The Shawnee Daily News-Herald (Shawnee, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 123, Ed. 1 Friday, February 5, 1915 Page: 7 of 8
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FRIDAY EVENING, FEBRUARY 4, 1915.
THE SHAWNEE DAILY NEWS-HERALD
By special arrangement for this paper a
photo-drama corresponding to the install-
ments of "Runaway June" may now be seen
at the leading moving picture theaters. By
arrangement made with the Mutual Film
Corporation it is not only possible to read ^ ^
"Runaway June" each week, but also after- Btraight up to him and held out her hand. "Pro.
ward to see moving pictures illustrating duce!"
our story. *
Copyright, 1915, bj Serial Publication Corporation.
In Pursuit of the Runaway Bride
June was still June-and his June! He caught up "Come right In," heartily Invited Father Moore,
the portrait and pressed It to his lips and'held it In and Mother Moore, with soft eyes, shook Bobbin
his arms and sank down by the bed sobbing. by one hand and Iris by both.
At that moment June and Iris were sitting In the 4§> "We have only a minute to stay, began Iris, start-
big walnut paneled library, and Bobbie wandered i lng to talk as they went into the library. 1 beard
In. When he saw the girls he started back. f from Junie," Iris rattled on. lather Moore, In the
'Don't go, Bobble!" called Iris. She walked parlor, came straight over. ,
"She missed her purse," glibly went on Iris, \*hlle
Bobble eyed her with admiration. "She's afraid she
lost It. Did she leave It here?"
"Right on that table." And Mrs. Moore's eyes
iparkled. She took It from a drawer In a desk.
, "That girl always was careless about money,"
laughed Mr. Moore as if It were a virtue.
"What's the price?" he asked.
"Oh, a hundred."
"How did you guess my roll?" Inquired the cheer-
ful Bobble, dragging up a handful of bills with non-
chalant ease, at which June smiled In spite of hei
embarrassment She had always been amused at 4 Bobble glanced at Iris. She was as serene as ft
chapter i the matter of fact and open way in which these Opiate of Ice cream.
CHAPTER I discussed finances. Bobbie counted his money ^ "I'll send It to her," ofTered Iris, and Mrs. Moore
HE runaway bride who led the chase, seem- ^ , e„t ol jt "Here's your hun-rWillngly put It in her hand.
ed to be lucky, for the traffic opened be- ^ and rm geyen (0 the good „ j& "Why didn't June wire us?" puzzled father, his
"Oh!" gasped June, as the significance of the tab-^Ffists bulging In the pockets of his gay smoking
leau suddenly dawned upon her. Why, they were - Jacket.
almost In the same position In which she had seen "Yes, why didn't she?' Mothers voice was full
would not tell them about the black Vandyked man,
and June was Mrs. Warner now.
"Will you get your wraps, please, Charlotte?"
June's father finally Bald, and rose. "We are going
to Iris. I'll order the car."
They were grim and silent as they sped away.
While they rode the black Vandyked man, in Sher-
ry's, sat at the end of a long table between a Jovial I
host with a gray mustache and n ponderous man
with heavily lidded eyes and short hair.
There were a dozen placed at the table, and win©
hissed at every plate, but the others of the party,
which Included a half dozen vivacidus and gnyty
gowned young women, were dancing. The three
men talked In low tones, their heads bent together,
and the black Vandyked man was the most silent.
Finally he began to talk and grew enthusiastic, and
"I am Mrs. Blye. Is there anything ! can do for
you?" The lady was Btudylng the group with a
screwllke penetration. Mrs. l)Iye began to worry
herself. Also she began to suspect! That last was
her specialty. "If you will tell me the nature of
your business with Mr. Blye I may be able to locate
"I want my daughter!" blurted John Moore, bis
"Oh!" And Mrs. Blye's voice rose. "Your daugh-
ter!" She glared at them for a moment. "Will you
please wait?" she asked and sailed back through
the hall. They could hear her sharp voice telephon-
ing. She had called her husband's club, and they
heard her exclaim Indignantly, "Where, Sherry's?'
