FIFTH EPISODE
A Woman la Trouble.
E CHAPTER I.
AT old black Aunt Debby Was
tl rested in lie! 1 beet marketing
eiotheS, tiie green percale with
the btg yellow fiowfrs, and the
Uttle biue bat With the noddihg Ifeii
Iwppies W-«« oet far- forward on he* 1
Kiaklefl« \vig. Tile luarketing trip to
Ihe city bed been «Uti w? Aunt t>ebby'a
Joys v but today the buoynney and
hlfih pitched laugh of excitement
Were abeeuti
"'YeuMl stop at Ned'H fotf Mr. Moore,
l>efe'h.y, M tea id Mm, Moore,
u YasßUin* Aunt Debby stole a glance
Hit June's Jwrlralt on the well, "You--
y»u ain't beard netbln* yet of Miss
JUnie?'*
i At Bound of that name Bouncer
Vvwe instantly* head up, ears perked*
biil wanting, eyes eager, mouth open
H« 'was at the windotf with his paws
the will and ready t» bark, He
whined Instead and dropped hts paws
t» the <H*m-
WbeiV was June? That puxallng
iMrobieni Oiled the entire ruind of Aunt
bwfefey M by the side of the driver aha
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Today the Buoyancy and High Pitahed
Laugh War* Absent.
Ispna Into tbe city In the Moor® limon-
Kin<\ And that puzzling problem filled
'>)*» en tine mind of John Mourn as he
•tut in his office.
Where -was June? A doxen private
detectives •were scouring the city of
New York for her, and they reported to
a stem faced young man -who Bnt in
the lonely apartments which June and
lie had fitted up to be their nest, his
only companion a miniature of his
lovely bride.
Where was Jnne? Who was this
anystprions Gilbert Blye? What waa
his power over Ned Warner's bride?
Ned seized his hat and strode forth
Into the streets In his never ending
search for June.
At that moment tie door of a strange
house had slammed abruptly behind
beautiful Juue Warner. And Gilbert
Blye had furnished this address to
Juno's employment agency.
A blase looking page girl inspected
June Impudently In the dim light of
the hall, then with a significant grin
left June standing there and swagger
ed through a door at the end of the
hall. June was startled a*, that door
opened and a blaze of light came out
with the chatter of many shrill voices.
In there, amid wreaths of curling blue
■moke, moved handsomely gowned wo
men, and many of them nonchalantly
puffed at cigarettes. At that Instant
the smiling Gilbert Blye'a key grated
in the lock.
A largo yellow haired woman came
hurrying from the salon with June's
employment agency card in her hand.
"Right this way, honey," she rasped
in a voice to which the honey was for
eign. and she led the way to a small
Bide room at the left of the salon. As
J tine reluctantly entered the strangely
furnished little room at the left Gilbert
Blye came in at the front door.
With a smile upon his lips and glint
ing In his dark eyes he hurried straight
back toward the little room in which
stood June, now aloue and frightened.
At that instant a huge, clumsy maid
came tumbling up from the basement,
followed by a puff of yellow smoke.
With her eyes distended and her mouth
open, ready for the yell of "Fire!" she
rushed to the door of the salon, but
before she could reach it Gilbert Blye
had her roughly by the arm mid push
ed her through the door which led to
the basemo'it. He stood staring at the
smoke which came curling ominously
through that opening, glanced again
toward June's room and dashed down
the stain*.
That was a strangely furnished little
room in which June found herself.
