The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1915-05-20
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ment all her theories and all her de
auctions would have taken swift eight
and she would have bathed with hel
tears the swollen wrist which he had
just freed from the rough rope thai
had bound It
Slowly and with infinite pain Ned
finally freed his hands They were
quiyering as with a mighty effort. be
I raised them 10 the Lack Of his head
and fumbled with the knot which held
his gag I'm place. IL seemed ages be
fore he was able TO remove that tight
I bandage. He removed the tight thongs
from around his ankles he Iimped
awkwardly for half mile. bent and
stopped like an old man. but exercise
restored him. and by the time he found
road he was his vigorous self again
and full OF the logged determination
which had led him so far In the pursuit
OF his runaway bride.
Down the highway a mile or so he
found an obscure roadhouse. and he
strobe In mt the saloon door
While ordering a "bracer'' for his
shattered nerves be saw his two cap
tors sitting at table. He rushed mad
ly at them and knocked them both to
the floor. Dashing out or the place. he
saw their auto. He jumped In. pressed
the starting button and sped away.
The house or Mrs. Willard was closed
and locked when Ned arrived there at
2 O'Clock I'm the afternoon
In the meantime June and Mrs. VII
lard and Bouncer were snugly en-
sconced In a pleasant hotel downtown.
and before her at the writing table
Mrs Willard held open a bank book.
Its figures represented the price she
had received for the sale or 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
10 -o1er no argument on either side
She had realized mt last great and
saddentng truth-that every woman's
problem must be for herself alone
Marie meantime. with Odicer Dowd
as interpreter. had telephoned every
where for news OF Ned Warner, but
without result: then I'm despair she tel
ephoned the Willard house TO excuse
her absence to June. That number
did not answer after repeated trials.
Marie. more frantic than ever and
feeling sure that she was about TO lose
her mind, hurried straight down to the
station and took a train to the Willard
place
1t was closed and locked. Even the
servants were gone. but at the car
rage entrance stood the touring car
The garage-empty too! There were
no signs that Jens Jansen or Henri
had returned
Just as Marie was bordering over
this remarkable circumstances there
came trudging down the drive a natty
little figure, its limbs neatly incased In
leather leggings, its cap pushed on the
back OF its head, but its tiny little
mustache all fuzzy. 1t was Henri. and
I'm his eyes was a very great weari-
ness.
where is Mr.. NedY" screamed Ma
rie-
Name OF the good LordF' groaned
Henri HE Is watching the day per-
haps- Such a headachel" And Henri
pressed his humping brow.
'Where is JensT'
"yanishedI wake up. Jens is no
morel He has had a fight. they say.
He has been licked. they say. The
enormous ruffian who Is strong enough
to box my friend Jens has stolen the
machine. Here It IS voilaI Jens
must have returnedF
Marie shook Henri by the sleeve.
where Is Mr.. NedT' she demanded
'In the woods" Henri waved his
arms Complementary.
Not tiedT''
"As you saw him, Mile. Marie" And
He blew a kiss to the sky. 1T was
well executed. mademoiselle. 1t was
Henri. myself. who
Marie got into the car.
You take me right out there" she
ordered.
"BravoF' he approved 1T is anoth-
er good enterprisei I have enthusi-
asmr'
Then don't talk about itr" snapped
Marie. and lightly as a cat Henri climb
ed over his spare tires, pumped into
the seat beside Marie. and away they
sped
nj Ito lual nASul DODOlc duQ LIE
Blethering, the latter June Warmers
bosomest OF bosom friends, strolled
into the Cafe New York Suddenly
Iris grabbed Bobbie by the arm. and
he turned to her I'm surprise Iris for
the first time in her life was speech
less. and her face was pale. but she
could look She was staring at q tn
BILE in the corner There sat the run
away bride. laughing and chatting hap
PLY with vivacious brunette, a pleas
ant faced lady OF mature years. a dark
handsome man with a black vandyke.
a pink faced. white mustached man
who bore all the avidenraa NJ hn-
nvant and a heavy. RUINS A. ir.j nIaI
with thick eyeIids.
Her moment OF paralysis past. The
hearty Iris made n straight dive foi
June's table. and IT was Boobies turn
to clutch her by the arm.
wait minute he C0nnseled-
But there's Juner- gasped Iris.
Look here" be whispered I'm bel
ear while he held her. what can we
do? We interfered once and mussed
IL all up. Now. the right thing TO do
Is to telephone Ned
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