12 FOURTH EPISODE • Poor Little Runaway Bride I CHAPTER I. w fp7| HANKS" M'GEE, carrying one soiled newspaper for a L J bluff and collecting money __J for the newsboy*' home as another bluff, suddenly paused In his absorbing attempt to whistle through a broken tooth as he snw coming up the dingy side street toward the Hotel Daniel a beautiful young girt. She •was turning to look backward over her ■boulder at every few steps. Oh, geel A man was following her! And he was dodging along from tree to tree and from doorway to doorway, and every time he mw the girl look back ho ducked! The man bad black whiskers, whittled down to a fine point Just under his chin, and he carrlod himself with tlw ease which only a thorough scoundrel can acquire. Shanks McGee stood petrified, then took a long, deep breath and harried Gilbert Blye and Tommy. ■up to the corner, lie flattened his al reudy flat nose against the broad plate glass window of the modest Hotel Daniel. The beautiful young girl concealed all that she could of her timidity as Kiie walked through the door with what she thought to be a strictly business like manner. Seven men who had been morbidly eying their respective cuspidors immediately straightened up and looked their handsomest. One of them looked bold, and another, a deco rative Frenchman, looked debonair. The beautiful girl strode straight up to the desk. "A room with a bath, please," she requested. Tbe clerk, an indifferently aged man, held the register a moment while he studied the new guest of the house. "Any luggage, miss?" The girl, disconcerted, had recourse to her only armor. Now she shyly cast up at him her great, sot't, expressive eyes, and the clerk felt ashamed of himself. He swung the register around to her. "My maid will be here presently with my clothes." The voice was soft and sweet. "Certainly, miss." And the clerk whanged a bell which sounded like a fire gong. "Front!" In response to thit stentorian call a shock headed, loose limbed Irish boy jumped forward and took the key to -1-1. The clerk, without moving his body or his neck or his head, craned for ward his eyes to watch the signature, Mrs. J. G. Day. A moment later the black Vandyked man strolled in, looked at the register and walked into the bar. Then along came Marie with a bundle of clothes. The young woman went straight to the desk. "Mrs. Day's maid?" the clerk ob served, inspecting tbe clothing piece by piece from under his eyelids and ring ing for front and looking at the young •woman and the register all at the same time. The young woman, quite evi dently a maid, gianced swiftly at the register. "Mrs. Day's?" she repeated, breath ing heavily. "Y-yes!" "She's expecting you." And the clerk's eyelids flickered. "Room 44." "Marie, tell June I want her!" cried a voice. • ".Sir," she said. "I do not know you." "Why— er"— Nod stammered; then lie grabbed the clothes from the maid's aims. "Now you lead me to .Tune!" "Sir, how dare you?" Marie said and turned appeallngly to the clerk. "These are my wife's clothes!" de clared the young man. "She's here. I want her!" "What's her name?' the clerk de manded. "Mrs. Ned Warner!** "Not here." "June Moorer' "Oh, come off!"' observed the clerk. "If I let you go through the directory you may hit It. Give this girl back her clothes, and good night!" "This thing has gone far enough, Marie!" hotly stated the young man. At that moment his voice stopped. Out of the bar had strolled elegantly the pride of Shanks McGee. the man with the black Vandyke, and he was neatly nibbling a piece of cheese. He was across the lobby and going out of the door, paying but a scant tribute of curiosity to the knot In front of the desk, before the young man with the clothes saw him. The young man nearly upset Marie on his way to the door. A porter stopped him to get June's clothes. Ned wns then delayed at the ticket window and, glancing across the station, saw Blye going uptown on an express. \V. C. T. U. RECEPTION New Members Added to Roll at Pen brook Penbrook, Pa., Feb. 20.