Marion Marlowe's Money, or, Brave Work in the Slums — page 29: what you’re looking at

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“Will I ever forget how you locked her in the cellar!” ‘And then totally forgot her!’ cried Re ion, gayly. “Oh, 1 wonder how long shé sat there with her rags before they releasec her! = | | . , . “Well, it was quite a time,” said the young man, slowly, “for Mag was the only person in the house at the time you did it, so she had to depend on her next chance caller, and that happened to be no other than your hum- ble servant |” “What, you went back there, Mr. 3 fax?” asked Marion, in surprise. “As soon as circumstances would permit,” _ said the detective, laughing, “and> the cir- Bob Bennett. I followed him from the sta- ous. 4 capturing a notorious rascal when you put Oh, you did not realize that you were me on his track, did you, Miss Marlowe? | Why, do you know, I had been looking for him for nearly three: days—ever since Liz owned up to me that he gave her the jewels!” “And you caught him?” asked Marion, ‘ with a delighted smile. _ | s “Yes, I saw him as he was just about to enter the house. There-was another officer } with me, and together we nafbed him.” “On what grounds?” asked Madame Leo- _ pold, who was listening at “Oh, on general principles!” said the _ young man, ‘laughing. “T had Liz’ Green’s ; word and took chances on proving it. while my friend was taking our ‘quarry’ to _ the station-house~I seized the opportunity to ‘make my deal with old Nance, for I figured _ that there was no better time than when she was locked in the cellar.” He burst out hain again, and Marion . joined him. ‘ mt. > = * “ie ° “So you let her out, after all,” she said, in great merriment. > hi eg : - é tae ” 7 - * ; 8 Fe MY QUEEN. Fair- : Recathstances in thé case were no other than tion, but I assure you his route was circuit- - Then, 27 “T let her out after I had secured her promise to give up the papers, and then [ hustled up to you and borrowed that money.” “Not. ‘borrowed,’ Mr. Marion, quickly. “I gave it to you. Fairfax!’ cried It was well spent—every penny!” “You are a noble girl,” began Mr. Fair- fax, but Marion stopped him with a fresh burst of enthusiasm. : “You risked a great deal, but I suppose “Really, [ am beginning to feel a 2B teat respect for de- you had to,” she said, quickly, _ tectives |” “The end justifies the means,’ quoted Mr. Fairfax again, “so long as one dogs not really stoop to dishonorable measures.” “Which you will never do, I am sure,” said Marion, brightly. anywhere, Mr. Fairfax, you are the soul of “T would trust you }?? honor ! “And you are the embodiment of kindness ) and generosity, said the young man, laugh- ing; “but for your money, Miss Marlowe, I could have accomplished very little.” “T cannot understand a person having money and not putting it to good use,” the girl, quickly “I only wish I had more, that I might do more good with it.” They had reached the hotel now, and Mad- ame Leopold left them, after cautioning Marion not-to forget her lesson. A letter for you, Miss Marlowe,” said the clerk, politely. / Marion glanced at the address and then smiled at Mr. Fairfax. “Come into the reception-room while T read 3 Lewis, she said, gayly. “It is from Maggie and oh, the post-mark makes me homesick !” It was only a short note, telling of Mag- Mr. and Mrs. Mavlowe were treating her most kindly, and she was gie’s happiness. Saick mn already in love with the cammanalooml4.co