THE ARREST AND RESCUE.
For just one brief moment not a sound was heard; then an echoing shriek
broke from the lips of the “subject.”
“Marion! Oh, Marion! Save me!”
In less than a second the house was in an uproar. Men and women had
sprang from their seats and were yelling like demons.
Before any one could stop him, Professor Dabroski darted toward the
wings, but while he was still in full view of his audience, he was
stopped peremptorily.
The detective from headquarters was the first man to confront him.
“I arrest you for kidnapping,” he said very plainly. “Here, handcuff
him, officers. We must not take any chances!”
Two officers sprang forward and caught the professor’s arms, but he was
too thoroughly frightened to make any resistance.
“She is my wife,” he said faintly; “she is over sixteen!”
A curse from one of the indignant officers silenced him.
At that instant Mr. Ray sprang upon a seat and explained the situation.
His voice was clear and distinct, every person in the house heard it.
A perfect storm of hisses followed his remarks, and for a moment
it looked as if the entire audience intended making a rush for the
professor.
Cries of “The villain!” “The scoundrel!” sounded on all sides, for in
an instant every one appreciated the terrible crime he had committed.
A score of hands were reached forward and Dollie was lifted straight
over the footlights and placed in the arms of her noble sister.
As Marion clasped her in her arms, Mr. Ray and Bert tried to lead the
two girls out, while the crowd, as soon as it saw Dollie’s girlish,
frightened face, yelled with one voice: “Lynch him! Lynch the rascally
professor!”
The officers hurried their prisoner away and the detective came back.
He had found Dollie’s hat and gloves and something to wrap around her.
The crowd made way for them to pass, and as they passed a mighty cheer
went up that almost shook the building.
“Hurrah for the brave country girl!” they screamed and howled. “Three
cheers for the farmer’s daughter who came to the city to save her
sister!”
Marion wept with delight as Mr. Ray bundled them both into a carriage,
and as for Dollie, she clung to her sister and cried both from fear and
pleasure.
When they reached the hotel, Mr. Ray sent a telegram to Joshua Marlowe
telling him briefly of Marion’s success in finding her sister.
“He will never forgive me,” cried Dollie, her face burning and scarlet.
“He will never understand that I could not help it! Oh, it seems like a
hideous dream! Can I ever forget it?”
Marion took her in her arms to soothe and comfort her, and Mr. Ray bade
them good-night in his heartiest manner.
“You have been so good, so kind to me,” faltered Marion.
“Who could help it?” was the roguish but sincerely meant answer. “For
you are the bravest little woman in all the world, for not only have
you found your own, but you have also restored my darling sister.”
“And there is much more for me to do,” said Marion, moving away from
Dollie for a moment. “For I have made the charge of kidnapping against
that rascally professor, and I shall leave no stone unturned to have
him thoroughly punished. The Chief of Police has told me what to do,
but much will depend upon what I learn of his treatment of poor
Dollie.”
The two young people looked at each other with solemn eyes.
“Thank God there are such women in the world as you,” said the young
man soberly.
“And such men as you,” said Marion, archly.
“Good-night, Mr. Ray, the honors are even. Good-night, Bert.”
Marion took Dollie to her room before she broke down; then, when the
door was safely locked, she burst out crying.
“Oh, Marion, dear, what shall we do?” asked Dollie helplessly. “I can’t
go home to father now! Whatever shall we do in this big, wicked city?”
Marion wiped her eyes and smiled as brightly as ever.
“Nonsense, Dollie!” she said, gayly. “It is not a wicked city at all!
It is perfectly glorious! And oh, how I love it!”
“Then you don’t intend to go back?” asked Dollie, relieved.
“Never!” said Marion, stoutly, “or, at least not if I can help it.
We’ll get something to do, and stay right here, Dollie. There’s a place
for us here, but we’ve got to find it!
“Isn’t it lovely, Dollie?” cried Marion suddenly. “The superintendent
of the lodging-house has found Bert Jackson a position!”
Then noticing Dollie’s look she hastened to explain the exciting
episode in Bert’s day. Her sister was delighted when she heard of the
adventure.
“I just caught a glimpse of him on the street,” she said, “when that
monster, Mr. Lawson, stepped directly between us. Bert knocked him
down, but he was up in a flash—then the next I knew poor Bert had been
arrested and he was leading me along—I could not resist him.”
