Marion Marlowe in Washington, or, Meeting the President — page 3: what you’re looking at

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. — ™ ‘ad 7 . . ay , fssued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N.Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William Sr., N. ¥. Entered According to Act of Congress, in the year 1g0t in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. NEW YORK, March g, 1901. Price Five Cents. -— JURIOK IGRLOWE. IN» WASHIKGTON OR, MEETING THE PRESIDENT. By GRACE SHIRLEY, CHAPTER T THE SPECIAL CAR. “Whoop! Talk about traveling on a comet! What’s the matter with this, I’d like to know? A mile a minute isn’t in it! There you have truth and poetry combined! Isn’t it glorious to be whizzing through space at this gait, Marion ?” peo tT certainly is, Bert. Oh, your father was just lovely to send us his car! What a pity that Mrs. Burnside and Ida Inza and the children couldn’t have come with us!” The two speakers were standing on the rear platform of an observation car, which had been built for the special use of a rail- road president, and they will be recognized at once as Marion Marlowe, the beautiful star of the Temple Theatrical Company, and her old friend, Bert Jackson, the comedian of the company. They had just finished an engagement in Topeka, Kansas, and Bert’s foster-father had arranged to have his private car meet them and bring them on to Washington, so that they might be present at the ceremonies upon the fourth of March, and here they were, fairly flying through space, yet as comfort- able as though they were housed in a palace. Before Bert could answer his companion's remark a very stylish young lady joined them on the platform. “Yes, it is a pity, Marion,’ she said, as she caught the young girl’s last words, “but, in spite of the comfort in which we are travel- ing, the trip would have been a very hard one for Jackets and little Ruby.” “You bet! And they’d be lost in the shuffle as soon as we reached Washington, Alma,” laughed Bert, “so their mothers were wise to keep them where they are. They'd have been two dilapidated kids before we got back to Salt Lake City.” “It couldn’t have happened at a_ better time,” said another voice, as Mr. Temple, the manager of the company, joined them. “We will not lose a date, except the Denver one, and that has been arranged for later. We will go there immediately after we leave Salt — GOMIGIOOKSAGO