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¥. i 2 Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Eentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, 6y STREET & SMITH, th ahaa St., NV. ie " Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, NEW YORK, Ramen Woc. 3 24. Price Five Cents, —— !9oo, Marion Marlowe's Skill: OR, A WEEK AS A PRIVATE DETECTIVE. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER Ff. HATCHING A PLOT. “This biz is agoin’ ter the dogs, Liz. We’ve got ter tink up a new game. See if yer can’t fetch up somethin’ that'll bring in a few more » plunks. I’m sick o’ all this scrimpin’ an palaverin’.” “Wat’s the matter wid yer doin’ a bit 0’ the tinkin’ yerself, then? Yer can’t expect of me ter do all the schemin’ an’ connivin’! I’ve done my share! It ain’t none o’ my fault that You’d best git out an hock some o’ them dimon’s if yer be the expenses are so heavy. so scrimped o’ money.” “Not on yer life! Them dimon’s is my stock-in trade! It’s er cold day in er cold wurrld win Terence O’Connell hocks his 4? shiners! “What was bought wid ther money that his sister made fer him. Oh, well, there’s no use a talkin’, I suppose.” The speakers, brother and sister, were seat- ed in a dingy room which was used both as kitchen and dining-room, as well as parlor. There was a door opening out of it which led to a still dingier bedroom and a sort of closet on the other side showed a cot-bed cov- ered with a shabby blanket. Terence O’Connell and his sister liv ed in this squalid place; yet when they sallied forth from their miserable abode the wonian was always handsomely dressed and the man was fairly blazing with diamonds. This altercation about money was no new thing in their lives, for it was a frequent cause of dissension between them. How they made their money not one of their neighbors knew, nor would they have been much the wiser had they overheard the conversation between the pair. “Liz” O’Connell had been’ an orphan for many years now, and at present she was tak- CORnniclboooks (SO)