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Runaway une
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By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER and LILLIAN CHESTER
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C°wrUI- lois. by sam Pubilwiee Corporation
By special arrangement for this paper
a photo-drama corresponding to the in- stallments of “Runaway Juno" may now be seen at the leading moving pic- ture theaters. By arrangement made with the Mutual Film corporation it is not only possible to read "Runaway June” each week, but also afterward to een moving- pictures illustrating our story.
SYNOPSIS.
Junt. the bride of Ned Warner, impul-
Klvcly leaves her liushaiid on tl.cir honey- moon because she begins to realize that She must be entirely dt-pei.-lent oil iilm for money. She darn-s to he independent.
June is pursued by Gilbert lilye, it
wealthy married man. She escapes from his clutches with ditficuliy. _\'ed searches distractediy (or June, and, learning of Bl)'e'u designs. vo'-'rs ver:g==.'.lnci: on iilrii After many a-.lverxures June is rescued from river pirates by Durban, :in artist. who uses her as a model for "'i`L‘ie Spirit of the Marsh." Mrs. Durban becomes jealous and drives June out. She is kid- napcd by Eiym and Curinirigham
June ts taken by lllye to the boarding
house of Mrs Russel. She escapes, gets l job sewing and t~ng:ii;i<s a cheap room iri a tenement.. The failure of another womans :Attempt to be independent und l home maker opens June`s eyes. Iiiyc Gnd: June in the tenement.
FlFlEENTli EPISODE. “At MSL My Level"
CHAPTER i.
T the moment that Illye met
June _\'ed Wiimer was spring- ing up the stalls. his jaws set and his tisis clinciied.
it was thus that .\`t-tl Wiirner had.
after nil his v-cary pursuit, found big bride-in thc presence of Gilbert illyel Behind Ned came thc i’unaway June \Varner's stern faccd fiitiicr :ind gen- tle faced mother; came iris Blcthcring, June's bosom friend; liobbie Biother- lng, husband of iris; crime Marie. June's high clicclt boned maid, with her friend and :idmirt-r, Oilii-or Dowd; came Int old liliick Aunt Debby, piiiit- lng and out of breath and slirleking for her Miss Junic; mime tlltit hand- some and cticl';;oiic collic, Bouncer, leaping and barking niid encouraging the excitement with all his canine. might.
For only ati instant Ned Warner
Blood nonplii,~'od l»ci’<ii'o the door of the room; thc-ii lic scizcil ft chair, and, ntrlding to ilic door. he swung the chair, while the otliurs of the little throng, which Iizid pilcil in after him, foil brick.
Bcyuiiil the door tim (lurk. imniisome
lnau with the hiatl; Vaiidylic had led
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“The viper!" hissed Honoria Blye.
the beautiful little runaway bride to e heavy man with thick lldded eyes and a round iieud bristllng with short hslr. He sat in u choir, and in his hands was money. Ho rose as June was led up to him, and into her hands he thrust ilio money. Then he elled ilt her, while Gilbert Blye stepped back. leuvely smiling and stroking his black Vnndyke with his long, lean white lingers.
June ehrnulr from the fat hands
which were about to be clasped upon ber shoulders and from that wide. thick simile upon the face of the heavy Ilan and. laughing nervously. turned to Gilbert Biye. who bent his dark. handsome heed shove her and spoka-
_ since you left me!" eavagely charged
and through it burst the wild eyed Ned Warner, his jaw set and his liaul clinched. For a second he stood be- wildered by the strange light which Hooded this large room: then. with an oath. he sprung for the black Yun- dyked man. He clutched his lingers around the throat and. with ii iuiviige roar. bore Gilbert Blyo to the tloor. The runaway bride uttered shriek aft' er shriek.
