Marion Marlowe's Noble Work, or, The Tragedy at the Hospital — page 11: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. 9 you,” said Dollie, spitefully. “She always sees something wrong in a gentleman’s at- tentions.” “Listen, Dollie,” said Marion, almost fac- ing her in the street. “Alma Allyn is a great deal wiser than either you or I. She has lived in a city always, and met hundreds of men; we know she is our friend—then why can we not trust her? You know that she warned you about that very thing— about lunches and theatres with your em- ployer, Dollie!” “Yes, and I know that she goes to lunches and theatres with gentlemen whenever she pleases,’ answered Dollie, triumphantly; “and I fail to see why I can’t go, Marion.” There was another sigh from the anxious Would Dollie never understand that she was only a ewe lamb, while Alma Allyn sister. was a woman of wisdom and experience? As they started across the street both girls were thinking deeply, so deeply that for once they did not use their customary caution. There were trucks and street cars and car- riages in profusion, but in a second the girls were in the very middle of the crossing. “Look out!’ yelled some one, almost in _Marion’s ear, and the next instant it seemed as if a dozen voices echoed it. Marion was just ahead of Dollie, and as she looked up quickly she saw a heavy ex- press wagon with two powerful horses bear- ing straight down upon her. There was a street car just ahead, so she darted back, but the next second she saw that she had not bettered her position. An automobile carriage was coming from the opposite direction—it would not be pos- sible for both girls to pass it. Dollie gave a shriek and stopped abruptly, but in that second her sister had recovered full possession of her senses. One hasty glance at the horseless vehicle showed her that the occupant was George Colebrook. He was alone now, and his ex- pression was one of diabolical hatred. With one fearful effort, she grasped Dollie by the shoulders, and, running a couple of steps, gave her a push with all the force at her command, which sent her head first into the arms of a big policeman. Then Marion turned to follow, but she was a second too late. The fellow on the automobile seemed merciless in his intentions. | As the clumsy, carriage came bounding cnward, there was no escape. With a stifled groan Marion went down before it. CIA EER Xr, THE SECRET PROMISE. When Marion Marlowe returned to con- sciousness she was lying on a cot in the ward of a hospital. She was considerably dazed as yet, and looked around inquiringly. “Dear me; what am I doing here?” she said, dreamily. “Why am I lying here, when I ought to be on duty?” | “You have met with a slight accident,” said a pleasant voice very near her, as a “You are in Chambers Street Hospital, not Charity, Miss Marlowe.”’ white-capped nurse appeared. Marion tried to sit up, and partially suc- ceeded. Ina very few moments she remem- bered everything distinctly. “Was my sister hurt?” she asked at once. “Oh, do tell me if anything happened to Dol- lier “No, she escaped unharmed,” was the prompt reply. “Your brave action saved her, my dear Miss Marlowe.” Marion leaned back on her pillow with an exclamation of gratitude. She did not care for herself, but thought only of Dollie. “You have been here twenty-four hours 39 now, said the nurse very quietly, “but we Conmicoooks.coOm