Marion Marlowe in Omaha, or, Held up by Accident — page 11: what you’re looking at

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: | MY QUEEN. The words.came sharply from the brave girl’s lips. She even struggled a little to free herself from the arms that were enfolding her. “Just a minute, Marion! You'll be ready to go in a minute,” said the doctor, soothing- ly. Then Miss Allyn crept/up and put her hand on her friend’s shoulder. , “Wait a little, Marion,” she began; but the young girl interrupted her. “Quick, Alma, we must help them! Oh, are you hurt, Alma?” she cried, wildly. “To think that I should be here while people are suffering—perhaps dying.” She staggered to her feet with the doctor’s arm around her. } The next moment, with a sigh of utter weakness, her head sank upon his shoulder. “She is safe! Now I can help the rest!” Dr. Brookes was almost smiling as he laid Marion down, this time upon a blanket that some one had brought for her. Ida Inez and Miss. Allyn seated themselves at her side, one with a bottle of smelling salts, and the other with some brandy, while Mrs. Burnside, with Ruby in her arms, crept to the side of Miss Ellis, who had an arm injured. 3 “Tt is only a faint this time,” went on the physician, cheerily. “She'll come out of it in a minute, and I know what her first words will be. I am going to aid the others before Marion sends me!” CHAPTER IV. MARION S LONGING, It seemed an eternity before all the horror was over: then the relief train that came rushing from Omaha made a decided im- provement in the situation, Mr Brookes had been working like a beaver, bandaging wounds and reducing feactures, and in the midst of his work he found Marion beside him. ' “Mrs. Burnside and I can help,” she said, very calmly. “Miss Ellis and Alma are too ill; but they will take care of Ruby, and dear > | little ‘Jackets’ is looking after his mother.” The doctor glanced at her face. It was white but resolute. He knew instinctively that there was no use to oppose her. When they were all aboard of the relief train, the brave girl still worked on. There were temples to be bathed and hysterical women to be calmed, and, although the train was well equipped with physicians and sup- plies, there was a shortage of nurses that made her services much needed. Bert looked over the train carefully. The ranchman was not there, and only one of the trio of suspicious-looking fellows. But there was no time to waste now in guessing his whereabouts. ~He could only make what inquiries were possible, and tell the train officials what he knew—the rest of the time was spent in min- istering to others. | They were all in their rooms at the Pax- ton Hotel before any one thought again of the ranchman; then Marion suddenly spoke of her candid admirer. “Oh, I do hope we shall see him again, Alma,” she said, gravely. “I am sure he was honest and manly in his sentiments. Poor old fellow! If he could only find some good woman to love him!” | “Tt wonder who he is?” was Miss Allyn’s reply, as she moved one of her neatly ban- daged ankles cautiously. She was lying on a couch in one corner of the room. “Bhat is so! We did not think to ask his name!” exclaimed Miss Ellis, who was lying on another couch, out of sight of Miss Allyn. “But, then, he knows who we are, and he as- sured me that he would be at the theatre. 1 would be awfully disappointed if he did not keep his promise.” . “He'll come, if he is alive!” spoke up Miss ecomicbooks;com