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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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Y/f ~-.-:”
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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
P
` - .. .-.-suaesaléf
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 
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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
E
ra
S
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 _
0
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|.|Ȣ
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. =_ 
"fwrrmauo 
Movement since the gg
_flfllvrr to the elim-ysig: 
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eyes. and heiooked to June and smiled*
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