La Grande evening observer. (La Grande, Or.) 1904-1959, June 15, 1915, Image 2

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Newspaper Page TextTUESDAY, JUNE 15, 1915. LA GRANDE EVENING OBSERVER PAGE TWO. juije j ' BY GEORGE RANDOLPH , CHESTER ! AND LILLIAN ' CHE3TWr CaajsrajW. 115. ky Serial PuMlcatSoa Corporaiioa AT SHERRY'S Runs Each Wed nesday and Thursday 3YNOP8IS. June, the bride of Ned Warner, Impul sively leavei her husband on tlielr honey moon because ahe begins to realize tht eiie nuit be entirely dependent on him for money. 8be desires to be Independent - June Is pumued by Gilbert Blye. a wealthy married man. 8ha escapee from bta clutcliea with difficulty. Ned aearchee distractedly (or June, and, learning of Wye's deaivna, vow vengeance on Iclm. After many adventurea June la reacued from river plratea by Durban, an artist, who usea her as a model for "The Spirit of the Murah." Mrs. Durban becomes Jenloua and drlvea June out. She Is kid naped by Blye and Cunningham. June la taken by Blye to the bearding house of Mrs. Russel. 8 he escapes, gets a Job sewing and engages a cheap room in a tenement. FOURTEENTH EPISODE . In the Grip of Poverty. CHAPTER I. mriB cold eyes of tbo dumpy laud lady suddenly wunued. They bud caught the glitter of a dlu uioud. "Walt a minute!" she culled. "I think I'll take a chance ou you, after all." Tbe beautiful young girl swayed lu tbo doorway. Mrs. Waters caught ber by tbe arms, put down the benvy bundle under wblcb tbe girl bad bent and led ber to a chair. "You need a cup of tea," tbe landlady rattled on, and her eyes strayed cor nerwise to the tapering white bund upon wblcb glowed a sparkling soli taire. The girl also wore a bright new wedding ring) . Tbo woman wnddlcd awuy, and June opened the bundle of pants which site bad brought' with her nhdf began to aew. 'Tut 'em up!" tbo bustling Jnndlndy with a neck like a crease cried. She lifted the garment from June' lap and tossed It aside. "You can't make a living sewlnir pants. A pretty girl like ; you ought to get a nice job lu an ollico. Here's a cup of ten I got for you from Mrs. Parsons, and a morning paper 1 got from Mrs. Kedzlo. Drink your tea while I hunt you a job." And ener getically she turned the piipcr Inside out. My goodness! She bad been about to drive away this beautiful young girl! And with that costly diamond ring on ber bund nnd a brand new wedding ring! "I'll lend you cur fare If you want It." - Within two minutes more she bad ber new lodger bundled out of tbe door and on ber way "to bunt n Job." With in two minutes after that n luxurious HtnouHlne bad stopped In front of the new home of the runawny bride. The door opened, and n man with n white mustache sprang out, followed by a dark man with n black Vandyke. They dashed for the entrance, but a noise halted them, The sound came from the buck of the car and was nmdu by a large round lump which clustered around the spare tiro. The lump was the private deteetlvo, Hill Wolf, and the faco which he turned Hldowlxe as the driver of the luxurious limousine ran back to him was covered with dust The driver, a wldo faced Italian, grin ned as bo saw tiint the Involuntarily faithful sleuth was firmly attached to the tire covering by IiIh eravnt. which was entangled In n strap. "Well, why don't you help mo, you big wop?" complained the trapped de tective. "Help you? Surer' Tbe driver Jump ed behind Hill Wolf and kicked hltn with a sound like the beating of a car pet "Scatti!" called the black Vnndyked man, Gilbert Wye. and the grinning Bcattl ran to him. Gilbert Blye pointed up the street Thero tore toward them n family car, on the front sent of which, liesldn the chauffeur, sat a hnudsomo collie, Juno Warner's Itauiicerl The black Van dyked man vhlsirod In the ear of his driver, nnd the gleam of Joy rnino Into the Uullnn's narrow slltted eyes. iteauttful June Warner, more appeal ing than ever In her plain llttlu black dress nnd ber frnelle pallor, entered the . door which was lettered "Kllunbeth flawyer Heal Kstnto and Invost fhents." and found herself In the railed off reception space of n Inrge office which was alive with tho bum of ener getic