She was back, blazing. She bad her hat In her
hand. "He's at Sherry's!" she shrilled.
fore her like magic and closed behind her
like a wall. As she turned Into Central
park at Fifty-ninth street, safe from immediate pur-
suit, the black Vandyked man's car was in a snarl
Finally he began to talk and grew enthusiastic, ana nana. ties ni oupirj . |,I1B
presently he drew forth June's little gold watch, I, An electric coupe stood at tiic door. She slammed
Then he flashed open the lid. All three men bent , Into that, turned on the lights mid (piled a way with
pars at luity-ninin street, suxe iruw uumeuww: yui almost ln the same position In which she bad seen "Yes, why (limi t sner MOiners voice w s iu,. '
suit, the black Vandyked man's car was ln a snarl when she was Ne(j,8 piteous mtle beggar. of anxiety, but as she saw the unruffled expression on the shoulder,
at Fifty-sixth. As he came out of that pocket he ..Thnnks Bobble," said Iris and turned to June.^*of Iris Blethering's face she began to bridle. If It was during
lannmi fnrwnrd nftor « look nhonri. and sDokfi crisD- ' ' . i_ 4- t>1 •,i/<niii/4 wirn her frionrl whv ennldn't she wire ouictly in a cor
eagerly over it They gazed upon the lovely fea-
tures of the runaway bride, their faces bent close
together. They clapped the black Vandyked man
leaned forward, after a look ahead, and spoke crisp-
ly to his driver. They stopped at the Plaza hotel,
and the man, hurrying up the steps, suddenly paus-
ed. With a smile he drew from his pocket a tiny
gold watch and opened it. Inside the lid was the
picture of a beautiful young girl with a handsome
collie. The black Vandyked man gazed at the pic-
ture for a moment iu frowning meditation. It was -
the runaway bride!
As he entered the hotel Ned's taxi, with the flut-
tering white ribbons, passed and turned into thf
purk, just as June Warner turned out of it at Sev-'(
enty-second street, heading for Riverside drive.
At that hour Iris Blethering sat pouring her volu-
ble sadness Into the ears of Bobbie in the Blether-
ing home on Kiverside drive. Sfce had been school-
day chum and the bosom friend of June Moore, but
now there was no June Moore, only a June Warner,
and June Warner might become a stranger.
"Rot," observed Bobbie. "How long are tbey go-
ing to be gone?"
"Three weeks. It's an eternity. Bobbie!"
"Rot," said Bobbie. "Why doesn't somebody an-
swer that doorbell?"
It had only just rung, and Immediately the hollow
Blethering butler came through. He did not return
to announce any pne, however. Instead, tbe caller
rushed straight in and threw herself into the arms
of Iris. , j
Bobbie Blethering stood by tmd watched the tab-
leau for a moment; then he wfcnt to tbe door and
"Where's Ned?" he quite naturally inquired.
The only answer was a sob.
"Junie!" pleaded Iris. "Where's Ned?"
••I I—I left Ned!" June wailed. "I ran away!"
"Aw, I say!" protested Bobbie.
"What did he do, dear?" This from Iris.
"He—he gave me money!"
"He gave you money." Iris repeated this numbly
after awhile. "Did you say he gave you money?"
"Yes." June straightened up as she recognized
the difficulty which lay before her. Iris, while a
warm and loyal friend, was not exactly a thought-
ful person nor a sensitive one and might perhaps
not understand the deep ethical significance of what
had happened. Bobbie didn't count
"Just after the wedding breakfast mother gave
me a purse, and if I bad not left that on the library
table at home 1 might not have known my predica-
ment until it was too late. When Ned and I were
on the train, however, I missed the purse. While I
was telling Ned about it he tipped the porter a dol-
lar in his nice, cheery way; then he turned around
and gave me $30—in just the same way! Don't you
see?" And she shuddered with the recollection of
her humiliation. "Then I had a dream," went on
June, with more vigor, bound now to make them
understand. "I saw myself being paid for being a
wife, as mummy pays the servants and Ned pays
his stenographer. I saw Ned giving me money as
he gives it to beggars! I saw myself always hold-
ing out my hand for charity!" And she was a most
pathetic little figure as she upturned her palm. "I
couldn't stand it! So 1 threw down the $30 and
slipped off the train and came back."
"But you had no money!" said Iris.
"I got on the train anyhow and sold my watch
to a funny old lady," June explained. She paused
to remember something—the black Vandyked man
who now had her watch. He had bought it from
the old lady on the train, so that June could some
day redeem it. That was very nice of him. She
had his card and was reaching for it when she no-
ticed that Iris had gone to the telephone.
"You mustn't telephone anybody!" the runaway
bride insisted. "You would be betraying my confi-
"But what do you intend to do?"
"What about Ned?" Bobble suddenly blurted.
