Marion Marlowe's Money, or, Brave Work in the Slums — page 30: what you’re looking at

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283 “Whether I am really the daughter of old Mother Nance or not, I do not know,” wrote, she “but this I do know, I have not asentiment in common with her. I in conclusion, just feel that I am honest in every fibre of my being, so how can I be the daughter of such a mother?” " “Poor girl, she shall know the truth at said Mr. Fairfax. “We will both write her to-day and tell her all that has happened, once,” She is as free as the pure country air which she is enjoying.” “And I have something to tell Miss Allyn just as soon as I see’her, and that is that a certain young man must be watched very closely, for I fear he has Strong desires to champion every poor girl in creation.” Marion’s eyes were bright, but there were for this young man’s tears in her voice, chivalry had appealed to her strongly. 3) “T guess he has,” said Mr. Fairfax, with a blush, “but I am sure that Miss Allyn will quite approve of that failing.” “Indeed she will; dear, good Alma!” cried Marion, gayly. “Oh, I can hardly wait for an invitation to your wedding!” There was another blush, and Mr. Fairfax. fled. but this fair girl’s fun embarrassed him. He was brave enough in some things, Marion went to her room to-write a let- ter to Maggie, but after removing her hat, she went over and stood by the window. “Oh, she said to you great, wicked city!” “How beautiful you Still, hergelf, with a smile. look in this golden sunlight ! if it were not for the sunlight, I should wish to die! There must be some bewildering glamour to deceive the senses, for a true glimpse of all the misery would drive one to insanity.” She went back to her writing table, feel- ing cheered and encouraged, ‘The musery MY QUEEN. was, for a time, obscured by the sunlight. Only a few days later both Mother Nance and Bob Bennett were properly indicted, and both were tried and sentenced to long terms OI imprisonment. ° ~ Jeremiah Skinner and his daughter’ called upon Marion once. They were on their way to their country home, and both wept with gratitude as they bade her good-by. Maggie Lewis never discovered her real parents after all, but she was as-happy as a lark in Marion’s old home, until she married an honest farmer and went to live near the Marlowes. . ‘ As for Marion, the noble girl went quietly. on her way, doing good with the small for- tune which she had in her possession, and’ endeavoring to cultivate her talents for use- fulness in the future. rs But the hand of fate was pointing her des- tiny, and new and thrilling episodes were soon to put her sterling qualities to the test Once more. THE END. Readers who have just commenced to read My QuEEN, ate advised to procure the back numbers from No. 1 upwards, and read the entire life story of Marion Marlowe, as far as it has been published. By so doing you will become ‘acquainted, not only with our hero- ine, but with the circle of friends who sur- round her, and who appeaf from time to time in the different stories. My QUEEN is 5 cents per copy, at all newsdealers, or by mail, post- paid, from the publishers. All numbers on hand. STREET & SMIT H, 238 William st., N. Xi: . Gomicbooks cor a :