Marion Marlowe in Salt Lake City — page 6: what you’re looking at

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3 MY QUEEN. “Oh, Bert!” exclaimed Alma Allyn, who was sitting in the carriage, “the colonel at the garrison has invited Mr. Temple to bring us to the military ball! We are to go to Camp Douglas after the performance of one of our shorter plays Friday evening!” There was a trace of anxiety in her voice as she made the announcement, and, just for a minute, the four friends stared dt each other, “Well, I hope the Indians will be there, if that sergeant is,” said Marion, trying to speak jokingly. “I feel sure that they would ‘stand by me in case of an emergency, but don’t -let’s cross any bridges until we come to them. I shall report that fellow and take what comes, and, anyway, I don’t see how a United States soldier can harm me! must be discipline at the Camp Douglas gar- rison, and I doubt if the fellow will be able to identify me!” “Rats!” remarked Bert, with a glance at> her beautiful face. “A person who once sees Marion Marlowe isn’t apt to forget her, | hut will somebody please answer a question for me! What in thunderation has become of Jackets?” | There was a general craning of necks, and then the driver of the carriage enlightened them. - “If yer mean der kid, he’s gone after ther Injuns. Thet thar is a reg’lar boy trick, yer couldn’t expect nothin’ diff’rent.” CHAPTER II. PRIGHAM YOUNG'S DOUBLE. The Temple Theatrical Company had played in Salt Lake City one night, and on the evening of the second performance Marion was in her dressing-room at the the- atre when Alma Allyn rushed in, her face fished with excitement, “What do you think, Marion! - . 94 . since has come back! After staying away Sic’ Jackets There eleven o'clock this morning he has at last come back to his mother and his duty, and, really, I was positively delighted when Ida Inez told me. I was desperately afraid we had lost our mascot!” | “And that would be dreadful!” said Marion, laughing. “We have had trouble enough even with a mascot in the company. I don’t know what would happen if we were unlucky enough to lose him.” | “I am afraid we are both a little supersti- tious yet, in spite of the fizzle about those — fortunes,” said Alma, mischievously. “Why, when Madame Zhangara told our fortunes in Kansas City we had to pinch ourselves to be reasonable, and yet here we are almost as We think the fate of the Tem- ple Theatrical Company rests on that in- silly as ever. ol fant’s shoulders.”’ “Tt isn’t quite as bad as that,’ was Mart- on’s smiling answer, “but oh, Alma, it was such a relief to have Madame Zhangara’s prophecy explained. I hate to be supersti- tious, for I know it 1s closely allied to ignor- ance, but I guess the wisest of us believe a little in such folly.” “Unfortunately we do,” admitted Alma. “Well, ‘all’s well that ends well,’ and cer- tainly Ajax turned out all right. Instead of robbing the-train, as his mother expected him to, he not only protected it, but killed the robber. Will we ever forget that ride through Kansas, Marion? our list of thrilling experiences!” It is the last on “And I hope it remains the last,” said Marion, soberly, “for, while I am glad I know how to run a locomotive, I hope I shall never have it to do again under such terrible circumstances.” The young girl was sealing a large en- velope as she spoke, and, as she gave it a final pat, she turned to her friend a little anxiously. “You think I do right to report that ugty Eomichooks. com