Marion Marlowe in Buffalo, or, Betrayed by a Rival Company — page 17: what you’re looking at

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*. ' other,” hastened his steps in order to get rid of the, fellow. oo 14 asked Ruippel, Marlowe between your acts. do a specialty, you know ; ticular.” pose, let me tell you right here that you haven’t money enough in your treasury to hire Miss Marlowe for a minute ! woman, who wants nothing to do with shys- ters! Unless [ am very much mistaken, she told your partner as much this morning.” mercy on you, but Iam sorry for your com- pany.” Mr. Temple turned on his heel to walk away, but, in a second, he discovered that his CORY was following him. “What do you ss to a compromise ?” slyly; “say we borrow Miss She could just we are not par- “Anything to make good your bluffs, I sup- said Mr. Temple, sneeringly. “Well, She’s an honest “Well, she may have told him something different by this time,” said the fellow, glanc- ing at his watch. at Niagara this minute, and will make her a better offer !’’. ~ “He is interviewing her “Which she will refuse, as she did the said Mr. Temple, proudly; then he Bert Jackson was looking for him when he got back to the hotel. “Where is Miss Marlowe?” was Temple’s first question when he saw his comedian. “Gone to Niagara. She and Miss Allyn have an invitation for a sleighride, I believe,” was the answer; “but what’s the matter, old man? Is there any more trouble ?’ Mr. Temple consulted his timepieces and then spoke decidedly. “Go to Niagara at once, Jackson, and try to find Miss Marlowe! Those two fellows, Rippel and Rose, are determined to get the best of us. Heaven only knows what they may do to Marion in order to SO their purpose!” Bert’s boyish face paled, but his lips only closed tightly. “Heaven forbid that she should have any adventures so soon,” he said, anx- iously; “T’ll go on the next train, Mr. Tem- ple, and you can mark my words, when I[ get T shall follow her like a more a glimpse of her, shadow !"" “Tl be there myself as soon as possible,” MY QUEEN. ~ , / ~ replied the manager. “I’m just going over to the Alhambra to see what is being done. When I was over last, there were only fifty advance sales, but there were a lot of people | stopping to ask questions.” “The first afternoon paper is out. Hold on a minute, Mr. Temple!” cried Bert, as he happened to catch sight of a newsboy just at that moment. He bought a copy and scanned the columns carefully. “Hello! Here’s a whole column with a big scare head about the ‘Rivalry of the Two Theatrical Companies!’ As if we would ever stoop to become rivals of such a bum combination !” “What do they say?” Mr. Temple asked the question anxiously. ‘Bert ran his eye down the column and promptly answered: “That Marion Marlowe came to Buffalo with us, but there is still reason to believe that she has been bought over. The editor calls us a ‘reputable company,’ but says that ‘Rippel and Rose bear a bad reputation,’ and that their advertisements are not to be trusted.” “Good for him! fll go around and treat him to-morrow! But what have you stritck now?” he asked, as he saw a CHANES come over Bert’s features. Bert held up the paper and then read off the paragraph. : “In spite of. the fact that our vanquished rivals insist that Miss Marion Marlowe is still star of their company, Messrs. Rippel and Rose beg to say to the public that this _beautiful and talented actress has been se- cured by them, and that she will not appear in the enemy’s camp again, but will scintillate this evening upon the boards of the Palace Theatre. It may be stated, without any breach of confidence, that Miss Marlowe will receive three hundred dollars for this one appearance, instead of for one week, as has been previously stated.’ ” “Whew! I wonder if they expect to go into bankruptcy after they have paid her,” laughed Bert, as he finished the paragraph. “They are persistent rascals,” said Mr, Temple, musingly; “and there is nothing to be done but to Keep. strict watch over Marion. Eomicbooks.co CS _"s ee 4... : Oy gem eR ee o, ea le ae