There wefe two desks and a filing
cabinet aad some office chairs, but
there were a luxurious couch and
dainty hangings, a soft rug and pink
paneled walls and ceiling. It was all
BO incongruous. And the work—lt was
queer too. The yellow haired woman
came in from the parlor presently ana
FIGHTING AGAINST MCKNSK
Special tu The Telegraph
Columbia, Pa., Kel>. 27. The No-
Ucenae I>eague, of Columbia, has waged
« vigorous light against the granting;
r>f some of tlio hotel licenses and for
the past few ilavs remonstrants have
"übmitted depositions before some of
the justices of the peace and notaries,
which will be submitted to the license
. SATURDAY EVBNING,
feqflmned the posting into small blank
books of* many memorandum slips,
IJoqli slip contained the name of s wo
fcr&n and a sum of money, There were
bo slips for mem but there Were index
fnrds about meil, Jhne puseied as to
What sort of business this might be>
The page Rlrl swished in with one of
the memorandum slips, The yellow
head, whose faee was puffy and more
highly polored than was wholesome,
took tbe slipt looked nt the itame on it,
frowned, shook he? betid and went out
•with the girl, Che entered the salon
hnrl stood surveying the scene with
eold abstraction, Around n long table
hat the women whom June had seen.
They all had cards in front, of them
mid stacks of playing chips, and a raw,
boned woman sitting on a higher chair
than the rest was dealing, The yellow
haired woman fixed hot' attention on
the gambler next to tbe dealer, Bho
was n fluffy blend with a feverish glit»
ter in her eyes, aud she was bent BO In.
tently upon the fall of the cards that
■he did not notice the door open and
close,
Poor June! She glanced about her
with growing repugnance, She was
abjectly miserable, and auddunly she
was sobbing,
Ned! Why had she run away from
him? •
In the gambling room the fluffy blond
who had played so feverishly Btaked
and lost the last chip in front of her.
She turned impatiently to look for the
page girl. She met instead the cold,
hard eye of the yellow haired woman,
who quietly motioned her. The player
rose reluctantly, and fright came into
her face as sho followed into the hall
and to the little office where June had
been installed,
"You've reached the limit, Mrs. Per
ry," announced tbe yellow haired wo
man, turning on tbe unlucky one sharp
ly as she closed the door. Here is the
I. O. U. Belle brought to me. I have
not O. K»'d it."
"It's only for $60," faltered Mrs.
Perry,
"I wouldn't O. K. it for 60 cents,"
Slapped the other. "Now, I want ac
tion. You'll telephone your husband
from this room."
"No, no!" The woman wrung her
hands. "I'll talk to him tonight!"
"I know that game," she scorned,
and from June's desk she took an In
dex card.
"Eight-o-elght-o Garden," she told
the new secretary. "Ask for Mr. Per
ry, and say that his wife wishes to
speak with him."
"No!" cried Mrs. Perry hysterically,
■nd reached over June's shoulder to
take the phone. The new secretary
had made no move toward the phone.
She was staring at the yellow haired
woman in astonishment. That deter
mined person was not one to wrangle
In emergencies. She snatched up the
p?ionc herself and called the number.
"Yon women think I'm a mark," she
scornfully stated to Mrs. Perry while
she waited. "You'd sting me for a
thousand dollars rather than sting your
husband for it. See this card?" She held
It out. It contained the name of Jackson
W. Perry,his business address, his home
address, his financial rating, probable
income, clubs and telephone numbers.
And the unfortunate Mrs. Perry seem
ed to shrink into hopeless despair as
she realized the Implacable organiza
tion against which she had pitted her
self. "Mr. Perry, please." The yellow
haired woman's voice had undergone
a complete change. It was very pleas
ant of Inflection, though it rasped.
"His wife wishes to speak with him."
She handed over the telephone, and
June, seeing Mrs. Perry's unsteadiness,
rose and compassionately gave the wo
man her chair. The yellow haired one
walked calmly over to her own desk and
took up the extension phone.
June looked at her hat and coat. She
seemed quite bewildered. She could
not quite understand what this was all
about, but she did know that It was
all unpleasant aud heartless and de
grading. She was starting to go when
something on Mrs. Perry's face touch
ed her sympathies and held her.
"Yes, it's Gwen," trembled Mrs. Per
ry, her nervous fingers clutching des
perately to keep the quaver from her
voice. "I—l hope I haven't interrupt
ed anything important."
