Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 508) (1887 04 19)
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Ww ee aN eS d) ST Wa a | it tt i. i _ x Fo a I a is 5 Cents. ___Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates. Copyright, 1887, by BEADLE AND ADAMS, April 19, 1887. 2.50 PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS Pri Vol. XX, ‘ Dents No. 508. a Year. No, 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. a ali) SH] ih i SB | eave = = y= | _ EE-—-NN VA \ OY Zo pe 4 PATAL FOOTSTEPS, BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, | AUTHOR OF ‘'DEADWOOD DICK,” ‘“ pEnvER DOLL,” ‘‘ SIERRA SAM,” ‘‘ YREKA JIM,” “DOCK DERRINGER,” ETO, CHAPTER I. ‘tT AM DEADWOOD DICK!” OVERLOOKING a pleasant ‘‘ pocket,” surrouna- ed by stupendous mountains, and on a rocky projection, a horseman sat gazing downward. Before him lay a “city,” as they call it in Western phrase, <tr ‘ : . This was, formerly, “‘ Deadwood Dick’s Dig- “THE FATAL FOOTSTEP!” CRIED A CHORUS OF VOICES. ‘‘ DEADWOOD DICK’S gings.” PROPHESY HAS BEEN FULFILLED!” Below kim lay a mountain indentation known =a } \\
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2 as a pocket—a small valley surrounded by moun- tains. A beautiful place it would have been but for some of the obliterating signs of the past. Evidently the fire-fiend had made sad havoc with what was once a prosperous town, for ruins of cabins were visible on every hand indicating the work of a conflagration. Still, out of this desolation, a mining-camp had again sprung up, and, if anything, larger than the original. Not counting places devoted.to business of varied character, a saw-mill had been introduc- ed; consequently, the major part of the resi- dences were made of either slabs or boards. Perhaps a hundred buildings there were, in- cluding habitations, stores, saloons, ore-mills and a hotel, with some other concerns not worthy of mention. + Pheenix-like,‘‘ Deadwood Dick’s Diggings” had risen from its ashes, and on its site now stood the flourishing town which bore the rather strange and eccentric name of Whiskyville. Not a very moral or religious name to be sure, but some western camps and towns, [ may say, are not named with a single thought of the great future. This horseman, sitting his saddle and gazing below him, had a strange expression upon his countenance—an expression more revengeful than pleasing. He was a man young in years, with a smooth- ly-shaven face, dark brown eyes and hair, and was of athletic build—decidedly a handsome fel- ame one whom either sex must admire, at sight. he horse he rode was a fine animal; the trap- pings were of the most stibstantial character, And as this solitary horseman sat gazing down into the valley, which had once been his home, his thoughts thus took wee, ‘“‘My dream was true! The town has again risen, and, if anything, stronger than before. That which is rightfully mine, is still occupied by those who have no right to it. “But, that shall not be! By law and miner’s rights, I am entitled to possession of the pocket, and I will have it, if I have to fight for it, to the bitter end. “True, those now in possession will dispute my rights and demands, and, no doubt, it would be worth my life to venture into the camp, but I will do so, and give them warning to vacate. Then, if they persist in remaining, it will be time for me to act, Here are the proofs and hi to establish my rights, and my rights all have, if I have to shed blood to get them!” He drew a package of official-looking docu- ments from his pocket, and gave them a brief examination. “Yes, these documents attest my claim to the pocket, and are law in themselves. Their direc- tions must be obeyed, or trouble will follow— graver trouble, even, than occurred in the Dig- gings only six short months ago!” is eyes gleaming with resolution, he guided his horse into a precipitous path that led into the pocket below. Half an hour later, he was in the little busy valley, and shortly after rode up the main street of the ‘‘ ville.” His gaze scanned the face of every person he met, but he failed to recognize any one he had ever seen before. F This did not really surprise him, for he pre- sumed that after the burning of the previous camp, there had been a general exodus of its well frightened population. Up the main street of the town he fearlessly rode, attracting but little attention. It was no unusual — to see a horseman ride into the camp, hence little curiosity if any was manifested at his entrance. Although well supplied with saloons, gambling and dance-houses—as a general thing the three were combined under one roof—Whiskyville ssed but two hotels, which bore the names of he Howling Hornet and the Grand Pacific. Both were large, barn-like structures, and stood opposite each other, on their respective sides of the street. : The Howling Hornet had the prestige of cater- ing tothe larger patronage; but, both did an excellent business, owing to the daily influx of people into the oe It was before the Howling Hornet that Dead- wood Dick drew rein. It was a two-story affair, with a long piazza in front, upon which a number of people were lounging. What caused the young detective-avenger to stop before that particular hotel, was the fact that, tacked to one of the awning posts, was a good sized tin sign, bearing in conspicuous let- ‘ters the inscription:— ——_ “HON. GRAHAM GOFF, MAYOR.” Now this was the very party Dick desired to see, and therefore he drew -rein, dismounted, and entered the hotel office, which was a com- modious apartment, faiy well furnished. Presiding behind the office counter, and some- thing rarely seen in the mines, was a remarka- bly pretty young lady of some eighteen or nine- teen years—a most shapely brunette, with dark hair and brilliant black eyes; a person at once attractive and charming of presence. _No other person was behind the counter, and, evidently, she had sole charge of the office. Dick approached the counter, after a mo- ment’s hesitation, and a casual glance about the room, “Does Mr. Goff, the mayor of the camp, put up at this house?” he inquired. ‘‘Oh! yes, sir,” was the pleasant answer. ‘‘ That is my father, and he runs the hotel.” ‘* Ah, indeed! I would like to see him. Is he about?” ‘No, sir. He is at the office, at the Majestic Mine. He spends the day there generally.” ‘*Can you direct me to his office?” ‘‘Certainly, It is situated on the extreme southern side of the pocket, and is the only build- ing there, with the exception of the stamp-mill. If you go up to the end of the street, and turn to your right, you cannot help but find the place.” ““Thank you, I shall probably have no diffi- culty in finding it.” ‘Do you intend remaining in town to-night?” “T am not decided as to that yet, but proba- bly I shall.” ‘If so, we should be pleased to have you reg- ister here, You will find the accommodations much preferable to those across the street. I will give you a card.” Which she did, bearing the following imprint: “THE HOWLING HORNET HOTEL, Whiskyville. Hon. Granam Gorr, Prop’r. Miss Grorearse Gorr, Clerk.” Thanking his pretty informant, Dick left the hotel, mounted his horse, and e away. He had no difficulty in finding the office of Whiskyville’s mayor, which was an unpreten- tious little structure in the shadow of a big slab building, whose machinery proclaimed it to be an ore or ‘“‘stamp”-mill, ‘where minerals are crushed and separated from the rock, Once more dismounting, he entered the office, to find bimself in the presence of two men, who were ensconced in easy-chairs, engaged in con- versation while they enjoyed their cigars. One was a smoothly-shaven, rather portly rsonage of fifty years, whose face bore a rusque, decidedly busmess-like expression. He was neatly dressed. ’ The other was a burly, muscular man, with mustache, goatee, and a shock of sandy hair. He had a keen, fierce pair of eyes, that were restless in their glance, and a general air of bravado. “Ts Mr, Goff, the mayor, in?” Dick asked, on entering. “‘T am that person,” the portly man replied. “‘ Did you wish tu see me?” “Yes, sir. I would like to have a talk with you, when at leisure,” 2 ‘* Be sea 1 will talk with you as soon as I have a few words with Mr. Loggerhead.” Dick accordingly took a chair, while the mayor turned to the man with the goatee. * ‘No, sheriff,” he said, ‘‘it is useless for you to try to convince me that this Red Rupert, as he styles himself, is any one outside this camp. The systematic manner in which these ro beries have been pid acronis © to show that the guilty one has a thorough knowledge of the camp. No stranger could, night after night, rob me, and the guests of my hotel, without be- ing constantly around and on the alert for par- ticuiars!” ‘“‘ Yet this same Red Rupert has aire the stage, five miles from here, no less than five times, and secured the contents of the treasure- box, besides a large amount of other booty!” argued the sheriff. ? “ Byven so, but on every occasion it has been when the largest consignments of money or gold were sent out of the camp. No stranger or person, not a hanger-on about the place, would have known of these shipments, except he had an accessory.” “He may have had an accessory!” “Possibly. But {cannot bring myself to be- lieve it, Ibelieve this Red Rupert lives right here and us.” “But, whom co you suspect?” Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. OTE ee ‘‘That’s a question I do not know how to an- swer. I do rot know whom to suspect.” ‘‘Nor I. I have spotted every stranger who came to the camp, but gained no clew, or any- thing to excite my suspicion, There are dozens of strange people coming to this camp daily, whom I have examined and spotted but nove of them have shown themselves in the least sus- picious.” ‘‘T have one idea to advance,” the portly man went on, ‘‘and that is_ this: ou have heard the story of the existence of a former town here; indeed, the evidences are yet ain. A man calling himself Deadwood Dick, Jr., was origin- ally here, but was ousted by a party of stampe- ders, who built up a camp. The ousted men swore bk gpa and executed it, for, after kill- ing several people, he finally burnt the town. You have heard about it?” “Well, I should smile! I was one of the stampeding party, and was engaged in the free fight that was followed by the burning of the sess iy ‘““Indeed! Did this Deadwood Dick escape?” “T can’t say positively but presume that he did. The confusion was so great that night that. it is hard to say whether he escaped or ‘‘Very likely he did, fortis said he has the lives of acat. In case he did escape, may not he be this Red Rupert?” ‘‘It is possible, though hardly probable,” the sheriff said, thoughtfully. ‘And why not probable? This Deadwood Dick, it eae placed his curse upon this town, and if he is still alive he no doubt still cherishes a desire for revenge. He isadesperate devil, from what I can learn, and absolutely fearless, and his word or oath is considered un- impeachable. If he bas a grudge against those who he claims are usurping his rights—that, I believe, was his plea before—it would not be surprising that he should seek to continue his vengeful attacks!” “Perhaps your theory is the correct one, boss, but there’s non, certain about it. When this ’ere Deadwood Dick was here before, he was in disguise, it seems, and went under the name of Doctor Death-Grip. I can’t say as I ever see’d him in his natteral colors. , how d’ye su —_ I’d_ know him, now, even ef he is this R upert?” ‘* Well, by careful inquiry, you might find some one who would know him.” “T will save you the trouble of any unneces- sary inquiry, gentlemen,” Dick said, rising, ‘*for Jam Deadwood Dick, but not Red Rupert, of whom I have heard you make mention!” CHAPTER II. DEADWOOD DICK’S WARNING, - Hap a thunderbolt descended into the little shanty office it could scarcely have created more consternation than did the sudden an- nouncement of the young prince of Western de- tives. So sudden had been his identification of bim- self, that it nearly took nett fi the breath of the two men who, a moment before, had been talk- ing about him. e stood proudly erect, with his arms folded across his breast; his pose was Apollo-like, and his whole appearance decidedly striking and handsome. He had made no attempt to draw a weapon, but a faint smile of contempt wreathed his lips. It was several seconds ere either Graham Goff or the sheriff could recover their composure, then the former said: “So you’re Deadwood Dick, eh?” “T am—Deadwood Dick, Junior. The original of that name is long since dead.” “You are the fellow who claims to own this pocket?” “The very same!” 4 “ And you have the presumption to return to this camp and admit that?” “Exactly! All the land in this pocket belongs to me, having been properly conveyed to me’ by the Government for services rendered. 1 have papers to prove my claim!” ; ‘‘Humph! A fig for your papers, sit,” Goff replied, ‘‘ What do we care for them? Pos- session is always two points of the law, without fail, and I allow we have got possession, beyond the shadow of a doubt, eh, sheriff?” ‘Well, I should smile, and this young cuss has run bis neck into a noose, in coming bac here, for he is a murderer and an outlaw, an’ ets my = Page ~ arrest him. He killed off a number of people in the previous camp, besides firin’ the town, an’ ef that ain't suffi. cient cause for his arrest I'd like to know the reason why.” | 4
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Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. 3 ‘Of course he must be arrested!” Graham Goff declared. ‘We cannot afford such a des- perate character roaming around loose, and thereby imperil the lives of our friends and families. Besides, there is little doubt in my mind but what this fellow is the so-styled Red Rupert who has been systematically robbing me and others!” “T am not Red Rupert, nor baye I ever heard of any one of that name,” Dick replied. “I am, however, Deadwood Dick, Junior, and I have come here to warn you, one and all, to leave this at once and for good, or a worse fate shall greet you than rewarded the former usurpers of my rights. If my warning is unheeded, this time, I shall not strike at a few persons, but at all, and they shall feel the weight of my just vengeance! You have heard me, mister self-styled mayor, and believe me, you will find it worth your while to heed me!” Graham Goff smiled in contempt. **Yowre a fool!” he retorted scornfully, ‘‘ to for an instant cherish the idea that you could frighten us, or drive us out of this pocket. We have our rights here, and shall stay, in spite of you, man, or devil. And as you i a hard reputation, and have even now threat- ened us, it is our cuky to protect ourselves by arresting you. Sheriff, do your duty!” Loggerhead accordingly arose, and swelled up as if he were a perscnage of vast importance. “Young man,” he said, with a pompous air, *T arrest you in the name of the law, for threatening to do injury to the residents of this town, and also for past crimes of murder and general outlawry. shall have to put the cuffs on you, and lock you up!” and drawing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, he advanced toward the young claimant. But, if he expected the Prince of the West to surrender unconditionally, he reckoned with- out his host. Dick had ee his arms folded until now when they suddenly unfolded, and a pair of revolvers appeared in his grasp—a formidable pair of silver-plated weapons, that looked deadly enough in his powerful grip. AS @ CO uence, Levi Loggerhead paused, and stared in blank dismay at the man whom he nad expected to take an easy prisoner. “Come on!” Dick challenged coolly. ‘If you've any idea you can put the bracelets upon me, you are verfectly welcome to try!” “Put down them barkers!” ogeerhead wled, ‘‘ or it will be the worse for you.” “Nary a put! I ain’t one of that kind, I'll have you know. Jain’t surrendering to no such a sucker as you. So get back to your chair, instanter, or I'll put daylight through you be- fore you have time to say Jack Robinson! Git! now! And Loggerhead did “ git” without loss of time... “Pll git even with you to-morrow, you bet!” he growled, ‘“‘and don’t you forget it! I ain’t ther kind of a hairpin to be bluffed down by a young monkey like you. [ll either land you in jail, or I'll fit you fer a funeral!” Dick noe sarcastically. ** All right!” he replied. ““‘ I’m not afraid of you, and if you haven’t quit this town by to- morrow sunset, (ll guarantee you'll need a coftin more than I,” Then, turning to Graham Goff, he continued: “ As for you, sir, I understand you enjoy the distinction of being the mayor, and consequent- ly the ruler of thiscamp. To you, therefore, I have a few words to say. I am the owner of this pocket and all the mineral wealth it con- tains, and I intend to have my rights, even if I have to shed blood to obtain them. The record of the past shall be a guarantee of the future! “T hereby warn you to notify the present yesidents of this camp to pull up stakes and evacuate at once, and forever, and to return not, at the peril of their lives. Such return will result in death. You and your people have uutil sunset to-morrow night to pack up your traps and vamose! All who remain here after sunset to-morrow night will certainly feel the weight of my vengeance. So sure as there is a sky above me, I will fight to the bitter end but what I will have ion of that which is rightfully mine. So beware! Remain here iv r sunset to-morrow night at the peril of your es! “Bah! We will not leave the pocket for you, ora hun e you—nay! nor a thousand. And, let me tell you, sir, that if you do not leave the town at once, bacon be strung up with- out quarter. I'll take the responsibility, person- ally, of seeing to the matter. There is no doubt in my mind but what you are Red Rupert, the road-agent! We have a Vigilance Committee a nn ns nnn O_o ooo a a eer » 5 no} already organized, and if you refuse to leave immediately, you will surely fall into their hands! So, go!” “Yes! I will go!” Dick replied, ‘‘ but shall not go far. If you value your life, and the lives of your people, you will be out of this Vag ere the sun sets to-morrow night! Good- day:” and thrusting his revolvers into his belt, the young ‘chief of Western detectives turned end left the office, leaving the mayor and the sheriff staring each other blankly in the face, one trying, evidently, to divine the opinion of the other. ihren CHAPTER III. FLOY FYDELL, AND A HOWLING MOB. LIKE most mining towns, Whiskyville had a great many varieties of business enterprises, and among others was a clothing and gents’ furnish- ing store, which, strange to say, was conducted by a M' woman, or more properly speaking, a girl, for she was scarce more than seventeen, if indeed that. A most beautiful creature she was, with a etite, prettily-molded figure, and a fairy-like ace, Sparse brown eyes, and a wealth of brown hair, There were a number of pretty girls in the camp, but none of them half so pretty or charm- ing as Floy Fydell, proprietor of the Chicago Clothing House, where everything wearable was to be found, from a hat to a pair of boots or shoes—from a full suit to a collar-button. Miss Fydell did not confine herself to the cloth- ing business, either. She kept a stock of wea- pons, ammunition, and sporting articles, besides which, a tin sign upon the awning-post in front of her store bore this legend: “MISS FLOY FYDELL, Clairvoyant. Reads Past, Present and Future—Foretells Im- pending Disaster—Recovers Lost Friends —Points Out the Way to Fortune. FEE, FIVE DOLLARS!” Few, if any of the Whiskyvillians had tested Miss Fydell’s powers of clairvoyance, for a gen- eral prejudice existed that it was all a humbug. But this fact did not detract from her pepular- ity. Hers was the only clothing establishment in the camp, and her store was much frequented —many of her patrons making purchasessimply because they reveled in bliss when they got a smile from her pretty lips. Admirers she had by the score, and as many of the townspeople were young men, and not a few well-to-do and good-looking, the rivalry be- tween them was considerable, and in many in- stances, bitter. Among the latter class were two dashin young fellows, named respectively, Giles Go and Jerry Justice, The former was the son of Whiskyville's port- ly mayor, while the latter was superintendent of the Majestic Mine, owned by the mayor. Both were young men in the twenties, good- looking, and dashing of appearance, but, while Jerry was shrewd, energetic and wide-awake to business, Giles was idle, dissipated, and addicted to gambling. ork he would not, for when not lucky enough to earn what money he needed at the gaming-table, he always made it a point to ap- proach his sister, of the Howling Hornet Hotel, and never went away empty-handed. Brother and sister ‘stood in together,” far more har- moniously than brothers and sisters usually do; while, on the other hand, the father and his children often wrangled together. Graham Goff had long since put his foot down against catering to his son’s extravagances, al- though he was always ready to do him favors in = other way, erry Justice and Giles Goff had never been on good terms, owing to the rivalry between them for the affection of pretty Floy Fydell, and on one occasion, for an insult, Jerry had admin- istered to young Goff a severe thrashing in ublic, That Floy Fydell cared nothing in particular for either of the young men she had given them to understand, but it seemed to make no differ- ence to them, for both were the more deter- mined to win her. ’ Ee were rather inclined to believe, how- ever, that Floy secretly fancied the young super- intendent of the mine, who was gradually ac- quiring a nice little sum of money, the t of careful savings. There was another young lady who_ was known to be captivated with handsome Jerry Justice, and she was none other than the pretty SO i eS a ae = of the Howling Hornet Hotel, Miss Georgie That she was wildly infatuated with the dash- ing superintendent, was a matter of fact, but in return he did not appear to reciprocate her affec- tion in the least. : Jerry was quite popular among a certain class of the people, the better element, but among the rougher class he was not so popular, while with these, Giles Goff was a sort of favorite and ruler. He was free in spending his money w for liquor, and in return they stuck to a like paper on the wall. ‘hus it was that the Whiskyvillians were di- vided into two factions. On several occasions, Giles Goff had sought his father and tried to get him to remove young Justice from the superintendency of the Majes- tic, but in each instance he had failed, for, while the mayor did not refuse outright, he always put his son off with ‘‘ Tl] hold the matter under consideration.” And so he did, only that he never reported what his ‘‘ consideration” was, much to the cha- grin of his undutiful son. As before stated, Floy Fydell did a fine busi- ness with her store, and was making money rapidly, so that she was a catch worth securing, independent of her beauty. ~ That evening, subsequent to hisinterview with Graham Goff, Deadwood Dick chanced to be in need of some few articles of furnishing-goods, and so dropped into the Chicago Clothing House to make his purchases. To say that he found an uncommonly bright and pretty young lady the sole attendant and evident manageress, would be quite true. Miss Fydell also had another customer, who was examining some clothing, a goodly stock of which she kept. While he was thus engaged, she stepped along to where Dick had paused at the counter. ‘*Ts there anything I can do for you, sir?” she inquired. “T would like to see some silk handkerchiefs,” are. politely; ‘‘also some gentleman’s ose. “Certainly, sir. both.” She placed several boxes of handkerchiefs upon the counter, and a like array of hose-boxes for Dick to select from. sh bani pleasant weather we are having,” she m them im liter- I have a very nice stock of observed, while Dick was making his selections. “Delightful! It is too nice to remain in- doors.” “ Indeed it is! I often wish I were not penned up here, in the store, so that I could have more liberty.” “You are not all alone, I trust?” “Oh! yes, indeed. Beyond a few acquaint- ances, I am all alone in the world.” ‘*'You are unfortunate. 1 should suppose you would be lonely. But then, no doubt, your busi- ness keeps your mind occupied.” “Yes, it does. I have but little chance to think of aught else.” ‘*-You seem to have plenty of time to chin with utter strangers!” spoke up Giles Goff, who had been hauling over the goods before him. without the least idea of buying anything. ‘ it believe | was the first customer to be waited upon, Miss Fydell!” ‘* When Bice: have selected what you intend to urchase I will wait upon you,” Floy returned, aughtily, while her cheeks flushed crimson. Gun you find anything to suit you, sir?’—this to ick. ‘s. You may wrap me up this half-dozen handkerchiefs, and this half-dozen pair of hose, please,” Dick replied. ‘“ What will be the oer ‘‘The handkerchiefs will be six dollars and the hose three—nine dollars, all told. Will there be ee else?” : ‘“‘ Not to-night, I guess. Here is a ten-dollar bill. Never mind the change.” “Thank you, but I must insist on returning the change,” and she laid a silver dollar on the counter. ‘“ Of course you'll give back the sage cried Giles Goff, blustering up, ‘‘ and if the chap offers to insult inte again just let me know and Ili punch his head for him!” and the mayor’s son glared fiercely at the stranger. ‘* Excuse me, miss,” Dick said, apologetically, for I meant no insult, but conside the ar- ticles well worth ten dollars; hence my offer.” ‘You are perfectly excusable,” Floy returned. ‘*T did not deem the offer an insult or I should have told yon so, All I want, in my dealings, is a fair profit.” ‘ “Thank you. And as for you, sir?’ turning