business. Probably a dor.en other applicants for tho position which June bad coiiio to seek stood In this narrow space, comparing themselves critically with each other, but the timid little newcomer bad but a very short time to endure their calculating scrutiny, for tho door of a private office opened nnd a pleasant faced woman with a lino of I thought in her brow stood there, FT i 1 U nn aiia ranging over ino gins "" of keen judgment, and popped back A thin. Btlff necked younc woman same out and went directly to the beau tiful girl with tbe plain biuck dress. ; "Will you come in?" she Invited with an unexpected agrceuhleuess, and she led tbe wuy Into tho very center of this web of Industry. The family car stopiwd at the curb with a slam, and the collie. Bouncer, was on the ground. From the. car sprang tbe young husband of June Warner, his jaws set and bis fists clinched. Thero followed the stern father and the gentle mother of June, ber bosom friend. Iris Blethering, and Iris' husband. Bobble. : ; "They're In there!" called a, dusty voice. It was the well known and just ly famous private detective. Bill Wolf, still attached to the luxurious llmou-J sine by his strong cravat, but no on beard blin. Tbe party bad rushed Into the dim hallway. June Warner's eyes brightened as she entered tbe private olilce of Elizabeth Sawyer. That pleasant featured wo man sat at a desk piled high with a Ut ter of palters. As she passed tbe desk June saw, standing amid tbe papers, tbe portrait of Elizabeth Sawyer, a tall, good looking man and three handsome children. ' As Ned Warner rushed Impetuously In from tbe street a figure sprang from tbe dim hallway. That figure was Scatti. and. closely pursued by the par ty from the family cur, he tore across tbe big vacant room which occupied the ground floor and darted through a heavy iron door, and tbe pursuers piled In after blm. It was then tbat tbe dark, handsome man with tbe black Vandyke slipped from his concealment beneath the stairway, sped lightly across the abandoned banking room and clanged tbe Iron door, slipping the heavy crossbar Into Its place. His black eyes glowed as be heard the yell of dis may from behind those stanch doors, and be smiled. Bill Wolf at last got bis fingers un- nuinbed enough to open his pocket knife, and with this he sawed off his cravat Just below the knot. He gal loped straight across the street with a strange, sidelong motion and, entering a saloon, slapied a quarter on the bar. "Four beers!" be busked with bis dusty tongue. It was not until he had swallowed tbe third one' that be took his nickel of change and telephoned to Honoris, Blye. A keen eyed man with bushy eye brows came In to see Elizabeth Sawyer as June Warner sat patiently at the window. He put bis hat on the corner of her desk and uubuttoned his smooth. neatly flttiug overcoat "Well, Sirs. Sawyer, how atout It?" he Inquired, putting his bunds on bis knees. Mrs. Sawyer bad been busy sorting papers. "I couldn't think of consolidating," she said crisply, with a shake of ber head. ' "Sorry." The iriuri had laid folded document before her. ' "All right, you the tears sprang Into ner eyes. How she louged for Xed! Dear Ned! Dear Ned was In a small, dim room, lighted by one high window, across which were June's father and mother and Bobble and Iris Blethering, and standing in tbe corner, with his back to the wall, was the wide featured Scatti. . Ned W'urner confronted Scatti. . "You're the man: I want to see your be declared, bis voice trembling with suppressed fury. "Now, I wont some Information, und I'm going to hare it!" Scatti leaned comfortably .into the corner. ; . j "Will you speak, or won't you?" -'Hold on. Nod:" Bobble Blethering hud caught that muscular arm as it was tensely drawn hack. "Let me try this fellow." And little Bobble took the lead with easy assurance. "Now, see here, old man." be said,' "you like money, don't you?" A gleam In tbe little narrow eyes. ' "Now, suppose we start bidding," went on Bobby, pleased with his prog- Mrs. Waters' Tied the Money In a por ner of Her Apron. ress. He extracted a long black pocket book from somewhere inside and open ed it and fluttered tbe canary and or ange colored bills and the pale green ones. 