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pered in her ear. a 28 while the glare from the lamp illumined her glorious featurés. Then, from directly over her head, there came a sharp, shrill whistle. As the Chinamen heard it they seemed to lose their wits entirely, and in an instant their beautiful prisoner was forgotten. With shrieks and yells of rage they scram- bled over each other, and then slunk like rats into the darkest corners. Once more the young. girl’s voice rang out like a bugle blast, and then, to her unbounded delight, it was answered from somewhere. Cry after cry issued rapidly from her lips. They were coming to save her. She could hear footsteps and voices. As the door was burst in a gust of wind extinguished her lamp, and Marion sank down upon the divan in utter helplessness. “Miss Marlowe! Is it posstble! Thank Heaven, I am in time!” It was Howard Everett who spoke, and with a cry of joy Marion answered him. A score of burly policemen seemed to fill the place, and Everett drew her closely to his side as they darted about after the Celes- itals. “They are raiding the place,’ he whis- ‘How fortunate that the attempt was so opportune! life my good angel must have guided me! Come, let us get out of this,” he added, lead- ing Marion to the door,and half lifting her. up the steps to the narrow hallway. “But Carlotta! Have they found her?” asked Marion, in a whisper. “The woman is dead! I did not mean she should escape me,” was her companion’s an- gwer. “It seems she had heart disease, and the opium killed her. Well, at last my friend Graham’s death has been avenged, but your presence here, Miss Marlowe! I cannot understand it!” ~ . Marion held out her hand to him as she was being hurried along. “You followed her here because you think she was his murderer?” she whispered, softly. “T had no doubt of it,” was Everett’s reply. “Detectives have been watching the woman ever since, ‘They tracked her here, and then t asked the captain to raid the place.” They were passing through the pseudo laundry now, but there was not a Chinaman in sight. “The room was absolutely deserted. “And you heard my voice?” asked the young girl, as Mr. Everett supported her ten- derly. “Ves, but did not recognize it, of course,” said Mr. Everett, quickly. iy thought if was | one of their white slaves. But do the voice of and tell me how you hurry, Miss Marlowe, 97 came here. For once in my . MY QUEEN. With a tremendous stamping of feet the policemen came into the laundry. r4 “Nine chinks,’ one white man and four women, one dead,” said-the captain, in reply to a question from Everett. The critic whispered a few words in his ear relating to Marion, and, with a sharp glance at her. face, the captain nodded. - “We've taken them all out through a side door to this establishment that we found, and three of my men have taken them away in the patrol wagon. Come, boys, let’s get out of this dope hole as soon as possible! Whew! The aroma is something awful! «I'll be asleep in another minute!” : “IT thought I should faint when I first en- countered it,” said Marion to Everett. “Oh, how thankful I am to you, Mr. Everett!” There was a carriage at the curb, and the critic helped her into it. “What a narrow escape I have had!” cried the girl, as Everett got in beside her. “An hour longer in that place and | should have been dead—like Carlotta !” Then she hastened to tell her friend the whole story of her adventure. The papers were full of it the next day, and, thanks to Howard Everett, every detail was given accurately. Beautiful Marion’s escape from the lair of the Celestials formed the talk of the town for days. She was perhaps the first white girl to leave that place untainted. Both she and Mr. Everett appeared before the authorities the next day, and it was not long before Chi-Lung-Hing, his subjects, and Jack Green were all safely in prison. The three white girls were restored to their homes and parents, and the numeroys ex- pensive opium “layouts” were confiscated and destroyed by the police. The wicked Carlotta left money enough to afford her a decent burial, but there was not a mourner at her dreary funeral. The Temple Opera Company was obligeds to disband; but now that Miss Lindsay was freed from her brutal husband, she was able to take a position in another organization and live very comfortably on her modest salary.. At Miss Allyn’s urgent request, Marion went to live with her until she could secure — another position, and besides Dr. Brookes and Mr. Ray, Howard Everett, the critic, was. soon a frequent caller at the little flat. | But Marion was as loyal to her associates as ever, and she was so pure, so true and 80 noble in character that no thought of jealousy ever annoyed for a long time any of her friends who loved her. THE END. he next number will contain ‘* Marion esata Dail s ste iled.”’ Marfowe’s Perit Eomicbookseco Lie | P 4