Marion Marlowe's Money, or, Brave Work in the Slums — page 25: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. - | CHAPTER XI. THE ARREST OF LIZ GREEN. “Tt is Annie, I can swear to it,’ said the old man, in an undertone, and this time Marion turned around completely so that she could see the woman. For just a moment she could hardly be- lieve her eyes; then a second look revealed that she was right; it was the woman Liz Green, whom her companion had called “Annie.” 3 ; “Why, you saw her to-day in the car,” she tried to say, but the old man did not hear her ; he had risen from his seat. Suddenly Henry Fairfax touched the arm of his companion lightly. Marion and her escort were just behind them, and both no- ticed the motion. _ “There’s our thief,” said Fairfax, in a loud, stern tone. “She has the ring on now _ —quick, Turner, arrest her!” There was a shriek of dismay as the woman felt a hand on her arm; in a second it was taken up, until it seemed as if half the women in the room were shrieking. The old man darted forward, with Marion - at his heels. As the suspected girl half rose from the table, she found herself facing her own father. ‘ = “Annie! Annie!” cried the old man, in a. ringing voice. “My God! Father!’’ echoed the girl, as she dropped back into her chair. The next instant her glance fell on the face of Marion Marlowe. “You're my prisoner, Liz,’ remarked the detective, sternly. “I want you for stealing _ Madame Leopold’s jewels. You are wearing _. one of her rings this very minute.” The girl’s eyes were riveted on her father’s _ face. She neither heard nor heeded what the detective was saying. “Take her around to the station house, Tom,” said Fairfax again. Then he turned __ and, for the first time, caught sight of Marion. | “Great Heaven! You here! Why, what _ does this mean, Miss Marlowe?” he asked, — quickly, _- Marion pointed to the old farmer, who now __ had his arms around his daughter. p “IT came with him—to find her,” she an- ‘23 swered, simply. “Oh, how dreadful for the poor man! I am afraid. it will kill him!” “Never mind him! You must get out of this!” cried Mr. Fairfax, decidedly. ; He moved close to the old farmer, who was holding his daughter in his arms, and en- deavoring to shield her as much as possible from the gaze of those who crowded about the table. “T shall take Miss Marlowe home. I am her friend,” he said, in the farmer’s ear; “then I’ll_come back to the station house and do what I can for your daughter.”. Five minutes later they were in the street, and he was hurrying Marion away from that wretched quarter. “Oh, do tell me all about it; were her first words. “Why, do you know, I thought I would die when he said Liz Green was his daughter.” : “What do you know of Liz Green?’ asked Fairfax, quickly. “This is a curious mixup. I don’t understand it at all, Miss Marlowe.” “Say, rather, a curious coincidence,” was Marion’s answer; then she told him her ex- perience with the wretched woman. “It was more than a coincidence; it was the hand of fate,” said Mr. Fairfax, as she finished. “I may be superstitious, but I be- lieve in that firmly.” “It is wonderful, anyway,’ was Marion’s answer; “but so many wonderful things have happened in my life that I am beginning to look upon them almost with tranquillity.” “You certainly are remarkably cool,” was the reply. “Why, that sight to-night was enough to break the heart of a veteran.” “Oh, I have grieved over them both all day,’ said Marion, sighing. ‘“Someway the scene to-night was what I rather expected. I knew he would find her, and was half pre- pared for it. But the jewels, Mr. Fairfax; I am so anxious to know about them! It is dreadful for him to find her with this added disgrace.” “We can help him in that,” said Mr. Fair- fax, quietly. “To-morrow morning, in the Police Court, we will help her, you and I. My only regret is that we cannot clear her altogether.” COMIEOOOKS. CO im