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EIGHT PAGES DAILY EAST OREGONIAN, PENDLETON, OREGON, WEDNESDAY. MAY 19, 1915. PAC.C SEVEN y eoo Otiitlefjiii Create OokjiIjU, 111, tj lutil PeMlcetloa Oorpontio. SYNOPSIS. June, tlx bride of Ned Warner, Impulsively love bar oueband oa their honeymoon because the begina to real Ih that ah nun be entirely dependent on Dim (or money. She dealree to be Independent June la pursued by Gilbert Hlye, a wealthy mimrt man. She escape from bis clutchee with difficulty. Ned searches distractedly tor June, and, leamlns ot Blye's deelina vowe venseance on him. After many adven tures June la reacued from river pirates by Durban, an artist, TWELFTH EPISODE. The Spirit of tbe Marsh. CHAPTER t A STEAM yawl wlib black smoke pouring from ber stovepipe, suddenly atopped It cburn . Ing halfway across New York bay as the prtDClpnl passenger, a long nosed woman trltb high arched brows, recognized through a wab bly Jointed telescope tbe leaders In a procession of Sre speedy motorboat which swept rapidly toward ber. "Turn around, qulckf tbe woman ordered as the Brat motorboitt bora down, and she dashed a cinder from her beady eve. "tiers cornea (lie ruuaway bride!" -I'm turning ber now, ma'am," reported a abort, thick Individual whose round face was ons cousecu-, live smudge. "Don't you bear our engines stopping- There she goes!" screeched llouorla Blye as the long, narrow .steel gray boat flashed past, bearing, besides lu driver, a beautiful young girl In a yacht ing costume, protected as much as possible from the flying spray in the arm of a tall man with a soft felt bat and a loosely knotted cravat. "Why, she Isn't with my husbanuT cried HonorU Blye. "No'm," confessed Bill Wolf, putting a fresh smudge on his round face as tbe cinder laden amoke rolled down; "not now Ills perplexity cleared. He spied the second boat "There be comes!" "Gilbert.1" screamed the woman as the second boat shot by. driven by a heavy man with a round head and thick lidded eyes, and carrying aa Its passenger s dnrk. handsome man with a black Vandyke, whose whole attention was (lied on the beautiful girl in the forward boat "GlIIyT Tbe dark, handsome man paid no attention. "You viperr ahe shrieked; then she whirled to Bill Wolf. "Why don't yoo turn this around and chase them?" "We're turning, ma'am," reported Bill Wolf, look ing amloualy to at the engineer. "Don't yoo bear the engine reversing r The third boat shot past, driven by a white mus lached man In evening clothes. "That's the creature who corrupted my husband!" shrieked Honoris, "lie was with Gilbert the night be took bis trunk awayl Ton beastl" ahe screamed, snd tben she caught sight of tbe occupants In tbe fourth boat, little chauffeur wltb blazing eyes and the tiniest of mustaches nd a stiff woman, who bent eagerly forward. "Tbe maid of the runaway brlder explained tbe Joatly famous detective, BUI Wolf. "Do yoo notice that we're turning now, ma'am T "Ned Warner, the deserted groom!" announced Hotorla Blye as tbe fifth boat darted past Ned held tlnocolars to his eyes, and they were focused alternately on beautiful June Warner In tbe arm of the artist end opon the closely pursuing Gilbert Blye. With bim were a plump and placid small man, who drove with unwelcome creases In bis brow, and a generously plump young woman, who was half hysterical. "We're turned, ma'am," said Bill Wolf, clutching Honoris Blye by the elbow. "Don't you see the Woolworth bulldlfc-jr On tbe dock there stood a watchman who consist ed of an overcoat and cap, and silently, motionless ly boor by boar he looked out towsrd the bay. A swift motorboat, alender pointed, steel gray, dashed up, and from It the artist quickly lifted beautiful June Warner. Tbe overcoat and cap moved not a muscle, but from far off Ned Warner, In the fifth boat of that strange regatta, through his powerful binoculars saw that landing, saw June cling to her newly found protector, ew, from the bend of hie head, that