Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-03-17

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her life since she had run away from
Ned! And little did June know that
Ned, through his detective. had OBJ
tanned the number of the auto in which
she had driven that day. The number
was M607707.
Soon June lay In her little room in
the hospital, her hair waving about
her on the white pillow, and her
friends were permitted to bid her good
night. The vivacious Tommy Thomas
sat Mt the head of her bed and stroked
June's white hand; Orin Cunningham.
Il particularly debonair figure as he
leaned against the window casing,
smoothing his white mustache, twin
kled over at her: II. ]. Edwards, the
heavy man with the thick eyelids and
the round head with its absurdly short
cropped gray hair, was gentle in his
rough way. Gilbert Blye. over by the
door. had not much to say. but he nev-
er removed his luminous gaze from
the runaway bride, and when the pink
checked nurse came to drive them out
Blye was the last to make his adieus.
and, bending over gracefully, he kissed
her hand!
Honoria Blye received a telephone
message from Bill Wolf a few hours
after the time of the auto accident.
"You husband hez gone to his club"
he said huskily.
The wife drove hastily to the club
entrance. She met Wolf, who pointed
to the chauffeur Scatti. saying:
There's your husbands driver"
Honoria saw Scatti standing beside
her husbands limousine.
I'D like to make you a little pres
ent," said Honorla in sugared accents,
and. fumbling in her pocketbook, she
produced bill.
Scatti turned TO her with alacrity.
and every line in his broad, low face
widened.
The line of his lips also thickened
as he separated them in grin of pleas
ure. He took the bill with joy. looked
at its denomination in the light of one
Of his side lamps, Topped open his
heavy drivers coat, showed the bill
deep in his trousers pocket and but
toned his coat tightly from top to bot
tom.
"Now, you'll tell me where Mr.. Blye
was this evening, won't you?" she
wheedled.
The smile faded from Scatti's lines.
Aren't you going to tell me-" And
the voice rose another notch.
No answer.
"Give me back that money" she
screamed
There were thirty-seven lights to be
counted before the perspective merged
in a blur. Scatti calmly inspected
them all in deep absorption, but during
the entire time that one narrow slit of
an eye had a dancing gleam in it.
Honoria scowled back at the impoS.
stood wide open. Inside the tessellat
ed vestibule were stifiy uniformed at
tendants. Beyond was a marble col
ahmed hall, and at the end of that
through an archcd opening. was a PAN
eled screen.
Suddenly Honoria dashed up the
steps which no woman had ever trod
and before any one could stop her had
rounded the paneled screen and stood
in the grill room, amid wilderness of
Oaken tables, at nearly all of which
sat men busy sending curling wreaths
Of incense toward the high gilded cell
ing.
There were glasses before most of
the men, and dense and painful ST.
lence pervaded the place. although as
Honoria had rushed through the hall
she had heard the loud babble of ami
mated conversation. The men in that
club were turned to speechless clay at
the sight of this fuming apparition.
There you are" she screamed, and
as her gaze settled from its swift row
ing into fixed direction one man came
to life and rose-the black Vandyked
Gilbert Blye. There you are"' she
screamed again and started to twist
her way among the tables toward her
long lost mate. "You will stay away
from home, eh. You will run around
with other women! You will''-
A door in the corner opened and
closed, and Gilbert Blye was on the
other side ofsit! A fat man laughed.
Honoria Blya turned on them all and
began to tell them just what she
thought Of their club. A half dozen at
tendants regained consciousness and
crowded round her. One of them, in
dulging in soothing talk, accidentally
laid his hand on her sleeve, and she
left four red lines on his face. For the
first time in its dignifed history that
club resounded with the shrin echoes of
confirmed scold. The chuckling fat
man achieved an inspiration. He came
up and said confldentially:
'Your husband is SHINING ont of the