Fame And Fortune Weekly (no. 1038) (1925 08 21)

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na¢3 AUGUST 21, 1925 Sala _BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY. A FIGHT FOR MONEY, OR,FROM SCHOOL TO WALL STREET. - " »{'See,” said Arthur, raising the corner of the rug and exposing a number of bills, “here is money Ne took.” Sol Eccles was furious. He tried to spring at the young messenger, but was prevented by the two clerks.

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t H FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY “- ¥agued weekly—Subscription price, $4.00 per wears MP cn $4.50; Foret $5.00. Harry E. Wolff, haere cne., 166 ; Wes t 23d 8 P ? tered ‘as Second- Class 1911, Street, New York, N. ¥ / the Post-Office at New yen N. ‘NEW YORK, AUGUST 21, 1925 No. 1038 ee al Matter, October 4, . under the Act of March 3, 1879. Price 8 Cents. A FIGHT FOR MONEY OR, FROM SCHOOL TO WALL STREET By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER TI.—Leaving School. '. “Say, Art, I’ve been looking for you all over the grounds,” said Bob Barker, as Arthur. Gage . Issued from the gymnasium of Berkeley Academy with a baseball bat in his hand. “What for?” asked Art, a bright-looking boy of sixteen. “De, Mallet wants to see you in* his. study, Yight away.” - “That so? I wonder what he wants with me?” “Couldn’t say. He told me to find you and send you to him.” “AN right. I was just going over to the ie b ‘mond, to practice with our team. ‘Take my bat over, will you, like a good fellow? Tell the boys V’ll be there as soon as I can.” Bob nodded and Arthur turned away and: start- _ ed forthe doctor’s office. Berkeley Academy was a select school for boys, situated on the suburbs _ of a small town in New York State, and Arthur Gage was regarded by the principal and the _ faculty as one of its brightest and most promis- _ ing pupils. He was the son of the cashier of a New York trust company, and life as far as he knew it had been a sunny dream. Things had always come his way, and he had never known what it was to want for anything since he was born. That doesn’t mean that his father was As ieee as wealth goes these days. Mr. Gage Was simply what might be, termed well-to-do. He lived in a brownstone hougSe on West Seventy-> third Street, which, however, he didn’t, own, and ‘tried to enjoy life as most men do who have a good, steady position. with a comfortable salary attached. He had been the eashier of the trust company for fifteen years or more, and the presi- dent and officers reposed the utmost confidence in him. Apparently he was well fixed for life. Arthur was in his second year at the academy, me .d it was ‘his father’s intention to send him to rineeton College when he graduated. Bob Barker, his chum at the school, also ex- ected to go to Princeton at the same time, and they often talked about the fine times they ex- pected to have together when’they came to board in that ancient Peas The two boys shared the a, in the dermitory building, and were grainy ly tog ectice during the time Batted Os office he wondered why Dr. Mallet had sent for him. <A student was only called to the doctor’s study for some important reason, such as if he was persistently neglectful of his studies, or had broken some strict rule of the school, or was wanted for some other special reason. As Art was always.well up in his studies, .and never trangressed any of the academy regulations, it was not for either of these reasons that the doc- tor wanted to sea him. Art knocked on the principal’s door and was told to enter. He did so, and then Dr. Mallet, with a grave face, point- ed to a chair beside his desk. “T’ve just received a letter from your mother, Arthur, and she tells me to send you home at once.” “At once, sir?” gasped the boy. “At once,” replied the professor. “Has anything happened to my father?” nuke ed Art, with an effort and a frightened look. “I’m afraid there has.” “Is he dead?” fluttered the boy, turning acca J ly pale. “Not that I Rs, aware of.” “Then he is sick—very sick, I suppose ?” “No, that isn’t the trouble. It is something more serious than that.” “How can it be when you say he is not dead, SO ae e: — vague tte “My dear boy, there are some thin even than death.” ee “Worse than death! mean,” said the lad. “It is best that you should know the truth-now, here in my study, than learn it on the train from the public print, as you could searcely fail to do.” Art, with a bewildered look on his face, stared, helplessly at Dr. Mallet. “Your father has suddenly disappeared,” wit on the doctor. F “Suddenly disappeared!” “Yes, and the newspapers say that half a ein: lion dollars in cash disappeared at the same time from the vaults of the trust company of which he is cashier. No one but the president of the com- pany and your father knew the combination of I do not know what you the big steel safe, and none but they had access ~ to the vault. Under these circumstances your father’s unexplainable absence, together with the equally snexplaialaie shortage of the funds,” ee

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ve t z _elear sky. His brain was in a whirl. ° 2 fi CHT FER MONEY — sven rise toa strong suspicion that, I regret to fave to tell you, your father took the money and fied to parts unknown with it.” “My father a thief!” flashed Art. Tl not believe it.” : *For your sake, as well as his own, I hope he is not.” “Has the president of the trust company ac- cused him of taking the money?” said Art, in- dignantly. - “Here is a New York paper with the particu- Jars as far as the press has been able to get at the facts. You had better read it for yourself. It will tell you all I know about the matter my- self. After you have read the story you had better go to your room and pack your trunk. Here is money sufficient to defray your expenses home. I have arranged for you to have vour supper in the refectory at five o'clock. At half- past five your trunk will be sent to the station. ~The next train for New York will stop here at 6:50. I am sorry to have you leave us, Arthur, for you are one of our best students; but I am more than sorry that you leave under such dis- couraging conditions. Perhaps the mystery of your father’s disappearance, as well as that of the money. may be cleared up satisfactorily, and J sincerely hope it may. In that event I shall expect to see you back again.” Arthur rose from the chair like one in a dream, walked unsteadily toward the window, and opened the newspaper. On the first page, in staring big “headlines, he read: _ “The Atlas Trust Company in trouble. Its “eashier, Frank Gage, and half a million of money mysteriously missing. President Mallison opti- mistic but reticent. The news creates consider- able excitement in Wall Street, but the solvency of the company is not generally questioned.” “Never. Then followed the details in small type, and it was not*pleasant reading for Arthur, for the “evidence seemed to show that #Frank Gage was an abseonder and a thief. The boy read every word carefully from first to last, in the hope that he might find a silver lining to the dark cloud that overshadowed his father’s good name, but he was disappointed. While the paper did not brand his father absolutely as a thief in so many words, the -implication was there in cold type, just the same. . Several detectives were hunting for the missing man, and incidentally the missing funds, and it was hoped that both would be found within a short time. When Art finished the story he crushed the paper in his hand, dropping it on the floor, and he was leaving the doctor’s study in. a dazed way, when the principal called him “back and told him that he had forgotten to take the money that was to carry him to New York. “Mechanically the pocketed it, bade the doctor good-by, and slowly left the study. He went di- rectly to his own room and began to pack his _ trunk. He hardly seemed to realize what he was doing, for he was stunned by the blow which had » fallen on him and his mother like a bolt out of a This was the first jolt he had ever experienced, and for that reason he could not understand | its. real qneaning to him and his future. _ i Shee, side ‘of life had mudderiiee become _ graduate with honor—going away, like a thief in. i overcast with black, threatening clouds, and in the lowering distance came the low mutterines of thunder that presages the coming storm that.is — about-to sweep across the darkened landseape. At last he had his trunk and suitcase packed and strapped, and then he stood gazing down at them as if wondering why he had put himself to so much trouble. The last rays of the declining ~ spring sun were shining in at the window, anit : as they rested softly on the vacant shelf from which he had removed his familiar school books, he caught his breath with a dry sob. He was awaking at last to the misery of his- situation, — just as the unconscious patient, removed from the — operating table to his bed, comes back to life and’ the realization that he is a bundle of tortured — nerves. He could hear the distant shouts of the boys on the ball field, and every shout cut through _ his brain like a knife. He was going away from~ old Berkeley, where he had fondly hoped to the night, probably never to retum. Could it be true that this was a cold, hard fact and not some hideous nightmare ? He was leaving without saying good-by to Bob, his chum, or the rest of the lads with whom he was so popular. What would they-think of him when they had learned the truth? ae That his father was a—no, no, it was a lie! aos base, ¢ruel lie! The father he loved and respected an absconder and a thief! Impossible. Re Though all the world said so in trumpet panes he would not believe it. And while he stood like a graven image of misery a knock came. ue the door and then one of the servants looked. Bt and told him that his supper was ready in th refectory. Slowly he descended the stairs an went to the eating hall. Whether he ate mue or little he never remembered, but he had a flee ing vision through one of. the windows of trunk in a light wagon on its way to the eget ae Half an hour later he was seated in the trai a on his way to New York. CHAPTER Il.—The Railroad ‘Disaster. The car in which Arthur sat was not crowded, and so he ,jhad a double seat to himsel: As the train speeded southward he reelin against the corner of the seat, with his elbow the window ledge, his. chin supported by : palm of his hand, and his eyes fixed in an absent kind of way on the fleeting landscape. Lit ee seemed to have lost all attraction for him at that moment, and his face showed that he was unhappy. He was a fine-looking: boy, and this fact, as well as his melancholy expression, ae: tracted the attention of a very pretty girl who zo occupied the opposite seat. é Of course, she did not stare at him; b xt. she darted occasional and furtive glances | A im, wondering what was the cause of his dejecti She was in charge of an elderly, dignified gen- tleman who nee enough like ‘her “a de he

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"went forward to the smoking-car to enjoy a cigar. The girl, left to herself, leaned back in her own corner and seemed to take more interest than ever in the attractive boy across the aisle. _ There did not seem to be much chance that she _ would ever learn the identity of the boy who en- grossed so much of her attention, and yet strange things happen in this world in the most unex- pected manner. Twilight was settling down upon . the landscape, and the lights in the car were be- -ing lit by a brakeman. The train had a long run to the next ‘stopping place, and the engineer had added an extra burst of speed to make up some ~ minutes he had lost on his trip. 2 No one aboard especially remarked this, as the roadbed was solid and the cars slipped along as smooth as silk. Suddenly, without the least, warn- “ing, as the train was rounding a sharp curve on gered the last three cars, in the forward one of - which the young people were riding. Before any one could even utter a cry of terror, the three cars in, question left the track and. were hurled down the embankment, where they were piled up . in shapeless wrecks in the twinkling of an eye, and human beings, full of life and hope a mo- -ment before, were suddenly ushered into eternity, or maimed and mangled for life. Arthur was fetid by the shock, and made giddy by the wild ting of the’ car "as it leaped down the em- sae ment to destruction. ~ He was bruised and lacerated, but not seaoully injured. Arthur was a plucky boy, endowed with a remarkable degree of self-possession, and never gave up anything as long as there was a chance of holding on. This faculty had stood him in ood stead in many a stubborn fight for athletic upremacy among. his fellow students, and earned for him the enviable title of captain of the school. ‘inding that he was not killed, or even badly - injured, he crawled out from beneath the wreck that overwhelmed him. A scene terrible beyond BY the powers of description met his bewildered ¢ gaze. The car in which he had been riding had n literally wrenched in pieces, and the passen- ers were partially buried beneath the fragments. Men and women were frantically trying to dis- engage themselves from the wreck. Some were agent some moaning, while others lay motion- and silent. His own - personal misfortune “ee vanished from his mind in the presence of this terrible calamity. Like the brave young ow he was, his first consideration, after E _-had assured himself that he was comparatively red, was for those who were his fellow : a sengers on this race to ruin and death. - Looking around him, his gaze lighted on a form pinned underneath a twisted car . The sight aroused all his energies, and he hat strength which fired his muscles on the ling for victory against the strong junior n of an adjacent university. With desperate erness she s¢ized the wrecked seat and wrench- aside, revealing the lovely young girl whose scious look, though he knew it not, had nm his face when the accident occurred. The ent lown and tenderly raised her inanimate Her eyes were closed and her tained with. blood. he ejaculated. idiron when the Berkeley Academy eleven were’ a fifteen-foot embankment, a terrifie shock stag- - ” “Is. he dead (Ses é ‘A FIGHT FOR MONEY 3 She seemed scarcely alive as she lay like a limp ~ bundle in his embrace. If she breathed it was so faint that he did not notice it: He bore her in his arms to a spot near the river bank, away from the scattered fragments of the train, and laid her gently down. Then he endeavored by all means in his power to*coax back the spark of life that seemed to tremble in the balance. In the hollow of his two palms he dipped water from the stream and dash- ed it repeatedly in her beautiful face, which in- terested him more than the countenance of any girl he had ever seen in his life before. He wiped the spots of blood from her cheek, chafed her temples, and exerted himself to the best of his knowledge in her behalf. The task seemed hopeless, and he was about to abandon it in des- pair, when an almost imperceptible sigh escaped her half-parted lips, and caused him to eagerly renew his exertions. Encouraged by the suecess which was rewarding his-efforts, he continued to bathe her face and rub her temples till the lovely stranger opened her eyes. Her gaze rested on the face of the boy who had last been in her thoughts, and she looked wonderingly up into his eyes. For a moment or two she did not stir, nor remove her eyes from his face, then as conscious- ness reasserted itself, she strug@led to raise her- self, and east a bewildered glance around. her. “What has happened?” she gasped, finally. “An accident has happened to the train,” plied Arthur. “An accident!” she repeated in a dazed way. “My father! Where is he?” “Your father!” ejaculated the boy. “Yes, yes,” she breathed in some excitement, as the fearful nature of the catastrophe dawned upon her mind. “IT do not know your father, miss. no man under the seat near you.” “He was not with me in the car when the terri- ble shock came. He was in the smoking-car in the front part of the train, If he is dead I want to_die myself!” Her distress in her weak condition alarmed the boy, and he hastened to try and reassure her. “A great many of th passengers have es- eaped uninjured,” he sat iny a hopeful tone, though as a matter of fact he did not know how many had been so fortunate, for the darkness, broken only by flickering lights here and there, prevented him from gauging the actual extent of the calamity. “Your father may now be looking for you.” “Do you think so?” she asked, with pathetic eagerness. ~ “T certainly do.” “You have been very good to me,” she said, es Fee “Did you bring me here?” “ es: seat in'the ear. You must have been sitting near me on the opposite side.” “T was,” she. replied, faintly. re- There was “You are hurt ~ yourself,” she added, grasping him by the arm. — “There is blood on your forehead.” “Tt’s nothing,” replied Art, carelessly, £60 he had not paid any attention to the cuts on his head in the excitement of the occasion. “Are you sure?” she asked, earnestly. “Don’t worry about me. Think about vourselE, How do you feel now?” Sone eS ee 1 took you out from under a broken: )

