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. 5. PRICE, FIVE CENTS. MARION MARLOWE ENTRAPPED OR THE VICTIM OF PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY 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. 5. NEW YORK, October 27, 1900. Price Five Cents. Marion Marlowe Entrapped; OR, THE VICTIM OF PROFESSIONAL JEALOUSY. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CHAPTER I. “ILA DE PARLOA.” Howard Everett, musical critic for the New York _Star_, was just entering the office of his friend, Manager Graham, when he stopped and almost stared at the young lady who was emerging. She was by far the most beautiful girl that Everett had ever seen, and that was saying much, for the critic had traveled extensively. She was not over seventeen, a trifle above medium height, with a brilliant complexion, luxuriant chestnut hair and large gray eyes, that flashed like diamonds as she glanced at him carelessly. Everett gave a long, low whistle to relieve his feelings, then threw open the door and rushed into the office. “Who the mischief is she?” he blurted out, instantly. Clayton Graham, manager of the Temple Opera Company, turned around from his desk and smiled good-naturedly. “So she’s bewitched you, too, has she?” he asked, jovially. “Well, she’s the first woman I ever saw that could rattle the cold-blooded, cynical Howard Everett!” “But, good Heavens, man, she’s a wonder! I never saw such a face. It is a combination of strength, poetry, beauty; and, most wonderful of all, goodness! Why, that girl is not only worldly, but she is heavenly, too! Quick, hurry, old man, and tell me what you know about her.” “That won’t take me long,” said Graham, as he passed his friend a cigar. “Sit down, Everett, and have a smoke. Perhaps it will calm your nerves a little.” “Pshaw! I’m not as much rattled as I look,” said the critic, laughing, “but for once in my life I am devoured by curiosity, as the novelists say—I want to know where you discovered that American Beauty.”