MY QUEEN
A WEEKLY JOURNAL FOR YOUNG WOMEN
No. 3. PRICE, FIVE CENTS.
MARION MARLOWE’S TRUE HEART
OR
HOW A DAUGHTER FORGAVE
BY GRACE SHIRLEY
PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York City.
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No. 3. NEW YORK, October 13, 1900. Price Five Cents.
Marion Marlowe’s True Heart;
OR,
HOW A DAUGHTER FORGAVE.
By GRACE SHIRLEY.
CHAPTER I.
IN THE FARMHOUSE KITCHEN.
It was a cold, dreary day and the countrywas white with snow, causing the sparselysettled village of Hickorytown to look evenmore desolate than usual.
Old Deacon Joshua Marlowe and his wifewere seated in the dingy kitchen of the oldfarmhouse, and it was plainly to be seen thatthey were both worried and angry.
The farmer’s elbows were on his knees andhis head between his hands, and as he sat insilent meditation he spitefully chewed a longwisp of straw.
Martha Marlowe dried her eyes with herapron now and then, and finally a decidedsniff evinced to her husband that she wascrying.
Instead of becoming more calm at thissign of his wife’s grief, Deacon Marloweraised his head and scowled at her angrily.
“’Tain’t no use tew snivel about it, Marthy,”he said, snappishly. “It’s got tew bedid, an’ thet’s all thar is about it! Sile’s gotthe mor’gage on the farm, an’ he’s a-goin’ tewforeclose, an’ all the cryin’ yew kin dew won’thelp matters any.”
“But where be we a-goin’?” asked his wife,desperately. “I’ve asked Samanthy tew takeus, an’ she ’lows Tom won’t have us!”
“Tom’s a doggoned jackass!” was thefarmer’s answer. “Ef I’d a-knowed how tarnalstingy he wuz, I’d never hev let Samanthymarry him!”
“Waal, you wuz pretty sot on the matter,Joshuy!” snapped his wife, with some spirit.“The Lord knows, Samanthy didn’t want tewmarry him!”
There was no answer to this, so Mrs. Marlowegrew bolder.
“Marion told yew how it would turn outwhen yew done it, Joshuy, an’, in spite of that,[2]yew done yewr best tew make Dollie marrySile Johnson! Not but that yew meant wellby the gal,” she added, a little more humbly,“but it shows on the face of it that it ain’tright fer a father tew interfere in sech matters.Ef our children hadn’t been driv so bytheir father, they might a-been here tew com