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28 had stood and actually telescoped its way aes through the pavement into the cel- ar. There was not a sound for the space of a second, then the frightened bystanders re- covered their voices and a cheer went up that was swelled from every direction. A _police- man was just in time to catch the child’s mother as she fainted, and at that moment a handsome carriage drove up, with the coach- man pale with apprehension. “You had better go home with her, miss, for she has fainted,” said the officer. “‘T’ll have to send for an ambulance if there is no One [6.a0 with Nereis “She has only fainted,” said Marion, calm- ly, “but I’ll go home with her with pleasure, if I can be of any assistance.” Some one had brought a glass of and the lady was rapidly reviving. “Do come home with me, dear,” she said, turning to Marion. _ The officer assisted them into the carriage, and again the crowd swung their hats and cheered the brave girl to the echo. ‘Two hours later Marion burst into the little fur- nished room where Dollie sat, waving a check for a thousand dollars in her hand, and with tears of joy glistening on her dark lashes. “Oh, Dollie! Dollie!’ she cried, hysterical- ly, “I saved a rich woman’s child from get- ting killed, and.she has made me a present of a thousand dollars!” Dollie stared at her in absolute amazement, and.at that very moment in rushed Miss Al- lyn. ; “Oh, you darling girl! You have been and made a heroine of yourself again!” she cried, happily. “And to think I had only been in town an hour when I saw you do that heroic deed and got another ‘exclusive’ in the even- ing paper!” The girls were both hugging and kissing her, but she went on talking rapidly. « “Poor mother left me a little money, girls, enough to pay my bills, if I get out of work, but I’m back on my paper in the same old job, and I’ve got the promise of a position for Dollie.” “You thought of us the very first thing, of course,” said Marion, laughing. “It wouldn't be vou if you were not doing us a kindness.” “Oh. come off!” cried Miss Allyn, in her characteristic slang. “Why, Marion, you're a treasure! I’m constantly making money out of you! Why, I couldn’t begin to tell how much [ have made out of your exploits " There was a rap on the door and Bert Jack- son came in. “Hurrah! Ive cried, delightedly. ™ water, heard all about it!” he “Tt’s all in the paper, and MY QUEEN. they say you are a daisy! I do hope that wo- _ man rewarded you, Marion.” — “She wrote me up,” said Marion, as she introduced him to Miss Allyn, “and the rich woman gave me a thousand dollars.” Bert did a “two-step” around the room to show his appreciation. - “Now, what the mischief will you do with so much money, Marion?” he asked, jok- ingly. . : “Pay off the mortgage on father’s farm — for the first thing,” was the girl’s prompt re- | be “and then there’ll be five hundred left for iss Allyn and Dollie and me, and I guess we ll find a way to spend it.” | “You must buy some city clothes,” said Bert, with unusual gravity. “I’m just dying | Ae~ton.t~{ P to see how you and Dollie will look in swell — togs. around looking so dowdy! There was a general shout at Bert’s honest words, but through it all Miss Allyn was gaz- ing at Marion admiringly. | “Do you know what I think?” she asked, rather curtly. ‘Well, I'll tell you, Miss Mar- ion Marlowe, and you can thank me or not. I think that paying off your father’s mortgage is your crowning act of heroism!” >] You are too deucedly pretty to go Just then a messenger boy knocked on the » door and handed in a letter. “Tt is from Ralph,” said Dollie, blushing as she looked it over. “He has been forgiven freely by his aunt, and is coming over to see me this evening.” “And I have a letter from Mr. Ray,” said Marion, drawing one from her pocket. “He says that they are all growing steadily ‘fat and happy,’-and that his sister Ada has a brand new lover, who isn’t such a cad as the other fellow.”’ “Ts that all he says?’ asked Miss Allyn, slyly. Marion’s sweet face crimsoned to the roots of her hair. 7 . “T’'ll not tell you,” she said, laughing, “tor I know your tricks. You'd trot right down town and put it in the paper.” And in this pleasant manner a long, dreary struecle ended. Marion Marlowe had proved ’ herself a heroine in more ways than one, and | now, with her friends about her, and a bright- er outlook before her, the courageous girl was enjoying a little respite. THE END. No. 3 of My Queen will be entitled “Mar- ion Marlowe’s True Peart; or, Howa Daugh- | ter Forgave.” If you are pleased with Mar- ion and her adventures, the publishers trust you will continue to read her career from - week to week. Gomichoo “S7GOm baw 4s