Marion Marlowe Entrapped, or, The Victim of Professional Jealousy — page 19: what you’re looking at

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¥" rs * J e\° MY QUEEN. Be intece of the critic, for he had been the ~ kindest of them all in his daily reviews. As - She stood chatting with him pleasantly, Miss Lindsay came up to her. She looked pale and scared, and her arm was carried pain- fully. , “T thank you for what you did,” she said, in a tremulous voice, “but it would have been better if you hadn’t done it, Ila. [cut my- self on pi¥ose—is it possible that you did not guess it ?” “Hush!” said Marion, sternly. “Don’t say that, Miss ‘Lindsay. I am glad I was.able _ to help you, dear, but you look sick and weak. Can I do anything more for you?” “No, thank you,” said the girl, and then _ she blushed furiously and added: - “Jack is going home with me: He is sorry, he says. Please don’t tell any one what hap- _ pened this evening, will you?” “T certainly will not,” said Marion, kissing her. $ She ‘would have liked*to warn the girl 53 about Green, but another look at the wan, white face quickly silenced the desire. __ “She loves him, and it would kill her if she knew,” she thought. “Oh, why is it that some men are so treacherous to those who love them!” She Hitned back to Mr. Everett with a saddened heart. girl’s face had destroyed Marion’s happiness for the evening. The sorrow in this young “You are very sympathetic, signorita,” said the critic, as he watched her. “Too much so for my own good,” was the fair girl’s answer. “It was because of my in- tense sympathy that I was obliged to resign my position as a nurse. will not also ruin my career as a singer.” “Nothing must ruin that,” was Howard tverett’s quick answer. “You will be great some day, both great and famous. There is a wide difference in those words, although I do hope that it’ 17 many do not seem to know it. A woman with a face and voice like yours should have the world at her feet, and you can, signorita ; you have only to think so.” He spoke softly and tenderly, yet with a masterful tone, and Marion felt the thrill of his words through every fibre of her being. As she glanced up suddenly, their eyes met for a moment; then Marion, with an un- accountable blush, held out her white hand and bade him “good-evening.” CHAPTER IX. THE HIDEOUS CHINAMAN APPEARS AGAIN. When Marion reached her dressing-room aiter leaving Howard Everett she found a note awaiting her. She was about to throw it aside, thinking that it was one of the nightly “mash notes” which she had been receiving all the week, when a sharper glance revealed that the handwriting was familiar. She tore it open hastily and a smile of pleasure lighted her features as she read. It was from Alma Allyn, one of her dear- Miss Allyn told her briefly that she was in the theatre and would be at the stage door to go home with her right after the performance. est friends. Miss Allyn was a newspaper reporter and She had known both the Marlowe girls ever since they came to the city, and it was in her flat that Dollie Marlowe was married. : Since Dollie’s marriage she had been liv- ing alone, but she visited the bride as often as possible. a very clever woman. Marion hurried on her street dress SO as not to keep her waiting, and very soon after eleven o’clock the girls took a cab and were driven up town together. “T have a lot of news for you, Marion,” was Miss Allyn’s greeting, “and now that we have a few minutes together we must GOmilGoooks (GO