'Say $50, say $100, for just a bit of conversation," soothingly remarked Bobble and separated that amount fluttering It tuntalizlngly before tbe gleaming eyes. Scnttl shifted uneasily in bis corner. "For God's sake, man, can't . you talk?" said stern John Moore. "You know where my daughter Is." Scattl's lines twisted and twitched. and he lowered bis eyes. Tbey all gathered close to blin. Elizabeth Sawyer Was a Pleasant Featured Woman. won't consolidate." And the man's tone was regretful. "You're a Very fine business woman, Mrs. Sawyer, and I don't mind admitting that you've mndo a real competition In our ter ritory. How does tills lden suit you?" He produced another document and spread It before ber. "I hereby agree to sell, assign and transfer tho business conducted under the name of KllzahctU Sawyer to Ed ward Jones for the sum of ." Again she laughed and shook her head. "You see 1 left tho nuiount blank," he lnsluuntcd. "That's the only amount I'd accept lit pivsout," decided the woman. She passed her hnnd for a moment over Ver eyes. "You see, Mr. Jones, I've given so much to make my business a success.' To nmko ber business a success! June Warner glowed with the mere hearing of the words. She felt more encouraged In this room than she had anywhere 4nce she hnd taken her own Impulsive Btep toward Independence. A tall, good looking man came Into the room, the man of the picture on the desk. Mrs. Sawyer's hand had lieen pressed over ber eyes. At the en trnuco of her husband she sprang up with on exclamation of pleasure, lief face glowing, and turned to Mm. Tho ioor little runaway bride -glanced hastily out of the window, and CHAPTER II. N the bare little room upstairs stood the well groomed Orln Cunningham, twirling bis white mustache and counting some money Into the band of dumpy Mrs. Waters. Gilbert Blye stood by, his black eyes glowing. He stroked his black Vandyke with his long, lean white fingers, und he smiled a suave smile as Mrs. Waters, tying tbe money in a corner of her apron, pointed to the bundle of pants In tbe comer; then she moved the narrow wnshstand from In front of a door and inserted a key In the lock. She threw open the door, closed It again and gave tbe key , to Gilbert Blye. Gilbert Blye slipped the key lu his pocket and drew forth a tiny gold watch.- Mrs. Waters, standing beside him, saw In tho lid the portrait of love ly June Warner. She looked up at the j dark, handsome fellow nnd smiled sig nificantly nnd touched the ring finger I of ,hcr left hand and nodded her head j in keen self approbation. Then she j putted the llttlo wad which was knot ted In the corner of her apron. Gilbert I Blye smiled his suave smile and went j Into the hall, where he telephoned to a J vivacious brunette In her ornately dec ; ornted rooms nnd then to n man with ; thick lidded eyes nnd a round hend, on j which the short hnlr bristled. In the office of Elizabeth Sawyer the tall, good looking man snt down, with a smile. Neither he nor bis wife no ticed or thought of the quiet little fig ure in the corner. "Well, Betty, whnt cau I do for you?" asked Sawyer cordially. "Loan me some mouey, narry." ' "I'd rather give It to you," he said. "I couldn't think of It" Mrs. Snwyer reached In ber desk for n block of note blanks. "I shall need Jj.OOO If you can spare It" "Certainly." They both wrote at once, sitting side by sldo at tlie desk, he a check to his wife and she u thirty day note to her husband. "You will get In trouble once in awhile, won't yon, Betty?" laughed the man. She looked nt hltn reproachfully. "You know why." "Yes." He nodded sympathetically lud, patting the hand which lay on the edge of the desk, picked up the photo graph. "The bullies. Hetty, you're a wonder. What man's business could stand such Interruptions?" She smiled fondly at the photograph and tlieu at him, then from her desk drew a small blank book. She turned to n page headed "Bills Payable." There were only two eutrles, olid now sho mude a third. The dates of all three were about two yenrs apart "That setback tn my business was Harry." And with the tip of her pen cil she touched the oldest child In tho Photograph. "Aud this one was Betsy. 