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"WEDNESDAY, APRIL 14, 1915. - LA GRANDE EVENING OBSERVER page Timi: v i Af ML, a Summer girl a Summer day a cool and comfy ; Royal 7alored'to Order Summer Juits $6to$35 THADK MARK REGISTERED GEIBEVS Authorized Dealer s BY GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER AND LILLIAN sCHESTEK Copyright, 1915, by Serial Publication ' Corporation ! ATilSHERRY'S iRuns Each Wed nesday and Thursday fjrri.V llje inn i ; i .Mi'.' O li-i'fe j !,:. !!:' r (Iriiilv wnllicil it il "VIT '" ' " ! ' i ' l"l!tely i 1 1 in hi'1!' Mnrle ;u ' Hie slrivi., vlili lier f.ii it y iiurl.i-l Imskel. . Two ;liloi !;s n;i OliU-iT Dowd i iirried lier -basket two blocks off bis hent lo -Niore Officer Keriinn held up tlitinf tie both ways while she described the chicken potpic she intended to make for dinner. All this was, llrst, because the Widow O'Keefe's husband had been the most popular mau on the force and, second, because Marie, plain -of feature though she was, had found in herself an unexpected knack for pleasing policemen. In the market June's maid, compan ion and protector wandered from stall to.Jrtall, selectiiig her tiny purchases of fruit and vegetables. She wag Just deciding on the tremendously Impor tant selection of the chicken itself .when suddenly an avalanche of flam-, tog color fell upon ber and a voice cried: "Ton, Marie? Wha'a Miss Junle? I ay, wba'a Miss Junle?" ' 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!" she declared. "Too don't know me!" Aunt Debby wheeled, ber broad bosom jumping up and down, "tou say you don't know met Ain't I Debby? Ain't you Ma rie?" - " Marie with a sudden Jerk freed her self from that earnest grasp and would have been far down the street had it not been for tbe thickening crowd. -Aunt Debby, plunging forward with I unbelierable agility, threw both arms round her. ' "Wbafa. the matter beret" Tbe gruff voice of a big policeman. "I want that woman took In charger panted Aunt Dvbby, tiud aba rolled ber eyes.' ' "Ob. you do!"" KM tbe officer of tbe law turned on Marie an eye which was perfectly ready to ' bo ausplcloua lu spite of It dUlnelluatiou. "Wbnt'a tbe obarge?" . . Tbe voice of Aunt Debby rose shrilly triumphant: "She done stole ruy pocket book!" It was Marie's turn to look astounded. "Oh, she did! When? Here In the market?" ';'. . -' "las, air, sho did. JJIght up bynb at the chicken stand!" , "Well, what's that on your arm?" And Aunt Debby's eyes dropped ns she saw tbe stern gaze of the policeman fixed on tbe rusty old band bag whlcb While 8h Described the Chicken Pot- P'e. ...'..'., gripped her thick forearm. She had forgotten that detail in ber planning. "Open it up," ordered the officer, who opened it himself. It had bills and silver lu It. Aunt Debby's reading spec tacles and her farslghted ones, some peppermint lozenges, brunette - face powder and a tea biscuit, "Woll-well-well!" gulped Aunt Deb by. her eyes batting. "She done stolo my other pocketbook!" "That's enough!" growled the officer. "No nesro ever had two,'.pocketbopks What have you got to say, miss?" And lie was quile respectful to Marie. "' "I don't know her, Mr. Officer,?!, smiled Mario. . "You, Mwle," screamed Aunt Deb by, "you say you don't know me?" "Go on about your business," or dcred tbe 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 majesty of the law asserted itself. "Hey, Billy! Call the wagon!" it yelled. "Please don't arrest ; her!" begged Marie. She was too late; the wagon had been called. ' " "Sorry, miss," said the 'officer who had first interfered, "but this party went too far." , And he turned to help toss tbe culprit In. "Oh. Mr. Dowd!" ' The voice of Ma rie was suddenly bright uud care free. The three policemen who had been assisting Aunt Debby turned quickly as Officer Dowd pushed smilingly through tbe crowd to the side of Ma rie. . . "What's the trouble?" he Inquired. Marie whispered her explanation. "Let the 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. Slowly she "waddled to the chicken market, where sho found her basket I intact in the Stall of the poultryman, j and -slowly she walked up a block to ' the adjacent avenue, where stood the j Moore limousine. , "Jerry," she called as she climbed breathlessly to her seat by the driver, "I done seed Marie! And whah she goes Miss Junle is!" The car was already started. "Where?" asked Jerry, all quivering eagerneis. 