Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 213) (1881 08 23)
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2 ———— Fritz to the Front; oF om | The Ventriloquist _ Scamp-hunter, A ROMANCE OF ROGUES, BY EDWARD L, WHEELER, AUTHOR oF” “DEADWOOD DICK” “ROSEBUD ROB” NOVELS, ‘FRITZ, THE BOUND-BOY DETECTIVE,” ETC, CHAPTER I. MADGE. OnE bright hot August morning a cheap ex- cursion was advertised to leave South street wharf, Philadelphia, for Atlantic City—that lively little town by the sea, which is so fast growing in size and popularity as to rival the more noted of the coast Atlantic summer re- sorts. A cheap excursion which is within the means of the working class is ever a success, and this one was no exception; it gave the masses a Chance to escape from the overheated city for a small sum, and they grasped at it eagerly. Bright and early the ferry-boat was crowded and still there was no cessation of the stream of humanity that surged toward the river front. There were representatives of every trade in the city, nearly, and likewise a mixture of several nationalities; there were young folks, and old folks, and little children; then there were roughs, bruisers and bummers, an indis- pensable adjunct to summer excursions; and all in all a heterogeneous collection of human- ity. Just as the hot August sun peeped up over Jersey’s sandy horizon, the bell of the boat rung, and the huge ferry-boat began to move out across the Delaware, toward Kaighn’s Point, where connection was to be made with the railway. It was a noisy crowd aboard the boat, there being a good many roughs among the pleasure- seekers, who were more or less under the effect of Dock street ‘‘soothing syrup,” and who were disposed to have something to say to every one. Among the passengers was a young lady of eighteen or nineteen years of age, who sat in the stern of the boat, seeming to have no friends or acquaintances. She was by no means unprepossessing in face, and was trimly built, and dressed rather sty- lishly, compared to the others aboard the boat her sex. It was not long before several of the roughs noted the fact that she was unaccompanied, and determined to know the reason why. Therefore, one lubberly, raw-boned young bruiser, with a freckled face, blood-shot eyes, and a large red nose, approached her.and tipped his bat with tipsy gallantry: “"Seuse me, young lady, but (hic) may I ack ef yer got (hic) company?” he asked. ‘Plenty of it, sir,” the young lady replied, hef eyes flashing. ‘I do not know you; you'll confer a favor by not addressing me.” “T'lt do as I please, my gal; don’t yé sass cuzzin. Don’t ye know me? I'm a ‘full moon’ solid Mulligan Muldoon, I am.” Greatly annoyed, the young woman turned her head away without answering. This, however, did not abash the“ full moon,” for he advanced closer, and laid one burly band upon the railing beside her, “Now, (bic) see here, my beloved Miss Moriarty,” he began, but before he could pro- ceed further, a foppishly-attired young Jew, with red huir and a hooked ‘nose, stepped _for- ward and slapped the Fourth Ward man on the shoulder. . “Yoost you. bounce oud, mine friend,” he said. ‘‘Der young lady don’d vas want some off your attention,” ‘*Hello! who in blazes are you?’ Muldoon demanded gruffly, not offering to move. “I NOVELS, . are Muldoon, ther solid man, I am, an’I allow I kin lick any man on (hic) ther-boat.” “That don’d make any difference. Dot young lady don’d vant you near her, und uff you don’d vas gone away, right off quick, Ill throw you oud—dot’s der style off an excur- sionist I am!” cried the Jew. “Oho! you wull, wull yer? “You'll throw me out, hey?—me, Full-moon Muldoon, ther solid man? I’ll hev’a kiss from the girl an’ then [ll heave yer Israelite carcass overboard fer the fishes.” And, making a drunken lunge forward, he threw his arms about the young lady’s neck, amid indignant cries of a crowd of bystanders, and attempted to kiss her. ’ But he failed in his purpose, for she pluckily threw him off, and the next instant the Jewish-looking young man came to her rescue, : Seizing the rough by the coat and trowsers he jerked him away; then with the strength of a Hercules, raised him from the floor and hurled him forward down the cabin stairway to the lower deck. A cheer of approval at once went up from the largar,share of the spectators, and the Dutchman became the hero of the hour. Some: of Muldoon’s companions rushed to his rescue and found him doubled up like a jack-knife, and groaning over severe bumps. His rough usage, however, had evidently cowed him, for he made no attempt. to show fight or create further disturbance The young lady thanked the Jew, but that was all, until the boat grated up alongside Kaighn’s Point wharf, when she caught his eye and motioned for him to approach, “Tf you will beso kind asto assist me in | finding a seat in the train,” she said modestly, ‘TI would esteem it a great favor.” . ‘Vel, you bet I vil! Id is a purdy rough crowd for a young lady withoud some com- pany. My name ish Fritz Snyder; vot ish yours?” ““You may call me Madge,” was the quiet reply. d Then Fritz took her little traveling-bag, and they left the boat with the crowd, and board- ed the excursion train which was close at hand, Being among the first to reach it, they had no difficulty in finding a seat, and made}haste to occupy it, as the cars were fast filling. “T reckon ash how you vas goin’ to der sea- shore?’ Fritz asked, having some curiosity to know. ‘<I presume so, if the cars take me there,” the young lady replied, with a faint smile. ‘* Ts it a nice place?” : “Vel, I don’d know. I vag neffer there, but I hear id vas a nice place. You see, I vas goin’ there on pizness—I—I—don’d know off I stay long or nut.” Little more was said during the overland trip to the ocean. The young woman did not appear inclined to talk, and Fritz finally excused himself, and moved to another seat. ‘‘Der ish somedings vot don’d vas right apoud dot vimmens,” he soliloquized. “ She ish not goin’ to der sea-shore for vone object ‘alone, 1’ll bet a half dollar.” Just ahead of him, in the next seat, sat two old ladies, who were discussing that topic up- permost in their minds — spiritualism, One was a believer—the other an unbeliever. “Pooh! you can’t stuff sech nonsense into my head, Marier,” the unbeliever declared, taking a pinch of snuff. ‘‘Speerits ‘don’t trouble me.” - “But, that is because you have no faith, Mehitable, Now, my Sammy’s speerit con- verses with me, every day and night, and keeps me posted about the realms of eternal bliss, and when I ax him to.appear, he comes before me as natural as life.” ‘“‘Has he got that wart behind his left ear yet?’ apparently asked a man in front of the ladies, though Ventriloquial Fiitz was of course the au:hor cf the questivi. “ Sir-r-h!” the spiritualist cried, indignantly, ‘‘ Pll have you know my Samuel had no wart upon his person!” “ But, he had bunions, though!’’ a portly old gent across the aisle séemed to declare. “Tt’s a lie—a shameful lie! Id like to know how you dare cast your insinuations about one you never knew, sir?’ and Mrs. Marier arose in her seat, excitedly. ‘‘ My husband was u good moral gentleman.” “For the land’s sake, Marier, do set down,” the other woman cried, feeling embarrassed. ‘‘No I won’t set down!” Marier declared. “That old bald:headed, pussy fabricator saic my Sammy had bunions!” ‘‘ My good woman, I never said anytlfng of the kind,” the portly party declared, getting red in the face, seemed to cry. ‘* Crazy, am I?’ Mrs. Marier cried, snatch- ing up a freshly-baked pumpkin pie from the seat beside her, dnd holding it ready to hurl at the offenders, ‘Ill show you if I’m crazy. Jest ye open yer mouths, ary one of ye, an’ I'll show ye how erazy I am! Oh! [Pl learn ye to insult a respectable woman, who minds her own business!’ . And the woman came off victor, for Fritz ventriloquized no further, and the passengers had nothing to say, having no desire to get plastered up with freshly prepared pumpkin pie. In the course ofthree hours the train arrived at Atlantic City, and before the ocean’s. blue expanse, as it billowed away to meet the hori- zon, ; The grand stretch of level beach was thronged with people, despite the pouring heat of the midday sun, and many queerly-costum: d pleasure-seekers were buffeting about in the water for recreation and health. Fritz was among the first to leave the cars, and he stationed himself where he could watch the movements of the girl, Madge. _ Some subtle instinct prompted him to do this, with the impression that she was—what! That was anenigma. He could not, for the life of him, have told why, but he was im- ‘pressed with an idea that there was some strange romance connected with her visit to the sea-shore—tbat she did not come alone for pleasure, but for an object that might be worth investigating. She left the cars, and at once took a carriage for the principal hotel. Not to be balked, Fritz jumped into another carriage, and directed the driver to take him to the same hotel. i His conveyance arrived first; and he was standing on the veranda, when the carriags drove up with Madge, and she got out. She scarcely noticed him as she came up the steps and passed into the hotel; but, after she had registered, she came out, and touched him on the arm. , “You are watching me—what for?” sho asked, when he turned around facing her. “ Am I an object of suspicion to you, sir?” Fritz flushed uncomfortably, and hardly knew how to answer. “Vel, I—I—” “There! don’t make any apologies or ex- cuses; I know ycu are, and shall look out for you. Please understand I am no criminal!” Then she turned around again, and swept haughtily into the hotel, while Fritz walked away toward the beach in meditation. ‘‘She vas sharper ash lightning,” be mused, ‘und dot makes me t’ink some more dot fcr some reason or odder she vil bear watching.” He took a bath in the cvean, and then went back to the hotel. He was not quite satisfied to drop the matter where it was. Something urged him to pry further into the affairs of tois young lady, whose case had struck him as being singular. Py On examining the register, he found that she was registered as Miss Madge Thurston, and assigned room 43, As nothiig more offered, he sat down 1 ‘ha “The old woman’s crazy!” another man.
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7. Brita to the Front. ‘weranda, and watched the stream of people that surged in and out of the hotel, and to and from the beach—men, women and children by the hundred, and yet there were searcely two faces alike. During the afternoon an elegant close car- riage, drawn by a superbly-harnessed pair of high-stepping bays, which were in turn driven by a liveried negro, came dashing down the avenue, and drew up before the Brighton. A man of some thirty - -fiVve years of age Jeaped from the carriage, and entered the hotel—a man with a sinister yet handsome face, ornamented with a sweeping mustache, and a pair of sharp black eyes. He was at- tired in spotless white duck, with patent- Jeather boots, and a white “ plug” hat, and was evidently a person of some importance. He soon came out of the botel, accompanied by the young woman Fritz had defended, and entering the carriage, they were whirled away down the avenue out of sight. “Dot settles dot! My game’s gone und I don’d got some professional detective gaso, there,” Fritz growled, as he watched the re- ceeding carriage. ‘‘I’ll bet a half dollar I nef- fer see dem, again.” But he was mistaken. That evening when the moon was sending a flood of brilliant light down upon. the long level beach, he was one of a thousand who took a stroll along the water’s edge, over the damp sands of the sea. He was thus engaged, and watching the great luminous moon which seemed to have risen out of the distant watery waste, when a man touched him upon the shoulder. .“*Excuse me,” he said, respectfully, “ but are you Fritz, the young man who took a young lady’s part, on a ferry-boat near Phila- delphia, to-day?” “Vell dink I am, uff I recomember right. Vot of it?” Fritz replied. ‘Well, sir, you are wanted to bear witness to a marriage ceremony, to-night, up the coast, and I was sent for you. Step this way, to the carriage, sir.” Scarcely knowing what was best to do, Fritz followed, got into an open carriage, and was driven rapidly north along the beach, through the romantic moonshine, But, how romantic was his little adventure destined to turn out? That was what he asked himself, as he gazed doubtfully out upon the greenish blue of mother ocean. CHAPTER II. THE STRANGE MARRIAGE. In the course of a little over an hour, the carriage stopped at the inlet, where Fritz was told to get out and take a small boat and row across the water tothe other shore, where he would find another carriage to complete his journey in. He accordingly did as directed, and had soon crossed the inlet, found the second car- riage, and was once more rolling northward, along the sandy beach. It seemed hours to him ere his conductor drew rein in front of a jutting bluff which in- terrupted their further progress along the beach, from the fact that it reached to the water's edge; for another hour he followed the driver, a grim, uncommunicative fisher- man, on foot up a jagged path, which finally led into a lonely ocean cave which the high tides of many centuries had washed out to about the size of an ordinary room. A torch thrust in a crevice in the rocky wall, lit up the scene in rather a ghostly way. . About in the center of the cave stood three parties—Madge, a clerical looking party, and another well-dressed man, with black hair and full beard. He stepped forward as Fritz and the fisher- man entered the cave, and said: “Ah! [am glad you havecome. Was fear- ing that you would not accommodate us, sir.” ‘‘ Vel, I didn’t vas know vedder to come or not,” Fritz answered, ‘‘ but ash I am here, vot you want off me?’ ‘*T will tell you. The: ad ediea yonder | and myself are about to be married, and, to make things legal, we prefer to have a couple of witnesses to the ceremony, You will only be required to attach your signature to the marriage certificate, and will then be taken back to Atlantic City. uy “Vel, off dot ish all, go ahead mit der piz- ness,” Fritz said, perching himself on a rock. “I don’d know off id is a legal dransaction or not, but Pll do vot ish right by der lady.” ‘* Then let’s bave the ceremony,” the pros- pective bridegroom said., ‘‘Are you ready, Madge?” ‘Quite ready,” the young lady replied, smilingly. Then they clasped hands, and the aged cleri- cal looking gentleman read a marriage service, asked the ae questions, and pronounced them man and wife. The parties to the consummation were an- nounced as Miss Madge Thurston and Major Paul Atkins. At the conclusion of the ceremony the clergy- man filled out a certificate, signed it himself, and then requested Fritz to come forward and do likewise, and also the old fisherman. His request being obeyed, Major Atkins said: ‘* Your favor is duly appreciated, Mr. Snyder, and, if an opportunity offers, I shall be happy to be of service to you. You may now return to town in the manner you came,’ Accordingly Fritz did so, not a little puzzled at his adventure and the ‘strange wedding in the coast cave. Day was just beginning to lighten the eastern horizon when he arrived back at Atlantic City, and went to his room for a nap. But he found that sleep would not come to his relief, and so he was among the early fash- ionable bathers at the beach, After a good refreshing bath he went back to the Brighton and took a seat on the veranda, He had not been seated long, when a rapidly driven carriage whirled up before the hotel, and an elderly, portly man leaped out and hur- ried into the hotel, his face. flushed with ex- citement. He was well dressed, wore a little bunch of gray side-whiskers: on either cheek, and was evidently all of sixty years of age. Fritz surveyed him closely with the short glimpse he got of bim, and then scratched his head as if in quest of an idea. “Pll bet a half-dollar I see into der whole pizness now,” he muttered, with a chuckle. ‘‘ Id vas plainer ash mud to me. Dot couple vot got married vas elopers mit each odder, und dis pe der old man on der war-path after ’em, madder ash a hornet. Der next t’ing is, who vas der bully veller, vot ish honest und haff der rocks to support dot virtue?” After a few minutes the old gentleman came out of the hatel, and stood looking out upon the ocean, with ‘rather & savage expres- sion of countenance,—and his was a face that could be very stern, when occasion required it. “T don’d know vedder I better poke mine nose inder his pizness, or not,” Fritz muttered, taking a second survey of him. “ He. looks like ash if he might swaller a veller off he got mad, und I don’d vas care apoud imitadin’ J onah, 4 As if interpreting his thoughts, the old gent turned rather gruffly, and took a searching glance cf the young map. ‘““Woll?” he said, ‘‘I suppose I look as if I wanted to cut some one’s throat, don’t I?” Fritz laughed, lightly. ‘Vel, I vas t’inking somedings like dot,” he admitted. “T thought so. I ain’t a fool; I know when Tam mad; I lookmad. Do you know of any party around here who’s particularly anxious to end his career, and ain’t got the grit to do the jobt-—I would like to operate on such a chap.” ‘*'You feels like ash cff you could pulverize some one, eh?” $s Humph! I’ll contract to lay out the first man that durst look cross-eyed at me, I’m } | 3 u-——- mad, I am—mad as thunder, and.I come from Leadville, too, where they raise thunder occa- sionally. Bah! I wish some one would step up and kick me!” “Well, I’m your man, if you really want a bona-fide *job done!” Fritz caused a pompous looking man to say, who stood near—ventrilo- quially, of course. ‘I’m the champion patent kicker from Kalamazoo!” The old gent from Leadville turned and gazed at the pompous-looking man, a moment, his dander rising several degrees. “Oh! so you’re anxious to kick me, are you, my Christian friend? You want to kick me, do ye?” he ejaculated, ** Who has said anything*about kicking you, sir?’ the pompous party demanded, in haughty surprise. ‘‘ You’d evidently better go to bed and sleep off your ‘ cups’, my friend.” ; ‘“*T haven't drank a drop, sir, in ten years. And for you to deny expressing a desire to boot me, sir—why, man, I heard you!” “You area liar, sir; I said nothing of the kind. Besides, I am not in the babit of pick- ing quarrels with strangers.” And with a shrug, the pompous man turned on his heel, and walked off, indignantly. Leadville’s angered delegate gazed after him, a moment, with unutterable contempt—then turned to Fritz: ‘‘Poor fool. He’s no sand, or he’d not cut and run, after calling a man a liar, Upin Leadville things are supremely different, but here, alas! is a lack of back-bone. Isay, young fellow, have you ever cherished dreams of be- coming ricb?—a man of millions, as it were?” ‘* Vel, I don’d know but I baff some off dose anxiety to get rich, vonce in a vile,” Fritz ad- mitted. * Well, sir, I can tell you just how you can do it the easiest, if you will stroll upon the beach with me.” Accordingly Fritz arose, and sauntered down to the beach with this eccentric Leadvillian, whoever he might prove to be. ‘Now, I suppose you’d like to know what I’m mad at,” the old gent began, pushing his gold-headed cane into the sand, as they strolled along. ‘‘ Well, before I tell you, I want to know who you are, and what your business is?” ‘My name vas Fritz Snyder, und I vas vot you might call a detective—or, dot is, I vas trying my luck at der pizness,” ‘Indeed? Then: perhaps it is well I have met you, for [ have a case, and if you can win that case, you can also win five thousand dol- lars. How does that strike you?’ “Tt bits me right vere I liff, ven Tish at home,” Fritz grinned. ‘ Yoost you give me der p’ints, und I’m your bologna, you can bet a half dollar on dot five t’ousand dollar job. Vot's der lay—suicides, murder, sdole some- dings, or run avay mit anodder vite’s veller?” “Neither, A girl has run away from her home, and is wanted—five ‘thousand dollars” worth. She is my daughter, and is a sommam- bulist, and consequently of unsound ‘mind, at times, She frequently goes into a trance, and remains thus for weeks at a time, eating and drinking naturally enougb, but knowing noth- ing what she has been doing, when she awakens —though to outward appearance, she is awake, when in this trance, but not in ber right mind. I have consulted eminent physicians, but they pronounce her case incurable, and say she will some day die in one of these trances.’’ Here the man from Leadville grew pathetic in his story, and wiped a tear from his eye; but finally went on: “ Well, as you may imagine, Ihave had a deal of trouble with her, for in her state of trance she has often robbed me of sums of money, And wandered off, too, sometimes; but this last blow has been the most severe. It came. to my knowledge that she had beccme the prey of an unprincipled Eastern rascal, He bud met her during her somnambulistic wander- ings, and prejudiced ber against me, and caused ber to rob not only me but others, end sur- render the stolen booty tohim, On learning: this, myself and neighbors formed into a vigi-~ ”
