collar. The fugtves from justice easily