Marion Marlowe's Peril, or, A Mystery Unveiled — page 13: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. thoroughly that she did not disguise her Still, few men would be so vin- He must be without a heart if he can so torture feelings. dictive as to seek revenge for that. this poor mother!” A stylish team was standing before the entrance of a hotel a few blocks distant, and as the young girl passed a strange coinci- dence happened. A tiny poodle had strayed out of the building and close upon its heels came a big, brutal-looking negro. He had just raised one foot to give the poor creature a kick when Marion sprang forward and snatched it from the pavement. “Stop! How dare you?” she cried, as she faced the fellow furiously. The negro stopped short and glared at her savagely. “Vou are a brute to kick a little dog,” “nck, fel me wi owns it so that I can restore it to them!” “Yo’ better drop dat dog, miss, ’fo’ I tak’ him away from yo’,” said the negro, sullenly. she said, severely. “Yo’ doan hab no right to interfere in dis hyar biz, no how!” “T have a right to interfere whenever I see a helpless creature being abused,” said Marion, boldly, “and as for your taking him - away from me, you had beter not try it!” “Quite right, and I thank you for your kindness, miss!” called a pleasant voice as a gentleman came hurriedly from the hotel corridor. Marion looked up at the speaker with a smile on her red lips, but her eyes were still snapping with indignation. “Is this your dog, sir?” she asked, hand- “Tt he is, 1 ad- vise you to give that brute a few instructions in the care of him in future.” ing the little creature over. “I'd brain him if he was my nigger!” said the gentleman, sternly ;.““but I am only call- ang here with my sister, and it seems that a3 her pet has gotten away from her., I beg you will accept our thanks for protecting him so nobly.”’ He had spoken as naturally as possible, but there was a look on his face that puz- zied Marion. i | “Thinks he knows me, I guess,” was her rapid mental conclusion. “Or my face must remind him of some one else—there can be no other reason for his staring so strangely.” “T love animals,” she said simply, in an- swer to his thanks, “and this little fellow is a beauty! I am glad I was in time to pre- vent that brute from hurting him!’ She gave the negro a cutting glance of re- proof as she spoke and then nodded pleas- antly to the gentleman, with a brief “Good- morning.” He raised his hat as if she were a queen, and Marion could feel his eyes upon her long after she had passed him. The young girl walked on rapidly, the Suddenly she short on the walk and drew her smile still curving her lips. stopped “clippings” from her pocket. “Oh, how dreadful!’ she gasped as she selected a photograph from the bunch. “That was Oliver Dayton, ‘the man in the case,’ and to think, I thought by his face that he was an honorable gentleman, and yet those two models said he was at the bottom of all the trouble!" CHAPTER V. MARION MAKES A DISCOVERY. Marion was thinking so deeply as she walked along that she hardly noticed which way she was going, but suddenly the sound of a sob attracted she her attention and turned around quickly. A boy of some ten years was just behind her. He was weeping pitifully, and his eyes were red from the emotion. GOmlGeoooks (CO)