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A “Not very good. I feel dreadfully. weak, and my right arm pains me very much.” ; Arthur saw that it lay limply by her side and 2 jt struck him that-it might be broken. He knew that she cught to have the services of a physician, but there was no chance of that at present. until the mtelligence of the disaster had reached the adjacent town and a corps of doctors sent for- ward to the relief of the wounded. At that mo- ment he discovered the engine and the forward nart of the train backing down the railroad. Then he understood that only the three rear cars had . been precipitated over the embankment; the accident having been caused by the breaking of an axle on the. car in which he and the girl had been riding. He knew then that all the passen- gers in the smoker, and the coach immediately behind it, had escaped the disaster. He hastened to impart the jovful tidings to the girl. “Your father is surely safe,” he said. eagerly. “The smokine-car was not thrown from. the trock.” “Thank Heaven!” murmured the girl, devoutly. She closed her eyes with a sigh, and fainted from pain and weakness. Arthur was much con- cerned over her condition, and, he renewed. his good offices to bring her to her senses again. He soon succeeded, much to. his relief. “If I dared leave vou for a few minutes I’d try to find your. father,” he said. “Do. ah. do!” she erjed, earnestly. him. I feel so bad.” “Then I will. What is your name?” “Bessie Warwick. Tell me yours that I may let mv father know how kind and good you have treated me.” st . “Arthur Gage.” She smiled: faintly and looked at him with eves that shone with gratitude. Then he hasten- ed away to find her father. The uniniured pas- sengers were now rushing to the aid of those who had been caught in the wreck, and among the rest was John Warwisk, who was a New York broker. He saw at a glance that the. car where he left his daughter was now a shapeless ruin, lighted up in places with flickering flames, where the gas jets had ignited the woodwork. He was frantic at the thought that his only and beloved child might be at that moment dead or dying some- where in the wreck. Indeed all the chances were in favor of such a thing, for it did not seem as if . one soul could have escaped alive from that par- . ticular car. Down the side of the embankment “> he rushed with the others and made a dash for the shapeless car just as Arthur approached from the river side. _ Art shouted “Warwick,” repeatedly. At length the agonized broker heard his name and looked around. : LS, “Warwick!” roared Art again. . “Here, here,” cried the gentleman, and he rushed around the end of the wreck. “My daugh- ter,” he- ejaculated. “Do you know anything about her? Speak, for Heaven’s sake!” “Yes, sir. Come with me; I'll take you to her.” “She is hurt?” said the father, feverishly. s _ | “J'm sorry to say that she is.” ». “Badly? Don’t tell me she is. dying!” --» “T ‘think not, sim -J] fear her arm is. broken. Perhaps that is the worst.” ., ~ “Heaven grant so!” said Mr. Warwick. “T want mat 4° AY Pe Shaping his hands like a funnel, - _ ternal injuries.” in. ala! A FIGHT FOR MONEY “Here she is, sir,” said Art, leading him to the recumbent. girl. “My Bessie! My darling girl!” cried the bro-- ker, dropping on his knees beside his child. “Tell me that you are not seriously injured!” “T don’t know, father,” replied the cir, placing her- left arm around his neck and kis ing him. _ My right arm is numb and pains me dreadfully.” “T’m afraid it is broken,” said her father. “I trust that is the extent of your injury. There is a slight cut on your*head, but it seems unim- portant,” ‘ sccirora “You must thank that boy, father. He carried me from the car while I was unconscious and as brought me here. Then-he bathed my face and revived me. He has been very. very good to me. Thank him. His name is Arthur Gage.” “Young man,” said the broker, in a voice that — trembled with grateful emotion, “I am under the _ ereatest of obligations to you. I thank you from my heart for what vou did for my poor Béssie. Here is my card. I live in New York and have an office in Wall Street. You must call and see me in a day or two. Promise me that vou will, _ for I must know you better. I .cannot’ let the services you have rendered my child pass without: some substantial token of my gratitude.” © > — “I think I will go now and see if I can be of help elsewhere. Your daughter does not need me any longer, now that you are with her. I am glad I was able to render her the little service I did. Good-by, Miss Warwick.” == a sy. “You will come back, won’t you?” she said, al- most pleadingly. “I haven’t thanked you myself yet, and I want to do so as soon as I feel able to.” “Tt isn’t necessary for you to thank me,” ye- plied Art. “Your father has just done that.” “But you will come back. I want—to see you again. : ; ; “All right,” replied the boy. “I will come bael as soon as my Services are of no further use t the others.” f ; “Thank you,” she replied, languidly, and he~ walked quickly away. rote CHAPTER IlI.—Dead To the World. While the wounded, maimed and dead were being rapidly removed from the pile of ruins, the. conductor of the train sent the uninjured section ahead to the town of Hudson, a mile below, for — doctors and such other assistance as the occasion — demanded. Arthur worked like a beaver with the passengers and train hands who had not been hurt, and the experience he went through was — never wholly effaced from his mind. When there _ was nothing further for him to do, he returnec . to the spot where he had left Bessie Warwick and her father. The girl was faint from the pain of her arm, and moaned repeatedly. Art looked ae her with sympathetic eyes,- though she r hundredfold better off than man carry from the wreck. “T am satisfied that she has susta serious injury tha wick. Arthur remained with f

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY _ ae til the cars came back with a ah of doctors hastily gathered by the railroad officials at Hud- gon. One of these was secured to attend to Bessie _ Warwick. He announced that the girl had a com- pound fracture of the arm, and he proceeded to repair the injury temporarily as well as he could. She fainted under the operation, but was easily “revived after it was finished. & A wrecking crew had also been brought to the - seene, and the men were husiling to repair a small section of the track that had been torn apart. By the time the wounded had been placed aboard a special car sent for the purpose, and the dead laid out in the baggage car, the track was in good order again, and the train following, _ that had been held up at a signal station, was al- ~ Jowed:to proceed. Before it ee. the scene . of the accident the dead and despérately wound- ed were landed at Hudson, and the rest of the passengers, including Mr. Warwick, his daughter and Arthur Gage, were on their way to New “York. The final editions of the evening papers _ contained a rough account of the railroad disas- _ ter, and the friends and relatives of many of the : passengers were at the depot making anxious in- - quiries as to their fate. Art parted with his new and very grateful friends at the Grand Central Depot, and hiring a cab drove straight to his home. When Arthur reached home he found his mother anxiously awaiting him. She was in deep trouble over the disappearance of her husband, and about the report that half a million of the trust company’s funds had vanished with him. Of course she did not for a moment believe that her husband had taken the money. She was satis- fied that he was not that kind of man. She thought it was cruel of the newspapers to hint that a trusted employee of his standing with the ‘company was guilty of the crime of theft. She felt that her husband must have met with foul _ play, and she grieved to think that some sory es fate might have overtaken him. ~The fact that she knew detectives were abayelts ng for him was a satisfaction to her, nothwith- standing that their quest bore an ugly look to the public at large. She had sent for her son - ‘because she wanted him by her side in her trouble d Art was glad to be on hand to comfort her in every way he could. Next morning he went ‘down to the Atlas Trust Co. to make inquiries on his own hook, though the morning papers had ad that there were no new developments in the oe run had been started on the company as soon the news of their large cash loss became public but this was met so promptly, together with as- ances that the surplus of the company amply otected the depositors, which fact was demon- e State banking department, and verified by the ank examiner, that it soon stopped and business nt on as before. avid Mallison, president of the trust company, ived Arthur in his office. To the boy’s in- qu ies he was non-committal, but his manner wi ot reassuring. A shrewd observer” would was. the impression in Wall Street. eaving the trust company Art made a hn vse War office, and found the bro- strated by the latest report of the company to. him, and to his inquiries as to Miss Bessie’s con- dition he was informed that she was getting on as well as could be expected. The broker handed him his home address, saying that his daughter would be quite delighted to see him if he could. make it convenient to call on her. Art promised to do so, for he was greatly in- terested in improving the chances to know the fair girl better.. Mr. Warwick then asked him if “he could be of any service to him. “J should be-glad of an opportunity to testify my appreciation of your services to my daugh- ter,” he said. “I cannot, of course, think of offer- ing you pay for what you did, since my whole fortune is as nothing beside my child’s life, and any sum [ might offer you would be Small in com= . parison to the worth of your kindness. But if | can in any way advance your interests I wilt gladly do so, either now or in the future, if I live, Perhaps you would not object to telling me some- thing about yourself that I may become beter acquainted with you.” “Well, sir, at the present moment I, as well as my mother, am in great trouble.” “Indeed! I am sorry to hear that. help you out——” “No, sir; you can do nothing. You must have already read in the newspapers that Frank Gage, cashier of the Atlas Trust Co., is missing.” “I saw the story in-<yesterday afternoon’s pa- per, which I purchased 6n the usin. Is he a relative of yours?” “He is my father.” Mr. Warwick was surprised. He knew nothing about the matter except what he had read in the newspapers, but on their showing he received the impression that the missing cashier was guilty of embezzlement. The guilt or innocence of Frank Gage had not especially interested him, as he did not know the man, but it was different now that he was under such obligations to the unfortunate cashier’s son. He hastened to symnathize with the boy, and to assure him that the mystery would probably be soon cleared up and his father found. “I hope so, Mr. Warwick. But I think it a shame to have the integrity of my father ques- tioned. He is missing, it is true, but there is not — a bit of proof to show that he took a Aollar of the company’s money. His fifteen years’ service as cashier ought to count for something against stich a suspicion. Is it reasonable to suppose that he would sacrifice his reputation, his position where he made a*good salary, and his family for the mere possession of half a million dollars, with the almost certain chance of arrest in a short time?” “Tt certainly does ‘not look reasonable for a man in his right mind to do such a thing,” ad-— mitted the broker. “Some men, however, will take all those chances in order to get the means to speculate in the stock market on some tip they have acquired. If the tip turns up results, they . return “the money they temporarily misappropri- ated and no one is ever the wiser that they took a desperate risk to advance their financial stand-. ing. On the other hand, if the tip fails them, flight is their only hope to escape the penaeticy: they. have incurred.” If I can “My father never speculated, at least, ‘not tose my, or air s, ea ipa om

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i A FIGHT F “That should be a matter of great satisfaction for you at this trying time.” “Tt 18.” i “I presume your father never showed any in- dication of a temoprary aberration of the mind,” said the broker. “T never knew that he did.” “Peeple have been known to drop out of sight jn a most singular manner, even as your father did, and then, after a lapse of years, turn up again, without the least recollection of, what hap- pened to them, or where they have been, during the interval. To all intents and purposes a cer- tain number of years dropped out of their lives, of the doings of which they have no record. Many such cases have been noted in the public press.” “Do you think such a thing happened to my father?” asked Art, eagerly. : “It would be impossible for me to say without knowing whether there was any hereditary ten- dency in your father that might Jead to such a thing.” Vee “T remember reading one case of the kind you mention, Mr. Warwick, but I thought it must be a newspaper yarn, for I could not see how a man could lose his usual personality completely, and pecome somebody else entirely, without giving evidence of mental incapacity to those with whom he was brought into contact.” “Nevertheless, such has been the fact. The instances are well authenticated. I have not heard any very satisfactory reasons advanced even by brain specialists to account for it.” Much more was said on the subject before Ar- thur finally took his leave of the broker, after promising to call and see his daughter within a day or two. ‘ The boy also had a very serious talk with his mother on the same subject when he returned home, but Mrs. Gage did not favor such a supposition in connection with her hus- band. If he failed to. be found within a reason- able time it would only confirm her belief that he was the victim of foul play, and she would, mourn him as dead. The daily press constantly printed accounts, she said, of bodies found either in the river, or in out-of-the-way places—bodies that were never satisfactorily identified, and were* in due time bttried in Potter’s Field. She believed that most of these men had been murdered for the property, often inconsiderable, that they car- vied on their persons. ; “And you think father might have met with such a fate?” asked Art. _ “I dread to think of it, my son,” she replied, putting her handkerchief to her eyes; “but how else am I to account for your father’s strange dis- appearance?” After that conversation the days passed away without any clue to Frank Gage’s whereabouts being discovered by the detectives. Hig descrip- tion had been telegraphed to the police depart- ment of every important city in the country, as well as European centers, but without result. The, news- papers had dropped further reference to the mat- ter, consigning the story to their literary “grave- yards,” there to await resurrection when the sup- posed, embezzler was, if ever captured.. Arthur visited the Morgue at intervais in order to see whether his mother’s theory might be verified, but also without result. } \" OR M e é&bled to London, and the other large . f WONEY The effacement of Frank Gage as a citizen of the world seemed to be paraatete: He had = ished, as many a ship has done on the ocean — highway, leaving not the faintest record any- where to give the slightest hint as to his fate. Mrs. Gage found on investigating her resources that she would have to retrench her expenses, and so she and Arthur went to live at a midest board- ing house, and her son found that his schoo! days seemed to be at a permanent end. He would have to go to work in order to prevent himself from becoming a source of expense to his mother, In the meantime he called several times on Bessie Warwick at her home. The more the young peo- ple saw of each other the more they were mu- tually attracted. Bessie was sure Arthur Gage was the nicest and most gentlemanly young fel-’ low she had ever met; while the boy was equally certain that Miss Warwick was the perfection of — feminine loveliness. On one of these visits Art. told Bessie that the reduced circumstances of his mother made it necessary for him to go to work, and that he intended to look for a position right away. ; : f “My father will get you one,” she said. “I will speak to him myself to-night about it, and you can call at his office in the morning about ten and he will have a talk with you on the subject. I know he is very anxious to do something for - you, and this will give him the opportunity. — “Thank you, Miss Bessie. You are very good to take such an interest in my affairs,” replied Arthur, gratefully. we “Can I ever take too much interest in you when I consider what I owe you? I feel a great pleas- © ure in being able to make some slight, return for your goodness to me on that dreadful night, of which my poor arm is a constant reminder. It will be some time yet before I shall be able to use it, and every time I look at it I think of you.” Arthur felt a thrill of pleasure to think that he should be so often in the thoughts of so lovely a little girl, and he said as much to her, which — brought a rosy blush to her cheeks. ~ ae ae “T hope you won’t desert me when you get to ¥ work,” she said, laughingly, as he arose to go. I shall expect you to call on me one evening a “— week, if you will. Remember I am salways at home to you.” Ten thcagatce “Thank you, Miss Bessie. I shall not fail to take advantage of your permission. Shall we —_ make it Wednesday evening?” ee “That will suit me. And,” with another blush, - ‘TJ think you might drop the Miss and call me just Bessie.’” Se “J will if you will drop the Mr. Gage, which — sounds odd to me, and call me Art or Arthur.” She flashed a bewitching glance at him and said she would. Then he went home feeling happier — than he had been since he left Berkeley Academy. _ i é CHAPTER IV.—Arthur. Gage Goes to Work Wall Street. : Next morning Arthur called on Mr. Warwick at his office. The broker was expecting him, for Bessie had mentioned to him that Arthur was. on the lookout for a situation, and she asked he father to get him a place. d et he