—A recep tion was held in Wolf's Ha.ll on Thursday evenlns for the new members and friends of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union. and an enjoyable program was rendered. Those taking part were: Air. and Mrs. Williamson, violin and Dlano accom- SATURDAY EVENING, june. Warner locked the door of 44 from the Inside and turned tha bolt and dropped Into a chair to rest. Suddenly a role* called, "It'B Maries Miss Junie!" and a knock waa hoard. June Warn or opened tha door of 44 in a hurry, and bar eyea apnrkled and she clapped her hands aa aha saw Ma rie with clothe* sticking from bar In all direction*. "We're caught!" panted Marie. "Mr. Ned grabbed ma downatalra! Ha made a scene f "Where kl ba now 7** Jane sat down limply. "I dont know! AH ait once ha threw down the clothe* and ran out on the street] I dont know why!" • •••••• Ned Warner, attended closely by the ecstatic Shanks McGee, stood at the subway exit in a state of seethe beyond computation. Again Gilbert Blyel Honorla Blye, exchanging spite with a green parrot, was suddenly Interrupt ed by a caller. "Got him!" announced the caller, who was none other than Bill Wolf. Honoria Blye sprang up Instantly. "Get my wraps. 1 " she yelled to the abnormally ugly maid who bad let Bill Wolf In. "Mr. Wolf, you fooled me once. Are you sure you have found Gilbert Blye?" "If we ain't, so help me!" solemnly swore Wolf. Honoria Blye, with Bill Wolf by her side, was soon speeding downtown in her little electric coupe. In front of I,uchow's restaurant they found a fat. wide man with a cigar in the corner of his mouth and his narrow rimmed slouch hat shoved on the back of his round head and his eyes turned con templatively toward the stars. "Certain party in, Bliuky?" husked Wfllf. Blinky Feters followed them inside the busy cafe, ahd as they walked back toward the Thirteenth street entrance a fat, wide man with his hnhds in his pockets came in at the rear door- Sneaky Tavis. "There's your party!"' suddenly hiss ed Bill Wolf and pointed to n table where a dark Vandyked German with spectacles was entertaining a healthy, red checked young woman with a green feather in her hat. "You scum!" shrilled Honoria Blye to her three expert detectives and went home to her parrot. Ned Warner stepped into the cigar store next door to the Hotel Daniel and telephoned Juno's home in Rryn port. Mr. and Mrs. Moore were in the city at Bobbie Bletherlng's, the smooth, soft voice of fat, black old Aunt Dcb by told him. Bletherlng's and the cheery voice of Bobbie. Yes, the Moores were there. And June was located? Great! Stanch Bobbie was all eagerness when Ned said he wanted the Moores and Bobble and Iris to come down to the Hotel Daniel. He also telephoned Honoria Blye. Her shrill voice crackled over the tele phone. She had just this minute got in from a wild goose chase after a bogus Gilbert Blye, but if he had been seen at the Hotel Daniei with Ned's run away bride she'd be right down, no noria called up her detectives and or dered them to report at the Hotel D,miel. Meanwhile Gilbert Bl.ve sat in con versation with Jovial looking Orin Cun ningham and a usually vivacious bru nette whom both men called Tommy. Triumphantly Blye held before Tommy the address 1n his little memorandum book "Mrs. J. G. Day, Hotel Daniel." He motioned the girl to follow him. She sat glumly. Orin Cunningham spoke to her sharply. With a flounce she rose and followed Gilbert Blye. CHAPTER 11. ED WARNER, standing diago nally across from the Hotel Daniel, where he could watch * " both the front and the side en trances, saw three short, thick men come single file up the side street and stop in front of the main entrance. Shanks McGee had felt strangely list less and forlorn these past few min utes, for there was nothing inside or out. Suddenly the three short, thick detectives rounded the corner, and, gee, they were slinking! The world was once more a bright and happy place for Shanks. "Say, kid," husked the shortest and the thickest—it wns none other than Rill Wolf—"have you lamped a lengthy gink around here with whittled black chinchillas?" That observant young person of the world began at the beginning, but he was so minute of detail that he had not yet reached the middle when Bill Wolf, looking through the plate glass windows of the Motel Daniel, said "Sh!" nnd drew his two