Marion Marlowe Entrapped, or, The Victim of Professional Jealousy — page 8: what you’re looking at

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6 . _ “and I followed and saved her; he was Pro- fessor Dabroski, the Hypnotist.” “Fleavens! What an experience!” said the woman, feigning great sympathy. “Did he— did he wrong her, Ila? But you need not answer ; I see it pains you.” “I do not know,” said the girl, very sadly, “and poor Dollie will never know, because she has no recollection of her experiences.’ “Well, a man would not meet with much success in your direction,” laughing loudly. said the woman, “TI fancy you'd hold yaqur own and make things lively for the one who tried it.” : “I should certainly resent such an at- tempt,” said the brave girl, sternly, “but I guess I am not so weak as a gteat many women.” “Oh, no, you are a little paragon of virtue,” thought. the woman, bitterly. “You are a wonderful creature, and men love you because you are virtuous.” Aloud she responded, suavely: “Well, I’m glad you are strong, my dear. You will need all your strength to resist the men in our pro- fession.”’ Lay” The carriage stopped before a telegraph of- fice as the woman spoke, and Carlotta leaned over and called to the coachman: Then smilingly : “Bring me a blank and a pencil!” she turned to Marion and _ said, “You must let me send the message to your sister, dear.” Marion told her Dollie’s address, without a moment's suspicion, but she could not help wondering why it took Carlotta so long to write the message. | “lll just write a line of condolence to my friend whose sister is dead while I’m about it,’ said the woman, as she scribbled another message and handed the two, and pencil, to the driver. my Dollie with me to-night,” she just told that you are staying said, calmly, “but to MY QUEEN. _comfortable.” . * with the pad expect you about noon to-morrow; is that right? I can’t possibly think of letting rou leave me before eleven.” “All right,” said Madioes smiling. “I hope she won't be worried. It’s the first time that I have been away from her since I came from the hospital.” “Well, you'll be separated more in future,” vy) thought the woman again, and, as the outlines — of a fiendish plan developed slowly before her vision, her mouth curved in a sneer, which was promptly changed into a smile for -Marion’s benefit. “Here we are at home!” she cried, as the © carriage stopped again. “My flat is not beau- _tiful, but it is very cozy, and you shall have a room to yourself, so you will be perfectly “But [ shall not feel that I am much com- pany for you if I do not remain in the room with you,” said Marion, smiling. “Oh, Vl feel all right just to know that If I can’t sleep+I’ll wake you up and make you talk to me.” _ ' “All right,” said Marion, you are with me. “lll agree to that; but, dear me, what a pretty home!” she - cried, as she stood gazing into the apartment. | “Here's a negligé for you,” said Carlotta, ' gayly, as she took a flimsy wrapper from the _ wardrobe and tossed it to Marion. “It’s a trifle too negligé,” said Marion, laughing, as_she tried to pull the dainty lace ~ up over her white throat and shoulders. * The woman was busy making herself com- fortable also, ‘and as she moved about she talked so gayly and laughed so often that Marion began to wonder if she had forgot- | ten her friend’s dkath- completely. “She must be a queer woman,’ ’ she thought to herself. “She doesn’t need me at all. I wonder why she asked me to come.” The more she thought it over the more it perplexed her. 4 rand go to OOKS. ‘Now we'll have a bite of sup GOMIIGE comm > i. @