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 idea's today,- said: "Mtstab Nedr To Ned's they drove, and within five minutes after Aunt Debby's excited re port Ned Warner and John Moore and three long aud lanky detectives were beaded for the market, with Jerry and Aunt Debby up In front. At that point tbey scattered, and It was Ned whose inquiries after Marie led ail the way to Officer Dowd. CHAPTER III. S HEAVY Jawed, firm mouthed, square headed and level eyed man stopped at the door of 48 Klngsley court and rang the bell with a vigorous jerk. r ..: - 1 ...... s V- v "Mr. rerry," be anuouueed bluntly. -"Yea, air," replied the Impudent o girl, by no means abashed, and she threw open tbe parlor door. "Right in here." She grinned as she switched on tbe lights for blm and saw that be wus oppressed by tiro fact of the drawn curtaius. Tbe yellow haired woman found ffltu standing solidly In the center of the room, facing tbe door. ; "Where Is my wife?" be loudly de manded. ... 'Don't bark at me!" snapped the yel low balrcd woman. Tbe man abated none of Its Intensity As he repeated his deniaud. : "In a minute." The yellow haired woman was quite calm aud collected. "I don't mind turning over a parlor to settlo a domestic scrap, but I want my bill settled Brat. Eight-nfty." . "How do I know that sho is guilty of gambling? How do I know that she la bey?" ,":' . ; The woman's Hp curled. "Want to see ber with the goods? Well, Jackson, If you'll promise to be haye I'll show her, to you through, peephole." " The man's lists clinched convulsively. "You'd better pass over my eight-fifty first." said the yellow haired wo man, . "Just a miuute, 'please." A sweet voice, low, gentle, cultured wr such voice as the man had expected to hear In this place. Ho was equally impress ed when he turned aud saw the beau tiful young girl who bad 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. "1 stayed in tills house tor no other reason than to see Mr. Perry," an nounced June, with no trace of timidi ty about her. . .' t ''What do you know about this?" "Mrs. Perry is In deep trouble and needs your help." "She had no reason to be lu trouble. I give my wife tin ample allowance." The man turned from June. "You give it." Xcross June's mind there tiaslied again the whole of her own vital problem that ivhutever the wife has must come from tlio husband In the nature of charity. Stic saw her self again as the piteous little beggar before Ned. whom she loved, and sho saw Mrs. Perry in that same attitude before this stern husbftnd. "What right have you to call it u gift?" The man stopped and turned to June with a puzzled brow. She had set astir In him a new thought. 'This 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 bus 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 pay, I'll bet this tioor little wife of; yours nrat got into, troume tnrougn losloft 12 in a friendly penny auction game, and. she's been trying to over take It ever since." A geutle hand was laid on the man's arm. ; "You will help her?" The low, sweet voice was full of more than appeal; it was full of trust and confidence. ' There was a slight couvulsive heav ing of Perry's shoulders, but that was all. He drew out a pocketbook and counted some money luto the yellow haired woman's band. . "Now. bring Gwen to me," he snld, and bis voice had no harshness, bis eyes no sternness, his smile no bitter ness. With moist eyes June hurried from the room. She was glad that she had stayed, here, glad that she had come, very glad indeed, but now she was in She 8aw the Dark, Black Vandyked Fao 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, Peachie," sbe ap proved, "but remember this, the fixer gets the blisters." . June was putting on ber hat and cdfet when Mrs. Perry wonderlngly fol lowed the yellow haired woman through tbe ball. It was yellow head's regular plan of campaign to confront people without previous explanation. It saved wear and tear on tbe nerves. A moment later there was a shriek, and as June came to the door Mrs. Perry, her eyes wild and her hair fly ing, came rushing back through tbe hall. She had gone only as far as tbe parlor door and at the first sight of her husband bad run, overwhelmed wltb unreasoning terror. Back luto the sa lon Mrs. Perry fled and to her place next tbo dealer. With snakellke swift ness she Jerked open tbe money draw er beneath tbo dealer's card box and snatched from it tbe sblniug revolver which she bad so often seeu there. There was an Instant's commotion, shrieks of fright, an overturning of chairs, as with n wild cry tbo woman swiftly raised the revolver to her tem ple. Before she could press tbe trig ger, however, June's strong young arm bad thrown up the woman's wrist, and the bullet whlcb would have ended Mrs. Perry's life went luto the ceiling. Jacksou Perry came bursting through the door and found June In tbe midst of the paudemonium. with the limp Mrs. Perry in her arms. 