Summary

Lurana Sheldon My Queen: A Weekly Journal for Young Women…

The fair girl shuddered as she saw his look; it was so full of an ugly, brooding hatred.
“He hates her and she loves him,” was her whispered comment. The next moment she was out on the stage, and everything else was forgotten.
“Ila de Parloa’s” appearance was always the signal for great applause, but to-night the audience fairly outdid themselves. It seemed as though they were determined to give her an unusual welcome. Once, as she sang, Marion glanced suddenly into the wings. Carlotta stood there watching her, with a face that was almost ashen.
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Lurana Sheldon My Queen: A Weekly Journal for Young Women…

She was facing her companion with absolute fearlessness now, and, as the woman threw off her slouch hat together with a wig and false beard, the two stood glaring fiercely at each other in the strange apartment.
“I’ll tell you what you did, you little country innocent!” cried Carlotta, furiously. “You robbed me of my laurels as prima donna of our company, then you robbed me of the man whose very shadow I adored, and yes, you goaded me on to such jealous rage that I killed my lover! I killed Clayton Graham because you came between us, Marion Marlowe!”
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Lurana Sheldon My Queen: A Weekly Journal for Young Women…

In an instant the young girl sprang back and put the width of the room between them.
“If you dare to touch me I will kill you,” she cried sharply, at the same time snatching a small ivory handled revolver from Carlotta’s dressing table.
“I believe you would,” said the man, staring at her admiringly. “By gad! but you are a beauty! How I would like to tame you!”
“What does ail you, Ila?” said Carlotta, walking toward Marion and speaking very coldly. “Put up that thing, dear, and come and sit down. These gentlemen are my friends—they will not harm you.”
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