Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 22: what you’re looking at

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“Well, I’m glad they’ve got It’s a feather girl's figure. him safely under lock and key. in your cap, at any rate, Fairfax!” “Not as big a one as I would like,” said . the ambitious young fellow. “If I could catch that rascal, Holbrook, I’d be almost fl _ “Come on, you two,” called out Miss Allyn, E sftly, appearing at that moment with her “wraps on. “We are all ready and waiting. % “Do we take a carriage or a street-car to go to ‘Gerry’s’?” me | y Pee, CHAPTER IX. we “GERRY S..”’ dl Tever saw! Do be careful, Marion! Those tracks are so slippery! Why, if one of those engines should. ever td6t, I’d collapse com- ] Jetely?” } = 4 Alma Allyn was picking her way over the net-work of tracks in one of the dirtiest, pecs portions of the city. _ The party had been forced to leave the “carriage several blocks away ae were trying ‘to make'their way to “Gerry’s.’ _ Railroad hands, their faces black with soft -oal-dust, were all about and there seemed to be dozens upon dozens of cars of all descrip- tions with puffing, snorting engines bobbing in _all directions. Mr. Temple and Marion were ahead and iad almost cleared the tracks, when Miss Allyn suddenly gave a shout of victory. “There it is! There’s ‘Gerry’s’! Great Scott, what a place! Why it’s a combination hotel and tool-shed with a rum-shop attach- _ “Be careful,” warned Olcott. _ speak so loud, Miss Allyn! 5 en may be Gerry himself!” ell guess you are right,” said Miss Allyn, promptly, lowering her voice ; then she picked eee, Be ps Se * “Don’t Al > MY QUEEN. “Well, of all the dingy, dirty places that © One of these LY her way through. the black mud that served as the only sidewalk. 7 “Hello! Is that a policeman?” asked Ol- cott, softly, as he and his companion finally reached Mr. Temple and Marion. “If it is, he’s a sleepy looking segfinel, all right, but perhaps it pays him to see as little as pos- sible.” “He may be faking,” Allyn. -“Do speak to him, Mr. Temple, and ask him if that is the one and only ‘Gerry’s.’ ” Mr. Temple left them at once and strode whispered Miss cver to the officer. He came back with a look upon ene that baffled description. “What did the say?’ asked Miss Allyn, quickly; ‘did he explain why he went. to and did*~ he apologize for wearing a uniform that would seep and nodded at his post, be a disgrace to a coal-heaver ?” “No, he didn’t favor me with so much of said “T asked him the question that you suggested, Miss Allyn, and his valuable conversation as all. that,” Mr. Temple, chuckling. he—well he referred me to a hot place that is © mentioned in the Bible; and, thinking discre- tion the better part of valor, I thanked him, and in the language of nations ‘considered the incident closed,’ for the present.”’ Alma Allyn looked back at the officer of. the law as Mr. Temple finished speaking ; the next moment her eyes Were sparkling and she had hard work to keep from exclaiming, “Didn't you suspect at first?” whispered “IT was almost sure it was he the minute I saw him. Don’t look [ am sure he wouldn’t like Marion, in her ear. again, Alma! it bp. “There are two or three more of them up ” observed Mr. Temple, who had suddenly understood her. the tracks, “Fairfax is right —the police are watching. Now, the thing is—have they investigated the interior of ‘Gerry’s’?” DOOKS (c©) COMMU