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4 Fritz to the Front. lance committee to bunt the rascal down, but he took to his heels, and fled Eastward. A few days later, my poor child turned up missing, and with her the sum of twenty thousand dol- lars, which had been paid me from the sale of a mine, and which I bad lodged in my safe for safe keeping until I could deposit it, the next day!” “Twenty t’ousand—so much ash dot?” ‘‘Yes—a big sum, and likewise nearly all the «money I then possessed. I immediately took up the trail, but egad! ‘twas nouse, The girl is sharper than lightning, and eluded me at every turn. I found that her destination was eastward—doubtless to join her evil genius —and so I telegraphed to Chicago and St. Louis for the detectives to look-out, and inter- cept her, if possible. But all to no avail. She was seen in those places, but owing to some irregularity beyond my comprehension, was not captured. When I arrived in Chicago, I found that she had two days before left tbe eity, eastward bound. I trailed her to Phila. ‘delphia, and there lost all truck of her. Think- ing quite likely she would come to this sum- mer resort, I came on, to-day, in hopes of striking the trail, but all tono avail. Ihave as yet heard of no clew to her whereabouts.” “Vel, dot ish purdy bad,” Fritz assented. - “ Vot ish your name?” “My name is Thornton—I am‘a mining .speculator from Leadville, Colorado.” ‘Und your daughter’s name vos-—?” ” “Madge. She is a pretty young maiden, ged eighteen, and left her home very weil dressed.” ‘Und der feller vot vas pocketing der money —vot vos his name?” “Tt is hard to guess what his true name was, A’ Leadville he was called Pirate Johnson—at Pueblo he was known as Griffith Gregg.” “Gregg—Gregg?” Fritz said, meditatively. ‘*T em on the look-out for & man by that name. But my man is a smuggler.” “This villain may be connected with any nefarious piece of rascality. If 1 only had him here one or the other of us would get laid out— that is as good as swornto. God only knows what perils my poor child will pass through, before I succeed in finding her, if I ever do.” * Vell, I reckon ve can find her, uff der ish such a t’ing in der dictionary,” Fritz asserted. , He then went on to relate the particulars of his assisting the lady on the’ boat, and of the marriage in the cave, Which excited Mr. T»ornton greatly. “ By Heaven, I see through it all! Madge ‘{burston is no more or less than my daughter, and she has wedded this rascal, Atkins, who is one and the same person who was the Gregg or Jobnson out West. God forbid that my child is married to such a wretch. Describe him.” Fritz obeyed, giving a deseription according “zs he remembered the bride groom -- also of the man who took Madge Thurston from the hotel.” “The latter was undoubtedly Gregg,” the speculator declared, ‘‘and the other also, was, it is likely, disguised for the occasion, with a false beard. Now, Fritz, I want you to help we find my child, and break the neck of this rascal, and you shall have for reward the sum I promised you. We'll search this world high and dry but what we’ll recover my child. Come, let’s seek a conveyance to take us to the cave.” They accordingly went back to the Hotel Brighton, ate dinner, and afterward secured a carriage and set out for the scene of the strange wedding the night before. And thus Fritz entered into a five thousand dollar chase, which was destined to lead him into more adventures than he had yet experi- enced. ; - CHAPTER. ITl. THE BLUFF HOUSE. In due time they arrived at the cave, where the ceremony of the previous night had taken place, but a thorough search of the cavernous wash-out failed to yield any tidings of the xowmantic lovers, ‘¢ Pshaw! ther®’s no use of further search in this direction; they have long ere this set out for some other portion of the country, and we are wasting time in tarrying here.” ‘‘ Mebbe dot ish so, but:I dink dey vas go on up der coast, instead off cum pack by Atlantic City.” ‘‘Not impossible. In that case, it will be our best lead to go back to Atlantic, take the cars to Philadelphia and strike for some sea coast point ahead of them,” ‘Dot vould pea purty good idea vor you, but I t’ink better I remain on der coast stardt- ing vrom here, und follow der trail in der rear. lll bet a halt dollar I find ’em firsd, afore you do.” ‘‘Very well. It shall be as you deem best,” Mr. Thornton said, “JT will leave you here and join you, or rather be there to meet you, when you reach Long Branch. If nothing results in our favor by that time I’ll decide what is the next best course to pursue, Here is a hundred dollars, toward defraying your expenses. If you need more, telegraph to Jim Thornton at the Chal- fonte, Long Branch, aud I'll remit.” And placing the sum of money in Fritz’s possession, he soon after took his departure. After he had gone, Fritz sat down on a rock in the mouth of the cave, which overlooked the ocean, and gazed thoughtfully out upon the sunlit waters. ‘* Vel, here I vas—but der next question ish, vere vas I?’ he soliloquized. ‘I haff under- taken a job mitout any bases vor a start-off. I kinder vish Rebecca vas here, too—but ash vishin’ don’d vas do some good, pizness is der next consideration,” Night was not far distant, but he resolved to continue on up the coast in hopes of finding a fisherman’s house, where he could obtain food and lodging. He accordingly left the cave and continued his journey. He soon came tova level stretch of beach again, and followed its northward course for a number of miles—until sunset, when he found himself as far from any hunian habitation as he had in the'start. He accordingly sought a grassy spot, back from the beach, and Jay down to rest. Arising early the next morning, he struck out once more on his journey, feeling decidedly anxious to find some kind of a human habita- tion, as he was very hungry. He soon spied a farm-house, inland from the beach, and made for it in double-quick time, A gruff looking man sat upon the front veranda, as he entered the well-kept yard, and eyed him with an expression of suspicion. “Well, what d’ye want, young man?” he de- manded, sourly. “Grub!—somédings to eat,” Fritz: replied, spiritedly. ‘I vas hungry like ash a sucker after a hard winter.” , ‘*Get out! I don’t want no tramps about here. Clear, I say, or I'll set the dog on you,” the farmer growled, stamping on the veranda with his cane. ‘But, I don’d vas no tramp, nor I don’d vas skeardt at der dogs!” Fritz replied. ‘I vants some preakfast, und ish able to pay vor id like ‘a shendleman.” “Go to a tavern, then, I don’t keep no put- tin’-up place.” “But, 1 don’d find some tavern, und [ ain’d going no furder ondilI get somedings to eat. So trot. oud der best vot you haff, und I pay for ’em.”’ “Didn't I tell you, you ,couldn’t get some- thing to eat, here?’ the man cried, getting ex- asperated. Then be began whistling for the dog. ‘‘]’]] show ye who runs this place.” “All. right! Fetch oud der canine,” Fritz grinned, perching himself on the fence, and taking a pistol from his pocket. ‘I yoost ash leave haff dog steak asb peef stew. Anydings to fill up ven a veller vas hungry.” “What! how dare you, sir! arrested for carrying concealed weapons, you scamp!” ‘* Den I haff you arrested vor causing can- nibalism, py not giffin’ a veller somedings to eat. Come, now, misder; yoost set oud der vittles und der von’t pe no droubles; otherwise, der may’ be an exposure off somedings!” The farmer started at Fritz’s onmeaning de- claration, and giving him a swift, startled glance, arose and entered the house. Fritz noticed what effect his thoughtless shot had had, and gave vent to a low peculiar whistle, denotive of surprise. “ Hello! vot ish dose I’ve done?’ he mused. “T give der old chap a sour grape, dot time, all of which proves dot he is ’fraid off der ex- posure off somedings, und don’d vas got a clear conscience. Vel, dot ish purdy goot, too, Von t'ling leads fo anodder—mebbe I vil discover somedings else. Anyhow, I’m going to stay right bere undil I gets somedings to eat, und I reckon der old man vil fetch or send id,” Nor was he wrong in his reckoning, for shortly afterward a plump and pretty maid brought him out a tray of victuals that looked most tempting. There was bread and butter, cold meat, cake, pie, apples and a bowl of rich milk. No wonder Fritz’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, as he sat down upon the carriage-block, and received the offering. “JT thank you more ash a t’ousand times,” he said. ‘‘Der old man didn’t vas goin’ to give me somedings, but I told bim, 1 would ex- pose him, und dot fixed him. Vot’s der old crab’s name, young lady?” : The girl stared. “Mr. Sample, do you mean?” she asked, in surprise. ; ‘‘'Yes, I reckon dot’s der one—der old vinegar barrel vot yoost sot on der veranda. So his name vas Sample, eb? If he vas a sample off der neighbors around here, I dinks I stop no more. He vas got a segret, don’d he?” ‘* How should I know, sir?” “Ob! vel, I didn’t know but you might haff, heard somedings.” “Tf I bad, I don’t believe I should confess it to you,” the maid retorted. © When you get through eating leave the server on the block.” ‘¢ But, hold on—you ain'd going?” ‘Yeu? “But vait aw’ile! I say no. you some questions.” ““ What?’ : “Vel, one t’ing—ish der a town somevere’s near, on der coast?’ ‘‘ Yes, several,” ‘“Vot one is der nearest?” ‘Forsyth Landing.” ‘* Vot is der population,” ‘* Four people,” ‘“‘Sbimminy dunder! So mooch as dot? Any old mades among der Jot?” ‘‘Nary a maid!” . “ Vel, dot’s all. Much obliged.” After she had departed, Fritz finished his meal, and then resumed his tramp along the fonely beach. ‘Half an hour brought him to the landing, but he did not pause. Two rough-looking oid I vant to ask sea-dogs were lounging outside a sort of a but, Vil have you | but their appearance did not inspire Fritz with any desire to cultivate their acquaint- ance, About sunset he arrived at ‘a far prettier spot than he had yet encountered. } A great bluff of land rolled up to an abrupt and precipitous ending at the ocean’s edge. In high tide, it would be impossible to walk along the beach at the base of the bluff owing to the depth of the water, while at low tide the beach was quite bare. The evening tide was rolling in close to the base of the cliff, when Fritz reached it, and so he paused and took a reconnoi-sance, Far up on the top of the bluff he saw a large rambling old house, in a grove of trees, but whether it was deserted or not, he couid not tell. It looked so grim-in the weird sunset light, and so isolated in its lone watch by the sea that one might easily have fancied it an abode ot spooks, aud their like. a -
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“T s’peet dot I'll haff to climb up und go around thas bluff,” Fritz, muttered, not. at all liking the idea. ‘' Uff a veller vas to try und wade along der front, he’d like ash not get drowned, und dot vould pe a duyfel off a fix. I wonder ef der folks who lif up yonder ar’ samples off dot Sample I met dis morning? Looks like ash uff it might be a ghost factory. He was considering what was best to do, when he felt a tap upon bis shoulder, and wheeled about with a nervous start, Before him stood:a ragged, frowsy haired, bare footed girl, some sixteen or seventeen years of age a girl with a well-rounded figure of but medium stature, and_a face at once peculiar and attractive, from the sparkle of its eyes, the broad grin of its mouth, and the amount of dirt gathered about it. She had evidently but recently emerged from the water, for her long black hair as well as her wet garments were dripping with drops which the dying sunlight transformed into diamonds. ‘“‘Ha!l ha! ha!” she laughed, putting her pretty arms akimbo, and staring hard at Fritz. “Don’t I look si ly, though?” ‘Vel, I don’d know apoud dot. I dink der abblication uff some water mit your face vould make you look petter ash vot you are now!” Fritz answered somewhat puzzled, ‘Water! ha! ha! I just came out of the water. But oh! I’m so silly—that’s what everybody says, and I guess it must be so; anyhow, they call me Silly Sue. Was you’ ever silly, boss?” ‘Vel, I don’d vas know so mooch apoud dot, vedder I vas or not,” Fritz replied, with a doubtful grin. ‘Do | look silly?’ “Oh! lordy! you are the silliest looking goose I ever saw. I never saw a Yankee but what he was silly.” ** But I don’d vas be a Yankee!” “Get out! Don’t dispute me! I know just who and what you are. You are Neptune, come up from the bottom of the sea.” ‘You lie like dunder!” Fritz retorted, back- ing up, and beginning to get considerably alarmed, for he began to suspect that she was erazy. ‘I vasn’t no Neptune at all—no von but Fritz Snyder. Id’s a vonder you don’d call me Joner, vot.swa!'lered der valebone.” “Nop! you’re Neptune. Do you see the house up yonder?” Vel, yes; vot off it?” “Oh! that’s a high old roost, Ghosts and skeletons perch up there after dark and grin . and rattle their bones at you. They don't do it to me, because I feed ’em snuff. Ha! ha! can you snuff the silly part of that outrageous ga ? Say, boss, where you going, ef it ain’t askin’ too much?” ‘*Vel, I don’d know'dot myself.” *‘ Don't know where you’re going?” “No; I vas huntin’ vor somebody.” “Oho! soam I! I vas huntin’ for some one, veu I discovered something, and they calied me silly because I refused to. tell what. Well, good-day; swim over to England when you want to see meagain.” Then, with a peal of elfisk saughter, she ran and sprung into the water and swam around the base of the cliff out of sight. “Tl pet a half-dollar dot gal vas drunk or crazy, von or der odder, und der pest t’ing vor me to do is shlip avay vile I can!” Fritz ejacu- lated. 3 To think was to act with him, and he ac- cordingly set out clambering, up the steep side of the bluff. In due time he reached the top and found a level sp_t of a couple of acres extent, in the center of which the house was situated, sur- rounded by sentinel rows of sigbing hemlocks, A general aspect of desolation was perceptible on every hand, showing the premises to be un- t:nanted. The garden was grown up with rank weeds and the house weather-worn and old, some of the blinds hanging by one hinge, It was a large structure of many queer gables, wings and projections, and fronted up- Fritz to the Front. 8 on a road which had been used to communicate | this opening.to the floor of the room, and had with some thoroughfare further inland. ‘*Dot looks like ash uff it vas going to rain,” Fritz muttered, gazing at an ominous bank of clouds that was gathering in the west. ‘‘I dink maybe I petter sday in der old house till | morning, uff I und der ghosts can agree. I don’d vas much affraid off ghosts, anyhow.” And he evidentiy was not, for he boldly en- | tered the house by the creaking front door and closed the door behind him. When the clouds had overspread the sky in an inky mass, and darkness had shut in around the gloomy edifice, two black-whiskered men came along and stopped at the mansion. CHAPTER IV. THE GHASTLY RELIC MEANTIME Fritz had been in the old rookery some time prior to the arrival of the bearded men, No sooner had he entered the large hall, and closed the door behind him, than he felt a sort | of dread of something, he knew not what. There was a damp, musty, deathly smell about the place that he did not quite like. “‘T don’d know vedder I vas afraid oi ghosts or not,” he soliloquized, pausing and gazing around him. ‘It looks ash uff dis might be a blace vere dey manufacture ghost shows; but somebody has liffed here vonce upon a time.” The carpet yet remained upon the floor of the long hall, and also upon the staircase which led to the upper floor. There was also a large picture bung upon the wall. Passing along the hall, Fritz tried each of the doors which opene.! off from it, but in eack instance he found them locked, and was unable to effect an entrance. **Vel, dot looks like ash uff nopody vas to home,” he muttered. part, und if I don’d haff no better success, I vil stay out mit der hall ” He accordingly ascended the hall staircase, and proceeded to take a tour of the upper part of the rambling old structure. Here the doors were all locked, with-one ex- ception, and this had evidently been left as locked, the bolt being turned, but the dour net having been tightly closed, the bolt failed to enter the socket. “Tl try cer up-stairs | evidently been used to climb up into the attic. Fritz was just contemplating it, when a sound of footsteps in the hall outside aroused him to quicker thoughts. ** ll bet a half dollar it’s a ghost comin’,” he gasped, the tendency of his hair baing again decidedly upward. ‘‘ But, it was a cold day ven dey scalb me mit der tommyhawk, ash long ash I can climb,” , Accordingly, up the rope he went, hand over hand, with the agility of a monkey, and soon gained the attic immediately above the cham- ber. It was a dark, ill-smelling place, and so far as Fritz could see used for no particular pur- pose whatever. Ensconcing himself directly beside the aper ture through which he had come up, Fritz pre- pared to await developments. He was not a little anxious to know who the new-comer was—whether a human or spiritual being, for if the latter, he had a curiosity to inspect it. / In a few moments the door opened and a strapping Irishman stalked into the chamber, a lank, lean specimen of bumanity, with a Kil- kenny face, red hair, a fringe of reddi h beard under his lower jaw, extending to lis ears, and attired in brogans, short pantaloons and a blue soldier coat, with a grimy clay pipe in his mouth, and battered plug hat on his bead, Of the “rale old” race of Irishmen, he was certainly a good sj ecimen, * Arrah! sure it’s divil one room but they have locked, an’ a sorry place it is, too, for a dacent Irish gintlemon—an tha son of a duke at that! Bad ’cess to sich a counthry, ouny- how, It's wurruk like the divil for a bit of grub, and when a mon gits out ov wurrvk sure stomick has to pay for it. If yez ax a mon will he be afther givin’ yeza nip off bread, be tell yez, ‘Arrab! off wid ye, ye murdtly rin’ tromp, or [ll sick tha purrup on yez!’ bedad,” “‘T'll yoost.pet half collar der Irishman vas pin stoppin’ mit Samples!” Fritz muttered, wi b agrin, taking a peep at the son of Erin “He vas hungry like as vot I vas, Vonder oif he haff discovered der skelegon, yet avile.” The Hibernian had not, evidently, for he was | perched composedly beneath the suspended Opening this door, Fritz entered, and found | himself in a large furnished apartment, tbere being a carpet, old and moth eaten, upon the floor; several. pieces of stuffed furniture, which had also been victims of moth and worm, and | a large round oaken table in the center of the room, And over this, suspended by a cord which was fastened to the ceiling, was an object which caused Fritz to utter a grunt of startled. alarm. . It was a man’s head, cut from the body at the throat, and held in suspension by a cord fastened to the long hair, The bead had possibly hung there for a year or so, for the flesh had dried down upon the bones. The eyes, however, retained their | glassy stare, the teeth. showed to ghastly ad- vantage, and the heavy black mustache and goatee bristled ferociously. Fritz gave a startled cry, and his hair fairly | raised on end, as he beheld the strange specta- cle, but the Jonger he stared at it, the less bis | alarm, and he finally advanced into the room, | “By shimminy—lI vas skeardt like ash der duyfel at firsd, put now I don’d vas a bit afraid. Somepody hang dot up there yoost for ascare-crow. Uff der ghosts vas to-see it, [1 | bet a haljf-dollar dey vould run.” Just then there was a flash of lightning and a heavy roll of thunder, which caused Fritz to start, and give a nervous glance at the swing- ing head. **T don’d quite vas like id here,” he muttered uneasily. ‘:Id makes a veller t’ink he’s goin’ | der get smashed up effery minute. I vonder vot dey keep up there?’ and his eyes rested upon an aperture in the ceiling, such as is | often provided in houses as & means cf reaching | the roof. A stout rope bung down through head. “Sorry a place this is for the son of a duke,” be went on muttering. ‘Sure, it looks as if tha ould divil himself had been here. Guess this property would be sellin’ moighty cheap, tha while, Ugh!” asa heavy clap of thunder caused the house to shoke from stem to stern, “a sorry wild night it’s a-goin’ to be, an’ it’s meself that’s wishin’ I was back forninst tha furdther side av the big. puddle.” ‘‘Ha! ha!” laughed Fritz, throwing his voice to the furtber side of the room. — “Yis, ha! ba! bad ’cess to the loikes av yez, whoever you may be!” the Irishman eri d, fiercely, gezing in vain around the epariment, in search of the author of the laugh. ‘* Ho! bo! itchy, dirdty Irish!” Fritz caused | a different voice to eay, in a siill opposite part of the room. : “No, I’m divil a wan av the likes!” the sou of Erin cried, getting angry. ‘Bad luck to yez! et I gits me hands on yey, it’s a div il’s own trceuncin’ yowll get, ontireily, Vu bave yez know my name is Patrick Gregan, en’ it’s the dacent, gintlemonly scn av a duke and a dutchess I am, Ledad,” ‘“‘A son off a gun, more likeiy. Lock out, you bloody lrish, or 1 vil spit on youl” Fritz caused the susjended head to say, in 4 bvuarse gurgling voice, “ Aha! it’s spittin’? on me yez'll be, eh?” the Hibernian cried, leaping frem his seat, bis walking-stick in hand—a formid: ble piece of real thorn, “Oh! you bleck-jivered «mad- haun, if I catch yez, von’t Lteche yez to be dacent and civil to a gintiemon!” Then, chancirg to glance upward, he saw for the first the svinging head, end in utter) or ror dropped upon his knees a:d raisea Lis bands upward in suy plicaticn.