At the door downstairs tlicro .si-ippod
nn electric coupe. iirlven by a sharp featured woman with a long nose and high arched brows. She jumped out. and from the dim hallway there came is short, thick man with a short. thick stub of a cigar in one corner of his
iris and Father and Mother Moore Bent Forward Eagerly.
mouth. it was the well known and justly famous pririite detective, Bill Wolf.
"G ot him. .\irs. Blye!" he triumpliant-
ly biiske<L "Your Liilsbnlid is rght up- stairs-witli the girl!"
"The viper!" liiss-cd Ilonoria Blye and
dnslicd into the dilu hallway.
Bill Wolf caught lier as she started
up the stairs.
".\'ot so fast, mndaml" he called and
laid lioid of her arm. "This way. please."
"But my husband! The girl, June!" "'I`hcy'i‘e lici-c all right, and they
can’t get :i\'.'n_v. IIci'e`s your pictures. iii:i':im, :ind licre`s your bill."
llc banded hcl' il large roll of paper
and two photographs, one of Gilbert Iilye and unc of June Wzirner.
L`pstnirs there was a scene of wild
confusion. The runaway bride. her iiiotlier, iris Blethcring niid the \'l\':i- cious 'l`otniii_v Tliouiiis were screaming in hysteria. wliile tiic hcavy man with the thick i-yolitls ani] the iiiiiii with the white luustziclie :intl Bobbie Bictllcrliig :ind half ii dozen other iucn rushed upon thc tlci‘cel_v strtiggling mon on the floor.
“My husband!" shrieked .iune. "My
husband!" And she riin around iiiiil around the cxciicd pack of scraiubliiig iiicii, followed by the leaping, barking ilouuccr.
into this tumultuous scene ihcre
rushed Miiriu and Otliccr Dowd and 1':-_t old black Aunt Ileliby just tis Bob liic by iuziiii strciigtli dragged fi'om Gilbert Blyc thc iniiddcued assailant who had sprung upoii him.
Gilbert Iilye rose feeling of his throat,
and for a inoiiient lic cuiiieinplatcd Ned \\':ii~ncr with dazed bc-wilderment: their :1 iliisli ni' anger cziiue into his cheeks. and his liitlck cyos biuzcti
"Lot him go!" he yelled, and, thrusb
ing the heavy Edwards out of his way, he inndc n mad rush for the man who had attempted to strangle-him.
It was huge Oiiiccr Dowd who this
time jumped in between the two furl- ous cotubatnnts and. with the uid of half n dozen young iiien, prevented the desperate encounter which would have ensued.
“lily husband!" sobbed June and tried
to throw herself upon him, but he tum- ed from her. "_\’edl Mr. Blyel"
A hand \vas inid upon Ned's arm-
Iris Bicilierlngfs. She had forced her way through thc excited throng.
"Why, Nod!" she called, shaking his
arm iind looking at the cyes from which the light of reason seemed to have tied. "Ned, listen to me. It’s Irlsi Don‘t you see? This is n motion picture studio!"
They till had to repent it again and
again before they could teach his dazed lniclligencc. Ile had seen but two ob- jects in nil this huge room, crowded with its moving picture machines, lin properties. its scenery. its banks of strange lights, and those two pbjects had been his runaway bride and Gil- bert Blye.
June! Sho stood now supported by
her father niid mother, licr large. lus- trous eyes turned :ippeiilingly on Ned, waiting thc moment when she dnrcd approach liliii iigiiiu.
“l)on't you understnnd. Ned?" she
frnntlcnlly cried. "\Voii‘t you under- stand? It‘s ii motion picture piiiyi”
Slowly he tiiriznd his glassy eyes in
,her direction. He comprehended at | last, hut there was no softening in hia face. for there still stood the dark, handsome Gilbert Blye. Ned mude I eudilcn liiiiite for his enemy. but Oillcei' Dowd. watching him narrowly, stopped him.
