There was a tap on the door, and a bellboy handed Marion a card.
“A young man whom I met this morning on the street,” she said, blushing. “I guess I forgot to tell you that part of my adventures.”
“Ah, a romance, I am sure,” cried the woman, smilingly. “You are blushing, dear, your face is scarlet.”
“Come and see him,” said Marion, taking her friend by the arm.
They walked down the stairs and entered the parlor. As Mr. Ray rose to meet them Miss Gray uttered a shriek of horror.
Instantly the young man sprang forward and caught her in his arms.
“Adele! Oh, Adele! My dear sister!” he cried. “Poor child, I am so glad to find you at last! We have all heard your story and have been nearly crazy about you!”
“You have heard my story?” whispered Adele Ray, faintly.
“Every word of it, dear,” said the young man smiling, “and father is only waiting to get his clutches on that infamous scoundrel, while—well, see here, sis, I’ve got a seven-shooter in my pocket!”
He drew an ugly-looking weapon out of his pocket as he spoke, but as his sister gave a scream he promptly returned it.