the artist's eyes were filled w'lth appre ciation for tbe beauty of tbe fair little runaway bride. Straight up the dock they ran to the street and balled a passing taxi and whirled away. A keen little racer dashed up, sprsylng the water U glittering tranalucent sheet ss It curved Into the slip. From It sprang the black Vandyked Gil bert Blye in time to see tbe taxlcab whirl away with beautiful June, Through bis powerful binocu lars Ned Warner saw Blye gesticulating with anger, saw the heavy, round beaded Edwards climb clum sily opon the dock and stamp his foot A third boat, a trim, lithe little cutter. From It scrambled the white mustached Orln Cunningham. Through bis powerful binoculars Ned Warner saw Cunningham, too, give way to fit of fury, and Ned finally gritted bis teeth and clinched bis flste as be saw these scoundrelly pursuers of his lovely bride race up the dock. They hulled a passing taxi and whirled away up the street A fourth boat A little French chauffeur with a tiny muetache and a stiff woman with high cheek bones, who bent and unbent painfully as she waa pulled to the dock. . "HeyP Tbe overcoat and cap at last had moved, rapidly, violently. They pounced between Henri and Marie. "You're plncbedl" "Pinched, monsieur? Impossible!" protested Hen ri In astonishment "For what Is it that we are pinched T Behold the boatl we have returned It" Maris started to run away. "Hooray f On his side Henri Jerked and, langh tof gayly, sprinted after Marl Up on the street, la the shelter of a warehouse, stood a touring car, Aa be ran Henri reached In his pec ,or ' yifi i them came pounding the overcoat and cap, , blowing a shrill watchman's whistle through tbe silt In the collar. Tbe fugitives from Justice, easily outdistancing tbe beavy rubber boots, gaiued the car. Wltb a bow which hud in It all the grace and gallantry which could have been displayed bad be used much more time Henri assisted Marie to ber seat He sprang In beside ber. He Inserted bts keyv He pressed the starting button. Sllencel BabI Tbe motor was coldl "You're under arrest!" And an Ironlike middle finger thumped lleurl on the shoulder. "Arrest. M Officer?" cried Henri. "Impossible!" And be gave another viperous twirl of bis crank. "Look, the boat we have"- "Do you know Officer Dowd?" asked Marie. "Dowd?" repeated the solemn policeman, shaking his head "Do you know Officer O'Toole?" And she beamed high np into the solemn iwillceman's face. ' "O'Toole? O'Toole? East aider "Listen. M. Officer, eh?" broke In Henri. Marie had furtively kicked bim on tbe thins. "We took (he boat, yes. but you will comprehend, monsieur" "Get It? He says be took tbe boat!" This was from the cap and the overcoat "Take 'em a long I" rum Wed tbe cap and overcoat "I guess I'll have to take you," the officer said re gretfully "Will you walk or will you ride? It's only up a couple of blocks." . "Walk!" exclaimed Henri In sstonlshment "Nev er!" He rushed to tbe front of-hia car and cranked it Off tbey went to the police station. CHAPTER II. AFDRTIVE eyed butler wltb a young face on the withered and stooped body of an old man admitted tbe runaway bride and ber ' escort Into a magnificent studio bong wttb rare tapestries, embelAshed wltb exquisite paintings, fitted with quaint furniture and objects of art from all over the world. And here June Warner was In troduced by Artist Durban to his wife, a bright eyed woman of great charm. She received June wltb al most gushing cordiality. "The Spirit of tbe Marshes." laughed Durban, and tt was wltb a professional eye that be this time surveyed the beautiful giri. "It was an utterly im possible adventure, my dear." He stood before an elaborately caned Florentine table, while the ladles you're in love with .; sat In the Inglenook, in the flare of X.i gnrsfcl Ore. His eyes still glowed with the excitement of the morning, and be laughed, "First time I've bsd a chance to use tlie revolvers you make me carry wben I go out for tbe marsh sunrise. 