'Gwen!" cried tbo mau. and the call came from his heart, 'ilo had feared that sho was dead, but she opened ber eyes as he took her iu bis arms, and there In the midst of that frantic com motion their Hps met In the kiss of a new betrothal. . . . The yellow haired woman had wait ed only to see Perry clasp his wife lu bis arms; then, leaving wido tbe salon door, she rushed toward tbe basemont door. . ...... "Heady with that fire?" she yelled. ' , "It's ready, all right," replied the page girl, bursting out of tbe base ment door, and with her came u tre mendous cloud of smoke. It poured into the hall and into tbo snlon. . Tbe page girl was choking Ht It. "They foozled the first one, and tho boss has been fighting ever since, trying to keep the shack from Iiurnlng down." . Jutie rushed out throngh the hull. "Not that way!" called the page girl. 'The cops are at the door: -Walt for the firemen!" . Tbe 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 ouly way to foil n 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! .. "Tills way!" culled the. yellow haired woman and with n Jerk of a tasseled curtain cord drew aside Hie groat yel low. 'hangings of the salon windows, which ran to the floor. The terrified women threw open tho windows in au Instant and were out on the latticed balcony, down the steps and through the yard to the walled park froutiiifr on the other side. As June sped nway she heard the clang of the fire engines and the hoarse Bhouts of the gathering crowd in front of 48 Klngsley court. Blye had dashed after her, but ho reached the street only iu time to see igf . boarding a downtown ear. He caiight the next one. . All unconscious that she was pur sued apd grown careless by hor three days of safety in tho Widow O'Keefe's thoroughly protected house, June RlUhted at her usual corner und hur ried down the cross street. At an ir regular corner, where half a - dozen dingy streets and alleys plunged to gether uud, apparently dizzied by the impact, wandered nugularly and aim lessly off, Juno met ou a narrow cross ing a being fairly Jiggling wltb alco-- hol. Her neart popped into uer turoui, and she was about to turn back, for she would nave died rather than to have brushed clothes with the object, when the creature, catching sight of her, Immediately Btepped far over into tho mud, Jerked off his battered cap and with It made a courtesy so sweep ing that he was unable to rise up for five minutes afterward. i That was enough for one duy, and June ran down the street, past tbe lit tle fountain, into the sanctunry of tho Widow O'Keefe's bouse, up the two flights of stairs and dropped into the wicker chair. "Slippers," was all she said. . Mario was pn her knees lu nn In stant, showing every gum. "Aunt Debby!" sho cried, and from then ou until long after the wonder ful chicken potple had been consumed the conversation flowed wllh never an ebb. " ' It was good to have found a refuge like this. It seemed far, far away from the New York which theso two knew, and It was as if no one could ever And 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 astoulshed to havo his particularly Insistent questioner stop abruptly in tbe middle of a sen tence and go dashing madly after u street car. In half a block the young man gave up that absurd chase. The traffic thickened Just beyood, 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 was a girl on your car wear ing a fur cap with a green tassel!" breathlessly said Ned to the condnctor. "Bet your life." "Where did she leave your car?" "On the truck." Ned Mropped off the car, left to his own logic. June bad alighted some where within these, last two blocks. One going farther west would in all probability hnve taken n 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 it girl wearing a fm (Continued on Pace 6.) EL GRILSTOVO $5 A NEW PRODUCT OF THE HOT POINT ELECTRIC HEATING COM PANY, USES 600 WATTS, CAN BE USED TO BOIL, FRY, BROIL, TOAST, ETC. CALL AT OUR OF FICE AND SEE THIS APPLIANCE IT IS JUST WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR. 1 Eastern Oregon Light & Power Company x Telephone us your order, then cease to worry. - Be as sured' you wili receive just as good a piece of meat as though you called in person. 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