Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-02-20

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and to the very cid of femininity, and
the child took it hesitantly, with shy
upward glance at June. Her big gray
eyes widened, however, as they fell
on the limousine. She dropped the
hand and ran forward to the machine.
What lovely car!' she exclaimed.
patting it on its smooth, swelling side.
"Just the kind mother wants. but dad
dy says we can't afford it"
Blye laughed lightly. Would you
like a spin around the park In It." he
suggested, you and your playmate
here?" And he bowed.
Dolly, jumping up and down, was al.
ready tugging at the door handle, and
Blye, laughing. opened it for her. Dol
ly gave a cry of positive JOY as she
saw the rich interior. and she was
among the soft cushions in an instant.
you haven't much choice" said the
low voice of Blye, and he held the door
open for June.
"This once" And she looked him
sQuarely in the eye. He smiled.
June was thoughtful all through that
delicious twenty minutes of riding.
Blye-hls dark face haunted her. An
other face came to her@Ned! A great
wave of homesickness swept over her.
They made their adieus rather hasti-
ly to Blye, for their time was little
more than up.
Just before dinner was called Mr..
Wiles came home, and June happened
into the library. 1t was Dolly's favor
ite storeroom for toys, books and every
thing else. Mrs. Wiles-he called her
Woozly-wns sitting on the arm Of her
husbands chair, her arm around his
neck and his chin in the palm of her
hand With the other hand she was
twisting a lock of his hair over and
over her finger, and she was most dis
tinctly and obviously wheedling him
for money. His voice was low and
protesting with as much sternness as
a man can use when he is being charm
ed into docility. Woozly Wiles was
locking the money in her little inlaid
desk when June next saw her.
They were going out after dinner.
There was some talk about ordering a
car, and 1t needed but one word to give
Dolly a start The luxurious limou-
sine of the black yandyked man was
the whole of her text. She ratified on
and on and on about 1t, and as she
talked the pretty face Of Mrs. Wiles
grew more and more distressed.
Harry, dear" she said, "Dolly and
l want a limousinel Please"
Dolly clapped her hands.
after that limousine again." he gay
ly commented. "Not now, Woozly.
Business is too bad"
81 don't like business" she laughed.
IT'S a mean old thing, isn't it, Dolly?
Harry. please"'
"Get thee behind me. WOOzly." The
man still laughed, but he began to look
very seriously at his charming wife.
You'd get anything out Of man"
And his laugh was half vexed, alto
gether admiring.
Pretty Mrs. Wiles accepted that com
pliment prettily, but June, as she slip
ped out of the library unobserved, was
hurt for the woman, for herself, for
her kind, as her face betrayed. Here
1t was again-the endless, almost un-
varying story of the woman dependent
on the mans bounty and, in this case,
getting all she could out of him.
Ned and his detectives on that day
were down in the neighborhood of the
Hotel Daniel securing the district inch
by inch. as it were, for some trace of
the runaway bride, and wherever they
went a small, fat nosed boy with one
soiled newspaper under his arm sleuth-
ed after them. sinking from tree to
tree and from doorway to doorway.
Little Dolly Wiles awoke in the night
to become aware of light in the low.
er floor of the duplex apartment. Dad-
dy. He was at work in the library, as
he always was late at night here re-
Gently. Dolly felt herself privileged to
say good night to daddy, so she slipped
out and put on her bedroom slippers
and her pretty little lounging robe and
tripped downstairs.
June heard her go and dressed in like
fashion. Harry Wiles had his books
spread out before him and a pen be-
hind his ear.
Daddy. are you going to get mother
a limousine"
The man glanced over at his books
and ran his hand across his brow.
well, l promised mother tonight" 4"
he admitted, with reluctance, and his
face grew grave.
"Goodyw The little girl clapped her
hands.
But will it be nice big limousine ?"
Not an extraordinarily big one. Just
proper sized limousine for little girls
like you and mother. Oh, come in,
Woozlyr'
Mrs. Wiles in a stunning negligee
stood in the library door.
you want Dolly, of course" she said
to June. "She's a born prowler, I
think"
Dolly smacked her father a parting
kiss.
Daddy says 1t won't be a big limou-
sine, mother. but it'll have silk tassels,
and it will be a limousine anyhow.
May we have red headed chauffeur
and chow dog7"
"It depends on what color upholstery
your mother Selects" grinned her IA