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Far away in the night Henri was speeding north ward Every and then he turned to look back and laugh. where lens Janssen sat stolidly pulling his pipe. immense hand constantly the the knee of Ned Warner
 .voilam cried Henri in high glee as the sharp night wind cut past his face
 Well" grunted lens in huge content
 June put herself into the hands of the agitated Marie very thoughtfuy after the visitors had gone
 What is the matter Marie:" Jnne's tone anite solictous She became suddenly that Marie had been in such state of nervous excite ment as she had never exhibited before.
 Nothing, Miss Junie nothing at all! I'm afraid of burglarse
 Why, Marie here" Marie came slowly over. nervously kneading some knotted pink thing in her hands. Your eyes feverish You must 20 to bed, Marie. Wait Bring my medicine case and glass of water
 Weekly Marie took what June gave her. but later she dashed down the stairs and streaked across to the garage. Empty!
 At that moment Ned Warner his hands and feet still bound and his mouth still gagged, being gleefully deposited in deserted woodcutters shed in the middle of vast, bleak grove Through the trees the moonlight glinted distant water, and the shadows of the trees lay in fantastic, twisted patterns on the hillside.
 Dawn. The red glow of the sunrise. Altering through the mist of the morning. stole in at the open door of the Willard garage and found Marie. with her fists folded under her and the tip of her frosty in her elbow, loudly snoring
 She limped over to the house. podded up to her room, dressed herself witlp numb fingers and after half hour of dull eyed thought scrawled this note, which she laid on Junes bed
 Dear Miss Junie-f am feeling better, thank you. | hope will excuse me if take few hours off. I will be back for lunch. Hoping you the same, main, yours afectonatey. MARIE.
 She tptoed out and hurried down the hill to the station where she caught the first commuters train Arriving at the city, she sought Officer Dowd and Q parents that Ned had been Kidnapped.
 June in pretty little morning robe busy among the flowers in Mrs villards boudor window conservatory and singing softly when she heard
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footstep behind her Turning she saw Willard tow ering above her, his hands in the pockets of his lounging robe, and he grinning.
 "Ohr' exclaimed June, startled. Good morning.
 "So this is friend wife's pretty companion" !" observed Willard. ''Wel, friend wife has excellent taste"
 June moved away.
 Don't be in a hurry" he chuckled. I've must get acquanted,' and suddenly reaching forward he put his hand under her chin and turned up her face She jerked away, but he closed the door toward which she darted and. gathering her in his long arms, crushed her to him. raining kiss after kiss upon her suddenly cold cheek, his light gray eyes flaming. Junes struggles futile and her shrieks mufned, but one pair of ears heard. There crash of glass, the flash of long. 1.-the white and brown body through the room and then, with oath, Willard released his hold on the fainting girl. Bouncer! He had sunk his teeth into vi- lard's arms, and now he whirlwind of canine fury.
 The turned pale with fear, kicking and strk- ing at the enraged animal
 "Bouncerw
 That cry from June saved Vard's life for the dog, with yep of joy, springng for his throat he fell. The man lay back. The dog stood still motionless. The mans hand moved nervousy. The collie moved precisely that same amount. Will cept to speak.
 "Call off the dogr' he ordered.
 Watch him. Bouncer" said June quietly
 June rose from the chair into which she had limp " sunk, put coiu anser nau come 10 replace her weakness. She walked from the room and going to the house phone in the Eal called the kitchen Has Mrs. Willard returned?' she inquired of the maid who answered.
 Not yet"
 Do you know where to reach herY
 Any down at the cottages will hunt her up and give her your message"
 Ask her to come home immediately, please. Tell her it is quite important"
 She. walked back to the boudoir and glanced in at fha doOr ha fUrO Sfa xyora cI,a had loft them. At the sound of her footstep Bouncer wagged the tip of his ta but not for one feeting instant did he his fiery eyes from the pale gray eyes of Bert Willard. f
 Mrs. Willard, hurrying up the stairs within few moments found June in the landing alcove white shiverng as if with cold.
 I'm sorry, Mrs. Willard, but am going at once" she said before the older woman had even chance to speak.