“You must tell me all, every word,” said Marion soberly. “I must know
the full length and breadth of that man’s villainy, Dollie. After that
you must try to forget him, dear! You are safe from him, now—never
again can he harm you! When he is safely disposed of we shall have
enough to do, for we must go to work to win fame and fortune.”
Dollie shook her head and a dazed look crept into her eyes.
“To-morrow, Marion. I am so tired to-night! To-morrow my head will be
clearer and perhaps I can remember.”
Marion took her in her arms and began smoothing her hair.
“Just one thing, little sister, and then you shall go to sleep. Did
you take grandma’s topazes from the old chest, Dollie? I looked for
them one night, but I could not find them.”
“I took them, yes, dear,” said Dollie sleepily. “He told me to do it,
and I dared not disobey. There was some reason, I don’t know what—I
always obeyed him.”
“I understand the reason, darling; he had hypnotized you, but now go to
bed, dear, we will finish our talking to-morrow.”
Marion helped to undress her, soothing her gently as she did so.
“We will get along famously, I am sure we will,” she said, cheerily;
“for all we need is perseverance and courage.”
“And you have courage enough for both,” said Dollie, brightening. “You
are the bravest girl in the world, and I am proud of you, Marion!”
“I mean that you shall be proud of me some day,” said the fair girl,
slowly; “for if patience, perseverance and courage count for anything,
I shall be famous, even if I am only a farmer’s daughter!”
And the beautiful speaker’s words were all fulfilled, but before she
could realize her highest ambitions there were thrilling adventures to
be passed through and dangerous pitfalls to be avoided.
Fortunately for her, there were other charges against Professor
Dabroski, and by the advice of counsel, Dollie’s case was discontinued.
The rascally hypnotist was sent to Sing Sing for ten years without
their appearing against him, and the two gentle girls were only too
glad to escape the notoriety of a trial.
As for Deacon Marlowe, he lived to repent his hardness of heart. The
nobility of his daughters overwhelmed him with shame and remorse, but
it was a pity the lesson could not have been learned a little earlier.
Archie Ray took his sister abroad at once to escape unpleasant remarks,
but his friendship for Marion never waned for an instant.
Emile Vorse remained at large for a little time, but both he and his
boon companion—the wretch who had wrecked Adele Ray’s life—were caught
in the net of the law later on and both were confined in the same
dismal prison.
Thus the downfall of three villains was at last effected, and all
indirectly through the heroic courage of a farmer’s daughter.
THE END.
The next number will contain “Marion Marlowe’s Courage; or, A Brave
Girl’s Struggle for Life and Honor.”
Questions and Answers
BY
GRACE SHIRLEY
Note.—This department will be made a special feature of this
publication. It will be conducted by Miss Shirley, whose remarkable
ability to answer all questions, no matter how delicate the import,
will be much appreciated, we feel sure, by all our readers, who need
not hesitate to write her on any subject. Miss Shirley will have their
interests at heart and never refuse her assistance or sympathy.
The following letters are a few which we have received from time to
time, addressed to the editors of our different publications, the
answers to which will be found interesting.
Street & Smith.
“My poor mother died in an insane asylum when I was only a baby. Do
you think there is any danger of my ever becoming insane and would it
be wicked for me to marry?
“Eloise T. C.”
You are a very sensible and conscientious girl to ask that question.
Yes, it would be very wicked for you to marry. Do not even dream of
perpetuating such a fearful curse! The person who, knowing that he or
she inherits a blood taint of any kind, commits a fearful sin when they
marry and propagate the species. It is your cross to bear. See that you
bear it nobly.
“So many young girls have had the benefit of your advice that I feel
confident that you will not be unwilling to help a married woman.
When I married my husband five years ago I thought he was all that
was manly and adorable, and I have tried to be a good wife. Little by
little he has seemed to grow away from me, and his business and his
men friends monopolize almost all his time. About six months ago I
met a man of my own age, and since then I have corresponded with him.
My husband is much older than myself, and I have found pleasure and
solace in the letters of my new-found friend who seems to care for me
deeply. Am I doing wrong to allow myself to enjoy his acquaintance?”
