Produced by MWS and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) MY QUEEN A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN No. 2. PRICE, FIVE CENTS. MARION MARLOWE’S COURAGE OR A BRAVE GIRL’S STRUGGLE FOR LIFE AND HONOR BY GRACE SHIRLEY PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York City. _Copyright, 1900, by Street & Smith. All rights reserved. Entered at New York Post-Office as Second-Class Matter._ MY QUEEN A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN _Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by_ Street & Smith, _238 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._ No. 2. NEW YORK, October 6, 1900. Price Five Cents. MARION MARLOWE’S COURAGE; OR, A BRAVE GIRL’S STRUGGLE FOR LIFE AND HONOR. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. A BOARDING-HOUSE EXPERIENCE. “How much money have we left, Marion?” “Nine dollars and seventy-five cents, but don’t worry, sister! We’ll obtain more from somewhere, I’m sure. We cannot certainly be going to starve in a great big city, full, as it is, of wealth and happiness!” Dollie Marlowe sighed disconsolately. She was not so hopeful as her sister Marion. The two girls were seated in a top floor room of a cheap boarding-house, where they had gone only a day or two after Dollie’s rescue from the clutches of Professor Dabroski, the hypnotist, who had abducted her from her home in the country. Both girls were dressed in simple home-made frocks, the same that they had worn when they first came to the city, but although their garments were coarse and absolutely destitute of style they could not disguise the natural beauty of the two maidens. The girls were twins, but they did not look at all alike, except in the general characteristics of their features. Dollie’s golden curls were bewitching as a fairy’s, and her blue eyes sparkled even through her tears, while Marion’s fair face was sweet and charming in spite of the anxieties to which she had been subjected. For Marion’s first visit to the city had been full of adventure. On her arrival she had been sent to the wrong address by Emile Vorse, a fiend in the attire of a gentleman, who had seen her at the station, and only rescued from the insults of another fiend by a Miss Ray, who was kept almost a prisoner in the apartments to which Vorse sent Marion. Miss Ray had confided to her that she had been entrapped through a mock marriage and only remained quiet for the sake of her family, but Marion had induced her to run away, and the young woman was now safe in the bosom of her family.