 Why child"-Mrs vilIards face was full of con
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cern, but as she stared at June her brows knotted and a flush crept into her Nwhat-what is the matter?" she faered.
 June already halfway up the stairs. She turned. Mrs Willard. without word, followed her. Side by side the two women stood looking at the man and the dog. Mrs. Willard needed no explana- ton to tell her what had happened. For the first time in her married life she gave way to anger
 You heast, she cried, her cheeks scarlet md her eyes flashing. This is the last. 1 warned you to leave this girl alonel hate you. could you torn to shreds. Go on Bouncer.9
 The collie crouched at lunes feet.
 The man cautiously
 You forget.' husked the We have bar gain"
 Mrs. Willard lowered her eyes for moment
 It is brokenf she suddenly fared. You have paid me well, and have served you we'll But We not to interfere with each others lifel You have interfered with minei l am throughl'
 She stripped her hands of her rings and threw them at him. She swept from the room, followed by June and Bouneer. They heard the man tele phoning for his at a nearby garage, and while Mrs. Willard still packing her clothing her hus- band came along the hall He stopped at the door.
 q don't think you will find that your new line of work will pay you well as being my wife" the snared
 Mrs. Willard sprang to the door and closed it in his face, and Willard laughed moekngly
 He is a beastr' said Mrs. Willard and sat down. as if she wished to say something more. There the sound of wheels at the door, Mrs. Willard sud denly buried her face in her hands and cried
 June left her sobbing and went to pack her apparel.
 Money. Again June face to face with anoth- CT angle of that eternal problem, which, t seemed to her. had complicated the entire relationship of men and women. Mrs. Willard had plainly and pal paby sold herself and the price is never great enough for any woman who has done that. Always in June's rapidly widening observation the man gave and the woman received, and her very dependence made the question of matrmony one of essential barter and sale It was wrong, II destroyed the very source and fount of love. Was there no rem edy? June, shaken though she by her painful experience of the morning. strengthened in her own resolve. The answer to the problem was nde
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pendence even though she suffered in the attain ment of it, even though Ned suffered. Their love would be all the stronger for if, and it would be pure always.
 Could she have seen Ned at that moment all her theories and all her deductions would have taken swift flight, and she would have bathed with her tears the swollen wrist which he had just freed from the rough rope that had bound it.
 Slowly and with infinite pain Ned finally freed his hands They quvering as, with mighty ef fort he raised them fo the back of his head and fumbled with the knot which held his gag in place It seemed ages before he was able to remove that tight bandage He removed the tight thongs from around his ankles He limped awSwardly for half mile bent and stopped like old man. but exercise restored him, and by the time he found n road he his vigorous self again and full of the dogged determination which had led him far in the pursuit of his runaway bride
 Down the highway mile or so he found an obscure roadhouse, and he strodc in the saloon door.
 While ordering ''bracer' for his shattered nerves he saw his two captors sitting at table. He rushed madly at them and knocked them both to the floor. Dashing out of the place. he saw their auto. He jumped in, pressed the starting button and sped away.
 The house of Mrs. Willard closed and locked when Ned arrived there at o'clock in the after
 
 In the meantime June and Mrs Willard and Bouncer were snugly ensconced in a pleasant hotel downtown and before her at the writing table Mrs Willard held open bank book It's figures repre- scented the price she had received for the sale of her ten best years, and she had spent an hour in the debate of whether to give up her earnings June had been taken into that debate, but she had been able to offer no argument either side She had realized at last great and saddening truth that every womans problem must be for herself alone.
 Marie meantime, with Officer Dowd as interpreter had telephoned everywhere for news of Ned War ner, but without result; then in despair she tele phoned the Willard house to her absence to June. That number did not answer after repeated trials Marie more frantic than ever and feel ing sure that she was about to lose her mind, hur- red straight down to the station and took train to the Willard place It was closed locked
 Just Marie was pondering over this remarkable circumstance there came trudging down the drive natty little figure, it's limbs neatly ncased in leather eggngs, its cap pushed on the back of it's head but it's tiny little musache all fuzzy. It was Henri, and in his eyes q very great weariness.
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CHAPTER II.