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a +) unching heads, you’d better look sharp you Fon’t et your thick head punched. I’m not in the habit of. having outsiders meddling in my . affairs, much less a chap of your caliber!” ‘Indeed! You talk as though you were some- body. You vagabond! for a cen’t I'd flatten your nose all over your face!” Dick thrust bis hands into his pockets, ‘Well, here is a cent. Now, show us what you can do, sonny,” and he flipved the copper through the air so skillfully that it struck Gott upon the nose. With a howl the fellow sprung forward and aimed a savage blow at Dick, which was readily parried, while a counter stroke caught Goff be- — the eyes. He reeled backward and nearly ell. 5 By this time Floy Fydell had hastened from — the counter, and stepped between the \two. ‘*Gentlemen, you must not fight here,” she protested. _‘“‘My place bears a _ respectable mame, and I cannot afford to have it disgraced.” ‘“‘Nor shall it be,” Dick said, promptly. ‘I yam sorry I was forced to strike the fellow, in Aself-defense. I will not give him further chance ito pick a quarrel with me here,” and turning, he eft the store. — As he had expected, no attempt was made to follow him, for although he was notorious for §bluster, Giles was an arrant coward at heart. * Dick went to the Grand Pacific, where he had registered, and after obtaining his supper he took a seat upon the piazza to enjoy a cigar. The guests of the Grand Pacific were, if any- thing, a more select class than those of the Howling Hornet, which stood directly across the street, and, as we have said, catered to a rougher element. At night, life in Whiskyville was at its hight. The streets swarmed with people, the stores and saloons did a rushing trade, and the pulse of animation beat quick and strong everywhere where liquor or cards were at command. In the Howling Hornet gaming-saloon money changed hands every moment—the poor man and the rich alike courting the game of chance with avidity. The saloon and gaming department of ‘the Hornet was a large apartment, occupied in the front by the bar, and in the rear by the tables whereon the games of chance were played, The gaming department was in the charge of an expert gambler called Gila George, who, Dame Rumor said was engaged to Georgie Goff. Whether there was any truth in the report or not, probably no one knew, but at any rate such -was the gossip. Sitting on the piazza and watching the crowd that eddied in and out of the Hornet saloon, Dick came to the conclusion that the place must do a rushing business; but he had no inclination to visit it yet awhile, After finishing’a couple of cigars, and feeling fatigued, he sought his room and retired for the night. fie did not anticipate any hostile demonstra- tion against him immediately, and sono thought of danger disturbed his slumber during the first part of the night. Shortly after midnight, however, there was a knocking on his door, He instantly sat up in bed, ‘¢ Who's there?” he demanded. ‘It’s me, the proprietor!” was the reply. The aba ereme of the Grand Pacific, Joe Garry by name, was a genial young fellow, only slightly Dick’s senior, ‘“What do you want?” Dick demanded, suspi- cious that trouble was brewing. *‘ Open the door!” was the reply. ‘‘ ve some- important to tell you.” “* Are you.alone?” *“‘ There is one other person with me,” Who?” “Miss Fydell!” ‘ Dick reflected a moment, and then said: ** Wait until I dress.” “ Allright, Hurry up.” Dick accordingly sprung out of bed, lighted the lamp, and made a hasty toilet; then he un- locked the door and Garry and Floy Fydell en- tered the room, after which Dick closed the door and handed them chairs. “* Be seated,” he said, his face betraying the surprise he felt, \ ‘ “Thank you,” Garry replied. ‘I presume you are surprised at this late, or, more properly, this oo oe ee ‘Well, yes, I must admit that I am,” Dick eet good-naturedly. ‘For what reason am I thus honored?” Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. a — RS re nt eee to young Goff, ‘‘ when Pgs come to talk about ‘‘T will explain. This young lady is Miss Fy- dell, our local clothing merchant.” **I believe we have met once before,” and Dick gracefully acknowledged the introduction. ‘An! Just so, Well, about an hour ago, Miss Fydell came to me and made a somewhat start- ling revelation. From what she tells me, you register as Richard Bristol although you also answer to the name of Deadwood Dick?” “* Miss Fydell has not misinformed you,” Dick replied, coolly. ‘I am sometimes called Dead- wood Dick—or rather, Deadwood Dick, Junior, for the original Deadwood Dick, as you know, is dead.” ‘It appears that you lay claim to this pocket?” ‘Ido. Ihave the papers to prove that Iam the legal and only owner.” “You caused the destruction of the town por formerly occupied the site of the present one ‘Not directly. I placed my curse upon the town because I was sent to what seemed an al- most certain death by two of the stampeders, who were instrumental in depriving me of my rights and property. The night of the conflagra- tion, we had a free fight in the Cocktail Saloon, a lamp exploded, and the shebang took fire. A stiff wind was blowing, and the flames commu- nicated to other buildings, and ere day-dawn the place was in ruins. ‘Probably I should never have returned here only I learned that another camp had sprung up, and I had sworn bern no town way ee upon my property without my consent. e Government assigned me this tract of territory for special detective services, and it is mine, and I will fight for it to the bitter end!” and Dead- wood Dick looked as handsome as‘an Apollo as he stood with folded arms, his eyes sparkling with animation and resolution. i ‘““And, I understand,” continuea Fong & ‘“that you have come back here, with the avowed intention of breaking up this camp?” ‘That depends altogether on circumstances. I visited your local mayor, to-day, introduced myself, and notified him that I was the in- dividual owner of this pocket. I further noti- fied him that I intended to possess it, and that I gave him and the people of the camp to vacate the pocket before to-morrow’s sunset, and never to return, except at the peril of their lives, Also, that those who persisted in remaining, would become subjects of my vengeance!” ‘So I understand. And you mean what you said, I presume?” ‘ Without the shadow of a doubt. I am not the sort of a man who is given over to idle boasting. I have authorized your chief magis- trate to give timely warning to his people, If he neglects to do so, it is his fault, not mine!” ‘*Do you mean to say that you can fight a populace like this, single-handed?” ‘Yes, I will make this camp look sicker than it did before, unless this camp is vacated before to-morrow evening.” roe ns ge that includes the establishment of myself, and that of Miss Fydell?” “Not necessarily so. edict is more especially directed toward those who are en- gaged in robbing me of the mineral resources which are mine, I have no particular opposi- tion toward the other business interests, but the minerals in this pocket, are mine. I intend to rule here, as owner, and master, and control the mining interests. ‘“T have not yet issued my manifesto, but when [ do, those engaged in mining will under- stand that I am owner and master here, and they can either consider me so, and work for me, or, if they refuse, a reign of terror for them will follow, That’s all need be said on the ee | rth pee, og * Not quite, rry observed, ‘‘Perbaps you are not aware that you are in deadl peril?” ‘Well, no; I am not aware of anything of the kind,” “But, you are, nevertheless, Within an hour’s time, and no doubt in less than half that time, this hotel will be surrounded by a howl- ing mob, bent upon your destruction. yor Goff and Sheriff Le rhead have circu- lated the news of your arrival, together with your threat, and they, aided by the local Vigi- ance Committee have aroused the people, and everywhere the greatest excitement prevails, “Tt is know you are stopping here, and that you pro to remain here over night. If it were known that I had given you any warnin of what was going to harpen, they would ren im me limb from y “A mob is rapidly forming, and it is their intention to surround the hotel escape, and then capture and } cut off your ynch you. I knew nothing of this until informed by Miss Fydell, who chanced to overhear the plan, and asked i Rae Pio in your behalf!’ Dick flashed a grateful glance toward Floy, and said: ‘*This is an unexpected favor, Miss Fydell, I assure you, and y.ou have my sincere thanks for your interest in my behalf,” ‘“*I could not bear to see a gentleman like you become the victim of a howling mob, without giving you timely warning,” was Floy’s modest reply. f There's another thing against you, but which I do not believe, as I am assured by Miss Floy of its falsity. You see, Miss Fydell is a universal favorite in the camp, and there isn’t a man who doesn’t respect and admire her.” “*T’ve no doubt of that,” Dick observed. “ Of course not, But Giles Goff, the mayor's. son, has circulated the report about town that you entered her store during the evening, and, after making a purchase, grossly insulted her.” ‘** There’s not a word of truth init,” Floy spoke up, impulsively. ‘‘The gentleman did not in- sult me, but was insulted by Goff, and Goff was ee y knocked down, which served him right. ‘Miss Fydell’s testimony ought to be suffi- cient, eh?” Dick observed. “If I insulted the young lady, it was without any intention of doing so. I purchased a bill of goods of her for nine dollars, and giving her a ten-dollar note told her to keep the cliange—for I considered I was getting the goods cheap enough at ten. I see no insult about that.” - ~ “Nor I. But the crowd don’t view it in that light, and the vengeful feeling is running high, mark my word. It is furthermore believed thag es are a chap known as Red Rupert, who has n ves oman | numerous robberies in the camp, and upon the stage trail, and, one thing is certain—if the crowd gets hold of you, you’re » goner, as sure as B follows A. Your only hope is to make your escape at once,” Dick smiled, calmly. At the same time Floy Fydell sprung to her feet excitedly. “Tt is too late!” she cried, turning pale. ** Listen!” They did listen, and what they heard was not calculated to give them a feeling of comfort or confidence. Outside the hotel there had suddenly burst: upon the night air an ominous sound, which every second increased in significance and vol- ume—the yells, shrieks, groans and catcalls of an assembling mob. ‘They are surrounding the hotel!” Joe Garry. said, in a hushed voice. ‘* What is to be done?” ‘‘ There is but one thing,” Dick replied, ** Does Miss Fydell stop here?” “cc Yes,” “Then send her to herroom, You go down- stairs. If a demand is made for me, show ’en® to my room. They'll not find me. Keep ’em out of the hotel as long as possible!” CHAPTER IV. A DISGUISE THAT DIDN’T WORK, AccorpinG to the lodger’s directions Joe Garry and Floy Fydell immediately left the room, while Dick at once commenced to disguise himself, : Luckily he had brought his saddle-bags with him, to his room, and in them had several com- plete disguises—among others that of a down- east Yankee, , In five minutes time, he had so changed bis appearance that the shrewdest detective would not have recognized him. He looked a verita- ble Vermonter to perfection. : So far, so good; but—what was he to do with the saddle-bags? He cast about him for a place to secrete them all the while the riotous roar of the mob about: the hotel growing louder and louder, Something must be done, and that too, imme- diately. ‘4 was a fireplace in the room, and the Th Sough’ stmt slab which was its hearth, was easily pried up. On prying it up, he founda ty de ted his bags therein, and let the: k to its place. Tt was a safe cache, Dick then left and locked his room, and de- scended to the hotel office, where he found a number of the guests collected, who had been aroused by the racket of the riotous crowd out- side. Dick approached the office counter, behind which Joe Garry presided, and said, in an un- dertone: “T would like to get a different room for the
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. —e Nag eg * eall the sheriff, and then Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. | 5 ——— ne might. The one I had didn’t quite suit me. By the way, I believe I didn’t register.” Garry flashed him an inquiring glance, and then said, in a whisper: “Good! excellent! I'll give you 32, Please a sir.” ick did register, and the name he indited upon the book, was: ‘* PHILANDER FLUKE, + ‘* Brattleboro, Vt.” “Glad to meet you, Mr. Fluke,” Garry said, putting ous his band, after a glance at the signa- ture. ‘*Do you intend to stay long with us, sir? “ Waal, I can’t egzactly say as ter that, but mebbe Ill stay a few days. Ye see, I’m agent fer ther Sure-Cure Cae Medicine, an’ ef I kin find sale for et heer, 1 may tarry some time. Fer any one thet’s got a_cold,.cough, catarrh or cunsumption, the Sure Cure aire the best medi- eine on ther face of the ’arth. Say, yer don’t keep no good hum-made hard cider round these premises, do yer?” : ‘“ No, nothing but whisky and ale.” ‘‘Humph. Thunderin’ town this is! I say, what's ther mass-meetin’ outside, Republican or Democrat? Or is it election?” “T allow some one’s going to be elected!” Garry replied, dryly. ‘‘ Anything I can do for you, Mr. Goff?’ for the Mayor of Whiskyville had entered and stood beside the counter, dur- ing the conversation between Garry and Philan- der Fluke. ‘“ Yes, there is something you can do for me,” the mayor said, in an impressive tone.. ‘‘ You have a man registered here, I believe, who styles himself Deadwood Dick?” Rises 2h referred to the register and shook his ‘No one by that name,” he said. ‘Richard Bristol, then?” ‘Yes, there is such a party as that regis- tered.” «Ts be in his room?” Garry turned to the key-rack. **T think he is, unless he has gone out without Jeaving his key at the office.” ‘‘ Please see if he is in his room, and if so, tell him there is an old acquaintance here who wishes to see him.” Accordingly, Garry called a servant, gave him apass key, and the directions as suggested by the mayor. ; The servant, a Chinaman, soon returned, his peculiar visage wreathed with gracious smiles. “Me no tellee him,” he said. yoom. Been to bedee—gottee up an’ gonee out!” Graham Goff uttered an oath. “«T don’t believe this!” he cried. “ Wait till I you must show us throws the house, Garry! We want this fel- low. He’s an outlaw!” Certainly,” Garry replied, graciously. ““Any- thing to accommodate you, mayor,” Levi Loggerhead was called, and then the trio started on a trip through the hotel, Joe Garry in the lead. ; t Outside remained the mob, hooting and howl- ing like mad; but none of them ventured to enter the hotel, until they should receive orders from the mayor. As for Philander Fluke, he went over and sat down on one of the settees that ran along one side of the room. At his right sat a sprucely-dressed young fel- low, with a graceful mustache and an expres- sion and complexion singel feminine, as was, indeed, the contour of his figure, In his disguise of Philander Fluke, Dick paid littie or no attention to this stranger, until a soit, gloved Land was laid upon his, and a low voice said: , “I know you, Mr. Deadwood Dick, despite your disguise!” ‘ Naturally, the words, uttered in a low, sig- nificant tone, gave Dick a start and he turned and surveyed his accoster keenly. “Who im thunderation aire you, an’ what dye mean?” he demanded, still clinging to his ankee nasal twang. ‘Ob! you can’t pull wool over my eyes,” the other apa promptly. ‘‘I penetrated your disguise the moment you entered the office. You are the fellow, Deadwood Dick, what the mob is hhowlin’ for. As to who I am, that de nds, Under certain circumstances I am your friend; under others, I am your enemy. hich would you rather have?” i don’t, kaow pore I have any particular choice, sir!” was Dick’s undaunted reply. ‘I don’t know as I crave either.” ply. “Indeed? Strikes me you are mighty inde- pendent for one whose life is in jeopardy!” the * He nottee in ! dapper little stranger said, with a perceptible sneer, ‘Perhaps I am,” was Dick’s retort. “‘We people up in Vermont aire ginerally up to snuff, anyhow,” “ Let up on that Yankee bizness,” the other said, impatiently. ‘It won't work on me, for a cent, owre no more from Vermont than I am, Do you know thata word from me would place you at the mercy of the mob, outside!” “ Bah !” “JT mean what Isay; you are at my mercy and were I to point you out as being Deadwooc Dick, your life would not be worth a straw. The mob would overpower you, cool man and des- perate fighter though you are, and you would be dragged forth and strung up, without mercy = Dick knew there was truth in. this statement, and gave the dandy another searching glance. ‘* What is pe object in telling me all this?” he demanded. ‘¢T have an object, of course,” was the reply. ‘“‘T command a party of fellows called the Rangers, and have an opening for just such a chap as you are, to take active command, I want you to join me, and I will get you out of this scrape, and give you an opportunity to cor- rala pile of ‘money, besides commanding an in- vincible body of men, whom you can utilize to assist you in obtaining vengeance against this town!” ‘“‘ Ah!” Dick said, reflectively. ‘‘So you are Red Rupert, the road-agent, are you?” *T did not say anything of the kind, nor do I admit anything of the kind,” was the reply. ‘* All T have to say is this: If you will join my company of ranger’s, 1 will guarantee you a free-and-easy life, good profits, and the com- mand of as fine a body of men as ever sat a sad- 4 ee ee ed 7 be to attend to e stages, and see that they are properl worked = { ; nr ar ‘* You evidently take me for a road-agent.” ‘“ You have been one, if report be true!” ‘“‘ However that may be, | am not, now, and so cannot join your outlaws!” “You must join them!” ‘Indeed! You don’t say so! Why you as- tonish me. I was not aware that there was any- gre compulsory about the matter!” “But, you will find there is. If you refuse to become a member of my band, I wil betray you to the mob!” ‘Do it. I defy we: The people shall then know that Iam a U.S. Government detective, and that you are the burglar and stage-robber, Red Rupert. Go ahead, if you like. You will have to tackle some one else, if you want to — any one. I’m not on the frighten, my- ‘But, think! Death stares you in the face. Will you give up your life for sake of conscien- tious scruples altogether out of place here?” ‘Tf necessary, yes. Many’s the time I have met death, face to face, and I'm not afraid to meet it again. Go ahead and do your worst. Tm ae * $c a business.” You'd prefer my enmity to my frie i aerate y y y friendship, ** As I told you once before, I have no choice; I'd as lief have one as the other.” ‘‘Then it shall be my enmity, though I should prefer that we be on friendly terms, for I have taken a liking to you. However, if you refuse to become a member of my band I must be your enemy !” * As you like, I’mnotparticular!” was Dick’s ney. he dandy arose and sauntered to another oe of the room, from whence, when he thought e was unnoticed, he went up-stairs, CHAPTER V. LYNCHED, Dreapwoop Dick sat for some moments, in deliberation over what had just transpired. So, that is Red Rupert, eh?” he soliloquized, “Well, well! Rather a dainty imen of hu- manity, I should say, to be a road-agent. Rather a feminine-looking person, too. I am to consider Red Rupert my enemy, eh?—simply be- cause of my refusal to become a member of bis gang? Well, so be it. I had as lief fight all as one, Pretty Floyd Fydell, and the genial, whole- ih proprietor of this place alone shall es- Outside, the mob continued to howl and yell, and raise a perfect pandemonium. Up-stairs, the sheriff, the mayor, and Garry were making a tour of the various rooms. Down-stairs, Philander Fluke arose, and wan- dered about the office; bought a cigar, anda . ee a SS drink; at the office he once more tackled the sub-clerk, ‘“Why, howdy ye do, friend? Didn’t you uster belong up in Brattleboro’, Vermont? Seems to me I uster know yer?” “T think not. I never associated with any of your sort,” replied the astute Adonis of the bar, who had graduated at his profession, in an east- ern city. ‘‘ You’re off your base.” ‘Wal, now, lookee heer!” vociferated Philan- der, with evident rising dudgeon. ‘I want yer ter understand that my base aire as solid an’ firm as adamant, An’, ef ye don’t believe it, ye kin hev a sample of ther goods right away off, quick, and ye can bet ther’ ain’t no flies on me!” “You're a tramp! You're no good!” returned the bartender-clerk—for he officiated in both positions. ‘‘ You had better go soak your head and your feet, and then maybe you will know something.” “Both my feet and my head are well,” Dick replied, ‘‘ and if you have any doubts about the matter you are at liberty to investigate, provid. ing you can!” “Oh, chestnuts! You old Yankee tramp, if you give me any more of your guff I'll jump over the bar and paralyze you!” blustered the bartender. ‘Supposing you come now,” proposed Dick, and reaching quickly over the bar, he seized the dispenser under the arm-pits, lifted him bodily over the counter, and threw him sprawling on the floor. The excitement immediately became intense. Barber, the bartender, lay paralyzed on the floor—dazed, rather. The fall had knocked the breath and senses out of him. The few people who had congregated in the bar-room stood amazed at the sudden muscular exhibition of Philander Fluke, who, judging by his make-up, was not a man of any great phys- ical strength. As for Philander, he folded his arms calmly across his breast and took in the scene, a quiet smile resting upon his thoroughly Yankee coun- tenance, At this juncture, four persons came down the winding stairs that led to the bar-rocm floor. They were Mayor Goff, Sheriff Loggerhead, Jce Garry and the dandy who had made the pro- posals to Deadwood Dick. As soon as they reached the foot of the stairs, the latter pointed his finger toward the pseudo- Yankee, and cried out: “That’s the man—that is Deadwood Dickt Seize him!” Instantly a scene of wildest confusion ensued. Levi Loggerhead rushed forward with the evi- dent intention of grappling with his man, but before he had taken half a dozen leaps one of Dick’s revolvers flashed, and Whisky ville’s sher- iff. fell groveling in the dust that covered the bar-room floor. In the mean time, Mayor Goff had opened the door and given the signal for the mob to come to the rescue. Then followed such a scene as no pen can ace- quately describe, Pistol-shots, the clash of knives, the groans of the wounded and dyin and the curses of those engaged in combat— blended with the screeching mob who held high carnival without. For a few minutes this indiscriminate melee continued; then, of a sudden, it stopped. Carrying between them an apparently inani- mate body, a dozen men filed out of the saloon into the pocket, into which the moon threw down a most effulgent light—a light that made the procession look weird and spectral. The man carried between these dozen, was no other than Deadwood Dick, Jr. The disguise had been torn from his face, and he was recognized by more than one who had seen the face before, undisguised. Insensible, bleeding from a dozen wounds, and werless, the Detective Prince of the West was rne along, until a large tree with strong and out-reaching branches was found, the largest of the few in the pocket. Here he was laid upon the ground, and the curious mob surrounded bim. A ruffian was dispatched for a lariat and soom returned with one, which was long enough and strong enough to bang a dozen men. A noose was made, and shirred about Dead- wood Dick’s neck, then the other end was thrown over a stout branch of the tree, and seized by eager hands. By this time Dick Bristol’ had recovered his senses, and was lifted to his feet. His hands were bound behind his back and he was powerless. Blood dripped from his wounds, and Ye waa rather a ghastly looking spectacle. ; UNA
