Marion Marlowe's Money, or, Brave Work in the Slums — page 23: what you’re looking at

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3 % from the old countrymah whom she had 4 promised to assist, and, as quickly as she could, Marion took her hat and gloves and _jeined him in the parlor. ; “We wilt go down the Bow’ry first,” | “said, as they started out. : aa down, there where they said she might he “There's a dance- a of the places.” - ge ‘8 hope we may find her! said Marion, arnestly. “But we must not be ‘dis- mre we don't eee a even- “Be you afeard of a places: pe “asked the old man, as they went along. | Seat face paled a little, but she’ an- ee stoutly ; in eee b= att] don’t, think I shall like to see them, of c ‘OUurse, but I have sufficient courage o carry me ‘through, and I do not believe that- any bong y will harm tis ‘ 3 They'd better not. try,” ‘said the old man, ’ S raightening up. quite as young as he was onecet, but he kin “Jeremiah Skinner ain’t fight a bit yet ef they git him cornered. j ‘ner of her. eye.! _He was powerfully built and it is frame was ‘slightly ‘bent, but she could readily believe that he was as ‘brave as a lion. About nine o'clock these two strange friends entered the door of a concert hall, one of the worst on the Bowery, which is saying considerable. It was too early for much in the way of “excitement, and as they took their seats at a small table the waiters eyed them curiously. _ A few stragglers, men and women, came _upand looked them over, some of them half maudlin with liquor, but all fairly polite in their manner. “Ain’t youse two in de wrong place, _ uncle?” asked a big, slouching fellow, as he came and rested one hand familiarly on the MY QUEEN. Tf we don’t find her there we'll 49 the _ Marion. looked at him shyly out of the cor- . 21 “T reck’n we air,” said Jeremiah Skinner, quietly, “but thar ain’t no law agin our com- in’ in, is thar?” “Nop—only the boss o’ ther place don’t run said the fellow, “He expects you'll give up a dime it as a restin’ place exactly,” erinning. or two fer settin’ at his tables.” “Then we'll git up,’ said the old man, as lie rose determinedly. “We come in ter look around, ae thar ‘don’t seem to be. anything , wath seein’. “Oh, you come back a little latér-and you'll see something,” said the fellow, “Danged if I don’t believe the old hayseed is Did youse hear him say dat dere roaring. a sport! wasn’t. nothin’ here wuth seein’ ?” sporty,” “and don’ teorgit to bring that “Come back later, sang out ~ another voice, bit of calico wid yer “What'd ye say?” asked Jeremiah Shik ner, as he wheeled around quickly. , ‘Nothin’, not a word,’ said the fellow, erinning from ear to ear. The old man turned back and grasped eaLiGs firmly by the arm. I’m sorry I brung ye in here,” he said, with a shudder. “Oh, I don’t mind a bit,” said Marion,’ bravely, “but perhaps we’d better go on and “This ain’t no place for ye. come back later. It’s just as that man said— no one comes in so early.” They went out into the street again and walked slowly along, the people on the street looking at them curiously as they passed. ‘“Here’s another of the places that the chief said Mr. as he peered carefully at a number over a door and then referred to a card in his pocket. “It looks like a saloon,” some alarm. told me,” Skinner, said Marion, in “Surely no woman would go in there.’ Why, it is a bar-room, Mr. Skin- ed Het 3 “Side door,” said the old’ gentleman, read- mg from his card. “He underlined that per- ECORnNICLOOKS (CO) im