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“T will give him a position in. my office,” Mr. Warwick said. ‘My messenger has given me no- tice of his intention to leave at the end of the week, and he shall have the place. Atte that I will advance him as fast as circumstantes war- rant.” So when Art appeared at the office the broker offered him the post. of messenger. Our hero _ gratefully accepted the place and was told he eould begin at once by acquainting himself with the duties of the position. The broker introduced him to the retiring messenger, who was instruct- “ed to take Arthur around with him on his er- ~ rands, and give him all the points necessary to enable him to start out in good shape on the succeeding Monday. The present mesgenger’s name was.Tom Bradley, and the two boys. were goon on excellent terms. Tom’s first errand took Se pon to the Mills Building, and the boys went out together. On their way there Tom met another messenger, a chum of his named Bob Pickering, ‘and he introduced Art to him. ‘ Bee =: “This is my successor, Bob,” he said. “I hope you ‘two will be good friends.” 2 ede —— *¥ guess we will,” replied Bob, who liked Art’s style and appearance. “At any rate, it won’t _ be my fault if we aren’t.” : - “Nor mine,” ‘said Arthur, who had taken an instant liking to Pickering. “Where do you live?” asked Bob, _ Art told him. ‘ - “J live in Harlem, too, and .not such a great way from you,” replied.Bob. “Just from school?” . “Yes. I have been attending Berkeley Aca- demy, up the State, but had to leave owing to circumstances over which I had no control.” _ “Was it a military academy?” -. “No. It was a select school where boys are “prepared for college.” ; ; “Then you expected to go to college?” _ Yes. My father intended to send me «to Princeton.” -. Bob guessed that the circumstances over which as Art said he had no control meant. his father’s death, but he did not feel as if he ought to ask his new friend whether it was so or not. “And now, instead of going to college, you’re going to work in Wall Street?” he said. _ ¥es,” answered Arthur. “Well, you'll learn a great deal more wisdom and horse sense in the financial district than you’d ever pick up at college,” said Bob. “College is all right for dudes who have rich fathers to place hem in fat berths when they graduate, but for chaps who have to depend on themselves it is four yéars wasted in my opinion. By the time you reach the age that you would have graduated ‘from Princeton you will be well along on the road to a, practical business education. ~That’s better than all the Latin and Greek, and other frills, they teach you at college.” © > “1 don’t altogether agree with you, Pickering,” ied Art. “There is more in a college educa- tion than you seem to think. I don’t mean in re- vard to the frills, as you call them, but in the ee onawork you secure on which to build four future success in life.” “Pooh!” said Bob. “The woods are full of col- ve graduates, and so are the city parks. Some lows may make a success of it, but lots, after BS oo rT ‘ but Eccles. ~ able. A FIGHT FOR MONEY age ; ae passing through the regular course, can’t earn their salt.” . “They probably wouldn’t be able to earn it any- way. It’s what’s in,a fellow that counts, but a good education helps to bring it out.” “Ts that so? Well, some of our smartest men never had much education, let alone a college one. Perhaps you think they’d have been smarter if they’d had one” “Oh, choke it off, Bob! We can’t hold a debating seance on Broad Street in business hours. on, Gage. You can have it out with Pickering some other time.” Bob grinned and started off along his route, while Tom and Art hastened toward the Mills Building. Art accompanied Tom Bradley on all his errands for the balance of the week, and Tom. made him wise to the ins and outs of*the mes- senger business, so that when the latter bade good-by to the office on Saturday noon Art felt quite competent to take up his duties and carr them out right up to the handle. Mr. Warwic carried. on quite a large business in stocks and bonds. He had half a dozen clerks, including a chief bookkeeper and cashier. He seldom went to the Stock Exchange himself, one of his clerks, - a smoothly-shaven man of about thirty; with a saturnine expression, named Sol Eccles, attend- ing to the buying and selling of stocks on the floor for him. Art liked everybody in the office Somehow or another he distrusted this man. He couldn’t have explained why, but he did, just the same. First impressions went a great way with him, and his first impression of Eccles was not favor- Apparently Eccles took a similar dislike to the new megsenger. When Art carried messages to him at the Exchange he would snatch them from the boy’s hand, and nine times out of ten. favor him with an unpleasant look. In the office he treated Art superciliously, and often roughly, which only served to widen the breach between them. None of the clerks, for that matter, were especially good friends of Eccles, They didn’t fancy him much, but were so used té his manner as to pay very little attention to him. About the ‘only one outside Mr. Warwick that Eccles took his hat off to, as it were, was the new stenographer. Miss Elsie Richards,.who had only been working in the office for three weeks. He was particularly gracious to her, and everybody noticed it. Art had been about ten days in the office when coming to work one morning he saw Miss Rich- ards tripping down Wall Street ahead of him. Just as she was about to cross /Nassau Street an automobile rolled down into Wall so close to the girl that she sprang back with a little cry of affright. In doing so she hurt her ankle and fell _ to the walk. Art sprang to her aid and assisted her on her feet. Oh, thank you, Arthur,” she said, gratefully. “Tm so glad you were near to help me. I’m afraid I have hurt my ankle.” “That’s too bad, Miss Richards,” said, Art sym- meeneally.. “Allow me to assist you to the office.” : She attempted to walk, but gave a cry of pain and would have fallen again only that the young messenger supported her with his strong arm. . “What shall [ do?” Elsie asked, tearfully. © ~ “You must. get to the office at once,” replied. 7 Pale | sa 4 ey Uome— we

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ee Art. “You have evidently sprained your ankle, and it must be seen to at once before it swells ” “But I can’t walk.” - “Vl fix that.” Art whistled to a cabman across the street. The man drove up. “This young lady has injured her foot. I want you to carry her half-way down the block to the Burling Building.” Art opened the door of the cab, assisted Elsie .in and took his seat beside her. The cab rattled down to the building. Art sprang out, handled the driver a quarter for his trouble and taking the girl in his arms carried her to the elevator, which quickly carried her to the next floor, where the office was, Then he carried her inside. Put- tine her down in her chair jin her den, he said that a cold water bandage must be immediately applied to her ankle. ; “That’s the way we did at our school when we sprained our ankles. Ill call in Miss Hazen from next door, if she has arrived, to do it for you, and you'll be all right in a little while.” Art found Miss Hazen in her office just taking off her hat. He told her what was wanted and chased her into Mr. Warwick’s office to carry out his directions. As Miss Richards had a little room in a corner all to herself, this “first aid to the injured” could be carried out satisfactorily and promptly without any trouble and without attracting any notice. After Miss Hazen had fixed her up, and promised to return in an hour to renew the application, as per Art’s orders, Art went into Miss Richards’ room and told her he, would inform Mr. Warwick about her injury, so that he would not expect her to-come to the pri- vate office to take dictation that morning. “ “You'll be all right by noon. Nothing like taking such things in time. It saves a whole lot of trouble. If your ankle had been allowed to swell you’d have had to be taken home in a ear- riage and might have been laid up for several days.” . “You’ve been very kind, indeed, Arthur, and I thank you very much,” replied the stenographer, gratefully. “That’s-all right,” answered Art, in his breezy way. “Glad to be of service to you or anybody else when I can. Tl take the cover off your ma- chine for you. Now, you can start in with your work. Ill drop in and help you out in any way I can.” Art told the clerks that Miss Richards had sprained her ankle and they mustn’t expect her to bring them any work she did for them. . “You must go in and get it yourself, under- stand?” They understood. .When the broker reached the office Art told him about the stenographer’s tem- porary disablement, so Mr. Warwick, when ready to dictate his letters; went in to the girl’s den and did it there. Miss Hazen did not forget to look after her patient that morning, and after making a third cold water application reported to Art that she guessed Miss Richards was about all right. As a matter of fact, Elsie walked out of her den about one o’clock to all appearances cured, and she told Miss Hazen, when that young lady looked in a little later, that she owed her fh \ ed t ’ w 7 _wiek ' prompt recovery to Arthurs énergetic efforts on her behalf. iss Hazen agreed with her, and added that she thought the young messenger was the nicgst boy in+the building. Perhaps Elsie thought se, t’-~ ~wt she didn’t say. so. She - thanked Ax : “vé he left-the office for the \_ day, and afi. y were on very excellent terms. _ ig Tee CHAPTER V.—The Wells, Fargo & Co, Express Package. : “Hello, doctor,” said Bob Pickering next day when he met Art in the corridor, for Bob worked in the same office with Miss Hazen. , os “What do you mean by doctor?” asked Gage. — “Didn't you treat your stenographer yesterday for a sprained ankle?” “I gave directions to Miss Hazen how to- fix her up.” ware “Well, that’s medical advice, isn’t it?? © “In a small way, yes. It’s a treatment we used at the academy and everybody knows it’s the — quickest and best thing to do under the circum- stances.” Pgs Sete PE ae much -do you charge a visit?” grinned . ‘ob. : tee. “Oh, go on! What’s the use of kidding me?” “Nothing like jollying a chap once/in a while. How are you getting on with Eccles?” peeing oes “Not very well.’ He and I don’t pull very well.” “T’m not surprised. It was the same way with Tom Bradley. , He had several scraps with him. _ The trouble with Eccles is that he thinks too much of himself.” £ “T’m not worrying about Mr. Eccles. J like the yo “ ane bunch rant Nie ‘Oh, they are nice chaps. ess you’re pretty solid with Miss Richards ee = pec “Yes, we’re good friends. Miss Hazen?” Ree “We pull like a house afire, but we have our ~ little scraps just the same.” aes = ; How are you and : as “How is that? She looks to me to be pretty “— even tempered.” ESS S, “So she is; but you see she’s got a mash on the next floor and I tease the life out of her abevt — him, and that gets her mad.” ae “T should think it would. How would you like it yourself?” ‘ zee “T haven’t got a girl, and don’t want one. By | the way, I got a letter this morning from Tom. ~ He’s getting’ along fine in his new job. I'll show ES it to you: when I meet you after three. Now I must be getting on.” ere Soon after Art returned to his chair in the a waiting room Eccles returned from the Exchange a and went in to see Mr} Warwick. After he came out of the private office he made a bee-line for the stenographer den. A moment later My. War- rang for Art. : “Take this paper to Miss Richards, Arthur. — ‘Tell her to make a manifold copy and bring it — in to me,” said the broker. ie “Yes, sir,” replied the boy, starting for the counting room. ; ies eal _ When he opened the door cf Miss Richards’ little room he found Sol Eccles standing along- side of the girl talking in his most. fascinating way. He was evidently not making much of an ee ' ee - pus — Pe St NDS ae =

