Marion Marlowe in Salt Lake City — page 15: what you’re looking at

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3 ae . 4 * we — ¥ cried, i Marion. ing some ill-will against her. the clock. MY QUEEN. friendship for me. Why can you not decide together what is best for my good? It is very painful to me to think that you should disagree or that there should ever be a word of unpleasantness between you.” She spoke so pleadingly that in an instant her companion looked ashamed. It was not the first time that he had allowed his jeal- ousy of the young physician to get the bet- ~ ter of his chivalry. “Hurry, Marion! We want you!” called Miss Ellis at that moment. Mr. Temple bowed and turned away, and Marion ran on to her room, ther cheeks flushed with emotion. Mrs. Burnside and Ida Inez were in the room now, and, as the young girl entered, she was greeted with a question from the latter. “Did Jackets tell you or haven’t you seen him this morning, Marion? ~Those two poor runaway Indians are in the guard-house over at the garrison! I think it is a shame!’’ she ndignantly. _ “And the sergeant has not been court- _martialed yet,” added Mrs. Burnside. “Jackets saw him in town this morning, and he says the feHow pumped him about you, He wanted to know for sure if you were coming to the ball at the barracks, and how many members os the ey would be apt to be with you.” “Now, what the mischief is he driving at?’ asked Miss Allyn, thoughtfully. “He’il be keeping company with the Indians in the guard-house by to-night, so it will not make very much difference to him who comes with Marion. Ten to one the fellow is harbor- Thank good- ness he will have no opportunity to display “Hurry, girls! It is almost time for re- hearsal!” cried Miss Ellis, with a glance at “Come on and get some coffee and then let’s plan what we will do. We haven't begun to see half of this. checker- board city.” “It is rather geometrical, isn’t it?” said Miss Allyn, as she seated herself at the table. “The blocks are as even as though they had been laid out with a T-square, and those lit- tle rivers along the streets are too funny for -_ + ‘as she glanced over her letters. 13 anything. I feel like bending a pin and go- ing fishing whenever I see them!” “T jest seen er skorpyun!” piped Jackets, from his seat beside his mother. ‘An’ say, did it gimme de creeps fer fair! Talk erbout yer centypeeds, w’y dis beast kin walk all over dem!” “Oh, Jackets! Don’t speak of such crea- tures at the table!’”’ cried his mother, quickly. Jackets subsided with a crestfallen air. “Hello! Here they come! Not the scor- pions or the centipedes, but the mash notes!” called Bert, as a bell-boy came in, carrying a tray of letters and handed them to Marion. “T’ll bet there’s one each from the whole front row! Now be ready, to count when Marion opens them!” Dr. Brookes took a seat at the table as . Marion opened the first letter, and the others glanced at him slyly, but he was as calm and smiling as ever. His disagreement with Mr. Temple had not affected his manner, and Marion drew a ‘breath of relief when she saw how pleasantly he greeted her. She had not offended him, then, by dining with Mr. Canton and his wife. It was only Mr. Temple who had aroused his anger. “They are not ‘mash notes’ at all, or, if they are, they are a new variety,” she said, “Here are two invitations to visit the Tabernacle, three to dine with the wives and families of m¥ admirers, and four requests to add ‘Romeo and Juliet’ to my repertoire, if possible, and one—oh, Alma, do listen to this! Here is one very urgent request for me to join the Mormons and receive the manifold blessings of their beautiful religion!” “Well, I'll be jiggered! nerve!” cried Bert, excitedly.. “They have a right to think it beautiful, I suppose,” said Alma, quickly; “but who is the request from, one of the elders, I sup- pose, Marion?” The young girl glanced at the signature at the bottom of the sheet. “It is signed Mrs. Artemas V. Canton,” she said, with a gasp, “but, Alma, it isn’t her writing at all. Why, I have a note from her in my pocket this minute!” If that isn’t GOMlGooo Sa(CO)