“You have been with tlint man ever
Ned. turning suddenly toward the trembling June and lhnliing his finger lt her.
in the abandoned bunk room below
Bill Wolf stood near it dusty window
I C Y V I V
“Go over me list. uia'iim. iii-ui by
item," wutidcutly Invited il.. niilhtul detective. "You‘li iiiid tiicln correct And liere‘e n check~ou your own bank ull ready and lnmlc out for .\'uu to sign. und bere`s ii foiiutillii pen. i.uri'iiul." _
Hoiioriii Biyc took the long list and
bcgnu tu check it off. ltelu by item.
iii the studio above ii score of ludig-
uuut eyes turned ou .\`ed \\'ui'ucr. :ind there was it loud chorus of protest us benpolutcxl uccuieiugly at his isiihiippy ruuaivuy bride.
"What do you menu?" demanded the
cold. stern voice of Gilbert Blye. and he udvanceil. his black eyes glowing, “This girl has done uo'wroug!" They all talked at once, and they ull
talked iudignnutly at Nod Warner- Tominy Thomas, the white mustachcd Orin Cunningham. the round headcd Edwards, Marie. Odicer Dowd. Bob- ble and Iris Blctlleriug and iill the camera men and members or the Biye Stock company. According to them. June Warner was the sweetest and best little wife any man dared wish for, and if Ned Wamer chose to criti- cise her in any way be would have to answer to every person here, including fat old black Aunt Debby, who breast- ed straight up to him, waddling her voluminous self defiantly from side to side.
“Looky hyah. you. Mr. Ned!" elle
dared, and Bouncer. who had been rushing around the separated bride and groom. stopped to bark feroclously up at Ned. "Ain’t that Marie been with our honey ever since she done come an' got her clothes? Aln‘t you got no gumption? Why. looky hynh. if you say a word about our Miss 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 in each
others arms.
CHAPZER li. " EDi" It wus ii pathetic little
figure which turned appeal- lngly to the scowling young man. Her big eyes were full
of tears. "lt.wus all a mistake, dear!"
She choked back her team, and there
was il tense silence, in which Ned War- ner stood with cold eyes and folded arms waiting.
"Oh, Ned. can‘t I make you eee and
understand?" And there wus a pite- ous wlstfulness about her. "We were ull so happy on that day of our wed- ding, so happy ne we started on our honeymoon trlpi And when we stood alone in the Pullman drawing r00lIl. surrounded by our white rlbboned bag- gage, there seemed to be no cloud in our sky!"
“Then why did you leave me?”» Ned
\Vtlrner's voice was harsh.
“It was the money!" Her lip trem-
bled. “Don't you 'remember when I missed iuy purse? The porter came in just then. and you gave him u dollar. When hc went out you gave me $30 and in just the same generous way you gave it to the negro. The differ- ence was $20."
They were all startled by the force
of the comparison. Only Gilbert Blye smiled, and the smile did not escape Ned.
“Do you remember I cried and you
put my head on your shoulder? You thought I was tired, but I cried from humiliation. I felt like it beggar. I realized that for the rest of my life I would have to accept gifts of money from you. Then I dreamed about lt. I dreamed that I was n piteous little beggar, always holding out my palms for aims; that I was receiving pay for being your wife just as mother paid Aunt Debby und Marie.” Both Aunt Debby and Marie eniifed sympatheti- cnliy. "And lust of ull I dreamed that I was being drugged home from the nltui- by it ring in the nose as the sav- ages of old dmgged home their brides. And when the train stopped and woke me up I couldii‘t stand lt. I threw down your money and ran from the train."
“To meet this man!" interrupted Ned
sternly. “Gilbert Blye was waiting on the station platform at Tui-nville." And he noted that June looked ut him in surprise.
“Hold on there!" Gilbert Blyo spoke
sharply. "I was waiting, but for a New York train. I had been to our Tiirnville factory. I suw this beauti- ful girl on the platform and thought immediately what a good motion plc- ture subject she would bc. I was right She screens perfectly." And he smiled approvlngly at June.
