Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 4: what you’re looking at

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— MY QU ere A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N.Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N.Y. Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year 1901 in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 18. NEW YORK, January 26, 1901. Price Five Cents. MARION MARLOWE IN INDIANAPOLIS: OR, THE ADVENTURE OF DOCTOR BROOKES. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. A PLOT BY - RASCALS. “By Jove, Holbrook! Look at that beauti- ful girl! The one in the carriage, | mean. Gad! isn’t she a stunner!” | The exclamation was made by a _ well- dressed, shrewd-looking.young man, who was standing with a companion on a corner of the principal thoroughfare in the city of Indian- apolis. As he uttered the exclamation his compan- ion, who was a much older man, turned and glared at him furiously. , “Didn't I tell you not to call me by that name?’ he asked, in a low but angry tone. “Holbrook will do for New York or Bos- ton, but not for Chicago or Indianapolis. Don’t forget, young man, that you are in a dangerous business, and that it will pay you to be just a little bit cautious.” The young man had not taken his eyes ovo 4 a from the carriage, and if the angry retort alarmed him, he did not show it. “Look at her, Denison—if that suits you better ! see a face like that again. never have a chance to Why, talk about She’s Helen and Cleopatra and all the rest of them put together!’ he You may Fielen of Troy! went on, glibly. “She’s a stunner, all right! Sweetest face “Who the Must be a J ever saw,” assented the other. deuce is she, do you suppose? stranger in the city.” “T’ve seen her before, I’m sure of it,” said the younger man, with a puzzled look on his face; “but I suppose it is no time to think of pretty girls now. As you say, we are up against a dangerous business.” He put his fingers in his vest pocket idly in search of a cigar, but there was none there. so he drew out a pencil and balanced it idly between his fingers. | EOMMICHOOOKS.€O©