The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-05-01
FOURTEENTH EPISODE
In the Grip Of Poverty
CHAPTER |
~ Il cold eyes Of the dumpy laudlady sud
denly warmed. They had caught the gilt
ter VI diamond.

denly warmed. They had caught The gilt
ter " u diamond.
I'Wait a minute"' she called. 81 think
III take n chance on you, after ALL"
The beautiful young girl swayed In the doorway.
Ms. Waters caught her by the arms, put down the
heavy bundle under which the girl had bent and
led her to n chair.
You need a cup Of tea" the lHndlady ratified ON,
and her eyes strayed cornerwlse 70 the tnpcriug
white hand upon which gIowed n sparkling solitaire.
The girl also wore Il 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 'em upr' the bustling lnndlady with a neck
Ike II crease cried. She lifted the garment from
Junes lap and tossed It aside. You cant make a
living sewing pants. A pretty girl ike you ought to
get II nice job In an Office. Here's a cup Of tea 1
got for you from Mrs. Parsons aud a morning paper
| got from Mrs. Kedzie. Drink your tea while |
hunt you a 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 "IIl lend you cur rure II you
want t."
Within two minutes more she had her new lodger
bundled out of the door and on her way TO hunt "A
job" Within two minutes after that a luxurious
Limousine had stopped In front Of the new home VI
NN NAN'NH bAhNNH a. N'Nh NV hAA ~ mum
with a white mustache sprang out, followed by II
dark man with u black Vandyke. They dashed for
the entrance, but a noise halted them. The sound
came from the back OF the car and was made by II
large round lump which clustered around the spare
tires. That lump was the private detective. Bill
Wolf, and the face which he turned sldewise HI the
driver Of the luxurious limousine ran back to him
was covered with dust, The driver, II wide faced
Italian, grinned us he saw that the involuntarly
faithful aIputh ARMY attached Il, tho tIr. nv
ering by his crsyat, which was entangled In a strap
We'll, why don't you help me, you big wopT' com.
pIaued the trapped detective.
Help you? SureI' The driver Jumped behind
Bill Wolf and kicked him with sound like the
beating OF a carpet
"scatti!' called the black yandyked man, Gilbert
bye, and the grinning Scatti ran to him.
Gilbert bye pointed up the street. There tore To-
ward them a family car, on the front seat OF which,
beside the chauffeur, sat'a handsome collie, June
Warmers Bouncerl The black Vandyked man wits.
pered in the ear OF his driver, and the CLEAN " JOY
came into the Italians narrow slltted eyes.
Beautiful June Warner, more appealing than ever
I'm her plain little black dress and her fragile pallor,
entered the door which was lettered Elizabeth Saw
vertical Estate and Investments and found her
self in the rallied on reception space OF a large office
which was alive with the hum OF energetic bust
ness.
\ tnlnt SUI ueCheu young WOmhn came our ana
went directly to the beautiful girl with the plnin
black dress.
win you come InT' she invited with an une1
pected agreeableness, and she led the way into the
very ceuter Of this web Of industry.
The family car stopped at the curb with a slam,
and the collie. Bouncer, was ON the ground. From
the ear sprang the young husband OF June Warner,
bis jaws set and his fists clinched, There followed
the stern father aud the gentle mother OF June, her
bosom friend, Iris Blethering, and Bobbie.
They're in therer' called a dusty voice. II was
the well known and Justly famous private detective,
Bl Wolf, still attached to the luxurious limousine
by his strong craVst, but no one heard him. The
party had rushed into the dim hallway.
June Warmers eyes frightened as she entered the
private once OF Elizabeth Sawyer. That pleasant
featured woman sat at a desk piled high with a
litter OF papers. Az she passed the desk June saw,
standing amid the papers, the portrait OF Elizabeth
Sawyer, q tall, good looking man and three hand,
some children.
As Ned Warner rushed impetuously in from the
street q figure sprsng from the dim hallway. That
figure was scatu, and, closely pursued by the par
y 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. II was then that the dark, hand.
some man with the black Vandyke 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 pockstknife, and with this he sawed
OF his crsvat Just below the knot. He galloped
straight scross the street with a strange, sidelong
motion and, ~sntsrins . saloon, slapped a quarter on
the bar.
-Four bssur' b. hushsd with his dusty tongue