An Interrupted Wedding, or Marion Marlowe as Maid of Honor — page 4: what you’re looking at

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nae MY QU EN fe — A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN a issued Weehkly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 278 William St., N.Y, Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year 190% in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 28. NEW YORK, April 6, a — — a 1901. Price Five Cents, An Interrupted Wedding; OR, MARION MARLOWE AS [AID OF HONOR. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. r MARION’S REMARKABLE BEHAVIOR. It was Easter Monday and Marion Mar- lowe was seated by the window in her sister Dollie’s cozy uttle parlor gazing wistfully out upon the muddy sidewalks. Suddenly she sprang to her feet and gave a cry of delight which brought Dollie to her side in the space of a second. “Oh, Dollie! Here is Bert! I was so afraid he wouldn't get here and I did so want him to be at the wedding!” Dollie craned her pretty neck to look down at the hansom cab which had stopped before the door, and was just in time to see Bert Jackson as he sprang from the vehicle. “Alma would have been so disappointed if he hadn’t come!” she answered, happily, “and, of cgearse, she must not be disappoint- ed on her wedding day! That would be a dreadful beginning, wouldn’t it, sister?” Marion wound her arm about her twin sister’s waist and bent her head until it rested upon Dollie’s plump shoulder. “It would, indeed,” she said, almost sadly ; then much to Dollie’s amazement, she burst out crying. “Why, Marion Marlowe! What ever is the matter?” cried Dollie. in alarm, as she removed her sister’s arm so she could turn and stare at her, Marion sank into a chair and put her handkerchief to her eyes, while St craceful form shook with sobs. “You must tell me,” went on Dollie, more decidedly. “Why, Marion. I never saw you crv like that ietore! It is usually poor fit- tle me that does the crying! Do please tell me, darling, what it is that distresses you !” “T’m sure I don’t know ‘what it is, or { COMMICOOOKS»CO