"Not very." The man's voice could
be heard distinctly outside the phone.
".Tack"—-the voice was full of plead
ing—"l—l have to have some money."
The frown of the yellow hnlred wo
man deepened as she listened to the
man's reply.
"I know it's a week before my allow
ance is due," urged Mrs. Perry, and
now she turned her eyes imploringly
toward tbe stony, yellow haired one.
"But I just must have it! Eight hun
dred dollars!"
The man's voice boomed an incredu
lous exclamation over the wire; then
a sharp question.
"Why—why, it's to pay bills! Yes,
yes, Jack, I know I was supposed to
keep them paid out of my allowance!
I didn't want to tell you this until we
could sit down quietly together, only
they're pressing me for payment! And
the allowance isn't enough, Jackson!
Yes, I know you've raised it—oh!'*
The man's heavy voice had Interrupt
ed her calmly, coldly. She sank back
limply in the chair.
June hung up tbe receiver. She was
suiprised to see tbe yellow haired wo
man put up her own phone and come
across the room with a benign expres
sion.
"Cheer up," she advised. "Hubby's
all right."
Mrs. Perry straightened up.
"Yes," she said and moistened her
I Ins. "he said that he'd go over those
bills with me tonighl."
"I heard him myself." Aud the yel
low haired woman grinned across at
June. "Here's your I. O. U., dearie.
I've O. K.'d it. You better go in and
play awhile for your nerves."
"RUNAWAY JUNE" WILL HEREAITER APPEAR AH A SERIAL, MONDAY, WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY IN THIS PAPER
court. One of the principal objections
interposed against the stands com
plained of is that they are not neces
sary for the accommodation of the pub
lic. Violations are alleged in some
casts, and it is declared that liquor was
furnished to minors and persons of
known intemperate habits. The move
ment has caused considerable discus
sion. and called forth denials of the
charge* on the part of the owners.
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tIARRISBURG TELEGRAPII
The terrified little blond looked up
incredulously. It WAS as if sbe bad
been given A drink of some Strong
stimulant, and she clutched eagerly st
♦he memorandum slip, Perhaps With
that she could win bach all that she
had lost!
'"Thank youi"' sbe gasped and hur*
tied from tbe room,
Tbe other woman grabbed her phone,
''ffilght-o-eight-o Gardens'* sbe called,
''Hello! Mf. Perry, please, This it his
Irife'B friend,"
iJhne hioved for her hat and coat,
"Hello, Mr, Perry! Say, your wife
is at 48 Klngsley court gnmbllng, and
she's going to be exposed in half an
hour if you aren't here tq, pay her
debts,"
The man at the other end of the wire
apparently took a moment to gasp for
breath) then the wire bootned,
"All right, bring the police If yon
want," snapped the yellow haired wom
an. "t guess I can stand the notoriety
if yon and your wife can. And, say,
checks don't go. Bring cash. It's eight*
fifty now,"
June stood aghast. A gambling house!
"*» CHAPTER 11.
the corner near Mrs. O'Keefe'i
|| || home Officer Grady walked
I 111 over to lift his cap politely and
* *to help Marie across the street
With her empty market basket Two
blocks up Officer Dowd carried her
basket two blocks off his beat to
where Officer Keman held up the traf
fic both ways while she described the
chicken potpie she intended to make
for dlnuer, All this was, first, because
the Widow O'lCeefe's husband had
been the most popular man on the
force and, second, because Marie, plain
of feature though sho wns, had found
in herself an unexpected knack for
pleasing policemen.
In the market June's maid, compan
ion and protector wandered from stall
to stall, selecting her tiny purchases
of fruit and vegetables. She was just
deciding on the tremendously Impor
tant selection of the chicken itself
when suddenly an avalanche of flam
ing color fell upon her and a voice
cried:
"You, Marie? Wha's Miss Junle? I
say, wba'a Miss Junie?"
Aunt Debby! Her two fat black
hands were gripped on Marie's arm.