It is evident that you have not been able to justify yourself in
regard to this new friend. You do not say that your husband has used
you harshly, and his business matters which you complain monopolize so
much of his time are, we presume, really directed towards your comfort
and protection. It is his business that provides you with your home
and your home comforts. If it takes too much of his time to do this,
why tell him so. Tell him that you are willing to do with less if you
can have more of him. Let him realize that his society is more valued
by you than pretty dresses or a handsome house. Many men in their
devotion to their wives and from their desire to surround them with
every possible comfort wear themselves out with the effort and defeat
their own aims. If your husband is of this type he deserves the very
last atom of your devotion, and a thought of any one else is more than
sinful, for it is unfair.
As to your acquaintance with the other man, there is this to be said:
When you are morally bound to another it is neither honorable nor just
to encourage him to take an interest in you. You will probably do him
grievous wrong, even if you do not do wrong to your husband or to
yourself, which will be hard to avoid. Try to regain your husband’s
interest at once, and decide resolutely to have none but passing
acquaintances. Break off your correspondence at once, telling your
friend why you do so in a frank, womanly manner, and you may depend
upon it that if he is a man of worth that he will respect you ten
thousand times more for your action.
Let us hear from you again.
“I don’t know of any one to turn to in my trouble but you, dear Miss
Shirley, and I’m sure you will not refuse me. Both my parents died
when I was a child, and for ten years I have lived in this little
town with my grandparents. I am nearly eighteen years old, and am
beginning to enjoy men’s society, which my grandparents can’t seem
to understand. They make life miserable for me with their reproofs
whenever I go out with any of my men friends, and I am tempted to cut
loose from it all. There is one of my friends who wants me to marry
him and go away. I don’t really love him at all, but he swears he
loves me, and I certainly respect him very much. Do you think I could
be happy with him and make him a good wife?”
You poor little child, not to have had the benefit of a mother’s advice
and fostering care! There are many like you who have married for the
sake of a home and have found that home—oh, so unhappy after the
novelty and glamor of the change had worn off. Grace Shirley’s advice
is not to marry for any reason but one—and that is love. A marriage
based on any other reason must in time prove unsatisfactory. Respect
must go with love, of course, but respect alone is not sufficient to
keep two people together “until death.”
If you married without loving your husband you would only make him
unhappy because he would yearn for what you could not give him. To
see him unsatisfied would only dishearten you and make you even more
unhappy.
Wait until the one comes along whom you know you really love and then
decide.
In the meantime try and be friends with your grandparents, and in
a kind way try to make them realize that you are young and need
amusement, and there is no doubt but what they will remember that they,
too, were young once and that they will meet you half way.
“I have read your advice to so many of the other sex that I hope you
will be good-natured enough to help a man out with his troubles. I
am very much in love with a young lady who, I am sure, thinks more
of me than she does of any one else, but whenever I talk of marriage
she either changes the subject or else jests about it. I cannot seem
to make her understand that I am serious. Can’t you give me a word of
advice?
“Edward.”
We are very glad to help Edward or any others of the sterner sex with
their troubles. Very probably the young woman of your desire realizes
perfectly that you are in earnest, but wants to become convinced of
her own sincerity before she lets you talk to her seriously about
matrimony. We think she must be a very level-headed young woman, and
if you can win her affection and marry her you may feel that you have
secured a prize. The girl or woman who is slow to decide upon so
serious a matter as marriage is far more to be esteemed than those who
take the step hastily and unthinkingly.
“Your kind advice to others has made me bold enough to ask your
help for myself, for I am terribly perplexed. My fiance went to
the Philippines with his regiment over a year ago, and we have
corresponded ever since. Of course, I think a great deal of him, but
about six months ago I met a fellow who has been awfully attentive to
me and who now wants me to marry him. Do you think it would be doing
very wrong for me to break off my engagement and marry this other
fellow, who says he loves me very much indeed?
“Mabel K.”
We don’t envy either of your lovers very much, Mabel. A girl whose
nature is as fickle as yours is not fit to be the fiancee or the wife
of one of Uncle Sam’s brave boys in blue, and if the absence of one man
and the presence of another works so great a change in your feelings
we doubt whether you would relish Grace Shirley’s opinion of your
actions. We think that your soldier lover would be well rid of you.
The men who are defending the honor of their country deserve women of
honor for wives and sweethearts—women whose devotion will not grow less
because of absence, and to whom the attentions of other men will be no
temptation to forget their lovers over the sea.
