A Wonderful Secret, or Marion Marlowe's Discovery — page 4: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN — A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN dssued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year [p01 in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 27. NEW YORK, March 30, 1901. Price Five Cents. A WONDERFUL SECRET; OR, MARION MARLOWE’S DISCOVERY. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I IN THE FARMHOUSE KITCHEN. “Marthy!” “Yes, Joshuy.” “Hev ye got it through yer head yet, Mar- thy? Kin ye believe ther news is trew in thet air letter, thet our leetle gal hez actoo- ally got er fortin?” “It don’t seem possible, an’ thet’s a fact! It’s ther stranges’ thing I ever heerd on, Joshuy!” Marion Marlowe’s old father and mother looked at each other as they spoke, and then Joshua Marlowe glanced with a critical eye around the farmhouse kitchen. “T reck’n now, she won’t never want ter come home ag’in, an’ I don’t blame her a bit, Marthy—ther old place aint over invitin’. It’s heaps better’n it wuz when she left it, tho’, cuz we’ve hed more money ter spend on it sence then, thanks tew her an’ Dollie.” “Yes, indeed, our darters hev been good ter us, an’ no mistake,” said Mrs. Marlowe, with the tears springing to her eyes. “An’ I can’t jest say, Joshuy, thet we’ve allus de- sarved it. I aint forgot how bad yew treat- ed Dollie, an’ yet she fergive yew for it, an’ so did Marion.” . “Neither hev I forgot it, Marthy, so yew don’t need tew remind me,” retorted the old farmer, a little testily. “I ain’t never got done repentin’ my hardness tew Dollie, an’ tew think fer months we’ve been a livin’ on ther tew on ’em, ’ceptin’ ther little we took fer boardin’ Maggie.” Mrs. Marlowe wiped her eyes and a smile stole over her features. “Thet makes me think of somethin’, Joshuy,” she said, brightly. “What dew yew think Maggie told me ther day she wuz mar- ried? Thet it wuz our Marion who rescued her from thet awful place where she wuz shet up an’ taught to lie an’ cheat an’ steal; an‘ wuss, fer all I know, fer she wouldn't never tell me, an’ it wuz Marion ayhe-sent hoe thes O (CO)