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6 As soon as he was well balanced on his feet he omin Goff stepped forward, and addressed im: ‘‘ Richard Bristol!” he said, in an impressive tone, ‘are you aware of what is about to hap- **T presume I might be able to form an opin- ‘jon!” was the reply. ‘‘ Looks rather like a lynch picnic.” ‘‘You are right. You are about to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. You came to our town with the avowed intention of destroy- ing both it and its people, and as we can not tolerate such a murderous design, we have con- cluded to take the law into our own hands, and make a summary dis lof you. In doing this we shall be committing no crime, but are sim- ply protecting the interests of the people. Have you anything to say, before you are lynched?” ‘““Nothing more than that even though you hang me, I shall return to life, to wreak ven- eance upon you,” was the unflinching answer. ‘I am the owner of these diggings, and no man engaged in mining, or in any way connected with mining, shall ever Pare here!” The mayor smiled, and turned to the sheriff. **Do your duty, Loggerhead!” he ordered. *‘ Ready! boys!” directed the sheriff. ‘‘ One! two! three! Pull!” The men who manned the rope, did pull, and Deadwood Dick Junior was drawn into mid-air, = the lariat fastened about the trunk of the ree. Then, as the body swayed to and fro, in the moonlight, the crowd turned away, and struck a bee-line for the nearest saloons, to ‘‘ liquor up” in celebration of the first lynching bee the camp had ever known. CHAPTER VII. THE MIDNIGHT MAIL ROBBER, W« pass over a week’s time ere we once more look down into Whiskyville. The place seems to be enjoying the even tenor of its existence, and we mark no notable changes, except that the camp has considerably increased in size and importance, and the bustle on the main street somewhat suggestive of a holiday. - Teams, attached to dum , pass to and fro across the gulch, from the mouth of the Majestic Mine to the stamp-mill, hauling ore, where all day long the grinding of ponderous machinery creates a monotonous roar, as it separates golden wealth from worthless rock, A few p claims are being worked on the pocket bottom, and a second shaft is being con- structed, but in the former instance no consid- erable gold is bare washed out. The Majestic is the mine of the pocket, and a t source of profit to its owner, Graham ff, and giving employment to upwardof three hundred men. With increasing rotundity and increasing riches, the mayor sits in his office and gathers in the wealth, both mineral and manufactured, with a benign smile of satisfaction upon his florid countenance. “What care I for the troubles of others, as long as I am feathering my nest?” hesays. ** bm doing well, and it’s always well to let well enough alone.” It is dark when we once more visit the town. All the business places are closed, except the hotels and saloons, whose constant custom de- mand that they keep open all night. The post-office, a new structure, was closed to the public, but in the little apartment back of the tiers of pigeon-holes, adim light was burn- ing, and a man was busily engaged in sorting a pile of letters, That he was not the postmaster or an em- ployee of the post-office was evidenced by the act that he was ph in a heavy, dark cloak, and wore a dark mask over the upper ont oes ry his face, and a slouch sombrero upon ea He was a well-built person, and wore a brown mustache, which drooped below the lower part of his mask, He seemed very eager as he examined letter after letter, and occasional] y he glanced anxious- ly around him, asif fearful that his presence in the office would be discovered. At last he seized a letter, at sight of the super- scription on which he uttered a low cry of ex- tation. “T thought I’d find something of the sort,” he muttered. ‘‘ The factthat Jerry Justice has not visited the clothing store for several days has by no means disarmed my suspicions, They have been in secret correspondence all the time.” The letter he held in his hand was addressed ina round, gracetul hand to— Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. ‘** Miss Floy Fydell.” The masked burglar, as the reader may have observed, was none other than the mayor’s son, Giles Goff, Seating himself at the table, he drew the light closer toward him, and opened the envelope, The letter which he read ran as follows: * Dearest Fioy:—I write you to-night instead of coming to see you personally, as I shall be detained at the mine until long after you will be inbed. Why I write you, is as follows: “You will remember I told you that I would en- deavor to find out whether your father, on his death in Chicago, left you any money. “7 wrote to a friend in Chicago, and_ told him to institute careful inquiries. ye friend, Mr. Seigel, is a very wealthy and influential lawyer, and it appears that he and your father, Philip Fydell, were inti- mate friends and boon companions. “When Philip 'ydell died, he left behind a fortune of ten thousand. dollars, which was willed to you. and given into the charge of Seigel, who was to look you up. ‘“Before he got the chance, however, he was taken violently ill, and confined to his room until quite recently. He informs me, however, that he will start at once for this place, an: bring the money with him, so you will see that, after all, you are in luck; so accept the congratulations of your own true lover, JERKY J.STICE.” “Pp. §.—The engagement ring I promi-ed you, I send you to-night by a messenger, preferring not to trust in this letter. It isnot a millionaire’s gift, but is rather pretty, and I trust you will poorer: it asa token not only of our betrothal, but of the great love I bear for you. Ever your own, “ Jerry.” Giles Goff gnashed his teeth with rage, as he finished reading this letter, and he grasped it between his two hands as if he intended to tear it into shreds, but, upon second thought he fold- ed it, and thrust it into his ket. ‘¢ Curses seize the two fools!” he gritted. ‘* So they’re engaged, are they, and Floy Fydell is about to come intoa fortune? Hum! hum! this is news, and there is work forme, Jerry Jus- tice, you shall never marry that girl, and once more I swear it, as I have done frequently be- fore. You are in my way, and must get out of it, or be got out of it, and that right away! And this Seigel | He must be met, ere he reaches this town, and relieved of that ten thousand. ‘‘Let me see if there are any more letters of interest to me.” He examined the rest of the mail, which had been received too late for delivery that night, and finally selected and opened a particular one. It was addressed to ‘‘The Sheriff, Whisky- ville, Ari.” The epistle, which was written in a straggling business hand, was as follows: ‘*SHerirFe OF WHISKYVILLE, ARI.:— ‘*Srr:—I have been led to believe that there is a man in your vicinity, engaged in some sort of min- ing business, by the name of Graham Goff, who, three years ago, committed a daring forgery, in Cleveland, and skipped for the West, He was a short, thick-set man, with a fat face, (when last seen he was smoothly shaven) with brown eyes and hair, He has on his neck, back of the ear, a wart, and his nose is rather flat and sie: “Tf you can give me any information in regard to the above described party, it will be made worth your while to do so, Respectfully. * J, R. SveBBins, Detective, ‘Chicago, Til.” Giles Goff gave vent to a prolonged whistle of astonishment, as he read this. " be dad!” he ejaculated, ‘‘ and he a for- ger? ell, by all that’s wonderful! That takes my time! I never heard of it because I and Georgie, were in the South, at the time, I often wondered, however, where the old gent got his boodle.” He read the letter over again, and scratched his head. ‘Tt was a lucky day, or rather a lucky night, when I opened this letter,” he said, half aloud— ‘a lucky night, indeed, for it gives me the pull on the guv‘nor. Ihave now got him where I want him, I’ve got him right where 1 can twist him around my finger, at will. A forger, eh, and a fugitive from justice? By Jove, the sly old snoozer has been mlenty careful about not giving away his secret, But, I’ll work him, now that I’ve got hold of his secret, I’ve been jong- ing to get a whack at him, and now, my dutiful dad, I’ve pot it, you bet! I'll make you shell out your fast-accumulating shekels, and _ besides that, I'll guarantee you'll discbarge Jerry{Justice, which i. have hitherto refused todo, Ah! but it will be sweet revenge to see my rival ousted from his position as superintendent of the Ma- jestic Mine, I'll show him my power, now, and make him a beggar, as sure as my name is Giles Goff!” and the young villain chuckled at his an- ticipated triumph. Thrusting the letter in his pocket, along with - | sorry the spiritual form far easier of the other one, he left the post-office by the rear and locked the door after him, being possessed of a duplicate key. : The next morning, bright and early, he paid a visit to Floy Fydell’s store, attired with elabo- rate taste, and looking in excellent spirits, Floy hed opened up only a short time before, and was engaged in dusting off the counters. *¢Good-morning, Miss dell!” Goff saluted, in his pleasantest way. ‘* You are up and at- tending to business quite early, I observe.” _ “Oh! no earlier than usual,” Floy replied scarcely glancing at bim. ““T hear you are in good-luck!” Goff went on. “Good luck? I do not understand you, sir.” “No? Why, is .that possible? ou surely must have heard about it.” ‘* Heard about what?” “Why, the fortune that’s been left you.” “T know nothing about any fortune.” ‘*‘-You don’t say so! Why, that rascal hasn’t told you, then. it's all over town, Justice was. up at the Hornet, last night, a-setting up the drinks for the house, and belting the crowd as how a fortune of ten thousand dollars had been left you, and as how he was engaged to be mar- ried to you, and making bis brags of the pros- pects he had for the future. Ths whisky flowed freely, and Justice got so beastly full, that he couldn’t go to work to-day, and the guv’nor is oing to discharge him and put me in his place. ye you mean to say the fellow has told you nothing about the fortune?” ; “ Mr, Justice has told me nothing of the sort,” Floy replied coldly, ‘‘ nor do 1 put any faith ina word you have uttered.” “ Why, Miss Fydell! You dome a great injus- tice, Lassure you. You have but to ask any one at the hotel last night, to prove the correctness of what I have.told you. And is it really true you are en 3 to that miserable fellow—you, so fair and autiful, and the heart’s idol of every man in the camp? Oh! tell me it is not true!” “It is quite true, that I am engaged to be married to Mr. Justice,” Floy replied, holding up her engagement-finger and exhibiting a hand- some band of purest gold. t Goff bent forward to get a better view of it. “ Great Scott!” he ejaculated. ‘‘Sure’s I’m a live man, it’s the very ring he gave my sister when engaged to her!” “Mr, Justice was never betrothed to your sister, sir!” Floy replied, indignantly. sae Why, to be sure he was, before ever you came to this camp. When he saw you, he broke off the engagement, and sis returned him that ring! “Tt’s false!” Floy cried, stamping her foot. ‘*T do not believe a word of it, nor of anything you have said derogatory to Mr. Justice. Your presence is an intrusion, sir. Leave my store!” ‘“‘ You order me out, eh?” and Goff turned pale with anger. “ Yes, | order you out. Go!” ““T will go; but, mind you, you have not heard the last of me, Jerry Justice will be discharged to-day, and you can tell him I was the cause of it. And, as for you. my fine young filly, I’m not done with you. Tl humble you, break your proud spirit, and force you to marry me or I'll die in the attempt!” And with these words, the mayor’s son strode from the store, followed by intense words of scorn from the lips of Floy Fydell. CHAPTER VIII. RETURNED TO EARTH AND A SON’S VILLAINY, ABOUT noon that day, Whisky was treated to a brand new sensation, and a by no means ordinary one, at that, Discovery was made, that tacked upon one side of the Howling Hornet Hotel, was a two- sheet poster, containing @ startling proclama- tion, the lettering neatly executed with a pencil brush and red ink. Who had posted the bulletin was a mystery. to all, for swarms of people had been passing there constantly, and any one posting the bill, it would seem, posal naturally have been per- ceived by the passers-by. Tho bexis the strange bulletin had made its appearance on the side of the hotel, not unlike magic was the thrill that attacked those who read the placard, which was as follows: ; * PROCLAMATION} “To THe UsuRPING VILLAINS OF WHISKYVILLE:— ** BeLoveD EARTHLY BRETHREN :— “This is to apprise you, that according to a mise I made you a week ago,1 have returned rom the other world, to carry out my oath of ven- geance against you and yours, to the letter. Thad a fine time during my absence, and really was not rry I left my anatomical being behind, as_I find locomotion, During
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my absence I was made an honorary member of Beelzebub’s fire-department, and as he wants more men, [ have come back, as recruiting officer. ‘“‘) shall make my selections from this camp, and select a “eo of recruits rapidly, as the fires, over the other side, are getting low. So look out for me, und beware of fatai footprints, as, no matter in what locality they may be found, they signify death and disaster! The first man will be your worthy sheriff. You need not waste your time looking for me, for Iam as ethereal as air, and twice as swift. Beware! , Signed, *“Dreapwoop Dtok, Junror.”’ Crowds of astonished and wondering men and women read this ominous manifesto, nor did these crowds abate, untill nearly every person in the camp had scauned it. Sheriff Levi Loggerhead was among the last to view it, and when he read its allusion to him, ne uttered a string of oaths, and tore the paper own, Consternation at once seized many of the peo- ple who had seen Dick Bristol lynched and left for dead before their very eyes, and some of the more su titious began to pack up their few effects, preparatory to leaving the camp. A general feeling of uneasiness and apprehen- sion appeared to prevail, and the streets were filled with knots of people who eagerly discussed the affair. In the mean time, Graham Goff sat in his office, and looked decidedly in an unpleasant frame of mind. He too bad read the bulletin, and the effect on him had been depressing. ‘‘Curse the luck!” he growled. ‘I don’t know what to make of it. Of course there is no such a thing as departed spirits coming back to earth—any foul knows that. And yet, I could swear he was dead, when we left him, for he ave but few Struggles, and then, was silent. Perhaps he wasn’t dead, however, for his body, it was discovered, the morning after the lynch- ing, had mysteriously disappeared. I'd give a deal to know the truth about the matter, for it is creating a devil of a racket, around town. Ah!” This exclamation was uttered as Giles Goff, his son, sauntered leisurely into the office. ‘‘Good-mornin’, dad!” the dutiful offspring saluted, dropping into a chair. ‘*Good-morning!” the mayor responded stiffly. ““ What do you want?” — “Oh! I just dropped in on a little matter of business,” Giles replied. “ Business!” repeated the other, ‘‘I have no business relations with you, sir!” ‘*T am aware that we have not transacted much business, but the future holds out some brighter rospects, You ain’t lookin’ the best sorts to- e , old man. What’s gone wrong? Got a twinge of the gout, or are you frettin’ over that proclamation of Deadwood Dick’s? Pshaw! I wouldn’t let that bother me. It’s none ne than a hoax some wag has got up. des, there is more serious trouble brewing, to oc- eg? ory consideration.” “What do you mean, sir?’ the mayor de- manded quickly. ‘Oh! concerning that little Cleveland mat- ter, a couple of years ago!” Giles coolly replied, as he lit a cigarette, ‘““What Cleveland matter?” thundered the elder Goff, growing apoplectic in color, *‘ Speak up, condemn you! “ Why, about that for ery, you know!” Giles said, insintatingly. ‘‘Oh! you're a sly old fox, ey and youve ro rie well, but the cat’s out 0 e 9» & sure ; Here’s a copy of a sealed letter I found ag ffice, last evening. It may serve to en- ighten you, somewhat. I have kept the origi- nal, for future reference. "- The elder Goff read over the letter, and then, swore roundly. 5 “Well, what is it?” his son pleasantly inquired. “What is it? Why, curse it, the devil’s to pay. I thought that matter had blown over, and had been forgotten, long ago. “Such matters don't usually blow over so easily,” young Giles logically observed. ‘So you did commit a heavy forgery, eh?” . “Oh! of course not—you fool. Another man’s crime was palmed off on me, and I had to skip out, to save going to prison. And now, ita , they are still hounding after me.” ‘Yes, and ten to one they'll nab you unless something is done, at once!” 3 “What can be done? I am tied up here, in business, and cannot get away!” ** Of course not. t you want is some one to help you out of this scrape!” Who?” * Oh, ad one of about my Adonis-like ap- ‘Bah! You’re no good!” ‘That depends largely upon circumstances, my royal dad. I canbe as good and seraphic as | a six-winged angel, or as bad as ever Satan was ! painted.” ‘* You mean that for.an insinuation?” “Something of the sort, I dare say. You see, you and IJ are the only essors of the secret in | this camp. If I felt disposed, I could turnimy letter over to Loggerhead; he would communi- cate with Chicago, and almost before you real- ized what happened, you’d be wearing a striped suit. ‘On the other I could write to this detective under some fictitious name, representing myself to be sheriff, and inform this worthy Chicagcan that no person answering to your name and de- scription was to be found in this or surrounding camps. This would be all that would be re- quired, and you would be safe and secure.” ; ‘Then go ahead at once. No time must be lost. ‘Tam ready at once. But we haven’t talked over terms yet,” “Terms? “ Exactly.” ‘What terms?” “Why, terms of remuneration for my ser- vices. I cannot help you out of this scrape without you pay me well for doing it—oh, no! not by a jugful!’ ‘“What! not even to save me, your father, from going to prison?” ‘*Nary time! You've never been any great shakes of a parent to me anyhow, and but for iny luck at the card-table, and sundry loans of money from Georgia, I should have been in the poorhouse jong. ago. So, in dealing with you, I must deal with you the same as I would with a stranger.” The old man frowned at this, and bit his li with vexation. He saw that his parsimony with his children had not been forgotten, and that he was now getting paid back in his own coin. “Well, how much do you want?” he de- manded, after a couple of minutes’ reflection, which convinced him that he was completely in his son’s power. “T want two things,” Giles replied. ‘‘In the first place, I want Justice at once discharged from his position as superintendent of the Ma- pestle Mine, and myself installed in his place. econdly, I want twenty thousand dollars in spot cash, Come to these terms and I guarantee to throw the detectives so far off track that you will never be bothered by them.” * And, if I refuse? hat then?” ‘* Well, then, matters would be considerably different, and I should feel constrained to make you trouble, I should send for the detective, and have you arrested. You would be tried and sent to prison for not less than ten years, which would see you an old man when you got out, “The victims of your forgery would bring suit against ro estate, to recover what they had been robbed of—and, a know how law- suits go. Everything would be swept away and when ae got out of prison you would find yourself old, broken-down in health, penniless, and without friends or a home. Your only refuge, then, would be the poorhouse, where vermin most do congregate, and there you would live and die a pauper and be aise in the pot- ene How like you the prospectus, old an The Mayor of Whiskyville shuddered. The picture was certainly not particularly attrac- ive. “* Giles Goff! you are a consummate villain!” he groaned. ‘Graham Goff! I am simply a chip of the old block!” Giles responded. ‘* The old cock crows; the young ove learns! But, what do you say? Are we to come to terms or not?” ““T don’t know. I must have time to think.” * How long do you want? Jerry Justice must be discharged at once.” ‘ “Why do you so persistently insist upon his discharge? He is a good man and in the right lace! Pp Bah! he’s a low-lived whelp. I hate him, and then, too, he stands between me and the girl I intend to make my wife!” “Who is she?” “ Ploy Fydell!” * Bah! she’s not for you. When ycu marry, wed a rich gurl, instead of a pauper!” “ She’s no gar. She’s got ten thousand dollars coming to her in a few days.” -“*The deuce you say! Well, that ain’t bad. T’ve had sort of ‘a notion to set my cap for her. But, to change the subject: in case I was to come to your terms, what surety have I that lta cemnensnee Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. 