Marion Marlowe's Money, or, Brave Work in the Slums — page 11: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. ing by this time, if she is still locked in that cellar !” “She can ring that bell, and no doubt some one will let her out! It isn’t a very nice place to stay in, I can tell you!” said Marion, as she joined in the laughter. “Why, do you know it looked like the descriptions I’ve read of a ragpicker’s cellar; and to think that she had three thousand dollars in her pocket!” “Did you see it?” asked Fairfax, with an = interested glance. _ “T did, indeed! looked, sitting on top of a bundle of rags, I’m glad I had And, oh, how uncanny she clutching all that money! spunk enough to take the keys away from 4 ¥ _- ~~ her!” } Fj ow ' s ‘ Chae “i x re ~” > - “You've got spunk enough for anything,” — » said her companion, admiringly, “and you \ ‘need it all, I guess, Miss Marlowe. Our mu- tual friend, Miss Allyn, has told me a lot about you, and I’m sure that kind heart of yours is forever getting you itito danger! But to return to Mag; the girl is sure she is not the old woman’s daughter, and the very fact that she is honest is proof that she is tight. Why, do you know, she would not _ steal even though the old hag beat her un- ~ mercifully !” “Is Mother Nance a thief?” asked Marion, in a horrified whisper. The young man shrugged his shoulders and frowned as he answered. _ “She is everything—that woman! a she runs a regular ‘fence’! en goods—harbors ‘bunco men’ and ‘sharp- ers’! she doesn’t do, ? lowe Marion shivered and paled as she thought of what she had escaped, but it was hardly possible for her to comprehend such vicious- ness. “Well, Maggie is safely out of her clutches, Why, Receiver of stol- There’s nothing evil and vieious that Her very act of luring you to her den should tell you the rest, Miss Mar- 9 at any rate,” she said, thankfully. “Oh, J am so glad that I thought to send her to my mother!” “And, thanks to your generosity, she can stay there for some time,” said Mr. Fairfax, quickly. “It was noble of you, Miss Mar- lowe, to promise her that hundred dollars.” “She shall have every cent of it,’ said Marion, firmly. lars a week until she has it all. her almost as much,” she added, smiling. “You and I believe in putting our money to sut yon gave good use, Mr. Fairfax! be our common charge for the present, but, you see, | am ‘killing two birds with one stone, for that money will go for board to my mother and father. Oh, it will please them wonderfully to think that they are earning some money! You see, they have had to de- pend upon me a great deal of late, and I made Maggie promise not to tell who was supply- ing her with funds.” “You are as modest as you are thought- ful,” was the young man’s answer. “It is not every young girl that would be so generous.” Marion flushed with pleasure, but did nt speak, It had been a source of great satis- faction to her to be enabled to assist Maggie. She had only recently come into possession of a little money—five thousand dollars—all earned through her own heroism, and which seemed to her to be almost a fortune. Through her courageous efforts a terrible crime had been exposed, an1 the five thou- sand dollars was her share ot a reward which had been publicly offered by the father of the victim. Marion, Mr. Villard and a Dr. Brookes had unveiled a secret that thrilled every heart in the city, but with her usual modesty the young girl had slipped out of sight and ra now living quietly and trying to do good with “I shall send her ten dol- Poor Maggie must — her money. - (See No. 6 of “My Queen” fer. the story of the incident mentioned.) SS (C(O) GOMicooo