Marion Marlowe's Disappearance, or, Almost a Crime — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Ao Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. : all I want to know. Entered According to Act af Congre CHAPTER I. A HORSEWHIPPING ON BROADWAY. Well, that is Those women are all “So she is an actress, is she? alike—a lot of ghameless, brazen creatures!” This remark was made by a red-faced, flashily-dressed man, who was standing just outside of the entrance to a Broadway thea- tre, about eleven: o’clock one crisp morning in the late fall. “But she’s different, Watson; she’s just a simple country girl,’ said his companion, a youth of nineteen, who was a little more re- fined in appearance. “She don’t wear low necks, nor tights, nor any of those things, and the papers can’t think of anything too good to say about her.” “Bosh! ‘That don’t cut any ice!” said the MY QUE] rs _ferpawecnty JOURNAL FOR YoU - Fentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET cs in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of C NEW YORK, eeatber 8, ’ SMITH, 239 William St., N.Y. INV ESS, Vite Mtadton: tod 1900. Price Five Cents. OR, ALMOST A CRIME. - By GRACE SHIRLEY. red-faced man, sneeringly. “That only means that she’s got a friend at court. There’s some fellow on the papers that she’s standing in with. Oh, you can’t tell me anything about actresses, sonny.” “Perhaps I can tell you a little something about them, Mr. Dan Watson,” said a gen- tleman who had been standing just a few feet back in the entrance, and who had heard distinctly every word that the fellow had said. As he stepped out toward the vile-mouthed fellow his black eyes snapped ominously, and his handsome face was pale with anger. “If you were speaking of the lady who just entered the manager’s office, I can give you some information. May [| inquire if you hap- pened to be speaking of that lady?” Dan Watson, who was a well-known but Cconniclooolks (CO) in