7 you would carry out your part of the agree ment?” The word ‘* My word of ‘honor as a gambler. of ee of a gambler is as sacred as the Gos- ‘“‘Humph! Well, call around this afternoon and you shall have the money.” ‘** How about Justice?” aa | will discharge him to-night, when he quits work. ‘All right! We'll consider it a bargain. I, will write to the Chicago detective, at once, and send the letter off on the evening stage.” Tater in the day Giles Goff received the twen- ty thousand, and soon after wasseated at a faro- table, engaged in ** bucking the tiger.” But, it chanced that he played against an Eastern man who knew a thing or so about the ‘“‘animal” himself, and at sunset young Goff arose from the table without a red cent in bis pocket. CHAPTER IX, JERRY’S DISCHARGE, Tuer Majestic Mine employed two sets of men; one gang by day, and the other by night, the former gang going on at seven and coming off at six, and vice versa with Gang 2. Jerry Justice, general superintendent, over- saw the day work, while an old miner, named Hale, acted in a like capacity by night; conse- quently, when bis men left the mine, at six P. M., it was customary for Justice to accompany them, and to-night was no exception to the rule. Jerry was a prime favorite among the men whom he controlled, and never bad the least trouble in managing them, or in getting good value out of their labor. He was a stalwart, strong-limbed, handsome fellow, this mine superintendent, some four-and- twenty years of age, with clearly chiseled, Apol- lo-like features, brilliant black eyes, curling hair of a like color, and a wavy brown mustache which became him eens: His was a face habitually cheerful and pleas- ant of expression, but could be stern, and be- tokened great resolution and firmness of charac- ter. He was just such a man as ’most any one must. admire at sight, and little the wonder, there- fore, that Tay Fie had fallen in love with him, and promised to become his wife as soon as he had amassed eneugh money to provide them a home. When Jerry left the mine, that night, along with the other subterranean toilers, he was in- tercepted by a small boy, who extended to him a scrap of paper. Upon it was written: ‘‘Jerry Justice:—Be kind enough to call at my office at once. GranaM GOFF.” “‘Short and sweet!” Jerry commented. ‘“T wonder what the old'man wants?” With little idea of the surprise that awaited him, the stalwart superintendent strode briskly away, and soon entered the mayor’s office. Graham Goff sat at a table, engaged in count- ing over some money, and scarcely looked up, at the superintenent’s entrance. ‘Did you send for me, Mr. Goff?” Justice ask- ed, taking a chair. ‘Yes, [sent for you!” was the gruff answer. “How much do I owe you, Justice?” ‘*T believe two months’ salary are due me, but I am in no particular hurry for it, as [ have plenty for my immediate needs.” ‘*T prefer to pay younow. Hundred and fifty dollars, isn’t it?” ‘*T believe so.” ‘“‘ Weil, here it is. Justice, port for duty in the morning. your services any longer.” “Shall not need me any longer? Why not, sir? What have I done to deserve this sudden and unexpected dismissal?” ‘“Oh, nothing in particular, more than that I wish to reduce wages, and my son stands ready for half the price I pay you, Then, too, 1 hear you and I are rivals for the hand of Floy Fydel?, and [ don’t tolerate any meddling in my love af- fairs. If you will promise to leave town at once, and for good, I’ll make you a present of another cool hundred.” **T hope you do not take me for such a con- summate idiot as that amounts to!” Jerry cried, flushing with anger. ‘I suppose you have the power and a perfect right to discharge me, if it suits your notion, but, so far as your trying to get me out of the camp is concerned, that is ut- terly preposterous. I haven't the slightest idea of leaving the place, and you need not cherish any hope of winning Miss Fydell, for she is ab ready engaged to me,” ‘ou need not re- shall not need
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8 ° “Oh! she is?” “ Bxactly.” “But how do you expect to support a wife a work?—or do you expect her to support ou me By no means. I have asnug little sum saved up, and besides, I shall not be long out of em- Pp oyment.” ‘C-You will find out differently. If you persist in remaining here, Pll use all my influence to prevent you from getting a job, and besides, will have you locked up on a charge which I can make,” “Try it, and see how it will turn out!” Jerry said, as he arose to depart. ‘‘ You'll find you are bucking against the wrong man when you buck against me. Henceforth I shall look upon you as an enemy, and you need not regard me asafriend. Good-day!” ‘Hold on! Will a thousand dollars tempt you to leave town?” ‘No, nor all the thousands you possess!” Jer- ry retorted. ‘I’m not the sort of a hairpin that can either be bought or sold, as you'll soon un- derstand!” “We'll see about that!” the mayor declared, Sercely. ‘If you can’t be induced in any way, Tl have you driven out!” Jerry made no reply, except to laugh defiant- ly as he left the office. He made his way immediately to the clothing store of Floy Fydell, and entered. There were no customers in the store, and the fair proprietress was perched upon one end of a counter, engaged in the perusal of a novel, mak- ing a decidedly attractive picture, too. ‘My darling Floy!” Jerry said, advancing to- ward her, ‘‘ how glad I am to see you!” “Stop!” she said, motioning him off. ** Don’t be quite so familiar, please.” Jerry paused in blank amazement. “Why, Floy, what do you mean?” he ejacu- lated, “ What have I done to merit this recep- tion? Did you not get the ring?” “Yes, I got the ring.” “ And the letter?” ‘*T received no letter.” “No? Why, L sent one to the post-office, yes- terday, because I couldn’t come and see you.” ‘*T called at the office, sir, but there was no mail for me.” “Strange! very strange! But, Floy, why do you speak so coldly to me?” ‘Because I have cause, The Nite A ried on at the Hornet Hotel last nigh ly disgraceful, and Tam disgusted.” “Ploy! Floy! What do you mean? T wasn’t at the Howling Hornet Hotel last night, nor have I been there for several days. For Heaven's sake explain, for I cannot understand what you are driving at.” ‘Oh, I presume not! You are very innocent. So, to enlighten you, I will tell you why I feel disgraced and insulted. ‘Last night, having previously received word that a fortune had been left me, you went to the hotel and had a jollification. ou treated the crowd repeatedly, and whisky flowed like water. Between your cups you told the crowd that I had inherited a fortune, and that you were going to marry me, and made your brags of the fine times you were going to have a ter we were married. Finally Pg got so beastly drunk that he couldn’t attend to business to-day, and Gra- am Goff has threatened to discharge you. Now, don’t orphan girl, defend me, duct?” ‘ * Jerry stood staring at her, like one thunder- struck, “Yes,” he said, slowly, “‘you would have grave cause to feel grossly in ted if there was a word of truth in what you have told me. But, by the great God in heaven, I swear that I was not near the hotel last night. I was at the Majestic Mine from early in the morning until near daybreak this morning, repairing a break in the hoisting machinery. The report that I was at the Hornet, and drunk, is an infamous, a damnable lie!” “ Well, I hope ‘it is,” Floy said, brightening up. ‘I haven't placed entire confidence in the story, but conelnded to put you to the test, But, tell me, is there any truth that a fortune has been left me?” “Yes, When your father died, he left you ten thousand dollars, and: the executor of his will is now on his way here with your money. you car- was high- you think that I, a respectable with naught but my good name to should feel insulted at such con- - It was to inform you of this that I sent you the which you say you did not receive.” letter. oN Who took the letter?” or did I, ‘Schroeder, my timekeeper.” ““ Why did he not bring it direct here?” — Deadwood Dick’s Deliv ‘‘ Because he was late to catch the stage for Four Forks, and had not the time to run down here, Sol told him to drop the letter in the post-office.” ‘Had you told any one about the fortune?” ** Not a soul.” ‘‘ Then where could my informant have gained his information?” ‘Blamed if I know, unless, perchance, he broke into the post-office and obtained the letter there.” “Maybe that is the correct theory. I don’t think he is any too good to do such a thing.” ‘Then I surmise | know who your informant 2 : ; Wihar hd said, grimly, “ That low-lived mongrel-cur Giles Goff.” ‘You are right, He came early in the morn- ing and told me in substance what I have told you, I didn’t believe him and told him so, and ordered him to leave the store. He flew into a rage then, and said that you would be discharged to-day, and told me to tell you that he was the direct cause of it.” Jerry’s face grew stern with anger. ‘(Curse the fellow! No doubt he spoke the truth, But, wait! Iam not done with these Goffs, yet, by a long shot, I know a trick worth two of theirs.” ‘But, Jerry, you haven’t really been dis- We ” : ; es. got my walking papers to-night from old man Goff!” pits aia ‘Oh! isn’t that too bad! I am so sorry!” ‘Pshaw! don’t mention it. I don’t mind ita bit! TI soon havea job again. But, I intend to teach this Giles Goff a lesson he'll never for- get, and that, too, before another sun rises. TI ljearn him to circulate lies about me, the hound. But, let that drop. You got the ring all right, dearest?” ‘““Yes, See I have it on my finger. proud of it, until—until—” “Until what?” “Until that Giles Goff said it was once his sister’s engagement ring, and that you gave it to her, but after I came, the engagement was broken, and the ring returned.” Jerry’s face clouded dark with anger. “ Another of that infernal whelp’s lies!” he gritted. ‘‘I was never betrothed to any woman until I was betrothed to you. ‘But, I mustn’t tarry here. I'll hunt up this villain, and choke his lying words down his throat.” “Oh! Jerry, you will get hurt!” Jerry smiled, -“ Pi take the chances on that!” he replied. “‘T am not a man who is easily hurt. So good- by now, and when you see a chap crawlin, along the street, who looks as if he had pas through a thrashing machine, you can safely nar that that chappy is what was once Giles And kissing his affianced, Justice left, a reso- lute gleam in his eyes. ' CHAPTER X. A NIGHT OF MYSTERY. Tuat afternoon, by the incoming stage from Four Forks, a rather queer character arrived in Whiskyville. She was bump-backed, gray-haired, and evi- dently an old woman, although the freshness of her face, and the lack of the wrinkles of old age contrasted strangely with her straggling hair and infirm walk, Her eyes were guarded by green goggles, and, although it was warm var er hands were incased in woolen mit- ns. Her attire consisted of an old calico dress, which was remarkable for the rents in it, through which glimpses could be caught of a red flannel petticoat. Her feet were incased in coarse, heavy shoes, and none too cleanly-look- ing stockings; a bit of a red plaid shawl was pinned about her shoulders, while upon her head she wore one of those huge, sky-scraper poke- bonnets so much in vogue a couple of genera- tions ago, this particular piece of ‘head-gear In question bemg gorgeously decorated with red and yellow ribbons and rosettes. In one hand she carried a heavy, cane, which aided her to hobble along. In the other hand she carried a sachel of the he style, which appeared to be well-filled and eavy. ‘ An odd-looking old creature she was, especial- ly for a place like Whiskyville, and of course she at once attracted considerable attention, — I was so crook-top Her first move, after leaving the stage, was to |. enter the bar of the Howling Hornet and call for whisky. . A bottle and glass were set before her, and she erance, turned out a by no means small “horn,” and gul it down with the gusto of a dry miner. hen she drew from her pocket a small salt- bag, from which she extracted a handful of guld coin, and, out of it, paid for the drink. Later on she was seen upon the street, engag- ed peddling. Her stock-in-trade consisted of a fair quality of playing-cards, at fifty cents per pack, In any store or saloon in the camp an inferior quality could not be obtained for less than one dollar, and from that up.” As nine-tenths of the men in every mining- camp play cards either for gain or for amuse- ment, the bargains the old woman was offerin were regarded as something extraordinary, and her purchasers were numerous. She had no dif- ficulty in disposing of her sachelful in_ short or- der; then she disappeared within the Grand Pa- cific Hotel, where she had taken a room. About sunset, when the miners came tramp-~ ing home from work, she was once more out in the middle of the street between the two hotels, disposing of her specialty to a crowd of cus- tomers. Instead of the sachel, however, she now sold from a huge packing-trunk, which had arrived with her on the stage. From this trunk she pro- duced numberless packs of cards, and pocketed the money as fast as her mittened hands could work. ; It was interesting to watch her, and also to see the avidity with which miners and citizens bit at the offered bait. A card, attached to a four-foot stick planted in the ground atone end of the trunk, announced that the busy street-merchant was “Miss MEHETIBLE MUGGINS, “ Dealer in Playing-Cards, “ Cincinnati, O.” But whether Mehetible really came from Cin- cinnati, or New Zealand, she was raking in the cash in the most approved manner. It was while doing the liveliest trade of the evening that the sheriff, Levi Loggerhead, came swaggering along, He had been boozing pretty liberally, and with him, “bng-juice” bad the bad effect of putting him in anything but a good humor, ‘As soon as he saw Mehetible and the lively trade she was driving, a wicked gleam entered his eyes. He strode up to her and clapped his hand heavily upon her shoulder. “‘Tookee hyer, old woman! Who are you, and what are ye doin’ here?” he cried, gruffly. “Sure un’ can’t yez say?’ was the reply. “ Beyant is me card, so it is, an’ av yez kin rade, ye kin foind out all about it!” Loggerhead took-a squint at the card in ques- tion, and uttered a grunt of disapproval, ‘That's a deuce of a name!” he growled; “et’s enuff ter stop er lokermotive. Say, now, lookee heer, old wonian, hey ye got er license fer ped- dlin’ on ther public street?” ‘Phat is that?” - “T say, bave yer got a license—a permit from the mayor—to sell goods upon this public boule- varde?” : “ Paith, an’ I have none at all! An’ who the his fullest bight of official importance. _ “Get off the street, is it?” and Mehetible struck “ Yes, git off ther street!” he repeated, loftily, ively about it, too!” “Shure, an’ I won’t, at all! ible declared. the matter, onnyhow?” “ PI] soon show you! Come, shut up shop an’ vamose, or I'll puli you in!” : “Pull me in, will yez? Well, now, ye’d bet- ther not be thryin it, if yez don’t want a ¢rack on yer pate! It’s a Tipperary lass I am, from Cincinnatty, an’ divila bit afraid amI av any polaceman, big or little!” And from some part of her clothing, Meheti- ble suddenly produced a formidable policeman’s club, and flourished it within a few inches of the sheriff’s nose. The crowd which had assembled, gave a yell of psn at this exhibition of pluck, while Logger ead swore, roundly. Ye old Irish hag!” he roared, * (11 pull ye in anyhow, jest fer yer lip. come along. ye bog-trotter. Ther majesty o’ the law shall
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Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. ee ECC COFFS - respected in this new precinct, while Levi Log- gerhead is at the helm, and don’t ye fergit it!” and seizing the itinerant merchant by the two Shouldena: he endeavored to push her forward. But, Miss Mehetible Muggins didn't ush worth a cent. Like a balky horse, she bolted, and he failed to move her more than a step or two. The sheriff evidently had a job of larger dimensions than he at first supposed; and while tugging away at the obstinate Miss Muggins, heavy nand was laid upon his shoulder, and a stern voice said: “Tet the old woman alone, Loggerhead! She’s doing no barm!” : With a savage oath, the sheriff wheeled about, to find himself confronted by genial Joe Garry, of the Grand Pacific. _ “Oh! it’s you, is it!” he roared. ‘‘ What d’ye mean, cuss ye?” a “*T mean 4 replied, * What'll I ofthiscamp?”” “That don’t signify that you run the whole town, by @ long shot. The old woman’s harm- ing no one, so you keep your hands off her, or uta head on you as big as her trunk there.” e will, hey? Cuss yer infernal picture, Pll show ye what it means to interfere with the law!” and leaping forward, Loggerhead aimed a terrible blow at Garry’s head. It was neatly parried by Garry’s left, how- ever, while his right knocked the sheriff clean off his feet. Loggerhead was up again—in an instant, how- ever, and made a fierce rush at his adversary, and the two men clinched in a dead-lock embrace and with one free hand, each began to pummel the other. Loggerhead was a brawny ruffian—a very giant in size, and far superior to Garry, in point of personal strength, but Joe had indomitable luck, and for several minutes the two men ought fiercely, pummeling each other unmerci- ‘ou to let the old woman alone!” ecisively. let her alone for? Ain’t I sheriff in be “ fully. At length, however, they tripped and fell, heavily, Loggerhead on top, ‘ He now had his adversary at disadvantage and, in an instant, a knife glittered in the vivid moonlight, as clutched in his right hand, he raised it aloft to strike the fatal blow. - But, ere the blow was struck, the sheriff threw up both hands, and, uttering an agonized shriek rolled off bis victim to the ground. Ashe did not stir, several persons approached bim, when it was discovered that there was a tiny. bullet- hole in his temple, from which the blood was slowly oozing. He had been shot dead! But by whom? No one had heard an ne one, : hen, how had the sheriff received his death- wound? : Here, certainly, was a mystery. While the crowd gathered around, and stared at the dead man, Joo Garry arose to his feet. * Who shot him?” he demanded, as be saw the dead sheriff. “ Did you?” asked a bystander. « Well, I reckon.not,” was thereply. ‘‘ He had me by the throat, and was choking the life out f me, when, suddenly, he let up, and rolled off. There's a mystery about this.” “T should say there was,” coincided the local doctor, who had been examining the wound. “That wound was cavsed by nothing else than a 82-ealiber bullet, and it was sent with suffi- cient force to cut a round hole through the skull. Did any any one here hear the report of firearms? For one, [ didn’t.” The crowd exchanged glances, and shook their heads negatively. None of them had heard any report, “« Mighty strange!” the doctor decelare., ‘JI can see no other explanation than that an air- gun must have been used; for, certainly, that wound was caused by a bullet. There’s po get- nin ih that, and death was instantaneous, 00 “Hi! spread apart there!” cried a miner in the crowd. “I’ve made a discovery. By the t jumpin’ Jericho! it’s the fatal footprint!” The crowd immediately parted so tbat the light of the soaring moon could fall upon the ound. erThen a horrified shout went up from many a throat! There, deeply impressed in the sandy soil, was the imprint of a man’s boot, and an extremely large boot it must have been, too, and the most a rifle or pistol report, nor startling thing was that the entire impression . wasofa vivid red color! ‘no,’ that settles it. “The Fatal Footstep!” cried a chorus of voices, ‘‘ Deadwood Dick’s prophecy has been ful- filled!” cried Garry. ‘‘ His warning was, to be- ware of the Fatal Foo rint, as death and dis- aster would surely follow! Yonder lies Levi Loggerhead, dead as a herring. In. his procla- mation, Deadwood Dick declared that the sheriff would be the first drafted, and he has kept his word, Gentlemen, as sure as my name is Joe Garry, I wouldn’t give five cents for the future of this camp!” His words seemed to have a strange effect upon the crowd, who stood staring each other dubiously in the face, Evident it was that a general feeling of con- sternation was experienced by every one. They stood there, motionless and speechless, each seemingly trying to divine the others’ inner- most thoughts. And the soaring moon sent down its effulgence of golden light, upon their heads, as if to mock their perplexity. Suddenly, there rung out, clear and distinct upon the night air, a shriek of laughter—a wild, blood-curdling shriek of elfin laughter, most startling to the sense of hearing! It came from the direction of the stamp-mill which was painly visible from where the crowd were congregated. Of one accord all eyes were turned in that di- rection. Then, a hoarse, horrified cry went up. Upon the roof-ridge of the big mill, tall and erect, and looking terrible in the whitish moon- light, was a spectral form, clad from ‘2 to toe, in a flowing robe, of purest white. The robe was all there was to be seen, for there was no visible semblance of a head, and the only sem- blance to a human body, was a long, white- draped arm, that pointed toward the horror- stricken spectators. Again came that wild, elfish laugh; then, with lightning quickness, the spectral figure disap- peared from view, and no one could say whither it went, It was a mystery of a night! Was Deadwood Dick alive? Or was this indeed a ghostly visitant? CHAPTER XI. THE RIVALS MEET—THAT FOOTPRINT AGAIN, THERE was no sleep for the people of Whisky- ville, that night. The greatest excitement prevailed among all classes, over thesingular death of Sheriff Logger- head, the crimson footprint, and the remarkable apparition on the roof of the stamp-mill. nots of people congrege ted on the street, and in the saloons, and the matter was discussed, and rediscussed, while a considerable number of the more superstitious residents, announced their in- tention of vacating the camp, in the morning. Many expressed their opinion that Deadwood Dick was still alive, while others clung to the theory that it was bis disembodied spirit which ad appeared on the roof of the stamp-mill. All night long the crowd shifted to and fro, many fearmg to seek their own dwellings, lest they encounter the dead specter of the mill. Only when daybreak arrived did the crowd gs to thin out. n the meantime, however, two events of im- portance had occurred. About midnight we will drop into the Howling Hornet Saloon, where a by 10 means small as- semblage