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. 4. PRICE, FIVE CENTS. MARION MARLOWE’S NOBLE WORK OR THE TRAGEDY AT THE HOSPITAL 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. 4. NEW YORK, October 20, 1900. Price Five Cents. Marion Marlowe’s Noble Work; OR, THE TRAGEDY AT THE HOSPITAL. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. A TRIO OF DOCTORS. The College of Physicians and Surgeons, or the “P. & S.,” as it is usually called, had just graduated a large class of promising young doctors, and the morning after the commencement exercises the big building looked deserted. As Dr. Reginald Brookes, a handsome young man of twenty-two, passed down the steps, dress suit case in hand, he came face to face with two of his classmates. “Hello, doc. What did you get, Charity or Bellevue? I hear you competed,” called one of the young doctors. “Neither one,” said Dr. Brookes, with a smile of amusement, “I got a berth in the Penitentiary, Greenaway!” “Oh, that’s too bad!” said Dr. Fielding, a pleasant-faced gentleman. “You’ll rust in that place—they never have anything interesting! Why, the best you will see will be a few contusions and a case of cholera morbus or eczema of some kind.” Reginald Brookes still smiled, although he knew his friend was speaking truthfully. “I’m going to Bellevue, and I’m mighty glad of it,” said Fielding, enthusiastically. “For if there is anything going they get it at Bellevue.” “Yes, they catch it all, there,” was Dr. Greenaway’s answer, “and it’s not so far from the world as the Island, either.” “Then there’s any number of pretty nurses to flirt with,” he said, laughing. “No lack of either fun or work in the wards of old Bellevue.” “I’m sorry for you, Brookes,” exclaimed Dr. Fielding again. “Why, you poor chap, you’ll hardly see a pretty face where you are going, for I understand that the prison women do about all the nursing.” “Yes, ‘Big Belle, the Confidence Queen,’ is head nurse there now, I believe,” laughed Brookes, “or at least she is guardian of the woman’s ward just at present. I expect I’ll have to leave my watch and money outside when I go on duty. She might try her skill on me, just to keep in practice.”