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_ mistook you for some one else. a figured.” 10 Marion had removed her hat and unbound her beautiful hair, and now sat sipping a cup of chocolate that Dollie had hurriedly made for her. “What puzzles me most is that man,” she said, thoughtfully. “Oh, what a terrible face he had—it was hideously scarred and dis- “He brother-in-law’s answer. was “And no doubt he I'll tell the officer on the beat to keep a look-out for him was probably © drunk,” in future.” “Well, it is very evident that there was no officer.-on the beat to-night,” said Marion, laughing, “tor I screamed as loudly as I pos- sibly could, and I only succeeded in awaken- ing the echoes.” “Oh, the cop was probably in the corner said Ralph Moore, “still, it’s lucky you screamed and scared the saloon,” disgustedly ; fellow. No one knows what he might have done if you hadn’t, sister.’ 2 01, have some news for you,” said Dollie, suddenly. “I got fletter from our old friend, Bert Jackson, to-day. He is coming home to be ready to sail for Europe with his foster-father next week, and in the fall he is going to college.” | “That is good news,” said Marion, with a happy smile. “I wondered why we hadnt heard from Bert since your wedding, but I suppose he has been having such a good time with his new parents in Canada that he did not have time to write to his old friends.” ‘He is a lucky boy,” said Dollie, thought- fully. “Why, just think, only a few months avo he was a waif in a county poor farm ! Oh, how lucky it was that he ran away, It is not every poor orphan that has such good fortune.” “And IT am so glad that I helped him to “| gave escape,” said her sister, laughing. him five dollars the night he ran away—it was MY QUEEN. her’ all I had, for I was only a country girl then, and you know, sister, ae our father did not. give us much money.’ pn ae “Poor old dad,” springing toher eyes. said Dollie, with the tears = “He has been a dif- ferent man since you paid off the mortgage on the farm, Marion. Mother says he is so gentle that we would hardly know him.” This illusion to one of Marion’s many <d noble deeds made the fair girl very happy. le had been the greatest pleasure of her life to be able to pay off that mortgage on the | homestead. E “It is a pity that it toek him so long to learn that ‘gentleness is best,’” she said, “Poor old father would have been far We would have all been happier in our life in the | R sadly. happier if he had learned it earlier. country.” -? They sat and talked a little while longer, then retired for a few hours’ rest before day- light. When Marion awoke in the morning she found that Ralph had already bought the a ‘morning papers, and, as usual, she glaticed them over befo¥e eating her breakfast. “Oh, how kind the critics are to me,” she said as she read the notice of her singing in the Star. “And how dreadfully they speak of Carlotta, saying that her voice has lost its freshness, and all that sort of thing. Bre: hardly blame the;woman for disliking me,’ “Well, she has let her professional jealousy @o too far,” “When she tries such tricks as she cid last night it is high said Ralph,: hotly. time she was halted.” Graham will read her a lec- “It re- mains to be seen what effect it has upon her.” “T guess Mr. ture to-day,” said Marion, slowly, “Here is a dreadful thing,” said Dollie, who was glancing over a part of the paper. “A young girl has just been rescued from an It seems she was stolen by Eomichbooks.com opium den,