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} : ! } } “Oh! holy Virgin Mary protect me!” he howled, his terrified gaze glued upon the un- sightly object. ‘‘Oh! murdtherin’ Maria! och! bad luck, fot have I done, Mr. Divil—shure it’s nary a thing wrong I’ve did, nor sthalin’ I’ve never been guilty of!” ‘““You vas von son off a sea-cook,” came from the head. , “Yis! och! sure I’se any thing yez wants, Mr. Divil—-only don’t be afther hurtin’ the loikes av me?” » “Then, arise, dirdty Irish, and climb into. the attic, before the spirits come to wrap their icy clutches around you.” “Sure, il be afther goin’!” Pat cried, and he did go—not up the rope, but out of the room, as fast as he could go. Nor did he pause until outside of the house, as Fritz could tell, by the sound of his rapidly retreating footsteps. ‘Vel, dot vas purdy goot fun!” Fritz mut- tered with a grin. ‘I dink I vil vait dil some vone else comes,” He had not long to wait, before footsteps sounded once more, coming up the stairs, just as the storm broke loose outside, and torrents -of rain poured down upon the roof, while the thunder rumbled, ominously. Presently two men entered, one carrying a lantern, for it was now quite dark. Both were roughly dressed and brutal look- ing fellows, wearing heavy blatk beards, ‘*Humph!” was Fritz’s mental comment, as he bebeld them. “Tl bet a balf dollar I smells von mice. Uff I haff not made a big mistake, I dinks [ haff stumbled right inder the smugglers’ den,-vot I am looking for.” It was only a sudden suspicion, to be sure; nevertheless it struck him very forcibly. One of the men sat the tantern upon tbe table, and then perched himself beside it, while the other sat down upona chair, and gave speculatively at the ghastly object which hung suspended from the ceiling. **T wonder how long afore-the rest o’ the? boys will be here?’ ha growled. ‘¢Dunno,” the other fellow replied, * Ticpe they'll comevafore long and settie the "nutter, so that we'll knuw what we’ve got to do.” “ How d’ye think it’s going?” “Dunno, Reckon the majority’ll he ag’in’ the poor cuss,” “Tm thinkin’ that way, too. I kinder hope not, though, for I don’t fancy the job,” *Pshaw! you're chicken-hearted, without «cause. He’s never made love to yuu.” ‘*Daru it, no; but he’s too fine a specimen of manhood to feed to the sharks.” ‘Pooh! Many’s the one better’n he wot’s enriched the bottom o’ the sea, I wonder who the Irishman was, we met at the front?’ “Some tramp, I allow, who’d sought a night’s shelter here, and got skeered at our friend Bill,” and he glanced at the swinging head with a laugh. ‘“Hel.o! I say, Bill, how are you getting along in yer new 4 lace oO’ res- idence?” ‘‘ First-rate!”” apparently answered the grin-. ning head, followed by a very ghostly sort of a gurgling laugh. “ Jéhosaphat!” cried the questioner, leaping to his feet. “Thunder and lightning! ‘Did ye heer that, Hank?” “ Waal, I should murmur,” Hank grunted, Jeaving the table with a spring, and landing near the door, ‘‘ What tue devil’s the mat- ter? “ Cussed ef the cadaver o’ Bill Budge didn’t speak,” the first man cried, ‘‘Git out! Budge has bin dead over a year; how in thunder cou!d he speak?” “Mebbe his spirit hes come back inter his head,” “Pooh! impossible! It was our fancy; we didn’t hear nothin’,” Hank growled, edging a trifle nearer to tive door. “You're a liar!” thundered a voice seeming to,come directly from between the pearly’ hh of the suspended head, and to make matters worse, the head began to swing slowly %& and fro. a Fritz to the Front. With howls and curses, the two masked men made the hastiest Find of an exit from the room and down the stairs, while Fritz in the attic was convulsed ‘vith laughter. “Dot was better as half-a-dozen suppers, py shimminy!” he snorted, holding bis sides. All was now quiet for some time, except for the howling of the storm without. “But, finally, footsteps were again heard, and eight men, all n asked but one, filed into the room. The eighth man was a young man, of pre- possessing appearan’e, unmasked, and had his hands botind bebind his back, He was better ¢ressed than his grim cap- tors, and there wis a fearless, cool expression upon his face, that at once won Fritz’s admira- tion, “Ha! Hank on | Jim have been here already, and gone!” a tail, broad-shouldered member of the party said, ‘‘They’ll be back directly, no doubt. And now, Hal Hartly, we will pro- ceed to review’your case, and dispose of it ac- cording to the decision of the majority.” “Go ¢ heal, captain!” the prisoner replied, calmly, ‘'J am as well prepared now, as I shall be.” CHAPTER V. PU L BUDGE’S CONVERSATION. To Friiz, the scene below of course began to grow more interesting. “Tot veller vas goin’ to pe tried for some- dirg*,” he muttered, ‘‘und vot ish more, uff der verdict don’d vas in his favor, he vas goin’ dar git sp’iled.” Young Hartly, if his thoughts were in the seme channel as those of the watcher, didn’t e@ppear very much troubled about the matter, for he perched himself upon the table, while the six jurors sat in a semie rcle facing him, and the captain a little to one side. “Well, sir, what bave you to say, Hartly, in regard to this suspicion which has arisen against you—that you are a traitor to our cause?” ‘Nothing, sir, except that whoever started the suspicion, is a liar‘and a coward!” was the retort, : “Then, you deny that you have ever be- trayed the existence of this band, outside of its own membership?’ ‘‘T do most emphatically. What assurance have you, that any one has betrayed you?” “Ts it not ample proof, when strange men haunt this vicinity, and haunt the members to their very doors? These law-sbarks, or de- tectives, only wait for some disclosure, to ‘spring their traps on me and my faithful fol- lowers,” ° ty “JT am not to blame. Though forced into service against my will, and made to swear the oath of allegiance, rather than lose my life, I have kept such secrets as came into my pos- session. I believe I know who has excited the suspicious feeling against me.” “ Well, sir, who?’ “Your rascally son, for one—your jealous daughter, for another,” Hartly replied, sbrug- ging his shoulders with a contemptuous laugh. ‘How dare you term my son rascally, sir, and accuse my child of jsalousy.” ‘¢ Because, the boy is as unprincipled a villain as yourself,and as for your daughter, when she found that I did not court her favor, she at once turned against me. I despise both your son and your daughter, Captain Gregg, and that is all I have to say, excépt that I am not guilty of the charge preferred against me.” “That remains to be told by the jury. You see the head of Bill Budge, just above you, Hartly? He was caught in an intended act of treachery, aud you see his end. If Bill could speak, he’d tell you that the fate of the traitor is hard.” “Youre a cussed liar!” Budge’s suspended remnant seemed to say, in a deep, hoarse voice, The captain and the jury uftered each a startled oath, and gazed at the offending head, | in astonishment, ‘¢Who called me a liar!” Gregg demanded, fiercely. ‘‘ By the sgods, I thought it was Budge’s lips that u! tered those words. ‘So it was!” the head seemed to say; then there was a gurgling sort of laugh, and the head shook, perceptibly. “Ten thousand furies!” Gregg yelled, and hastily wrenching open the (oor, he made a hasty exit from the room, followed by the jurors—nor did they stop, short of the botton» of the stairs, Hartly did not leave the room, but dis- mounting from his perch upon the table, waiked off a few paces to where he could get a good look at Budge’s unfortunate pate. ‘‘Something deuced funny, bere, I’m blowed if there ain’t!” he soliloquized, apparently quite composed. ‘It's the first time I have ever heard dead men talk. I say, Budge, how’s the temperature up your way?” “Two Vousand degrees above blood heat,” seemed to issue from between the gleaming teeth. ‘‘Humph! pretty warm, that, I must ad- mit,” Hartly said, loaking still more puzzied, Fritz, while perpetrating the ventriloquism, was also listening and planning. “Dot veller Hartly is der very chep to helb me oud mit my scheme,” he muttered, “und ve must escape from heré, peiore der sr-ug- *glers return.” ; Accordingly he slid down the rope into the room below. Hartly looked surprised. ‘““Who the deuce are you?” he demanded, stepping back a psce. “Fritz Snyder, detective,” Fritz replied. “I come here on pizness—vot tor, you can easily guess, I vant you to helb me oud mit it, und I vil see dot you haff your liberty.” ‘“‘Ha! ba! that’s your game, is it? Well, my friend, I'd like to do it, first rate, but I can- not oblige you.” “Vy not?’ “ Because, I. swore allegiance to the cause you would have me betray, and it never shall be said that Hal Hartly was nota man of his: word!” é “ But I heard you say dot you vas forced inder der pizness.” “ So I was, against. my will, but that does not jessen the obligations of my oath. While I live, I shall adhere to my sworn promise.” ‘You vas foolish—you don’d vil get any credit tor your rerolve. Yoost ash like ash n t you will pe killed, on der suspicion dot’s al- ready against you.” » “Perhaps. Ifso, J shall submit, knowing I have been innocent of breaking my word.” ‘*Pshaw! dis vos all nonsense! You don’d vas want to die no more ash any odder man. Le! me cut der bonds vot fastens your arm, und ve vill climb up to der attic und escape vyrom der 1cof to some place where we vil pe safe, undil ve can make arrangements to break oop dis smugglers’ league.” “Nothing would please me more, but owing to my’ oath, I niust yositivély refuse to do anything of the kind!” Hartly persisted, firmly. “T admire your proposed attempt, and while I shall do notbing to interrupt it, I cannot con- scientiously do anything to help it along. Can you enlighten me any as to the mystery of this head, which when not possessed of life, yet uses its voice so naturally. “T dells you noddings apoud it,” Fritz re- plied, shaking his head. ‘‘ Hark!” “Yes! I hear. It is Gregg and the boys coming back. Quick! or you will be seen!” Fritz made haste to shin up the rope to the garret once more, and had barely succeeded in so doing when the smugglers, headed by Cap- tain Gregg, once more entered the room. They did not come boldly in, but thrust their ‘| heads in and took a look around first. Seeing that no harm had come to Hartly, they then ventured in. “Hal! ha! you’re brave fellows, air't you?’ he laughed. “I didn’t cut tail and run, al- though I have not even the use of my hands.” “You're cussed brave, all at once!” Gregg
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DS. Fritz to the Front. — growled, evidently not liking the taunt. ‘‘ Did that thing speak again?” with a wry glance at the guiltless pate of the departed Budge. “Of course. Ive had quite a chat with William,” Hartly replied. ‘‘He says he’s in a very warm letitude at present, and so he’s come back spiritually for a short cooling off!” Gregg uttered an oath. ; ‘‘Pooh! I don’t believe such bosh.” ‘‘ But it’s a fact, nevertheless. Budge says phey’ve got a little corner left up in his country ‘for you, too, when you get ready to emigrate, which will be mighty soon, judging by the active preparations that are being made to re- ceive you, such as gathering kindling wood, making matches and the like.” ‘Curse you, they'll git vou first!” the smug- gler said, with vicious emphasis. ‘‘Go ahead, boys, an’ tell him the decision you’ve made.” “ Well, we’ve concluded that Hal Hartly is a traitor to our cause, and for the sake of protec- tion it will be necessary to feed him to the fishes!” one of the jurors said, ‘‘ Eh, ain’t that the ticket, boys?” A grunt of assent from the others was the answer. os. ‘‘Then it shall be so,” Captain Gregg ordered. ‘fT am sorry for you, Hartly, but treachery merits death, as you were informed when you joined. As an organization which must exist in secrecy, we are forced to adopt harsh rules. Your companions have carefully weighed all the evidence, and have decided that the safety of the organization demands your death. As you havegown, so shall you reap.” ‘‘Do you mean this, Captain Gregg?” “T do, sir, emphatically.” ‘‘Then you shall live to repent ever having pronounced my doom; Henceforth I shall not consider my oath of allegiance obligatory, as I have hitherto done, VTllshow you what harm I can do your vile organization,” ‘‘ But you shall have no chance. Jim Hovel aml his brother have already consented to sink you to the bottom of the Atlantic for a stated sum, and thus rid us of you effectually, They are waiting below for you, as it is a safe night for such work. If you have any prayers to make, you had better make the best use of your time,” “Tl suit myself about that, you villain!” ‘‘Numbers two and three, take the prisoner down-stairs!” the captain ordered. Two of the smugglers seized hold of poor Hartly, and Jed him from the room. Up in the attic, Fritz was in a predicament. The majority of the smugglers yet remained in the room below, and he could not get out of the house in that way, as was bis desire, to make an attempt if possible to rescue Hal Hartly. - The only course left for him was to escape through a trap door onto the roof, and trust to luck in getting tothe ground, from there, ‘“¢Dot veller vas von big fool for not accept- in’ my advice,” he ‘mused, as he fumbled cautiously around in the darkness.. ‘‘ Yoost like ash not dey vil pe gone off mit him, ven I git down dere, und den he vil pe a goner, sure ash der dickens.” It required several minutes to find the trap in the roof, and it was no slight job to dis- place it. When he had accomplished this much, how- ever, it was but a moment’s work to clamber out upon the roof in the pouring rain and re- place the door. “Py shimminy, dot vas a hard storm,” he soliloquized. ‘‘Der ocean grunts as uff she vas got der dispeppersy. Now der next t’ing ish somedings else. Der roof vas slippery ash von soap ladle, und firsd I know der vil pe a dead Dutchmon spilled someveres over t’e ground.” That portion of the main roof of the build- ing was quite steep, and the eaves were at least twenty-five feet from the ground. Not fancying the idea of a drop of that dis- tance, the young detective crawled to the ridge, to reconnoiter. On the other side of the ridge, the roof sloped down to meet a gable, from where the gable’s roof took another descent, so as to bring the eaves about seven feet nearer to the ground. ‘ Aside from this there was no possible way of reaching terra-firma, “ Righteen feet! I.don’d know vedda I can stand dot, or no, I must try it, however, or Hal Hartly vas a dead codfish, sure!” Using extreme caution, he slid from one ridge to the other, and then from that to the eaves, from where he was to drop. ‘¢Vel, here’s der blace vere I don’d vas so much tickled. But, pizness vas pizness, und a veller don’d vas can rise in der vorld, vidout dropping somedimes—so here goes!” he mut- tered, And clinging to the eaves for a second, he let himself drop! Down! down! he went, with great velocity, and finally struck upon something softer than mother earth, from which he tumbled end over end to the ground, The following instant a wild unearthly howl rent the night. ‘‘Och murther! murther!” shrieked a man’s voice; “I’m kilt! I’m kilt! Och! Holy Var- gin Mary save me!” ‘ It was the Irishman’s voice; it was upon him that Fritz had first alighted, and he was probably badly jarred up, for he continued to hop around and yell at the top of his voice. To make matters worse, the door of the house opened, and Gregg and his followers came pouring out! — ‘ CHAPTER VI. ON THE SCENT, , Fritz had been stunned a little, even after tumbling off from the yelping irishman; still he had sense ehough to struggle to his feet on seeing the smugglers rush from the building. ‘* Shut oop!” he cried, addressing Grogan. “The smugglers are upon us. Draw your wippons, if you have any, and fire!” ‘Dom tha wippons!” Grogan bowled, refus- ing to hear toreason. ‘‘ Och! holy Vargin, it’s kilt sure I am, ontirely.” ‘Hello! what the devil is the matter here?” the captain shouted, waving his lantern on high. ‘‘ Who is it that’s making all this noise?” “Spies! detectives!” suggested one of his companions, ‘Shoot ’em down!” “ Hurrah! death to the spy!” cried a third, and then they made a rush forward, and seized upon Pat, despite his lively tse of his ‘‘bit o’ buckthorn,” on the defensive. Perceiving that he was not seen, Fritz crawled softly away toa safe distance and then paused to gaze back, The yelling had ceased in the vicinity of the house, and the lantern light had disappeared from view, leaving naught but blank darkness and the pouring rain, which ¢ame down monot- onously, but heavily. ‘Pll beta half dollar dot they’ve choked der life oud, off dot duke’s son-off-a-gun,” Fritz muttered, creeping under the cover of a dense tree. ‘‘I vonder off I proke any of his pones ven [liton him. By shimminy, he must haff a gonstitution like a mule, or I’d’a’ smashed him all to sausage meat.” Evidently something was to pay, for, except the sound of the storm and the dashing of the ocean against the bluff, all was quiet. The smugglers had either killed Grogan on the spot or taken him back into the house with them. And poor Hartly! What had become of him? ; That was the question which troubled Fritz far more than the fate of the lean man from Kilkenny. .