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impression on the girl, who’ seemed. to be em- barrassed by his presence. He glowered at Art because of the interruption. - “What do you want in here?” he snarled. “fT came on business,” replied the young mes- senger, curtly. : “Well, attend to your business and get out.” _. “Ef intend to, Mr. Eccles. This is a rush job, ‘Miss Richards. Mr. Warwick is waiting for it.” J") do it right away,” she replied. “I’m afraid, “Mr. Eccles, I’ll have to ask you to leave, as I’m very busy.” Ee eh, aoe don’t want to get rid of me,” laughed Eccles. “It isn’t often that I get the chance: to _enjo a little of your society.” , _ “Won't you please go? I can’t work while you are in here,” insisted the girl. Art understood the situation and_dopened the door. - “What did you do that for?” demanded Eccles, ‘seeing that Art did not leave the little room him- _ self. , : “So you could walk out,” replied the boy, coolly. _ “Just mind your own business, you little whip- persnapper,” retorted Eccles, in a furious tone. “Miss Richards asked you to go, and I should think you’d take the hint,” replied Art, who saw that the stenographer wanted to get rid of the je; erk. ~-‘Eeeles turned on Art like a wild animal and slapped him' in the face. The next moment hr got a smash in the jaw that sent him staggering . out of the door. Then Art shut the door in his - face. Eccles tore it open and shook his fist at the boy. “Pll have you discharged for that,” he roared, ‘in a rage. “I’ll report your conduct to Mr. War- ‘wick. He’ll put you out, or I'll go myself.” “All right, report me,”*replied Art. “You can’t ide rough-shod over me even if you are one of the oldest and most important clerks in the office.” “Pil fix you, you infernal young monkey,” re- ~ plied Eccles, starting for the private office mad- S Ber than a whole nest of disturbed hornets. “I’m sorry that you have got into trouble on y account,” said Elsie, with a concerned look. ‘Pooh! The man was annoying you, wasn’t ae “Yes. I don’t like him to come in here.” “That’s what I thought. It struck me that I’d h rid of him.” ; kind, Arthur, but I don’t want to i “You're ver ; t ? getting you into trouble,” she said, be the “Sag 0 ee estly. ‘ aianerd you worry. Eccles isn’t the whole thing ere. He can’t hurt me any.” “I hope not.” a : : In the meantime Eccles rushed into the private ‘and demanded Art’s discharge on the ground nbinence, and for striking him in the face. ‘arwick was rather surprised, and told his Jerk he’d look into the matter. fell, if he doesn’t go, I will,” replied Eccles, ily, as he left the room. : en Art brought the manifold copy of the er to him the broker asked him what was the ouble between him-and Eccles. : Jid you strike him in the face?” + after he sla me on the cheek. The = him is he’s he’s too fresh with Miss When I went into her room with that Shee he Nee Cae id + ae ~S oe = aos _ papa in?” shadow of the safe, began prodding for the 5 - “A FIGHT FOR MONEY - : 9 paper he.was taking to her, she asked him in my presence to leave, as she was busy, and suv I opened the door for him. He got mad at that and turned on me. Miss Richards will tell you about if if you ask her.” “Very well, Arthur; that is all,” replied the broker, who later on questioned the girl about the trouble, and she told him the truth. is Art had hardly taken his seat outside again before the door opened and in walked Miss Bes- sie Warwick. He jumped up) and said he was.’ awfully glad to see her in Wall Street. “T thought I’d call and see how you are getting on, Arthur.” “Thanks. I’m getting on famously. Just had a scrap with one of the head clerks,” he said, laughingly. “What about, you bad boy?” = “About the stenographer. He was annoying er. didn’t seem to want to do so, so I chipped in and suggested that he fade away. That got his mad up and he tried to make things lively for me, but I think I made them more lively for him. Then . he reported me to your father.” “Which clerk was it?” asked Bessie, “Mr. Sol Eccles.” “J don’t like him. He attends to the business at the Exchange, I believe.” ~ “He's the only person in the office that I haven't been able to get on with, and there isn’t much likelihood that. we ever will be on better terms.” “The young lady is papa’s new stenographer, isn’t she?” 7 adh at “Ts she pretty?” “Rather, but she’s ‘not in it with you, Bessie,” “You ridiculous boy!” exclaimed Miss War- wick, with a pleased smile and a blush. “Is “Yes. Shall I announce you?” “Oh, no. / V’ll just run in and surprise him.” And she did. When she came out after a few minutes, Art saw her to the elevator and bade her good-by. Business was kind of slack that week, and Eccles was not as busy ag usual*at the Exchange. That was one reason he had found the time to hang around the stenographer’s room that morning. After making. his against Art he went back to his post. Soon af- ter the boy returned from his lunch a Wells, Fargo & Co.. expressman came in and left a smali and valuable package for Mr. Warwick. It contained a sum of money from an out-of-town customer. Art signed for it and took it into the private room. The broker had gone to his own lunch, so Art laid the package on his desk. Shortly afterward the cashier called him over, and asked him to go into the private room and get a certain financial pamphlet from a pile that stood on Mr. Warwick’s private safe. Art en- tered the room, and noting that the book he want- ed was on top of the pile, reached for it. Instead of grasping it he only succeeded in knocking. it ‘off, and it fell behind the safe. “Tf that wouldn’t make you mad!” muttered the young messenger. “I wonder if. I’ll be able to ~ fish it out?” © oe There was a twg-foot ruler on top vf the brok- er’s desk. Art gét it, and kneeling down in the complaint She asked him to leave her den, and he a

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i) pampht. “Whle he was thrs employed the doox opened and Eccles walked into the room. Art saw him; but he didn’t notice the young mes- senger. He was about to go out again when he observed the Wells, Fargo & Co. package. He picked it up, noted ‘the value marked in the cor- ner, and stood a moment in an irresolute way. Then he went and closed the partly-open door, took a knife from his pocket, deftly slit open the end of the package and extracted a pile of bills. e quickly folded a piece of newspaper that he tocke from his pocket and inserted it in the place of the bills. Then he pasted the end of the pack- age up again with mucilage. He placed the money in his*pocket and started to leave the room. He paused with his hand on the door, came* back, _ and, lifting the end of the rug, placed the money under it. After that he walked out of the room. ~ Art saw the whole performance, and was dum- founded. CHAPTER VI.—The Extinguishment of Sol Eccles. “Well, if that doesn’t beat creation I’m a Dutchman!” exclaimed Art, as he recovered from his surprise. “I never thought Sol Eccles was as bad as that.. That is about the nerviest bit of robbery I ever heard tell of. I wonder why he hid the money under the rug? I should think he’d have carried it off in his pocket. He started to do it, and then for some reason reconsidered the matter.. He’s a bird!’ I guess Mr. Warwick will have a fit when I tell him-what Eccles did.” Art recommenced poking for the book and final- ‘ly pulled it out from behind the safe. He took it out and handed it to the cashier. He saw Eccles talking to oné of. the clerks. “Here,” said the cashier to Art, “go oe and - get me a box of these pens.” ‘The boy took the money and hurried oft. to a near stationer’s. When he got back the cashier was not at his desk, nor was Eccles in sight. The door of the private office was partly open and he heard voices in somewhat excited conversation in there. The cashier came to the door and called him inside. Mr. Warwick was at his desk with the opened Wells, Fargo & Co. packet lying be- fore him on the desk. “Arthur,” asked the broker, “did you receive - this package from the expressman and put it on my desk?” phat Yes, -sir” 3 “When? 9” “About three-quarters of an hour ago.” : ge it in perfect shape when you signed for it “Yes, sir.” “Were you in the waiting room from that time until Mr. Gray sent you on an errand to the stationer’s?” € “Yes, sir, except for a few .minutes when I _ game in here to get a. pamphlet “off the safe that "Mr. Gray sent me for.” “J suppose nobody was in this room, to your knowledge, but yourself.” “Mr. Not ma ‘was in here.” A FIGHT F* * took that money you are at liberty to search e, uch, I wasn't,” said édles,omblush- ; f ‘ > a Rn MONEY “You -weren’t. eh?” rentied Art. you in here, just the same.” “What’s that?” snarled you lie to Mr. Warwick?” “Tam not lying,” replied the boy,: stoutly. “You’re the one that’s doing the lying.” — “You young villain!” roared Eccles, making’ a De: meanacing move toward the young messenger. — > “How dare you talk to me that way?” ; “You'll hear something worse than that in. es moment or two,” replied Art. ~ “Tut, tut!” interposed the broker, impatiently “You say you saw Mr. Eccles in this room while I was out? bes “Yes, sir.’ “But Mr. meas says he was not in here.” “T can’t help what he says, sir.- I saw him. as plainly as I see you.” The broker looked puzzled, the cashier and- other clerk looked astonished, while Eccles ‘hit self looked flushed and angry. “Mr. Warwick,” ejaculated Eccles, “that boy: i a born liar. It must have been him who tampered with that package, stole the money,. and is POW. trying to throw suspicion on me.’ “Mr. Warwick,” said Art, “I saw Mr. Eccles tak that express package off your desk, cut it ope take out a buneh of money and substitute a she of newspaper that he took from his pocket. Then hé pasted the end up with muscilage and put back on your desk. Now you know what kind of trusted employee Mr..Eccles is.’ With a howl of rage Eccles made a dash at Art, but the cashier and clerk seized him by the arms and held him back. Arthur’s bold aceusa- tion startled and astonished the broker, just: amazed the other two men. “This i is a ai serious statement you are mak ing,” sai arwick, gravely. : “T know it, sir, and it is true.” “Where were you at the time?” 23 “Behind the safe.” Sees “What were you doing there?”- : “Trying to: fish out the pamphlet: tha Gray. asked me to bring him. It had fallen tween the safe and the wall.” = “What have you to say to this, Eecles?” a the broker. ) ; “I say it’s a barefaced lie. “Well, [saw : ; Ficeles. Mihi dare — > If you ima replied the clerk. “You wouldn’t find the money on. him, sir. saw him hide-it in this room.’ “Then you know where it is?” said ‘the bro with an air of relief. “Yes, sir. See,” said Arthur, raising the cor ner.of the rug and exposing a number ° Us ‘here is the money he took.” = Sol Eccles was furious. He tried to s it to Mr. Warwick, who counted it and found the amount tallied with the sum the p: ought to have contained. Then he took » piece of newspaper which Eccles had sub for the bills and looked it carefully over. “Mr. Eccles,” he said; “Arthur accus putting this paper into’ the package ‘the money whic be also says you~ you. ever see tha f “Certainly no

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY it. That boy has trumped up that story for the purpose of getting me in trouble. What he ac- - cuses me of doing he did himself. Is it reason- _ able to suppose that, if I had taken the money, I would place it under that rug? I think my word, considering the length of time I have been in this office, ought to be better than his.” “Tf you didn’t see this paper before, or know _. nothing about it, how does it happen that it bears — . your name and your address?” Eeeles was staggered. But himself. : ; - “He wrote that himself as part of his scheme - to put me in a hole)” he said. _. The broker asked his cashier several questions ~. about Eccles, but nothing that Mr. Gray said __ ineriminated the clerk. “To you know ‘Mr. Eccles’ house address, Ar- pe thas?” ; he soon recovered I haven’t the least idea where he _ “Very well. Gentlemen,” he said, turning to the others, “you can go. And you-can go, too, Mr. ~ Kecles.” ; Left alone with Arthur, the broker questioned him very closely about the express package, and ‘was finally satisfied that Eccles was guilty of the abstraction of the money, and that his purpose in hiding it was not to have it about his person © during office hours, from prudent motives. ~ course there could be only one course for him to ‘pursue toward his trusted clerk, and that was to discharge him, so he summoned Eccles before ~ him, and after a sharp talk told him that he _ would have to dispose with his services. - “Then you accept»that boy’s word in prefer- ence to mine?” gritted Eccles. : I am compelled .to, as his story is clear and _ straight-forward, while your actions and denials are not those of a square man. Get your week’s wages from the cashier and go.” “¥ou will regret this treatment of me some day, Mr. Warwick,” said Eccles, darkly. '* manded the broker, sharply. “You can take it in any sense you choose,” re- plied the man, recklessly. ee ~©¥ou ought to be glad that I have not caused your arrest for looting the package.” ¥ ; - “Indeed,” sneered Eecles. “I think you would find it a hard matter to prove that I had any- _ thing to do with it. My denial is as good as that boy’s story, which is a tissue of falsehoods from ‘beginning to end.” z “That will do, Eccles. You can go.” , ’ The clerk looked daggers at the broker and then left the room. As soon as he reached the ‘waiting room he walked up to Arthur and shook his fist in his face. bo “Y’'m going to make you pay dearly for this, you ung villain;” he hissed, vindictively. “I’ve lost y position in this office through you, and I mean make you sweat for it.” es “Thanks,” replied Art. “I’m not afraid of you.” “Aren’t you? We'll see about that. I have just armed who you are. You’re the son ofeFrank ze, the man who embezzled half a million from k is welcome to such a messenger as you— _son of a thief"; ase ecu ou’re a liar and a cur!” cried Art. springing “Do you mean that as a threat, Eccles?” de-. the Atlas Trust Co. and fled with it. Mr. War-. ve at Eccles and striking him to the floor. “If you don’t take that word back I’ll break every bone in your body!” In a moment the office was in a state of con- fusion. The cashier rushed: out of the counting room and grabbed the excited boy, while Mr. Warwick came to his door to ascertain the cause of the racket. Eccles got on his feet in a tower- ing rage, and attempted to strike Art, but one of the clerks interposed between them. “The broker wanted an explanation of the row, and Arthur gave it to him. | “You deserved all you got, Eecles, for insult- ing the boy. It has never been proved that his father took one cent of the trust company’s funds, and you had no right to apply such an epithet to his name. I do not need anything more to con- vince me that I have been greatly deceived in your character. Get your money from Mr. Gray and leave my office at orice.” Eccles got his week’s wages and departed with a scowl on his countenance. CHAPTER VIl.—Arthur’s First Winning In the Stock Market. — The departure of Sol Eccles was not attended by any evidence of regret on the part of the other employees of Mr. Warwick. Miss Richards was especially pleased to be relieved of his at- tentions, which had been displeasing to her. “Art was glad he was gone, because he was the only inharmonious ,element in the office. What Eccles meant to do to him in the way of revenge he couldn’t say, and he did not gare. He was confident he was abundantly able to take care of himself. Gradually, as the days merged into weeks, and the weeks into months, he forgot all about Eecles. That individual did not seek to connect himself with another Wall Street firm, or, if he did, he failed to catch on, for he was not seen in the district again after his departure from. Mr. Warwick’s office. Art grew more and more interested in Wall Street affairs and methods as time slipped by, and he decided that eventually he meant to become a broker himself. It was a money-making business, and money was what Art, like everybody else, was looking for. He called regularly once a week on Bessie Warwick, and was a very welcome visitor at her home. His mother also became quite friendly with — Mrs. Warwick, and occasionally they were both invited to an informal dinner or reception. ; One evening when Art called on Bessie he be- gan to talk glowingly about the chances that Wall Street offered a shrewd and prudent operator to — make a fortune. eos _ “T’ve saved something over $100, Bessie, so far, _ and I’m going to try my luck at the first chance, just to see how I will come out. I’ve made a whole lot of imaginary deals on paper. Had they been real ones I’d be worth about $100,000 now.” ° “What a funny boy you are, Arthur,” laughed _- Bessie. “Why, papa says that the stock market is the #teatest game of chance in existence. He says it is almost as bad as the old lotteries. In fact, he doesn’t know anything more risky, unless ~ it is betting on horse races.” : By “Well; your father ought to know all abent. it.

