The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-02-21
SIXTH EPISODE. The Siege of the House of O'Keefe.
CHAPTER I.

A PLATOON of the finest wheeled out of the N station house and down Deshley street. A their brass buttons gleaming in the light
 of the sunset Opposite the little fountain of the Cupid with the clipped nose and in front or Tim Courkys saloon the platoon halted and saluted the bent and twisted Widow O'Keefe, standing on her doorstep. Had not the veteran Dan O'Keefe been the most popular man the force? In all his life Dan had made arrest off his own beat or on if he could help 1t or made trouble for broth officer refused to lie for his friends.
 Out of the third story window leaned pair of geaming gums, surrounding which was the pleas ing. high cheek boned face of the who was known solely Marie. Sergeant Clancy stepped across to convey the time of day to the Widow O'Keefe. sammy OKeefe, fine, tall boy with curly head, came to the door and grpped the hand of Sergeant Clancy with the grip of a man.
 Suddenly the red gummed young woman in the window frightened until she gistened and waved a red hand energetcaly, the Widow Okeefe put twenty additional wrinkles of joyous welcome ID her countenance, young Sammy O'keefe straight ened full inch and pinked with pleasure, Sergeant Clancy and the platoon of the finest saluted ana looked their rough gentlest and the last ray of the setting shot across the cracked nose Cupid and reddened him into life
 A beautiful young girl had come hurrying down from the corner her fur cap set jauntily on her wavy brown hair and green tassel dangling over one ear. She slackened her pace she came in sight of all these friends and breathed sigh of relief She safe here. And as if to reassure her self she glanced back over her shoulder That had become habit with her of late The look of worry swept instantly from her brow her big eyes turned shyy up to the stawart platoon. friendly nod and radiant smile for each of the big police men, word of inquiry for Pat Caseys little Mag ge, wave of the trimly gloved hand to Marie in the window, sudden flash of mischief as she prim- ly returned the salute of Sergeant Clancy, pat on the hand of Widow OKeefe, a touch of sivery laughter for sammy, and she had hurried up the stairs.
 She's the sunshine of the precinct the darlin'," declared the Widow Okeefe.
 .'She's ady!" announced Sergeant Clancy with deep conviction head confdentialy. So did Sergeant Clancy. So did sammy. "She's hdin' from one, God bless ber.'
 "Oh, is she:' And the officer of the law glanced up at the third story window. It was vacant. Whoever it is they're no good.
 "They are not And the Widow o keefe collect ed all her wrinkles about her lips.
 ssShe's safe here" asserted Sergeant Clancy and, with d grin jerked his thumb over his shoulder to- ward the stalwart platoon. 'She's in the midst of her friends Good evenin Mrs. Okeefe. Good evenin', Sammy"
 He strode across the street. Boys" said he, "our little friend up wonder don't want to be found. Nei- ther does friend Marie.'
 As the platoon glanced up at the vacant third floor window and nodded, and at the word of command they faced left and marched. Then, and not until then, Officer Moran and Officer Tooe, the pair front dropped out of the ranks and stood at attention while the platoon passed between them, and when the platoon had turned the corner they wheeled. Side by side they marched into Tim Courzy's saloon.
 Good evenin' boys And what can I do for you?" asked Tim Courky.
 "A glass of water, Tim," said Moran.
 ''The same for me, Tim,' said Officer Toole.
 Its fine evenin'," said Tim Courky and on the bar he set large glass of foaming yellow water for Officer Moran and small glass of rich brown water for Officer Toole
 Marie at that moment brushing the shining hair of her beautiful young mistress, and both bspny 70 that occupation.
 Poo- dear Ned! How June did long for him! But he must be patient, as she must They would be far. far happier when, earning her own living, she could go to him independently, exchanging love for love, not love for charity
 Ned Warner at that moment was approaching the little cracked Cupid of the fountain, and as he came down angling Duck alley his mind was in a whrl of savage fury. Gilbert Bye! Everywhere that Ned or his detectives had found a trace of June they had found trace of Bye! Even now the scoundrel in this vicinity searching as Ned was, for June. Or he following to join her? Ned Warner clinched his fists, and his face black ened with passion.
 And Blye? He was only few rods away. He was coming down diagonal Deshley street and he was at about the distance from the corner of Tim Courkys saloon as was Ned on Duck alley From her third story window of the OKeefe house June happened to glance out. In the gathering dusk she the two figures steadily approaching the corner where they would meet under the light then as Ned Warmers deadly clutch gripped around the throat of Gilbert Bye she would be able to rec ognize their upturned faces!
 It was then that Officer Moran and Officer Toole bade a pleasant evening to Tim Courky and strode side by side. out of the door in the point of the wedee ;ust as Ned Warner and Gilbert Blye ap- preached the light, Ned Warner with murder in his heart and Gilbert Bye all unconscious of his peri and Officer Moran turned left and Officer Toole turned right
 Have you seen a girl wearing fur cap with a green tasselT asked Ned Warner and Gilbert Blye almost simultaneously of Onicer Moran and Officer Toole.