Marion Marlowe in Chicago, or, Trapped by a Lunatic — page 11: what you’re looking at

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8 MY QUEEN. strain. J would rather think that than that he had met with foul play.” “So would I, Miss Marlowe,” exclaimed Bob Hinton; “but there’s no denying that Mr. Temple has enemies, and any number of them. Why, every good-for-nothing actor that he has ever discharged has got it in for him, and as for the managers of rival shows —well, you know how we were treated by Rippel and Rose at Buffalo and the Lemadrid Company at Cohoes!’’ Marion’s sweet mouth grew sad as she re- called those unpleasant experiences where rival companies had resorted to all sorts of dishonest tricks to spoil their business. “Of course, they won’t tackle Temple when his company is with him,” continued Hinton; “but if they saw him arrive in Chicago alone, no one knows what game they may have put up on him! I may be wrong, but it looks mighty suspicious.” “Tt does, indeed,” thoughtfully. “I guess we were too easy on those people you spoke of, Hinton. When said Dr., Brookes, men stoop to such vile tricks to injure a ‘brother man they ought to get the full pen- alty; and I give you my word, if this turns out to be a trick by one of those fellows, Vl see him behind the bars myself if it costs a fortune !” Hinton nodded his head vigorously at the doctor’s comments. “T can’t get over thinking that Bill Jones is at the bottom of it.’ he muttered, agairi. “Fle’s only a sneak and a tool for others, but 'm dead sure he rode to Chicago on the same train with Mr. Temple.” “The question is, what shall we do first?” said the doctor, turning to Marion. The young girl looked thoughtful for a moment before she replied. “Suppose we appoint a new manager to act in his place,” she suggested, finally. “A capital idea! And I move that Miss Marion Marlowe be our choice!’ cried the doctor, quickly. “T second that motion,’ shouted Bert, as he listened. “I’m ready to take orders this minute, Miss Manager!’ Marion’s beautiful cheeks flushed and her eyes danced with merriment. “Very well, then, Bert, you and Hinton go to the theatre and have the box-office opened, while Dr. Brookes takes us to a hotel and secures rooms for us. You shall be my part- ner, Bert, so you must be very dignified. Have everything at the theatre in order, just as Mr. Temple would do it.” jam “Come on, Hinton!” cried Bert. “Let's along. I intend to have a full house there to-night or break my neck trying! But, meanwhile, I'll find some time to look for the manager !” “I guess we had better go to the Riche- lieu. Try and meet us there about noon, Bert, if you can, and we'll plan what to do next,” said the doctor. . . “The next thing to do,” said Marion, as her party hailed a couple of carriages, “is to look for Mr. Temple. Fle must be some- where in the city, and we must not leave a stone unturned until we find him.” “We'll attend to that just as soon as we see you safely in the hotel, Marion,” Dr, Brookes replied. “You ladies all want rest after the long ride on the cars, and if you slept as little last night as I did, you cer- tainly need a few hours’ repose.” As Marion entered the carriage she shook her head sadly. “T shall not rest one minute until we find Mr. Temple,” she said, in her gentle voice. “T cannot help feeling that something dread- ful has overtaken him!” COMMIEIOOKS (oni é hurry down to the theatre and hustle things _