The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1915-04-19

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pushed past the servant who opened
II.
At that moment the family car
swerved around the corner and
flashed by, still pursuing the luxuri-
Gus limousine. II had lost this
scene of aiighting through having
stopped long enough TO take on the
handsome collie, which now sat on
the front seat with the driver.
There was no installing that luxuri-
Gus limousine, with It's black cur
tains tightly drawn and bit OF
filmy gauze fiuttering from the door
and the faithful Bill Wolf still
stopped on behind.
SO Il was that beautiful June
Warner came into the boarding
house OF Mrs. Russell. In the par
lor to which she was abruptly In
troduced there were three young
women and a young men. With a
swift motion the white mustached
man drew from June's shoulders the
voluminous black cloak.
The Spirit Of the Marsh" he
laughed by way OF introduction. and
the shrinking June clutched her
draperies convulsively about her as
she met the frankly admiring gaze
OF the young man and the critical
inspection OF the young women.
The voluminous black cloak was
suddenly jerked from the hands OF
the white mustached man. and the
man with the black Vandyke stood
there with a scowl on his dark,
handsome face. Swiftly he wrapped
the cloak around the shrinking form
OF the young girl and drew her out
Of the room.
Marie. MARIE" cried June. and
she ran toward the woman with the
high cheek bones. who stood at the
head Of the stairs.
Bring her In here" Blye said in
his low. pleasantly modulated voice.
and, opening the door of sumptu.
ously furnished chamber, he stood
by II.
Just then there came springing
up the stairs the white mustached
man. June darted into the room,
but the black vandyked man de-
tanned Marie and talked earnestly
with the maid. At frst she kept
shaking her head. PIE showed her
some money. and she still shook her
head. He gave her some more. and
she smiled and went downstairs.
June" II was the voice OF Cum
ningham.
she sprang TO her feet as the door
suddenly opened and Cunningham
came into the room.
CHAPTER n
Far out on Broadway the luxu-
rious limousine. with the black cur:
tains drawn and the bit of filmy
gauze futtering fro mthe door. turn
ed toward the river. with the faith
full Bill Wolf still stopped over the
tires. his cravat still firmly clutched
in the strap OF the tire cover and
his empurpled face turned partly up.
20 that the corner OF one pink eye
could gaze back impioringly at the
pursuing car.
In that car. strained tensely for
ward. Ned Warner sat with gritted
teeth and clinched hands. meyer re
moving his eyes from the fleeing IL
mousine into which he had seen his
lovely runaway bride bundled by
the scoundrelly Gilbert Blye. Again
he urged the driver Jerry TO greater
speed. He was determined thattth
time the chase should not end until
he had his fingers clutched around
the throat OF the dark. handsome
man with the black vandyke and
had struggled him to death. He had
wrecked 'Ned's life, this dastardly
Biye, and nothing but life would
pay. On the very day OF Ned's mar
rage the fellows evil Vaccinations
had begun.
The black-curtained limousine
just ahead wheeled around the cor
ner and dashed up the hill at hist
speed, with the faithful Bill Wolf
iwabbling on behind like Japanese
balloon.
The girl In the sumptuously fur
nished room at Mrs. Russers shrek
ed the name OF Gilbert Blye. and he
came hurrying into the room,
scowl upon his dark. handsome face,
Gilbert Blye pointed sternly TO the
door. and Cunningham, after a mo-
ment OF sullen hesitation, left the
room. twiriing his white mustache.
At the door he turned and cast upon
June q rnalevolent glare.
Please! Please. Mr.. Blye!" beg
ged June.
Gomez" His low voice soothed
her. "You must rest for a few mo
ments, and promise that no one
shall disturb you shall return in
10 minutes"
L In the basement Marie stood with
Gilbert Blye's money in her hand.
She started for the door. She came
back and started for the stairs. She
turned again to the door, again TO
the stairs. then stood and looked at
Gilbert Blye's money, her high cheek
bones white and indecision on her
brow.
Uphill and downhill rushed the
black-curtained limousine with the
Moore family car still in hot pur