of customers was ranged along the bar, but the gaming-tables were comparatively de- serted, At one table, in an obscure part of the room, sat Giles Goff. His elbows rested upon the table, and his chin in his hands, while on his face was a dark scowl, intermingled with an expression of utter despondency. - “ Broke! dead broke!” he muttered, ‘‘like the fool I am, skinned out of every red, and with no immediate prospect of making another raise. Twenty thousand dollars melted away in a few short hours, Curse myself for an idiotic jackass. What am 1 to do—starve? No! not by a majestic sight. I'll steal, first. Georgie has refused to aid me any more, because I told her I had secured the discharge of that fellow, Justice, whom she dotes on, and when she says As for the old man, he'd refuse me were 1 to make another application to him—yes! he’d refuse me, and run the risk of the detective gecting him. But, something must be done, that’s sure!” - Thus he sat, in sullen deliberation, until he felt a heavy grip upon his shoulder, that caused him to face around quickly to behold himself confronted by—Jerry Justice! Yes, Jerry Justice, upon whose face was a 9 | stern expression, and in ‘whose eyes burned @ fire of hatred and revenge. ‘How do you do, Mr. Giles Goff?” he said, still keeping his iron grasp ‘A. the other’s shoulder, “How are you feeling, this even- ing? ‘ I'm feeling all right. Let go my shoulder!” “ You're feeling all right, are you?’ went on Jerry, not heeding the other’s command. “Well, that is good. I generally like to see a man — good, but you are not a man, and consequently you are probably feeling better now, than you will some few minutes later. Gentlemen, will some of you step this way?” The invitation had the desired effect, for a score of men at once came forward, most of whom were employees of the Majestic Mine. And beside them came also, no Jess a personage than the itinerant merchantess, Miss Mehetible Muggins, who had a short time before entered the saloon to get a “‘ nightcap.” “Gentlemen!” Jerry went on, “I _ suppose you all know me, and know this other loafer as well—this cowardly cur, liar and thief, whom I am about to wipe up this room with. Before I begin operations, it would be appropriate for me to make a brief explanation so that yon will know that I have a just cause for doing what I am about to do. ‘ “This being, erroneously dubbed ‘man,’ has done me a grievous and villainous injury. For some time pn Goff and I have been rivals for the hand of Miss Fydell. Goff was jealous of me, and this jealousy grew on him until it be came a mania. His hatred for me increased” each day, and he would have murdered me only he was too much of a coward and sneak, ‘At last, however, by robbing the mails at the post-office having learned that Miss Fydell and L were betrothed, he resolved upon a des- perate stroke, to influence Floy against me, and so destroy my chances!” Jerry then related in detail the circumstances of Goff’s visit to the clothing store, and con- tinued: ‘‘ His villainy did not end here He was not satisfied with trying to poison the mind of my affianced against me, but made his bregs he would have me discharged from his father’s em- ploy. He has frequently tried to do this, but was never successful until to-day. To-night old Goff informed me that my services would be no longer required, as bis son would fill my posi- tion. “Now, then, gentlemen, what had I ought to do with this detestable scoundrel?” ‘‘ Kill him!” the miners cried, in a_ chorus, “He'll get killed if he comes aroand the Majestic Mine!” ‘‘ Yis, be afther knockin’ the smithereens out av the bla’guard!” chimed in Mehetible Muggins. “T ought to do him up, ’tis true!” Jerry de- clared, ‘‘ but I want no man’s life to answer for. But I am not going to let him off without a taste of Jerry Justice. He’s got to stand up before me and fight like a man, or I'll have to shoot him, as I would a cur!” | The audience, which had by this time greatly increased in numbers, gave a yell of approval, while Mehetible, with a real Donnybrook yell, executed a few steps of an Irish jig. “‘ Hooray!” she cried; “‘ there’s the lad for ye, wull ye now! Go fer him, me buck, an’ do him up, an’ may the spirit av the Sivin Sisters lind yez more power!’ ‘“Come, get up!” Jerry cried, jerking Goff to his feet, and giving him a push that sent him half-way across the room, wherc he fell sprawl- ing. By the time he was able to regain his feet, he found himself confronted by Justice. “Put up!” the young ex-superintendent cried sternly. ‘It’s your only alternative!” Goff made no reply, but with a vengeful gleam in his eyes, he squared himself. Outside of Whiskyville, in other places where he had been, he had achieved some little noto- piety as a clever pugilist. Justice knew nothing of this; nor would it have made any difference if he had. His spirit yearned for satisfaction, and he meant to have it. Jerry opened the battle by leading off with his right, and falling short, for which failure he re- ceived a terrific blow on the cheek. Then the battle began in dead earnest, and that it was no baby’s game was evident. With the desperation of deep rancor the two men fought, raining blow after blow _w face and body, and scarce a blow struck by either was ineffective. It was only a question which could hold out under the terrible punishment the longest, to de-— al who would be the victor of the vengeful ue
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10 Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance, Pe ee] ————— SSS SSS SSS None such before had ever been fought in Arizona, The crowd Jooked on in breathless suspense, But for the labored breathing of the two and their strokes there was not a sound to be heard. Both were bleeding freely, but neither had et scored a knock-down, most wonderful to re- te. Finally, however, it became perceptible that Goff was getting ‘‘ groggy,” and soon, two well- directed blows from Jerry’s fist sent him stag- gering against the wall. Here he braced himself and attempted to draw a revolver, but, ere he could do so, he atom? a cry of pain and fell headlong to the oor, When the doctor reached his side life was ex- tinct! The fact was at orice communicated to Jerry, He simply nodded, picked up his hat, and, blood-blinded, staggered from the saloon. He had not been gone two minutes when a yell of horror led from a miner’s lips, as he pointed to the floor. There, in plain view of all, was that ominous emblem of death—the vivid red imprint of the Fatal Footstep! ’ CHAPTER XII. RED RUPERT UNMASKED. GraHAM GorrF retired early to bed that same night of the tragedy at the Howling Hornet. His head ached and he was possessed of a sort of feeling of nervous dread, which he hoped to - be able to sleep off. But it was a vain hope, for, when he got to bed, he lay for hours, tossing and tumbling about, not a wink of sleep visiting his eyes. It was after midnight ere he fell off into a doze, which lasted but a short time, when he awoke with a start oy sat bolt print in bed. The lamp was still burning and he saw by the clock that it was only 2 A. M. ‘¢ Good heavens! I can’t stand this!” he gasped, wiping the empl from his face. ‘* I must get out in the open air, or I shall suffocate!” He had not undressed himself at all on retir- ing; so, putting on his hat he was ready for out of doors. He was about leavin a discovery that cau from his lips. The floor of the room was not carpeted, but had been painted a light color, to give it a cheer- ful appearance. On the boards, near the door, the Mayor of Whiskyville now beheld a thing that nearly froze the blood in his veins—the imprint of a human foot, in vivid crimson colors! Transfixed with horror, he gazed at the omen of warning for a moment; then, uttering another yell he burst open the door, and fled from the ouse as if Satan and all his imps were after his room, when he made a cry of horror to burst him, Outside he paused some distance from his resi- dence, and glaneed carefully around him, He lived on the outskirts of the camp, some little distance from any other habitation, preferrin this sort of existence to living at the hotel wit his daughter. After satisfying himself that there was no one abroad in his immediate vicinity, he kept on toward his office, : ‘Curse that Sen go he growled. ‘*How came it there? Both the door and windows were locked, and no one could have got in without arousing me, Yet there is the mark which Deadwood Dick’s bulletin said should appear be- fore death. Gods! can 1t be that there is such a thing as the dead coming back to earth in spiritual form? mone has unnerved me so much for twenty years, Dll swear.” And, evidently greatly agitated, he strode on. “Y know one thing I'll do!” he muttered. “By the stage to-morrow I’ll take my money and light out for Texas. There I can live in peac® and security on my two hundred and fifty thou- sand dollars, and. get some fellow to come u here and run the Majestic Mine for me, If he falls a victim to this accursed Dick Bristol it’s his own lookout.” And the old reprobate chuckled at the clever- ness of his scheme, Little did he dream that a vengeance sure as death was hovering around him, and that he was destined never to leave the gulch alive! “Yes, Pll take my boodle from the safe this very night, and store it about my person, pre- paratory for flight, and then when the stage comes to-morrow I'll bid_good-by to this place forever. The only thing I’m sorry for, is that I yielded to that rascally son of mine and gave him the twenty thousand, for, now that I’m going to skip, 1 could defy the detective. I'm sorry, too, I discharged Justice. He would have been the very man [ could trust to leave behind to manage my business.” By this time he was nearing the office. As he approached he thought he detected a faint glimmer of light. ae paused and watched steadfastly, but saw nothing. “Tt a have been a delusion!” he muttered, ‘¢ but I could almost swear I saw a ray of light. If there should be burglars in the office, I should consider it a lucky omen that sent me here, I'll make sick burglars out of them if they are there!” He drew his revolver and examined it tomake sure it wasin good working order, and then stole softly on until he stood before the front door— for theres wit another door to the office in the rear, which opened into a small back or retiring room, Bending forward, he applied one eye to the keyhole, he next instant he started back, barely re- pressing an exclamation of astonishment. There was a light within the office! He had not been deceived. The burglars were there, no doubt, at work robbing his safe, For a moment he stood still, not knowing ex- actly what to do. It never took him a great length of time to form a plan, and he soon had one for the occa- sion. Stealing around to the rear of the office, he removed his boots, and then softly unlocked and opened the door. The rear room was in utter darkness, but a gleam of light came from under the door that led into the main office. This door swung either way, noiselessly, bein, mounted on patent hinges, and was unprovidec with fastenings, so that Goff knew he would have no difficulty in gaining entrance to the office. Tip-toeing across the floor, he reached the swinging door and listened. He could detect no sound, however, Next, with his revolver ready for instant use, he pushed the door far enough ajar to allow his head to protrude into the next room. What he saw nearly took his breath away, Kneeling before his big safe, with a lantern by his side, wasa man—a’slender individual, at- tired in a black suit of clothes, trimmed with red, anda scarlet cloak flung about his shoul- ders. His feet were incased in knee-boots, and a wide rimmed sombrero surmounted his head. The upper part of his face was concealed by a reddish mask, the remainder by reddish whis- kers. . The door of the safe before him was wide open, and the floor in front and beside him was littered with bank-notes various denomina- tions, which he was busily engaged in sorting and tying into packages. ; Evidently his burglarship was not anticipat- ing a surprise, for he never once raised his eyes from his work, Goff drank in the scene for several minutes, keeping his temper marvelously under control. *“So that is Red Rnpert, eh?” he mused, ‘* who has so repeatedly and persistently robbed me. Ho! ho! twas a lucky thing I came here to- night, for, evidently, the cuss calculates to make a clean sweep this time. Humph! we shall see! Iam surprised in the man, however. In figure he looks more like a woman than a man, and that red beard is false, [11 wager, I wonder how he would cotton to a little surprise?” Pushing open the door wider, the mayor let _ himself noiselessly into the office, his revolver at full cock, fer instant use, It was not his purpose to shoot the bold bur- glar, unless forced to. To effect his capture would be even a greater victery, for he, the mayor, had not been the only one to suffer by these burglarious visits. Others had suffered losses as well as the obese chief magistrate, “Goff tiptoed forward, with the stealth of a cat, until he stood within a few feet of the burglar. ; Then, leveling his revolver, he said: ** Hello |!” . Red Rupert looked up, with a startled cry, and hastily sprung to his feet. “Stand!” Goff commanded, authoritatively. ‘Move an inch further and you die. SoI have caught you in the act, have I, Mr. Red Rupert?” ‘Tt seems so,” was the answer, in a tremulous voice, plainly a feminine voice, too. ‘Oh! it seems so, does it? Well, I should per ad it did. So you were going toclean me out, entirely, to-night, were you?” “Yes, I was, and then retire from this sort of life for good!” ‘¢ Well, that’s a cool admission, hanged if it ain’t. How long have you been in this enterpris- ing line of business?” “Only a short time.” **Do you know thata long term of imprison- ment stares you in the face? ‘“‘T suppose so!” was the careless reply. ‘It matters little, however, for now that the only one that I ever loved is forever lost to me, I am utterly reckless as to what becomes of me!” ‘‘-You are a woman!” the mayor said, eying the culprit sharply. ‘¢ Well, what of that? It’s none of your busi- ness, is it?” This, in a tone of defiance. “Yes, it is. Remove that mask and false beard, so that I can see if I know you!” “Oh! no, None of that, if you please!” “Do asLorder you, or I'll blow your brains outi” roared the mayor, ‘‘I’ll stand no trifling, and your life depends upon your obedience. Do as I bid you, and perhaps I may be more lenient with you!” Red Rupert hesitated a moment, and then, tearing away the mask and false beard, she turned a defiant face toward the mayor, Graham Goff started back, with a horrified exclamation, ‘©Good God!” he cried, ‘ My daughter, Georgie!” * “Yes! your daughter, Georgie!” was the laconic answer! : For a moment the astounded parent stood like one struck dumb, It had never occurred to him that it was his own child who had been systematically robbing him, ‘ Georgie viewed his astonishment with a faint smile of amusement. ‘*You seem surprised,” she observed, quietly, “Surprised! Good heaven! why shouldn’t I be surprised? What ever tempted you to rob your own father, girl, as you bave been doing?” ‘‘Oh! circumstances!” was the nonchalant answer. ‘* You were never much of a father to me or to Giles, and you were always miserly and selfish to the last 6 as you were making plenty of money, | thought it no more than fair that you should share with your off- spring. Knowing that a personal application would be met with blank refusal, I conceived the idea of taking the matter into my own hands, and helping myself. How well I have succeeded, you already know!” ‘Yes, you have succeeded only too well, Al- ready hes have robbed me of over fifteen thou- sand dollars, and but for my timely arrival here, to-night, you would have no doubt ruined me! Girl, ve a mind to kill you where you pect pose that’ privil h sup) t’s your privilege, as you have the drop on me!” Georgie replid, coolly, _‘* How- ever, I dare say it would be to your advantage to spare me, as I can be of some service to you, in the coming trouble!” “‘ What trouble?” ‘Qh! you haven’t heard of it, then? Why, to-morrow, there is to be a general strike of the miners, who, as you know, embrace fully two. , thirds of the people in the camp, The strike is because you discharged Jerry Justice, and he, in conjunction with your deadliest enemy, Deadwood Dick, will lead the strikers, who have for some time been formed into a secret union.” ‘Bosh! Deadwood Dick isdead!_ And as for the miners striking, I care not a fig, for I can easily fill their places!” ‘““ Dick Bristol is not dead. I know that, be- cause I saw him to-night. This ghost and foot- print business is all a humbug and a scare, And, as for the strikers, they intend to guard the mine, to prevent others from going to work, and also intend to drive you and every one else but the union men, from the pocket. This Deadwood Dick has the reputation of being a very dare-devil in leading a band of men to } battle, and always comes out of victor!” { Graham Goff looked thoughtful aud concerned. Now that his Low ead interests were thus threatened, all thought of leaving the town van- ished like magic. e would stay, rally what men around him he could, and fight for that pete he claimed to be his, by right of posses- on, ‘¢ What service could you be to me, in such a crisis?’ he finally asked, : “More than you think, If this Deadwood Dick, Junior, and Jerry Justice were removed, it is doubtful if there would be any strike, as the miners would have no feaders, of any worth or sense, and without competent
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Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance, Lee they would not hold out Jong, even if they did strike.” ‘¢ And you propose to remove these two men?” ‘Yes, I certainly do.” ts Graham Goff eyed his daughter, admiringly. “Very well, Be itso, Do you swear?” % By all that is holy!” “Very well! It is settled!” CHAPTER XIIL THE FUGITIVE, Vek WHEN morning once more dawned it witness- eda great change in the weather. The season of the year was late, but the weather had been soeven and delightful, that no one scarcely realized that summer had passed away. But this morning all was changed. Where but a few hours before the moon had soared through a cloudless expanse of star-set azure blue, the sky was now covered by a sodden mass of cold, dull gray clouds, from which fell a drizzling, chilling rain, Winter bad set in in dead earnest, even for that semi-tropic climate of Arizona. the mountain-side, and among the crags overlooking Whiskyville, sat a man, under a great overhanging ledge of rock, that sheltered him from wind and rain. In front of him burn- ed a little fire of pine cones, that drove off the chill, A few feet beyond the fire was a sheer abyss of space, that dropped down hundreds of feet among the foothills, ‘The ledge could only be reached by a narrow, dangerous path, that zig-zagged along the moun- tain-side. From the ledge an unobstructed view could be obtained of the mining-camp below. The man who sat by the fire, beneath the ledge, was none other than Jerry Justice, ex- By pore of the Majestic Mine. is face had been cleansed of blood, but was liberally covered with bruises, that did much toward depriving him of his former good looks, His clothes,-too, were soiled with blood-stains, and his whole appearance betokened a discon- solate and troubled human being. There was a strange expression upon poor Jerry’s face, the principal element of which was remorse, ‘Yes! I am a murderer,” he muttered—‘‘ an outcast and an outlaw. So much for my infer- nal temper. I did not mean to kill Goff; I only intended ¢ to punish him for insulting Floy, Poor Floy! When she hearsof what I have done, her love for me will change to aversion. Yes! yes! all hope is gone. I am shutout from the world, and, ere now, doubtless, am a hunted man. Naught remains for me, while life endures, but to skulk around hike a wolf in the night. What seems strange is that the last two blows I struck Goff should have been instrumental in causin, his death, for neither of them hit in a vi Moody and dejected, Jerry sat gazing , floota. wee toward the mining-camp, while the C , drizzling rain came ceaselessly down, — li nature seemed to have become tinged with @ fit of the blues, nally Jerry was aroused from what was evi- dently an wap easant reverie, by the sound of a footfall, and looking quickly up, to his great as- tonishment saw Floy Fydell standing within a few feet of him, wrapped and hooded in a long waterproof, - Jerry sprung kee to his feet. ‘‘Floy!” he ejaculated, ‘tfor heaven’s sake, what brings you here?” < ‘“What brings me here? Howcan you ask that? Do 1 not love you?” and she advanced and threw her arms about his waist. *‘ But, why are you here, dearest? -Why did you leave the camp? os Ta I am a murderer, and because I love life too dearly to submit to the hangman's noose, Floy!” he replied, bitterly. ‘You are not a murderer, J erry |” “What! is not Giles Goff dead?” “Yes, he is dead, but you did not kill himm “Why tell me this? Did I not strike the last two blows? Did I not see him fall, and did not the doctor pronounce him dead before I left? Yes, Floy; Iam a murderer—an outcast on the face of the earth—and _no fit associate for you. You must leave me, and our paths in life must never more meet.” ‘“No! no! Jerry; I will never leave you— never! You are my betrothed, my love, m very life, and were ts ten times a murderer, would cling to you through thick and thin!” ‘You are a noble girl, Floy,” Jerry said, drawing him closer to him prc | fondly gazing down into her pure brown eyes—“‘ far too pure, innocent and good for one like me, No! no! I cannot permit the sacrifice. I shall be a hunted, skulking criminal, and it will be impossible for you to accompany me, Even though it will be a hard blow forme to give you up, you must re- turn to camp and let me go my way.” ** Never! never!” Floy replied, firmly. ‘‘ Even as we have loved each other, so shall we go down to death together. It is useless for you to try to persuade me to leave you, for I am resolved, and | my resolve cannot be broken. I have made all arrangements to accompany you. As soon as I | heard the particulars of the affair, and that you had fled, I immediately disposed of my store at a good price and left the camp.” * How did you know where to find me?” *You once described this place to me as the place where -— had spent a stormy night, and intuition told me to como here.” ‘Was there much stir in camp over Goff’s death, when you came away?” ‘* Considerable, for the reason that the mayor had just offered ten thousand dollars for your capture, dead or alive.” A hard expression came over Jerry’s face. “That settles it!” he said. ‘*I will be hound- ed down to the very death.” “But in our dying moments, my love,” Floy said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him, ‘‘ we will die loving each other, the same as now,” Just then footsteps were heard, and a man was seen striding along toward the ledge. Both Floy and Jerry uttereda cry of joy, for the coming man wns none other than Deadwood Dick. Jr., alive and well! CHAPTER XIV. THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE. DicK soon reached the ledge, and his hands were eagerly grasped and shaken by both Floy and Jerry, ‘*Oh! we are so glad to see you!” Floy said; “ain't we, Jerry?” ‘** You bet we are!” Jerry