Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“The old man is too stingy for that,” he said, slowly. “I’ve never Sia of his leav- : ing Hickorytown but once.’ Here something amusing crossed Bert's qa brain, and he burst out laughing. % “He got caught in a ‘green- -goods’ game once,” "he explained, with a broad grin, but he “always said it was because his son-in-law 4 worked the deals Now, they tell me he’s in ner!” “And that might take him anywhere,” said the doctor, quickly. * “Well, I only hope his daughter does not know that particular trait in his character.” _ ~—«*She ought to know. It cost her enough 4 f the first time,” began Bert, but a call to the z . stage stopped him. When he had gone the doctor drew the let- ter he had received from his pocket again. He could understand now that it was possible | 2 for Marion’s father to be in Indianapolis. hay s Marion and Miss Allyn waited in the scene- Fd room for some time after the performance was over, but they were surprised at not Ps seeing either Bert or the doctor. , Mr. Temple came up to them and offered to escort them home. He had no news for them of the missing ones except that they had left the theatre together. “And it is so strange that Henry is not here,” said Miss Allyn, “He promised to be at the theatre this evening, and frowning. Bert told me he was sure he saw him in a box. It is all very curious. I don’t under- ~ stand it!” “Don’t let it worry you, dear,” it is prob- ably his work that is detaining him,” Marion, sweetly. said Mr. Temple moved closer to Miss Allyn, so that none of the stage hands should hear him. “Is Mr. Fairfax here on business—private - business?” he asked, softly; “for if he is, I ‘ » Te ge .* *e=- ; — io ~ ~*~ MY QUEEN. another one on his own hook, the old sin- can swear that he is busy! I saw him my- self in the left-hand box—and, what is more, I saw his ‘quarry’—the man he is after ! Mark my words, Miss Allyn—your lover is mighty clever!” Miss Allyn stared at him and so did Mar- ion, but Mr. Temple only laughed in a tan- talizing manner, “When you see him, please tell him for me that I will have him arrested if he does that trick again! I won’t have my audience photographed, right under their own noses! It is too impudent, by Jove! Fairfax ought to know better!” | He was alan with laughter now; and the girls were still staring, but Miss Allyn’s eyes were beginning to smile a little. “Oh, I do wish I knew what the joke is,” she said, eagerly.” “It’s awfully mean of you not to tell. something wonderfully clever.” “Well, there he comes, so you can ask him,” said the manager, turning towards the stage door, where he could hear his doorkeeper having an argument with some one. ; Miss Allyn was about to spring forward, when Marion laid a hand on her arm. r “Hush! You might say the wrong thing, Alma!” she said, Don’t ask him a question! quickly. “Wait until he tells you about it himself—and he can’t do that now, for he has some one with him!’ Mr, Temple took a sharp look as Alma Allyn nodded to Marion and then went for- ward to greet her lover. | “It’s the same chap, as sure as shooting,” he said, under his breath. “He’s what Bert is pleased to call your new admirer, Miss ed Marlowe! CHAPTER VI. A STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENT, Marion stared in astonishment as Henry Fairfax grasped his sweetheart’ d and rr I am sure Henry has been doing s ha COnnicwoals (CO)