TUESDAY, JUNE 15, 1915.
LA GRANDE EVENING OBSERVER
PAGE TWO.
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' 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.
He Jumped to elude ber, and the water
spilled over a pile of mortgage blanks.
"You little demon!" screamed the
nurse nnd made a clutch for him. Al
most he escaped, but she caught him
by the collar and shook him.
"D n It go to blazes!" yelled the
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