"Ned's a darling!" And June's lip quivered. "He's
an angel! But I cannot be a bnrden to be carried
on Ned's back. I shall stay away from Ned until
I achieve my own independence. Then we can walk
together hand ln hand-in mutual self respect and
accepting from each other nothing but love! ^
"It is for his happiness as well as for mine,"
June Insisted (Irmly. "The world will not be happy
until women walk ln strict equality with men, Iris,
dear." She saw by the face of her friend that cold
logic was wasted. The two girls walked upstairs,
and Iris ushered her still bosom friend into a coxy
little guest room.
Meanwhile Ned Warner began to be familiar with
tbe bronze panther on the overhanging rock ln the
park and, casting back in his memory, reflected that
he must have passed it about flve times.
But why had June married him? Why had be
walked down the alale of the Brynport chapel with
him that morning? Perhaps the black Vandyked
man was married, and marriage was the only road
to June's own freedom.
He could stand this train of thoughts no longer.
He whirled up Riverside drive, past the very house
where June was then talking to Iris, and turned his
key ln the lock of the place which was to have been
home Home! And this wa« his return! Here
; were all tbe furniihlngs which they had bought to-
gether. Here had clustered all his dreams of hap-
"Thnnks Bobbie" said Iris and turned to June.-"of Iris ~Blethe"ring'8 face she began to bridle. If It was during this time that June ^rncr sitting
honey, in your struggle for In- f Junie could wire her friend, why couidn't she wire
dependence, come right back, and 111 make Bobbl© %her mother? . .. .... .
give it to us." ~ "You have
'You have such slow delivery out here," promptly
June shrunk away. "Oh, I can't possibly take it! 4 explained Iris.
I didn't know you were going to ask Bobble!" "Just what did she say?"
"Where else do I get It?" blurted the bosom friend, "Phone mother I can't find my purse. Did I for-
"Bobbie's the easiest way." *«et it? Extremely happy. Bushels of love to all.
"That's Just it" Jnne pointed out "Can't you see lune."
what a beggar a dependent woman is? Don't you Twenty minutes were all the callers could spare,
see that if I can't accept a gift of money from my They drove down the boulevard. A ti)iicab flash-
husband'' I can't possibly let you accept for me a ed by them, but they did not notice it Ned War-
heard a familiar voice ln the vestibule.
"Daddy!" She dashed from her chair in a flash
and went upstairs to her room
as much vigor as was ln the capacity of her ma-
chine. Bobbie's runabout darted after her and pass-
ed her. and then came the limousine, with Mr. and
Mrs. Moore and Ned.
.or June! It had been hard for her to leave
those beloved voices down there In the library, but
she had made up her mind very lirmly that neither
she nor Ned could be happy If she was always to
feel that she was a chattel. She ran bark to the
desk for Ned's photograph, then stepped lightly out
A went upstairs to her room. aesK ror «eu s pnuiuK««i'". <■ «■*....j
Where's Junie?" Mrs. Moore had pushed through "*on the tiny side porch, jumped down to the little em
„ m ai otwi <im llc-lit jin a thistledown, aloni
Ahead of the men.
John Moore walked straight to Bobbie Blethering
and shook an awe inspiring finger at that young
"Where's my girl?" he demanded.
D re you
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gift of money from your husband? Don't be angry,
Iris, please. I'm fighting for a principle.
rf'Oh, Mr. Thomas Rot!" exploded Bobbie.
"That attitude is at the bottom of the whole thing,
Bobbie," argued June with spirit "Because the
man has supported the woman for ages he has
made himself the master. That destroys the wom-
an's self respect, and love dies."
"She's a fine kid," said Bobbie heartily, "but if
she's going to draw the line on money which has
been handed from a man to a woman she'll have
to get it fresh from the mint."
"What will you do, June?" fretted Iris.
"If I only had that purse mummy gave me,"
"She got that from your father," Bobbie was un-
kind enough to remind her.
"Oh, that was daddy's money," she brightly re-
plied, no trace of concern on her brow, "and it's tbe
' last I can take from them, now that I'm married.
Iris, couidn't you go out to the house and say you'll
send it to me?"
"Just the thing!" Iris was bubbling immediately.
"You mustn't let them know I'm here," warned
June. "You mustn't let any one know!"
Within flve minutes Iris and Bobble, in the swift
little runabout, were headed for Brynport. In the
library June had found a picture of Ned among
some other intimate photographs, and it was with
constant reference to this and amid constant talk-
ing to it and constant caressing of It that she
penned her important message;
My poor, dear boy, I cannot explain in a letter what
happened today. When 1 am tree, dear Ned, I will
make you understaad and forgive. Tou must not try to
find your unhappy bride, JUNK.
