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ms < . - ¥ . a ¢ BY hd wiladt aS ie Pd é * . ' 4 > - ~ a MY QUEEN. don’t think of it! It will give you too much trouble!” 3 “Nonsense,” said Miss Allyn, “I intended to go to-morrow. It won’t take me an hour to pack my things.” “But where will we go? It is nearly nine o'clock,” said Dollie, anxiously. “The lame and the lazy are always pro- vided for,” quoted Miss Allyn, merrily. “We'll take furnished rooms, I guess, for the present. To Bedlam with boarding-houses! I aiways did hate them!” The girls dragged their little hair trunk into Miss Allyn’s room to be sure of its _ safety, taking only what they would need for the night in a paper bundle. “ .*"She can’t touch our trunks, that’s one good thing,” said Miss Allyn. “My board is paid for two days longer and I'll send an ex- _pressman for the trunks in the morning.” “You are a wonderful woman,” said Mar- ion, as they started out. Me “Well, I’m not a howling success in all __ lines of business,” said Miss Allyn, dryly, _“but if I am given half a show I’m a dandy ‘bluffer.’ Now I wonder who the sneak thief was at Mrs. Garvin’s anyway!” “What!” cried Marion, with a ludicrous _ expression of dismay, “Do you mean to say _ that you made that sneak thief up, that there Was no such person in the house, Miss Allyn ?” “Sure,” was Miss Allyn’s brief but ex- pressive answer! “But I- guess I hit it pretty pat, all right. If I had described the fellow in detail. Mrs. Garvin would not have recog- nized him any quicker.’’ te CHAPTER III. THE SEARCH FOR EMPLOYMENT. There was no difficulty whatever in finding a couple of furnished rooms, and Marion.and Dollie were soon located with Miss Allyn for a neighbor. “It’s lots more fun than boarding,” said Dollie, enthusiastically, as she made coffee and toast for their breakfast the first morn- ing. “If we only had work we would be per- tectly happy here,’ answered Marion, “and who knows what a day may bring forth, little 5 sister? I may come home to-night with a good position in my pocket.” “Tt wouldn’t be a very big one if you could get it in your pocket,” laughed Dollie, and then a sudden thought made her stare silently at her sister. “Well, what’s wrong with me, Dollie? Isn’t my hat on straight?” asked Marion. “T was thinking,” was Dollie’s answer in a very low tone. “Wouldn't it be better if you were to wear the dress that Miss Ray gave you, Marion? You wouldn't look so—so green, and perhaps some one would employ you.” Marion burst out laughing at Dollie’s frank description, but she shook her head at the wise proposition. | “No, Dollie, they must employ me just as I am,” she said decidedly, “and, besides, dear, I should hate to wear the dress again. It would remind me of the first night I spent in New York when that villain Emile Vorse sent me to the wrong address and | was only saved from a monster by that dear, dear woman.” “What became of Vorse?” asked Dollie, absently. “Fle eluded the police and made his es- cape,”* said Marion, sadly. “It’s a pity, for he was an awful creature. But the other, Miss Ray’s deceiver, is safely in jail. He was intoxicated and unconscious in his ‘apart- ments when the detectives found him.” “Poor Miss Ray,” sighed Dollie, “her lot is worse, by far, than mine. That man must have been a fiend, just like Mr. Lawson.” “Hush! Don’t speak that name. You know we promised, Doilie. Neither the name Carlos Lawson, nor his alias. Professor Dabroski, must rest on our lips any oftener than is necessary. But Dollie, now E remem- ber it, Bert Jackson is cOming to see us. [ met him yesterday on Broadway, and told him where we were. You must write him at once, dear, and tell him our new address.” ‘Poor Bert, he has had a hard row, too,” sighed Dollie, “but I guess he’s safé now, for he’s secured a fairly good position ‘in that office. Oh, I wish every boy at the Poor arm could be as lucky.” “So do I,’ said Marion, her eyes filling with tears. Those poor boys! Isam almost CoOnuicloooks (C (0)