A crowd began to gather immediately.
Marie straightened herself stiffly.
"I do not know you!" sho declared.
"You don't know me!" Aunt Debby
wheezed, her broad bosom jumping up
and down. "You say you don't know
me! Ain't I Debby? Ain't you Ma
rie?"
Marie with a sudden jerk freed her
self from that earnest gra.sp and would
have been far down the street had it
not been for the thickening crowd.
Aunt Debby, plunging forward with
unbelievable agility, threw both arms
around ber.
"What's the matter here?" The
gruff voice of a big policeman.
"I want that woman took in charge!"
panted Aunt Debby, and she rolled her
eyes.
"Oh, you do!" And the officer of the
law turned on Marie an eye which was
perfectly ready to be suspicious In
spite of ttu disinclination. "What's the
charge?"
The voice of Aunt Debby rose shrilly
triumphant:
"She done stole my pocketbook!"
It was Marie's turn to look astounded.
"Oh, she did! When? Here in the
market?"
"Yas, sir, she did. Right ui hyah at
the chicken stand!"
"Well, what's that on your arm?"
And Aunt Debby's eyes dropped as she
saw the stern gaze of the policeman
fixed on the rusty old hand bag which
!' ... j/
While She Described the Chicken Pot
pie.
gripped her thick forearm. She had
forgotten that detail in her planning.
"Open it up," ordered the officer, who
opened it himself. It had bills and
silver in it. Aunt Debby's reading spec
tacles aud her farsighted ones, *some
peppermint lozenges, brunette face
powder and a tea biscuit.
"Well—well—well!" gulped Aunt Deb
by. her eyes batting. "Sbe done stole
my other pocketbook!"
"That's enough!" growled the officer.
'No negro ever bad two pocketbooks.
What have you got to say, miss?"
And lie was quite respectful to Marie.
"I don't know hor, Mr. Officer,"
■miled Marie.
H:\TEIITAI\EU FOR CHARITY
Wrightsvllle, J'n.. Feb. 27. An en
tertainment was held in the Odd Fel
lows' lin 11. in this place, by local talent
for the purpose of raisins funds for the
Benevolent Association, which con
tributes toward the support of the res
titute who may be found in the neigh
borhood. The sum realized will enable
th" organization to dispense charity
where needed.
"TOM, Marie," streamed Aunt Deb
fay, "fen say you don't know toe?"
"G»> on about you? business" or
tiered the big policeman.
"I don't leave this spot without that
girl!" declared Aunt Debby, planting
her fists on her hips and spreading
her feet apart> Then the outraged
binjesty of the law asserted itself.
''Hey* Billy! Call the wagon!" H
jrelled:
"Please don't arrest lierl" begged
Marie-
She was too lat«; tho wagon had
been called,
"Sorry,' miss," said the officer who
had first Interfered, "but this party
Went too far." And he turned to help
loss the culprit In.
"Oh, Mr. Dowd!" The voice of Ma-
He was suddenly bright and care free.
The three policemen who had been
assisting Aunt Debby turned quickly
as Officer Dowd pushed smilingly
through the crowd to the side of Ma
rie.
"What's the trouble?" he inquired.
Marie whispered her explanation.
"Let tho smoke go, boys," requested
Officer Dowd carelessly. "It's all a
mistake."
"Now you hike!" ordered the police
man and gave Aunt Debby a poke in
the ribs.
Blowly she waddled to the chicken
market, where she found her basket
Intact in the stall of tho poultryman,
and slowly she walked up a block to
the adjacent avdnue, wher« stood the
Mooro limousine.
"Jerry," she called as she climbed
breathlessly to her seat by the driver,
"I done seed Marie! And whah she
goes Miss Junie Is!"
The car was already started.
"Where?" asked Jerry, all quivering
eagerness.
Aunt Debby's eyes rolled. She could
talk no more, but she made a circular
motion with her hand, and Jerry un
derstood.