“*He vas a gone up goose now anyhow, und I don’d suppose id vil do some great deal off good to vorry apoud him, only I vish I could haff saved him,” he mused. It wasa wild night at the best, and Fritz heartily wished that he was back in Philadel- phia, sitting in the old pawnbroker shop, be- side his girl, Rebecca, Still, he would not willingly have given up 7 Se — what he had learned in reference to the smug. glers’ league for a good deal, and he was re- solved to hang to the matter attentively, until he should be able to trip and trap the rogues, and break up their existence as an organiza- tion. Knowing of no other available shelter in the vicinity, he resolved to linger under the tree until the smugglers should leave the building, when he would once more take possession. The night was well advanced, however, whem he heard them leave in a body and start off down the lonely road. On first thought, he was tempted to follow them, but a cold blast of wind from off the ocean warned him that he was wet to the skin, and the best thing he could dg would be to get’ under roof and dry off. } He accordingly went back into the deserted house, and sat down in the lower hall, Though not cowardly, he had no desire to keep further’ company with the grinning skull of the late lamented Budge, whoever he may have been. Rolling up one end of the old carpet he con- verted it into a sort of a pillow, and lay down, out of the draft. Sleep soon caine to his. relief, and he slept soundly until morning, when he was awakened by the sun shining in his face, through a rear hall window. Rising, he went out of doors to reconnoiter, and consider what was best to do, next. It was a clear, glorious morning after the storm; the sun shone brightly, and a soft salt breeze blew off from the ocean, which was at once refreshing and invigorating. But it was not this sort of refreshment that Fritz now yearned for. He had had nothing to eat since the previous morning; and was de- cidedly hungry and faint. ‘* Dose fellers don’d vas can live a good vays from here, vot I saw, last night,” he mused, “but, ten to one uff I ask’em for somedings to ead, dey bounce me oud,” He advanced to the northern edge of the bluff, and took a look in that direction, To his surprise he saw, not more than a half mile away, a little village, nestling near the beach, This village, for charity’s sake, we will call Millburg, as that name will answer quite as well as any other. ; There might have been a hundred buildings, all, told, and it was evidently a fishing hamlet, as a number of small boats, and smacks, were drawn up along the beach, ; Just outside the breakers, an dcean steam- ship, of small size and trim build, was anchor- ed. Upon her sides was painted in large let- ters the word, ‘‘ Countess,” “TI don'd know petter I go down there, or not,” Fritz muttered, gazing down upon the village. ‘I don’d vas know, neider, vicb job I better look to, firsd—der smuggler pizness, or der girl pizness. For der latter I haff der bromise of five tousand dollars—for der for- mer, I like ash not get paid off mit a proken head. Still I don’d vant to leave dis blace ondil I trip und trap der game, und turn id over to der law, for dis is der whole game, sure!” After some deliberation, he decided to go down to the village. The people would not offer him any molestation, probably, unless he yave them cause to suspect him, and he re- solved to be constantly upon his guard. Descending from the bluff, be walked along the beach, and finally entered the little burg, It was rather a rough-looking place, built up of weather-worn wooden sbauties, a few stores and a sort of tavern. There were, however, two imposing resi-— dences, on opposite sides of the only street, whichevere built of stene, and set down in large shaded lawns. Passing up the street, Fritz was the target for many curious glances of rough-looking © men, who sat in their doorways, but, paying no attention to them, he entered the tavern and purchased bis breakfast, to which he was able to do full justice,
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—- 8 Afterward be came out in the bar-room and | ‘sat down. A half a dozen rough-looking fel lows were lounging about, who, to judge from ‘their looks, were in the habit of inguifing more grog than was good for them. Then the landlord, who kept a close watch over them, was the fattest specimen of’ man- hood Fritz had seen; his girth was something enormous. He’ was not a villainous-looking man, like. the rest, and this fact impressed Fritz more favorably than anything else he saw about the premises, During the forenoon a well-dressed, fine- looking man, with iron-gray bair and mus- tache, galloped up to the tavern on horseback. He looked as if he had been reared in luxury, for there was that haughtiness of mien that betokened the arrogant aristocrat. “ Good-morning, John,” he said, as the tav- ern-keeper waddied to the door. ‘ Will you gend up a basket of champagne during the day, and a barrel of good ale—the champy for her ladyship, the countess, you know, and the ale for the villagers. Going to have ‘a sort of a llification at the lawn to-night, you know, in onor of the arrival of the countess, and want you all to turn out.” Then he galloped on, quite as airily as he had come. “Who vas dot big-feelin’ rooster?’ Fritz asked, when John re-entered the tavern. “That? Why, that’s Honorable Granby Greyville,” the fat man replied—‘ the rich haristocrat who owns most of the land herea- bouts. A right big-feeling man, too, as you sa Rid of Granby Greyville, eh?” Fritz commented, under his breath, ‘Vel, dot ish funny. I thought sure dot was Captain Gregg, der smuggler, und I don’d vas so much foolished epoud it, yet. Tl pet a half-dollar I find out somedings pefore I leave der blace.” Resolved to remain a few days in the yillage for the purpose of prospecting, Fritz made himself at home about the hotel. One suspicion after another was gradually eccurring to him, and he was not slow to give them a thorough consideration prior to putting them to test. Of all things, he was desirous of attending the “ jollification,” as the horseman had termed it, with a view of seeing the countess, who, he learned, had lately arrived from England, in her own steamship, for a few weeks’ stay upon the Atlantic coast, and a visit to her prospcct- ive husband, Greyville. During the afternoon a man entered the tavern, who evidently had “ blvod in his eye.” His whole appearance seemed to imdicate that he was anxious to have a fight with some one, ‘and was not particular who it was. He was a large, raw bone fellow, with great muscular development; his face was large, with a bristling stubble of black beard upon the lower portion; his eyes were dark and wild, his hair silvered with broad streaks of white, and worn in 1 shaggy, unkempt mass. His mouth was large, and the teeth projected beyond his lips, in a horrible manner. His attire, too, was ragged and greasy, with elamsy stogy boots upon his feet, and a dilap- ‘dated hat upon his head. On entering the room, he paused and glared eround him, asif in search of some one on whom to veut his wrath. “Well, Bully Jake, what'll ye have?” the tavern-keeper demanded, with a frown, for the ruffian was evidently an unwelcome intruder. “Waal, I don’t keer ef 1 do take adrap 0’ likker!” the man growled, glaring around. “You to blazes! I mean what d’ye here?” Fat John grunted. “A fureigner—a fureigner! Ye know I’m #eath on’em, an’ thar can’t none o' tm can stay around hyar, while I hev things my way.” | “What foreigner is there here, now?” ** A Dutch cuss, blars' his eyes! Thar he want | Fritz to the Front. Then, with a tragic stride, he made for Fritz, | pausing but a few paces away from him, and shaking his fist fairly in his face. ‘You, look!” the ruffian cried. who I am?’ “Vel, I dinks I don’d vas haff made your ac- quaintance!” Fritz replied, retaining his seat, but on guard for an attack, if one was made. **Ho! ho! I reckon not, an’ ye’ll wish ye never had, afore I git through with yer!” Bully Jake declared. ‘* Behold in me, my furin rooster, Jake Joga- gog, commonly known as Bully Jake, the Ter- ror o’ ther Coast. I'ma cyclone,lam, Then, I’m prime minister ter his Honor, Granby Grey ville, an’ from him I hev orders to demol- ish every furin craft wot sots anchor in his domains. Tharfore, ef ye wanter escape teeto- tal annihilation, ’d advise ye ter git/ Ef ye ain’t seen goin’ in jess’n two seconds, I'll stamp ye out o existence,” ‘Vel, when I gits ready to go, den I vil go, und not pefore!”’ Fritz retorted. ‘Uff you makes me any droubles, I plack your eye for you!” ‘Oh! ye wull, hey? Oli! snortin’ walrusses an’ white-haired whales!” roared the bully, and sprung savagely upon the young detective, as if bent on his certain destruction, Fritz clinched with bim, It was to bea struggle of brute strength, now. “Dye know CHAPTER VII. THE STRUGGLE. Boru were strong, activa men, Fritz in par- ticular being well supplied with ail the neces- sary muscle and agility of the prize-fighter, al- though he by no means looked as if he was an ‘“‘ugly customer ” to handle, After clinching the two men soon tripped and fell to the floor, where the struggle literal- ly began in all its meaning. “On! Vl show ya how ther howlin’ porpoise fights!” Bully Jim roared, endeavoring to get a bite at Fritz’s nose. ‘Ill chaw ye all up like a dish o’ hasb!” “Vil you, deugh?’ Fritz cried, finally get- ting his hands-free, and clinching them arouud the bully’s throat tightly, ‘Ill pet yoost a half-dollar you von’t cdo noddings off der kind,” and now getting the ruffian under him he gradually shut cff on his wind. “Hold on! hoid on! no chokin’—no chokin’, Isay; it’s ag’in’ ther moral rules o’ fight’n’!” 1 don’d vas see id dot vay,” Fritz said, ‘¢ Wider you vas got to ax my parding for as- saul‘ing me, or I vil choke off your breathe so you vil haff none to use.” ‘‘No choke, I say! Let me up, an’ :’ll fight ye. accordin ter book.” ‘Not a let oop!” was the young detective’s reply. ‘Ven you come foolin’ around mit der Dutchman you pet your life you got left. Apologize, I dells you, or I turns der throttle, und shuts der sdeam off your logermotiff. I mean pizness—no ’pology, no breathe. Vas you understand?” The man began to wince as Fritz closed his terrible gripe. “Oh, let me up, an’ we'll ca!] et squar’,” the man gurgied. ‘*Ven you dells me ‘J ax your humble par- ding ’—den I let you up!” “ But I won’t!” Den I vil squeeze your vindpipe, so!” “Task your pardon. Oh! yes, I do. now, Jet me up!” Fritz obeyed, and let the ruffian rise from Thar, the floor, but just as soon as‘he was on his feet | Bully Jim drew a long knife. “Oho! I didn’t say what !’d do, next!” he howled, brandishing the blade, threateningly. “Til cut yer cussed heart out, now.” “Vil you, dough? Vel, I'll pet you yoost apoud a half dollar, on dot, I vil!” Fritz gets,” and he indicated Fritz who was tipped cried, drawing and cockivg his revolver. tack i in one corner, I'll pulverize and sow him to the | whole dop off your h “ad plowed off. I can do | der job vid greatest of pleasure.” vam, though! @even winds of the earth.” The sight of the revolver caused the big loafer to pause. “Ye wouldn’t shoot, when I’m only in fun, would. you?” he asked, incredulously. ‘* Well, just try me, and see, dot’s all!” was the retors ‘ Your funniness vas entirely too tin, mine friendt; I don’d vas like it. So I'll giff you one minnit der git oud. If youdorn’d vas gone py dot time, I vil shoot you so q .ick- er ash I vould von leedle cat. One! git ready, all der vile. Swil—high time you vas skinnin’ oud. Three! ven I hollers dot, if you don’d vas gone I spot you.” “Then, tearfully and sadly, I must tear my- self away from you!’ the ruffian declared, with a grimace, as he stalked toward the door. “Tl allow ye bold ther grip, now, but thet ain't sayin’ ye’ll alius hold it.” Then, he took his leave, ' Fritz was not sorry. He did not want to hurt any one, unless forced to, and yet wis bound to defend bimself, Toward: evening the loungers one by one quitted the tavern, until Fritz and Fat. J. bn were the only ones in the Lar-room. Then it was that the latter spoke. “T say, young feller,” he said, ‘‘you’re a hextrordinary chap, and if it wouidn’t be haskin’ too much, I’d like to inquire what brings you here?” ‘Vel, pizness, I dinks,” Fritz replied, ‘‘ und judgin’ py der latest demonstrations, I vill haff lots off id.” ‘*You had better look out sharp for Num- ber One, I tell you, for tho’ this aigit countd no hard town, they ginerally pitch onto a stranger and try to bulldoze bim into leavin’ by settin’ Bully Jim onto him.” “T vas tumbled to dot already,” Fritz re- plied, ‘“‘but der virst one vot attempted it, didn’t make so much success,” ‘““No, but that ain’t saying you'll have as hig luck, next time. You see, his Honor, Mr. Greyville, owns most o’ the property, here- abouts, an’ he’s as big feeling as a duke, and won’t allow no one around ’cept what bows to his will.” ‘* Vel, ve vil see‘apoud dot,” Fritz muttered. ‘“T dinks dey don’d vas make mooch bulldozing me. I vant to askyyou von questicn—don’.l this man Greyville be Captain Gregg, der smuggler?” The fat host of the Lion’s Paw gave a start. The question was evidently som.thing of a sur- prise to him, “Why, no, of course not! What ever put sych an idea into your head, young man? Gregg the smuggler is said to be one of the worst char cters along the Atlantic coast, and at the same time, the most suceessful in his line of business, Greyville is a man who would scorn to stoop to such work; ahd, more- over, he is said. to be immensely rich in ready cash, though his landed property is moitgag+d for its full value.” Fritz accepted this explanation withont re- ply, but bis mind was but little changed in th» matter. “*T dinks Gregg and Greyvil’e vas one uni der same parties,” he muttered, “und shall not giff up dot opinion until I can baff furder proot von way of der odder.” As soon as the gloaming‘of evening began to settle over the quiet little hamlet, he left ths tavern, and saun'ered down the street toward the Hon. Granby Greyvilie’s residence, whither most of the vi lagers had already wended tteir way, \ On arriving at the front of the handsome lawn, with its winding walks, large shade trees, beds of flowers, and attractive residence, Fritz paused to survey the scene that was spread out before him, Here and there dotted about among th» shade trees we'e tables spread with tempting viands, to which the villagers were freely helping themselves, and to the flowing pitchers of ale th:t were passed around by several uf ‘Ob! but Pll go through ag Now, you coome on, uff you vant to get der | the village maidens, A couple of Itslians were making mtsic upon violin and harp, which sounded weird and >.
