MY QUEEN
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MARION MARLOWE’S NOBLE WORK
OR
THE TRAGEDY AT THE HOSPITAL
BY GRACE SHIRLEY
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No. 4. NEW YORK, October 20, 1900. Price Five Cents.
Marion Marlowe’s Noble Work;
OR,
THE TRAGEDY AT THE HOSPITAL.
By GRACE SHIRLEY.
CHAPTER I.
A TRIO OF DOCTORS.
The College of Physicians and Surgeons,or the “P. & S.,” as it is usually called, hadjust graduated a large class of promisingyoung doctors, and the morning after thecommencement exercises the big buildinglooked deserted. As Dr. Reginald Brookes,a handsome young man of twenty-two,passed down the steps, dress suit case inhand, he came face to face with two of hisclassmates.
“Hello, doc. What did you get, Charity orBellevue? I hear you competed,” called oneof the young doctors.
“Neither one,” said Dr. Brookes, with asmile of amusement, “I got a berth in thePenitentiary, Greenaway!”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” said Dr. Fielding, apleasant-faced gentleman. “You’ll rust inthat place—they never have anything interesting!Why, the best you will see will bea few contusions and a case of cholera morbusor eczema of some kind.”
Reginald Brookes still smiled, although heknew his friend was speaking truthfully.
“I’m going to Bellevue, and I’m mightyglad of it,” said Fielding, enthusiastically.“For if there is anything going they get it atBellevue.”
“Yes, they catch it all, there,” was Dr.Greenaway’s answer, “and it’s not so farfrom the world as the Island, either.”
“Then there’s any number of pretty nursesto flirt with,” he said, laughing. “No lackof either fun or work in the wards of oldBellevue.”
“I’m sorry for you, Brookes,” exclaimedDr. Fielding again. “Why, you poor chap,you’ll hardly see a pretty face where you aregoing, for I understand that the prisonwomen do about all the nursing.”
“Yes, ‘Big Belle, the Confidence Queen,’ ishead nurse there now, I believe,” laughedBrookes, “or at least she is guardian of thewoman’s ward just at present. I expect I’llhave to leave my watch and money outsidewhen I go on duty. She might try her skillon me, just to keep in practice.