1 waa busy sketching, trying to catch that wonderful scarlet of the sun snd the mist you know, my dear wben suddenly I heard a piercing scream. It could come but from one direction tbe but Immense I A real adventure! I folded my easel, drew my revolvers and told Jimmy to push through tbe reeds for life or death. Before we could reach tbe but there were shrieks upon shrieks In ayoung girl's voice, tben shots, one after another. Wonderful!" He shook back his dark balr and laughed, and bis wife paled. June trembled and grew faint wltb tbe memory of it, and her eyea distended with a recurrence of her terror. "As we burst through the tall marsh rushes I saw on the Island this beautiful creature held by a gigantic murderer. A woman wltb a beautiful silk shawl over ber rough clothing waa running toward the hut Another murderous thief was lying on ground, Down the channel from tbe open water there came two speed boats, one driven by a man with a mustache. In evening clothes and a silk hat, and tbe other, driven by a round beaded man, car ried a dark, handsome fellow with a black Vandyke, who stood up, shooting two revolvers. I fired in tbe sir. The gigantic murderer dropped this beautiful creature, snd she ran shrieking to my boat" "You poor jjearl" The artist's wife was Instantly contrite. "You must be tired and cold and half fam ished and frightened to death. And you're ail wet!" She raised June by the hand "The Spirit of tbe Marsh," mused the artist, study ing June critically. e e a In a richly furnished office which contained no bint of business except for Its telephone and the long rows of push buttons sat 'Gilbert Blye snd Orln Cunningham and T. J. Edwards In earnest con ference, Cunningham still In bis evening clothes, Edwards still with his pajamas buttoned Inside bis coat and the carpet slippers on bis feet Button after button tbe black Vandyked man pushed, and one after another silent stealthily moving, noncom munlcatlve men came In and wltb grave faces re ceived their Instructions snd departed. Henri and Marie stood In front of a mottle faced desk sergeant with a sausage-like red mustache, "Tour names," he demanded. "Vollal" agreeably returned Henri. "I am ugh P And he lifted bis foot sharply. Marie had kicked bim on the shins. "He Is Jules Lefon," anapped Marie. "Nonl Nont Non! Non!" Indignantly objected Henri, and there ensued a vigorous argument if V V V,- i juiri . TfT-a M i tun isi in mraniSTiii mmiwn iiinin n mmm 'a7 I "And I sm Rose Helper." calmly finished Marie. "What's tbe c burner asked the dek sergeant "Swiping s boat" This hoarse inroruiation came from tbe overcoat and cap. "1 don't know about the Frenchman," whispered the phenomenally long policeman In the sergeant's red ear, "but the girl seems to be all right She knows Officer Dowd. on the east side, and Moran and O'Toole and that bunch." "Ob!" The information seemed to have some weight Tbe officer raised heavily from his wide chulr and waddled through tbe door Just back of him. He was gone long, silent minutes, but when be came back bis trow was knotted Into what seemed permaneut corrugations "So you're a friend of Dowd snd Moron and O'Toole snd that bnncb!" be thundered at the luckless Marie. "Well. I tele phoned 'em all. and not a one of em knows any Hose Hesper! Lock 'em npT "But, monsieur, it is all a mistaken cried the pseudo Jules Lefon "Mademoiselle Is no" Crack! That kick on the shin was distinctly audi ble throughout the little room, but It hud Its effect Henri at last had the hint mid- he shut his Hps tightly together beneath his tiny mustache as he and Marie, to the Iniense gratification of the over coat and cap, were led away and locked In their respective cells In the duluty rose and white drawing room which Ned and June Warner had fitted op to be their nest Ned sat In consultation wltb June's father and mother and Bobble Blethering and June's bosom friend, Iris, and the three detectives. On tbe floor by Mrs. Moore's feet lay June's