Marion Marlowe in Columbus, or, Accused of a Crime — page 7: what you’re looking at

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€ MY QUEEN. | - - a beautiful face lighted up by magnificent gray eyes and framed in a perfect mass of wavy chestnut hair. “Hello! Did you hear me, Marion?” cried the young man, gayly; “and to think that my secret was meant for the ingénue’s ear alone. But it does not matter, now—she has scorned my invitation!” “Naturally!” laughed Marion Marlowe, the beautiful star of the company ; “you really didn’ t expect her to die with yous did you?” “Baith, an’ who axed her to die, if yer plaze, swate Marion? Shure, it’s mesilf as only hinted fer the loikes av her to come for some fish. She misunderstood me complate- ly,’ was the young man’s lightning-like re- joinder. “Oh, Bert! That settles it! to be an Irishman next! You'll have There’s a lovely rish part in one of the plays Mr. ss is considering !”’ “Well, he can count me out!” said Bert, coming promptly back to English. “Let Dr. srookes have that part, or Olcott, or Miss Leslie! Gee, that’s the best idea yet! Della would make a lovely Irishman !” Another roguish face peeped out from around the end of the car, and Della Leslie, a mimic and understudy for Miss Marlowe, threw a can of condensed milk at the head of the comedian. “Take that for your impudence, Bert Jack- son!’ she called out. “I'll talk Irish when I forget my own tongue, and not before!’ “A thing you are not likely to do in a hur- ry,” retorted Bert. “Why, you are the bio- erapho-talko-phone of the entire company, Della!” “And you are—what?” asked Miss Leslie, thoughtfully, “Oh, I know; you are the ‘Angel!’ Miss Chester told me so !”’ There was a general laugh at Bert's ex- pense; but the young man was not a bit ahashed and retorted promptly. becoming repentant!” “She didn’t think I was an angel the night — I discovered her with that stolen bracelet on | her arm, you bet! But, by the way, Marion, : did I ever tell you what she said to me that _ evening? I forgot it a second after, but it’s a just come back to me this minute.” | “What was it, Bert? ~ Do tell us!” asked a dozen voices, and as many heads popped promptly out of the car windows. “Why, she said if Temple discharged her she would meet us in Columbus, and that she | would find some way of oTEwe her ac- e counts with us!” : - “Why, what in the world could she have | against us?” asked Marion, wonderingly, a am stire we were all as kind as possible! q Not many managers would have been so 3 courteous or so kind as Mr. Temple!’’ | “Oh, she’s just naturally bad, I guess!’’ re- “4 marked Miss Ellis. “I remember, now that Bert speaks of it, she did make some threats. She’s got it in for Bert for not falling in oxy with her!” “Well, if that is Bert’s worst fault, I fancy — we can all forgive him,” e .- ‘ said Marion, sweet- ly; “but don’t let us worry about. an idle threat. A woman who was caught in dishon- esty as Miss Chester was, 1s quite apt to turn | though — I could never just see how one could ever | avenge his own evil deeds unless it was by © what she chooses to call ‘revengeful,’ “She’ll never repent! She isn’t built that 7 way,” called out Orrin Olcott, the ‘villain ;” j “but say, tell me, somebody, what is going to — happen? Is there a tornado coming, or is — that just a squall? I’ve been looking at that. 4 black cloud for five minutes, and it’s getting me nervous.” ‘Bert glanced up at the sky and was about to speak, when Bob Hinton and Gray came running up from the wash-out, a “Get under cover quick, Jackson! There +3 going to be a comicbooks-com going to be a blow! And it’s