There seemed to be small profit In cir
culating, and after a few minutes of
this tedious process Aunt Debby. who
seemed to be tremendously prolific of
Ideas today, said:
"Mistah Nodi"
To Ned's they drove, and within five
minutes after Aunt Debby's excited re
port Ned Warner and John Moore and
three long and lanky detectives were
headed for the market, with Jerry and
Aunt Debby up In front. At that point
they scattered, and it was Ned whose
inquiries after Marie led all the way
to Officer Dowd.
CHAPTER 111.
S HEAVY Jawed, firm mouthed,
square headed and level eyed
man stopped at the door of 48
ICingsley court and rang the
bell with a vigorous jerk.
"Mr. Perry," he announced bluntly.
"Yes, sir," replied the impudent page
girl, by no means abashed, and she
threw open the parlor door. "Right
in here." She grinned as she switched
on the lights for him and saw that be
was oppressed by the fact of the drawn
curtains.
VThe yellow haired woman found him
standing solidly in the center of the
room, facing the door.
"Where Is my wife?" he loudly de
manded.
"Don't bark at me!" snapped the yel
low haired woman.
The man abated none of its intensity
as he repeated his demand.
"In a minute." The yellow haired
woman was quite calm and collected.
"I don't mind turning over a parlor to
settle a domestic scrap, but I want my
bill settled first. Eight-fifty."
"Flow do I know thut she is guilty of
gambling? How do I know that she is
here?"
The woman's lip curled.
"Want to see her with the goods?
Well, Jackßon. If you'll promise to be
have I'll show her to you through a
peephole."
The man's fists clinched convulsively.
"You'd better pass over my eight-fif
ty first," said the yellow haired wo
man.
"Just a minute, please." A sweet
voice, low, gentle, cultured—no such
voice as the man had expected to hoar
In this place. He was equally impress
ed when he turned and saw the beau
tiful young girl who had glided through
the rear door, her face full of serious
purpose.
"Who rang for you?" snapped the
yellow haired woman, her eyes flam
ing with instant resentment.
"I stayed in this house for no other
reason than to see Mr. Perry," an
nounced June, with no trace of timidi
ty about her.
"What do you know about this?"
"Mrs. Perry Is in deep trouble and
needs your help."
"She had no reason to be in trouble.
I give my wife an ample allowance."
The man turned from June.
"Yon give It." Across June's mind
there flashed again the whole of her
own vital problem—that whatever the
wife has must come from the husband
in the nature of charity. She saw her
self again as the piteous little beggar
before Ned, whom she loved, and she
saw Mrs. I'erry in that same attitude
before this stern husband. "What
right have you to call It a gift?"
The man stopped nnd turned to June
with a puzzled brow. She had set
astir in lilm a new thought.
"Thl§ angel of mercy stuff is bad for
profits." rasped the voice of the yellow
head. "But I can't overlook a chance
like this. I know your kind, Jackson
Perry. You give your wife an allow
ance that covers everything but emer
gencies. You figure the plumber to
come in three times a year, and if he
comes In four she loses. If she has a
mad passion to treat a few of her
friends to Ice cream sodas she has to
wait, till next month's allowance day.
If she ever saved $25 you'd reduce her
f»ay. I'll bet this poor little wife of
yours Irst got into trouble through
SENIORS BANQUET JUNIORS
Enjoyable Affair «r Meclianlcsbiirg
High School Classes
Special lo The Telegraph
Mechanlcsburg-, J*a., Feb. 2 7.—T>ast
evening the senior class of the high
class Rave the annual banquet to the
juniors, hljrh school faculty and guests
at Bobb's Cafe. Decorations of the
losing 93 in a friendly penny auction
game, and she's been trying to over
take it ever since,"
A gentle band was laid on the man's
arm,
"You Will help her?" The low, sweet
Voice was full of more than appeal; it
wits full of trust and confidence.
