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“go Pe. ye r Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. FEentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. ¥. ¢ in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. Entered According to Act af Congres No. 14. bad NEW YORK, December 29, Marion Marlowe's Escape; 1900. Price Five Cents, OR, A DANGEROUS MISTAKE “ON THE ROAD.’s By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. ON THE TRAIN. “All aboard! Parlor car in the rear! ‘ Albany train on the right! Come on, folks! Get a move on, the whole lot of you! Just think what a sad and untimely end the world would come to if the Temple Theatrical Company did not strike Cohoes on schedule !”’ The speaker, a fine-looking youth of about nineteen years, was hurrying down the long p:atform of the Forty-second Street Depot teward one of the special trains of the New York Central. “Hold on, Bert Jackson! We are not going in a parlor car, are we?” called a good- looking young him. girl, who was running after “That’s the way we are going, Miss Ellis! Can’t tell how we’ll come back!” was the cheerful answer. “The star and her satel- lites have parlor cars engaged! man, Property calcium man, stage carpenter, scene shifters and ‘supes’.go in the ‘baggage coach Oh, we're nothing if not tony, my dear Miss Ellis!” “Any one would think this wa Bert! ahead,’ or in the smoking car! . s Irving’s company, to hear you talk, Why, there are only eighteen of us, all told, without counting the baby!” “Count the baby, too! Don’t take ad- vantage of the innocent—ah, here they come at last, with Miss Marlowe in the lead! Gee Doesn’t she look like a whole basket af peaches ?” whiz! “Are we all here?” Manager Temple asked the question as soon as the hand-shaking was over, and the last member of his company had scrambled aboard the long train. “All here, brother Temple! I counted ECoOnmnicoooks (C(O)