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12 He’s been in the business long enough to discover all the tricks of the trade; but the fact that he’s grown wealthy out of it backs up my statement that there is plently of money to be made in Wall Street.” “Papa doesn’t speculate much. customers do that.” “Of course. If people didn’t speculate the bro- kers wouldn’t make much in the way of commis- sions, because it is only those who have plenty of money who can afford to buy and hold shares of stocks as an investment. Most of the commis- He lets his sions are made in the margin transactions, which’ jis a short road to wealth or the poor house. How- ever, as I said before, I think if a person studies the market well, buying stocks only when they are down, and selling when they go up, he ought to make good money.” “But papa says the market is continually fiuet- uating. That an outsider hardly knows where he is at from one day to another.” . “That’s true enough if you go recklessly into speculation. Most people do not study the situ- ation before they plunge in. They see in the papers that a certain stock is rising and they buy, expecting to sell when it gets higher. It’s a pure gamble with them. Just as if I tossed a coin in the air and you were to bet that it would come down either heads or tails. In fact, it is worse than that, for the chances are even that you will win or lose on the toss of the coin, since it is bound to turn up either a head or a tail, and you know it will. It reauires no study sto figure that fact out. I have discovered, however, that the stock market is full of all kinds of sur- prises for the speculator, even when he works on a system, and: when all indications point to cut- ting a melon, he is liable to be handed a lemon.” “Tf you have learned all this, and it quite agrees. with papa’s ideas, what makes you think that you could make money where so many other people fail?” “Well, I couldn’t exactly tell you why I think so, but if do. I often run across pointers, which I have followed up on paper, and had I invested money on the strength of them I should have won out. Now, for instance, I heard today that there is a combination forming to boum C. & D. stock. I couldn’t swear as to the truth of it, but I got the information from what I consider a reliable source. Ever since I’ve been thinking whether I hadn’t better invest my hundred odd on margin and see how I will come out.” “T wouldn’t if I were you,” replied Bessie, shaking hey head. “One hundred dollars in a sav- ings bank is worth several hundred in the bushes.” * “Well, suppose we see how the thing turns out, just for fun?” “What do you mean?” “IT mean this: C. & D. is selling at 46 today. Get me a piece of paper and I’ll put it down.” Bessie brought him a sheet of note paper and he wrote the thing down with the date. __» “Now, every morning look at the stock report in the paper. it Koes up or down in the next week or ten days. Just imagine that vou have bought 1,000 shares at 46, and put up $4.660 in margin. Every time Bee 1 : ¢ the price advances or falls a point consider vour- self in or out $1,080. If C. & D. is quoted as low .and other expenses, Look for C. & D. and see gyhether - could hear nne upright oe A FHT FOR “MONEY as 42 any morning you cau figure that you are next door to being wiped out of your $4,600, and that if your deal was a real one you’d have to put up more margin or the chances are your name would be Tim Flynn. If, on the contrary, C. & D..is quoted as high as 56, you may con- sider yourself a $10,000 winner, less commissions of course, which might amount to $300.” “That will be fun,” said Bessie, catching on to the idea. “I'll do it. It will be like playing a —— new game.” ie When -Art called on Bessie on the following Wednesday evening. just a week hence, he asked her with sparkling eyes how C. & D. was. “Tt’s gone up,” she said. “Wait till I get the paper. I’ve put down the price every day. ~ know it’s over 50 now.” : She ran off to get the paper, and presently re- turned with it to show him. “It’s 58 3-8.” 3 “Yes, That’s what it closed at last night, but — it opened 587-8 this morning, and I sold the 20 z shares I bought for 61 1-4.” nae “Did you really buy 60 shares?” she asked, in surprise. “T did. I béught them last Thursday morning at 46. After talking with you on the subject the night before I finally decided to take the risk, Well, the risk has turned me in $300 in profits.” “Gracious!” she exclaimed, delightedly. orga were lucky.” ise “My pointer turned out all right, didn’t it?” oat “Tt did, indeed. I must tell papa how fortunate you were.” “Not ‘on your life, Bessie!” Don’t say a woot to. him about it.” ; “Why not?” she asked, in surprise, ices “He might not like it. There is a kind of un- f,. written law in Wall Street that employees are | not to speculate in the market. I don’t want your father to know that I broke it. I don’t sup- pose he’d call me down about it, but he might possibly hand me out a mild lecture on the sub- ject, and so it’s just as well that he didn’t know anything about it. So you won’t say anything Pi on the subject, will you?” j . “Of course not, if you don’t wish me to.” ees “That’s right. I’m $300 ahead of the game — and Y’ve brought you a two-pound box of bon- — bons for you to help me celebrate the event.” “Aren’t you good!” cried Bessie, when he pro-. _ duced ne candy for she had a ‘sweet tooth like all girls. ‘ “The next time I win there’ll be more bon- bons for you;” grinned Art. “Then I wish you'd win every week,” laughed i Bessie. “T’d soon be a millionaire if I did that.” 2% suppose you hope to be one some day, don’t me you? “Sure, I do. new songs?” “T want to hear them.” “T haven’t practiced them yet.” z “Theh practice them now. We'll both ienutede them. I suppose the people next. door won’ mind!” “Why, Raine Let’s have some music. Just as if they would, or -us.” said Bessie, going over to th the idea!

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY “Ts that the latest song?” “One of the latest, I believe,” she replied, be- ginning to play the opening bars. “T know another that I’m going to buy you.’ “What is the name of it?” He told her. “That’s a comic song, I suppose. sing that when you bring it.” Bessie"sang the new song very sweetly, and ‘Art joined in the chorus after she sang it once so that he got the hang of it. ~ After that they sang another song. They sang half a dozen more songs together, when the clock ~ » chimed ten and Art remarked that it was time - for him to go. A week or so later Art heard a broker say ~ to another broker a certain stock was sure to - advance and gave him the order to buy all he could get his hands on. The name of the stock was L. & M. Art watched the ticker and noticed it was advancing, so he went to the little bank ‘on Nassau Street and invested part of his money jn 100 shares of the stock. The boy was watching the ticker every time he got a chance, and saw U,,.& M. advancing rapidly. It kept up its for- ward moves for the best part of the week, at which time Art became nervous and sold out, making a profit of over $1,200. : --‘Naturally Art felt as if he was walking on air that Friday night when he entered his home. I'll let you CHAPTER VIII.—Making More Money. - Of course Arthur told his mother about his fortunate stock deals, and-she congratulated him ~ on his success. 3 “You have done remarkably well, Arthur,” she - gaid. “Your poor father, however, did not be- lieve in speculating in stocks. He often told me - That money-earned by years of hard labor and economy was often lost there in an hour.” + *J puess that’s true enough, mother, but when people are angling for easy money they’ve got to ake all the chances that go with it. I’ve not ken as desperate chances as most small specu- lators do because in both cases I’ve had the ad- vantage of a tip, but still there is always an ele- ment of uncertainty even when you are operating with a pointer, and you’ve got to keep wide - awake'all the time.” your success lead you into any rash investment.” ac “Oh, I'll look out, never fear, mother... My $1,600 is in the office safe, and there it is going “to remain until I see a safe chance of putting it to work again.” Several months passed away, however, before ~ again in the market, and during that interval his if 1oney lav idle in an envelope in the office safe. ‘One day Mr. Warwick sent him with a note to a on big broker who had an office in Exchange Place. The broker was very busy at the time _ he arrived and he found he would have to wait a minutes. The room-was well filled with cus- gti for was on. “Well, my son, I hope you will be careful with the little fund you have acquired, and not let ~ Art saw another opportunity to try his luck 13 tomers at the time, most of them hanging around the ticker. Azt went over to a window and ‘ amused himself looking across the well or air- shaft into a room filled with girl typewriters. They were working away at their machines at a great rate. Most of them were pretty, and Art was trying to determine which was the best~ looking in the bunch when a couple of brokers . came into the office and asked for the head of the firm. Being told that he was busy just tien, they came over within earshot of the young messenger and began talking about a pool that was being formed to boom a certain stock. They did not mention the name of the stock, but Art whose attention was attracted by the tenor of their conversation, heard one tell the other that Broker Parsons was going to do the buying on the Exchange when the time came. He found out that they expected to interest the broker for whom Art had brought the note, in the scheme, and that if they caught him it would corapiete the pool. Arthur made a note of what he had heard, and. a few days later he discovered that Parsons was buying up all the N. & O. stock that was offered.. This stock was going at 72, which was rather - low for it, as it was a dividend payer. After con- sidering the chances Art bought 200 shares at that figure on a five per cent. margin, putting up $1,144. The upward movement in the price began on the following day, and continued to go up slowly for several days, till it reached 75. A few days later, when the young messenger paid his first visit to the Exchange, about eleven o’clock, he found that the boom he was looking The excitement that developed out> of N. & O. exceeded that accompanying his two previous deals. The whole Street seemed to be disturbed over the unexpected rise. The néws- papers were full.of news about the stock, advanc- ing various reasons for its sudden prominence. The general public came flocking to Wall Street to take advaantare of the market, which showed «© a buoyant tone all along the line. Business, which had been slack for several weeks, now became rushing, and Art was kept on the run: all day during his regular hours, and he didn’t get away for an hour after his customary time. For the balance of the week there @vere great times in Wall Street. : Mr. Warwick’s office, in common with the offices of every other broker of consequence, was crowd- ed with old customers and many néw ones. The clearing-house on New Street had to work over- time to keep up with the demands on its force, — of clerks. In fact, night work was rather the — rule than the exception in all the big brokerage houses. Art tried to keep an eye on his deal, but it was hard for him to do so, as he didn’t have a minute to himself from the time he started in in the morning until he got away after four o’dlock, ; At length, when N. & O. reached 78, he:decided that he’d better unload before matters changed around. With some difficulty he got his order to sell in to the little bank on Nassau Street, and. after that he breathed easier. N. & W. however, kept on up till it reached 90. Art had his state- ment and check in his pocket. which showed that he had made $3,000 profit on his deal, when he met Pickering on the street. AS iG 2 - 2 7