assistant de tectives out of the range of poor Shanks McGee's quivering enrs, and the three astute hounds of the law put their heads together In excited confer ence. Then Bill Wolf, In Ills best pose of a roan who wsb waiting for some body and didn't expect him to come, went into the hotel. The Moore limousine drew up, and Ned went over to Join the quartet. He led the way to the desk and confronted the unemotional eye of the clerk. "This is tbe father nnd mother of the young woman whose maid called here with her clothing. We do not know what name she used In registering, but I know that my wife Is in this house, and if we don't get her I'll raise trou ble!" "I'll produce the woman at once." the clerk agreed. "Rut If there's going to be n rumpus It'll have to be on the sidewalk and on the other side of the Btreet." He called for 44. He called again. There was no answer. The room waa learched. It was empty! Sammy, the boy with the angelic panlment; duet, Misses Erma Wilson and Vera Speas; violin du<\t, Miss Ida Klchard and Jessie Parish: reading, Mrs. J. H. Bowman: ladles' quartet, Mrs. Garman, STrs. IjudwlK, Misses Ueldell and Mader; violin solo. Miss Jessie Parish; contralto solo,' Mrs. H. It. Wetteroth. Mrs. De Gray, first vice-president of Harrlsburn t'nlon, Rave an address, "A Messukfe of Prophecy." H was a de scription of the celebation In Harrls- sxuile and the blue eyes and the white teeth, was the finest liar lu the hotel. He had had a quarter and one of her compelling sniilea from Juno and a glance from her lovely eyes, and he had run them dowu through the base meut and out the rear servants' en trance and had told them a place to go where no one would ever find tbem. Gone! The six shocked searchers for the runaway bride hurried downstairs just as Honoria Blye stopped lu, fol lowed by Blinky Peters and Sneaky Tnvls. "Where is he?" screeched Mrs. Blye. Bill Wolf advanced to do his happy duty. "There he is, lady!" he shouted tri umphantly, while Blinky Peters and Sneaky Tavis alunk up, one on each side of the culprit. "Nab him, boys!" "Mou Dleul" crlud the culprit as the four fat paws of Blinky Peters and Sneaky Tavis clapped dowu on his arms. The rest of the objection was an incomprehensible polyglot Jumble as, shrieking his indignation, the black bearded Frenchman strove to wrench himself free. "Is that the man you mean?" hissed Honoria. "That ain't the guy!" yelled Shanks McGee, who was willing to be kicked out now. "Gilbert Blye sllnked in here after the beautiful goll and ducked into the subway when dis sport gives him the run! Gee!" "This is the limit!" declared the clerk to one and all as strong porters and agile bell hops headed his way. "Get 'em out, Mike!" Quite a little crowd had collected when suddenly a policeman appeared from around a corner and dispersed the mob, including Honoria. That vigorous lady had barely turned the corner, beading for the avenue, when a brilliantly lighted, luxurious limousine stopped in front of the Ho tel Daniel. Shanks McGee's eyes be gan to stretch as he saw the occupants, and he whirled In a complete circle in his efforts to locate without the loss of a second BUI Wolf and Blinky Peters and Sneaky Tavis. They were trudg ing up the street in single file, heads down, hands in pockets. Even Blinky Feters had lost interest in the stars. The smacking footsteps of Shanks Mc- Gee aroused them. "Gee!" exploded Shanks. "Cripcs! Gilbert Blye has doubled back wit an other swell Jane! Beat it to the Dan iel! And one of yonse hotfoot it after the electric showcase and get the old woman! Gee!" Wolf turned a commanding eye on Tavis. "Hit 'er up!" he ordered. Sneaky drew a long, jerking breath and pulled his belt around him, cast a despairing look up the side street to where tbe little electric was twinkling, took the center of the car track and began laboriously to "hit 'er up." In the meantime Gilbert Blye and Tommy Thomas had walked confident ly up to the desk. The clerk without the flicker of an eyelid bent forward politely. "Is Mrs. J. G. Day stopping here?" inquired Blye with great, suavity. "No; the lady is gone." "Gone?" protested Blye and leaned forward to look over the