There was a slight convulsive heav
ing of Perry's shoulders, but that was
all, He drew out a pocketbook and
counted some money into the yellow
haired woman's hand.
"Now, bring Owen to me," he said,
and his voice lmd no harshness, his
eyes no sternness, his smile no bitter
ness.
With moist eyes June hurried from
tho room. She was glud that she had
stayed here, glad that she had come,
very glad indeed, but now she wsg in
. i
8h» Saw the Dark, Black Vandyked
Fsos of Gilbert Blye.
a hurry to go! The yellow haired wo
man overtook her In the hall, and she
patted June on the shoulder.
"You're all right, Peaehle," she ap
proved, "but remember this, the fixer
gets the blisters."
June was putting on her hat and
coat when Mrs. Perry wouderingly fol
lowed tho yellow haired woman
through the hall. It was yellow head's
regular plan of campaign to confront
people without previous explanation.
It saved wear and tear on the nerves.
A moment later there was a shriek,
and as June came to tho door Mrs.
Perry, her eyes wild and her hair fly
ing, came rushing back through the
hall. She had gone only as far as the
parlor door and at the first sight of her
husband had run. overwhelmed with
unreasoning terror. Back into the sa
lon Mrs. Perry fled and to her place
next the dealer. With snakelike swift
ness she Jerked open the money draw
er beneath the dealer's card box and
snatched from it the shining revolver
which she had so often seen there.
There was an instant's commotion,
shrieks of fright, an overturning of
chairs, as with a wild cry the woman
swiftiy raised the revolver to her tem
ple. Tiefore she could press the trig
ger, however, June's strong young arm
had thrown up the woman's wrist, and
the bullet which would have ended
Mrs. Perry's life went into the ceiling.
Jackson Perry came bursting through
the door and found June in the midst
of the pandemonium, with the limp
Mrs. Perry in her arms.
"Gwen!" cried the man, and the call
came from his heart. Ho had feared
that she was dead, but she opened her
eyes as he took her in his arms, and
there In the midst of that frantic com
motion (heir lips met in the kiss of a
new betrothal.
The yellow haired woman had wait
ed only to see Perry clasp his wife in
his arms; then, leaving wide the salon
door, she rushed toward the basement
door.
"Ready with that fire?" she yelled.
"It's ready, all right," replied the
page girl, bursting out of the base
ment door, and with her came a tre
mendous cloud of smoke. It poured into
the hall and into the salon. The page
girl was choking with it. "They foozled
the first one, and the boss has been
fighting ever since, trying to keep the
shack from burning down."
June rushed out through the hall.
"Not that way!" called the page girl.
"The cops are at the door! Wait for
the firemen!"
The explanation of that was slow in
coming to June. When the yellow hair
ed woman sent for a husband she had
always to fear the police, and the only
way to foil a raid was to confuse it
with a fire.
Thoroughly frightened, June turned
back toward the salon, and as she pass
ed the basement door she saw coming
up through the rolling yellow smoke
the dark, black vandyked face of Gil
bert Blye!
"This way!" called the yellow haired
woman and with a jerk of a tasseled
curtain cord drew aside the great yel
low hangings of the salon windows,
which ran to the floor.
The terrified women threw open the
windows in an instant and were out
on the latticed balcony, down the steps
and through the yard to the walled
park fronting on the other side.
As June sped away she heard the
tlang of the fire engines and the hoarse
shouts of the gathering crowd in front
of 48 Kingslpy court.
Blye had dashed after her, but he
reached the street only in time to see
her boarding a downtown car. He
caught the next one.
All uncousclous that she was pur
sued and grown careless by her three
days of safety in the Widow O'Keefe's
thoroughly protected house. June
alighted at her usual corner and *iur-
senior colors, orange and black, inter
mingled with the Juniors' colors, blue
and white, brightened the rooms. Fol
lowing the banquet an interesting pro
gram -vas given which included a
piano duet by Miss Z-iuth Adams and
Miss Ethel Wlster: violin solo by Ix*e
Strock, Accompanied 011 the piano by
Miss Until Adams: reading. Miss Mar
garet Stover; vocal double quartet.
