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+ oan ee c=? an <a> P “ . - fae . “as not that is the very reason! Some one _ has started the report that you were drowned, and it is probably Rippel and Rose! It would be just like them!” BS “The boat must have gone adrift! You _ know, Mr. Gray told_us he expected some one pt meet him,” said Marion, slowly; then she suddenly sprang to her feet and an expres- so of firm determination orang her features. ° “IT must do something at once, if that is the ~ease,” she said, decidedly ; “I'll go down and it the box office myself! Oh, Alma, do “think of some way that we can outwit our “enemies! = : he ' Miss Allyn paced the floor, with her brows co: ntracted. If was an emergency that called for more than usually quick action. _ The curtain at the Alhambra should rise at eight-thirty, and, at the present moment, ) ‘there was no inkling of the whereabouts of the manager. | 7 _ “Hurry, Alma! Let’s get out where the Beenie can see us!” cried Marion, hurrying for her hat. “I am determined that the Al- har ora shall be lighted on time! Not. ten minutes longer shall it remain in darkness!” po mn the threshold, when she was confronted, by ne bell-boy and a very pretty young lady. oT got her!” blurted the boy, with a wink at Miss Allyn. “She’s ther one you wanted p Mics Marlowe No. 2. I reckon I've earned other quarter.” , steadily at their guest. Fra AF _ “So you are the young lady who has bor- Tow wed Miss Marlowe's name, are you?” she . sked, pleasantly. “Well, do come in; we are ighted to see you! Don’t be a bit alarmed. R os and Rose are the miscreants who have put you up to it. We know you are not re- ‘sp onsible | The young lady flushed slightly, bit. en- te tered without hesitation. _ The moment the door was closed behind E. she made-a most astonishing statement. \ Went , 'm mighty giad of it! Mr. Rose swore y all that was holy that he’d keep you from om ne and, of course, that would have made me th eh Marion Marlowe, and with a job Ae pte Pa ees * P: MY QUEEN. “row. “ment will depend altogether on your ability.’ She started for the door and had one foot 3 ‘ M iss Allyn gave it to him and then looked: “So you are here, after all, Miss Marlowe L 21 on my hands that I would never have been paid for!” “You mean that you have been hired to im- personate. Marion?’ asked Miss © Allyn, shrewdly. “That’s it, exactly! I’m a mimic,’ was the laughing answer. “I’ve got Miss Marlowe down fine, if I do say so. A clever trick of my managers, don’t you think so, ladies?” “Tt wasn't bad,” said Miss Allyn, dryly; “but your game is up now; you shall not mimic our artist!” “What on earth do you mean? young girl, staring. ; Marion smiled at her sweetly, as oie placed her hand on her shoulder. ‘She means that you shall do your specialty on our stage, instead of at the Palace, and, what is more, you shall be well paid—I will personally guarantee that.” “Say! Will I get a steady job?” asked the mimic, eagerly. “Just as long as your contract states. | will tell Mr. Temple to engage you to-mor- Of course, the length of the engage- ’ asked the The girl gave-a whoop of delight and then hugged Marion rapturously. “Thank fortune I’ve got a chance at last to turn down those loafers!” she cried, hap- pily; “and I'll mimic any one you say, and do it right, too; any actress you have a mind to mention, but never Marion Marlowe!” “That settles it! Come in!” said Marion. quickly. “I’m: going straight ahead to open the Alhambra !” Half way down the long corridor another boy met her. He was in messenger uniforny. and handed her a message from Mr. Gray. As Marion read it her cheeks paled. and she” uttered a low cry. The next moment she thrust it into her pocket and hurried to the theatre. CHAPTER X. THE TRAGEDY OF THE RAPIDS, At exactly eight o’clock Mr. Temple, Bert and Dr. Brookes arrived in’ Buffalo and walked past the Alhambra on their way to the hotel where the company had been stop- ping. GOMiGdoOoks (CO)