A T parting Gilbert Bye held Junes hand be-
 A tween both his and patted it gently, his A black eyes glowing down at her. and he smiling upon her with that suave smile which she had come to trust
 Tomorrow night at dnner,' he said lowering his voice the slightest particle if the remark were addressed in confidence to her. though the others were crowded eagerly round
 There was an instant of hesitation.
 Then aboard the yacht" exclaimed Tommy Thomas She looking at June, her deep red lips parted in smile. June's cheeks paled. After go this trip
 Shall we take Bouncer?" suggested the pleasant ly podulated voice of Bye.
 "Of course Bouncer shall go.' June declared, and this time the handsome collie on his feet in in stant, wagged his tail vigorously that his hind feet slid.
 There was instant qualification in the faces sur rounding June.
 You'll have the time of your life!" Orin Cunning ham eagerly assured her. and three heads turned in stantly in his direction-Bye's, Mrs. Vilard's and Tommy Thomas They all glared at him, and when June glanced in his direction the twinkle was gone from his eyes and he seemed somewhat uncom- fortable.
 T think I'll join the party, Gil" It was Bert VII lard, looming above all of them and his restless gaze roved down the beautiful contour of Junes cheeks.
 Blye glanced swiftly at Mrs. Willard Her brows were contracted, and she was biting her lips, but after struggle of an instant she imperceptiby nodded
 T think we make room for you," Blye politely agreed.
 Thanks old man," and bidding good night to the others, he lOafed away Bye at the door took Junes hand again and bent over it quite low, but he did not kiss it. Strange There was feeling upon her hand as if his lips had been pressed there
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NINTH EPISODE Kidnapped
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- ROM his conceament amid the shrubbery A Ned Warner to rush forward the
 brilliantly lighted limousine, with it's gay
 party of five swept down the drive of the Willard home. His eyes were burning, he was breathing heavily, and his fingers were curved like claws, for in moment more he intended to grapple by the throat the black Vandyked face bent smiling ly Neds lovely runaway bride.
 At that instant three shadowy figures sprang also from amid the shrubbery, two men and woman. There was outcry and scarcely any struggle Ned Warner found himself suddenly seized from be hind, rough sleeve across his mouth, his arms pin toned He lifted bodily and thrown Gilbert Blye with the grace and gallantry only possible to a polished man of the world, assisted the radiant June Warner from his luxurious limousine.
 The deserted groom. his head still held In vise- like grip and his mouth stopped his bride enter the house. surrounded by the gay group, the darkly handsome Bye one side and the white mustached Orin Cunningham the other
 It Marie who made the gag to slip in Neds mouth Then Marie slipped back of the house. The two men, apparently chauffeur referred to as Henri, and the other gardener, picked Ned up and followed her. AS they passed the brightly lighted library Ned Junes collie greet her with the height of canine joy Cunningham and Bye making friends with the dog, then the twin king eyed Cunningham sit in cozy with June and begin animated tete-atete. The chauf feur and the gardener shrank back in among the bushes with their helpless burden.
 There came a high powered racer whzzing down
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- ROM his concealment amid the shrubbery Ned Warner rose to rush forward as the
 brilliantly lighted limousine, with its gay
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the drive The let himself in with latchkey and with his hands in his pockets, strolled noncha- lantly into the parlor.
 Mrs Willard, talking with Gilbert Blye and Tom my Thomas. turned and as she the newcomer her eyes widened imperceptbly and look of con cern flashed down her gentle countenance
 Well Bert you're surprse,' she said.
 That's my best trick" he drawed, kissing Mrs. Willard perfunctorily. Hello, Tommy Howdy do, Blye?'
 Willard was impressed as his eyes fell upon the fresh beauty of June
 MT Willard Mrs. Warner" The introduction was very cold. and again that concern fickered for moment Mrs. Villard's face as she saw her hus- bands eager interest. My companion,v she added, and Cunningham and Tommy Thomas glancing at each other smiled
 With careless nod to Cunningham, Willard walk ed to June and, taking her hand held it while he smiled down at her with such obvious admiration that the helpless bound and gagged man beyond the library window lurched free from his captors and tugged his bonds until they almost cut into his wrists.