, FEBRUARY 27, 1915.
ftod down the cross street At an lr
regular corner, where half a doseo
dingy streets and alleys plunged to
gether and, apparently dizzied by thi
impact, wandered angularly and aim
lessly off, June met on a narrow cross
ing a being fairly JlsgHog with alco
hoi. Her heart popped Into her throat,
and she was abont to turn back, for
she would have died rather than to
hare brushed clothes with the object
when the creature, catching sight oi
her, immediately stopped far oyer into
the mud, jerked off his battered can
and with it made a courtesy so sweep
ing that he was unable to rise up fot
Ave minutes afterward.
That was enough for one day, and
June ran down the street, past the lit
tle fountain, Into the sanctuary of th«
Widow O'Keefe's house, up the two
flights of stairs and dropped into th<
wicker chair.
"Slippers," was all she said.
Marie was on her knees in an in
stant, showing every gum.
"Aunt Debby!" she cried, and from
then on uptll long after the wonder
ful chicken potple had been consumed
the conversation flowed with never an
ebb.
It was good to have found a refuge
like this. It seemed far, far away from
the New York which these two knew,
and It was as If no one could ever find
them here. They were safe. Safe!
Is one ever safe? As Ned Warner
stood trying vainly to extract informa
tion from Officer Dowd June's car
flashed by him and he caught a glimpse
of her.
Officer Dowd was astonished to have
his particularly Insistent questioner
stop abruptly in the middle of a sen
tence and go dashing madly after a
street car. In half a block the young
man gave up that absurd chase.
The traffic thickened Just beyond, so
that for three or four blocks Ned was
able to keep sight of the car as It
stopped and started. Finally It was
blocked, and Ned was able to catch up
with It. June was no longer among
the passengers!
"There w as a girl on your car wear
ing a fur cap with a green tassel!"
breathlessly said Ned to the conductor.
"Bet your life."
"Where did she leave your car?"
"On the track."
Ned dropped off the car, left, to his
own logic. June had alighted some
where within these last two blocks.
One goiug farther west would in all
probability have taken a more conven
ient car line. To the east lay a tene
ment district of old, small houses. On
the chance Ned struck east.
"Have you seen a girl wearing a fur
cap with ii green tassel?"
The young man with the yellow der
by over one ear shifted his cigarette.
"I'll be the Tatsy. What's the an
swer?"
He asked that question of countless
people. On a corner where half a doz
en streets and alleys had staggered
themselves by running into each other
Ned found a human being swaying
gently in the breeze.
"Have you seen"—
Ned stopped after one glance into
that vacuous face and one whiff from
that, far from vacuous breath.
"Pipe up, pal." husked the jiggled
one. Ned went over his formula.
"Have you seen a girl wearing a fur
cap with a green tassel?"
"Well, what do you think of that?"
And It stopped swayiog for a moment.
HhaJl
Bly# Had Da«h««l Aft«r H«r.
"A guy with black whiskers," and the
human being illustrated the Vandyke
by a motion of his hand, "asked me the
same thing!"
Blye again! Ned clinched his fist.
/"Did you see the girl?"
The object winked.
" 'S none of your business!" he an
swered with great dignity and reeled
away.
Ned gazed after him in perplexity.
There was no use to question that fel
low any further, but it was certain
that the man had seen June. She had
passed this way then. She was some
where near. And Blye! Blye, too, had
passed this way! Ned chose the most
direct street, the one which led to a Ut
ile fountain, where another street an
gled sharply into it. And this foun
tain was visible from the third floor
windows of the Widow O'Keefe's
house. Ned Warner's heart was full
®f murder.
Blye had passed that way, but he
had gone up another street. Now he,
too, In his wandering search for the
runaway bride came down toward the
little fountain from the other angle.
