Category: Children & Young Adult Reading

My Queen: A Weekly Journal for Young Women. Issue 1. September 29, 1900. From Farm to Fortune; or Only a Farmer's Daughter

There was hardly a ripple on the sultry air as Marion Marlowe walked slowly along the dusty country road picking a daisy here and there and linking them together in an artistic manner.

Chapters

13. CHAPTER XIII.

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:...

6. CHAPTER VI.

Adele Gray listened intently to the country girl’s story, but not so much as by an expression did she show that she sympathized. She was a woman of twenty-five and would have be...

4. CHAPTER IV.

Joshua Marlowe’s tanned and bearded face grew pale at his daughter’s words. They rang in his ears for hours after she uttered them. He was not an altogether bad man at heart, bu...

5. CHAPTER V.

As the long stream of passengers swept through the yawning archway, a young girl stepped aside from the throng and leaned in some bewilderment against the wall of the building.

10. CHAPTER X.

He was unusually interested in the astonishing story which this beautiful country girl told him. If he doubted her words he did not betray it, so Marion talked on rapidly, feeli...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

“Will you please tell me where you got those?” she asked of the big nosed Israelite behind the counter, at the same time pointing to the topazes in the window.

11. CHAPTER XI.

“Oh, Miss Gray, I’m so glad!” cried the young girl. “I felt sure that you would come back, but your action was so strange that I could not help wondering why you did it.”

3. CHAPTER III.

The weeks passed swiftly at the Marlowe farmhouse, for Mr. Lawson’s presence there had broken the monotony. Not once during his stay had Marion been able to shake off her first...

1. CHAPTER I.

There was hardly a ripple on the sultry air as Marion Marlowe walked slowly along the dusty country road picking a daisy here and there and linking them together in an artistic...

2. CHAPTER II.

“What is it, Dollie? Has father been tormenting you about Silas again?” she asked breathlessly, at the same time brushing her sister’s golden hair back from her brow with a care...

7. CHAPTER VII.

A half hour later Miss Gray and Marion alighted before a small, third rate hotel and Miss Gray paid the cabman with a bill which seemed to be all the money she had in her purse.

12. CHAPTER XII.

“You look as pretty as a peach,” was the young man’s answer. “There’s thousands of women who would gladly change places with you—they’d take your clothes if they could have your...

9. CHAPTER IX.

“My dear Miss Marlowe, I would certainly tell the Chief of Police every word that you have just told me! Why the thing is infamous! I can hardly believe it!”