Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 3 of 38
Marion Marlowe's Peril, or, A Mystery Unveiled — page 3: what you’re looking at
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ney MY QUE = A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN lssued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Eentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. NEW YORK, November 3, 1900. Price Five Cents MIGRION JIURRLOWE'S ARROW ESCAPE: OR, A MYSTERY UNWVEILED. By GRACE SHIRLEY. PEAPIER #: *"ARION GETS WORK AS A REPORTER. It was Monday morning and Sylvester ‘Horton, city editor of the New York Star, was seated at his desk with a terrible frown upon his handsome features. , Reporters were coming and going, and there were a score of people scribbling at long tables and desks, while a dozen type- writers and two telegraph instruments kept -up a continual clicking that added materially to the business-like hum of the department. Suddenly Mr. his desk with unusual viciousness. “Tell Villard I want him!’’ he said, to the boy who answered. Mr. Villard, an assistant, left his desk and went at once to his superior. Horton touched a bell on He was a pale, slight, young man, with a nervous, ex- citable manner. “Mr. Villard!” “Yes, Mr. #79 Horton! “Is week ?”’ Miss Spencer specially busy this “She has the Dobbs affair and the wom- en’s clubs; yes, she’ll be rushed all the week, or at least until Friday.” “How about Miss Dent and Miss Allyn?” “Miss Dent is at home, sick—Miss Allyn is here. She can speak for herself, but I guess she’s got her hands full, all right.”, “Well, I need one of them badly! There’s Tell Miss Al- lyn to come here; I wish to see her!” a big Sunday story in sight! Mr. Villard bowed and crossed the room Miss.) Alma Allyn, Star’s most experienced reporters, was sit- ting ata desk writing. In a minute Miss Allyn was at Mr. Hor- ton’s side, to where one of the She was a fine-looking, stylishly- dressed woman, about twenty-five years of age, with an alertness of manner that Ways made her noticeable. al- “Miss Allyn, do you remember that story ECOnniclooolks CO