Marion Marlowe Entrapped, or, The Victim of Professional Jealousy — page 3: what you’re looking at

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MY QUE A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN 7 & 144 op Ve Yo Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. entered as Second Class Matter atthe N. ¥. Post Office, by BTREEY & Sue eee St. WV Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 5. NEW YORK, October 27, 1900. Price Five Cents. ~ Marion Marlowe Entrapped > ‘By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. “ILA DE PARLOA.” Howard Everett, musical critic for the New York Star, was just entering the office of his friend, Manager Graham, when he Stopped and almost stared at the young lady who was emerging. She was by far the most beautiful girl that Everett had ever seen, and that was saying much, for the critic had travéled extensively. She was not over sev- enteen, a trifle above medium height, with a brilliant complexion, luxuriant chestnut hair and large gray eyes, that flashed like dia- monds as she glanced at him carelessly. Everett gave a long, low whistle to relieve his feelings, then threw open the door and rushed into the office. “Who the mischief is she?” he blurted out, instantly. Clayton Graham, manager of the Temple _ THE VICTIM OF PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY. A ‘ Opera Company, turned around from his desk and smiled good-naturedly. “So she’s bewitched you, too, has she?” he asked, jovially. ‘Well, she’s the first woman I ever saw that could rattle the cold-blooded, cynical Howard Everett?!’ “But, good Heavens, man, she’s a wonder! I never saw such a face. eIt is a combination of strength, poetry, beauty; and; most won- derful of all, goodness! Why, that girl is not only worldly, but she is heavenly, too! Quick, hurry, old man, and tell me what you know about her.” “That won’t take me long ,” said Graham, as he passed his friend a cigar. “Sit down, Everett, and have’ a°smoke. Perhaps it will calm your nerves a little.” ~Pshaw! I’m not ‘as much rattled as [ look,” said the critic, laughing, ‘‘but for once ml =D) —_) in my life I am devoured laoxnnis DOCK oCO