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; Marion went back to the Rosedale right after the funeral. She would have staid if it had been necessary, but her aunt did not need her. b “A rich widow makes friends easily,” said N rs. Stanton, at parting. ‘They are always S0—sO interesting, you know. Oh, I shall tt be so very lonely, Marion, for of course still, i | shall be glad to see Bat child, if yOu, wish : to come and see me.’ _ “T am sure your friends will comfort you,” - said Marion, with just a tinge of irony in her voice. _ The widow sighed heavily ie her lids ‘drooped with becoming sadness. “is J have scores of friends who will call; “TI shall miss dear Frederic terribly,” she good man indeed, and such a shining light in fe shionable society !” “Marion turned away after this. A simple t 9 shake ended her duty in that direction. r back to the hotel. He was radiantly happ py over the termination of the tragedy. “a Ff st think, that “‘Dago’ trickster and the | “lay yer will both go to prison for ten years t I east,”’ he said to her as they drove along, . 4 Sy friend, the professor, is in communi- ation with the wife. She i is in dreadful cir- - 3 umstances, poor girl, but, of course, that will 2 remedied soon, for as quick as a di- rorce can be secured my friend will marry 4 — see, he was not so famous when he snew her as he i is now,” he went on. “There vas “no beephedeor,’ on his name, and, in fact, ne ‘Arden’ either. These artists have a trick of assuming new names when they become fan ous, just as critics do, also, sometimes, I Stippose I must not blame him.” pi am sure he is a noble fellow!” cried Ma ion, enthusiastically. “TI could see that MY QUEEN. sa said, with a sigh, “for he was really a very. . Everett came with a carriage to take - 27 he was your friend the moment he spoke of you.” 3 “T am fortunate in having good friends,” said the critic, smiling. Marion looked up and found him gazing at her rapturously. “Well, I guess you deserve them!” she said, impulsively. “Few men would go to jail, even for a few hours, out of friendship. for another.” “T would go to a far worse place for you, Marion,” he said, half jokingly ; but there was a tenderness in his tones that thrilled through every fibre of her being. “Oh, don’t, Mr. Everett!’ teed the fair girl, softly. “Let us be good friends, al- ways, just the very best and truest!” “As if you could be anything else,” said Mr. Everett, gayly, at the same time turning his head to hide the tears that trembled on his lashes. “True and loyal,” repeated Marion, who “That is but here we are at the felt that she had to say something. my motto, I guess; Rosedale.” There was a handshake and a “good- night,’ and the two friends parted. Another tragedy had been enacted in which Marion Marlowe took a part and, as usual, its termination found her firm, unspotted and victorious. THE END. Our next issue (No. 9 of My Qusen) will detail another startling experience in the life of Marion Marlowe. Her success as an amateur detective in the Stanton case ren- ders it certain that “Marion Marlowe's Skij] or, A Week as a Private Detective,” will be well worth reading. CORRICL OO (C S) (SO) im