Marion Marlowe's True Heart, or, How a Daughter Forgave — page 19: what you’re looking at

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“A woman either sick or drunk,” said ~_ \somebody near her. } Marion walked along slowly, so as not to | get in the crowd which, like all New York a crowds, seemed to spring mere up through the ‘sidewalk. “Stand back there and give the doctor a chance. Move on, I say, or I'll club the ” ra 4 é * * * 9° > | Rs » ‘ fe 9 S * heads off’n you! Marion: shrank back a little, but she was 4 the only one. The others swarmed about the ambulance as though the officer had not spoken. = In the twinkling of an eye the ambulance ob swung around and a physician in pean _ sprang to the curbing. _ The crowd fell back a little when the of- -ficer resorted to vigorous measures, and the = _ next moment Marion caught sight of a wo- man lying on the sidewalk, with her head actually falling over the curb into the eutter. “Run out the stretcher,” ordered the phy- ; -sician as another officer arrived on the ; scene He picked the woman up bodily and ~ ~ laid her on the floor of the ambulance, which was fitted with a mattress and blankets. _A break in the crowd enabled her to see SB cxcty In a second she was staring hard, her breath almost choking her. -< There was something familiar about the / Woman’s dress, which was of a plain, dark ~ homespun, so common in the country. e The next moment Marion had pressed for- ee ward until she obtained a clear view of the _ poor creature’s face, and then a cry burst _ trom her lips that made the crowd stare at pe ber: 2 — “Tt is Sallie—Sallie Green!” she cried nyse é re terically. ; ae ef he ambulance bell clanged and there was Ps hee -of the crowd. Before she could MY QUEEN. “Get out of the way there, will you gh shouted a burly policeman, as he rushed up.. hg carrying Silas Johnson’s wretched wife to a cot in Bellevue Hospital. Sallie had kept her word—she had “run away to the big city.” CHAPTER. IX. MARION MEETS A MISSIONARY, ~ Marion made her way down to the dock, feeling almost dazed at what she had seen. She was endeavoring to decide what was her duty in the matter. She heard the clang of the bell as the am- bulance dashed into Bellevue Hospital yard, but she was too late to see more, for the great gate closed as she reached it. She took her permit from her pocket and glanced at it eagerly. It was dated, so she knew she must use it that day, and, further- more, it was now five minutes of eleven, so there was no time to be spent in ital? Sallie. “They'll take S 36d care of her, I am sure,” she whispered to herself, “and, anyway, I a. write to Silas as soon as I get up there. He can’t be so bad but what he’ll come and get her.” In less than five minutes she was on the dock, and here for a moment Marion al- most forgot poor Sallie. There were sev- eral policemen standing around, as if wait- ing for something, and on the deck of the Thomas Brennan, the ferryboat that was to convey her to Blackwell’s Island, and which was moored to the dock, she could see Sev- eral more men in blue uniforms waiting. As soon as Marion passed the dock en- trance an officer came up to her. Marion handed him her permit and He turned and nodded to the captain. “Go right on deck, miss. The prisoners will stay down below,” he said, kindly, as he led Marion over and helped her down the ganeplank. , Marion glanced around the boat, which ECORnNICLOOOKS GO