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: MY QUEEN. 15 “Mr. Ray is fortunate,” he tried to say, ; smilingly ; then, a moment later, he put the - young ladies on a car and went to lunch with Bert and Dr. Brookes. “How that man does worship you,” said _ Alma Allyn, as they watched the three re- F ‘treating forms from the car window; “Mr. Temple, I mean. He is two-thirds crazy, Marion! Not such a philosophical person as our friend, the doctor.” “No, his temperament is different,” said Marion, thoughtfully; then, as the car _ stopped suddenly, she half rose to discover _ the reason. | “Sit down, quick, ladiest’ called out the -— conductor, excitedly. “Keep your heads as + possible; there’s a mob on the corner! We're likely to get stoned if we go any far- ther!” % “Then we'll leave you right here,’ spoke up Miss Allyn, promptly. “They'll never be so crazy as to stone two ladies!” “I wouldn’t get out yet! The police will ____ be here in a minute!” said a gentleman on the _ “They would not dare to hurt us!” said A engagement, so I shall not wait a minute longer!” | They started to leave the-car and, as Miss _ Allyn reached the door, Marion stepped calmly before her. _ The gripman was still at his post, although . _ the mob that was coming from all directions ___ looked decidedly threatening. _ Marion stood a moment upon the steps and then faced them, calmly; she descended to the street and held out her hand to Miss “Shame on you for riding in those cars!” yelled a bare-headed, haggard woman in the crowd. “Ye give yer nickels to thieves, ____while honest people are starving!” ______ Marion paid no heed, but walked slowly to the sidewalk. hye the voice again, and the wretched-looking creature crowded in front of Marion _ Without the slightest hesitation, Marion BP her hand on the woman’s shoulder. ‘there was a smile on her face that made it _ gloriously beautiful. ef 3 ae _) * _ Marion, rising. “I am in a hurry to keep an. _ “Td slap their faces for a dime!” screeched “Tam sorry you are being robbed, but we are strangers in the city,” she said, sweetly. “Really, we know nothing of your troubles, but you have our sympathy, madam.” The woman drew back with a shame-faced look, and the next second another wretched- looking creature ‘appeared before Marion. She had only one look at his face, when Miss Allyn took her by the arm and almost dragged her through the crowd; but in that brief glance she saw that the man had wild, hollow, blue eyes, and that there was a mon- strous red rose in the buttonhole of his shabby coat. The rose was of the variety which she had reason to remember. It was exactly like the bunch which Mr. Temple had thrown out of the window at the theatre. — CHAPTER VII. BERT’S PHILOSOPHY. An hour later Marion was eating luncheon with Archie Ray and his* sister, and, of course, she told them of all her experiences on the road, from the time of leaving New York until the present minute. More than once Archie Ray’s handsome face paled at her recital, and Adele put her hand on Marion’s in a mute expression of sympathy. “And now I am_ pursued by a crazy ‘masher,’”’ finished Marion, laughingly. “A fellow that looks like a ghost, with his hollow eyés and haggard face! I only caught one glimpse of him, but I shall never forget hin!” | “Can you sketch from memory?” asked Mr. Ray, suddenly. “If you can, I want you to draw a picture of that fellow! Just a rough outline, of course, showing his general appearance.” He handed Marion a paper and pencil as he spoke, and the young girl closed her eyes for a moment; then she took the paper and made a few rapid strokes. s “There! He had a queer-shaped face! Something like that,” she said, pointing to her picture; “and he was tall and thin, with narrow, stooping shoulders!” | Mr. Ray put the sketch in his pocket, after a careful look at it. | “| shall be at the theatre again to-night, and I'll keep my eyes epeypatitclavors a3 aon =e. =