“So you were striingers." remarked
Ned. and there wns un implied sneer in his tone. "You helped her on the train. and I saw you ln the 'car talking with heri"
"You?" Both the runaway bride and
the dark. handsome Biye asked that question.
"Yes. il" this trlumphnntly. “I
caught an express and overtook your local us wo pulled into the station at New York. and through the car win- dows I any you bending ovtl her and smiling, and sho was smiling up at Foul"
There was li pause. and the listeners looked from June to Blyo and then at Ned.
“0h. Yell” and June's brow cleared.
“I had sold my watch to a funny old lady on the train to pay my fare. Mr. Blyo bought the watch from' her and very kindly odered to let me repur- chase it whenever I found it conven-
Ho gave me his card; that was l .
“All!" Ned thnndercd. "Bo chlled
you from the train in u taxi. and I fol- lowed. but I loot you both."
with Bonorin Blye end rolled out be fore bet' ll bill. ynrdii long. cnveriniz :ill
roherinhisiowvoice.
Orsehi _Tire dorrmiiiitered and save vu.
the eeparnte items of his aiouthliiir on the trail of Gilbft Blye and June War- IC.
"I did noti” Biye hcatedly retorted “l jumped iii e taxi and tore straight for Cunningiiiim's hotel." sud he tuni- cd to the white mnstscbed than for ooo roborutiuu. “We were due at s dinnd
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Iiibe lo"5iH`lil fi@1`at.Yed.`1‘iiere was a sneer on his lbs. _
"Well, Bouncer found iilr. Ned in
Mrs. Yillard's zrrrilen. and i knew you were hiding from Mr. Ned until you
could make some money, so I mid the
chaudeur and the gardener not to lc! Mr. Ned seo you or speak to you. and the next thing l knew .\'r. .\`ed was com..
He glared _et Marie and .iunt-‘s heart
sank. He shrugged hlil shnuiiieni. ru if dismissing l|srie‘e niirrntive.
“I sew no comerne at Mist \'iliard’s
that night" And new he turned scowllugly to Orin Cumiingliaiu. "Yet I saw this man distinctly uiukiiig lorc to my wife. And I sap Gilbert Biye doing the same thing!" »
“We were rehearsing. Mr. Warner."
explained Biye quietly.
“Yea Ned!" June was crying. but.
though Ned saw her. he paid nu utleu~ tion to her.
“We were to take the actual picture
the next morning iii lbe studio. iiud we were working out some scenes. lt iiiay help you if I tell you that _\lr. Cunning- ham is the pursuing villain iii "l‘lie Runaway Bride' I have hoc-ii dircct- ing the pictures. I have takcii tlie--llb- erty several times of showiiig .\ir. Cun- ningham how I whhed not-nos enacted l also pluy the dt-iicrtod grooiii." And his black eyes iiaslied.
Ned laughed. hut there was no mirth
in it. June sliraiik under his vuiiiciiip- tuous gaze. and her mother piittuii ;:eii tly the hand which lay iii iii.-i~ :iriii_
"I`ll swear it was not :i iiiuviiig pic-
ture reheursel the night you drugged ui_v wife out of the .\'c\v York café and took her on board your yacht."
"You het it w:isii't." it was the
lieavy T. J. Edwards, :ind lic was bob bing his round head \‘iguroiisiy. "A contract is u contract, \\`iirii your wife saw you she wouldn't go oii board the yacht; she wouldn‘t iliiisli the plc- iures; she couldii`t do iiiiything. .\ly heavens, man, do you know I had :il- ready spent $75,000 on this fe-:itui‘e‘.' And if this girl quit we couidu't get niiotlier one to take hcr place. could we? So we dragged ber on board thc yacht.” And he glared his deiiauce at all of tbelu. Money was money.