(z/heres My Qirl? '
ienrd from June?" husked Ned.
itli you?" The voice of Moore w'ns
K kit tatk to find tut manl
UNT DEBBY came around tbe corner of the
Moore house ln all her glory—stiff laven-
der dress with the red posies on it yellow
hat with the fTeen feather, tan Bhoes and
"Hi>wdy, Aunt Debby!" Bobbie Blethering, with
his chattel bealde blm, swung up tke drive In hi*
fast little runabout
Junle's parent! came to the floor, John J. Moore
In Ihe blue and tan smoking Jacket which be had
refused to wear until Underneaa at Junle's ap-
proacblnf departure hat brought blm to It, and
Charlotte Moor* In tbe p*! aUk 4r i embroidered
by June's own htnfla. -
ner was in the taxi, aud lie was out and up on
the porch before the machine had come to a full
stop. John Moore answered the bell, and he stood
as if petrified when be saw his son-in-law's expros-
strained . ... unse.
Mrs. Moore came hurrying out, her face nshen.
"Junie!" she cried. She ran down to the taxi anil
peered in through the open window. She came run-
nfug back and caught .Ned by the arm. "Where Is
"Then she Isn't here?" gasped Ned.
"Come inside." John Moore's voice had lost all its
color. He led tbe way Into the library. "Now,
what is all this about? Why are you here alone?"
"1 don't know. June is somewhere in New York.
I was in hopes you had heard from her."
"We did! She telegraphed to Iris that she had
lost ber purse. Iris left here with It to mail it to
"Then that's where she is!" There was relief in
"Sit down," said Moore. "Why are you not with
"I don't know." There was a choke In Ned's
voice. "She left me on the train—slipped away at
"She wouldn't do such a thing without good
cause!" declared Mrs. Moore with firm conviction.
"What happened?" This sharply from Moore.
"I don't understand. She told me she lost her
purse. I gave her some money, and she went to
sleep with her head on my shoulder. I pillowed her
.more comfortably on the seat by and by and went
into the smoker. I dropped in to look at her about
every flve minutes, and when I came back after we
had passed Farnville she was gone. She left tbe
money on the seat Here it is." And be showed
them tHe three crumpled bills, one partly torn.
"How do you know she returned to New York?"
"I saw her. I got off it the next station and tele-
phoned. The station master at Farnville reported
that he saw her getting on a down train. I took
an express and overhauled her aa we came Into the
Grand Central station. I aaw her leave tlie itaticn
and get into a taxi."
'Tou are holding something back!" Moore charg-
ed. "I want to know $e truth!"
"Tou have all I <jan tall yoa," declared Ned. He
B bjelcome/rom Bouncer
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Bobble slowly straightened.
"Well, she's here," he said. "What of It?"
"I'll tell you what of It!" said Iris, ".lune hns de-
cided not to see any of you just yet, and she won't!"
Iris took two letters from the mantel. She gave
one to Ned and one to Mrs. Moore. Her husband
looked over her shoulder. Tbe letter was address-
Pear Daddy and Mummy—I cannot explain in a letter
why 1 was compelled to leave Ned. Some <l;ty 1 will
make you understand and forgive. I'lense be KOI 'ti ti>
dear Ned and love YOUR LITTLE JUNIK.
"Here's the man!" shouted Ned, his voice full of
sudden fury. He held a pair of gloves Iu one hand
and a card in the other. "These are June's gloves.
They were lying ou the table, and this card was in
"They're my gloves!" called Iris, but Ned laughed
at her. There was no mistaking those dainty, blue
embroidered bits of white kid.
"Now, I'll tell you," went on Ned. "This man,
Gilbert Blye, whose name I now know for the first
time, was with her fronj the moment she left me
until she came here. He is a tall, black Vandyked
man, and at Farnville he was seen assisting June
on the down train. I saw them myself through the
car window talking together. 1 want to find Gil-
•bert Blye! Are you hiding him too?" And he turn-
ed savagely on Iris. ,
Bobble lounged forward. "That'll do, Ned," he
warned. "Iris, call June."
