Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 5: what you’re looking at

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= MY ‘QUEEN. He was a handsome young fellow, whose ‘full name was Philip Dunlap, but, when his companion spoke to him, he omitted the last name purposely. “It isn’t the game that is so dangerous as “I did a little _ trick of this same kind here about a year ago, and the bother of it is the authorities have not forgotten me.” the place,” was the answer. “Then wouldn’t it be advisable to move the scene of action farther on?” asked the young fellow, carelessly. “I don’t see the sense of running any chances.” | A contemptuous laugh broke from the older mian’s lips, and his eyes were fixed upon his companion in a look of disgust. | “You'll find this business is all chance, my young man, before you are through with it. We have to follow our game—it isn’t likely that our game will follow us; and there’s a rich haul in this city to-night if we are clever enough to capture it.” “You mean Dr. Brookes, the rich chap who is indulging a fad at present. at acting in the Temple Theatrical Company, and wears a watch and chain that are worth He is playing a small fortune.” . 7 “And carries something of a wad, as well as a check-book,” added the other. “He’s a tenderfoot, you might say, in this part of the country, and—well, there’s a place down on Pike street that you and I both know! » Now, if the doctor could be induced to walk in that direction, say, some time after the performance this evening “111 do that part if you'll do the rest,” was the prompt answer. “I’ve got a story that will do for his ears. individual, and a tale of want and woe will He’s a philanthropic catch him.” “Phen I'll look for him to walk by Gerry’s on Pike street at midnight or a little after and remember, Phil, this is a fair and square divvy. There ought to be a cool two thou- sand in the fellow. But we'll know better about that when we get a look at his check- book.” Then both looked involuntarily to- ward a cigar store on the corner. =, “That girl came from New York, you can bet,” said the young man, indifferently, as they both started to replenish their pockets with their favorite weed. “She’s got the city I can tell a New York girl the whole world over.” style, and an Eastern city at that. “Her companion was a mighty stylish girl, too,” was the suddenly pleasant answer. | | “Not so beautiful, of course, but striking and attractive. Well, if we’ve got to stay in this town for twenty-four hours longer it strikes me there is our chance for a little entertain- ment.” This last was said for the benefit of the store-keeper, who had come forward with alacrity to wait on his customers. . “But they are gone from our gaze, and as we are not detectives, but only poor commer- cial travelers, we can’t very well shadow | them,” said Phil Dunlap, laughing; then he suddenty stopped short and stared at a picture upon the counter. “There she is! Or, at least, there’s her picture!” he cried, pointing at a lithograph of a beautiful woman. “Well, of all things, Denison, the girl is an actress! She’s Miss Marion Marlowe, the star of the Temple Theatrical Company !” s — ll EE The two men stared at each other for a minute, then the elder suddenly recovered his composure. , “Ve gods! who would have thought that beautiful girl was an actress! Why, she looked more like a field daisy straight from her father’s farm! The picture doesn’t do her justice, Phil; but those lithographs never do, they are a libel on beauty. She’s as much handsomer than that as—well, as I am than you. That’s the best comparison I can make, old fellow !” “T'll forgive you your comparison, because cComigbooks: co e