“While my betrothed and I are truly fond of each other, we always
quarrel over one subject. He does not like me to play on the piano
at all when he is here, but wants me to devote all the time to him.
Sometimes I have no chance to practice during the day, and am obliged
to do so in the evening. As I expect to have to provide my own pin
money at least in this way after marriage, I do not feel that I should
give up my entire evenings to conversation. Do you think I ought to do
so?”
The man who is not able to provide his wife with pin money has no
right to ask a woman to marry him. Since he has done so, and you have
accepted him, you ought clearly to make him understand that your
cultivation of your talent is a necessity because of his inability
to provide you with what every woman has a right to expect from her
husband. No woman ought to marry a man who cannot support her or who
expects that she will have to earn her own pin money. We are sorry that
you are engaged to one of so little manliness and capacity, and you
should think a long time before binding yourself irrevocably.
“I want to ask your opinion on a matter of etiquette. I am engaged to
be married, and, of course, my lover spends every evening with me.
The other night an old friend called whom I had not seen for several
years, and with whom I enjoyed chatting very much. My fiance was
almost ungentlemanly, he showed his jealousy so plainly whenever I
addressed a remark to my caller. Afterwards I remonstrated with him,
and he said I had no right to even talk to other men. Was I wrong in
trying to make myself agreeable to an old friend?”
There is nothing in the world that leads to so much unhappiness as
unreasoning jealousy. If a woman who has pledged herself to a man
deliberately flirts with others her fiance certainly has cause for
jealousy; but in your case this was not so. A man who will become
jealous at a sociable, harmless conversation will become jealous
without any cause whatever, and will probably make his wife miserable
through that very trait in his character. We all need more or less
variety in this stupid old world, and the fact that you are an
agreeable hostess to others does not give your lover or husband any
reason for unjust suspicions. You will do well to have this plainly
understood before you marry him.
“I guess you are tired of hearing about other people’s troubles, but
perhaps you can find a few minutes for me, for I am certainly in great
trouble. I am deeply in love with a young man whom I know thinks more
of me than he does of any one else, but who enjoys going around with
other girls, and who says frankly that he will never marry. Now, I
don’t care a bit for any one else, and I am never happy unless he is
with me. What can I do to gain his entire affection?”
We would not advise you to spend your time trying to gain his entire
affection. There is an old saying about “wasting your sweetness on the
desert air” that would seem to apply in your case. Why should you spend
your time trying to cultivate in this one man’s heart an affection for
you? There are lots of worthy men in the world, and you will discover
them some day. The best advice we can give you is to cultivate the
society of every man you know and try and discover his good points.
Then you will not find the society of one man so indispensable to
your happiness. Preserve your own self-respect and you will not go
far wrong. Don’t try to make people think something of you when they
evidently do not wish to do so.
“My mother scolds me harshly for allowing young men to kiss me and
place their arms about my waist. We are spending the summer at the
seashore and all the boys and girls carry on more or less. Is mother
right or is she only old-fashioned and prudish, as the other girls
say?”
We think this is one of the saddest letters we ever read. Any girl
ought to know that her mother’s actions are for her good, and that her
mother has her child’s interest at heart even more than her husband’s.
We are sorry that you thought it necessary to ask our advice, but since
you have you shall have it.
Laxity in manners is never excusable because one is at the seashore
or mountains any more than if one was on Broadway. You would not let
one of the boys kiss and embrace you on the corner of Broadway and
Twenty-third street, would you? Well, you want to preserve your dignity
just the same at the seashore. The boys may make fun of you for a day
or two, but they will respect you a good deal more than they do the
girls that forget to respect themselves. This is not being prudish or
old-fashioned—it is simply being womanly.
“Do you think that a girl can be happy if she marries a poor man? I
am engaged to the nicest fellow in the world, only he’s poor, ever
so much poorer than my father. I love him dearly and would marry
him to-morrow if I was sure that I would not miss my home comforts.
Sometimes they don’t seem to amount to anything, and I feel as if I
would be perfectly satisfied, and then again they seem so necessary to
my life. Please advise me.”
The mere possession of money never made any one happy. Some of our
happiest days are when we have least of this world’s goods. “Kind
hearts are more than coronets,” dear. If your fiance really loves you
and you really love him the loss of a few unnecessary comforts will
not be noticed. There is no sweeter pleasure in this world than the
pleasures of giving and of going without for the sake of a loved one.
