Runaway June By George Randolph Chester and Lillian Chester. Copyright IMG, by Serial Publication Corporation. "At LasU My Love!' CHAPTER * 4 | » JT the moment that Blye met I A J June Nelood at once; It works with a will, it just simply annihilates disease germs. It drives them out, converts them into a harmless aubstanoe for quick elim ination. Get a bottle today and yo« will quickly realize that S. S. 8. is Just as essential to blood health as are the meats, fata, grains and sugars of our daily food. And if yours is a atubbora case, write at once to the Medical Ad viser, Tne Swift Specific Co.. 112 Swift Bldg., Atlanta. Ga. He will put you right. This department has been of Incalculable service to a host of men and women. It has enabled them to understand their true condition, to take care of themselves in the right way. to so use 8. 8. 8. In conjunction with health helps as to obtain the desired result* without mistakes. Do not accept any of the horde of substitutes so often displayed for those who are ea*llv misled. 8. 8. 8. has been the standard for half a century and is un questionably the safest medicine you can uae. MONDAY EVENING. men, followed by the leaping, barking Bouncer. Into this tumultuous scene there rushed Marie and Officer Dowd and fat old black Aunt Debby just as Bob ble by main strength dragged from Gilbert Blye the maddened assailant who had sprung upon him. Gilbert Blye rose feeling of his throat, and for a moment he contemplated Xed Warner with dazed bewilderment; then a flush of anger came into his cheeks, and his black eyes blazed. "Let him go I" he yelled, and, thrust ing the heary Kdwards out of his wsy, he made a mad rush for the man who had attempted to strangle him. It was huge Officer Dowd who this time jumped in between the two furi ous combatants and, with the aid of half a dozen young men, prevented the desperate encounter which would hare ensued. "My husband !" sobbed June and tried to throw herself upon him, but he turn ed from her. "Ned: Mr. Blye!" A hand was laid upon Ned's arm- Iris Blethering's. She had forced her way through the excited throng. "Why, Ned!" she called, shaking his arm and looking at the eyes from which the light of reason seemed to have fled. "Ned, listen to me. It's iris! Don't you see? This is a motion picture studio!" They all had to repeat It again and again before they could reach his dazed intelligence. He had seen but two ob jects in all this huge room, crowded with Its moving picture machines, its properties, its scenery, Its banks of strange lights, and those two objects had been his runaway bride and Gil bert Blye. June! She stood now supported by her father and mother, her large, lus trous eyes turned appeallngly on Ned. waiting the moment when she dared approach him again. "Don't you understand. Ned?" she frantically cried. "Won't you under stand? It's a motion picture play!" Slowly he turned his glassy eyes in her direction. He comprehended at last, but there was no softening In his face, for there still stood the dark, handsome Gilbert Blye. Ned made a sudden lunge for his enemy, but Officer Dowd. watching him narrowly, stopped him. "You hare been with that man ever since you left me!" savagely charged Ned. turning suddenly toward the trembling June and shaking his finger at her. In the abandoned bank room below Bill Wolf stood near a dusty window with Honoria Blye and rolled out be fore her a bill, yards long, covering all the separate items of his sleuthing on the trail of Gilbert Blye and June War ner. "Go over tha Hgt, ma'am. Item by Item," confidently invited the faithful detectiTe. "You'll find them correct. And here'* a check on your own bank, all ready and made out for you to sign, and here's a fountain pen, ma'am." Honoria Blye took the long list and began to check it off, item by item. In the studio above a score of indig nant eyes turned on Ned Warner, and there was a loud chorus of protest as he pointed accusingly at his unhappy runaway bride. "What do you mean?" demanded the cold, stern roice of Gilbert Blye, and he Advanced, his black eyes glowing. "This girl has done no wrong!" They all talked at once, and they all talked indignantly at Ned Warner— Tommy Tliomns. the white mustached Orin Cunningham, the round headed Edwards, Marie, Officer I>owd, Bob ble and Iris Blethering and all the camera men and membeog of the Blye Stock company. According to them, June Warner was the sweetest and best little wife any man dared wish for, and if Ned Warner chose to criti cise her in any way he would hare to answer to every person here. Including fat old black Aunt Pebby, who breast ed straight up to him. waddling her voluminous self defiantly from side to side. ' Looky hyah, you. Mr. Ned'" she flared, and Bouncer, who had been rushing around the separated bride and groom, stopped to bark ferociously up at Ned. "Ain't that Marie been with our honey ever since she done come an' got her clothes? Ain't yon got no gumption? Why, looky hyah, if yon say H word about our Mist Junie I'll Jest about squash you!" Iris and Father and Mother Moore bent forward eagerly toward Ned, and all smiled reassuringly. Then father Moore turned to June. "My daughter," he said, "come home." Mother and daughter wept 111 each other's arms. CHAPTER 11. " > j ED!" It was a pathetic little V figure which turned appeal- ingly to the scowling young __J man. Her big eyes were full of tears. "It was all a mistake, dear!" She choked back her tears, and there was a tense silence. In which Ned War ner stood with cold eyes and folded arms waiting. "Oh. Xed. can't I make yon see and understand?" And there was a pite ous wistfulness about her. 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