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fa “You ought to have been in on this, old man,” said Bob. 2 “How do you knew but I was?” asked Art. “T don’t know. Did you buy any N. & 0.?” “1 -aid;”, ‘ “How much?” “Enough to make quite a little profit.” “Gee! You're all right. You must be worth money.” “What I’m worth wouldn’t startle Wall Street.” “T’ll bet you’re worth $500 easily enough.” “Yes, I’m worth that, all right.” “J wish I was. I’d paint the town red.” -. “That would be a very foolish thing for you to do.” “Well, when a fellow makes a bunch of easy money he feels like spreading himself.” “That’s where he’s a chump. Money is’ money whether it’s made easy or not, and I believe in holding on to it.” ; When he went home Art showed his mother his check and told her that he was now worth $4,600.” . “lve done pretty well for my first year in Wall Street,” he said. “I started in with a little over’ $100, and in three deals I have annexed $4,500.” His mother was very proud of his success, ahd told him so. : “Well, I hope to do much better in the future,” said he. “When a chap is on the ground all the time like I am he sees chances that an outsider never comes within) hailing distance of.” He held on to the bank’s check until he had a chance to show it to Bessie, who, as usual, was pleased to death that he was a winner, and then he cashed it and stowed the money away in the office again until he wanted to use it. - CHAPTER IX.—Captured. One Saturday, about noon, Mr. Warwick called ' Arthur into his private office and tald him that he would be obliged to send him over to Staten Tsland. \ \ “Mr. Gray will give you a package containing $5,000 in bills, which you are to deliver to Mrs. George Sedgeley, whose name and address you will find on the package. She lives on the su- burbs of Clifton, in a fine house standing back from the street. You will have no difficulty in finding the place, as she is very well known.” “T’l] find the house all right, sir,” replied Art. “When shall I start?” “You'd better go and get your lunch now, and by the time you get: back Mr. Gray will have the package ready for you.” Three-quarters of an hour later Art was on board a Broadway car bound for the Staten Island ferry. The boat was on the point of starting en he reached the ferry house, so she did not have to wait. He got a camp chair and seated himself on the lower deck, near the bows. There was quite a crowd on the boat as she left her slip, and among them was Sol Eccles. He was seated with a couple of bearded men, who looked as if they might be mechanics. He saw Art when he came forward with his stool but Art did not notice him. Eccles pointed the young messenger out to his companions. * ° _A-FIGHT FOR, MONEY “That’s the youne .rooster whe got me fired from Warwick’s office’ in Wall Street about a « year ago. I intended to get square with him long before this, but circumstances interfered. I haven’t forgot what I owe him, just the same, and it would do me a whole iot of good if q could do him up right now.” ; ; “Does he live in-Staten Island?” asked one of . the men, “No. or did.” ; “T dare say he’s bound on some errand for War- wick. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s carrying some money to a customer of the house, a Mrs. Sedgeley, of Clifton. This is about the time that Warwick collects the quarterly. interest on her bonds and sends it down to her.” i How much does the interest amount to?” asked the other man, glancing at hi$ companion. “About $5,000.” “Does he send the amount in money or by a check?” ; “Always in money.”* : eS, “Then the boy may have that money with him now?” . “Tt_is not unlikely.” ease: “Five thousand dollars would come in. very — handy for the three of us,” said the first man, * whose name _was Griffin. “Couldn’t we waylay the young chap before he reaches his destina« tion?” : 5 “What, in broad daylight?” exclaimed Eccles, — whose only objection to taking a hand in such an enterprise was the danger that appeared to surround it. : “What sort of place is Clifton?” asked Griffin, “It’s a small town overlooking the Narrows, the third from the ferry landing.” : “You can get there by the trolley, I suppose?” “Yes, or by the steam road.” z : a What part of the town does the woman live in? i ee eae “On the suburbs. She’s got a fine house sur- rounded by well laid-out grounds.” cr tem “She must be well fixed.” 2 “She is.” . ees He lives up in West Ninety-third Street, “Tf she lives outside of the town itself, we — ought to be able to work the trick.” poet ge “I don’t fancy the idea of trying such a danger- _ ous game in the daytime. Besides, the boy may — not be going to Mrs. Sedgeley’s.” one es “Tf he isn’t going that way, of course we needn’t bother about him.” : Ears “Y'd like to follow him and seé where he is going,” said Eecles. “I might find a chance to settle scores with him.” yar “If there’s anything in it for us we'll lend-vou ‘a hand,” said Griffin. “But you know we’ve got > this Miller matter to look after.’ That’s what is taking us over to the island.” 1a a . “We've got lots of time. Help me fix that boy and Ill make it right with you,” said Eccles, . Griffin said he had no objection if his frien Curley had none. Curley, thus appealed to, sai that as Eccles was one of them in the Miller affair he was willing to help him out in any side issue that did not interfere with the chie: object in sight. So it was decided that Arthu Gage was to be shadowed to his destination. — Art, quite unconscious of the plotting that was te

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Bee . A FIGHT FOR MONEY s going against him igee by, was enjoying the sail - down the bay. He was afraid, however, from the looks of the sky ahead, that he would be caught in a rainstorm before his errand was. finished. _ By this time the boat reached her slip at St. George, the heavens wore quite a threatening “look. He had been directed by the cashier to take the trolley road out, as that line would take him within three blocks of Mrs. Sedgeley’s resi- dence. Accordingly, he made a bee-line for a ear as soon as the Bangplank was in position for the passengers to land. Eccles and his ecom- panions boarded the same car, the former pulling his hat well down about his eyes to prevent the boy from recognizing him, if possible. Art didn’t ‘take particular notice of the thrée, especially as the car was crowded. # “J believe he is going to Clifton, — pered to Griffin. ’ f “So much the better, if he’s got the: money about him. . We can kill two birds with one stone. Make a haul and help you take your revenge on the kid. Getting the money away from him, if he has it, ought to satisfy you, I should think. Eecles whis- 3 4a bie hole with his boss,” replied Eccles, in a tone of satisfaction. : While they were talking the car bowled merri- -. jy along its way. Some of the passengers got off jn the neighborhood of Tompkinsville, and mdre near Stapleton, so that the car was only about half filled as it proceeded on toward Clifton. The sky now looked. dark and sullen, and Art began _to fear that he would get a soaking before he -eould reach his destination, which wasn’t a pleas. ant prospect so far away from home. As the car drew near where he was to get off it began to “rain: a Jittle. ~. “Just my luck!” Art muttered. “It’s liable to “come down in bucketfuls before: I get a block from the trolley, and there doesn’t seem to be any shelter to speak of around this neighbor- “hood. Ill have to stand under some big tree aud take my chances.” At length the car stopped at the street cross- ng e he had to alight, and he got off. shy g up the collar of his jacket, he started ata lively pace. Eccles and his associates also * pgot.off and followed him. The ex-clerk was now = satisfied that the hoy was bound for Mrs. Sedge- “Tey’s and intimated that fact to Griffin and Curley. ‘he three were delighted that the change in the weather was putting the game in their hands. Art was unconsciously leading them a_ lively - chase, much to their disgust, for they had all they could do ito prevent him from distancing them. ‘About half the distance to Mrs. Sedgeley’s ijome had been covered when the rain began com- fing down in right good earnest. Art was about o take shelter under a large oak tree when he saw a shed that looked like an abandoned black/ smith shop off to one side. He hailed it with isfaction, and made a break for it as fast as he could go. Eccles and his companions followed suit. Under the circumstances there was noth- @ suspicious in this move Of theirs. ~ It looked os ‘if they were bent on escaping the sudden down- ‘pour also. Art saw them coming when he dashed into. the shed and thought nothing of it. They ed in Feu ter him, Jumped on him and bore him *“T don’t know but it will, for it will put him in. “What the deuce are you about?” demanded the surprised and indignant boy. “Gag him before he lets out a yell,” said Eccles, —_ was squatting on the young messenger’s egs T Art woke up to the fact that his over- throw had not been accidental, as he had sup- posed it was, but that he had been deliberately attacked. This was a mighty serious state of affairs for him, seeing that he carried a large sum of money about his person. He immediately began to put up a stott resistance, and being a strong boy, he gave the three rascals a whole lot of trouble before they got his hands: bound be- hind his back and a handkerchief tied around his mouth. In order to prevent him from kick- ing, they tied his ankles together with a hand- kerchief provided by Eccles. their victim helpless, Griffin proceeded to go through his pockets, and soon’ pulled out the package addressed to Mrs. Sedgeley. It was too dark for them to tell whethér it was what they were after, so a match was struck that Eccles might look at it. He took the pre- caution to turn his back on the boy while the match was burning, for he did not care to have Art identify him. “That’s the monéy,” he said, in a tone of satis- faction, throwing down the match. “Good,” replied Griffin. “Now, it would only let up rainin’ we could be off.” : here was no prospect of an immediate stop- page in the downpour, which was descending in sheets just as if it never meant to stop. ‘The wind, too, was sweeping it through the air in a way that no umbrella could withstand, so that the streets were entirely deserted at that mo- ment. Griffin and Curley dragged Art into a corner and left him, quite satisfied that he was in no shape to give them any further trouble. The three men then stood by the door, looking: out into the rain, and talking together in low tones. If they thought the young messenger boy was going to lie tamely in the eorner without making an effort to escape from his predicament, they were greatly mistaken. Arthur Gage wasn’t built that way. It is true that he was. practically . helpless as things stood, but he always. went on the principle that while there’s life there’s hope. Consequently the moment they left him to him- - self he began a persistent attempt to free him- self. Whatever noise he made was drowned by the driving rain that beat a loud tattoo on the sides of the shed. Just what he expected to do in case he did recover the use of his limbs he did not know as yet, but he was fully resolved to recover that package of money somehow. He felt that he was responsible for its safe delivery to Mrs. Sedgeley, and to have to return to the office and report its loss: would never do at all. Mr. Warwick would hardly trust him with a similar important errand again. And Bessie—she was bound to hear about the matter, and what would she think of him? His wrists were bound by a handkerchief, doubly knotted, but, owing to his. struggles when the job was done, Curley, who attended to it, made a bungling matter of it. Art seon found this out, and it took him-only a Then he tore. the gag from his mouth, and pulling out his knife he loosened the knots of the handkerchief seis ao few minutes to release his hands. r- 4 15. Having. rendered”

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16 held his feet. Loeking towards the three men he saw the money, package sticking out of Griffin’s side pocket. The fellow was leaning in a negligent way against the side of the doorway. Then Art looked around the interior of the shed. There was a hole in the ceiling through which dangled a rope right above where Art s Ap- parently there was some kind of a loft up there. Art figured that if he could get the package out of the rascal’s pocket without attracting his at- * tention, or that of his companions, and then- had time enough to climb the rope into the loft, he would be able to stand the men off, for he did not see how they could follow him except by, the repe, and he meant to haul that up after him. ‘Full of this idea, and favored by the darkness and.the drumming of the rain against the build- jing, he softly approached the stalwart form of Griffin. -- The lounging position of the man, with his coat thrown back, favored Art. He extended his ‘fingers, softly gripped the end of the package and slowly and artfully drew it out of the pocket. At last it was entirely out and in his possession, and Griffin made no ‘move. Dropping: it into his own pocket, he made his way back to where the rope hung through the opening above. Grasping it firmly in his hands, he began to haul himself slowly upward, hand over hand, till he was able to grip it with his legs. In this way he got within reaching distance of the hole in the ceiling. As he put out one hand to grasp the side of the opening the rope, which was somewhat rotten, gave way suddenly above his head, and he fell like a shot, striking the floor with a tremendous crash that thoroughly startled the three men at the door. - 6HAPTER X-In Which Arthur Gets Hold of a Golden Tip and Makes a Dandy Haul. The floor beneath the opening was not strong enough to, withstand the impact of Arthur Gage’s one hundred and forty pounds of aygirdupois. The boards were soft and pulpy through age, and the boy went through them like a demon through a trap in the stage in a pantomime. When the startled rascals’ turned around to see what had caused the crash he had disappeared into the _cellar below, leaving a gaping hole behind him. “What was that?” gasped Eccles. “Sounded like the roof had fallen in,” -Griffin, “but it hasn’t.” “Something struck the floor, for I felt it shake,” said Curley. “Let’s see what caused the noise,” said Griffin, walkie over into the corner where they had ’ left the young messenger. The other two followed him. “Hello!” ejaculated Griffin.: “There’s a ‘Sle hole in the floor and the boy is gone!” “Gone!” eried Eecles and Curley, in a breath. “Yes, gone. “Something must have fallen on him from above, through that hole in the ceiling. It looks as if he’s a gone coon.’ “If it was heavy enough to knock him through the floor it must have killed him,” said Eccles. “J wouldn’t give a fiver for his life.” | The speaker flashed a match down \the hole, and ha three men saw Arthur Gage | lying half pie replied A FIGHT FOR MONEY af pee a stunned directly under the break in the floor. * “Say,” said Curley, suddenly, “there was a Tope- hangin’ out of that hole. It’s gone.” : riffin remembered seeing the rope, too, and its absence suggested to his mind that whatever it was held the rope must have fallen and caused the damage. ss “The rain is letting up,”- said Eccles. “we'd r better get away from here at once.” The other two agreed that the sooner they | made ‘a change of base thesbetter. Accordingly — they started off at once, and Griffin did not miss the money package until they were many — blocks away. Soon after they left the shed Art — recovered his ulties and sat up. He found ~ himself in pi darkness, and naturally his first improssion was to wonder where he was. In a — few minutes recollection returned to him, and he | recalled how “he was climbing the rope to the © loft when it had suddenly given way and pre- — cipated him to the floor with a shock that had ~ knocked his brains wool-gathering. He had an — indistinct idea that the floor had given way under : him and that he fell through. As soon as he found out that he was not injured the first thing — he did was to feel for the money packa: He was much relieved to find that it was sti in his — pocket. x “Well, the money is safe, that’s some anlietae=< tion; and I don’t seem to be hurt, which is an- — other. The fioor must have been rotten and I’ve — tumbled into the cellar. I wonder what those — rascals thought about the racket? I don’t hear © any sounds above. Could they have been scared away? It hardly seems likely. I should like to know if they are up there yet. I should think that chap who had the money package must | have missed it by this time and would start a search for it. I made quite a hole up there,” he added, 5 noticing the break in the gloom which anaes that end of the shed. “The next thing will be t get out of this place.” He ventured to strike a match and look ‘ome The place had a distinctly ‘earthy smell, and was 8 littered with dirt, seraps of old iron, discarded a horseshoes, broken boxes, while the ceili and — walls were festooned with cobwebs. ‘tenga aga = rude stairway in the corner opposite from th spot where’ Art stood, and he immediately walked over to it. He found that it communicated with a cover or flap opening upward. Pushing against — jt the cover ‘yielded after an effort, and Art. ; shoved it open with some caution, for he did not know but the men might still be there. = his eyes reached the level of’ the floor he delighted to see that the shed was vacant. ‘As Art was in the act of pushing the cee E entirely so he could get out he heard the souhds : of rapid footsteps outside, and fearing that i was the three men returning he let the cover fz back and took his seat on the steps. He heard steps on the floor above, as two or more men, entered the’ place, and then after a stamping and te shuffling of shoes on the board, compara’ e silence succeeded. After a little while Art took courage -to lift the flap again and look to see” whether the persons we newcomers or the | bunch of rascals who had assaulted him. Glane- — ing out, he saw two well-dressed men. clese by. They were evidently gentlemen who: had ¢ refuge in the shed when the rain came on.