register. "Why, she came in only about an hour or so ago. She is"— "Now, don't tell me who she Is. I don't know whose wife the lady may be, nnd I don't want to know. She's gone!" "Mon Dieu!" shrilled an excited voice, and Gilbert Blye found himself confronted by the decorative French man. That excited individual sur veyed Gilbert Rl.ve's sleek black Van dyke and tweaked at his own and sud denly threw up both hands and began to laugh. In that same fhoment Sneaky Tavis caught up with the electric coupe and "Hero he la, ladyl" scrambled on the step and hung his thick arms In at the door. "Huh—huh—huh—huh!" Sneaky In formed her, strangling for breath and pulling his arms out of the car. "I say, what do you want?" Insisted Honoria. Sneaky pointed backward with his thumb. "Your huh-hnh-huh-husbandl" he husked, sucking in nil the air In the car. "Daniel!" And again he point ed backward with his thumb. Honoria Rlye without a word grab bed her cut gloss flower vase and cracked her expert detective on the burg of tho putting In force tho na tional prohibitory amendment In 1920, The message wan Riven In a clear and forceful manner. Mrs. O. E. Houston secured a num ber of members during tho social hour which followed. Refreshments were served to eighty members and friends. KUIJP-IIESIJIK WEDDING ISrminarvlllc.—At tha rauldaui-.c of RARRISBURG TELEGRAPfI Knuckles. With a parting gasp ho dropped off backward. Where was June while so many peo ple were bo busy about her? In a horse cab. with Marie and the clothes, far down near the East river, where, in full sight of all the barged and all the grimy shipping, they found a slice of a house, so narrow that it should huve had a. weuthervane to keep it headed into the wind. It was three stories high and blackened with nge, but there were geraniums and a cheer ful light in the downstairs front win dows. This was where the elevator boy'B mother lived, and It was as clean inside as it was grimy out She had a floor to let, furnished, two rooms and n real bath, tin and considerably dent ed, but kept fresh painted in spotless white. "You say you want it quiet," said she, "and my son Sammy sent you here? Well, my husband, before ho died, was the most i>opuJar policeman on the force, and the whole depart ment, darlin', is your friends." CHAPTER 111. EOR a moment June hesitated be fore the door of an employ* inent agency next morning, and then sho sharply beat down her reluctance. People who have made up their minds to be indei>endent and to earn their own way in life must have no timidity. She turned the knob with sudden boldness and opened It; then she smiled at her own sensitive ness as she stood before a pleasant faced woman, in the corner of whose eyes, however, there was a veiled sharpness which June did not see. A very pretty woman came in as June turned to go away, and with her was a little girl of great beauty. June hesitated as she heard the word "gov erness." The woman at the desk "Bravo! How do you do?" smiled to June. The newcomer fol lowed that smile and herself smiled at June. The little girl had been study ing June frankly out of round eyes. "I like you," she said, with startling candor; then the employment agency woman laughed, and pretty Mrs. Wiles laughed. June dimpled. "I like you, too," she acknowledged. The employment agency woman rose. "Mrs. Murdock is listed as a gov erness," she observed, and June winc ed at her new name. How queer this all seemed! "Perhaps you would like to have a little chat." Mrs. Wiles and June Moore Warner Justin Day Murdock were both agree able to that suggestion, particularly since little Dolly Wiles had appropri ated June apparently for keeps. They sat in one of the cozy comers, and when June rose she was engaged. Mrs. Wiles was a most appealing woman. All three were perfectly happy as they left the office and rode in Mrs. Wiles' victoria up Fifth avenue to one of those wide, clean streets which lead off from Central park. A block and a half from the avenue they stopped before a new looking apartment bouse with an imposing en trance, and a hungry looking doorman bowed his regular bow, and a hungry looking elevator man shot them sky ward. A duplex apartment. June