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=< enchanting; children were playing and romping about the grounds; Chinese lanterns were strung about among the lower branches of the trees, and altogether it was a festive and at- tractive scene. From his position outside the fence Fritz could see nothing of either Grey- ville or the alleged countess, and he resolved to enter the grounds for that purpose, which he accordingly did, and sauntered about lei- surély, as if he had a perfect right there by in- vitation. Although many curious glances were leveled at him, he paid no attention to them, and after walking around awhile, he leaned up against a tree and looked on, studying every face within the reach of his gaze,” Presently there was a shout among the as- sembled villagers, and upon this, the door of the mansion opened, and Mr. Greyville came forth upon the grounds, with the countess lean- ing upon his arm. His Honor was attired in a suit of immacu- late white duck, with a massive gold chain strung across his vest and a superb diamond pin upon his shirt front. The countess was a Frenchwoman, of some three-and thirty years, with a thin, angular face, bead-like black eyes, and hair to match, and a thin esmpressed mouth, which when she laughed showed two rows of pearly teeth. She also wore an abundance of paint and powder upon ber face, and what with her rich attire of silk lace and diamonds, was a striking and peculiar looking personage—a woman who looked crafty, and capab.e of mischief. As soon as she and the Honorable Greyville advanced upon the lawn, the villagers arose from the tables, and the women courtesied low, while the men swung their hats and sent upa rousing cbéer. The countess and her escort then moved about here and there, with a pleasant word for all, and a bidding for them to continue their feast. : As they passed near where Fitz stood lean- ing against the tree, Greyville gave him a sharp, stern glance, and said: “ Ah! who are you, and what do you want here, sir?” ‘Nothing in particular,” Fritz replied, re- turning his stare, calmly. ‘I only see vot you vas haffa pic-nig, und I come in to look : on,” ‘Then, begone, sir, at once! I allow no loafers around here. Go, Isay!” and then they passed on. Fritz did not go, however, but retained his position, in defiance. ‘‘Shorge Vashingdon made dis a free coun- dry, und [ von’d godil I gits ready,” he mut- tered. It was not long, however, before he was hastily approached by a man, and that man no less a person than the same flashily attired in- dividual who had taken the young woman, Madge, away from the hotel, at Atiantic city! “Hello! get out of this, you loafer!” he cried, seizing Fritz by the shoulder, roughly. ‘“How many times do you have to be told to | go? The Guv'nor said go—now, if you don’t light out, 1’ll make your heels break your neck.” | “Vil you, dough!” Fritz gritted, wrenching loose, and standing on the defensive. ‘¢Yoost you kéep your hands off vrom me, Griffith Gregg, or I vil knock der whole top off your nose off,” ‘What! you vagabond? you compare me with the smuggler’s son? Tl thump your skull for that piece of impudence,” And he was a8 good as his word, for, raising a stout cane he carried, he brought it heavily down upon the young detective’s bead. For a moment Fritz was nearly stunned, but he quickly recovered, and sprung at his assail- ant, pluckily. “Oa! you snoozer!” he cried, “I vil plack your eye mit plue, for dot.” And he did deal the Honorable’s son two severe whacks between the eyes, in rapid suc- cession, which had the effect to land him on - his back on the ground, t Fritz to the Front. “Thump me on der head, vil you?” Fritz cried, standing over him, ready to give him another rap, if he attempted to rise. ‘‘T’ll pet you a half dollar you vil got left, on dot.” ‘*Let me up, you dastardly loafer,” young Greyville raved, not daring to rise under the existing circumstances. ‘‘I’ll murder you, for this—I—Vli—” . ‘“Got your head proke, off you come mit your foolishness around me!” Fritzcried, “Ill let you oop, dough, ash I-must go!” He saw aha!lf a dozen of the village roughs coming toward the spot, and knew he was ill- prepared to battle with all of them, So witha few dextrous bounds he leaped away out of the yard, and ran swiftly down to the beach. Finding that they did not follow him, he soon after made his way up the street again, to the tavern, and went to the room which had been assigned him. “Pll pes der vil pe some droubles, before I got t?rough mit dis pizness,” he muttered, ‘‘ but I vas der man who vil come oud der winner.” He was soon off in a sound sleep, from which he, hours later, awakened, with a violent start. The scene was changed. He was not in the tavern, on the bed, but in- stead, was bound hand and foot, and lying in the bottom of a boat! CHAPTER VIIL ADRIFT. Art first Fritz had no idea of what could have happened, but it did not take him long to come to one conclusion on the matter, that he had been captured at night, thrust into the frail boat, and sent adrift on the ocean. Who had been the authors of the job? There could be no doubt in his miad about that. The Greyvilles—or the Greggs, as he believed they were—were anxious to have him leave the neighborhood, ant had probably, through their agents, caused his removal in this very promiscuous manner. By an effort he sat up in the little boat and gazed around him. He was now some distance from the beach, beyond the white-capped breakers, and, ag the tide was recediag, the frail craft was of course drifting further and further from land each moment, a reflection that might have caused any one a start, while to Fritz, bound and helpless, it was the next thing to being alarming. “ Vel, py shimminy dunder!” was his ex- clamation, as he gazed dolefully around him. “Off I don’d vas in a duyfel off a fix, den I don’d vant a cent. game ofer me, und I'll bet a half-dollar I go down der same throat vot Jonah did—der w’ale’s, Vonder vich von off dem vellers put up der shob*’on me? Td like to punch his nose. Reckon id vas dot veiler whose eyes I placked mit Jersey piue up at der pig-nie. I vonder vot der plazes a veller can do, anyhow?” There was a sorry prospect for his being ab!o to do anything much toward helping himself from the unenviable situation in which he had been placed. He was unable to use bis hands or feet, and was, therefore, he!pless and at the mercy of the wild waters over which he was drifting. Did he have the use of hands and feet he was uot yet out of danger, for the boat was’ without oars and the distance to the land was so great as to make it a daring at- tempt to breast the outgoing tide ina struggle to reach the shore by swimming. Still, it seemed the only bope for him, if by any way he could free himself of the straps which bound him, and, he was not the one to despair without first proving to bis Cissatisfac- tion that it was the onty thing left for him to do, Therefore he set to work industriously in an atfempt to loosen the bonds from his hands, Luckily they were not bounl behind his back, which was one advantage, as be could use his teeth upon them, But, being leather straps, he made slow head- way, nibbling at the strap arouvd his hiad; but little by little it yielded, so that after They’ve come von cute’ | | J awhile a violent wrencb broke it asunder, and his hands were free. “Py shimminy, dot ish goot, axyhow,” be muttered, making haste to unloosen his feet, “Now, der next t’ing is somedings else. How ish I going to got pack mit der shore?” It was an all-important question. The boat was perhups a wile further from shore than when be first had estimated the dis- tance. ‘*T don’d know vedder I can swum dot fur- der or no!,” he muttered, doubttully, ‘* But subbosin’ der wha'e, or der devil-fish, catch old mit mine pootleg, und suck me in under der vater. Vot a duyfel o’ a fix I’d be in den. Off I only bad some paddles, 1 vould haff no droubles getting to sh te vid der poat,” He was in the midst of tbese reflections when he heard a shout further out at sea, and for the first time beheld dimly a dusky object floating in the water not far abead ot him. ** Hello! who you vas, und vot you vant?” Fritz shouted, in answer. “Tama por devil more or less drowned, and can’t hang on to this barrel much longer. Be you man or devil, for Heaven’s sake hurry along with your boat.” ; * All righd. I vil pedere; in der sweedness py-und-py. Keepa stiff upper lip, und I'll got you soon,” the young detective replied, heart- ily. Der’s nodding like bang-on at der crit- ercal minute,” Kneeling, and leaning over the front pu rt of the boat, he used his bands as propellers, and in this way was able to improve the slow pro- gress of his light craft to some extent, and in a few moments was alongside the barrel, on top of which a drenched human was baiancing himself, Ata glance Fritz perceived who it was, ** Hartly!” he exclaimed, in surprise. “Yes, what’s lett of me,” the sentenced smuggler repiied, clambering into the boat, “Thank Heaven you came along just as you did, for my gripe wouldn’t hold out much longer.” ‘Vel, I should dink not, I'd giffen you up ash dead. How ish it dot you don’d vas kilt by cer smugglers?” “Tt is no fault of theirs,” Hartly replied, grimly. “‘They chucked me under night afore last, miles out at sea, supposing my hands and feet were bound; and a heavy stone tied to my head. But while they were rowing me out, I contrived to loosen up matters, so that I was really free the minute I s:ruck water. But I went under all the same to deceive them. When they headei for shore I arose to the sur- face, and after swimming about until nearly ex- hausted, [ caught onto this empty cask, which has in one sense been my salvation. By the tides I have been carried quite near to the shore, but my lower limbs being numb by re- maining so long in the water, I dared not at- tempt to swim ashore, and the outgoing tide has carried me out again—not so far as it would, however, if 1 bad not struggled sh: re- ward constantly. But how come you out here, in this frail shell, without even oars?” Fritz explained as far as he had known, aud Hartly scowled. “There'll be a reckoning for some one,” ho said, “if I ever succeed in getting ashore, But there’s not much prospect of that, unless we can get some oars, or s: mething to pull ashore with The tide will begin to ebb in be- fore a great while, too.” ‘¢] baff von idea,” Fritz said. “ Uf ve can got der parrel apart, we might do somedings vid der staves—vot you t’ink apoud dot?” *‘ Good idea, We can easily get the staves.” Hartly drew the barrel up alongside the boat, and soon had it knocked to pieces, and four of the staves secured. “Now, then, for shore,” he cried, ‘When ‘we get there, I will leave you, on business, for a few hours, after which I will join you, end we will work top*ther against the Gregg pany. We wiil paddle t.. land on the lower side of the b'uff, as it wouldn’t be particularly healthy for me to Jand in front of the vilage. You
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10 can, and in fact had better keep shady, in the vicinity of the old rookery on the bluff, and I wil] join you, as soon as possible.” Accordingly they paddled as rapidly toward the beach as,their strength would permit. By the time it was daybreak they had landed below the bluff. ; Here they drew the light boat up on the beach, and Hartly said: “Tl leave you now, but will return, in the course of a few hours.” “All righd. I vil remain in der neighbor- hood,” Fritz replied, and then the young smug- gler clambered up the side of tie bluff, and | was soon gone from view. “T vonder vot dot veller ish oop to, now,” Fritz muttered, after he. had gone. ‘Der is somet’ing he vas goin’ to do, vot he ain’d pur- | ticular apoud my knowing somedings apoud. I have haff a notion dot be ain’d vos so nice a veller vot I firsd t’ought, und I vouldn’t pe much surprised if he vould give me avay off he gota chance. But, oh! Dll keep watch of him! Ive got der smugglers und der kidnap- per spotted, und I’ll bet a half dollar id don’d vas be some centuries till I get ’em trapped. In der meantime, der is somet’ing I vant to in- vestigate.” This was something he had noticed as he and Hartly had paddled in to the shore from the ocean. In about the center of the bluff, at the water’s edge, as it faced the open Atlantic, was a dark hole of considerable size, which looked as.if it might lead to a cavern in the hill. If Hartly knew of its existence, he had kept it a secret. but our German detective had no- ticed it, and resolved to see where the aperture led to. : Under any other circumstances he would not have given it a second thought, but the fact luwt"the smugglers held out in this vicinity* —vf which he now bad no doubt—gave that 1. ts in the bluff more than ordinary signi- Lo» nce, Jumping into the boat he paddled off once pivore into the water, and headed toward the txunt of the bluff, Not knowing what danger he might unexpectedly run into, he bad drawa his revolver, which, strangely enough his cap- tors had not taken from him, and placed it on the stern seat beside him. Working silently but steadily along the face of the blut?, which was quite perpendicular, he scon came before the aperture, and headed his boat into it, ' Mr.—or, as he styled himself, Honorable— Granby Greyville sat in his private study this same morning, engaged in smoking a cigar, as he rocked in an easy-chair and gazed out through an open glass door upon the pretty lawn, Tbat his thoughts were of an unpleasant na- ture was evident by a frown which disfigured his florid countenance. And this frown did not lessen, but rather in- creased as there suddenly appeared in the door- way no less a wild-looking personage than Silly Sue, whom Fritz had encountered upvn the beach. | | | She made a grimace and sort of a jerky bow | as she saw his Ho.or, and then stood staring at him in a strange manner. ‘* Well!” he growled, angrily, “‘ what brings you here?” ‘‘ What allus brings me?” she replied, with a chuckle. ‘‘I want to come back and play up bigh-cockolorum, like my big-feelin’ sister. S’pose that’s silly, too, ain’t it, daddy?” * No more so than your accursed obstinacy, you fool!” was the severe reply. ‘You well know the only terms that can ever restore you as a member of my family.” “ But I won’t accept em!” “Then, clear out. You shall never be any- thing to me till you: surrender the stolen money.” ; ‘Bah! it ain’t yours. You're a bad, wicked man, an: you got it wickedly, and get all your wealth wickedly, and the more you get the wickeder you get. Get out! Td cut my head | as a passageway by the hand of man. 1 | now that his scruples have had a pickle, I allow ‘see no light to indicate its terminus. Fritz to the Front. off, silly’s I am, before I'd give you up the | money.” ‘¢ Curses on your mulishness!” ‘“‘Ha! ba! I know you cherish the most fatherly regard for me. If it wasn’t for the hope that I will some day restore you your lost ten thousand you’d had me drowned months ago. By the way, old mau, what have you | done with my.feller?” “Your fellow?” “ Yes—Hal Harily?”’ ‘‘ How should I know anything about him?” | ‘¢ Who should know better? Oh! you wicked | monster!” | “Take care, girl!” ‘* No, I won’t take care!” and her eyes flash- ed in defiance to his anger. ‘1 ain’t a bit | afraid of you, because I can outrun any dog in the town. I know what’s become of Hal. Your tools took him out and chucked him under. But, ha! ha! he’s all.right!” Grey ville started a little. ‘What fvolishness is this of yours?” “Oh! only silliness, of course,” and she laughed loudly. ‘‘But Hal’s all right, and, he’ll come around to my cherished plan, and we'll make it warm for you!” “What! you dare to threaten me !” “‘Didn’t I tell you I'd go for youif you didn’t reform? Well, I must be off. How’s my state- ly sister? How’s the countess? Ha! ha! ha! shoot her. She’s an old hag, with a glass eye and false teeth. The future Mrs. G! Bah! and such a model private excursion steamer, too! Still, it serves its purpose. I’m off now—just come up to spice your breakfast. Better mend your ways. The way of the transgressor is hard. By-by! Yours, truly, Silly Sue!” And then, with a wild laugh, she vanished. _ CHATER IX. FRITZ’S DISCOVERY. Let us return to our ventriloquist detective and his venturesome expedition. In heading the boat into the opening in the bluff, be had no idea how his venture would terminate, but was urged on by a great curios- ity to explore the spot, feeling sure that it had some connection with the smugglers’ league. The hight of the aperture was insufficient to admit the passage of the boat with him sitting up; so putting the boat under headway he lay down and thus glided in. In high tide, this opening, he concluded, was covered by water, while in extreme low water the beach must be bare in front of the bluff, as the water at this juncture now was quite shallow He almost immediately emerged into a cave in the heart of the bluff. , It was.as large as a couple of good-sized rooms, and looked as if the waters of many years had eaten it out. The work of man, however, was seen in the planks overhead, which, resting on wooden su ports, held the roof in place. The water reached about midway into the | chamber, and from itsedge the pebbiy ground ascended to the further side of the cave, where a narrow aperture branched cff-- evidently cut Grounding his boat, Fritz stepped out and took a survey of his surroundings. ‘Dis don’d lock ash if id vasa healthy blace at high-tide, but I reckon dot id vas der blace vere dey run in smuggled gooas,” he mused. ‘** Dot passage probably leads to a higher und | dryer place.” Holding his revolver ready for use in case of emergency, he stole softly toward the subter- ranean passage, with a view to exploring it. | It was a dark, uninviting tunnel, of just suf- | ficient width and hight to admit of a person’s | passage, and looked asif it might have no con- | nection with any other chamber, as he could | Nothing daunted, however, he entered it | and walked along softly, ready tor any sur- prise, A score of steps he went, and then emcrged | | love you.” | pug—dot ish a fact. ST eT NTS a SS a into what he concluded was another large sab- terranean chamber, but where all was of Sty- gian darkness, Luckily he had a close metal pocket box of matches with him, and lighting one after an- other he discovered a half dozen lamps in brackets around the chamber side. One of them he soon lit, when he proceeded to inspect his situation. As before stated the sides of the cavern were walled up like a cellar; and in size it was a hundred and fifty feet square, by ten or twelve in. hight, The ceiling overhead was planked, and these supported by rude pillars resting upon the ground floor, as in the outer cave. Here and there, scattered about, were heaps of straw, pieces of wooden boxes and canvas, and occasionally a bottle, or a piece of damaged silk or lace. ‘ At the opposite side of this chamber was a round hole in the ceiling, similar toa well, down through which hung a ro ladder to the floor. This seemed to indicate, that either there was another chamber, overhead, or else this was a means of access to the upen air. In the stone wall, at either side of the room, were doorways supplied with strong, gated iron doors, which were fastened with padlocks and chains, ‘Vel, I'll be jiggered off dis don’d vas yoost like a regular brizon,” Fritz ejaculated; ‘‘und dis pe der blace vere der smugglers unpack deir goods, I t?ought I vould discoffer some- t’ings, off Icome here. Vonder uff dey hoff got somepody shut up mit dem cells? Dot vouldn’t pe so much off a ‘sell,’ neider, off Iam any shudge.” / Taking down the lamp, he proceeted to in- spect the matter. Approaching the right-hand dungeon, he peered in, The place evidently was empty. Crossing the cavern to the door of the other, to his surprise hesaw that this dungeon was cc- cupied. Upon a rude cot bed, a woman was stretched, apparently fast asleep. } As her face was turned from his view, he could not tell whether she was young or old, pretty or ugly, but he was strangely impressed. Her size—form—clothing all aroused his sus- picions that it really was the Leadville man’s. runaway daughter—Madge Thornton, or Thur- ston, as she had called herself. He was stag- gered a moment by the very thought, ‘¢ Hello! vake oop—who you vas?” he shout- ed rattling the door. : The woman gave a violent start, and sat up on her cot, with a gasp: it was indeed the speculator’s lost daughter! “Goot! dot vas a nest egg for me!” was the thought that flashed through his mind, as he remembered the offered reward, — “ Who are youf—what do you want?” the bride of Major Atkins demanded, eogerly, as | shearose from her bed, and stept falteringly toward the door. ‘Vel, I am Fritz! Fritz, don’d you?” “Ob! yes! yes! You area friend to me— ob! say that you are, and that you have come to rescue me and take me back to papa!” ‘‘Vel, Ishould snicker dot dot vas apoud der size off der circumstance,” the ycung de- tective grinned, ‘‘ You don’d vas like dis hotel, den?” ‘¢Oh! no! no! I shall die if Iremain bere, Open the door—take me from this terrible place! Oh! please do this, sir, and I will always You remember der chap “Nixy! You mustn’t do dot,” Fritz replied, with a serious expression, “or you vil buff mine gal, Rebecca, in your vool. She’s sheal- ous, is Rebecca, und id makes her madder ash a hornet bee, uff I even looks sweed at a potato But | vil get you oud ai} der same, if I can, vich I don’d know so much | apoud, ash der door vas fastened tighter asl a | briek,” ‘You see your old dad he vas send me down