If you love your future husband enough to feel pleasure at the giving
up of some of your creature comforts you may safely take the step. On
the contrary, if you feel that you relinquish them unwillingly and
feel that you are going to miss them in spite of the presence of your
husband, then you want to be cautious and sure of your ground before
you decide to marry at all. A girl who values her own comfort more
than anything else is not a promising subject for the trials and
responsibilities which invariably accompany matrimony.
Unselfishness is the very first quality necessary for those who propose
to enter wedded life.
“I write to ask if it is true that men only desire to marry rich
girls? Is there no chance for a poor girl who is loving and
true-hearted to win a good, true husband even though she is poor and
dependent upon her own exertions?”
Good men are looking for loving and true-hearted girls the world over
just the same as they have always been. Our correspondent need not
fear that there is no chance for her in the field of matrimony. A
loyal, noble young man does not seek for a girl to pay the bills, he
is both willing and glad to pay them himself, if only he can find in
her a trusting, faithful companion—one who can bring joy into his busy
life with her kisses and her smiles. In fact, we believe that most
right-minded young men prefer the honor of supplying the funds for the
family.
“About three months ago I inserted an advertisement in one of
the matrimonial papers and received a number of replies. Some of
them seemed to be from real nice fellows, and I have kept up a
correspondence with them. One of them now wants me to go to New York
and meet him for luncheon. It seems to me that it would be a jolly
lark, but one of my girl friends says I had better not go. Do you
think I would run any risk?
“Florence C. R.”
Your friend is perfectly right and much wiser than you are. No
girl should correspond with men to whom she has not been properly
introduced, and not even then unless her parents know of the
correspondence and approve of it. Your anticipated “jolly lark” would
likely turn out to be a most disagreeable episode. The men that answer
advertisements in papers of this nature are in practically every case
scoundrels of the very worst type. They seek the acquaintance of young
girls simply for vicious purposes, and any young woman who desires to
preserve her self-respect will avoid them as she would the plague.
We advise you to break off this correspondence at once, and if you
fortunately have a “big brother” you had better tell him the whole
affair and let him write this would-be “masher” the sort of letter he
richly deserves.
“I spent the summer at Asbury Park with an aunt and a couple of girl
cousins. Every day we met two young men on the bathing beach and I
took quite a fancy to one of them. Now that I am back home he is
very anxious to call on me. How can I arrange to have him do so? I
do not want to tell my parents how I met him, as they are both very
‘straitlaced.’
“Isabel.”
Acquaintances made at summer resorts sometimes prove to be very
desirable, but are quite as likely to turn out the opposite. If the
young man’s intentions and character are honorable, he will no doubt
be able to find a way to become properly introduced to you and your
family. The manly way for him to act would be to call on your father
and explain who he is, etc. Then let your father decide whether the
acquaintance shall be continued.
No doubt the young man can find some one who knows him who is also
known to your father either by reputation or personally, and who would
serve as a proper person to make the necessary introduction. You cannot
be too careful to preserve the niceties of etiquette in matters of this
nature. Carelessness at the seashore should not be allowed to lead to
license in the city.
“After spending the summer at the seashore I have returned to the city
with my hands and face as brown as an Indian’s, and all the girls make
fun of me. What can I do to remove the tan?
“Dorothy.”
Don’t let the girls’ chatter disturb you a bit, Dorothy. The healthy
brown that comes from exposure to God’s pure air and sunshine is by no
means unbecoming. You could not have any better evidence of perfect
health and good circulation.
Never mind about the girls—the men will esteem your ruddy skin much
more than they will that of your sallow or pale-faced acquaintances.
There is nothing you can do that will remove the tan without injuring
your complexion. All bleaches are injurious to the skin and should be
avoided. Nature will remove the tan in her own good time, but if you
want to hasten the process a little you might use a lemon cut in half.
Rub this into the skin and the mild acid will help to whiten it. We
would advise you to let the brown alone, however, for there is nothing
that adds more to a young girl’s beauty.
“Will you kindly do me the favor to decide a question for me? I am
sixteen, and I have two admirers. One is rich and the other is poor,
and as I think exactly the same of each, I cannot make up my mind
which to marry.
“Adele.”