handsiame collie. Bouncer, but at tbe first mention of bis mistress' name be was up and barking loudly. I ft v J UWTl "K i ' JUNE, HALF CRAZED, SLIPPED OUT OF THE HOUSE A DEED TO THIS HOUSE, SHE CR1B.0 "Your wife's dog?" said the chief of Ned's detec tive force, and Ned nodded. "We'll take him." a see How cheerful was tbe blazing fire as June reclined in tbe Inglenook, a cup of hot coffee in s taboret by hec side and a comfortable drowsiuess stealing over l)er! She did not know how pretty she was In the filmy negligee, but Bennett and Vivian Durban did as they sat at the little studio table, which was tbelr favorite breakfast place, and turned pleased eyes upon their beautiful guest A butler hronght In the mall to the Purbans as they finished their breakfast Durbao walked out toward the garden. He seemed anxious to conceal something. His wife followed. Durban opened a long envelope with an expectant smile and took from It a folded document "My dear," his voice vibrated wltb pleasure, "can't keep my secret Tomorrow Is the fourth anniver sary of our wedding, and here Is my gift In com memoration of that happy event" Her eyes shining, the woman took the document and opened tt "A deed to this housel" she cried. "And all that It contains," laughed ber husband; "everything, Including myself." There was an exclamation of delight The woman kissed bim again and again and called bim a dear boy and a good boy and the best husband In the world. June, who had awakened and followed tbem, drew back, so they would not know that she had heard, but she was glad for once to ban been tn unwitting eavesdropper, glad to bare bared la this Joyous moment ,i . m -hi CHAPTER lit DOWN at tbe duck Ned Warnefa detectives appeared, snd Bouncer, picking op tbe trail at tbe landing, ran excitedly ap to tbe street at tbe point where June and Bennett Durban bad taken tbe tail Bouncer be gan to go round snd round In widening circles, whin ing, his nose close to the ground. The trail waa lost, as they had known that trail would be, and from here the detectives scattered, seeking every where in their own method for a clew to the where abouts of the runaway bride. As they left tbe vi cinity a rowboat pulled slowly np to the dock, drag ging behind It a steam yawl with frosty mist on its stovepipe, and a very much begrimed lady wltb a long uose and high arched brows landed and went away without a word, pausing only to cast a look of withering scorn at the well known and Justly fa mous prlvwe detective. Bill Wolf That short, thick luiliviiliial. wltb much puffing exertion, scrambled up and reuewed tbe smudge on bis face with a rouiry motion of bis sleeve and damned profusely; tbeu he, too. stomiied away. Blye and Edwards and Cunningham In a luxurious limousine stopped at a bouse, where they were ushered Into a gay parlor, where half a dozen hand somely gowned young women crowded around them wltb hilarious greetings. A large blond woman came in to greet the callers, and to her Blye showed the picture In the watch. She laughed and nodded ber head Gilbert Blye gravely left Mrs. Russet's bouse In tbe bigh ceilinged studio June quietly watched Bennett Durban walking about with a perplexed air. "I can't find my brushes, V'lvl," be blurted as his wife came la "It will be the easiest thing In the world from sow on, Bensttt" she Informed him and showed bim the box at the side of tbe big easel He stared at tor in surprise. "Good kcherfj." he granted, looking down at the brushes, and tfcsn be laughed. "However, I suppose l",-: have then: scattered all over tbe place again by tomorrow." "Oh. no. Bennett," she returned. "I'd rather you'd keep them here, please, I don't like my bouse all Cluttered up." "I don't believe I can paint If I don't have to find my favorite brush behind something or other," be JUNE AS THE SPIZIT OF THE MARSH confessed. "Why, where's my good old chaise lounge?" "1 bad It taken out It was so very disreputable." Mrs. Durban was studying tbe room with