'today' note Is the baby. It has taken uic n'yenr to entch up every time. "No business can do . without tbe boss." agreed tbe man. "That applies to everything. Betty. Yon look busy here." "Oh. I forgot to tell you!" she laugh ed. She picked tip the two documents which Edward Jones had insisted on leaving for ber consideration. Her husband read tliciu gravely and passed them buck. "Fluttering." bo smiled. . "Isn't it?" Her eyes brightened. They had seemed rather tired. "Of course the consolidation's absurd, but Jones would pay ine a good price for an out right sale." And she pointed to the line left blank. . "I'll pay you a better, Betty." "Tbe reason I wouldn't sell to either of you is that I want to keep the busi ness. I'm proud of It" "A!" right'" Ho shook hands with her. "A bargain's a bargain." A boy came In. She had rung for him as soon as she hud the check. She indorsed it now und put It in her bank book and gave it to tbe boy. "The nurse Is outside with the chil dren," the boy reported as he turned to go. "That's so." Her brow contracted as she looked ut her memorandum pad. "I gave Mary an appointment Harry was to go to the doctor." "Harry!" The man wag Instantly concerned. "Is there anything the mat ter, with Harry?" , . ' ' "He's so nervous." . Tbe nurse came In, carrying tbe baby and leading a beautiful curly haired lit tle girl, whose face was smeared with chocolate candy. The boy, a fine, hearty little fellow, came stomping In nnd grinned plensnntly nt big father and mother, standing with bis sturdv legs outstretched and bis fists Jammed in bis pockets. "What did the doctor say?" asked Mrs. Sawyer anxiously, and the father leaned forward to listen. "There's nothing the matter with him," reported the nurse, with n toss of her head and she glared vindictively nt the boy. She wns a person with wispy hair, an upturned nose nnd small gray eyes and thin Hps. nnd the Hps had a sharp downward droop at the corners. "The doctor says It's temper." "Temper!" Mrs. Snwyer half raised In her sent and ber eyes flashed with Indignation, but the" father laughed. "That's a matter of training." he ob served. . "Hnrry, come awoy from there. dear!" called the mother. "Aw. go on!" grinned the boy. , "Hnrry 1" The boy grinned engnglngly. . "Harry!" The nurse's voice. It rasped like a saw file, and every one, even the quiet little figure over near the window, winced. "Didn't you hear your father and mother tell yon "to come away from there?" she scream ed, nnd the boy kicked at ber, his face turning scarlet, his lips pouting in an Ugly squure. his brows lowering vi ciously. The curly haired little girl rose out of the corner, where she bad been contentedly playing with a discarded typewriter ribbon, and, toddling over to the nurse, kicked at ber with all her small might; then, her duty per formed, she toddled back to her cor ner. ' "Mary," expostulated Mrs. Snwyer in distress, "you should not jerk tbe child that way.- It only enrages blm." . "He won't mind any other way, Mrs. Sawyer," retorted the nurse, her eyes flashing angrily. "You never see the children or you'd know how bad they arc!" "Betsy!" "Great Scott!" The little frlrl looked np at her fa ther with a radiant smile, but ns he rushed toward her she scrambled to ber feet nnd ran, holding something be hind ber buck. It was an ink bottle. He took It from her, and she scream ed with all the strength of her lungs. The angelic looking mite was a sight to behold. Her face was sticky with brown chocolate caudy, the purple stains from the typewriter ribbon were all over her white dress, aud the blue ink was on her hands. She smear ed some of It on her face and in her curly hnlr as alio cried. 'My, oh, my!" half moaned Mrs. Sawyer. "Why Is it that child Is al ways so mussy?" "Dirt just conies natural to her, Mrs. Sawyer," confidently explained the nurse. Harree!" Her teeth gleamed, and she made a dash for tbe boy. He was swinging on the letterpress again, and the water pan was tilting. vi-y Bobbie Was Thrust Aside. 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