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— — it Fritz to the Front. dis vay to look vor you, undI dells him I find yoo, yoost like a pook. I vasa reg’lar snoozer a‘ findin’ dings vot don’d pelong to me.” “My father sent you? Oh! joyful news! Tell me— tell me, ‘where is my father?” and she clasped her hunds, her face and eyes aglow with eagerness. There was evidently nothing dazed or som- nambulistic about her, now. ‘** Vell, der last I see’d your.old man, hé vas at der blace vere you got married.. Bvt he left for Long Branch to rustygate und keep a vedder eye out for you, vile I took der rear trail, und-skeer’d up der game, ‘You see der old man dells me off I vind you und der money vot you stole vrom him, he vould giff me five vousand dollars. How vas dot? He vas yoost der man I haff pen vantin’ to meed, vora long vile. But, how apoud der money?” “Tt is where no earthly hands but mine can find it, except I give the direc'ions!” the girl replied, with evident enthusiasm over the fact. “ When I left home, to come East and marry Major Atkins, I was in a state of half insanity, or somnambulism, they called it, and took the money, and when I came to my senses found it in my possession. It seems, as I have learned since, that before bis leaving forthe East, and at the same time when | wasin my dazed state Atkins said that he had a large roll of money in my father’s safe, and that when I came, I should bring it. And to my surprice, | have also since learned that it was not the firsti som nambulistic theft I have been guilty of. Upon discovering the large sum upon my person, | puu it ina plave where it would be safe, and came’on to marry Major Atkins, whom I im- agined myself to be in Jove with, We met— it was he who took me away from the hotel— and we were married, as I supposed, at the time, but it has since “been proven a base de- ception. Almost immediately after your de- parture he demanded the meney of me.” “Vel, you guff it oop to him, I subbose!” “No, I did not,” she replied, with an ex- hibition of spirit. “T told bim I didn’t have it—which was true—but be wouldn’t believe that, saying that he bad learned I had the money in my posses- sion on leaving home, Then I got angry and told him I wouldn’t give it to him, if I did have it. This in turn emaged him, and he declored the marriage to be a sham, and that if I didn’t surrender the money he would kill me. I defied him and dared him to do it, whereupo he and the bogus minister seized upon me, antl searched me, but failed to find the money. The monster, Atkins, then knocked me down, and I became insensible. When I awoke, it was in this terrible underground place. He has been here, several times, and threaténed me, and alternated the matter by promising to make me his wife in reality, and the mistress ofa princely bome if I would give up the money. But, having found out what_a villain he is, I have firmly refused.” “Dot vas right! Ve will giff him der duv- fel von off dese days— or, at least, I vill, tor smuggling. I don’d know veddcer I can got you oud off here or not! I ought der haff some tools, as id don’d vas some leedie sticb preakin’ iron mit a vellers bands.” “Oh! do try and release me, in some way —I do so want to get free!” “Und I know dot, But, you see id vas harder ash breakin’ der consditution to preak dis chain.” : It was no easy job, indeed. The chain was several feet in length, and made of short, stout welded links. The pad- lock, too was a formidable affair, such as could not easily be broken, and Fritz did not have any keys with him. He was stuck for once, in not knowing how to proceed, and was just cogitating over what was best to do, when be noticed somcthing that eaused him a start. On glancing toward the rope-ladder, he ‘per- ceived that it was moving! Some one was descending it! Did he remain here, discovery was inevit- able, and discovery would probably destroy all possibility of rescuing Madge. These thoughts occurred to him Jike a flash. ‘Sh! some one is coming, and I must hide!” he said to Madge, in a whisper; then he hurried softly across the chamber, into the dark passage, where he paused at a point where he could see without being seen. “Til bet dot id vas der feller whose eye I blacked,” he muttered. And, sure enough, be was right, A moment later Major Atkins, alias young Greyville, alias Griffith Gregg, came down the ladder into the cavern, his eyes yet showing unmistakable evidence of the power of Fritz’s shoulder-hits. “'W hat the devil’s all the noise down here?’ he demanded approaching the door of Madge’s dungeon. ‘I thought I heard voices convers- ing.” “You probably heard me singing, Sir Mon- ster!” Madge retorted, sarcastically, ‘ You know ] am in good humor for vocalism,” “The devil take you! It wasn’t singing—it was talking I heard.” “Ah! perhaps you. heard me saying over threats of what Pll do, when I gei free!” ‘““Now what will you do?” ‘Tl claw your eyes out—then T'll tie you and give you a thrashing with a bull-whip,” ‘‘Bah! threaten what you like. I guar- antee you'll remain here wutil I get your ami- able dad’s swag,” : ‘But you will never get it!” . “Won't I? When you begin to rot in your dungeon, and your tongue hangs out of your mouth for want of food and water, I fancy you’ll come to terms,”’ “But, I won’t though!” **Ob! we, shall see. I won't argue with you. At the present moment I want to find out who it was I heard you conversing with!” And to her horror he made for the dark pas- sage. Fritz, too, was considerably concerned, and began to make a rapid and stealthy retreat to the other chamber. On arriving there, another thing startled him. The tide had set in, and the hole in the face of the bluff was so nearly filled as to make es- cape with the boat impossible, . CHAPTER X. A DIVE FOR LIFE, ‘THERE was but one choice left for Fritz— that of standing his ground and meeting young Greyville boldly; for there was ap- parently no avenue of escape for him now, Consequently, with his revolver drawn, ready for use, he positioned himself at the waiei’s edge, facing the aperture and waited. He had nut long to wait. In a few seconds Griffith Gregg —as we shall henceforth call him—came striding into the chamber, and uttered a violent oath “at sight of Fritz, “Hello! by the Satanic I thought I was not mistaken. The Dutchmen we lett adrift, for sure!” britz did not speak, or allow himself to move a particle, but stood glaring at his enemy like one turned to stone, ‘Hallo! why the devil don’t you answer?” Gregg demanded; apparently not feeling pos- itive that Fritz was in the flesh. ‘‘If you don’t answer, I’m hanged if 1 don’t drown ye.” No answer from ¥ritz. But from directly over the villain’s head seemed to come’ the words, in a hoarse ‘voice— : ‘Villain, behold the reflection of your crime !” “ Bah!” Gregg cried with a start, glaring about him, ‘ You can’t play any tricks on me, you Dutch blunderbuss! In some way you’ve escaped the trap, and now I'll pay you a grudge I've got against you.” 1 drawn from his belt, he dashed fiercely at Fritz, regardless of the drawn revolver, Leveling his pistol at his opponent’s breast, the young detective pulled the trigger. The weapon missed fire. Gregg was almost upon him now, There was but a moment to act, and yet, i that time, Fritz hurled the weapon with great velocity at the villain’s head, and summer- seted backward into the water, the toe of one of his boots catcbing Gregg in under the lower jaw. : This, with the stinging blow of the pistol, dropped him like-a log to the ground, where be lay for an iustant, howling with pain and rage. Fritz, lunding in the water, swam through the almost submerged entrance, and soon was outside the cavern, at the edye of the bluff, To swim around to the southern side was the work of but.a few moments, and he was once more on terra firma, at his starting-point. Here he sat down upon the beach to collect his thoughts. : So strange had been his experience within the last few hours that he was really mre confysed than he had yet been since entering upon his profession as a detective, “Now den, let me see apoud somet’ings,” he muttered, ‘In der virst blace, dis be a reg- Nny ruffian seddiement, vere id don’d vas healthy vor such ash I, und id vould puzzle me to do der sbob ail alcne. I must baff somo help. Off der ish a del. graph cffice near bere, den J must find id, und delegraph to Philade tf? vor essistance, Der ish vo doubt but Ll bat discovered der smugglers, und der next t ing is to capture dem. Und I don’d dink id vas bealthy for me to go down mit der cave again, undil dis matter keebs shady. I vender vot haff pecome off der gal vot called herself Silly Sue?’ ‘¢ Here she is—what do you went of her?” a merry voice cried, and the elfin danced, laugh- ing, out from behind a huge bowlder in Fritzs rear, where she had been concealed, evidently playing the spy. ‘“ What do you want of Silly Sue, Irishman?’ “7 vas no Irishman!” Fritz retorted, “I am a Dutchman.” ‘Get out! You’re pure Irish. But, that ain’t to the point. What do want of me?’ “T vanted to inquire how tar it is to the nearest telegraph station?’ ‘*Ob! a good waysinland. The road you see in front of the old hcuse on the bruff leads direct to it. If you want to send a message, V’ll send it for you.” ** You vil?” ‘*Yes. 1’ll hook one o’ dad’s horses from the pasture, and ride to town, Guess I know what. ye propose doing.” *Vot?” * You are a detective, and you have dis- covered tlut my dad and his smugglers live around here, aud you want to send tor help to arrest them!” ** How vos you know all dot?’ “Oh, I’m silly erongh to guess it, and I hope you'll do it. They’re a hard gang, and a wicked gang, and they hate me worse thon poison, because I’m honest, unlike the rest ot them,” “Captain Gregg und Hon, Granby Grey ville are der same peisons, not?” “Yes, Youie mighty cute to find that out, when some o’ the villagers don’t even suspect it. Dm his gal.” “Ish dota fact?’ ‘‘Yes, but he don’t own me, because I de- nounce his dishonesty. Ha! ba! an old man was found dead on the beach once. The next day my papa had a big sum of money in his possession. I smelt foul play. I stole the money from him and burnt it up. Ha! ha! Then he whipped me unmercifully, and turned me adrift. But, pooh! I don’t eare! I get along ~ famous, and .’l1 make fun for the smugg e's yet. Soif you want me to go to the telegraph station for you, and will give mea tew shil- And with a jong knife in hand which he had | lings, I’m ready.”
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| a “T'll give you five dolJars!” Fritz assured. ‘+ Bully!” the girl assented. ‘‘ Now, just tell me w’st you want, and I’m yours,” “Vel, I vant you to go to der delegraph of- fice und send a message to Tony Fox, care of Police Headquarters, Philadelphia, telling him to fetch a half dozen men der dis village at once, Can you remember dot?” * Well, you bet Ican! Idon’t forget things | easily. Give us your money, and I'm off tor a wiid horseback. ride.” Fritz accordingly gave her a V. note, and then, after again instructing her what to do, she took her departure by clambering up the bluff. Fritz then lay down upon the sand in the warm sunlight, little dreaming that his plans had been overheard, The Irishman, Pat Grogan, had been con- cealed behind another bowlder, and:had over- heard every word of Fritz’s conversation with Silly Sue. Shortly after her departure, and when sure Fritz was not watching, he stole softly from his place of concealment and up the side of the biaff, Once on top of the bluff, he quickened his pace, descended the opposite side, and hurried toward the village. At the residence of Gran- by Greyville he paused, and entered the spa- cious lawn, His Honor and the countess were seated upon che lawn in front of the house, enjoying the suade of a great tree, and Grogan tipped his uat as he approached them. “ Sure, sur, it’s mesilf as has made a discov-' ery, sur,” he said, with a huge grin of satisfac- tion. “ Ah! indeed! I thought you might be of some use!” his Honor replied, complacently. “What is the nature of your discovery, Gro- gan ?? ‘* Sure, sur, it’s consarnin’ the girl you set me te watchin’. ‘(As I expected—curse her! What new devilment has she been up to?” -@ “Shure I did kape a civil eye on her, as yez told me too, and a bit ago she met a Dutchman ou. the beach, an’ it’s a grand plot tha be afther organizin’. The loikes av the Dootchmon he d.a wanted to ba sindin’ a tiligraph mis- sage to Puwiladelphia for tha detectives, an’ tha gal she did till him fora V. she would stale a horse forninst your pasture an’ be carryin’ tha missage for him hersilf, whereat he forked over the cash, and she skipt, bedad!” His Honor listened, his face growing purple with passion. “May all the furies seize that obstinate and meddlesome little wretch!” he hissed. ‘* She seems determined to ruia me, No amount of whippings have ever served to make her like other girls. Why didn’t you stop ber, Pat?” “Saure, it was yersilf as told me to be doin’ naught else but watchin’ her.” “True, I had forgotten. She has probably gone so far that it would be next to useless to attempt to overhaul her now. Do you think you could mount a horse and overtake her, | Pat?’ ** Bedad, no. yer Honor.” “Then ascertain from the ostler the location of the pasture, and when she returns capture her. Ili give you ten dollars for thejob.” ‘* Bad ’cess to me if I don’t doit. An’ what It's sorry a horse I can ride, ' shall I be doin’ to her after I cotch ’er?”’ ‘Then take her to the old mansion on the bluff and wait until I come.” “Oech! howly murther, I'll not go in where tha skelegon is—nary a time.” ‘Nor need you. What time intervenes be- tween your arrival and mine you can spend cutside. But look sharp she don’t escape you.’” ‘* Sure it’s mesilf as will ba doin’ that same!” Then, Grogan executed a grotesque bow and took his departure toward the stable, while Greyville turned toward the countess. “The devil wiil be to pay, now. As I sus- pected, that Dutchman is a spy, and having suspicioned or ferreted out some knowledge Fritz to the Front. concerning the league, has sent for his fellow- watch-dogs. In less than two days we shall be in the clutches of the law, unless we make a break for liberty, at ouce.” “Oh! there is no particular reason for hurry. When we find there is danger, we can easily escape,” the countess said calmly. “ How? if we wait until their arrival, it will be too late.” “By nomeans, My steamboat lies out but | a short distance, and we can board it and sail for la belle France, in defiance.” ‘“* What! without unloading?” ‘“‘Bah! what are a few thousand dollars to life? Besides, the goods will sell again, for full value, at Havre,” CHAPTER XI. A FATHERS BRUTALITY. Arter the departure of Silly Sue, Fritz sunned himself until his garments were dried; then rising he’ began to cast about him for | something to eat. “‘T don’d know better I go pack mit der | tavern, or not!” he mused. ‘‘I dinks dot vas an onhealthy blace, und yet I vould like some- dings to ead, very bad.” Climbing to the top of the bluff, he passed the old mansion, and followed the country road for some distance, in hopes of finding an orchard or watermelon patch. And he was successful. About a mile distant he came to a good- sized orchard, near no human habitation, and hastily made a raid on it, with the result of dis- covering all the luscious-eating harvest apples he could carry. Filling his pockets he made his way back to the old rookery, and sat dewn upon the front step to finish his meal. “‘T yonder vot’s pecome of ger villain I kicked mit der under jaw?” be muttered. “I tink I must baff dislocated ’im or I should ’a’ see’d him. I vonder vere der mouth off der well is, anyhow, vot dey come up trough. . Id must pe scmevere’s vere der house stands, und probably hidden,” After he finished his meal on apples, be en- tered the old dwelling, with a view to giving it another exploration. Passing through the lower hall, he tried each door opening otf from it, but found them all locked, as before. . What they contained he could therefore not learn, except by bursting them open or un- locking them, which he had no way of doing. Finding no success down-stairs, he went up- stairs, remembering that he had only tried the doors of part of the upper rooms, on his previous visit, the second one being the assoml ly chamber containing the swinging head of ill-fated Bill Budge. He shunned this apartment now, and passed on along the corridor. The first and second doors he tried were | locked, like those below. The third door, however, was unfastened, and opening it he en- téred a large unfurnished apartment, contain- ing but one window, which looked cut upon the ccean, Noticing a card tacked upon the wall, oppo- site the door, Fritz acvanced to read what was written upcn it. But, that, he was destined never to do. Halt-way across the room ke got—then tio floor sunk quickly beneath him, and he went down! down! down! He had stepped upun a | eried, as Greyville approached, trap, which had: evidently been prepared for | occasional stragglers, and he was the unsuspect- | ing victim, until too late to save himself. “Down! down! he went into empty space, | until he struck heavily upon a hard floor, and lay for a moment in a heap, his senses partly leaving him. When, he recovered conscious- ness, he arose to his feet. He was in utter darkness, and in a place where the air was close and stifling, What kind of a den he had fallen into he could not ascertain by looking, at least. Later that day Mr. Granty Greyville left his handsome residence, and made his way to the bluff, accompanied by her ladyship, the countess, There was a terrible expression of stern resolve upon his countenance, and in his grasp he carried an ugly-looking cart-whip, which looked as if it were capable of inflicting dire , pain in the hands of a buman brute. Arriving at the top of the bluff, they found Grogan, the Irish delegate, seated upon the doorstep of the old bouse, while, lying upcn | the ground, in front of him, was the girl, Sue, bound, hand and foot, but none the Jess defiart fur that fact, as was evident by the contemptu- ous curl of her lip, and the indignant, wicked | flash of her eyes. A little shiver went over her, though, when she saw the countess, the man she knew as her father, and the whip he carried. . ‘“Sbure! it’s mesilf as eotched her,” Grogan “But it’s the divil’s own time I had at it, bedad, an’ if yez don’t b’lave it ye kin look at, me face. Begorra! she scratched an’ bit an’ fit loike tha very divil’s imp she is!’ and tho Hibernian rubbed his torn and bruised vienge, dolefully. “So you're caged are you, my young tigress?’ the smuggler captain demanded, gaz- ing down at the girl, wrathfully.. “I'll see that you never break loose, hereafter!” ‘“Ba-aa!” the girl, retorted, in contempt. ‘.1’m not afraid of you, you ru ly wretch, if youdo carry a whip. You can whip me, pound me, stamp me into the earth, but you can’t intimidate me. T’ll despise and defy you to the longest day I live.” ‘We shall see. I’ve made up my mind to cease dealing mildly with you, and instead, treat you to the harshness your foolishness de- mands, It’s time you were broken in, and I’m going to compel you to submission to my wil, and to obedience or I’m going to kill you.” ‘“* Kill, if you like—IT'll still defy you. You cannot make me obey a monster like you, even though you are my father! I'despise you, hate you, you inhuman wretch!” “ A good flogging will bring back your af, fection. By the way, I understand that by way of amusing yourself you have become the consort of a Dutch detective, and by way of furthering his game, have just been to tele- graph for an additional force of the devils. Now do you know what I am going to do?’ * Any one ‘might guess; brutal cowards al- ways curry whips!” “Yes, Pm going to whip you, within an inch of your life. Then, if you promise me to ever after obey me, and tell me where to find the money you stole from me, I will let you go. If you refuse Pll kill you, and end the trouble! Grogan, lush her putoraly to yonder post!” The Irishman obeyed by raising ber and roping her toa post which had been used for a hitching post, at some remote period. Sue’s face was very pale now, and she trem- bied in dread of the cruel lash, It vas not the first time she had been whip- ped by him, aud she well knew what a metci- less wretch he va., Greyviile threw off his coat now, and seized the heavy whip firmly, not a tithe of pity ex- pressed in his stern, cruel face. ‘* Beg, now!” he cried. ‘ Tell me where the money is, and promise future obedience and proper conduct, or I'll give it to you!” ‘Never! Til die first!” Sue gasped. The next instant tie wretch struck ber with all his might, following cne blow with another, until he had struck her: twenty, the last one being one upon the top of the head, with the butt of the whip. White as death was Sue, but her eyes flashed bravely, her face was defiant—but she never uttered a moan or cry of pain. “‘Now—now may be you'll come to time!” the smuggler roared, more like some enraged wild beast than a human being, in his de- moniac fury. “Now, will you tell and promise!”