baughty severity. "1 want my bouse to represent me." Tbe young butler came In, dragging a tall step ladder. "What are you going to do, Oscar?' Inquired Dur ban sharply. "I am to remove these tapestries, sir," he report ed, setting bis ladder up by the side of one of them, "The dickens yon are!" exclaimed Durban In sur prise "Get oof" "It was av? - orders, air." "Ob!" Dun h ked at bis wife slowly. "You may take iliem down, Oscar," said Mrs. Dur ban quietly, and boib the artist and his wire were silent while the tapestries were removed. "Vlvl, I don't understand," puzzled her bnsband. "I don't see why you'd remove Important things without consulting me." And be glanced at June, who bad returned to the house to resume ber nap. Her eyes were closed, although she was not sleeping. The woman's cbln went np. "Bennett, dear, this Is my bouse." "Oh. yes, yes, to be sure!" He walked very quiet ly back to bis big canvas and studied it for a long time without seeing It at all June was not only shocked, but filled with com passion. She understood as the man could not the reason for tbe astounding change In tbe woman. Tbe sudden acquisition of property had transformed her entire nature, had given her a dtay haughti ness, had twisted ber view until she placed an utter ly false valuation upon herself and upon everything around her. Money again! Always money I Officer Dowd walked Into the police station Just ss the desk sergeant with the sausage shaped red mustache gave way to one with a blue eye i-ili blue chin, and the new Incumbent greeted Officer Dowd with effusive cordiality. "What's bringing oa Into my district! Or are yon off duty?" "Dan, you got a girl here by tbe name ot Rose Hesper that claims to know me, and I Just dropped In to mug her." ' "Xou can look them all over If you've time," grant ed tbe sergeant and Dowd walked back Into the cell room. "Rose Hesper's In cell 8." "Why, hello, Marlel" exclaimed Dowd. "What yoa In for?" Marie looked tip with a Jerk. "There's a lit tie friend of mine here, too," she ex plained. "It wus all a mistake. I'n ta aa awful hurry T "Waft a minute." And Officer Dowd stalked Ofll to tbe desk. "Well. Dan, you got the wrong par ties," be announced. "What's against my friend1, Rose Hesperr "Copping a motorboat but night" said the ser geant, looking at the blotter. "Wrong party," returned Dowd promptly. , "1 was) with Rose Hesper myself last night, her snd hmf little friend, and we didn't leave the cafe till nearly- daybreak." Tbe sergeant made an entry on the blotter. "I'll tell that dock watchman It's an alibi" "Will be stand for It?" Dowd asked. "If be don't we'll push him off the dock," calmly stated the sergeant "Joe, bring out S snd 17." Five was out first and displayed ber friendly gnma, "Where's your little frfendT asked Officer Dowd, waiting and glancing past a dejected looking Utt!e chauffeur wltb a tiny mustache who came through) the cell room door. "That's bim," and Marie Introduced Henri, The big policeman and the little chauffeur glared at each other a moment, while the cheek bones of Marie gTew red wltb pleasure. Henri looked about bim wistfully. "Ism happy that I have met you, M. Dowd." He bowed politely. "Now we go, Mile. Marie," Marie displayed ber friendly smile to Henri and then to OtDcer Dowd. "Won't you come wltb os?" she inquired. "You'll come with me!" he blurted and grabbed her by the arm. Bill Wolf called np nonorla Blye. "Got blmr be triumphantly yelled. "Say, listen. I Just done a fine piece of work. I sleuthed the oth er party's detectives. They got the girl's dog, sndl they've spotted your husband's limousine. Join me in front of tbe Blakely building, and I'll lead yoo to them." At the same moment Ned's detectives were tele phoning the same information to the anxious group in the Warner apartments. "Didn't I tell you we'd find a clew?" exclaimed irto Blethering snd sobbed to relieve ber feelings. The little runaway bride was a picture which wonld have held the eye