Marion Marlowe's Cleverness, or, Exposing a Bold Fraud — page 3: what you’re looking at

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N/A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Eentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. ¥. Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. No. 8. NEW YORK, November 17, 1900. Price Five Cents. Marion Marlowe's Cleverness; OR, EXPOSING A BOLD FRAUD. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAP ERR -Ia) > . York Star, was hurrying across Broadway after a look in at the opera, while Professor Arden, a pianist of high repute, was crossing “Hello! Beg pardon, my friend! I am _ rapidly from the opposite direction. A MB®ETING OF FRIENDS. afraid I was a bit careless! Thought you'd As they shook hands the genial musician been run into by a steam engine or an auto- did not relax his grasp, but drew his friend mobile, didn’t you?” slowly over to his side of the pavement. “Oh, it isn’t so bad as that, professor, but “IT say, Everett, ’m in a deuce of an un- it’s a deucedly poor way to say how d’ye do pleasantness,”’ he said, hurriedly, “and you to a fellow !”’ are the man who can help me out! I’ve been “What! Howard Everett! Well, Pll be trying to see you for a week—but tell me blest! It’s just my luck to tun against you, quickly, are you familiar with the Italian lan- old boy; but what a way for a humble musi- guage?” cian to treat a critic!” r Howard Everett stared as he answered the The two gentlemen who had so suddenly question. come into violent collision stopped and shook “I’m a pretty fair ‘dago,*or I was once,” hands cordially under the lee of their um- he said, briefly; “but languages slip from brellas. : one—lI used to be quite a linguist.” It was a dark, stormy night—even the rain He was seeking to read the professor's face, was warm and oppressive. The streets of but because of the slouched felt hat and high New York were nearly deserted, far even the turned collar he found it an exceedingly diffi- crowds from the theatres seemed to have all cult task at that moment. taken cabs or cars to their different destina- “But what is your scrape, -Arden? tions. Howard Everett, musical critic for the New Count on me to help you,” he added, quickly. “A man with a pianissimo like yours ought to COmicboooks.€© mn