Marion Marlowe in Buffalo, or, Betrayed by a Rival Company — page 28: what you’re looking at

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tinctly. “They neglected, however, to add the exast ré/e that she assumes, which, I am honored to say, is that of ‘Marion Marlowe's Mimic !” There was a burst of applause, and then the play went on. Marion Marlowe had made and kept her place in the hearts of the peo- ple, not only by her brilliant talents, but by her womanly generosity toward this girl—a ® stranger. ~, At ten o’clock Mr. Temple walked over to the Palace. _ Exactly as he expected, closed. There was not a light visible. The ~ attachés of the theatre told him that the com- ePany had gone, and that Mr. Rippel firmly _ believed his partner to be somewhere in the _ grasp of the icebound Niagara. It was a terrible doom for a man to meet, but Mr. Temple could not sympathize very deeply ; for he felt only contempt for the two unserupulous fellows. Such an afternoon as he had passed could not easily be forgotten! He seemed to have aged ten years during that terrible scene at the Rapids. “IT shall never forget my first experience as business manager of a theatrical com- pany,” Marion was saying, as he entered. “Why, just think, I not only opened the box _ office and lighted the theatre, but I had the assurance to construct a villain!” “And a rattling good one, too!” cried Bert, enthusiastically. “Why, with a little more coaching, she will outshine me, and that must not be allowed to happen, Marion !” _ “No one can outshine you, never fear, Bert!” said Marion, sweetly. She had not forgotten the tears in her old friend’s eyes when he greeted her that evening. _ “What an ending for Rose!” said Miss Allyn, soberly. “Of course, that was he who followed us to-day. Well, I could feel sorry for him if I did not know that he was plan- _ ting mischief for Marion!” ee expected to make way with the boat after she had gone across to the villa, so she co uldn't get back, or something of that sort; , just fancy his daring to do his own row- ing Ve” remarked Bob Hinton. ‘“‘Of course, 30 ome one will show up who saw him in the ane - < > _~- e —— ope whe MY QUEEN. the place was_ 25 boat. Thank Heaven, it was only a rumor that there was a woman with him!” “There is a little uncertainty about it all vet,’ began Marion, sadly. - ‘ “Oh, I’m dead sure it was Rose!” broke in Hinton, again. “I called on Jones in the lockup at six o’clock, and he told me a straight story, in spite of the fact that he’s half crazy !” This was news to several of the company, so for the next few minutes Mr. Temple was kept busy making explanations. “Well, I’m glad the first night is over,” said Miss Allyn, suddenly; “but, oh, dear! niy whole fun is spoiled by that tragedy! I don’t feel that I can ever look at the Falls again; and I had hoped to spend half my time at Niagara.” ‘And I shall go there just the same,” said Marion, firmly. “Somehow, I look upon that accident as a just retribution for sin. If Rose had not been guilty of wrongdoing he would be alive this minute.” “T shall always remember the Falls with gratitude,” said Dr. Brookes, with a tender intonation in his voice. ‘That water song was superb this afternoon, Marion; it had a glorious setting—I shall never forget it!” “If the spell of her music could only make us forget what has happened,” said Miss E]- lis, sadly. “Td forget my own name if Marion sang tc me,’ chimed in Bert, “Just fancy her sing- ing a love song, doctor !”’ “T have—a great many times,” answered the young man, calmly. As he turned from a glance at Marion, he saw Mr. Temple’s eyes fixed upon him; but he only smiled at him in open candor. “That is all we need now, Temple,” he said, pleasantly. “If you could bring in a scene with Miss Marlowe singing a cradle song to Little Ruby, your success would be assured in every city you visited.” Mation blushed and smiled, but the others applauded eagerly. “If Miss Marlowe will do it, I shall be delighted,” said Mr. Temple, quickly. He went forward as he spoke and held out his hand to the doctor. “Thanks, old man, for your suggestion,” he said, very cordially. 9) cConnicbooolks (CO)