Ned Wilmer liiid been sitting on tlic
edge of u table. Now he sprang to his feet, and his eyes flamed. Ile caught his wife by the wrist und pulled her away from her mother.
“Here's one thing you caii't explain."
He dropped her wrist. and she stood swaying with half closed eyes, but there was no mercy in him. "1 saw you rush from a house in a iilmy stage costume."
There was a strained tensity in the
group which surrounded them. John Moore started to come to his daughter, but Ned fiercely waved him back. "It was moving picture work. Very well. But tell me this-how could any girl who could noi: endure the humiliation of accepting money from her husband consent to appear on the street for any Purpose in such a costume?"
There was a deatlilike stillness among
them. broken by a wild sobbing from the little runaway bride.
“Nedi" she cried. "Oh, Ned!" And
she clung upon his arm. He held coldiy rigid. “Forgive mel You cnn't imow how Pvc suffered! You ca.n’t lmow how I’ve loathed it all! I was so mistaken, so wrong! I thought I had such a won- derful ideal. _When I had achieved my independence, when I need no longer looktoyou formoney, Iwastnretnrn toyou, imdweweretowalk handiu hand through Life ln that love which can be founded only upon mutual re specf, which asks love for lova and nothing more. I meant our love to be without: a flaw. No man can under- simidthehurttoawomm whenatter marriage eho becomes absolutely de- pendent on his charity.” §fWhy, Junior' The imali, mild voice of Mrs. Moore, and she stepped tor- ward with deep concern on her gentle face. “What is all this talk about a husbands charity?" And she turned with wonder to Father Moore. “A hus- band makee only one girl: to his wire, and that is at the altar. After that ev- erything iie has is here. if people will only remember the marriage service. Your rlniz is a symbol or ir. -with uii
my Worldly goods l’ thee endow! " Gilbert Blye clutched ms buck van-
dyke and looked ut the ceiling; then he
smiled euuvely.
“'.l‘hai:’s il Krolt Ideal I’ll Work it into
the feature!" But no one heard him. There was an audible anime from 1|-ig Blethering, and Tommy Thomas was 1°°idmz intensely mumeiimi. "And vw. my noni" shemmea with Bllfvfillnir wverltv on Neo wiii-ner. “Have you forgotten uint you proin- ised to love. cherish and protect my
daughter?"
There was a cry from the little run. ""7 bride and o sob from Ned War- DBI' HS. oblivious to all around them, they duped ‘eecli other in a solemn
embrace.
FIDE Um! l0Ving clngp (bg bgautjjuj
wife of Ned Warner raised a radiantly
happy countenance to her mother.
- "And I have no problem.” sho laugh. Gd. and then sho cried. And Iris Bletherlng and Tommy Thomas robbed together and formed s lasting blend- lhln- 'And everybody wu nanny. iii- °|\101D¥ Marie and Oillcec Dowd, who had become conscious st the mention °f the mu'rluo~ ui-vice. ima sim: Debby, who was pnleii' her Redeem- er in en unconsciously audible voice. end Bouncer, who was leaping and barking indiscriminately for the bandit
of everybody and anybody. '
“Where are they? Where are they?
ecreeched s shrill voice and Honoria
Blye burst into the group.
Gilbert Blye walked sereueiy our on
meet het.
“iw mu so nom Hvllotll,” he Advised lil
Then there esme A cold
lb black nys 'Toe' with albumin. dh dll. ea you.
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‘of the Blye Stock company. I was to
inn; um min: siiilhii-e to Fw at lin Rumi" where all the girls of the collillv aftuwezd boarded."
“And I went straight to Iris!" sited the eszriaved June. “Indeed shedldl” heartily agreed Iris. “She told us she had left you because
you had given her money.” And Bob
piexed. - x _ °tYou remember I came out to the
house for June‘s purse.” Iris turned to ltr. and Hrs. Moore. “She wouidull oven lotus lend her money. because
pendant. When you and Ned chased in and drove poor June from our house _Ind Ned found Gilbert Blye's card in ber glove, then it was all oi!i"
“When I slipped out of Irh' window
I had my purse. but no clothes," June pathetlcally remembered. ?‘So I went out home to Brynport and stole my clothes and Marie" _
“Why did he go to Brypport at time
some time?" Ned glared savngely iii Blye.
