The Washington herald., 1915-04-04

ties" he announced. whats against my friend,
Rose Hesper?'
Coping a motorboat last night" said the ser
geant, looking at the blotter.
Wrong party" returned Dowd promptly. 81 was
with Rose Hesper myself last night her and her
little friend and we didn't leave the cafe till nearly
daybreak"
The sergeant made an entry on the blotter
"Iu tell that dock Waterman it's an alibi."
"Wi he stand for it?' Dowd asked.
IF he don't We'll push him OF the DOCK calmly
stated the sergeant. Joe, bring out and IL
Five was out first and displayed her friendly gums
where's your little friendY asked Oficer Dowd
waiting and glancing past a detected looking little
chauffeur with a tiny mustache who came through
the cell room door.
That's him." and Marie introduced Henri.
The big policeman and the little chauffeur glared
at each other a moment while the cheek bones Of
Marie grew red with pleasure.
Henri looked about him wistfully.
Il am happy that have met you, NJ. Dowd" He
bowed politely. Now CO. Mile Marie"
Marie displayed her friendly smile to Henri and
then to Officer Dowd.
Wont you come with us?' she incurred
you'll come with mer' he burted and grabbed
her by the arm.
Bill Wolf called up Honoria Blye
Got him!' he tnumphantly yelled. Say. listen.
just done fine piece of work. I seuthed the 9th
er partys detectives. They got the girls dog. and
tney We SpOtteQ your nusDanQS limousine, Join
in front Of the Blakely building and I'll lead you
to them"
At the same moment Neds detectives were tele-
phoning the same Information to the anxious group
In the Warner apartments.
Didn't tell you we'd find clew!" exclaimed Iris
Blethering and sobbed to relieve her feelings
The little runaway bride was a picture which
would have held the eye Of any artist she lay
asleep in the insienook with the fare Of the flames
dancing about her. The flmy negligee had slipped
from one smooth, round shoulder and her pretty
head. with the wavy hair rfppling back from her
brow, rested upon 4 tapering white arm. She sud
denly awoke under Durbans intense gaze and flush
ing. hastily drew the negligee in place.
you've spoiled IT," cried Durham. my Spirit OF
the Marsh! Come herer He caught her hand and
raised her.
He led her, bewildered. before the big canvas,
where, crudely indicated by few rough strokes Of
the crayon. the spirit of the Marsh lowered over
her domain.
You must be my modelr he e1cItedly informed
her. Il will pay you any price you wish. Here is
some money in advance" And. jerking a wad OF
loose bills from his pocket he thrust them in her
hand "Now stand here He quick, 20 en-
srgetio 30 fired with impatient fervor. that June
had no time to think, much less protest. He half
led, half pulled, her on the small dais which he
hastily showed into position He caught up q sharp
knife. It would not do He ran to a wofkbasket
in the alcove and brought back long pair of shears
and with one CLIP slit the fmy negligee at the
shoulder.
At that moment the portieres opposite the bic
canvas opened far enough to reveal the dark, hand
some fsce Of the black vandyked Gilbert Blye.
Toward the Durham house there dashed two auto
mobiles, the electric Of Honoria Blye and the Moore
family car, with the parents and husband Of June
and her bosom friend, Iris Blethering. and Bobbie
Marie and Oficer Dowd were suddenly interrupted
In their leisurely stroll by loud yelp, and a white
and brown streak threw itself against Marie
Bouncef! He barked; he cfrcled he up the
street little way. ran back and darted of again.
Miss Junie!" cried Marie, and, clutching Ofncer
Dowd by the sleeve, she the street after the
dog.
Vivian Durham, her chin tilted, her face serene
her step deliberate and leisurely came into her
studio. Whatever she had been about to say froze
on her lips as she saw the tableau before the
vas. The exquisitely nodded runaway bride, draped
ike the Spirit Of the Marsh. stood upon the dais.
rushed down the length Of the studio. towering with
rage. $50 that's itr' she cried. That's why you
brought this creature here-
"vivi" protested the artist.
-Out Of my house," the woman screamed at June.
her fingers working convulsvely "Out Of my house
this minuter And she started toward the fright
sned June.
Here Bennett Durham caught his wife's arm
Ind held her back.
She stopped, and slowly her chin went up. She
turned on him coldly.
Either that creature 1eaves-goes insta ntIy-or
Fou 90! This Is my house,
With low cry June had darted across the studio
.laspfng her gauzy draperies about her best she
,ould In the hall she turned to dart up the stairs
where her clothes had been left
~Out Of my houser sternIy called the woman, and
% June stopped. bewildered, half crazed the front
loor was opened by the smrking butler, whose fus.
i've eye leered at her.
Faint, dazed scarce knowing what she did, June
raped the Spirit Of the Marsh, slipped out Of the
ouse and into the street
The artist and his wife went to the porch and
PATCHED the girl hutter away. The woman turned
o Durham you're In love with her." she snapped.
Around the corner. two blocks away tore the
foore car. with Ned Warner peerng intently ahead.
rom the opposite direction came Honoria Blyes
lectric. In front Of the Durham door stood luxu-
lous limousine with the black shades drawn. Gil
ert Blye's!
Az June dashed down the steps the door Of the
n opened, and the white mustached Orn Cunning
am sprang out and caught June by the wrist An
ther figure sped from the Durham door. close upon
be beautiful Spirit Of the Marsh. 1t was Gilbert
'ye. and he held outstretched voluminous black
loak.