Marion Marlowe in Salt Lake City — page 3: what you’re looking at

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nat MY QUE errs A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR 2 YOUNG WOMEN Famer Pts. Yds , the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 278 William St., N. Y. Sudscription oper year. Entered as Second Class Matter at . ? | es oe sgt to Act of Congress, in the year 1901 in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. No. 25. MARION MARLOWE IN SALT LAKE GITY: NEW YORK, March 16, os Price Five Cents. 1901. OR, A BAD DEAL IN MORMON LAND. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER Tf. A STREET SCENE, “Gee whiz! Look out, Doc! They’re after me! Come around this cor- Quick, old man! That big, black fel- low will tomahawk the two of us in a min- Injuns! ner! ute!” Bert Jackson gave a war whoop that would have done credit to a whole band of Indians, and then caught his companion by the arm and tried to drag him around the corner as suggested. | Bert and Dr. through one of the principal streets of Salt Lake City, Utah, when they had suddenly come upon a couple of intelligent-looking red men, who had just arrived in town from one of the reservations. “Great Scott, Bert! You nearly fright- ened the life out of them! Just see the way they are getting over the ground!” cried the Brookes were walking redskins turned and bolted in another direction. “Well, who would have thought that they would scare so easy? doctor, as the two inoffensive Why, I fully expected It’s I'd like to have seen them a war dance the minute they*saw me! too bad I yelled. a little closer!” “They don’t care to see you, that is very evident,” was the laughing answer: “so come on, Bert, and let’s take a walk down to the river.” They sauntered on until they came in sight of the stream, then both stood for a minute gazing about them with interest. “Roll, Jordan, roll! Roll, Jordan, roll! J want to go to Heaven when I die, to see old Jordan roll!” Dr. Brookes drawled the familiar negro air in a magnificent tenor, but, before he could finish, Bert broke in upon his melody. “Come off, Doc! This ain't the old orig- eComicoooks.c©