Marion Marlowe's Triumph, or, In Spite of Her Enemies — page 11: what you’re looking at

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inv in — from the - table. Ed Gordon looked at | her, an¢ th ien came a step nearer. yr that | vemadrid got Miss Stanley exterday—is it true? And when, ke is she going to discharge Back ‘ ra. Lg ee “Sah hold her own with Lem- dric ct she begins flirting with the man- | “Which won't be so long as Ed Gordon is : a - company,” said the woman, laughing. ordon turned away again, this time with 1 “a ht ‘shrug ¢ of his shoulders. ‘She > has my consent, Tam sure, ” he said, or See never dream of monopoliz- t even if sae wished you to? 1€ oman. persistent. ‘ertainly not! Why should I?” asked actor, ‘sharply. “Haven't I a right to “hs +t my own companions, Rita : Os, _ This time the woman shrugged her own me) roa C 1 shoulders. - Hell has no fury like a woman scorned’,” per lightly. ‘You are playing with rye a , my dear Mr. Gordon.” ce: he he actor bowed without a word and went > Ly k to his coffee. a ad but a few shades paler. 2 “That's twice I’ve been warned about that ~ ; ; gi irl,” _ He was as calm as ever, e” E a eo . he thought, as he sipped the beverage. B a eS they don’t know me very well if they a Link that Vera can scare me—no, not if she a om mi In less than five minutes he was out on the street, walking hurriedly along in the direc- | : tion of the theatre. The words that the 4 v had said had vanished from his mind, and he was thinking of something that was “2 wn, _ Was ly pleasatiter. were. ten thousand times a Spaniard!” ie ver and over again a vision of Marion MY QUEEN. »-achked 3 , Marlowe appeared before him—pure, sweet and beautiful, and as gracious as an empress. In comparison with her, every woman in the theatrical company appeared vulgar and commonplace—even Miss Lemadrid herself, who was usually called beautiful. Marion was a strong, healthy girl, round and robust in figure, and the fearless glance of her eye showed that she was reasonably worldly. “Just the kind of a girl to inspire one with courage and lofty aims,” he whispered to himself; “not a beer-guzzling, treacherous cat of a woman who smiles in your eyes when she is ready to throttle you ; or to ruin the character of a sister wornan just because she happens to be jealous of J card-playing, 33 her. He had seen a great many oi this last class of women, and to his sorrow, for he was only twenty-five years of age, and had already spent nine of them behind the footlights. There was no memory of a mother in this young man’s mind, for she had died at his birth, and he had never had a sister. His mind wandered back to this while he thought of Marion, for, in some way, she awakened every tender instinct of his nature. Then, suddenly, lke a flash, again of Vera, the Spanish girl, who had he thought been his plaything for a year—and for a sec- ond such a flood of shame swept over him that he almost staggered on the sunlit pave-_ ment. CHAPTER V. GORDON’S PROPOSITION. Henry Temple, the manager of the Bergen Square Company, was one of the handsom- est men in the business. For several years he had been reported en- gaged to marry his “star,” and more than one ‘girl had been forced out of the company hb EOMMICLOO© (C LS (CO)