"Junie!" They heard Iris throwing doors open
and running through the house, calling June. Ned
darted up the stairs, but in the hall Iris met him
with a frightened face. "She Is gonel"
They all searched for her then, but there was no
trace of her.
bankment and fled, as light as a thistledown, alone;
the side of the house and out at the little grocer's
Where now should she go? The apartments, their
home, hers nnd Ned's! She hurried up In that direc
tion, but at the first corner she stopped for an in ,
stant and darted over toward Broadway. She had
realized three things almost simultaneously—first,
that ihe.v might come out oi^ the Blethering house
at any instant and see her; second, that she had no
key; third, that Ned might come there. It would be
the most likely place for him to go ln his loneliness
She suddenly held her handkerchief to her mouth
to choke baek a sob. On Broadway she hailed a
All was sparkling at Sherry's, but Gilbert Blye
had taken small share In the hilarity. He had risen
to go when a black eyed young woman, the most
vivacious of the party, called him to task for his
evening of secret scheming. "You're up to s'iuie
devilment," she charged, playfully tweaking bis i
beard. "Come and danee with me."
"Sorry, Tommy," be told her, with that queer
smile on his lips, "but I've a previous engagement."
"She can wait" pouted the girl. She drugged ,
Blye away from the table.
"Take my car, Gil!" called the gray mustache,1
"Certainly," replied Blye, and the three men ex-
changed a smile. "I'll dance one round with Tom-
my; then I'll go."
Before that round was over, however, Gliliert
Blye saw an apparition In the doorway, and his face
turned cold. The apparition was a tall, angular
woman, with a long, high nose anil high arched
brows, who was trying to bore Gilbert Blye through
and through with a double eyed glare of burning
ferocity. He hurried over to bis wife. She had
"Who Is that woman?"
"I shall explain nothing," said Gilbert "I'm
>■ left her contemptuously, leaving her stunned
this ted revolt. As ho went down tbe
he heard her shrieking something after him,
and he hurried. As he dashed out oMIie door lie
ran Into a group who were coming In. They were
the Moores, the Bletherlngs and Ned Warner, and
be was upon them and past them and jumping into
luxuriously furnished racing limousine, with the
little watch in his band, before they realized that
this was the man they were seeking.
'"There he goes!" cried Ned. "The scoundrel!"
Blye, moving rapidly away, snw the confusion and
blamed his wlfa with tbe scene, for now she was in
the lead of the excited group, which was rusBing
The house of ti
when June arrived, th
back amid the dim tree
which she had never 1
at Brynport was dark
dear old house. It stood
with a dignity and beauty
RS. GILBERT BLYE was ln shrill voiced
converse with a big green parrot, which,
from length and sharpness of nose and
height of eye arches, might have been a
sister to her. A maid announced that some one had
wanted to see Mr. Blye, and, alnce he was not at
home, would Mrs. Blye care to aay where he was?
He came to New York on an early train
Mrs. Blye rose lnitantlj. She sailed straight Into
the hall and confronted the flve earnest visitors.
"Did you aay Mr. Blye returned on an early train?"
"Yei." Ned tried not to speak curtly. "I srw
and at the gate she hesitated as if, with no one to
welcome her, she had no right here.
There was a welcome, though, and a Joyous one.
a loud, hearty one, a series of delighted barks from
her dog Bouncer. He had known her very pres-
ence from far back in the shed, it was the work
of but a minute for June to clamber through an an
locked kitchen window and to rush upstairs, gft
her maid, Marie, seize several garments and drag
with her the astounded servant.
"Miss Junie! Miss Junie!" cried Aunt Debby, out
of breath from running, but June only waved a
hand at her as the taxi swept out of the drive.
A limousine had stopped in front of the house,
and a black Vandyked man had alighted, but in the
window of the car he saw June's face, turned wist-
fully toward the house, and he rau forward.
"Miss Moore!" he called, but June's taxi rattled
on. He Jumped in his own car and gave the word
and started in swift pursuit.
The two machines were still in sight when the
runabout of Bobbie and Iris dashed around the
"Is June here?" called Iris.
"Lawdy, no!'1 puffed Aunt Hebby. "Dat's her
The runabout was gone with a whiz,"and Inime
diately after came the family limousine.
"Is June here?" called all three of the occupants
"She's Just done gone! The gentleman with black
whiskers has Just done gonel Mr. Bobbie and Miss
Iris has Just done gr-ne! Whoob!" ,
Around the corner there rolled an electric coupe.
It was brilliantly lighted, and in it sat an angular
woman with a high, long nose and high arched
brows, beneath which glittered two sharp eye*.
"Say!" shrilled the occupant of the electric.
Aunt Debby, her broad hand on her stomach,
pointed down the road.
[TO BB COHTIHUID.]
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