Marion Marlowe's Money, or, Brave Work in the Slums — page 17: what you’re looking at

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\ \ MY QUEEN. , 15 “Hush! Don’t say any more!’ said was gleaning was beginning to slightly em- Marion, as a group of policemen entered the car. ‘You are welcome to the money, for I am sure you need it, but please tell me your name and where | can find you.”’ “Liz Green,” whispered the woman; “but I don’t> live. anywhere in particular—and ’tain’t at all likely that you'll want to see me again, either!” She made an effort to sit up, with Marion’s help. “IT guess she’s all right, officer,” said Marion, in her business-like way. a Be shock did not hurt her, but some one must have kicked her. Oh, the way those men acted was simply outrageous!” “All’ looked out trampled on the women, I suppose,” said one of the officers bluntly. brutes some men are when they have to face for themselves and “Tt’s wonderful what a little danger!”’ “Well, this young lady was no coward, Pll bet!” said another of the “blue coats,” as he looked admiringly at Marion. “You staid by the ship and looked a faethe help- less. There ain’t many women that would do that, [ fancy !” “But there was no danger at all, if they had all kept cool,” said Marion, simply ; sa knew at once that it was only something wrong with the electricity.” She said good-by to the girl and left the car. There was another car ahead that was ready to start, so in less than five minutes she was enabled to continue her journey. ““T would never have believed that a woman could have been so. deceitful,’ she whis- pered to herself, as she thought of Liz Green. “To think of her wringing her hands and Why, the girl is out of her sphere; she should be an actress!” shedding real tears! . She smiled a little, but it was a smile of sadness. The knowledge of human nature which she bitter her sunny disposition. When she arrived at the Star office she sent in her name to Miss Allyn, the news- paper reporter, who was her dearest chum and confidant, but the card came back with the disappointing news that her friend was” just then out on an assignment. Marion racked her brain to think what she should do next. She must find Mr. Fairfax that day if possible, but she dreaded, to ask his address of any one but Miss Allyn. ® “T’l] have to do it,” she decided, after a | moment’s thought, and this time she sent her card in to her friend, Mr. Villard. As he came out to the room where Marion was waiting a smile of pleasure overspread his features. “Miss Marlowe, I am delighted!” he cried, holding out his hand. «“You have done me an honor in making me this visit.” “Qh, but the honor is second-hand,” said the fair girl, candidly; “I came to see Miss Allyn, but I find she is out, so I thought per- haps you could tell me what I wish. I am looking for the address of Mr. Henry Fair- 3} fax. Mr. Villard’s face clouded as he heard her errand. He seemed plunged in deep thought for the moment. “I’m. sorry, but I can’t tell you,” he an- swered finally. “When Fairfax went away he gave me his confidence, but I am not at liberty to disclose his whereabouts to any 33 one. “Oh, I am so very sorry!” cried Marion, “Really, I feel tempted to urge you, the matter is so important: still, my position is just like your own, I can’t tell you why I wish to see Mr. Fairfax!” They both stared at each other in great per- plexity. desperately. yy I wish we might compromise in some . manner,” said Mr. Villard, smiling, “but his COMMIC boo KS oCOUM