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The two’ gentlemen, after impatiently abusing _ the weather, began to talk on a subject that soon interested their unseen listener. Art learned that - the N. Y. & N. H. road had just acquired pos- - session of the N. Y. & B. and N. Y. & P. C. roads, rivals of the former, by purchasing the Millvale Company, owned by certain large’ cap- ‘ italists, which was the holding company of the stock of the two rival roads. One of the gentle- ~~ men remarked that as soon as the. announcement ef the deal was made public, which would be about the middle of the coming week, it would “cause a great stir in financial circles. “What we’ve got to do, John,” he continued, “is te get hold of as many shares of the two roads that are floating about as possible. When the holding company was formed by consent of the majority of the, stockholders of the roads a cer- » tain minority, as usual in such eases, refused to . agree to the arrangement. I know several of these people in a general way, and some of them J am sure are anxious: to sell out at as near the ' market as they can get. The insiders on this dead are now after them, and ecrgonc a aA we have no time to spare.” i “Who are some of these people?” : a “Mrs. George Sedgeley, two blocks below here, * ig one. She got 2,000 shares of the N. Y. & B. ‘which I understand she’ll sell for 22, Then there’s Alfred McArthur, of No. — West Seventy-second Street. He has 2,000 of N. Y. & P. C., the mar- ket price of whieh has lately gone down to 21. If we can secure both these batches we’ll be able : to double our money.” isney “Well, I’m with you. It will take about $85,- ~~ 000 to. make the two purchases, that is nearly $45,000 apiece for us. I haven’t near that amount at the bank,-but I’ll be able Xo raise it Monday, if that wili be time enough.” eS “That will do, for the public won’t learn about the deal before Wednesday afternoon or Thurs- day morning.” The men continued to converse on the subject until: ‘the rain finally stopped and the sky showed signs of clearing off, when they left the* shed. Arthur then came up out of the cellar, brushed himself off as well as he could and started for the residence of Mrs. Sedgeley.. ‘He found the house readily enough, and when 2 the servant answered his ring, he asked for Mrs. 'Sedgeley. He was asked to step in, and then he told the maid that he had\met with an ac- eident on the way, and asked her if she would ~ provide him with a brush to remove the dust ‘from his clothes. He accepted the service with thanks, and after the job was done he presented her with half a dollar for her trouble. He was then shown into the parlor and Mrs. Sedgeley ‘was informed that a young man from Broker farwick’s office was waiting below to see her. When she appeared Art introduced himself and then handed her the package he had brought to her, asking her to count the money and sign the enclosed receipt. She found the sum to be cor- rect and signed the receipt. “Now, Mrs. Sedgeley, I suppose. you haye no objection to me doing you a favor,” he said, after he had put the receipt in his pocket. _ “What is the favor?” she inquired, with a smile. “J believe you own 2,000 shares of N. Y. & B. : stock,” he. said. Be ea A FIGHT FOR MONEY Pe ne OE Par tS oe RR AR RD eI a a do,” she replied. “Have you been aniciaes ef selling it?” ae <n would sell it if I could get what I want for it. “What is that?” “Twenty-two. dollars a share.” “Well, I think you will have an offer for the stock in a couple of days. Now, if you will take my advice, you will not sell the stock, for I have good reason to know that, owing to a combination of circumstances, your stock is liable to be worth double its present value before the end of next week.” Mrs. Sedgeley was very anxious to know what Art referred to, and under a promise of secrecy he told her what he had heard the two gentlemen say in the shed. ; “IT am very much obliged to you, Mr. Gage,” said the lady, who appreciated the tip at its full value. “I shall not sell my stock to either of the gentlemen if they should call on me for that purpose. As an evidence of my appreciation of your kindness in advising me of the proba- bility of a rise in value of my shares, I promise you that I will present you with ten per cent. of whatever I make out of the shares over and “above 22.” “Thank you, ma’am,” answered Art. not refuse your generous offer.” After quite a pleasant chat with Mrs. Sedgeley Art took his leave, fully determined to try and purchase, through the little bank. on Nassau Street, the 2,000 shares of N. Y. & P. C. at pres~ ent owned toy Mr. McArthur, of West Seventy- second Street. On Monday morning he left the order for the stock at the bank and put up the necessary ten per cent. security on the same, at -the same time informing the clerk. where the stock could be gotten. The bank’s representative found no diffi- culty in buying the shares at the market price of 21, and Art was duly notified that they were held’ subject to his order. On Wednesday morning Art received a note from Mrs. Sedgeley stating that a gentleman had called on her and tried to in- duce her to sell her shares of the N. Y. & B., “T will making offer as high as 30 for them, which fully confirmed in her mind the value of Art’s tip, and she had refused to part with the stock. On Thursday morning the news of the deal between the N. Y. & N. H. and the Millvale holding com- pany came out in all the papers, and it led to great excitement in Wall Street. The securities of the two small roads which had been acquired by the big line made a jump of 20 points in the — market that day, and by Saturday noe 50 was asked and 49 offered for the stock of both. Both Art-.and Mrs. Sedgeley sold out at that figure, piel the former the tremendous profit of $55,0 aueser ; Thus re suddenly found his little capital of $4,600 unexpectedly raised to the goodly sum of — $65,000. And it all came about through an ad- venture that had at first promised to turn .out - i greatly to his disadvantage. This time he de- cided to say nothing to Bess about his latest success, as his profits were so large that he feared he would have to make an explanation as to how he came by his tip, and he didn’t care to do that. He told his mother the whole story _ of his adventure on Staten Island, and showed

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Bt 13 ~her the check from the bank, covering his win- nings.. Of--course she was astonished at the amount of his profits, which seemed to her as almost beyond reason, but as the proof of the pudding was before her she could not doubt the truth of it. Next day Art presented her with $5,000 to bank for herself. Z CHAPTER XI.—How Bob Pickering Helps - Arthur to Swell His Capital. Art said nothing to Mr. Warwick about the “narrow escape he had had from losing the pack- age of money intrusted to his care to deliver to Mrs. Sedgeley. One day, about a, month later, Bob Pickering came into the office. “However it is well not to be too rash. oe Art, can I make a deal with you?” he said. : “What kind of a deal?” replied our young messenger. - 5 “Well, I’ve got hold of a tip at last. You have money and can work it if you want to, while £ haven’t any funds and therefore it’s no use to me. Now, if J let you have it I think you ought to let me in on a percentage of your winnings.” “That’s fair, if your pointer is worth anything,” — replied Art. Bob told him he had overheard two brokers, whose names he mentioned, talking about a pool ‘that had been formed to boom L. & S. shares. Another broker, named Bradley, was to do the buying on the floor of the Exchange in a day or two, “Tf I had a few hundred dollars,” said Bob, “I'd back the stock to the limit. I don’t see why you shouldn’t tackle it.” : “Tl look the matter up, Bob. If I go into it and “win out Ill give you $500 flat. Will that suit you?” 2 “Sure, it will,” said the delighted Bob.‘ Art lost no time in investigating the informa- tion. He found that L. & S. was going at 56. Two days laterhe discovered that Broker Brad- ley was buving the stock as fast as it was offered to him. The price then had gone up to 57. . *J guess Bob’s tip is all right,” he thought. Vl buy 3,000 shares as a starter,” and he did. Two days afterward the stock was up to 59, and he bought 2,000 shares more at that figure. He had now about half his money in on margin, ‘and he thought that was as much of a risk as he _ buy another 1,000 shares. ought to take. On Monday of the ensuing week L. & S. was quoted at 60, and Art ventured to It went up to 62 that day. Next day the brokers began to take a good deal of interest in L. & S. and it advanced to 65 . - on heavy trading.. On Wednesday there was ex- excitement to burn around the standard of the stock, the announcement was made of a consolida- _ tion with another road which gave’L. & 5. an _ opening into Pittsburg. At two o'clock it was going at 7) anda frac- SS ~ tion. Although there was évery indication of a _ further rise next day, Art found time to go to the bank and order his holdings ‘sold at the mar- “ket. This wus done befote three o’clock. “and Art - is FOR MONEY “would certainly have opened his eyes very w & ‘ v sat down to figure up his profits. On the 3,000 shares he had made $13 a share; on the 2,000 he bought at 59 he had made $11 a share, and on the last 1,000 shares his profit was $10 a share— making a total of $71,000 tothe good. He had done so well that. he decided that it would be. the right thing to double the $500 he had prom- ised Bob. Next morning the report of the con- solidation was denied and the price of the shares tumbled like wildfire. Bob saw the slump'on the ticker and it gave him a fit, for he was afraid Art had not closed out. He rushed into Mr. War- wick’s office to see him, but Art was out on an | errand, and so he had to curb his impatience and trepidation as best he could. His boss sent him — on an errand before Art got back, and thus it was all day, so that the boys did not come to-- gether until after office hours. By that time the — bottom had fallen completely out of L. & S., and it was selling way-down at 55.. af: y “Say, Art, did you sell out? L. & S. has gone down to the bow-wows, and I’ve been in.a cold — sweat all day. I was into your office threetimes trying to see you, but every time you were out.” — “Then you’ve had your funk for nathing,” re- plied his friend, coolly. “I sold out yesterday at the top of the market nearly, and I made a good. thing out of the deal.” ‘ we “Glory hallelujah!” cried Bob. $500.” . ae “I’ve done so well by your tip that I have con- cluded to vive you twice $500.” Pe Net “What!” ejaculated Bob. that!” “I do mean it. As soon as I get a settlement with the bank you shall have $1,000 caSh. You are entitled to it.% arses “Art, you’re a brick! anyway ?” Zaey faty “That is a business secret, Bob. Be satisfied with the $1,000.” ; poet “J will. Gee! J’ll be wealthy.” - Cate “Well, you can go home and eat’a hearty sup- per. tonight, feeling that you are ahead of the game.” ; . pied “Bet your life I can. I tell you I feel like a bird.” Dae Art also felt like a bird, or a whole nest ful of birds, too, for he was now worth $130,000. Nobody was on to that facet but his mother. She was his only confidante. He had ceased al- together to tell Bessie about his stock trans tions, and she, supposing that he was out of the market, never referred to the matter. Mr. and Mrs. Warwick could hardly fail to observe the growing attachment between the young people but they did not attempt to nip it in the bud. The broker had long since-sized up Arthur a an uncommonly smart boy, and was satisfied was going to make his mark in the world. = i “Then I get my “You don’t -mean How much did you make, ba indeed if he had found out that the boy had mad such a big sum of money out of the stock mar. ket. Art had accomplished the feat without once neglecting his duties to his employer, which made the matter all the more semarkable. He would have been the happiest boy in the world if hadn’t been for the mystery which still hover around his father. Mrs. Gage had given her husband up for dead months since, but not so- Art. While he did not believe that his fathe sal

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had skipped out to parts unknown with that half a million, for he felt sure that had his father taken the money he would have been located be- fore that lapse of time, he believed that the miss- ing money had something to .do with his parent’s disappearance. y out this way he could not satisfactorily explain, but he was always thinking about it that way, nevertheless. He.earnestly hoped that the mys- _ tery might be cleared up some day, for until it, was, the stigma of it all would cling to his father’s memory, and incidentally overshadow ’ himself and his mother as well. He frequently talked the matter over with Bessie, of ose _ sympathy he was assured, and she always tried to cheer him up by telling him that she was con- fident that his father’s name would ultimately be -. vindicated. rr f 7° CHAPTER XIL—The Abduction. We have said Griffin did not discover the ab- sence of the money package he had taken from Arthur Gage that rainy afternoon on Staten Island until he and his companions Were some ‘distance from the scene of the robbery. When he did find it out there. was something doing. ‘What he said would hardly look well in type, and what Eccles and Curley said was equally em- phatic. Griffn was satisfied that he must have dropped the package in the shed somehow, and his associates agreed that there was_no other way to account for its loss, unless it had dropped out of his pockets en route. It was up to them to retrace their steps, for a package supposed to ‘contain the sum of $5,000 was altogether too _ yaltiable to be abandoned without an effort for its x recovery. The fresh shower of rain that came up held them anchored for twenty minutes under a big tree. That was the rain which sent the gen- tiemen into the shed, and incidentally provided Art with his golden tip. When Griffin and his companions finally reached the shed Art had only left it a few minutes before. They made a thorough search for’ the package, but found it 1ot. Then they thought they would look and see whether the boy they supposed to be knocked out showed any signs of life. When Eccles flash- ed a match down the hole the boy in question was no longer there. “He’s crawled away somewhere in the waite or, not being so badly hurt. as we supposed, has got out of the place and gone away,” said Hecles. “That’s what it looks like,” admitted Gviffin. “Drop down there, Curley, and see whether he’s there or not.” Curley lowered himself into the cellar, and by matchlight looked the place over, but there was no sign of Art, who at that moment was “ringing the bell at the home of Mrs. Sedgeley. ee reported the facts and his associates help- d him out of the cellar. - : “Maybe the young monkey found the package there I dropped it, somewhere near the door,” ‘said Griffin, with an imprecation at the thought. “Tt is poss®le, since there’s no sign of it around,” replied Eccles. “Why. the dickens couldn’t ou have been more careful wi the age? We're simply out a cold $1,700 apiece hat we had ‘collared in such a fortunate way, a a A FIGHT FOR- MONEY Just why he figured the matter \ 19 It’s enough to make a man swear like blue blazes.” There didn’t seem to be any doubt but that the package was gone for good, and they left the shed in a pretty bad humor indeed. What they did between that time and a certain afternoon ‘two weeks later does not concern this story. On the afternoon in question they were seated in a small back room of a cheap saloon in the Ten- derloin district, drinking and smoking. That they seemed to have plenty of money now was evidenced by the fact that champagne was the nectar they were swallowing and the cigars that graced their lips were two-for-a-quarter ones. The three were dressed in smart business suits. Griffin and Curley no longer looked like me- chanics, but rather like the average sport whose haunts were in the neighborhood. Their full beards had vanished, and both sported only mus- taches. Eecles locked like he did before, only better dressed, and with a diamond ring on his little finger.s Clearly they had made a haul some- where. As they didn’t expect their funds to last forever they were plotting to secure another windfall. And this scheme centered around . Broker Warwick, whom they expected to kidnap and hold for ransom. The proprietor of a private sanitarium out in New Jersey, who had a very expansive conscience when there was a fat wad in sight, had consented to help them out on condi- tion of receiving a quarter of the profits. The sanitarium had formerly been a large farmhouse. Dr. Craft had bought it, with its sur- rounding acres, cheap. Then he built a tall wall with barbed wire protectors on top around the “house and a portion of the ground. A_ stouv door was put in the, wall on which a brass plate announced that this was “Dr. Craft’s Sanitarium.” Then the doctor let the fact be known that he boarded and lodged patients for an indefinite period, and that he made a specialty of “trouble- some” persons afflicted with manias, who other- wise appeared to be sane. This institution was started while Arthur Gage was at the Berkeley Academy, and it wasn’t long before Dr. Craft had a number of permanent “patients,” for whose board, lodging and “treatment” he received a liberal compensation. Griffin had werked for the doctor in the capacity of head keeper, and that is how he came to know him and his. methods. A yearning for the lights and shadows of the Tenderloin had caused Griffin. to sever his rela- tions with Dr. Craft much against his employer’s will. The doctor sent Griffin a sum of money every little while to remind him that a still tongue makes a wise head, which, in plain English, meant that his former keeper was not to say anything about what he knew of the inner workings of the sanitarium. When the plan was broached to spirit Broker Warwick out ‘of New York the doctor’s sanitarium was selected as the place where he could be temporarily detained until he was wing to accede to the demands of his “abducto @ Eccles knew that Mr. Warwick went to a. certain Turkish bath house’ every Saturday af- ternoon, and then took a cab for his home. The . schéme was to provide a certain cabman to se- “eure the broker as a “fare.” - This cab was especially arranged for the in- troduction of a drug through the roof for the ™a%~ «