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‘“‘ Never, monster!” was the low, piteous grasp, then the eyes of the poor outcast closed; she had fainted, unable longer to endure the agony. CHAPTER XIL A PITIFUL END, THE situation of Fritz was to him a decidedly gloomy one, as, owing to the impenetrable darkness his eyesight was of no use whatever. He did not know either, if it was safe to stir, as there might be another trap which he would fall into, and go headlong down into some other pit. But he resolved to test the matter, and feel out the boundaries of his new prison at once. Groping about, inch by inch, and trying the floor in front of him before trusting the weight of his body upon it, he soon came to a plas- tered wall, and concluded by that, that he still remained in the building, having probably only fallen to the first floor. “ Vel, dot don’d vas so pad ash [ first ex- pected,” he muttered, feeling a little more as- sured. “I t/ought I vas goin’ vay down to der blace vere dey manufacture fire-crackers, Der next question, ish der any outlet to dis brison, 1 vonder?’ Keeping his hands upon the wall, he walked several times around the dark apartment with- out pausing. ‘* Der ish not von door or vinder, nor hole of any kind!” he finally muttered. ‘I would not haff such a house for a gift.” The room indeed appeared to be barren of those accessories, as far as he was able to learn by the sense of feeling, and it would seem that it was thus purposely prepared for a prison. “Vel, I guess 1 might as vel prepare to imi- tate der example off Doctor Tanner, und go vidoud somedings to eat for forty years or so!” Fritz muttered, feeling of his ‘stomach dole- fully, for the apples had far from satisfied his appetite. ‘But, if possible, I must get oud off here, somehow, before Fox und der boys get here.” Just how he was to do it furnished him a se- rious subject to ponder on. “Curse the girl! she’s fainted!” the smug- gler chief cried, pausing in his horrible work. ‘Perhaps she is playing off, to escape pun- ishment.” the countess suggested, with a mali- cious smile, ‘‘The American mademoiselle is very deceitful!” ‘* Faint or no faint, she shall get all that her stubborn resistance demands!” Greyville growl- ed, mercilessly, and he raised the whip and struck her another stinging blow. “Stop! Strike that girl again, and I’! kill you!” a voice cried, not far in their rear, and turning, they beheld a stranger rushing up, a pair of cocked revolvers in hand. “Puries!” Greyviile gasped, turning pale. “ Mon Dieu! what's to pay? Let’s fly!’ from the vountess. . “No! we will stand our ground!” the smug- gler hissed. The new-comer soon stood before them, with stern, accusing gaze and a face flushed from his run. * Devils!” ke cried, ** what is the meaning of this brutal scene? Explain instantly.” It was the Leadville speculator, Thornton, who spoke, and there was grim business ex- pressed in his tore. ‘* What right have you to intrude in what is none of your business?’ Greyville demanded, sourly, > “Eh? Yl show you, you brutal puppy! Don’t give’ me any of your lip, or I'll blow your brains out, \Vhy, cuss my boots, you’re as bid as the Dog Injuns on the frontier!” ‘*]T presume I’ve a right to chastise my own zhild, sir, when her conduct deserves it!” ‘“‘That’s not your child, Garry Gregg! I know you. You are the wretch I have been logzing to meet these ten years!” ‘‘You know me!’. the smuggler cried, in amazement eee, Fritz to the Front. ‘Ay! I know you!” the Westerner cried. “You are the worthless devil who trapped Minnie Gray into a secret marriage years ago, and atter living with her a couple of years, and abusing her, left her in poverty, to live with a woman you had previously married.” “And incurred your enmity by winning your sweetheart away from youl!” Gregg sneered, mockingly. “ Be that as it may, you are responsible for a good woman's death, and you shall answer for it. Tell me, sir—is this poor child you have been beating, the daughter or Minnie Gray ?”’ “Tf you like, yes.” “‘Then, curse you, leave this spot at once, if you don’t want me to shoot you down. [T['ll take care you never strike her again! Go! I say, or 111 kill you without hesitation!” There wasa stern glare in the speculator’s eyes that b2tokened danger, and, accompanied by the countess and Grogan, the smuggler chief hurried away. As soon as they had gone, Mr. Thornton cut the bonds that held Silly Sue to the post, and laid her tenderly down upon the soft grass, Hurrying down tothe beach, he procured some water in his hat, and returning, dashed it in her face, But although he did this, and chafed her hands and wrists, she did not open her eyes, Her breath came in stifled gasps, and her heart beat slowly. “By Heaven! I believe they have killed her!” Mr, Thornton muttered, feelings of terri- ble rage swelling within him. “The equal of this brutality is seldom, even among the red devils on the frontier, Ah! Garry Gregg, if this poor child dics, you shall pay bitterly for her life, or my name is not Thornton!” He continued faithfully in his endeavors to bring her -back to consciousness, but all to no avail, . While he was. thus engaged there came sounds of rapid footsteps, and Hal Hartly dashed up, flushed and excited. “Great Heaven! what is the matter of Susie?” he demanded, on seeing her lying on the ground, so cold and white. “T fear she is dying, young man,” Mr. Thornton replied, solemnly. ‘I can not re- store her to consciousness, Was she anything to you, sir?’ ‘Indeed, yes; she was all the world to me, poor child, and we were to be married, one of these days!” Hartly replied, kneeling beside her, with tears in hiseyes. ‘Susie! ob! Susie, my little waif, can’t you took up and speak to me?” ° The girl slowly openea her eyes, and gazed up at him, with a loving smile, “Yes, Hal, I know. JI am dying, Hal. Where is Fri:z?” ' “T don’t know, darling. him since morning.” ‘Well, when you see him, tell bim I sent the message, and got aa answer that the de- tectives would come.” ‘*The detectives?” ‘‘Yes, I went for him, to telegraph for them, and he gave me five dollars. 1t is in my pocket, Hal—you can have it, to get mea lit- tle plain stone for my grave.” ‘But, Susie, you can’t be dying—tell me what is the matter?’ ‘She has been cruelly veaten, I came here afew moments ago and drove off the devils, but I fear I came too late!” Mr. Thornton ex- plained, sadly. “It was papa, you know!” Sue added as Hartly uttered a cry of astonishment, ‘He discovered the errand I had done, and had a big Irishman capture me and bring me here. Then he and the countess came, and I was tied toa stake and whipped till I fainted. They have killed me, I guess. 1 feel asif Iam fill- ing up inside, and something tells me [ shall soon die. I hate to leave you, Hal, but I am not afraid to die. I have always said my prayers, loved the Lord, and been honest, and I know He will receive me.” I have not seen gq ——— The. girl’s. childish faith and simplicity touched Mr. Thornton as well as young Hartly, and tears flowed’ freely. The little outcast soon closed her eyes again, her arms about Hartly’s neck, as she rested in his embrace, and a peaceful expression of con- tentment upon her face. About sunset she spoke, without opening ber eyes. “* Hal?” she said, softly, ‘Yes, Susie,” he replied; wish?” “Not much. After I am gone burn the old house yonder, and break up the smugglers.” “Yes, Susie.” : ; “And you'll be a good man, Hal, all your life, so you will join me in Heaven?” “T will try, dearest,’ “Then kiss me good-by.” Convulsed with sobs, the grief-stricken lover obeyed, and, just as the last rays of sunset began to fade, Susie breathed her last, expiring without the least appearance of pain, and a faint, peaceful smile upon her lips, For some moments after her death neither Hartly nor Mr. Thornton spoke, but finally the latter said: ‘‘She has gone where she will know no more suffering or sorrow and it is perhaps better so, Is your home near by?” “JT live in a sort of hut back in the woods, and if you will lend a hand we will take her there.” The speculator assented, and Hartly procured a wide board, and Jaid the limp form upon it, Then raising the primitive litter between them, they left the bluff and took to the lonely coun- try road, which they followed until they crvmea to a rude shanty, standing in the edge of the woods, They bore their burden into the only room and deposited it upon a couple of stools. Hartly then turned to Mr, Thornton, ‘You are a stranger to us, sir,” hesaid, “ but would you kindly remain here until I can go to a neighboring town and make arrangements for her burial?” “Certainly, my boy.” ‘‘Then I will go and send the undertakers at once to tuke charge of the remains. If I do not resurn with the undertakers, let them re- move the body, and 1 will see you later, per- haps.” He then kissed the lips and forehead of the. dead girl, and took his departure, Once outside his whole demeanor: underwent a change. His face became stern and hard in its expression, and his eyes gleamed with a wild light that could hardly have been pro- nounced sane, ; First, the house!” he muttered between his clinched teeth; ‘‘then I will see tothe burial After that revenge!”—words uttered with a power of feeling, which bespoke grim resvlu- tion. , Hurrying back to the bluff be entered the building, and from the pantry brought an oil- can and poured oil about ina number of differ- ent places, applying a lighted match to each. As a result bright sbeets of flame sprung up, and, in less time almost than it takes to tell it, the interior of the old rookery was on fire in several places. Then, with a wild laugh, he turned and fled from the building, and disappeared from the vicinity of the bluff. The old house was doomed. And in the doorless, windowless trap-room, where he had so unexpectedly become impris- oned, was Fritz, in the most unenviable situa- tion one could well conceive. “what do you Captain Gregg, as we shall henceforth call him, learned of Silly Sue’s death shortly after it occurred through the Irishman, who, while pretending to leave the spot, had scouted around and lurked in the vicinity until Hartly and Mr. Thornton bad departed with the body, Gregg was both alarmed and surpris-d when he heard the news, and immediately sought the countess for consultation, He .<° no idea he had done the girl any fa ~~
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be 14 —— tal bodily injury. If she was dead, and the cause of her death came to be known, he well knew that he would be called upon to answer to the law. The countess listened to bis recital of Gro- gan’s report, the lines in ber thin face growing even harder than were their wont. “T feared zis,” she said, ‘‘ You were. ver’ mooch savage!” “What do you advise?” ‘¢Zat we remain where we be for ze present. You say zis strangair be an old enemy of yours?” ‘Yes. Doubly so now, from a fact that he is the father of Grif’s prisoner, that’s locked up in the dungeon ” ‘‘Humph! zis is bad! man?” “There is no telling. Perhaps Griffith will know when he comes.” But Griffith did not come. It was nearly dark in the outer world when he recovered from the terrible blow he had got from Fritz’s pistol in the cave, and staggered to the inner cavern. The moment he entered it a smell of burning timbers greeted his nostrils. “By heaven! the house above-is burning up, I believe!” he cried, rushing to the rope ladder and begining to climb it rapidly. But he had only got a few feet up when it gave way, and he fell to the ground, considerably bruised. “The devil’s to pay now!” he muttered, an- grily. “A fellow will smother down here.” For a moment the young villain stood irre- solute—then he approached the door of Madge Thornton’s cell. “Madge!” he called. There was no answer. ‘Madge! he shouted, in a louder tone, at the same time rattling the door, savagely. “Well, what do you want?” she demanded, rising from her cot. “want to know if you want to escape from this place, alive?” “Why, what is the matter?” “ Matter enough! The old house above is burning down, and if you don’t want to suffo- eate you must leave this place, at once, with me.” “Well, why don’t you open the door, then?” He was unlocking the great padlock even as Vare be ze Dutch- spoke. “Tom perfectly willing to do so, and when you reveal to me the hiding-place of your fa- ther’s money, which you had, when you left Leadville, you are free to go,” he said, stand- ing in the doorway. “ Are you foolish enough to suppose, for one moment, that I will reveal that?” “Tf you don’t do it, curse you, Ill will leave you here to suffocate!” “Do so! I would cheerfully pay that pen- alty of my folly in ever having anything to do with you, a hundred times, rather than sub- mit to your demands.” “Then—but no! i'll release you if you'll give me half of the sum.” “Not a cent, you detestable wretch.” “Curses on your obstinacy! You have re- fused to do what is right, and you shall take the consequences.” Stepping back he reclosed the door angrily and hastily relocked the padlock; then he left the main chamber, for the outer one, and jumped into the boat. The tide was now on the ebb and the water was now down so that he could row out of the hole into the ocean. As soon as he got out a grand sight met bis ze. The old house on top of the bluff was in a sheet of lurid flame, on top, lighting up the early evening, which otherwise was quite dark, _ Showers of sparks ascended toward the heavens, and the crackling of the dancing blaze made weird music. Pulling in to shore, Griffith Gregg leaped from the boat, and clambered up the side of the bluff. Fritz to the Front. The first man he met was Thornton of Lead- ville, who had fastened up the hut, and hur- ried to the scene of the conflagration, as soon, as he had discovered the light. The recognition was’ mutual, and each uttered a ery. “At last!” the speculator cried, and he bounded forward, and seized his enemy by the throat. Gregg clinched with him, and the two men rolled to the ground, in a fierce struggle, the lurid light of tbe burning building light- ing up the scene like unto the colored fire to some wild exciting arama. CHAPTER XIII. CONCLUSION. THE struggle was short and decisive. Supple though the younger Gregg was, he was no match for the man from Leadville, and it was not long ere Mr. Thornton had his man pinned firmly beneath him, so that he could not move. By this time the villagers had arrived upon the scene, in numbers, and steod contemplat- ing the scene, in wonder. ‘What is the matter here?” one of them de- manded, stepping forward. ‘‘ Who set fire to this building?’ : ‘That I. am not prepared to say, as I just came,” Mr. Thornton replied, “but I know that I have captured one of the worst villains living. Is there an officer of the Jaw among you? Ifso, I want him to take this devil into immediate custody, and watch well that he don’t escape.” “Tam a constable, but I must first know what charge you have against this young map of highly respected family,” another villager said. ‘‘Charges enough to hang him higher than Haman, if you like,” the speculator cried. “He has my daughter, imprisoned somewhere, in hopes of extorting money from me; he is wanted in Leadville, Colorado, for no less than three cold-blooded murders, and also for horse- theft, and I’ve got papers to show for it!” “It’s a lie! It is a mistake. This manis crazy!” young Gregg shouted. ‘I appeal to you for protection, gentlemen?” ‘‘Protection you shall have, sir, by law, if you deserve it!” the constable replied, slipping a pair of hand-cuffs upon the young man’s wrists. ; ‘“‘Now, sir’—to Mr. Thornton—“ permit me to examine your papers.” The speculator drew a package of documents from an inside coat pocket, and the officer gave them a critical examination. “They are all right,” he said, returning them. 2 “For the present, I will leave the scoundrel in your charge—until I recover my lost daughter!” Mr. Thornton said. “That you will never do, curse you!” Grif- fith Gregg hissed, savagely. ‘‘ You’ve sealed her doom, in tackling me, and you may as well put a mourning band around your hat.” ‘¢ What! do you dare to tell me my daughter is in peril, sir?” “Well, that remains to be told. It is ac- cording to whether | am released or not,. If not, most assuredly you will never see her or the money she stole, for if I am to answer for all the charges you have preferred against me, I can just as well add a few more, without any inconvenience.” ‘““We shall see about that. I thinka rigid search will find her. Officer, remove him to a place of safety, until I determine upon a future course of action.” The constable accordingly took his departure, marching the younger Gregg with him. The fire had by this time gained great head- way. It leaped in great crackling volumes from the roof, and burst through the sides in fiery forks. The whole interior was a seething furnace of lurid flame, and timbers were al- ready beginning to fallin. ‘“‘ Where is Silly Sue?’ some one cried, and the question went from mouth to mouth, ‘She sometimes sleeps in the old house.” ‘* Silly Sue, as you call her, is dead,” Mr. Thornton announced. “Dead!” the villagers exclaimed, gathering around him—“‘ Silly Sue dead?’ ‘Yes, dead, and lies in the shanty down the road, belonging to Hal Hartly, who has gone to some neighboring town to arrange for her | burial!” the speculator said, then he related what he knew concerning the brutal whipping the had had, at the bands of Gregg senior. A murmur of indignation ran through the crowd as he spoke, and th.ugh some of the men did not cry out again t the guilty map, the majority were greatly excited. “Do you swear this is true?’ one of the villagers cried, angrily. ‘¢ Ay—swear it a hundred times, if you like. If you have any doubts on the matter, it will take but a few moments to examine the poor child's form, upon which welts and bloody cuts yet remain to be seen.” ‘‘Then, I for one propose we give Greyville as good as he meted out!” the man cried, whose name was Tompkins, “I always bad a pri- vate idea that he wasa villain, and now I need no further proof to confirm it. Allin favor of hauling him out and lynching bim, make mani- fest by saying 1?” There was a decisive shout among all but about ten of the men, who maintained a giim silence. “Lynching is a crime, gentlemen,” Mr, Thornton said, ‘‘in the East, which would render you liable. It can do no harm, to give the human monster a taste of the whip, how- ever, and then turn him over to the rigor of the law.” “ Perbaps you are right,” Tcmpkins agreed. ‘“‘Come along, boys! We'll teach the wretch that he must be civilized,if he would live ina civilized country !” And the sturdy villager led off, the whole crowd following in his rear with indignant taces, There was indeed a dark look-out for Captain Gregg. From his library window in the village man- sion he was watching the fire, and saw the crowd march in a funeral-like procession down from the bluff along the beach toward the vil- lage. The countess saw, too, and compressed her lips tightly. “ Ze crisis is coming!” she hissed sharply— so sharply tkat he started violently. ‘ Zo crowd has heard of ze-girl’s death, and are coming for you.” He turned’ deathly pale; they would show him no mercy, as he had shown none to Susie, he well knew. “We must escape from here, somehow!” he cried. ‘To submit to arrest means death—for you as well as myself.” : “ How so?” ‘Did you not witness the whippirg without attempting to interfere?” he sneered. ‘‘ They'd string you up as quick as I—especially when investigation came to prove you to be Madame Lisset, the notorious French smuggler.” The woman’s turn it was to whiten now, and a suppressed curse escaped from between her clinched teeth. - . ‘“‘T was one big fool for evaire anchoring here, or having you for me agent,” she replied, ‘‘Somesing must be done, and zat vera quick. What s’all it be?” “There is but one course—flight. Go tomy room and get all the money and jewels there, When you come back, I will be ready.” She obeyed, and in a very short space of time returned, dressed ready for escape, Leaving the house by the rear door, they skulked hurriedly along a narrow lane. This soon brought them out into the country, and junto an orchard. Without pausing, the chief of smugglers made a wide detour, which finally brought them out upon the beach, half a mile north of the village, and directly opposite the steamer