“It was an inspiration." Gilbert Blyt-
emlled suavely and stroked his black Vandyke with his long, lean white ilu- SSS. and his black eyes glowed. “We had just formed the Blye Stock com~ peny at ii dinner party. Mr. Ed- wards," and he nodded to the heavy man with me :luck iiaaeoeyes, “ls our iinanclal backer. Mr. Cunningham," a nod for the white mustacbed man, “le our leading actor, who has also an in terest in the company, I showed them the picture of the beautiful girl in the watch. It had given me a great idea for n motion _picture play. ‘The Run- away Bride.‘ They were delighted tith it, but we had no girl of the type.”
“Wasu't I _the jealous little party?"
laughed Tommy Thomas. "I was to be the only leading lady of the Blye Stock company."
Gilbert Blye favored the vivacious
brunette with n pinch on the ear.
“I remembered bearing Mis. Warner
tell the old lady on tl.ie train that she must earn her own living. I was cer tnin that she would screen well. Why not get the original heroine of the idea? Edwards and Cunningham were enthusiastic. I had her address lu her watch. I jumped in Cunningiiam's limousine and hurried right out to Brynpori.” “And we reached the cafe just in
time to chase you.” Bobbie Blethering was beaming with eager interest. He was pieccing together a puzzle which had biiiilcd him. “When Ned found your card we _Went to your house, and your wife told us you were at the din- ucr party.”
"My wife." and a shade of annoy~
ance pnssed_ over Blye‘s dark, hand- some face. , "And on the way in from Brynport my taxi broke down,” June went on. "Mr, Blye appeared out of the dark- ness as if by magic and offered his limousine."
"I have a confession to make." in-
terrupted Biye. "I threw glass on the road." And there was a general move ment of shocked understanding. All their cars had popped tires on that glass. “lt was my only opportunity to Stop the runaway bride. On the way in to the city 1 persuaded her that she could cnrn her independence easier and quicker in moving picture work than in any other way."
"So I became n temporary member
, play the lend in the feature which he ‘elaborated after I told him about my money problein."
“That was a grent idea!" Blye was
very enthusiastic. “The man, the wo- man and the money! It will appeal to every class and condition of people.
“|` was to he the only hiding lady.”
We're spending a fortune in advertis- ing it. Ipok at this new twenty-four elieet poster." And. moving n piece of scenery. he displayed a big lithograph of “°'1`he Runaway Bride,' by Gilbert Blye; Portrnyed by the Blye Sock Company."
Ned Warner was the only one who
paid no iittentionto the lithograph. His
arms. were still folded; his eynxe still cold. June looked st him, er eyes dlled with despair. ' - 'Why was it necessary to bind and
gag me and leave me all night in the woods ?" the husband demanded. "Ned, what do you mean? Did some one do that to your' June was half sobbing, and than was general gms Drlseoathenertottliellileltock company. "Oh, Iifiss Junie, I didn’t ‘mo _ |oeotari"t.belllgischeekbouedmsid. Kerio. cried. and sho wu pulling liqv
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ble Bletherizig was still profoundly perl
elle had n principle about being lnde,
sm ani. s.vefam‘-i» ‘~nis'm'iFi`€l2 and you om no Motif assume e domi- inaee over mo-with your mom!-" Bild- dsqiy the glow lltlmied to his _black
his suave smile. “l have worked out mu u\d¢pmdence."
onsrvifn iii.
