Marion Marlowe in Buffalo, or, Betrayed by a Rival Company — page 7: what you’re looking at

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* MY QUEEN. 7 =: 4 The next moment she drew a letter from her pocket and handed, it to Mr. Temple. “Tt’s from Rippel and Ro8e;Igot it a week ago, she said, laughingly. “1 did not say anything about it because [ wanted to settle it myself. You can both of you read it, only you must keep it secret.” ; “Three hundred a week! So they did really bribe you, Miss Marlowe,’ was the manager's exclamation, as he glanced over, thé letter. _ “He tried to,” said the young girl, with an angry flash in her eyes; “as if | would be a _traitor to my friends for any money !” Bert glanced at Mr. Temple with an exult- ing smile and the manager’s face promptly turned a vivid crimson, “Of course, money is desirable,” went on the young.girl, quickly; “but it would have been dishonorable in me to have left you that way, Mr. Temple. I know you have no one engaged to take my place, and, besides, with all my friends in the ‘company ! Why, I could not do it!” “But you talked with Rose only this morn- ing,” said Mr. Temple, hesitatingly. “Merely to repeat my assertion that [ would not leave you,” said Marion, prompt- ly. “The fellow was so determined to get me that he would not take ‘no’ for an an- swer.” : “Have you seen this?” Mr. Temple handed her the newspaper with the astonishing paragraph in it. As Marion glanced at it her cheeks paled and her lips tightened, severely. “How dared he?” she cried, angrily. “Why, I refused him absolutely! This is an outrage, Mr. Temple! We must do some- thing at once to undeceive the public!” Her eyes flashed like fire as she faced her manager, and, once more, the thought that he had been suspicious of her made his cheeks flush crimson. “Unfortunately there is no time to contra- dict it.” he said, after a minute’s patise; “the already billed the town. Prob- ‘agent was here and saw accident in the Tuesday to get ahead of us with (of course, | can put apers, but they will rascals have ably their advance the notice of your papers, and it's a trick the public of the city. a notice in the evening Pp probably publish this again this evening and- the public will be in a quandary as to which is truthful, and then, there we are, in another mess. The papers will be so muddled up that people won’t go to either theatre !” “Suppose we take Marion in an open sleigh and exhibit her through the streets,” suggested Bert. “We can have a banner over her head with Temple Theatrical Com- pany on it.” “That’s a good idea!” began Mr. Temple, but Marion interrupted him. “Oh, no! That would be awful! I don't believe I could endure it!” cried the young girl, blushing furiously. “It’s one thing to be stared at when you are on the=stage, but in broad daylight it would be unbearable!” “Something must be done,” said Mr. Tem- ple, soberly. “We are booked at the -Al- hambra for three nights, and, of course, we are looking for good business!) The name ot Marion Marlowe is what we depend upon, and if the public thinks you have deserted us, they surely will not come, and if they think there are two of you they will not know which is the right one.” “Let’s get permission to publish the hotel register,” suggested Bert again, with a elance toward the office: “or we'll get the clerk to swear out an affidavit that she belongs to us, and then have that printed in the afternoon papers.” Mr. Temple laughed in spite of his anxiety. “Tm afraid he wouldn't be so obliging, Bert,” he said, candidly. “No, we must think of some other scheme, but first, I'll go and get out an injunction. Perhaps that will do the work if I can find a way to let the peo- ple know that [ have done it.” “Tl find a way to let them know!” said tert, growing ugly; “I'll buy a lot of mega- phones and give them to all the small boys and tell them to go through the streets yell- ing, ‘Marion Marlowe ts at the Alhambra Theatre!’ ” - “You certainly are not lacking in ideas, lackson,” said Mr. Temple, who was growing in better humor; “with as fertile a brain as yours to help us out, we ought to come off victorious in our présent dilemma.” “Here is Dr. Brookes!” exclaimed Ma- rion, as a handsome young man stuck his — com Eomicbooks ES —— — = <= — = —- ae - s "i | x