Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 29: what you’re looking at

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™= were half a block from the place when Bert suddenly darted forward. I had no idea at the time what made him do it, but I think now that he caught sight of a fellow skulk- ing behind the sheds, and the next I knew the fellow had slueved him. [ saw Bert fall and then J started for the ruffian. As it hap- pened, I had taken the precaution to have my revolver with me and the click of the weapon scared him, I -fancy. Anyway, he darted through the sheds with me on his heels. It was the darkest, dirtiest place | was ever in, and at nearly every step I ran into some ob- stacle or other. The result was that I was badly used up before | had been running any time at all, and when I suddenly saw the lights of the railroad tracks right in front of me, and realized that the fellow was get- ting away from me between the freight cars ~and engines, I didn’t do a thing but pull the trigger, and I winged him, too; they've got him-in the hospital.” “We found him there, and. Alma identified him!” broke in Marion, excitedly. “But do gc on with your story. How did you miss being run over?” : “By jumping on a freight train that was about to jump on me!” laughed the doctor, promptly ; “and, do you know, they wouldn't stop to let me off until they had carried me twenty miles from the city?” | “So the mystery is explained, and the fel- low didn’t get a thing!” cried Mr. Temple, gayly. “Oh, yes he did! He got a bullet in his lex!” cried Miss Ellis, merrily. “Yes, and he got arrested,” added Miss Al- lyn, with a glance at her lover. “And just think, doctor, he is one of the biggest ras- cals on earth. Why, Henry was sent way out here to try and catch him! They want him in New York at police headquarters.” “But they won't get him, it seems,” said her sweetheart ; “for the aitthorities here have tiie first claim on the fellow. They have been trying to find him for nearly a year, and are not disposed to let him go, now that he is in their clutches.” “Thanks to the doctor's bullet,” “Oh, | am so glad that he'll said Mar- ion, beaming at him. vou did not kill the fellow! Perhaps mend his ways while his leg 1s mending. MY QUEEN, “Not much hope of that! He’s a bad egg,” said Mr. Fairfax, with a little frown. “He’s the worst rascal I ever caught, and I’ve ~ Lagged some pretty big ones.” “Oh, do let this be the last, Henry!’ plead- ed Miss Allyn, turning toward him, eagerly. “Do promise me right here that you will give up this awful business! Why, your life isn’t sate a single minute!” “T’ll promise on one condition,” said Fair- fax. “I'll quit the business if you will prom- ise to marry me at Easter! Will you do it, Alma? Remember, this is in the presence of witnesses !”’ _ Miss Allyn’s cheeks flushed rosily, but her glance did not waver, although every one at the table was looking straight at her. “That is a bargain, Henry!’ she said, with a little waver in her voice; “and I extend an invitation to you all to be present at the wed- ding.” “Oh, we will all be there—that is, if it is possible!” cried Marion, happily. “And, oh, Alma, I must come and kiss you this min- ute! I know Mr. Fairfax is dying to, and I pity him dreadfully, but you can go away by yourselves just as soon as luncheon is over 4 “And I shall go and tell Bert the news,” said Mr. Temple, decidedly. “Furthermore, i must fell Deering to call a short rehearsal. I shall have to let Denny, the ‘supe,’ do the comedian’s part this evening!” “Tell Bert we are longing for him to come back to us,” said Marion, eagerly; “and we'll all come and see him as soon as the physt- cians are willing.” “And tell him that I didn’t lose so much as my revolver,” added Dr. Brookes ; “and my cnly regret is that he should have gotten that hump. My head is tougher than his; I might have stood it better.” “Bert will prefer it as it is!’ said Marion, “But, oh, how thankful I am that If either of you had been 99 quickly. it is no worse! killed —why She could get no further. Miss Allyn put her arms around her just as she burst out crying. » “The path of the Temple Theatrical Com- pany seems to be a thorny one,” said the manager, with a sad smile toward Marion; — ,OO -) ¢om (¢ S) P _-:. —«