June looked out of the window. In
the gathering dusk she saw without
recognizing them the two men ap
proaching each other, with the sharp
cornered building between.
At the point and under the light thoy
would meet. Gilbert Blye and Ned
Warner. And the husband of -Tone
fcatl murder in his heart'
Games, music and a dime contest were
features of entertainment. The fol
lowing members of the faculty, with
the school board, were present. Ralph
Jacoby, supervisory principal. Miss
Clara Kasi, Miss Mary Bush, Miss
Bdith -"egley, George Messinger and
A. A. Arnold. Wilbur Wertz, presi
dent of the senoir class, was toast
master.
SCMIU wm
HOLD MEETING HERE
Ninth Session of Central Penna.
Body Will Be Addressed by
Prominent Educators
The ninth annual session of the
Schoolmasters' Association of Central
Pennsylvania, will be held in tho li
brary of Technical high school, Satur
day, March 0. The morning session
will begin at 9.30, while the afternoon
meeting will begin at 2 o'clock.
The session will be opened with de
votional services by the Rev. H. .\".
Bassler. pastor of the Seconil Reform
ed Church. "English in the Jligh
School" will be the subject discussed
by Ober Morning, of Lancaster, follow
ed by a general discussion on the sub
ject of English. Principal H. E. Sla
gen, Lancaster, will speak on "Voca
tional Education," which will be fol
lowed by general remarks. Professor
C. D. Koch, State inspector or high
schools, will give a report on "Results
of the Special Tests in Arithmetic in
the State" as the concluding number
|of the morning.
Superintendent 11. B. Work, Lan
caster. will open the afternoon ses
sion with an address on "What Con
stitutes Effective Supervision." A pen
<eral discussion will follow. At last
; year's meeting in this city, a commit
tee was appointed to investigate the
(salient points In the teaching of "Geo
graphy." This committee lead by Su
perintendent John C. Wagner, of Car
lisle, will speak on "The Essentials in
Geography." A round table discussion
will close the program..
The officers of the conference are:
| President, B. W. Fisher, Lancaster;
vice-president. Katherine McNiff, H.ir
jrisburg; secretary, F. D. Keboch, Her
shey; treasurer, B. F. Heighes, Man
helm.
Tech Boys Are Tuned
Up For Annual Concert
.SatViuel Sherman, a soph at Tech, and
a member of the orchestra, will receive
the first prize of $:! for selling more
tickets for the annual concert of the
Tech Orchestra, to be held to-niglit,
than any other student in the school.
J-rfimbcrt Kinch, also a student in the
second years class, will receive the
second prize of $2. Professor Upde
grove lias put the tinishlng touches on
the boys, and from tho ntimber of
tickets reported sold, the concert will
excel all previous ones.
HK-EX AM IXATIONS WIM, 111-;
HELD AFT Ell SCHOOL CLOSES
lie-examinations at Tech for students
having conditions, will be held the two
first weeks in March. An innovation
will be institut <1 at that time, when
the re-exnnilnntions, in charge of the
instructors will be held in the studv
liall after the regular school session,
beginning at 2:30 p. m. Heretofore tin
regular school hours were devoted to
tills purpose. Students who still have
fifteen conditions after March 12. will
be compelled to enter the next lower
PORT
JUNE
The fourth episode in motion
pictures at the
Royal Theater
3rd St. Above Cumberland
Monday Evening
The great serial of Love, Hate,
Revenge, Money and Mystery
—by—
George Randolph Chester
Kenturluir
NORMA PHILLIPS
Former Mutual Girl.
V'
I.
SEE
RUNAWAY
JIIIE
In Motion Pictures at
THE
VICTORIA
See the pictures and solve
the mystery of the bride's
disappearance
All Star Cast
Every Monday the story by
George Randolph Chester
Monday March 1
EPISODE NO. 5
No 'ma Phillips
Former Mutual Girl
in the role of
"Runaway June"
Admission ... 10c
Children 5c
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