Marion Marlowe in St. Louis, or, A Forger's Bold Deed — page 3: what you’re looking at

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YQ JA } } —— FFKIY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN fssucd Weekly—By Subscription f2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 278 Wiltiam Wars Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year 1908 in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 19. NEW YORK, February 2, 1901. Price Five Cents. OR, A FORGER’S BOLD DEED. . By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. ~ A PLOT. “Well, if this isn’t exasperating! We are in a nice box, Mab! I am so-disgusted that t have a good mind to throw up the whole thing, shake the smoke of this blooming old city from my auburn wig and make tracks for New York to-morrow morning. Oh, dear! Vm hoodooed! Jonahed! There’s no use de- nying it. | wonder if there is a fortune- teller to be found anywhere in the limits of beautitul St. Louis!” | The speaker, a fairly good-looking girl of cighteen, drew a long breath as she finished, and then stood staring at her companion, waiting for an answer. Her name was Lou Leland, and her pro- tession that of an actress. Both she and ber friend, Mabel Maitland, had just been engaged by the Temple Theatrical Company to play minor réles in their productions dur- ing the week in St. Louis. Mabel was just diving into the depths of a big theatrical trunk, but she straightened up suddenly when her companion finished her exclamation. “What’s broke now, Lou?” she asked, in- differently. “Isn’t the manager good-look- ing enough to suit your fastidious taste, or has he discovered what a dizzy fake you are? Out with it, ducky, and perhaps you’ll feel better !”’ “Oh, [ll tell fast enough! I cduldn’t keep it to myself if I tried,” said Lou, as she be- gan making grimaces at herself in the mir- ror of the dressing-case. “Now, what do you suppose made me join this company, anyway, Mab? Nothing in the wide, wide world but because the manager was good-looking, the leading-man handsome and the comedian a perfect darling! Would you believe it, when I saw Dr. Reginald ‘Brookes my head began to whirl: but when these lustrous orbs rested upon the chiseled features of that kid, Bert Jackson. I simply lost my mental equilibrium altogether! Went daft, you might say; and my brains positive- — Marion Marlowe in St. Louis; COMiICcaooks (CO)