To tell you the truth, Adele, your letter is a “startler!” Apparently
such a thing as love has not entered your mind, and yet you calmly
insinuate that you would accept either one of these young men as your
husband. We sincerely trust that you will “look before you leap.”
If you marry a man whom you do not love you will lead a miserable
existence. Wait until you can honestly say that you love the man of
your choice. You are too young to marry, anyway, so you can well afford
to wait for him. The question of money need not weigh heavily in the
balance. Be sure that your lover is able to support you, for that is
absolutely necessary to the success of any marriage.
We would advise you to devote your time to study for two years at
least, as it is very apparent that your nature has not yet been refined
by affection.
“I hope you will not think me a silly girl for asking the following
question, but I have heard so much of the blissful happiness of loving
that I would like to know how I am to tell when I am really in love.
I have met several young men who made me blissfully happy with their
attentions, but I could not see any difference in my own feelings. Can
it be possible that I really and truly love them all, or is it that I
have never truly loved? Please answer this question.
“Evelyn.”
We are very much amused at this ingenuous letter. You are honest, to
say the least, and honesty is one of the greatest of virtues. We do not
really believe that you have ever been in love, and the word “blissful”
in your case means simply a wrong use of the adjective. When you really
and truly “fall in love” you will recognize the difference, yet we do
not blame you for coming to us in your perplexities.
“Will you kindly give me your opinion and advice in the following
matter: The gentleman that I am engaged to has given me a diamond
ring, and as I am a poor girl, working in a store, my parents say that
I should not wear it to business. My fiance is also a poor clerk, but
he saved enough from his earnings to purchase the ring, and he says if
I do not wear it, it will hurt his feelings. How can I settle such a
perplexing matter?
“Lucy B. A.”
Your perplexity is very natural under the circumstances, but we are
inclined to think that you have a right to wear your sweetheart’s ring,
although we regret that he should have bought so conspicuous a trinket.
Consistency in dress is always desirable, and we presume the rest of
your costume hardly warrants wearing diamonds. You had better urge your
parents to look at it differently. No doubt they will try to overcome
their natural repugnance if asked to do so—or, perhaps, your lover
will be willing to exchange the ring for one more in keeping with your
modest position.
“I have only been married two years, but for the last six months I
have been desperately unhappy. My husband took to riding a bicycle
a few months ago, and now he spends all his leisure time off on his
wheel. The only time I see him at home is when he is either cleaning
or repairing the miserable machine. I have a sweet little baby to take
care of, and I can’t find any opportunity to ride a wheel myself. I
don’t want to interfere with his pleasure, but I would like to receive
more of his attention. Won’t you advise me how to accomplish this?
“Kittie V. V.”
Bicycling is a pastime for which there seems to be a craze at present,
and the best of men are yielding to the infatuation of the wheel. You
certainly are to be pitied for the loss of your husband’s society,
but we can only advise you to bear with him patiently and try to show
him exactly how you feel on the subject. Above all, do not scold or
threaten to “smash his old wheel,” as it will have a tendency to make
him “scorch” away from you forever.
MY QUEEN
A Weekly Journal
FOR ...
Young
Women
CONTAINING THE FAMOUS
Marion Marlowe Stories
Marion Marlowe is a beautiful and ambitious farmer’s daughter, who
goes to the great metropolis in search of fame and fortune. One of the
most interesting series of stories ever written; each one complete in
itself, and detailing an interesting episode in her life.
Published Weekly. Edited by Grace Shirley.
CATALOGUE
1—From Farm to Fortune; or, Only a Farmer’s Daughter.
_Issued Sept. 27th_
2—Marion Marlowe’s Courage; or, A Brave Girl’s Struggle for Life and
Honor.
_Issued Oct. 4th_
3—Marion Marlowe’s True Heart; or, How a Daughter Forgave.
_Issued Oct. 11th_
4—Marion Marlowe’s Noble Work; or, The Tragedy at the Hospital.
_Issued Oct. 18th_
5—Marion Marlowe Entrapped; or, The Victim of Professional Jealousy.
_Issued Oct. 25th_
6—Marion Marlowe’s Peril; or, A Mystery Unveiled.
_Issued Nov. 1st_
Thirty-two pages, and beautiful cover in colors. =Price, five cents per
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238 William Street, New York City.
Transcriber’s Notes
Minor punctuation and printer errors repaired.
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