The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-04-14

and silently, motiOnleSSly hour by hour
he boxed out toward the bay. A swift
motorboat, slender pointed, steel gray.
dashed up, and from it the artist quick
" lifted beautiful June Warner. The
overcoat and cap moved not a muscle,
but from far off Ned Warner, in the
fifth boat of that strange regatta,
through his powerful binoculars saw
that landing, saw June cling to her
newly found protector, saw, from the
bend of his head, that the artists eyes
were filed with appreciation for the
beauty of the fair little runaway bride.
Straight up the dock they ran to the
street and hailed a passing taxi and
whirled away.
A keen little racer dashed up, spray
ing the water in a glittering translu-
cent sheet as it curved into the Slip.
From it sprang the black Vandyked
Gilbert Blye in time to see the taxicab
whirl away with beautiful June.
Through his powerful binoculars Ned
Warner saw Blye geSticulating with
anger, saw the heavy, round headed
Edwards climb clumsily upon the dock
and stamp his foot
A third boat a trim. 1.-THE little cut
ter. From it scrambled the white mus
tached Grin Cunningham. Through his
powerful binoculars Ned Warner saw
Cunningham. too. give way to fit of
fury, and Ned finally .gritted his teeth
and clinched his fists as he saw these
scoundrelly pursuers of his lovely bride
race up the dock. They hailed pass
ing taxi and whirled away up the
street.
A fourth boat. A little French chauf
! feur with a tiny mustache and a stiff
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, rapidly, violently. They
| bounced between Henri and Marie.
You're pinched!'
Punched, monsieur? Impossible!'
protested Henri in establishment. For
what is it that we are pinched? Behold
the boat! We have returned it, Marie
started to run away.
| "HoorayT On his side Henri jerked
and, laughing gayly, sprinted after
| Marie. Up on the street, in the shelter
of a warehouse, stood a touring car. As
he ran Henri reached in his pocket for
key. Behind them came pounding the
overcoat and cap, blowing a shrill
watchman's whistle through the slit In
the collar. The fugitive from justice
easily Outdistancing the heavy rubber
boots, gained the car. With a bow
which had in it all the grace and gal
lantry which could have been display.
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assisted Marie to her seat. He sprang
in beside her. He inserted his key. He
pressed the starting button. Silence
Bah! The motor was cold!
You're under arrest" And an iron
like middle finger thumped Henri OF
the shoulder. A policeman had arrived.
ARREST, NJ. Officer?' cried Henri
Impossible" And he made another
effort to start his engine. Look, the
boat we have
DO you know Officer Dowd?" asked
Marie.
'Dowd?' repeated the solemn police
man, shaking his head.
DO you know officer MoranP
Cant say as l know Moran"
do you know Officer O'Toole?" And
policeman's face
"O'Toole? O'Toole? East sideY
Listen, NJ. officer. eh?" broke IL
Henri.
Marie had furtively kicked him OF
the shins.
I'VE took the boat, yes. but you vii
comprehend. monsieur
Get it? He says he took the boatp
This was from the cap and the over
coat.
Take 'em alongT' rumbled the cal
and overcoat.
81 guess I'll have to take you," the
officer said regretfully. Twill you
walk or will you ride? It's only up ,
couple of blocks"
Walk exclaimed Henri in aston
ishment Never He rushed to tn,
front of his car and cranked it. OF
they went to the police station.