 Marie came back from the corner and motioned The chauffeur and the gardener followed with the husband of the beautiful young girl, who was then smiling her courteous responses to the dissoute Bert Willard Marie sped quickly across the shadowy back lawn to the garage and opened the door.
 Hes not to talk, and he's not to near the house, she whispered the men passed her with their burden. She caught Ned's indignant eyes fixed on her. and that glare threw her into panic. "Whatever you do, don't hurt hm' she hastily add ed Don't hurt himr'
 Outside the door Marie paused Her eyes were distended until they perfectly round, and her high cheek bones gleamed white She put the knuckles of her right hand against her teeth and looked over at the garage. She pulled at the lobe of her with her left hand and looked in the house. She started back, and she started forward, and she turned around in a half circle. She was well nigh distracted with the weight of her great was If al he told ftat Mir Ned in the garage thered be an end of every thing, and maybe it would be all for the best or Miss Junie might run away again from such com fortable surroundings, and it would be all for the Marie sat down and pulled her thumb then she jumped up and pulled the other thumb. The piano began succession of silvery notes June and over her bent the inordinatey tall Willard
 Well" said the gardener in the dimness of the garage and he brushed his arms. It was all the rest they needed. He turned ponderously toward
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heaye, she dashed away ready tear and bumped into q chair behind the post
 Ned at home when Robbie called. He was ready to start any journey in search of June and Gilbert Bye! When he arrived at the cafe he found Iris and Robbie Bletheriug in state of quiv- ering excitement.
 You're just in timer gasped Iris
 "rhey're leaving said Robbie
 All the pentup murder which had seethed in Ned Warmers heart for days famed into his eyes as with an oath, he started for the table.
 Stop him, Robbie. Stop him' suddenly cried Iris Blcthering and. jumping in front of Ned she threw her arms about his neck and hung her weight upon him, while Robbie, also frightened by the ter rible expression of Ncds countenance, impeded his progress on the other side
 Ned had turned to shake off his clogging friends when June, drawn by some intangible force wheel ed slowly and looked in that direction.
 'Nedi she cried.
 Both Cunningham and Blye paled as they saw that movement and what had caused it. As by simultaneous impulse they took her by the arms, one on each side and turned her toward the corner entrance near which they had sat.
 "I won't go.' she declared and tried to hang back but they forced her out of the door.
 Ned Warner saw Junes piteous face as she half turned it to look back her being kidnapped from under his very eyes and, bursting through the group which mpeded him. he made dash among the ta- bles and across the restaurant.
 Too late! He reached the corner entrance only in time to see Blyes luxurious limousine whirl away up the street June was frantically determined that she would not go where they were taking her. Mrs Willard was pale and panic stricken but the other three carried out their pretense of laughing coer- clon On the front seat with Scatti, Blye's wide featured Italian chauffeur, sat T. J. Edwards, the round headed, heavy man. and his thick lidded eyes peered constantly back through the glass and there was firm set to his thick lips
 There was no one at the lonely dock upon which the swiftly speeding limousine stopped abruptly no one to hear or heed the call for help which June tried to send up above the noisy laughter of five of her companions for now Edwards and Scatti joined loudly in the hilarity
 There was cold, stern voice in June's ear
 We've had quite enough of this hysteria You're going along." It was the voice of Gilbert Blye
 It was he who with 0rin Cunningham forced her from q lonely dock into the motorboat which lay alongside. and in another moment all except Scatt were speeding swiftly away toward the long, low yacht which lay midway of the misty riyer TO coNTINuEp1
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Marie in the pantry hall stood wrnging corner of her dainty little lace apron; then she dashed back into the servants hall and folded her tightly upon the hollow at her waist. She dared not leave MT. Ned where he was! She dared not do anything, and yet she must! She burst out of the rear door, across the porch in two strides. down the steps in one jump and went swishing for the garage. As she came the touring shot from the opposite door and went whizzing up the drive Henri in front and in the tonneau Ned and huge Jens Jansen.
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A T parting Gilbert Blye held June's hand be A tween both his and patted it gently, his A black eyes glowing down at her, and he
 smiling upon her with that suave smile
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