HERli_was a gay supper Diff!
at the New York cafe that night. The Biye Stock com- pany entertained their depart-
lngltarandhertrieuds. _Nedwaruer _ sntbeelde his happy June. There seem- ` ed au extra ndection tonl|ht'between Esther and Mother Moore and Bobble and Iris Bietherlng, -and Tommy Thom- as was the guyeet of the gay. Tho eyes of the white munached Orin Cun- u _
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Ingham twinkled incessantly. and heavy T J. Edwards sat with a smile f intense satisfaction on his thick lips. The feature was finished with- out an accident, and the ilmt of the films was line. Bobble Bieibering and Blye took an instant liking to one un- other. The old feud was entirely for- gotten. _
“They‘ro good people. Ned," whisper
ed the happy June. “And they were so good to ine!"
Ned beamed down nt June with de-
light in every inflection of her voice, iii every turn of her beautiful licud. in every iieeting expression ot her lovely countenance, lu every glance of ber' lustrous eyes. Quito forgotten was all the tearing strain of these past duys; quite gone were all his bitterness and hate.
In her wedding gown. which she had
donned once again, June was it vision of beauty.
Up rose Gilbert Blye at the head of
the table. In iils hand he held il. small shining object. He mude a won- derful speech about lt, n speech full I of ivlt und sentiment und good will and things which made everybody happy. and with an extraordinary hour- lsh of words he presented thnt which to the little ruimwny briilc.
Amid whackliig iipplaiiise the little
runaway bride mude n blushing speech of acceptance; then there wiis it wills-
June Wal a Vision of Beauty.
pered rniisuitiitlon between herself and the dc.~‘i~rtcil grooiii. hi-gun by ii sum gestion ii-oiii ilu- bitter. 'i`lii-ii up rose the bi~:|iiiiu;.: Sul \\`:iriier lliid uiude I miinly spot-i-li. ii 'gciicruus tip;-or-ii, u speech full ui' licurt liiimtitig iiiippl- ness. und amid groiit uppiiiiist- lie pre- sented tllut tiny watch to the ilurk. handsome, black \’t|ud_vked Gllben Biye. Then up rose Bobble llletht-ring and
looked at the clock and motioned lu the head walter. ,_ "Well, it'a trnln time." he prouilly ap-
nounced.
Two of the party looked up in per. Plcilty. Every one else was grinning.
“Goodby. Juule. dear!" And im
Rletliering. jumping from her clmir. threw her arms around .iutie'e neck iliid robbed liuppll_v.
“Here are your tickets. .\'ail." ciilir-d
stalling eyed l~`:ltln>r )ioor\»_ tmtsing 'WPI' "ll l‘il\`0l_0l'P. iiiid :it thai iuuuiu-in the doom uf the priviile dining mom Opened, and in iunri-hed Aunt llelvliy and Marie lhden with white rihbnngd honeymoon iuizinuze. .iiiiieui mmm- was at the farewell dliiiicr. md one smiled with Fiiiher Moore ut the thoughrtlint the hiippy couple 4g|.|»¢ know that on the buck of the liuumcar which Wil to take them to tho rpllmqj station to llnlsh their untour|»letcd‘hon. evmvon was this it-reno: -.i_ua1' usu- l`tIEDi"
Aunt Debby lcd the sv' withgiie Wild! Ind slwm as uw: surfed to lbuve. .._ ` /3°\1D°,°f leiwed un au- thence lie- llwfolhower upon the ouihsrrnped hide. Mid Mother Moore leaned (gp dkosenud triilspercd: ' ' '
“~liltlle. dear. duiiwforxet your pane." 'rits utn. '
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it Made a Change. “Dv nn- and iii. air of mu min.
borhood ssiiihrioua?" asked the new arrival. "N°¢ lv: more." milieu no una: hliliiltant. ‘Tum has been e Ng |n...
thumbs ia rapid secession while Abit Debiiyeisnd remeliiusiysslc. =_
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Movement since the gg _flfllvrr to the elim-ysig: Q; '° .l
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