responded, earnest- y- ‘* And I am equally glad to see you,” Dick re- lied, *‘ but sorry to see this hero who saved my ife so badly bunged up.” ‘Saved your life?” echoed Floy. ‘Did Jerry save your life?” “He did, Miss Fydell. The night I was lynched, it was he who fixed the noose about my neck, in such a way that the knot came against ay jaw-bone, and I was not strangled. He whispered to me to feign death, and I did so. When the crowd had dispersed, Mr. Justice came and cut me down, and thus delivered me from death. My gratitude to him will never cease.” ‘* But, how about the ghost, and the footprints, Mr. Deadwood?” ‘The ghost racket was simply a scare got up to create a sensation and divert suspicion from myself in the character of Mehetible Muggins, the part of the spook being played by a fellow whom [ hire for that purpose. “As for the Fatal Footsteps the imprints were made by me, in my disguise of Muggins. By special agreement I had the invention manufac- tured for the very purpose for which it has been used, The sole of the shoe making the imprint is an inking-pad. Inside the shoe, but in no way interfering with the foot, is a little reservoir containing crimson fluid, at the botcom of which is a tiny spring valve, to the handle of which was attached a string, communicating with one of my pockets. By pulling this string the pad was saturated sufficiently to make the imprint, but immediately absorbed the liquid, so thatno after imprint was made.” . * A clever invention,” observed Jerry. ‘ But how about the singular death of Loggerhead? Do you know anything about that?” “Yes. In my character of Mehetible I shot the man, myself, to save the hfe of Joe Garry, whom he was about tomurder. Ina pocket of my dress I carried a powerful air-: istol, which I could noiselessly harge, sending a bullet with as much velocity as a revolver. By taking proper aim, I could kill anumber of people with- out any one being the wiser for it. ‘¢Of course I shall probably have to answer for Loggerhead’s life at some future time, but I could not bear to see him knife Joe Garry. And it was the same way in the case with you and Giles Goff!” } “ What?” and Jerry leaped forward excitedly. * You don’t.mean to say that you shot Goff!” “ Plumb through the pulsometer. If I hadn’t he would have filled you full of bullet-holes, the next inscant. Icouldn’t see that, you know— not much!” “Thank God! Then, I am not a murderer?” “Of course not! But, it would be hard to make some people down yonder believe that. 11 Mayor Goff offers ten thousand dollars for you, dead or alive.” ‘**So Floy has been telling me.” ‘Ah! bas she? Well, Mr. Justice, I have | come to earn that reward.” Both Jerry and Fioy started in consternation at this announcement, but Dick’s merry laugh relieved their momentary anxiety. ‘' You needn’t get scared,” he said, ‘I ain’t sailin’ on that rie just at present. I came here on an- other matter of business, you see?” ‘What is it?” Jerry asked, excitedly. ** Well, I will tell you. Both gangs of men at the Majestic Mine have quit work again until you are reinstated. They are arding the mouth of the mine, to prevent other help from being introduced, They furthermore declare that no more work shaJl be done in the mine, until Graham Goff is forced to leave the gulch. The men are all well armed, and ready to fight at a moment’s notice, for possession of the gulch, What they want is a commander, to lead them n. ‘* Joe Garry is at present at their head, but they seem rather to lack confidence in his ability as a commander. **T had an interview with Joe, (in disguise, of course) before coming here. He said he had called a meeting, told them I was alive, and laid my case, as regards the ownership of the | pocket, before them. He then asked if I should reappear, and lead | them to a victorious routing of Goff and his allies, if they would recognize my rights, on the | conditions that were that Ishould give them em- tt a0 and fifteen per cent advance in wages, and make their working hours eight instead of ten, for a day. ‘*They held a consultation and seemed to fa~ vor the idea, but had two stipulations to make. One was, that I should hunt you up and bring them a letter of approval and recommendation from you. The second was, that I should reap- int you general superintendent of the Majestic ine and all other mining interests, and that no minersshould be employed by me who were not members of the Protective Union. Then they would recognize my rights to the ownership of the property, and, as their employer, would stick by me through thick and thin. “Joe asked me if I thought I could find you, and I told him I could, and here I am.” ** And it is my indorsement that will secure for you your rights?” a oviding we are victorious in the strug- gle. ‘‘There’s no question about that. What is Mayor Goff doing?” ‘Rushing about and getting together all the men he can. He is said to be offering big prices to all who will stand by him.” “Can ke get many to help him?” “Yes, I think, when it comes to the tug of war, the forces will be about evenly divided up. But of course the miners are the best and most able-bodied company of men, and are the best armed, too, When it comes to fight, they will there every time!” “Oh! Jerry, you will give your approval, won’t you, now?” queried Floy, giving him a little hug. ‘ Tndeed! I don’t know about that!” Jerry re- plied, with mock seriousness. ‘‘ Pray, how are you interested in the matter?” | ‘**Because, then we can get married, and live here in the pocket, and have a nice little home and oh! it will be so nice!” “Well, if I had a heart of adamant, I fanc I could hardly resist your plea,” Jerry replied, good naturedly. ‘ Besides, leaving you en- tirely out of the question, I would be worse than a brute to refuse anything that would favor my friend, Deadwood Dick. It’s alk right, Dick. We'll start at once for the pocket, and we'll paint the town as red as a turkey gobbler’s wattle.” ‘Hadn't you better stop here—you and Floy?” Dick asked, anxiously. ‘‘It will hardly be safe for the young lady down there,” “Oh! I'll look out for her!” Jerry replied. ‘* Shall we start at once?” ““Yes. I have three horses below bere, for I presumed I should find you both here.” So they lost no delay, in starting. In five minutes they were in the saddle, and riding down the mountain-side. In half an hour, they reached the pocket bot- tom, and galloped away toward the mouth of the shaft of the Majestic Mine, When the assembled miners saw that Je Justice was one of the trio, they swung their hats in the air, and sent up a rousing r of welcome, that fairly made the earth tremble, In a few moments the trio drew rein, an@ I
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12 Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance. rr LS eT a a A AE A SN EET a ——— ———Keo«_ were immediately and eagerly surrounded by ‘the motley horde of miners. e curiosity. The majority of the miners hhad seen him lynched, and could not compre- dhend how he had escaped death. Scores of men crowded around Jerry, and shook him warmly by the hand. Finally, Jerry arose in his stirrups, and ad- dressed the assemblage: “Men of Whiskyville: I am proud to see you have struck, because you have honored me by showing the regard you had for me. I am ar also to learn that you propose to bounce raham Goff, and restore to this noble fellow, Deadwood Dick, his legal rights. You are all as brothers to me, and we will fight side by side, until our aim is accomplished !” Cheers! “This gentleman, Deadwood Dick, as fearless and whole-souled a feliow as ever lived, will tead you to victory, and will treat you white, afterward. He agrees to advance your wages, 15 per cent, and also accept your other stipu- fations in every particular. And I, Jerry Justice, do heartily recommend and indorse him. And now, boys, three rousing cheers for our new leader and employer, Deadwood Dick!” And the three hundred throats fairly made ¢he hills ring, as they gave the cheers, CHAPTER XV, CONCLUSION, Arter the cheering had abated, Dick, Jerry and Floy dismounted, and the latter was conduc- aaa to a temporary place of safety in the engine ouse. Outside, Dick was introduced severaily to the men of the mine, and shook hands until his wrist was sore. 5 The reception accorded him was far more hearty than he had anticipated, or had any reason to expect. After the handshaking he made a neat little speech, and thanked them for the fraternal way in which they had. received him, and assured them that he should lead them unflinchingly for- ward to drive the opposition party from the field, and after the struggle was over, and victory achieved, he should deal with them in a kindly just and considerate manner, and should regar them as his equals irrespective of nationality, social and financial station, or creed. His speech evidently created a deep impres- sion, for it was received with repeated cheers, A consultation was then held between Garry, Jerry, Dick and a few other prominent strikers, in regard to the first plan of action. A guard on duty on top of the stamp-mill, near at hand, soon reported that the mayor’s party, aumbering about two hundred and fifty men were marching to and fro, in the main street of the camp, and were being drilled by the mayor himself. . Dick immediately ordered his men to fall into line, equipped with their weapons, so that he could review them. This was done, ‘and though they were a rough and shaggy-bearded set of mortals, they were all of fine physique, and looked fitted for a tough campaign. He put them through a series of military tac- tics, and was surpri to see that the most of them had ‘“‘ been thar before,” some of them be- ing veterans of the late rebellion, ‘Gentlemen,” he said, as he passed along and dressed the line, “I am proud of you. A atancher lot of men uever stood in line in Ari- zona, Weare going to win the day, and sweep oppression from this beautiful mountain vale. ‘o successfully peak ime pe this all we require is steady nerve, unswerving courage,and cliscip ine. I am here to command you, and shall expect to be obeyed. Right about! Face toward the camp! The order was obeyed, and executed with a military precision that was admirable, Dick was highly gratified. He bad appointed Jerry and Joe Garry his lieutenants, at either wing of the file. ‘Rest arms, boys!” he ordered, ‘and remain ‘where you are, It is not going to be long before we hear from the enemy, I'll wager!” And he was right. It was not more than half an hour, when a horseman rode out of the _“ city,” toward the pusition of the strikers, — He was mounted ona fine horse, and as he drew nearer it was observed that he was attired in the gorgeous uniform of a general of the Ger- man Army! He also carried a flag of truce. ’ | Of course Dick at once became an object of | laughter, when they perceiv | The man was no one else than Graham Goff! The men of Dick’s line began to roar with how gorgeousl their late employer was togged out, but Dick’s stern order of silence soon quieted them down. Dick then vaulted into the saddle and rode forward to meet Goff. Although ununiformed, the handsome young commander of the strikers never looked to bet- ter advantage, and the miners would have need- ed only a word to have sent up a rousing cheer. Dick and Graham Gcff soon drew rein within a few feet of one another, Goff surveyed the other for a moment, with a supercilious air, making no show of recogni- tion. “Well, sir, who are you?” he finally demand- ed. “Tf it will not be taxing your memory too much, you may recollect that we have met once before. I am Richard Bristol, Deadwood Dick Junior in proper person,” “Do you 1 goa the commander of yonder passel of fools?” “I am commander of that body of miners, sir. ‘Then, sir, as mayor of this city and owner of most of the property interests bere, I order you to take your men and leave at once, or there will be bloodshed.” ‘And as sole and legal owner of this pocket, and all that appertains thereto, I order you to take yourself and all the people in this pocket, whom you do not see in my lines, and depart from here within half an hour’s time, or we will he you off the face of the earth. That is all!’ And wheeling his horse, Dick cantered back toward the stampemill. Goff glared after him a moment, his face al- most livid with rage; then, wheeling about, he galloped back into town. When Dick returned to his men, he found them impatiently awaiting him. “* Well, when are we going to get a chance to sail in and do ’em up?” demanded Jerry Justice, who, smarting from the wrongs he had endured and the wounds he had received the previous night, was ripe and ready for a fight. “IT can tell better, later,’ Dick replied. “TI want to see if Goff is not going to make an at- tack on us. If not, we will ov him, although, with the buildings for protection, they have the bulge on us.” Just at this juncture there came a scream from the engine-house, where Floy Fydell had been left. “Stay where you are, boys, and stand ready for instant duty!” shouted Dick, and away he sped toward the engine-house, Notwithstanding the order given, Jerry Jus- tice followed élose at bis heels, and no one could censure him, even if it was a breach of disci- ine, Both Dick and he bounded into the engine- house at about the same moment. Then they saw the cause of the scream, Two young women were engaged in a despe- rate hand-to-hand conflict, and in a literal sense the fur was flying at a great rate. The combatants were none other than Floy Fydell and Georgie Goff. It took but a moment for Dick and Jerry to part them, Dick taking charge of the mayor’s daughter, while Jerry held back his affianced; but although separated, the two girls glared at each other fiercely. “What the blazes is the matter here?” Dick demanded, facing Georgie around toward him. ** How did you come here, young woman?” ‘That’s none.of your business!” was the defi- ant retort. “But I reckon it is, Ah! I recognize you now. You're the clerk at the Howling Hornet. We have met before, if I mistake not. How comes it you two young women were fighting?” “None of your business, I tell you: Let me o! “Oh, no; not at this stage of the game. You were sent here by your royal progenitor to spy upon us, or for some other villainous purpose and until the battle is over we shall have to hol you in durance vile!” “ Jerry, see if you can find some strong cord, while we bind this estimable guerrilla!” : ‘“‘T have some cord in my pocket,” Jerry said, coming forward. : Georgie struggled desperately against being bound, but it was no use. The two men were too much for her, and she was soon securely tied, hand and foot, and seated upon a box. “There! you look ten per cent. better in that pose than when in a Sullivan attitude,” Dick averred with a laugh. “ Oh! I'll get even with you all yet!” was the retort. ‘I really came here of my own accord to kill the tbree of you, and I’ll do it yet.” ‘Just before you're going to do it, let us know, so we can be there!” Dick suggested. ‘You keep watch of her, Miss Fydell, and if she gets too boisterous, box her ears a bit. Come, Jerry!” “To arms!” came a cry, from out of doors, ** Here! they come!” Dick and Jerry made a rush to the front, and saw that the alarm was not a falseone; Graham Goff and his men were coming, double-quick time, and in anything but regular order, too, ‘*Stand firm, boys!” cried Deadwood Dick, in a clear resonant voice. and when I give the word blaze away!” On came the enemy, at a swift ruv, carrying their guns ready to fate when choser proximity was gained and Goff gave the order. But, Goff’s eyes did not measure space, like those of his rival and there was where he made his fatal error. He had not thought it time to give the order, yet, when Dick cried out to his men: ** Steady aim, boys! Fire!” Instantly a chain of flame leaped from the rifles of the miners, and leaden messengers sped on their deadly mission. The volley was terribly destructive, full half of the attacking party fell, and among the lot was Grabam Goff, te This sudden thinning of their ranks complete- ly demoralized the remainder of the party, many of whom were strangers, and turning, they fled for dear life. Joe Garry and a detachment of Dick’s men gave chase, and the fleeing and terror stricken men, were driven out of the pocket, never to re- turn, The battle was indeed a victory, and once more Deadwood Dick was monarch of that which was by legal right his own. And with a brave body of men at his back, it seemed as if his troubles ought to have really ended; he certainly had earned a season of peace, But, ’tisan old say that no one can tell what a day may bring forth. Our story is nearly at an'end, A few words will tell all that remains to be toid. In a week after the battle, the miners had re- sumed work, and things began to pick up again, although there were many deserted dwellings and business places. As Dick had decided, Joe Garry had a mo- nopoly of the hotel and saloon business in the pocket; so the Howling Hornet, ard several saloons and dance-houses were razed, leaving g oe monarch of all he surveyed, in his particular ine. Jerry Justice resumed his sition as mine superintendent, to the infinite satisfaction of all the miners, Georgie Goff was released, on her promise to leave the camp and never return. hat money was foun’ on her father’s remains was given her, The unworthy father and dissolute son, were buried side by side. . The Chicago lawyer came on, in due time, and Floy Fydell received her little fortune, but of course it made no change in her love for Jerry, and they were soon afterward married. Under Deadwood Dick’s regime, the camp grew and prospered, wonderfully, and new enterprises were permitted to be started, Dick receiving a certain royalty, No miners could get work in the gulch, however, except they joined the miners’ union. Finally, the question arose, of giving the camp a new name, as Whiskyville wasn’t quite the thing, but no neme was decided on, until, one evening, the three hundred employees of the Majestic Mine, waited upon their employer, and, as a token of their friendship and esteem, pre- sented him with a magnificent gold-mounted revolver, the bandle and barrel of which were studded with diamonds, After making a felicitous speech of thanks, Dick added: “ Boys, your kind and valuable token of ap- preciation, has suggested tome an idea, We will call our place Pistol Pocket!” And from that time on, as Pistol Pocket the camp was known, THE END, “Take steady aim, ‘
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By Edward Wheeler. 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies. By James L. Bowen. 111 The Sea-Devil; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy. By Col. Prentiss In am. 112 The Mad Hunter; or, The Cave of Death. By Burton Saxe. 118 Jack Hoyle, the Young Speculator; or, The Road to Fortune, By Edward L. Wheeler, 114 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk, the Old Tar. By Roger Starbuck. 65 Hurricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His “‘ Pard.”’ / 60 The White I-dian; or, The Scout of the Yellow- | / 115 The Mad Miner; or, Dandy Rock’s Doom. By George Waldo trowne. 116 The Hussar Captain; or, The Hermit of Hel? Gate. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 117 Gilt-Edgead Dick, the Sport-Detective. By Ed- ward L. \\ heeler. 118 A gt the Boy Detective. By Charles orris. 119 Mustang Sam; or, The King of the Plains. By Jos. E. ger, Jr. 120 The Branded Hand; or, The Man of Mystery. By Frank Dumont. 121 Cinnamon Chip, the Girl Sport; or,-The Golden Idol of Mt. Rosa. By Edward L, Wheeler. 122 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy; or. The Mystery of the Strongbow. By Charles Morris. 123 Kiowa Charley, the White Nustanger. By T. C.. Harbaugh. 1% Tippy, the Texan; or, The Young Champion. By Geo. Gleason. 125 Bonanza Bill, Miner; or, Madam Mystery, the Female Forger. By Edward L, Wheeler. 126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detec- tive. By Charl:s Morris. _~- 127 Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road; or, The Wolves. of Satan’s Gap. ty Frank Dumont. 128 The Young Privateer; ur, The Pirates’ Strong- hold. By H. Cavendish, 129 Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s Gulch. A Story of Wild-CatCity. By Edward L. Wheeler. 180 Detective Dick; or, The Hero in Rags. By Charles Morris. 131 The Golden Hand; or, Dandy Rock to the Rescue. By G. W. Browne. 182 The Hunted Hunter; or, The Strange Horse- man of the Prairie. By Ed. 58. Ellis. 183 Boss Bob, the King of the Bootblacks; or, The Pawnbroker’s Plot. By Edward L. Wheeler. 134 Sure-Shot Seth, the Boy Rifleman. By OIb Coomes. 135 Captain Paul, the Moonshiner of Kentucky; or, The Boy Spy of the Mountains. By C. D. Clark. 136 Night-Hawk Kit; or, The Paugbter of the Ranch. By J. E. Badger, Jr. : 187 The Helpless Hand; or, Backwoods Retribution. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 188 Deadwood Dick’s Home Base; or, Blonde Bill.. By Edward L. Wheeler. 139 Judge Lynch, Jr.; or, The Boy Vigilante. By T. C. Harbaugh. 140 Blue Blazes; or, The Break o’ Day Boys of Rocky Bar. By Frank Dumont. 141 Solid’ Sam, the Boy Road Agent; or, The Branded Brows. By Edward L. Wheeler. ; 142 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective. By Charle ; Morris. 143 Scar-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter; or, The Mys- tery of Fort Rane. By Oll Coomes. 144 Dainty Lance, the Boy Sport; or, The Bank- ge Decoy Duck. Vy Joseph E. Bad- er, Jr. 145 Captain Ferret, the New_York Detective} or, Boss Bob’s Boss Job. By E. L. Wheeler. 146 Silver Star, the Boy Knight. By Oll Coomes. 147 Will Wildfire, the Thorougbbred; or, The Win- ning Hand. by Charles Morris. 148 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendless: Boy. By J. Aiexander Patten. 149 Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike; or, A Game of Gold. By Edward L. Wheeler. 150 Lance and Lasso; or, The Children of the Chaco. By Captain Fred. Whittaker. 151 Panther Paul the Prairie Pirate; or, Dainty Lance to the Rescue. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 152 Black Bess, Will Wildfire’s Racer; or, Winning Against Odds. By Charles Morris. 158 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon; or, The Outlaws of the Gold Hills, By Oll Coomes. 154 The Sword Hunters; or, The Land of the Ele- _phant Riders. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 155 Gold Trigger, the Sport; or, The Girl Avenger. By’ T..C: arbaugh. 156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The Picked Party. By Edward L. Wheeler. 157 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy; or, The Night-Hawks of Philadelphia. By Chas. Morris. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, the Trapper's- Trust. By Buffalo Bill. 159 The Lost tain; or, Skipper Jabez Coffin's Cruise to ger Open Polar dea. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. © 160 The Black Giant: or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. By Jos:ph E. Badger, Jr. 161 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective; or, Old Blakesly’s Money. By Edward.L. Wheeler. 162 Will Wildfire in the Woods: or, Camp Life in the: Alleghanies. By Charles Morris. 163 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger. By Olt Coomes. 164 Dandy Rock’s Pledge: or, Hunted to Death. By George Waldo Browne. 165 Billy Ba e. the Railroad Boy; or, Run to- Earth. By Charles Morris. 166 Hickory : or, the Trapper-Brigade’s Spy~ By Barry Bt. Goorge.