had nev er seen one before, and its utility was a puzzle to her then, as it was for many a long day afterward. After luncheon a nap for Dolly, and then a romp in the park. Roller skat ing. June's foot was nearly as small as Dolly's, and the child, after she had thoroughly exhausted herself, Insisted that June try. It was a pretty little deceit which was put on Dolly. Juno strapped on the skates and was timid and helpless and altogether charming until Dolly had laughed herself weak; then June suddenly straightened up and skated away like the expert that she was, whereat Dolly was more pleased than ever, and a voice from the roadway, a suave and pleasant voice, called: "Brayo!" Gilbert Blye! He was milling. June was confused. She whisked off the skates. "You seem to have all the accom plishments," went on Blye, stepping town from his luxurious limousine. Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Leslie yesterday their daußhter, Miss Blanche Leslie, was married to Clayton H. Kulp, of Neffsvllle, by the Rev. A. 8. Hotten steln. 437 YEARS WITH THE FIRM Record of Ten lOmployett of Plant In Wat soil town Watsontown, Pa., Feb. 20. The Walsnntown Door aad S;mh Company "Hello, young lady I" Ho held out hi* hand to Dolly Wiles with a famil iarity permissible to the very young and to the very old of femininity, and the child took it hesitantly, with a shy upward glance at June. Her big gray eyes widened, however, as they fell on the limousine. Kbe dropi>ed the hand and ran forward to the machine. "What a lovely carl" she exclaimed, patting It on its smooth, swelling side. "Just the kind mother wauts, but dud dy says we can't afford it" Blye laughed lightly. "Would you like a spin around the park In it," he suggested, "you and your playmate here?" And he bowed. Dolly, Jumping up and down, was al ready tugging at the door handle, and Blye, laughing, opened it for her. Dol ly gave a cry of positive Joy as she saw the rich interior, and she was among the soft cushions In an Instant. "You haven't much choice," said the low voice of Blye, and he held the door open for June. "This once." And she looked him nquarely In the eye. He smiled. June was thoughtful all through that delicious twenty minutes of riding. Blye—bis fare haunted her. An other face came to her—Ned! A great wave of homesickness swept over her. They made their adieus rather hasti ly to Blye, for their time wns a little more than up. Just before dinner was called Mr. Wiles came home, nnd June happened Into the library. It was Dolly's favor ite storeroom for toys, books and every thing else. Mrs. Wiles—he called her Woo Ely—was sitting on the arm of her husband's chair, her arm around bis neck and his chin In the palm of her hand. With the other hand she was twisting a lock of bis hair over and over her finger, and she was most dis tinctly and obviously wheedling him for money! His voice was low and protesting with as much sternness as a man can use when he Is being charm ed into docility. Woozly Wiles was locking the money In her little inlaid desk when June next saw her. They were going ont after dinner. There was some talk about ordering a car, and it needed but one word to give Dolly a start. The luxurious limou sine of the black Vandyked man was the whole of her text. She rattled on and on and on about It, and as she talked the pretty face of Mrs. Wiles grew more and more distressed. "Harry, dear," she said, "Dolly and I want a limousine! Please!" Dolly clapped her hands. "After that limousine again," he gny ly commented. "Not now, Woozly. Business is too bad." "I don't like business," she laughed. "It's a mean old tiling, isn't it Dolly? Harry, please!" "Get thee behind me. Woozly." The man still laughed, but he began to look very seriously at his charming wife. "You'd get anything out of a man." And his laugh was half vexed, alto gether admiring. Pretty Mrs. Wiles accepted that com pliment prettily, but June, as she slip ped out of the library unobserved, was hurt for the woman, for herself, for her kind, as her face betrayed. Here It was again—the endless, almost un varying story of the woman dependent on the man's bounty and, in this case, getting all