Marion Marlowe's Christmas Eve, or, The Treachery of a Factory Inspector — page 3: what you’re looking at

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ia MY QU Issued Weekly. Fentered as Se By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered According to Act of Congress No. 13. mere) A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN are cond Class Matter at the N. W.Y in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 2378 William St., NEW YORK, December 22, 1900. Price Five Cents, ORION MOARLOWE’S CHRISTMAS EVE: OR, THE TREACHERY OF A FACTORY INSPECTOR. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER. A NOBLE MISSION. Just as a church clock tolled the hour of eight ona clear winter morning, a young girl, radiant with health and beauty, tripped _hlightiy down the steps of a magnificent man- sion on Fifth avenue. Although nearly a week before Christmas the holiday spirit was in the air, and a smile of health and happiness lit up the girl’s face as she walked briskly along. Suddenly she heard a voice calling to her and she turned her head quickly to see who it was. “Good-morning, Miss Marlowe. What an early bird you are! Whoever would have ex- pected to meet you at this hour of the morn- ing !” A top Stanhope, such as physicians use, had been drawn up to the curb, and, as the young girl looked around quickly, she rec- ognized Dr. Reginald Brookes, one of her oldest and dearest friends in the city. “Oh, Dr. Brookes, I am so glad to see you! But how tired you look! Is some patient very ill, that you are so pale and worried 2” she asked, quickly. Dr. Brookes gave an order to his colored driver and sprang out of the carriage as he spoke : “Drive home, John. I will walk—that 1S, it [| may have your company a part of the Miss Marlowe,’ “I shall be delighted,” said Marion Mar- lowe, way, honestly; “for } have such lots of things that I wish to tell you.” ~And I, have so many ask,”’ laughed the doctor. rolled away. too, questions to as the carriage "Really, Marion, I’ve been dv- ing to see you ever since your advent into society.” ©, CORNICLOO® SS (GO