Marion Marlowe's Triumph, or, In Spite of Her Enemies — page 3: what you’re looking at

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. No. 10. — MY QU AT A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Eentered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 278 William St., N. Y. Entered According to Act of Congress in the year 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D, C, NEW YORK, Decenfber 1, ———— 1900. Price Five Cents. Marion Marlowe's Triumph: OR, IN SPITE OF HER ENEMIES. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I, A “PROFESSIONAL” BOARDING HOUSE. Well, for Is that a French restaurant or beer garden, or just an every- “Miss Marlowe, is that you? goodness’ sake, come here! day menagerie ?” - Jt was nearly midnight, and Mrs. Denison, the proprietor of a ‘“‘first-class” boarding house, was standing with her hand on the door of her second floor front room, gazing into the apartment with a bewildered look on her honest features. A beautiful young girl, in street attire, was just coming through the hall, and at the woman’s call she stopped abruptly beside her. “It looks more like an aquarium!” she ex- claimed, as she, too, peered through the door. “Mercy! how awful! Why, Shut the door, quick— some of the creatures are alive! do, Mrs. Denison!” But Mrs. Denison’s temper was rising now, and she determined to face what she saw be- fore her. She threw the door open wide, and with a vigorous movement lifted a small creature on the toe of her shoe and sent it spinning to the other end of the apartment. ‘“Hard-shelled crabs, and alive. as true as “And there's a lobster broiling on the stove, with my gas to cook it, and not a word said about such doings when I ask for extras!’ you live!’ "she exclaimed, disgusted. ’There’s a box of herrings on the table and some crackers,’ said the young girl, as she glanced around; “and, oh, what a lot” of beer! Any one would think they topers !” were all “Lushes is the word,” corrected the land- lady, grimly. “They call each other that I've often heard them!” “Ouch! Mrs. Look out, Denison ! He is after you!” shrieked the pirl as anothen wicj=