of any artist as she lay asleep In the Inglenook with tbe flare of the flames dancing about ber. The filmy negligee bad slipped! from one smooth, round shoulder and ber pretty bead, with tbe wavy hair rippling back from bar brow, rested opon a tapering white arm. She sud denly awoke under Durban's Intense gaze and. Busk ing, nastily drew the negligee In place "You've spoiled It!" cried Durban. "My Spirit of the Marsh! Come here"' He caught ber hand and raised ber. He led ber, bewildered, before the big canvas, where, crudely indicated by a few rough strokes of the crayon, the "Spirit of tbe Marsh" hovered oe ber domain. "You must be my model T he excitedly Informed her. "I will pay you any price you wish. Here l- some money In advance." And, Jerking a wnd of loose bills from bis pocket, he thrust tbem In her hand. "Now stand here." ne was so quick, so en ergetic, so fired with Impatient fervor, that June bad no time to think, mucb less protest He half led, half pulled, ber on the small dais which be hastily shoved Into position. He caught up s sharp knife. It would not do. He ran to a workbnskc In the alcove and brought back a long pair of nhcir-. and wltb one clip slit the filmy negligee at iu sboulder. , At that moment the portieres opposite the Mt canvas opened far enough to reveal the dark, bum! some face of the black Vandyked Gilbert Blye. Toward tbe Durban bouse there dashed two sutn mobiles, tbe electric of Honorta Blye and the Moore family car, with the parents and husband of Jane and ber bosom friend. Iris Blethering, and Bobble. Marie and Officer Dowd were suddenly Interrupted In tbelr leisurely stroll by a loud yelp, and a while and brown streak threw itself against Marte Bouncer! He barked; be circled; he ran np the street a little way, ran back and darted off again. "Miss Junle!" cried Marie, and, clutching Office Dowd by tbe sleeve, she ran up tbe street after th dog. Vivian Durban, her chin tilted, her face sereuet her step deliberate snd leisurely, came Into her studio. Whatever she had been about to say froze on ber lips as she saw the tableau before the can vas. Tbe exquisitely molded runaway bride, draped like the Spirit of the Marsh, stood upon the dais. "Oh!" The word was a shriek. Vivian Durban rushed down the length of the studio, towering with) rage. "So that's it!" she cried. "That's why yoo brought this creature here."' "VivlP protested the artist "Out of my house!" the woman screamed at Junev her fingers working convulsively. "Out of my house) this minute!" And she started toward the fright ened June. "Here!" Bennett Durban canght his wife's arm and held ber back. She stopped, and slowly her chin went up. She turned on him coldly. y "Either that creature leaves-goes Instantly or you go! This Is my house!" With a low cry June had darted across the studliv clasping her gauzy draperies about her as best si r could. In the hall she turned to dart up tbe stair-, wheie her clothes had been left "Out of my house!" sternly called the woman, an as June stopped, bewildered, half crazed, the from door was opened by the smirking but'er. whose fur tlve eye leered at her. Faint, dazed, scarce knowing what she did, June, draped as the Spirit of the Marsh, slipped out of It bouse and into the street Tbe artist and his w ife went to the porch sn t watched the girl flutter away. The woman turnel to Durban. "You're in love with her," she snapped. Around the corner, two blocks away, tore the Moore car, with Ned Warner peering Intently abtadi From the opposite direction came Honoris Blea electric In front of the Durban door stood a luxu rious limousine with the black shades drawa, UU bert Blye'sl As June dashed down the steps the door of ta car opeaed, and tbe white mustacbed Orln Cunnlatf ham sprang out snd caught Juns by the wrist An other flgure sped from the Durban door, close upea the beautiful Spirit of tbe Marsh, It wss Gilbert Blye, and he held outstretched a voluminous black cloak. (TO SS CCVTI.TCtD. i