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— Pirates of the Mississippi. By Ed. Willett. 168 jpn | Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 169 Tornado Tom; or, Injun Jack from Red Core. By T. C, Harbaugh. 170 ‘A Trump Card;” or, Will Wildfire Wins and Loses. By Charles Morris. 171 Ebony Dar; or, The Rival Leagues of Silver Circle. By Frauk Dumont, 172 Thunderbolt Tom; or, The Wolf-Herder of the Rockies. By Harry St. George. 173 Dandy Rock’s Rival; or, The Hunted Maid of Taos. By George Waldo Browne. 174 Bob Rockett, the Boy Dodger; or, Mysteries of New York. By Charles Morris. 1%5 Captain Arizona, the King Pin of Road-Agents; . = : : or, Patent-Leather Joe’s Big Game. By Philip , 223 Ozark Alf, King of the Mountain; or, Feather- | S. Warne. 176 The Boy Runaway; or. The Buccaneer of the Bay. By Lieut. H. b. Perry, U.S. N. 177 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, The Scamps of the Sierras. By Edward L. Wheeler. 178 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper; or, The Dra- gon of Silver Lake. By Oll Coomes. 179 Bob Rockett, the Bank Runner; or, The Road to Ruin. By Charles Morr:s, 180 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. By Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S. N. 181 Wild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo; or, Lady Lily’s Love. By Edward L. Wheeler. 182 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain; or, The Oath of the Young Avengers. By Oll Coomes. 183 The Hidden Hand; or, Will Wildfire’s Revenge. By Charles Morris. 184 The Boy Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War- Path. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 185 Evil Eye. King of Cattle Thieves; or, The Vul- tures of the RioGrande. By F. Dumont, 186 Cool Desmond; or, The Gambler’s Big Game, By Col. Delle Sara, 187 Fred Halyard. the Life Boat Boy; or, The Smugglers of the Inlet, . By Charles Morris, 188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy; or, The Mad Hunter of Powder River. By T. C. Harbaugh. 189 Bob Rockett, the Cracksman; or, Driven to the Wall. By Charlies Morris. 190 my ig ale or, The Tigers of High Pine. By Wm, R, Eyster. 191 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed Thirteen. By Capt. A. B, Taylor. 192 Captain Kit, the Will-o’-the-Wisp; or, The Mys- tory. * Montauk Point. By Lieut. H. D. Perry, 198 Captain Mask, the Lady Sngs-Neomt or, Patent- Leather Joe’s Defeat. By P. S. Warne. 194 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide. By Capt. Alfred B. Taylor, U. 8. A. 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road. By Edward L, Wheeler. 196 Shadowed; or, Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life. By Charles Morris, 197 Little Grit, the Wild Rider; or, Bessie, the Siock-Tender’s Daughter. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. ‘ 198 Arkansaw, the Man with the Knife; or, The Queen of Fate’s Revenge. By T. C. Harbaugh. 199 Featherweight, the Boy Champion of the Musk- neu: or, On his Muscle, Wits and Honor. By Edward Wille’ t. 200 The Boy Bedouins; or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 201 Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 202 Prospect Pete, of the Boy pees or, The Young Outlaw Hunters. By Oll Coomes. 203 The Boy Pards; or, Dainty Lanee Unmasks. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 204 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit; or, the Kid-Glove Sport. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Adventure. By Ed. L. wheeler. 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King; or, Caught in His Own Trap. By Charles Morris. 207 Navajo Nick, the Boy Gold Hunter; or, The ‘Three Pards of the altic Buttes. By T. C. _ Harbaugh. > 208 The Boy Hercules; or, The Prairie Tramps. By Oil Coomes. 209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective; or, Dot Leetle Game Mit Rebecca. By E. L. Wheeler. 210 Faro Frank of High Pine; or, Dandy Darke’s Go-Down Pards. By Wm. R. Eyster. 211 Crooked Cale. the Caliban of Celestial City. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective; or, The eg of the Secret Brotherhood. By Charles orris. 213 Fritz to the Front; or, The Ventriloquist Scamp- ar er, Hunter, By Edward L. Wheel 214 Wolfgang, the Robber of the Rhine; or, The Youn Keni ht of the Crossicorde. Capt. Prod. wnt abi Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. eens SS 50—OGONom™mS,|] 167 Asa Scott, the Steamboat Boy; or, The Land 215 Captain Bullet, } i ’ | | : i : | 218 Tiger Tom, tie Texan Terror. | 219 Despard, the Duelist; or, The Mountain Vam- | | | | the Raider King; or, Little Topknot’s Crusade. By T. C. Harbaugh. 216 Bison Bill, the Prince of the Reins; 0:, The Red Riders oz the Overland. By Col. Prentiss Ingra- ham. 217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Prigand; or, Gypsy Jack from Jimtown. By Edward L. Wheeler, pires. By Philip S. Warne. 220 Tom Tanner, Scalawag and Scapegrace; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock. Warne. 221 Sugar-Coated Sam; or The Black Gowns of Grim Guich. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, weight Among the Outlaws. By Ed. Willett. 224 Dashing Dick; or, Trapper Tom’s Castle. By | Oll Coomes. 225 *>am Charcoal, the Premium Darky; or, How the Boy Got Even, By Chas. Morris, 226 Snoozer the Boy Sharp; or, The Arab Detective. | By Edward L. Wheeler. 227 Dusky Darrell, Trapper; or, The Green Ranger | of the Yellowstone. By Edwin Emerson. 228 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad; or, The Idyl of Echo Canyon. By Oll Coomes. 229 Crimson Kate. the Girl Trailer; or, The Cowboy's Triumph. By Col. P. Ingraham. 230 The Yankee Rajab; or, The Fate of the Black | Shereef. By C. Dunning Clark. 231 Plucky Phil, of the Mountain Trail; or, Rosa, the Red Jez-bel. By T. C, Harbaugh. 232 Gold Dust Dick; or, The Three Wild Men of Eagle Bar. By Edward L. Wheeler. 233 Joe Buck of Angels and His Boy Pard, Paul Powderhorn, By Albert W. Aiken, 234 Old Rocky’s “ Boyees;” or, Benito, the Young Horse-Breaker. By Maj. Sam §. Hall, “Buck- skin Sam.”’ 235 Shadow Sam the Messenger Boy; or, Turning | the Tables. By Charles Morris. 286 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado; or, Rowdy Kate from Right Bower. By Edward L. Wheeler. 237 Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain; or, The Mys- terious Ranchero. By Col. P. Ingraham, 238 The Parson Detective; or, Little Shocky, the | Ranger of Raven Roost. By Oll Coomes. 239 The Gold-seeker Guide; or, The Lost Mountain. By Captain Mayne Reid. 240 Orelone Kit, the Young Gladiator; or, The Lock- Valley. By Edward L. Wheeler. 241 Bill Bravo, and His Bear Pards; or, The Roughs of the Rockies. By T. C. Harbaugh. 242 The Two ‘ Bloods’; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang. By Charles Morris. 243 The Disguised Guide; or, Wild Raven, the Ran- g.rof the North. By Oll Coomes. 244 Sierra Sam, the Frontier Ferret; or, A Sister’s vevotion. By Edward L. Wheeler. 245 Merle, the mindy j or, The Heir of an Ocean Freelance. By ol. Prentiss Ingraham. 246 Giant George; or, The Ang’l of the Range. By Major Sam 8. Hall— Buckskia Sam.”’ 247 Old Grizzly and His Pets; or. The Wild Hunters of the Hills. By Captain “ Bruin” Adams. 248 Sierra Sam's Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints. By Edward L. Wheeler. 249 Milo Romer, the Animal King; or, The Round the World Wanderer. By Captain Fred Whittaker. 250 The Midshipman Mutineer; or, Brandt. the Buc- caneer. By Col. P. Ingraham. 251 Light-House Lige; or, Osceola, the Fire brand of the Everglades. By Captain J. F. C. Adams. 252 Dick Dashaway; or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago. By Charles Morris. 253 Sierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel of Big Vista. By Edward L. Wheeler. 254 The Half-Blood; or, The Panther of the Plains. By Edward 8. Ellis. : 255 Captain Apollo, the King-Pin of Bowie; or, Flash o’ Lightning’s Feuu. By T. C. Harbaugh. 256 Young Kentuck; or, The Red Lasso. By Cap- tain Mark Wilton. 257 The Lost Hunters; or, The Underground Camp. By Captain J. F. 6, Adams. 258 Sierra Sam's Seyen; or, The Stolen Bride. By Edward L. Wheeler. 259 The Golden Harpoon; or, Lost Among the Floes. By Roger Starbuck. 260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 261 Fergus Fearnanght, the New York Boy. B George L. Aiken, e 262 The Young Sharps; or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail. By Charles Morris. 263 Deadwood Dick’s Divide; or, The Spirit of Swamp Lake. By Edward L, Wheeler. 264 The Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treas- ure Island. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. By Oll Coomes, | By Philip S. | | 265 The Tiger Tamer; or, The League of the Jungle. / By Captain Frederick Whittaker. | 966 Killb’ar, the Guide; or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail. By Ensign CG. D. Warren. | 267 Tne Buckskin Detective; or, Claude Crecy. King of American Road-Agents. By T. C. Harbaugh. 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail; or, From Ocean to Ocean. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 270 Blizzard Ben, the Arizona Coston; or, The Riot at Keno Camp. By Capt. M. Wilton, 271 The Huge Hunter; or, The Steam Man of the Prairies. By Edward S. Ellis. | 272 Minkskin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter; or, Col- _ umbia Jim on the War-patb. By Oll Coomes. | 273 Jumbo Jo», the Boy Patrol; or, The Rival Heirs. By tdward L, Wheeler. | 274 Jolly Jim. the Detective Apprentice; or, Harry Keene's tig * Lay.””. By Charles Morris. 275 Arizona Jack; or, Giant George’s Tenderfoot Parc. By Buckskin Sam. 276 Merle Monte’s Cruise; or, The Chase of ‘‘ The Gold Ship.” By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam, | 277 Denver Doll, the Detective Queen; or, Yankee Eisler’s Big Surround. By Edward L. Wheeler. 278 The Three Trappers; or, The Mountain Monster. By Major L. W. Carson, | 979 Old Winch, the Rifle King; or, The Buckskin Des- | peradoes. By T. C. Harbaugh. | 980 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Pride. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. _, 281 Denver Doll's Victory; or, Skull and Cross-bones. By Edward L, Wheeler. | 282 The Typo Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. | By Edward Willett. 283 Indian Joe; or, The White Spirit of the Hills. By Major Lewis W. Carson. 284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge. By Gol. Prentiss Ingraham. | 285 Denver Doll's Decoy; or, Little Bill’s Bonanza. By Edward L, Wheeler. 286 Jos the Boy Tenderfoot; or, The Wild Men of Buzzard Bar. By Captain Mark Wilton. 287 Billy Blue-Eyes, the By Rover of the Rio Beanie: or, ‘I aeror Tom’s Thorny Trail. By Col. j Prentiss Ingraham. | 288 The Scalp King; or, The Human Thunderbolt, By Captain J. F. C. Adams, ° 289 Jolly Jim’s Job; or, The Young Detective’s Tri- wmph, By Charles Morris. ' 990 Little Foxfire. the Boy Spy; or, Old Caleb Ar- { buckle, Mountain Detective. By Oll Coomes, 291 Turk, the Boy Ferret. By E. L. Wheeler. | 292 Sancho Pero, the Boy Bandit; er, The Fighting Pards of Sierra Flat. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. | 293 Red Claw. the One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid | of the Cliff. By Captain Comstock. 294 Dynamite Dan; or, The Bowie Blade of Coche- topa. By T. C. Harbaugh. | 295 Fearless Phil; or, The King of Quaritzville. By | Edward Willett. 296 Denver Doll’s Drift; or, The Road Queen’s Big | Campaign. By E. L. Wheeler. 297 The Tarantula of Taos; or, Giant George’s Re- | venge. By Buckskin Sam. 298 The Water Hound; or, The Young Thorough- | bred. By Charles Morris. | 299 A No. 1 the Dashing Toll-Taker; or, The School- marm o’ Sassafras. By E. L. Wheeler. 300 The Sky Demon; or, Rainboli, the Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 201 Leadville Nick, the Boy Sport; or, The Mad Miner’s Vengeance. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. | 302 The Mountain Detective; or, The Bully of Trig- ger Bar. By T. C. Harbaugh. 903 "Liza Jane, the Girl Miner; or, The Iron-Nerved } Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler. | 304 The Dead Shot Dandy; or, Benito, the Boy Bu- gler. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 305 Dashaway of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker City. By Chas. Morris. 4 306 Neck-Tie Neg. the Lariat Thrower; or, The Dug- Out Pards. “By Maj. Henry B. Stoddard. 807 The Strange Pard: or, Little Ben’s Death Hunt. | By Buckskin Sam. 308 Keno Kit, the Boy Bugler’s Pard; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Double. By Col. P. Ingraham, 809 Deadwood Diek’s ig 3 Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon. By Ed. L. Wheeler. | 310 The Barranca Wolf; or, The Beautiful Decoy. By Joseph D. Badger, Jr. | $11 The Roving Sport; or, The Bride of Chuckaluck Camp. By E ward Willett. | 312 Reatop Rube, the Vigilante Prince; or, the Black Regulators of Arizona, By Major E. L. St. Vrain. $13 Cimarron Jack, the King Pin of Rifle-Shots; or, The Phantom Tracker. By Fred Dewey. 814 The Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler's Long Trail. By Col. P. Ingraham. . 315 Ned, the Cabin Boy; or, The Witch of the Haunted Fort. By Jack Farragut
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916 Old Eclipse, Trump Card of Arizona; or, Little Snap Shot's Horse Hunt. By T. C. Harbaugh. 817 Peacock Pete,the Lively Lad from Leadville, By | Lieut, Alfred Thorne. 318 Ket-Whoop, Ker Whoo! or, The Tarantula of Taos on the War-Path. By Buckskiu Sam, 319 The Black Rider; or, Tbe Horse Thieves’ League. | By Joseph E. Badger, Jr, 320 The Sea Sorceress; or, Lieutenant Ned, the Boy Skipper. !:y Jack Farragut. 821 Deadwood Dick's Dozen; or. The Fakir of Phan- tom Flats. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 822 Nemo, the Detective; or. Kit Kenyon’s Ven- detta. By Edward Willett. 323 Arkansaw Jack. of the Man-Hunters; or, the | Scourge of the Mines. By Harry Hazard. 324 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective: or, Tracking the Foxes to Earth. By C. Morris. 3% Kelley, Hickey & Co., the Detectives of Phila- delphia; or, Satan's Social. By Edward L. Wheeler. 626 The Ten Pards; or, The Terror of Take-Notice. By T. C. Harbaugh. 327 Creeping Cat, the Caddo; or, The Red and White Pards. By Buckskin Sam. 3 8 The Sky Detective; or, A Boy's Fight for Life ; and Honor. By Major Mickey Free. 329 Red-Skin Tom; or, The Demon’s Trail. By Harry Hazard. 330 Little Quick-Snot, the Scarlet Scout: or, The Dead Face of Daggersviile. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 331 Black Nick, the Demon Rider; or, The Mountain | Queen’s Warning. By Captain Fred Whittaker. 382 Frio Fred; or, The Tonkaway’s Trust. By Buckskin Sam. 333 Brimstone Bob, and His Lightning Horse Quar- tette; or, Lg ae Bragg s Ride to Tombstone. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. 334 Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner. By Edward L. Wheeler. 335 Old Double Fist; or, The Strange Guide. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 336 Big Benson, the Brazos Bombshell; or, The Queen of the Lasso. By T. C, Harbaugh. 337 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop. By W. J. Hamilton. 3388 A Tough Boy; or, The Dwarf’s Revenge. By Philip 8. Warne. 339 Kangaroo Kit’s Racket; Out. By Edward L. Wheeler. 340 Clip, the Contortionist; or, The Vigilantes of | Montana. By Edward Willett. 341 Tony Thorn, the Vagabond Detective; or, Run- ning Down a Rogue. By Charles Morris. 342 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack, the Out- law Captain, By Harry Hazard. 343 Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Blood; or, ‘‘ Work- ing-Up” a Difficult Case. By Ed. L. Wheeler, 344 The hting Trio; or, Rattlesnake, the Tonk- away. Buckskin Sam. 345 Pitiless Mat, the White Slayer; or, Red Thunder- bolt’s Secret. By T. C. Harbaugh. 246 Rapier Raphael. or, The Swordsmen of Zacate- cas. By Major H. B, Stoddard, Ex-Scout. 347 Deadwood Dick's Ducats; or. Rainy Days in the Diggings. By Edward L,’ Wheeler. 348 Fireheels; or, Old Skinflint, the Death-Shadow. by Roger Starbuck, 349 Wild Wolf, the Waco; or, Big-Foot Wallace to the Front. By Buckskin “4 ay 350 Red h, the River Roy ; ther’ eee By Ned Buntlio er or, The Brother’s 351 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta, By Edward L. Wheeler, 352 Tombstone Tom, the Arizona Bo “ d’’; or, ‘The Hyena from Haru Luck. By oe Er. L. St. Vrain. 853 The Reporter Detective; or, Fred , fc zard, By Charles Morris. ’ zae's Bits 354 Big Horn Ike, the Hill Tramp; or, T Pards, By Roger Starbuck. tte Odd 355 The King of the Woods; or, Daniel Boone’ Trail. py Jouegh E. Badger, Jr. gaan 356 Cool Sam and Pard; or, The Terrible Six Texas. By T. 0. Harbaugh. a 357 The Ranch Raiders; or, The Siege of Fort Pur- a at By buckskin Sam. irst-Class Fred, the Gent from Gopher; er, The Deadly D : t Bar. By Wheeler ; rop from Brimstone bar y EE, 359 Durango Dave. the Young Champion Wrestler: or, The Go! jo § Ls St Vrain lorado Song Queen. By Major E. 1, 369 Silver-Mask, the Man of Mystery; or, The Cross of the Golden Keys. ‘By IC. Cowdrick. 361 The Phantom Light-House; or. “ Black Rock,” a ne pple ge Spy. By Roger Starbuck. , vadwood Dick's Claim; or, The Fairy Face of ‘i hb t wy By Edward L. Wheeler. ttle Tornado; or, of the Glen. By Philp s. thes The Outecasts 364 Sn ot, the . cg Sing By wee Ranger; or, The Snake and or, The Pride of Played- | . 365 Baltimore Ben, the Bootblack Detective: or, The Fortunes of an: Orphan Girl. By Anthony P. | Morris. 866 Velvet Fo:t, the Indian Detective; or, The Taos | liger. By x. C. Harbaugh. | 367 Wide-Awake Joe; or, A Boy of the Times. By Charles Morris. | 868 Yreka Jim, the Gold-Gatherer; or, The Lottery of Life. By Edward L. Wheeler. | 869 Shasta, the Gold King; or, For Seven Years | Dead. By J. Cv. Cowarick. 870 Breaker Ben, the Reef- Runner; or, the Telltale Hand. By Roger Starbuck. Major E. L. St. Vrain. 872 Yreka Jim’s Prize; or, The Wolves of Wake- Up. By E. L. Wheeler. 873 Little Jingo; or, The Queer Pard, By Philip 8S. Warne. 874 Gold Dust Tom; or, Ambergris Ben’s Double Match. By George Henry Morse. By Buckskin Sam. 876 California Joe’s First Trail. A Story of the De- stroying Angels. By Colonel Thomas Hoyer j Moonstery. | 877 Bonodel, the Bcy Rover; or, The Flagless Schooner. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. | 878 Nabob Ned; or, The Secret of Slab City. By j Edward L. Wheeler. vard., By Charles Morris. / 880 Avalanche Alf, the Foothills Guide; or, The Snow-Prisoners of Colorado. St. Vrain. 881 Bandera Bill; or, Frio Frank to the Front. By Buckskin Sam. 882 Cool Kit, the King of Kids. By Edward L. Wheeler. 883 The Indian Pilot; or, The Search for the Pirate Island. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham, 884 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero. By Oll Coomes. 885 Yreka J’'m’s Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nose. By E. L. Wheeler. 886 Captain Cutlass, the Ocean Spider; or, The Buc- caneer’s Girl Foe. By 1. C. Harbaugh, Guide. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, | 888 Little Oh-my; or, Caught in His Own Trap. By Philip S, Warne, 889 Bicycle Ben; or, The Lion of Lightning Lode. By Edward L. Wheeler, ’ 890 Jaguar Joe; or, The Rivals of Barrel Gulch. By Maj. E. L. St. Vrain. ; 891 Kid-Glove Kit; or, Dainty Danford’s Vow. By H. B. Stoddard, Ex-Scout,. 392 Romeo and the Reds; or, The Beleagured Ranch. By Buckskin Sam. 893 The Boy Lieutenant; or, The Red Clasped Hands. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 894 Yreka Jim of Yuba Dam. By Edward L. Wheeler. | 895 California Joe’s War Trail; or, The Minnesota Massacre. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 896 Rough Rob, of Dynamite; or, The Twin Cham- pions of Blue Blazes. By T. C. Harbaugh. 397 Bob 0’ the Bowery; or, The Prince of Mulberry Street. By Jo Pierce, of the New York Detec- tive Force. 898 Kid-Glove Kit and Pard; or, The Gold King of Weird Canyon. By Maj. H. B. Stoddard. 899 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Men of Death Canyon. By Col. A’ F. Holt. 400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective. By Ed- ward L. Wheeler. 401 Little Shoo-Fly; or, A Race for a Ranch. By Philip S. Warne. 402 Jsodor, the Young Conspirator; or, The Fatal League. By Col. P. Ingraham. | 408 Firefly Jack, the River-Rat Detective. By Charles Morris. | 404 Little Lariat; or, Pecan Pete’s B ] : By Buckskin Sam. ig Rampage 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. By Edward L. | Wheeler. 406 The Mad Man-Hunter; or, Mystery of Golden Guleb. By Maj. H. B. Stoddard, Ex Scout. 407 The Boy Insurgent; or, The Cuban Vendetta. _ By Col. P. Ingraham. 408 LittJe Leather-Breeches; or, Old Jumbo’s Curse. By Philip 8. Warne. 409 Hercules, the Dumb Destroyer; or, Dick, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes 410 Deadwood Dick's Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joati Porter. By Edward L. Wheeler. See 411 The Silken Lasso; or, The Rose of Ranch Robin. By T. C. Harbaugh. 412 The Wild Yachtsman; or, The Cruise of the War-Cloud. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 413 Billy Bombshell, the Cliff Climber. By Frank 8. Winthro ip. Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. | 871 Kingbolt Chris, the Young Hard- Shell Detec- — tive; 9 The Solid Man From Slow-Coach. By | 375 Chiota, the Creek; or, The Three Thunderbolts. | 379 Larry, the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Boule- By Major E. L. | 887 Warpath Will, the Boy Phantom; or, The Traitor | 414 The Daisy from Denver; or, The Renegade Red. By Buckskin Sam. 415 The Vagabond Detective; or, Bowe Bob's Boom. By Jo Pierce, of the N. Y. Detective } Force. 416 High Hat Harry, the Base-Ball Detective; or, The Sunken Treasure. By E. L. Wheeler. | 417 Webfoot Mose. the Tramp Detective; or, The ) Boy Bear-Slayer of the Sierras. Ky Oll Coomes. 418 Felix Fox. the Boy Spotter; or, The Gold Gang of New York. By T. ©. Harbaugh. | 419 The Knife King; or, The Doomed Six of Syl- ! vania. By A. F. Holt. 420 The De‘ective’s Apprentice; or, A Boy Without a Name. By J. C. Cowdrick. 421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A Cute Case. By E. L. Wheeler. 422 Baby Sam, the Boy Giant of the Yellowstone. By Oll Coomes. 423 The Lost Finger; or, The Entrapped Cashier. By Charles Morris. | 424 Cibuta John, the Prickly Pear from Cactus Plains; or, Red-Hot Times at Ante-Bar. By J. C. Cowdrick. ' 425 Texas Trump, the Border Rattler; or, Big Stakes and a Bold Game. By T. C. Harbaugh. 426 Sam Slabsides, the Beggar-Boy Detective; or, The Blind Man’s Vengeance. By Edw L. Wheeler. 427 The Three Trailers; or, Old Rocky on the Ram- page. By Buckskin Sam. 428 Fred Flyer, the Bounding Boy of the Star; or, The Reporter Detective. By Charles Morris. 429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee. By Colonel P. Ingraham. : f , 480 Deadwood Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand. By Edward L. Wheeler. | 431 Little Ah Sin; or, The Curse of Blood. By P. 8. | Warne. / 482 Invincible Logan, the Pinkerton Ferret; or, Three Against One. By Charles Morris. 433 A Cabin Boy’s Luck; or, Captain Carl, the Cor- sair. By Col. Prenti-s Ingraham. , 434 Jim Beak and Pal, Private D tectives; or, Play- ing Three Hands. By E. L. Wheeler. | 485 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods; or, The } Crooked Trail. By A. f. Holt. 436 Phil Flash, the New York fox; or, The Mystery of Room 21. By T. C. Harbaugh. _ | 487 The Sea Raider; or, The Hawks of the Hook. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 438 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher; or, A Son’s Vengeance, By E. L. Wheeker. 439 Sandy tam, the Street Scout. By J. C. Cow- drick. 440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid: or, Old Wildfire’s Treasure. By Arthur ©. Grissom. 441 The pepe oe Firefly; or, A Middy'’s Vengeance. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. | 442 Bluff Bill; or, The Lynx of the Leona. By Buckskin Sam, 443 Deadwood Dick, Jr.; or, The Sign of the Crim- son Crescent. By E. L. Wheeler. 444 Little Buckskin, the Young Prairie Centaur; or, Old Kit Bandy, the Border Sleuth. By Oll Coomes. 445 The City Vampires; or, Red Rolfe’s Pigeon. By T. C. Harbaugh. 446 Haphazard Harry; or, The Scapegrace of the Sea. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. | 447 New York Nat, the Knife Detective. By Albert | W. Aiken. 448 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Defiance; or, Nickel-Plate Ned. By Edward L. Wheeler. 449 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective; or, The | Brand-Burner’s Daughter. By J. E. Badger, Jr. , 450 Wizard Will, the Wonder-Worker; or, The Boy | Ferret of New York. By Col. P. Ingraham. _ 451 Colorado Kate; or, Foul Piay and Fair. By P. | S. Warne. : , 452 Hotspur Bob. the Street Boy Detective; or, Bhe : Mayor of Canyon City. By Jo Pierce. 453 Deadwood Dick Jr's Full Hand; or, Sunflower j Sam, of Shasta. By Edward L. Wheeler. 454 Wizard Will’s Street Scouts; or, The Boy Detec- ' tives’ League. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. ' 455 Little Lone Star; or, The Belle of the Cibolo. } By Buckskin Sam. 456 Billy Brick, the Jolly Vagabond; or, A Hard Nut to Crack. By Chas. Morris. _ 457 Wingedfoot Fred; or, Old Polar Sol from the : Northwest. By Oll Coomes. 458 New England Nick; or The Fortunes of a | Foundling. By A. W. Aiken. 459 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Round-Up; or, Flush Fan, the Ferret. By Edward L. Wheeler. 460 The Lawyer's Shadow; or, Level Headed Luke's Legacy. By Jo Pierce. 461 One Against Fifty; or, The Las@ Man of Keno Bar. By T. C. Harbaugh. i } 462 The Born Guide; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer. By Col. P. Ingrabam. > i ai 463 Tamarac Tom, the Big Trapper ; or, The | Old Walruses o’ the Woods. By Ol Gonnd
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484 Nimble Nick. the Circus Prince. By A. W. Aiken. 465 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at Claim No, 10; or, Phile Fly, of Phenix. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive. By C. Morris. Disco Dan, the Daisy Dude; ‘or, The Twins of Poor-Man’s Find. By J. C. Cowdrick. Neptune Ned, the Boy Coaster; or, A Pirate in Spite of Himself. By Col. Prentiss Yngraham. e Rival Giants of Nowhbar’; or, The Brother’s League. x J. W. Osbon. 470 The Boy Shadow: or Felix Fox’s Hunt for the Nabob. By T. C. Harbaugh. 471 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral; or, Bozeman BiH of Big Brace. By E. L. Wheeler. 474 Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King; or, Black Jack's Boom. By Jo Pierce. 473 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River Epidemic; or, Laramie Joe’s Forest Pards. By Oll Coomes. 474 Flora the Flower Girl; or, Wizard Will’s Vaga- bond Pard. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 475 The Black Ship. 1, tet S. Warner. 474 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Dog Detective; or, Humboldt 467 468 469 H , the Hurricane. By Edward L. Wheeler. 47 The lsior Sport; or, The Washington Spot- ter. By T. C. Harbaugh. 47% Tangemund, the Desert Detective: or, Apache ‘ack’s White Trail. By Frederick Dewe ieee n 47% Detective Dodge; or, The Mystery o Hearty. By Charles Morris. 480 we ~~ Pards; or, The Pets of Paddy’s Flat. . 8. Warne. 481 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Deadwood; or, Moll Mys- tery. By E. L. Wheeler. 48% Stonewall Bob, the Boy La oye or, The Search for the Hidden Cache. By Oll mes. | 488 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard will’s Last Case. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 484 Comanche Dick and Yankee Eph’s Prairie Cruise. . Ingraham. 488 W Dick Racket; or, How He Fought for Honor. By Chas. Morris. The Diamond Sport; or, The Double Face of Bed Rock. By Wm. G. Patren. 490 Broadway Billy, the Bootblack Bravo; or, Brought to Bay by a Bold Boy. By J. C. Cow- drick. . 491 Deadwood Dick Jr.’s Compact; or, Prince Pis- tol, the King of the West. By FE. L. Wheeler. 492 Git Thar Owney’s Pledge; or. The Owls’ Nest Ugly Brood. By Geo. C. Jenks. 493 Taos Ted, the g Phone . art or, Boston Bob’s Checkmate. albert W. Aiken. 494 Surly Sim, the Young Ferryman Detective; or, The Black Bluffs Mystery. By Jo Pierce. 495 Arizona Joe, the Boy Pard of Texas Jack. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. eadwood Dick Jr.’s Inheritance; or, Monte Cristo, Jr. By E. L. eeler. 497 Buck Taylor, ny He the Cowboys; or, The Raiders and the ers. By Col. Prentiss In- am. 498 us Burr, the Man from Hard Luck; or, Cap- tain No Name’s Mission. hf J. W. Osbon. 499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport; or, the Girl Protegee of Red Flash. By T.C. Harbaugh. 600 Deadwood Dick’s Diggings, or, Doctor Death . By E. L. Wheeler. y arpe 0 » # 602 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret; or, The League of New York. 508 The Royal rosa? Boe or, Caught in the Spider's Web. By Jo Pierce, : 505 Powell’s Pard; One-Armed Giant. By toddard, Ex-Scout. or H. B.S 606 Redlight bine the Prince of the Road; or, A Wild Night’s Wild Work. By J. C. Cowdrick. 607 The Hunted Ly greet or,; The Young Sea i re r. By Col. P. pgrabam. wood Dick’s Deliverance; or, Fatal Foot- pons. By E. L. Wheeler. 609 Jack Jaggers, the Butcher Boy Detective. By Jo Pierce. 610 my Lome the Half-Breed Detective. By A. : en. 511 The Outlaw “middy; or, the Young Patriot Sea 612 Dod T Dick the Wh Ser Dikeliies or, Jack cK, é 3 ’ °’ Dasmonds and his G@ ame. By T.C. Harbaugh. 618 The Demon Doctor; or. Deadhold, the Kid Be tective. By George C. Jenks wa; Girl Gold Miner. By E. er. 616 Tartar Tim; or, Five Points Phil's Menagerie. By Jo Pierce. Jim Gladdea's Deputy; The Jolly Pard’s All- ie Gampaize. By P. 8. Warne. te eRe lt Sy AW: Sikes 7 as ~ ~emetenede or, Five in One. By Wm. G. 520 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow; or, A Crimson Trail. By Col. P. Ingrabam. 521 Dodger Dick’s Best Dodge; or, The Gold Gang of Gotham. By T. OC. Harbaugh. 822 Dead wood Dick’s Three; or, The “ Bellerin’ Bull” of Bismarck. By E. L. Wheeler. 523 The Dandy Sport; or, The King Pin Conspirator. ay Col. A. F. Holt. 5% The Engineer Detective; or, Redlight Ralph’s Resolve. By J. C. Cowdrick. 625 Brothers in Buckskin; or, Tangled Trails in Texas. By Col. P. Ingraham. 526 North River Nat, the Pier Detective; or, Five Points wie? ee | Skirmish. By Jo. Pierce. 527 The Jolly Pards to the Rescue; or, The Jack of Hearts. By P. 8. Warne. 528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shadows; or, Trapping for HumanGame. By T.C. Harbaugh. 529 Deadwood Dick's Danger Ducks; or, The Owls of Oregon. By E. L. eeler. 620 The Buexskin Bowers; or, The Cowboy Pirates of the Rio Grande. By Col. P. Ingraham. 531 Daisy Dare, the Sport from Denver; or, The Toll Takers of Colorado. By W. G. Patten. 532 The Cowboy Duke; or, Lasso Leuis’s Strange Mission. 4 E. B. Forrest. 533 Wrestling Rex, the Pride of the Sixth Ward; or, or Points Phil and the Birds of Prey. By Jo. erce. 534 Deadwood Dick’s Death Hunt; or, The Way of the Transgressor. By EB. L. Wheeler. 535 The Buckskin Rovers; or, The Prairie Fugitive. By Col. P. Ingraham. 536 Broadway Billy's “* Diffikilty ”; or, Old Rodman’s Millions. By J. C. Cowdrick. 587 Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow; or, Against Desperate Odds. By John W. Osbon. 1888 Dodger Dick, the Dock Ferret; or, The Trail of a Missing Hand. By T. C. Harbaugh. 689 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Texas; or, The Ghouls of Galveston. By E. L. Wheeler. 640 Captain Ku Klux, the Marauder of the Rio; or Tbe Buckskin Pard’s Strange Quest. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 641 Jeff Flicker, the Stable Boy Detective; or, The Lively Racket in Jericho. By Jo Pierce. 842 The Canyon Pards; or, Cimarron Jack's Last Hunt. By Fred Dewey. 543 Dodger Dick's Double; or, The Rival Boy Deteo- tives. By T: C. Harbaugh. 544 Deadwood Dick Jr., the Wild West Vidocg; or, Leonora the Locator. By E. L. Wheeler. 845 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte; or, The Buc- caneers of Barrataria. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 846 Captain Cactus, the Chaparral Cock; or, Josh Peppermint’s Ten Strike. By Lieut, A. K. Sims. 547 Sandy Andy; or, A Good Down. By P.8 arne. 848 Mart, the Night Express Detective; or, The Mys- tery at Springside. By J. C. Cowdrick. 549 Deadwood Dick on His Mettle; or, Captain Crim- son-Cowl, the Road Raider. By i. L. Wheeler. 550 Lafitte’s Legacy; or, The Avenging Son. Col. P. Ingraham. 551 Nick Nettle, the Boy Shadow; or, The Old Well Mystery. By Jo Pierce. 652 Ariel the Athlete; or, the Ring Detective’s Trans- formation. By David Druid. By P. 8. Warne. 657 Broadway Billy’s Death Racket; or, The Street Sleuth’s Wake. By J. C. Cowdrick. 658 The Sure Shot Pards; or, The Marked Thirteen. By A. C. Grissom. 559 Harlem Jack, the Office Bov Detective; or, The Cousin's Crime. By Jo Pierce. 560 Pawnee Bill, the Prairie Shadower; or, The Gold pit ueen's Secret. By Ool. P. h ood Dick in Boston; or, The Cool Case wi c on; or, The E see f F oring Basil, he Hermit Bo: underin , the Hermit Trapper; Or. Fee Bad “Ga from Wapsipinnicon, es oul mes. 863 Dodger Dick, the Boy Vidocq; or, The Gang of Three. By T. C. Dna 564 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner; or, The Man with- out a Past. By J. W. Osbon. 565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King; or, The Owls of the Overland. By Col. P. Ingraham. 666 The Secret Service Boy Detective; or, Tony Blink’s First Scoop. 7 C. Morris. 567 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Philadelphia; or, The " Wild West Detective among the Crooks. By EK. 508 The Dandy of Dod Rustling for Milli e t) ge; or, Rustling for ons. By A. K. Sims. 669 eto Ben, The On-his-own-hook Detective; or, Ned Chester’s Very Bad Case. By Jo. Pierce. 870 Camill Ou ; or, The Skeleton Trail y Col. P. Ingraham T. O. Harbaugh. BEADLE’S*« H ALF- DIME* LIBRARY. ublished Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. No Double Numbers. 574 Old Weasel-Top, the Man with the Dogs; or, Sandy Andy’s Life Run. By P. 8. Warne. 575 The Surgeon-Sc ut Detective; or, Running Down the King. By Col. P. Ingraham. 876 The Silver port; or, Josh Peppermint’s Jubilee. By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 877 Pavement Pete, the Secret-Sifter; or, Mrs. Ingle’s Suspicious acer By Jo. Pierce. 578 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Afloat; or, The Prisoner of sr ihe Weird Isles. By E. L. Wheeler. satin e Chimney Spy; or, Broadway s Su Party. By 3. @ Gowdrick. of testias 580 The Outcast Cadet; or, The False Detective. By Col. P. Ingraham. - 581 Double-Curve Dan, the Pitcher Detective; or, Against Heavy Odds. By Geo. O. Jenks. 582 er Dick’s Drop; or, The Man From Jersey. By TO. Harbaugh.’ . 583 Saffron Sol, the Man With a Shadow; or, The Tigers of No Man’s Land. By Lieut. A. K. Rims. 584 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Denver; or, Cool Kate, The Queen of Crooks. By E. L. Wheeler. 585 Will Waters, the Boy Ferret; or, Marked With ea Triangle. By H. Enton. 586 The Buckskin Avenger; or, Pawnee Bill's Pl 4 By Col. P. Ingraham. 3 587 Old Bombshell, the Ranger Detective; or, The _ Bad Man of White Hoss. By Wm. G. Patten. 688 Jack O’Lantern, the Under-Sea r; or MMM Meroe 589 Tom Cat and Pard; or, The Dead-Set at Silver City. By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 690 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Decree; or, The Prince of Purgatory Pass. By E. L. Wheeler. 591 Delmonte, the Young Sea Rover; or, The Aveng- ing Sailor. By Col. P. Ingraham. 592 The Boy Pinkerton; or, How Tom Hildreth Run the Rascals Out. By J. C. Cowdrick. 593 Keen Clem, the Ranch Imp; or, Jim Reardon's Big Trouble. By P. 8. Warne. 594 Little Lon. the Street-Singer Detective; or, Kit Christopher’s Missing Link. By T. C. Harbaugh. 595 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Beelzebub's Basin; or, The Old Man of Mount Mab. By E. L. Wheeler. 596 Jimmy the Kid; or, A Lamb Among Wolves. By Charles Morris. 597 The Young Texan Detective; or, The Black Bravos. By Col. P. Ingraham. 598 Flute, the Singer Detective; or, Git Thar Owney in a New Role. By Geo. C. Jenks. 599 Jim Dandy, the No-Name Sport; or, Ha Harry’s Hurrah Pards. By P. BR Warne. esis Deadwood Dick Jr. at Coney Island; or, * Piping ” of Polly Pilgrim. By E. L. 601 Happy Hans, the Dutch Vidocq; or, Red-Hot Times at Round-up. By Lieut, my K. Sima, 602 The Vagabond of the Mines. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham, 608 Wide-Awake Bert, the Street Steerer. By Jo Pierce. 600 The er. 604 Iron Fern, the Man of Fire; or, The Dove Among the Vultures. By Wm. G. Patren. 605 William O’Broadway; or, The Boy Detective’s Big Inning. By J. C. Cowdrick. 606 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Leadville Lay; or, Bristod and Bucket’s Boom. By E. L. Wheeler. 607 The Rover Detective; or, Keno Kit’s Champions. By Col. P. Ingraham. 608 The Pitcher Detective’s Foil; or, Double-Curve Dan's Double Play. By Geo. C. Jenks, 609 Bolly Dorrit, the Veteran Detective: or, Little | Lightning's Invincibles, By John W. Osbon. 610 Old Skinner, the Gold Shark; or, Tony Sharp om Guard. By T, 0, Harbaugh. Ready April 2. 611 Bildad Barnacle, the Detective Hercules; or, The Tusele at Table Mountain. By Lieut. A. K! 8. Ready April 9. 612 Dead Di .in Detroit; or, Turn the wood ck Jr. in L. Wheel ing Tables on Satan, By Edward er Ready April 16. ; 618 sag | Blazes; or, The Skeleton’s Strange Legacy. ge . 8. Warne, ady April 23, 614 Whistling Jacob, the Detective’s Aid; or, The - Queer Combination. By JoPiercn * ' : Ready 1 80, Apri 615 Fighting Harry, the Chief of Chained Cyclone Fighting Heathen Chines's Mission’ By J, @ Cowdrick. Ready May 7. A new tssus every Tussday. The Half-Dime Library is for sale by o® Newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail, on receipt of six cents each, BEADLE & ADAMS, Publishers. 96 William street, New York.