“All right, Marion,” said the young man, as he touched his lips to her hand. “I will wait, of course, for I do not wish you to be mistaken, but, oh, Marion, dear, do please try to love me!”
The last glance between them was one of loyal friendship. As he bade her good night Marion was proud that he loved her.
“It will all come right some day,” she murmured to herself. “Some day my heart will choose between them, but until then the duties of life are before me and I must go patiently on in the career I have chosen.”
THE END.
No. 4 of My Queen is entitled “Marion Marlowe’s Noble Work; or, The Tragedy at the Hospital,” a story of the deepest interest, in which Marion passes through many thrilling experiences.
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