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18 Through your patient love you will win her back, for I] am sure no daughter could resist a father’s pleading. Let me help you,” she urged, “Let-us go. together! I would willingly risk my life, if necessary, to resctie a straying sister!” eagerly. There were pearly tears if bee beautiful eyes, and the fair young face had grown heavenly in its sweetness. “Thank ye, and God bless ye,” the man, devoutly. murmured “Yes, yew shall go with me, ef yew will. Purhaps yew can guide me tew ner!” Marion rose from his side, trembling with emotion. * ae) Bos night we will begin the search. You have “To-night, then,” she said, quickly. only to send for me and I will be ready.” She slipped her card into his hand and then hurried away, leaving her new-found friend wiping the tears from his face and blessing her in his heart for her words of help and comfort. “Oh, if my poor gal was only like her,” he hoarsely, “‘but to think of my Oh, It is horrible! horrible!” whispered, Annie a grovellin’ in the slums! it will break my heart! Marion refreshed herself for an hour in the seclusion of her room, but her thoughts were in confusion; she could hardly control them. Upon her shoulders rested the burden of proving Mr. Fairfax innocent, although up to the present no one but herself had any shad- ow of reason for thinking him guilty. a bell boy opened it While she was resting quietly, brought her a telegram. She eagerly. It was from Maggie Lewis. There was only one line, but Marion smiled ag she read it; then an outburst of tears re- lieved her nerves almost instantly. The Maggie “Arrived all right. country is beau tiful.”” made poor Marion homesick. This was all said. but. it ‘Oh, the peace, the quiet of my old home!” MY QUEEN. she whispered, softly. “How I long for it sometimes—and yet I love the city!’’ She sprang from her chair and went over to the window, where she could watch the crowded streets and hear the steady roar of traffic. . “Yes, with all its noise and confusion; with all its pain and misery, I love it, for I feel that in a city I can be of some use—in the. country it is awful—it was nothing but eter- nal stagnation !” There was another ay on her door and Marion hurried to open it. “A gentleman in the parlor,” said the bell boy, politely. “He wouldn’t send no card, but I guess he’s all right, Miss Marlowe.” Marion smiled-and then paused to think a moment before she answered. “Some one who wishes to surprise me, per- “Tell them to wait, I will be downin a minute.” haps,” she said, slowly. please. CHAPTER IX. F “MADAME LEOPOLD'S DETECTIVE. 9 When Marion reached the parlor she was surprised to find a young man, who was a perfect stranger, waiting to see her. “Ts this Miss Marion Marlowe?” he asked at once, as the young girl entered. Marion bowed politely and glanced at him questioningly. “T have been employed by. Madame 5 pold to trace her missing Jew els,” he said, ina very low tone, “and she tells me that you have information which may be of use to me.” As Marion listened, a hot flush crept into her cheeks. “T asked twenty-four hours, “Tf | would not impart my information to her, I certainly would not to a stranger.” * said the young man, | Leopold to give me with dignity. Madame ’ she said, “But | ama detective, quickly, “and if you do not tell me what you know you place yourself under suspicion, for Eomicbooks:.co n a