Marion Marlowe's Noble Work, or, The Tragedy at the Hospital — page 15: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. ‘voice rang out like a silver bugle as she cried: “Don’t you dare to strike that woman, officer! Shame on you, you brute! I will report your conduct!” “And then what happened?” asked Miss Allyn, excitedly. “Then the ‘cop’ fell back and looked ashamed of himself, and Marion jumped ‘down from the carriage and started for the woman and the crowd made way for her as though she was an empress—and she didn’t look unlike one, either, you bet, for her head was up in the air and her eyes just shot sparks at them! Oh, Marion just knocked them speechless! I tell you she is a dandy!” “Go on with your story!” said Dr. Brookes, still anxiously. “I want to know exactly what happened after that.” “Why, Marion got hold of the woman and coaxed her to the carriage and when the woman told her where she lived she ordered the driver to go there and my! how the crowd yelled when they drove off together.” “Then there is no knowing where she is said Dr. ; Lae brave girl may have been imposed upon by *7 now? Brookes, hastily. the drunken woman! Have you any idea what address she gave her?”’ Bert Jackson looked crestfallen for about a minute, then a ray of joy illumined his features. “I wasn’t near enough to hear the ad- dress,’ he said, quickly. ‘You see, I was riding by with my adopted father, and it was only by a good bit of coaxing that I made him let me off, but a man in the crowd told me that the woman was May Osgood, and that she was an actress from some theatre or other.”’ “Great H ri 'G ? eavens! reenaways sweet- heart!” cried Reginald Brookes, “and drunk on the street!” 7 As the others were staring at him, he hast- 13 ened to explain, and before he had finished another peal of the bell startled them. “This is surely Marion!” cried Dollie, darting down the stairs. But once more she was doomed to bitter disappointment, for half way down the first flight she met Mr. Ray and his sister, both pale as ghosts, and Adele almost crying. “Oh, what is it?” gasped Dollie, who thought only of her sister. “Has anything happened? Have you heard from Marion?” Not even Miss Allyn thought to introduce the two gentlemen, but without a moment's hesitation Mr. Ray stepped straight up to the doctor. “You and Bert must come with me right “Miss Marlowe has been inveigled into an awful trap, and +9 away!’ he said, quickly. it depends on us to get her out of it!” “Tm ready!’ cried Bert, clenching his fists and setting his teeth. “Lead the way!” said Dr. Brookes, snatch- ing up his hat immediately. ‘Have you a revolver?” was Mr. Ray’s as- tonishing question. Miss Allyn rushed to her trunk and brought out a small weapon, “I keep it for burglars; it’s better than , nothing,” she said, briefly; “but how about the police? Can’t they aid you in this matter?” “They would only bungle. it,” was Mr. Ray’s ‘evasive reply. “Marion has been lured into the apartments of a wicked woman and while I do not fear that she will meet with bodily harm zi Miss Allyn interrupted him before he could finish. “Go, at once!” she said, quickly, “we will be calm and wait for you.” As the three young men tramped noisily down the stairs, poor, frightened Dollie went promptly into hysterics. “Hush! Don’t cry, Dollie!’ said Miss Comicboooks.€O