she could out of him. Ned and his detectives on that day were down In the neighborhood of the Hotel Daniel scouring the district inch by inch, as it were, for some trace of the runaway bride, and wherever they ■went a small, flat nosed boy with one soiled newspaper under his arm sleuth ed after them, slinking from tree to tree and from doorway to doorway. Little Dolly Wiles awoke in the night to become aware of a light in the low er floor of the duplex apartment. Dad dy! He was at work in the library, as he always was late at night here re cently. Dolly felt herself privileged to say good night to daddy, so she slipped out and put on her bedroom slippers and her pretty little lounging robe and tripped downstairs. June heard her go and dressed in like fashion. Harry Wiles had his books spread out before liim and a pen be hind his ear. "Daddy, are you going to get mother a limousine?" The man glanced over at his books and ran his hand across his brow. "Well, I promised mother tonight," he admitted, with reluctance, and his fece grew grave. "Goody!" The little girl clapped her bands. "But will It be a nice big limousine?" "Not an extraordinarily big one. Just a proper sized limousine for little girls like you and mother. Ob, come in, Woozly!" Mrs. Wiles in a stunning negligee stood in the library door. "You want Dolly, of course." she said to June. "She's a born prowler, I think." Dolly smacked her father a parting kiss. "Daddy says It won't be a big limou sine, mother, but it'll have silk tassels, and it will. be a limousine anyhow. May we have a red headed chauffeur and a chow dog?" "It depends on what color upholstery your mother selects," grinned her fa ther as his pretty wife took Dolly's place on the arm of the chair. "There's only one kind of upholstery in the Beaver cars." laughed Mrs. Wiles, pinching her husband's ear. "Really, Harry, I've been wondering if It isn't a waste of money to buy as cheap a limousine as that I'd rather wait until you can afford one that will be more substantial." "I know your tricks." commented her husband. "Really. Wi'jjv, I positive ly cannot afford an expulsive car." "Harry!" That wheedling tone echoed In Juue's ears as she skipped upstairs with Dolly, and she knew that tha has ten men who have been In its em ploy for a total of 437 years, ten who have been with the firm since their Initial employment, a total of 414 yeara, and five who have never worked for any other firm. Another ten men have a record which totftls 330 years. Tho plant has 250 employes. Try Telegraph Want Ads FEBRUARY 20, 1915. cheap little Beaver car would not stand In front of the Wiles' door. It did not. A good car brought Mrs. Wiles home the very next day. Mrs. Ned Warner had been made tre mendously thoughtful by the affairs of the little Wiles family. There was something wrong in the custom which made tlds condition possible. "What was ItV The position of donor and recipient. Neitlief- the man nor thu woman was really to blame. It was custom. And June knew what Mrs. Wiles would not admit to herself, If she suspected It. that the man was be ing constantly wheedled beyond his means. Mrs. Wiles affected even to herself that his constant resistance toward ex penditure was the normal attitude of a man townrd the domestic spending of money. It was the woman's busi ness to get all she could and the man's to resist. The crash came sooner than .Tune had ' expected. On the next evening after/ the limousine had come home there t A ' / -l: Another F«c« Came to her, Nedl walked into the house a grim jawed, hard eyed man of forty-five, on whose suit case were pasted foreign labels. "Hello, Baker!" exclaimed Wiles, with cordiality. "A little personal business." And Baker seated himself. "How's the London branch?" asked Wiles by way of making conversation. "Doing very nicely," was the curt re ply, and Baker shook hands with Dolly. By and by the voices of the men rose as they became more interested in their conversation, and there floated up to June an emphatic speech of Baker's which she could not help hear ing. "You've spent HI" Baker's words were clean cut. "In my absence of a year and a half you've overdrawn your account ssl>,