Marion Marlowe's Noble Work, or, The Tragedy at the Hospital — page 25: what you’re looking at

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MY QUEEN. for your own self,” said the lawyer, quickly, “and I will do it, too, Dollie, if you will give up this fellow.” “Oh, I couldn’t give Ralph up. Why, I love him!’ cried the girl, sharply. ‘‘And I don’t _ know why it is that | have come out with you, Mr. Atherton. I know Ralph would not like it. Oh, I am sure it is wicked!” Poor, weak, little Dollie was growing hys- terical now, and the next moment she found her head resting on her employer's shoulder. As the lawyer leaned over to pull down the carriage blind he became suddenly aware that ‘some one was looking in at the window. “The impudence of that fellow,” he mut- tered between his teeth. “It is a chap on horseback, and he was trying to peep,” he ex- plained to Dollie. The next instant he bent boldly and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Oh, Mr. Atherton, you mustn’t,”’ cried Dollie in genuine alarm, but as she tried to draw herself away from him he only held her - tighter. _ “Let go of me this minute,.’ she gasped, stamping her foot in anger. Her cheeks were _ Tike roses now and her eyes like purple pan- sies. As her lips trembled with anger they _ Seemed more tempting than ever, and Augus- tus Atherton, unable to resist her beauty, made another attempt to draw her head to his om. _ With the frenzy of despair Dollie tore her- self away and as quick as a flash uncovered’ the tiny window. | One glance through the pane made her al- most shout for joy, for there, still riding his Mount as close to the carriage as possible, was Bert Jackson, in all the glory of his lately ac- quired finery. “Oh, Bert, save me!” shrieked Dollie, and that second the horses were stopped. Bert Jackson sprang to the ground and threw the carriage door open. “Come out here, you old sinner, and let . s lick you!” he roared as he almost lifted Dollie to the roadway beside him. :, “Go on, driver!” yelled the lawyer, shrink- - back in his seat. Not by a darn sight!” bawled Bert, mak- vee a dive into the Carriage. Quick, Bert! Let him go,’ cried Dollie i 23 in dismay. ‘‘Oh, stop quick! There’s a lot of people staring at us already..’ Bert dropped back to the street with a groan of rage. As the carriage rolled away he shook his fist at it vigorously. “T’ll take. this car, Bert, and go right home,”’ said Dollie, penitently, as Bert was looking about wondering what to do with her. “All right, if you will,” said Bert, very coolly, “my horse won't lead very well in the street. I'll be up this evening to see you, Dollie.” “Oh, Bert, I am so ashamed,” said Dollie ashe signaled a car. ‘You won’t tell Marion or Ralph or Miss Allyn, will you?” “Not a word,” said Bert with a little grin. “But ll punch that old duffer yet—vyou see if I don’t! The idea of his making love to my future sister!”’ CHAPTER XII. MARION SAVES A VICTIM FROM POTTER’S FIELD. Dr. Reginald Brookes had given his last order for the night, and as he left the Prison Hospital he bent his steps almost involun- tarily toward the warden’s office. Some way or other the vitriol patient’s case had inter- ested him greatly, and he was anxious to know if any word had been received from the New York police about her. A large en- velope was handed to him in the office, and al- most identical with his breaking the seal he asked the warden a question. “Any further information about Jones, Mr. Warner ?” Ihe warden turned to his desk and began looking over his letters, and just then Dr. Brookes gave a stifled cry of astonishment. He had drawn a neatly folded paper from the envelope in his hand, and’in an instant he saw that it was his friend Greenawav’s life insur- ance policy. ‘What has happened ?”’ He asked the ques-~ tion mentally, and just then the warden turned to him. “Known for a time as May Osgood,” he said briefly. ‘Was an actress, but had no particular reputation.” Dr. Brookes dropped the envelope and stared a minute. “My God!" he said, sharply. Mary “Can that be CoOmiclbooks co