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>,<XX). Fifty thousand dol
lars was the exact amount of your in
vestment. That makes us quits. You'll
turn over your share of the business
to me immediately."
"But that leaves me without a cent,
without an income!" worried Wiles.
He had no blame for his partner, nor
was he as much crushed as he had ex
pected to be. "I have a wife and a
child, you know, Baker. I could 110
more refuse them anything than I could
refuse bread to a starving child."
"That's the trouble." Baker's volca
was not harsh. It was simply cold.
"You've spoiled them. A wife should
be a help to a man, and most of them
would if they were given a chance.
You made a toy of yours."
The next morning Mrs. Wiles came
up to June. She had been crying, but
there was a light in her eyes which
was good to see.
"I am very sorry," she said simply.
"We have had a business reverse, and
we shan't be able to keep you. The
fact of the matter is that we don't hap
pen to have a cent in the house. I
took all of Harry's poqket money yes
terday. and I spent it yesterday after
noon. I—l—l—that isn't quite the
truth," she suddenly blurted out. "Wo
are absolutely broke. We haven't any
money at all."
It hurt June to part with them. She
had liked them all, and when the little
girl hung around her neck they cried
together, all three—June and Mrs.
Wiles and Dolly.
Halfway up to the avenue June,
walking along and dabbing her eyes
occasionally, was confronted by some
one. Blye!
"Which way?" he asked.
"To the employment ofHce," she told
him, and showed him her little purse
with a laugh.
"It's a shame that n pretty girl like
you has to worry about money." And
his coal black eyes gazed down at her
glowingly.
He tried to detain her. Catching her
gently by the arm, he tried to urge her
into his car, using all the persuasive
ness of bis eyes and his smile and his
suave courtesy, but she was obdurate.
Suddenly he jumped into his limou
sine and whirled away. He was at
the employment agency before June
reached it and he had a cordial chat
with the employment agency woman.
He handed her an address and went
away.
June was delighted when she secured
an opening quickly and started out
immediately for the place. For a mo
ment June felt an Intense dislike to the
ugly looking house at the address given
her and all that it might contain; then,
laughing at her own fancies, she strode
up tho steps and rang the bell. The
door swung open silently, but no one
appeared. Wondering. June walked
In, and the door slammed behind her.
Two minutes later Gilbert Blye walk
ed up the steps, took a key from his
pocket. Inserted it into the lock and
•mlled.
LICENSE FIGHT IN LANCASTER
Remonstrance.* Against N I iietcon Places
in City and County
Lancaster, Pa., Feb. 20.—Remon
strances have been filed against the
renewal of licenses to nineteen hotels
In Lancaster city and county, specific
charges being filed against each stand.
A few are said to be unnecessary,
but against most of them the charge Is
made that the law Is belnsr violated.
Recent Deaths in
Central Pennsylvania
Special to The Telegraph
Waynesboro.—Mrs. LydiaA.Funk, 82
years old. died at her home In South
Broad street yesterday.
Ka*t Cocalico. —William Btnkley, 83
years old. dlecf yesterday.
Marietta.—Mrs. Margaret Tate, 71
years old. ciea yesterday.
Newport.—Word was received here
to-day of the death of the widow of
the Rev. J. J. Kerr at the home of
her daughter. Mrs. W. H. Slaughen
haupt, of Oakmont, Pa. m
SILAS W. CLARK DIES
Death of Newport Man Caused by
Blood Poisoning
Special to The Telegraph
Newport, Pa., Keb. 20.—Silas Wright
(Mark died yesterday morning at his
home in Market street, aged D 7 years,
from an attack of blood poisoning.
Mr. Clark was born in Center town
ship, this county, and came to New
! port when a young man. He married
I .Miss Mary Margaret Wertz, of this
place, February 19, 1888. Mr. Clark's
j death occurring on the 27th anniver
sary of their marriage. He is surviv
led by his wife and two children, Mrs.
j William N. Keifsnvder, of Harrisburg,
I and Robert W. Clark, at home. He
j is also survived by Mrs. Alfred Clouser
of Newport, and Mrs. Mattie Hess,
j Harrisburg. sisters, and R. W. Clark
| and Jesse Clark, Sioux City, lowa.
I Mr. Clark was a member of St. Paul's
| Lutheran Church, at which placo
j funeral services will be held on Mon-
I day morning, his pastor, the Rev.
William C. Ney, officiating. He was
ja member of the Knights of the Gold
| en Eagle, Modern Woodmen and Patri
j otic Order of the Sous of America.
APPEALED TO SUPREME COURT
Sunbury, Pa.. Feb. 20.—Attorneys
W. H. llackenburg, of Milton, and
R. Savidge of Sunbury, have appealed
to the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania,
in the suit of the Milton Weaving and
Manufacturing company vs. the North
umberland County Gas and Electric
company of Sunbury, for damages by
J lire alleged to have been caused by de
fective wiring. Judge Cummlngs non
suited the case, which was for $70.000.
RDinni
JUNE
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•' The third episode in motion
pictures at the
j. Royal Theater
| 3rd St. Above Cumberland
;j Monday Evening
' | The great serial of Love,
| Revenge, Money and Mystery
/ —by—
George Randolph Chester
• Featuring
; NORMA PHILIPS
■ | Former Mutual Girl.
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! JUNE
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], the mystery of the bride's
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All Star Cast
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' Every Monday for fifteen
weeks —the story by
t George Randolph Chester
t Love, Mystery, Adventure,
[ Dollars
' Monday, Feb. 22
; EPISODE NO. 4
Norma Phillips
J Former Mutual Girl
in the role of
"Runaway
June"
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