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Countess, which lay a good two miles out at sea, at anchor. A light row-boat was drawn upon the beach. This Gregg pushed off into the water, and sprung in,*the countess following him. Then, seizing the oars, he pulled with all his skill and strength toward the steamer. At the same time, a boat manned by half a dozen men, pulled out from the beach in front of the village, and this, tou, was headed toward the steamer. ‘*Ha! they’ve suspected our dodge!” Gregg growled, on discovering the pursuit, ‘‘ Curse them! I did not think discovery of our flight would be made so quickly.” ‘Will zey reach ze boat, first?’ “By no méans. I’ve got the start, and the steamer is a good half a mile further from them than from us, if not more!” Let us look after Fritz. The roof of the old rookery on the bluff has just fallen in, and millions of sparks go up toward the cloudy sky. Is the young detective still within that old building? He bad heard Hartly, when he ran through the house, setting fire to it, and had yelled at the top of his voice for assistance. . But, either Hartly had not heard or did not heed his cries, for no assistance came, Out in the hall, which adjoined the doorless room, the flames soon began to crackle omin- ously, and the pungent smell of smoke crept through the wall to his nostrils. For a few moments Fritz stood transfixed with horror, as the peril of his situation began to dawn upon him. ‘ He knew by the smell that the house was on fire; he knew that if he did not make a hasty escape he would be consumed in the merciless. flames. What was he to do? Really, what was there he could do? He rusbed about, scarcely aware what he was doing. Suddenly his foot caught upon something, and he fell violently to the floor. In all his after life he could look back with gladness upon that mishap, as it was the means of saving him from an awful death. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he searched the floor; a moment later his hand came in contact with aniron ring. Pulling upon it, he raised a trap in the floor, disclosing a large aperture leading down into another pit below, which he concluded was a cellar. Without pausing to consider what he was doing, he dropped down through the hole. Anything was preferable to the horrible dan- ger above. He landed upon his feet upon a hard bottom of the cellar into which he had leaped. In a moment thereafter there was a crash, and a portion of the rear floor over the cellar fell in. ‘ : The light of the burning timbers now gave him a view of his situation. The cellar ran in under the whole of the house ahd was nearly filled with boxes, The only stairway had been covered by the caving in of the floor, thus closing this avenue of es- cape. The caving in, in turn, had been mainly caused by the falling of a heavy girder, from the second floor. * . Directly in front of where Fritz had landed was a large well-like hole in the ground, that looked as if it might be very deep, and his only wonder was that he had not stepped off into it, in the darkness that had prevailed immedi- ately after he had struck into the cellar, ‘I vonder off dot vas a well, or ish der hole vot leads down into der cavern,” he muttered, peering over the edge, “If der latter vos der case, I’m all righd, providin’ I can git down. But off id vos a well, den I vos a gone sucker sure. I don’d see anydings off der rope-lad- der,” Looking above his head, he however dis- covered where a staple had been recently Fritz to the Front. drawn out of a joist, and this satisfied him that it had been where the ladder had been fastened to, and that the hole was the same that penetrated into the cavern in the bluff. “Der next t’ing vas to get down dere,” he muttered. “If I jump, like ash not I preak mine neck, und den I pe ash pad off ash be- fore, of not vorse.” There seemed no other way of getting down, however, and he resolved to take his chances, rather than remain in the cellar and become a target for the fallen fiery timbers. With a prayer for safety he made the uncertain leap. Down—down—down he went with a velo- city that took his breath, and he knew no more, except being conscious of striking the earth with a heavy jar. When he recovered his senses he was in the outer cave, and Madge Thornton was kneeling . over him, chafing his hands. The cavern was dense with smoke, and breathing was difficult. Fritz comprehended the situation at once and sat up. . “I vas come down likea t’ousand of bricks eh?” he smiled, feeling of his limbs to learn if any of them were seriously damaged. “I forgot all apoud vere I vas going all at vonce. How you got oud off der dungeon?” ‘*Good luck would have it that Griffith, in his passion should have thrown the bolt of the padlock when the catch was not in, so I easily reached out my hand, drew the padlock off, and got out into the chamber,” Madge replied. ‘* What is the matter? Is the old house burn- ing?” . “Yes. We must get oud off here or ve shoke to death. Off it gets too deep, I vil swim mit you t’rough dot hole.” He accordingly arose to his feet, and raising her in his arms, he waded toward the aperture, and outside of the cavern, around to the south- ern beach, the water in the deepest” place but reaching to his throat. : “ By shimminy dunder, I feel yoost like ash if I vas tickled to death, t’ings haff turned oud 80 vell,” Fritz cried, as he placed Madge. on her feet. “A vile ago I vas ash goot as guff up for a roasted Dutchman; now I vas oud, and so vas you, und I feel better ash a spring lamb.” ‘* Are you sure we are out of danger?” “ Vel, no, not eggsactly sure, but I t’ink ve pe allrighd now. Yoost you sday here in der shadow off yer pluff, vile I skirmish aroundt ‘und see vot's to pay.” She accordingly did as directed, while he clambered up the side of the bluff, bent on re-’ connoissance, The first man and only man be met was Mr. Thornton, who had hurried back from the vil- lage to the bluff as soon as Captain Gregg was discovered missing, to keep watch in the vicin- ity. He uttered a cry of joy as he saw Fritz. ““Why bless you, boy, I never expected to see you again!” he cried, shaking the young de- tective by the hand. “Und you come purdy near id, foo, you can bet a half dollar, Mr. Thornton, .for I yoost got oud off der building here in time to save mine vool. But I haff got your daughter, und der monish vas safe!” ‘What! you donot tell me this for a fact, Fritz?” “Vel, off I don’d misdake,:it vas. Yoost vait here, und I pring you der girl. Ash to der money, she vas no fool, und put it avay vere she can get it again.” He vanished only. to reappear, a few minutes later, accompanied by Madge. Then followed a touching scene. The specu- lator received his lost daughter with open arms; there were explanations, and kisses, and tears, and laughs, and the reunion was Dow complete, Leaving them to their joy, let us take a con- cluding glance at the ocean race, which was in the mean time transpiring. The pursuers saw Gregg pull out from the shore as soon as he saw them; then they tugged at their oars with a will. “Pull, boys!” Tompkins cried, from his posi- 15 tion at the steering oar. ‘‘See! the woman is waving her handkerchief! That is a signal to the crew on board to fire up, ready to be off. Pull—pull for your worth! .We must inter- cept them, if possible, before they board.” The villagers did pull, with a will, and their boat fairly leaped over the water. Tompkins had guessed the truth. The countess’s signal did result in the crew’s rais- ing anchor, and in unbanking the slumbering fires, for huge columns of smoke almost im- mediately began to roll from the smoke- stacks, But, pull though they did, with almost superhuman efforts, the pursuers were des- tined not to win. Gregg’s boat reached the steamer while the villagers were yet eight minutes distant, and he and the countess clambered aboard. Then the steamer'’s whistle gave a defiant shriek, and the craft began to move away. As she did so, the pursuers saw a man suddenly leap overboard into the water. Pulling on, they came to him, just as he was sinking for the last time, : It was Hal Hartly, and he was mortally wounded. He only spoke once after they pulled him aboard; it was to gasp out, faintly: ‘*She’s doomed! I’ve scuttled her!” . Then the blood spurted from his mouth, and he expired, while the Countess steamed away to sea, and was lost from view, and Captain Gregg the smuggler was lost from fhe clutches of the law. »What was the fate of the Countess is not definitely known, but she never again entered the port of Havre, nor was a soul on board of her ever afterward seen. The Philadelphia detectives who arrived the next day found no one to arrest, as those on whom suspicion could justly rest, had fled, during the night. ° Susie and Hal Hartly received a respectable burial, at the expense of Mr. Thornton; then after paying Fritz as promised, the sum of five thousand dollars, the speculator set out for his western home, accompanied by his daughter, and by Griffith Gregg, who was to go back to the scene of his crimes, for trial. With bis reward money, Fritz immediately returned to Philadelphia, and soon after pur- chased an interest in a paying established business, where he may be seen most any day, when not on detective duty, or if he is out, his pretty wife Rebecca will represent him, THE END. The Saturday Journal, “The Model Family Paper —AND— Most Charming of the Weeklies.” A pure r; good in every thing; brigh brilliant aa sell mnt a & Serials, Tales, Romances, Sketches, Adventures, Biographies, Pungent Essays, Poetry, Notes and Answers to Correspondents Wit and Fun— All are features in every number, from such celebrated writers as no paper in America can boast of. What is best in POPULAR READING, that the paper always has; hence for Homs, SHop, Li- BRARY and GENERAL READER it is without a rival;and hence its great and steadily increasing circulation. 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50 Burt Bunker, tHe Trapper. 1 Deadwood Dick, THe Proce of THE Roap. By Edward L. Wheeler. 2 Yellowstone Jack, By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 3 Kansas King; or, Tae Rep Ricur Hann. By Captain by Buffuio Bul (Hon. Wm. F. Cody). 4 The Wild-Horse Hunters. Mayne Reid aud Captam frederick Whittaker. 5 Vagabond Joe, THr Younc WANDERING JEW; or, PLorzix@ For A LeGacy. By Oll Coomes. 6 Bill Biddon, ‘Trapper. By E. S. Ellis. 7 ‘Kihe Flying Yauikee; or, Tae Ocean Ovt- | | cast. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Seth, Jones. By Edward §. Ellis. Adventures of Baron Munchausen, | Nat Todd. By E. §. Ellis. - P Lae -o ‘Khe Boy Clown, By Frank 5. Finn. | 7? The Hidden Lodge. By T. C. Harbaugh. ‘% Ned Wylde, THe Boy Scour. By Texas Jack. | UY Death-Face, Tae Derective. Ey Wheeler. | i0 Roving Ben. A Story or a Youna Ax:cni- | cAN WHO WantTeD TOSrE THE WorLD. Marshall, | 41 Lasso Jack. By Oll Coomes. 42'‘The Phantom Miner; or, Drapwoop | Dick's Bonanza. By Edward L. Wheeler. 43 Dick Darling, tHe Pony Express Riper. | 4 Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 44 Rattling Rube. By Harry St. George. 45 G@ld Avalanche, THE GREAT ANNIEILATOR; or, WILD Epna, Toe Girt Bricanp. K, L. Wheeler. | 46 Glass Kye, THe Great SHoT or THE WEST. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams, 47 Nightingale Nat. By T. C. Harbaugh. 48 Black Jobn, THe Roap-Acent.. By Badger. 49 Omaha Oll, THE Masxep Terror: or, DEAD- woop Dick In Dancer. By Edward L. Wheeler. C, Ey Lasalle. 51 ‘The Boy RBifles. By Archie C. Irons. 62 The White Buffalo. By C. E. Lasalle. 563 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., THe Boy PHenrx; or, THrover To Death, By Edward L. Wheeler. §4 Ned Mazel, tHe Boy Trapper; or, Tar PHAn- | ToM Princess. by Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 55 Deadly = Kye, THe UNxNown Scour; or, THE BRANDED BRoTHERHOOD, By Buffalo Bill. | 56 Nick Whifiles? Pet, Capt. J. F. C. Adams. | 567 Deadwood Dick’s Eaz €s3 or, THe PaRps | or Loop Bar. By Edward L. Wheeler. 58 The Border King. By Oll Coomes. 59 Old Mickory. By t arry St. George. 60 The White Indian. Capt. J. F. C. Adams. | Gi Buckhorn Bill; or, Tae Rep Rive Team. By Edward L. Wheeler. : 62 Whe Shadow hip. By Col. P. Ingraham. | 63 The Red Brotherhood, W. J. Hamilton. | 64 Dandy Jack. By T. C. Harbaugh. G5 Hurricane Bill. By Jos. FE. Badger, Jr 66 Singie Hand. By W. J. Hamilton. | G7 Patent-leather Joe. By Philip S. Warne. 68 Border Robin Hevod, By Buffalo Bill. G9 Gold. Rifle, rae SHArpsHOOTER; or, Tar Boy DETECTIVE OF THE BLack Rancy. By Wh.celer. 70 Old Zip’s Cabing or, Toe GREENEORN IN | Tat Woops, By J. F.C, Adams. 71 Delaware Dick. By Oll Coomes. 72 Mad Fom Western, tHe Texan RANGER; or, THE QUEEN OF THE Pratric. By Hamilton. 73 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, CALAMIry | JANE, THE HEROINE OF WHOoP-Up. By Wheeler. 74 Wawk-eye Harry. By,Oll Coomes. 75 The Boy Duelist. By Col. P. Ingraham. 76 Abe Cok, THE Crow-Kiuier, By A. W. Aiken. 77 Corduroy Charlie, Tax Boy Bravo; or, | Deapwoop Dick’s Lasr Act. By E. L: Wheeler. 78 Blue Dick. By Captain Mayne Reid: 9 Sol Ginger, GiAnr TRaprrr. By A.W. Aiken. | 0 Rosebud Rob; or, Nuceer Ned, tar Kniger | OF THE GuLow. By Edward L. Wheeler, | 1 Lightning Ju. By Captain J. F.C. Adams. 2 Kit Waretoot, trae. Woopv-Hawk; or, Oxp PowbER-FAcE AnD His Demons. _By Harbaugh. | 83 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. By Ol! Coomes. $4 Idyl, the Girl Miner. By LE. L. Wheeler. $5 Buck Buckrams; or, Bess, THE FEMALE | Traprer, By Captain J. F. C. Adams. 86 Dandy Buck. By G Waldo Browne, en +! Le cel eee ae ee el ee ee ll ee = _ adit De et et me oe i pt et St Or Orr 87 The Land Pirates. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 88 Photo raph Phil, tHe Boy S.evrs; or, Rosesud Ron’s REAPPEARANCE. By E. L. Wheeler. 89 Island Jim. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 90 The Dread Rider. By G. Waldo Browne. 91 The Captain ot the Club; or, THe Youne Rrvau Aruueres. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 92 Canada Chet}; or, OLD ANACONDA IN SITTING Buuu’s Camp, By Edward L. Wheeler. 93 The Boy Miuers. By Edward 5. Ellis. 94 Midnight Jack, THE Roap-AGEnT; or, Tue Boy Trapper. By T. C. Harbaugh. 95 ‘The Rival Rovers. Lieut. Coi. Hazeltine. 96 Watch-Eye, THe Sxapow. By FE. L. Wheeler. 97 The Outlaw Brothers, By J. J. Marshall. 98 Robin Hood, THe OvTLawed Ear; or, THE Merry MEN or GREENWOOD. Prof. Gildersleeve, 99 Whe Tiger of Taos; or, WivD Kate, Danny Rock’s ANGEL. By George Waldo Browne. 100 Deadwood Dick in Lea lville; or, A STRANGE STROKE FOR Liperty. By Wheeler. 101 Jack Harkaway in New York, By Bracebridge Hemyng. 102 Dick Deud-Eye, THE Boy Smvac Er; or, THE CRUISE OF THE VIXEN. By Col. Ingraham. 103 The Lion of the Sea, By Col. Delle Sara, 104 Deadwood Dick’s Device; or, THr Sian or THE Dovusie Cross. By E. L. Wheeler, 105 Old Rube, THe Hunter. Capt, H. Holmes. 06 Old Frosty, TaHe Guive. By T. C. Harbaugh. 07 One-Eyed Sim, By James L. Bowen. O8 Daring wea, By Harry St. George. 09 Deadwood ick as Detective. By Edward L. Wheeler. 10 The Black Steed of the Prairies. A Thrilling Story of Texan Adventure. By Bowen. 11 The Sea-Devil. By Col. P. Ingraham, 12 The Mad Hunter. By Burton Saxe. 13 Jack Hoyle, THe Youne SPecuLATOR; or, Tue Roap To Fortune. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 14 The Black Schooner. Roger Starbuck. 15 The Mad Miner; or, Danpy Rock’s Doom, By George Waldo Browne. 16 The Hussar Captain; or, tae Hermir or Heui-Gate. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 17 Gilt-Rdged Dick, Tux Srort Detective; or, THe Roap-AGent’s DavGanTer. Wheeler. Will Somers, tre Boy Detective. Morris. Wustang Sam, THE KING oF THE PLAINS. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. ®he Branded Hand, By Frank Dumont. Cinnamon Chip, THE Girt Sport; or, Tue GoLpEN IpoL or Mr. Rosa. b'd. L. Wheeler. Phil Hardy, Tux Boss Boy. _ By C. Morris. Kiowa Charley, THe Warre Mustancer. By T. C. Harbaugh. Sippy, THe Texan. By George Gleason. Bonanza Biil, Miner. By Ed. L. Wheeler. Picayune Pete; or, Nicopemus, Tor Doe Detective, By Charles Morris, Wild-Fire, Boss orrnr Roap. By Dumont. The Young Privateer, By H. 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By Wheeler. Silver Star, 102 Loy Knicur. By Coomes. Will Wildfire,’ tae THonxovGsrrRep; or, Tae Waiyxinc Hann. By Charles Morris. Sharp Sam} or, THE ADVENTURES OF A Frienpiess Poy. By J. AlexanderPetten. to eae Cwm at & te wo ww -o 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 tw iv te Doth vie Co-t we Geto =o = w => ? we G Gwe _ = OF Sain wee -— = moe to > —_— — hee Bia STRIKE. Lance and Panther Paul, Tye Pram Pimare; cr, Datwry Lance To THE Rescur. J. E. Badger. Black Bess, Wr. Wiwprime’s Racer; or, WinninG AGaAtnst Opps. By Charles Morris. Eagle Kit, THe Boy Demon. By Oll Coomes, The Sword Hunters. By F. Whittaker. Gold Trigger, THE Srort. T. C. Harbaugh. Deadwood Dick _of Deadwood; or, Tue Picken Party. By Edward L. Wheeler. Mike Merry, THE Harsor Pouice Boy; or, Tue Nigut-HAWES OF PHILADELPHIA. Morris. Fancy Frank of Colorado}; or, THE Traprper’s Trust. By Buffalo Bill. 159 The Lost Captain; or, THe Oren Potar ' Sa. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 160 ‘Whe Black Giant; or, DamtTy Lance JEOPARDY. By Joseph f. Bad er, Jr. New York Nell, THE Boy-Giru Derectrivr; - or, OLD Buaxrsty’s Money. -By E. L. Wheeler. Will Wildfire in the Woods. Morris. 3 Little ‘Wexas, THE YouNG MusTANGER, A Tale of Texan Prairies. By O}l Coomes. yd Edward L. Wheeler. é KS SF DB AD Crete Gr Gren Qumw wv — oO @ «a A Game of Goldj or, Deapwoop Dicr’s | asso, By Capt. I’. Whittaker, | BEADLE’S | HALF-DIME | LIGRARY. 215 RR A mT 165 Billy Baggage, THe Ramroap Boy; or, Run To EarrH. By Charles Morris. 166 Hickory Marry. By Harry St. George. 167 Asa Scott, Tue Steamboat boy. By Willett. 168 Deadly Dash. By Jos. E, Badger, Jr. 169 ‘Tornado Tomy, or, Inuvun Jack From Rep Corr, ‘T. C. Harbaugh. 170 A Trump Cardj3 or, Wm. Wivprirs Wins AND Loses. By Charles Morris. 171 Ebony Dan, By Frank Dumont. 172 Thunderbolt'Tom ; or, Tae WoLF-HERDER OF THE Rockies. Ey Harry St. George. 173 Dandy KRock’s Rival. By G.W. Browne. 174 Bob Rockett, tHe Boy DopGer. By Morris. 175 Captain Arizona. By Philip 8. Warne. 176 The Boy Runaway; or, THe BuccaNeER or THE Bay. Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S.N. . 177 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, Tae Scamp OF THE SIERRAS. By Edward L. Wheeler. 178 Old Solitary. By Oli Coomes. 179 Bob Rockett, tHE Bank Runner. Morris. 180 The Sea Traiier; or, A Vow WELL Kept, By Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S. N. 181 Wild Frank, THE Buckskin BRAVO; or, Lapy Liny’s Love. By Edward L. Wheeler. 182 Little Murricame, THE Boy Caprarn. ey Oll Coomes, 183 The Hidden Hand} or, WiLL Witoraxe’s: ReEvenGcE. By Chas. Morris. 184 The Boy ‘Trailers; or, Dany LANce on THE WaR-PaTH, By Jos. E. Badger, Jr, 185 Evil Eye, Kixe or Carrie Tuieves; or, THE VULTURES OF THE Rio GranpeE, By F. Dumont. 186 Cool Desmonds or, Txt GamsLer’s Bia Game. By Col. Delle Sara. . 187 Fred Halyard, tue Lire Boat Boy; or, THE SMUGGLERS OF THE INLET. By C. Morris. 188 Ned Temple, THE BorpER Boy. Harbaugh. 189 Bob Rockett, THe CracksMan. By Morris. 190 penat Darke; or, THe Ticrrs or Hic ' Prnz. By Wm. R. Eyster. 191 Buffalo Billy, tee Boy BvuLLWwHACKER. By Capt. A. B. Taylor, U. 8. A. 192 Captain Kit. By Lieut. H.D. Perry,U.8.N. 193 Captain Mask, Tre Lavy Roap-AGEnT; or, PaTENT-LEATHER Jore's Dergat,. By Warne. 194 Buffalo Bill’s Bet. By Captain Taylor. 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream. By Wheeler. 196 Shadowed} or, Bos Rockerr’s FIGHT For Lire. By Charles Morris. Little Grit, THz Witp RmeEr. By Ingraham, Arkansaw, THE Man wWiTH THE KNIFE, By T. C. Harbaugh, 199 Weatherweight; or, THe Boy CHAmpiop oF THE MuskincuM. By|Edward Willett. 200 The Boy Bedouins. By Capt. Frederick 197 198 Whittaker. 201 The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Drav- woop Dick’s Warp. By Edward L, Wheeler. 202 Prospect Pete, or THE Boy Bricabds; or, Tur Youna OstTLaw Hunters. By Oll Coomes, 203 The Boy Pards. By Jos. F. Badger, Jr. 204 Gold Plume, TH: Boy Banprr. Ingraham. 205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom, A Tale of Death Notch. By Edward L. 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