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je0 ‘pose of renderine a passenger temporarily in- / sensible so that he could be easily robbed by a confederate. The cabby plied his trade at night, but .he had no objection to doing day work when | somebody wanted to avail himself of the vehicle ‘and was willing to pay well for the accommoda- ‘+tion.. Eccles, Griffin and Curley completed their -plot that afternoon in the back room for the , saloon. It was to be put into executinn on the ‘following day, which was Saturday. It was the ‘broker’s custom to take a light lunch downtown at noon, then ride uptown to his club, and around jfour o’clock go to the bath house. That afternoon ‘Art and Bob went for a long bicycle ride in New ,Jersey. On their return they were belated along ‘the road by the breakdown of Bob’s machine, iwhich required some repairs before it would bear fits rider on his -way. The place where they were ;held up was close to Dr. Craft’s Sanitarium, and ‘it was dusk by the time they. were ready to con- itinue their journey to Hoboken. At that mo- iment a cab rolled rapidly up the-road. The thorse shied at the indistinct figures of the boys as they left the shelter of a tree and, making a ‘sudden dash forward, ran into a tree, and smash- ,ed the front axle, the vehicle turning over on ‘its side and dumping the driver and another man ‘who sat on the box into the dust. “Gee!” exclaimed Bob. “Here’s trouble to burn. . Come, let’s lend them a hand, Art.” The boys hastily dismounted from their wheels, stood them against the tree and ran to the men’s assistance. Both appeared to be pretty badly shaken up, and after raising them up, Art went to the partly overturned cab, opened the door and looked inside. A peculiar fruity smell as- ‘gaulted the boy’s nose as the-air in ‘the vehicle eseaped in his face. huddled in a heap on the floor of the cab. Pre- suming he had been stunned by the accident, Art seized him by the arms and drew him out into the air. Looking in the passenger's face, he was astonished when, even in the growing darkness, he recognized his employer. “My gracious!” the boy ejaculated, “It’s Mr, Warwick.” At that moment-one of the men, who had re- eovered his faculties, observed what Art was about. With an imprecation he sprang to his feet, dashed at the young messenger and felled him to the road with a terrible blow on the side of the head, which rendered the boy unconscious, } CHAPTER XIII.—Confined In the Cellar.' When Arthur came to his senses he had a very confused idea of his surroundings. It was some moments before he realized that he was sitting against a post to which he was secured by a rope passed several times around his body~ and arms. Clearly he was a prisoner, and in songe place. where the darkness was so thick that it seemed as if it could be cut into chunks. “What the dickenS am I up against?” he asked imself, “I remember now that I had just assisted he insensible form of Mr. Warwick out of the joverturned cab when one of the men connected” ywith the vehicle rushed at me like a wild animal and: gave me a smash aloneside the head that felt °UT FOR MONEY. He saw the figure of a man” as if a pile driver had hit me. is all I remember. At any rate, that : Now I find myself bound to~ this post. I’d like to know why I’ve been made a prisoner. And I wonder where Bob is, and whether anything happened to him. He never would desert me.” Art kicked out his foot, which came into ¢on- tact with something soft and produced an i oe lation in Bob’s voice. “Fold on, there, Art. Those are my ribs. Have you come to your senses?” “Why, hello, Bob, you there?” replied Art, in surpHise. “Are you a-prisoner, too?” “T should think I am. The rascals trussed me up to a post inal as they did you.” a “What did they treat us that way for?” re “Ask me something easier,” g¥owled Bob. “When that chap knocked you silly in the road — while you were helping his passenger out of the — upset cab, I put up a big protest. What did I ~— get for it? A clout on the head from the other chap that made me see a shower of stars. Be- — fore I could turn on him he fetched me a second _ clip that landed me in the road half dazed. The two men then came together and I heard them talking together and swearing’ like troopers, evi- — dently blaming us for the accident. sanitarium and rang the bell. While he was — away my wits came back and I started to get up. The other chap saw me move and he pounced on me like a load of bricks. He took a blackjack from his. pocket and swore he’d smash my head in — if I didn’t lie quiet. Under the circumstances I concluded to obey orders. I guess you would have done so, too. After a little while the other man came back with a couple of stout fellows who carried ropes in their hands. They grabb bed: me and tied my arms behind my back in spite of — a strenuous objection on my part. I asked them what they took me for, but they only laughed and requested me to shut up. Then they went over — to you. and treated you likewise. After which they grabbed me and carried me inside the gate of the sanitarium. The two cabmen followed with They dropped us on the ground and soon after I saw the cab chaps carry their passenger, who was senseless, through the gate, too, and. up to the front door of the building, where he was aken charge of by others and carried insid hen the four men took you and me and carried us down into the basement of the building. Lighting a lantern so they could see their way. w were conveyed into this place, which is a board- ed-up section of the cellar. They bound us bo to posts and then retired, padlocking the door on us. Now you’ve got the whole story.” “I don’t see why they treated us in this rough way,” said Art. “One would ane they took us for highway robbers.” “T guess they’re trving to oat square with 1 ; because of the accident that happened to the cal The horse shied at us as we took the road on o wheels and they put the blame of the sige r ee us, no doubt.” : Pepi e: re not responsible for whit their horas «Whether we are or not, we’re in a bad piekle over it.- Some chance of our getting foes ‘to- night, at se rate.” ;

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ee A FIGHT FOR MONEY ig Shall make a bie kick to Mr. Warwick over ES “What good will that do? We don’t know “ho - these cabmen are.’ ~~ + Fe’ll know.” es oy a will he?” _. “Why, he was their passenger.” _ “What!” ejaculated Bob. “t was Mr. Warwick who I was helping cut of. the cab when that big chap knocked me end over end with his fist.” “You don’t say. I wonder what brought him ‘awav out here in a cab?” “That’s his)business, not ours. I’m sorry that we were the unintentional cause of his mishap. _ I hope he isn’t hurt. I should never forgive my- ~ self if he was.” - “It’s a good thing for him that the sanitarium was close by. The doctor of the place will bring him around all tight, so you needn’t worry. The estion that most concerns us is what these cab chaps intend to do with us.” self. ” replied Art, doggedly. 5 “How are you going to help yourself? “by trying to get free. Why don’t you see if you ean work your arms loose from the rope? That’s what I’m trying. to do now.” “Pm bound too tight.” : *pose you are bound tight, the rope might be T’ve nearly got one of my arms ; TR ade to give. loose already.” ‘you have you’re a bird, or vou’re not bound as tight as I am. Why, I can hardly breathe from Be way the rope hugs my chest.” Arthur made no reply, but continued to tug : iy at his bonds. It is true his bonds were not as secure as Bob’s but that would have made no fference to him. Bob gave up in disgust after w ineffective efforts, while Art kept working y, resting only when he was forced to. - J], how are you getting on?” growled Bob. owly, but surely,” replied Art I can’t do a thing with my ropes. They might made of steel for all the i impression I can make them.” Vil cut you loose if I can get free,” friend, encouragingly. fter another fifteen minutes’ work Art got 1e of his arms loose. It was his right arm. nd that was al] he wanted. He thrust his hand rto his pocket, got out his jackknife, and the was easy. : I’m free, Bob,” he said, exultantly. ‘Are you, really?” asked Bob, joyfully. This looks like it.” he replied, as he crawled ver to his companion and began to cut him loose. : “You're all to “the good, old man,” replied Bob, nm a tone of satisfaction, as he stood up and yeped Bie Hie limbs and chest where the rope had e a thing is to get out of this hole,” id Art, striking a match and looking over the closure. < "he door is locked, I think with a padlock, “T heard them fix it when they left.” s statement proved to be correct. and it if they were cornered. Art tried the replied “by one yall peemed to be solid enough “Tt don’t mean to stay here if I can help my-— to see if he ‘could find a weak : a3 this room ¥et,? oat bs 21 noticed that one had an immense knot in the center. ~* “If we could drive that knot out we could | break the board in half easy enough,” he’ re-| marked. . “We could then force the lower end; out and that would leave an opening wide enough | for us to pass through.” Art tried his heel on the knot several times, | and_so did Bob, but they made no impression on it.” “That won’t do,” said Art. “Let’s see if we! can’t find something that will do better.” A survey of the place produced results in the shape of a piece of iron water pipe. With this’ instrument the knot was demolished, then the board was broken at the knothole and the lower. half pulled inside and wrenched off. The boys — squeezed themselves through the opening and: thus ebstained the freedom of the whole cellar, | * CHAPTER XIV.—Condusion. “Now, if the cellar door is not locked, or other-. wise secured, we will be able to walk out,” said i Art. “You saw where they brought us down. Lead the way.” With the help of matchlight Bob traced his: way to a short flight of stone steps covered by ai pair of wooden shutters that worked-on hinges. | B oor where they brought us down,” saidi ‘0 ’ Art ran up the steps and pushed against the: cover. It was held by a staple and padlock on. the outside. “We can’t get out down here,” said Art. “Per- haps. we can get out of a window on the next. story. ” He started up the stairs with Bob at his heels. He tried two doors and found them locked, and then laid his hand on the knob of the third. It: was not locked, but as he started to push it open he heard a soft, oily voice in the room. “Come, now, Gage, don’t act sulky,” said the voice. “If you. continue. to give me trouble Ill have to put you ina straitjacket, do you under: stand?” “Man, man, will no appeal that I can make tes you soften your heart?” replied a voice that sent the blood rushing back on Art’s heart, for he dis- tinetly recognized the voice as his father’s. “You: know, Dr. Craft, that I am the victim of a das- tardly plot. You know that David Mallison is. paying you to keep me. here a hopeless prisoner while he is free, enjoying the fruits of his vil- lany,” went on the familiar tones. Arthur waited to hear no more. Dashing open the door, he rushed into the. room, erying: “Father! Father!” Dr. Craft, who was a little man, with a silky: mustache and sneaky black eyes, sprang around! and faced the boy. Art thrust him aside and rushed to his father, who had sprung from his: chair on recognizing his son’s voice. ; The astonished Bob saw Art throw himself into — the arms of the white-faced man whom he called - father. _Dr. Craft, with an imprecation, made a dart for the doorway, but Bob headed him off, ed and shut the door behind him. ~ ss “Not. much.” said Bob: “You don’t eet out of}

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= -and:tell the facts to the police. 22 The doctor placed his hand in his smoking- jacket pocket and pulled out an ivory whistle. As he placed it to his lips Bob struck him a heavy blow in the mouth, knocking him half way across the room. “We must get out of here at once, Art,” said Bob, bringing his companion back to the realiza- tion of their surroundings. “Come, father, you are going back to New York with us. Put on your hat and coat. Don’t ask me how Ivcame here. We’ll tell our stories when we are out of this sanitarium. Mother will- be wild with joy when she learns that you are alive. Neither she nor I ever believed that you ran off with that money. The truth will now come out to the world, and the guilty man shall receive just punishment for his double crime.” In a-dazed sort of way Frank Gage put on his hat and coat, while Art examined the window. Eseape could not be made that way, for it was provided with iron bars and wooden shutters. “We'd better secure this chap,” said Bob, point- ing to the doctor. Z Art thought so, too, so they bound and gagged him with strips torn from the coarse blanket on the bed. Then the three left the room and locked the door after them, thus making a prisoner of the doctor. Passing along the corridor they came to the front staircase, down which they took their way. The front door was before them. Tt was locked and bolted, but the key was there, and in a moment or two the three were outside of the building. re dae across to the gate, but this was barred arfd locked and the key was not in it. Art’s sharp eye, however, saw it hang- ing from a nail in a crevice, and he gtabbed it, thrust it into the lock, and opened the gate as soon as Bob took the bar déwn. Once outside they w&lked hurriedly to the tree where the boys had left their wheels, which were still there. “Now, Bob,” said Art, “hustle into Hoboken, here may be ’ other ‘patients in that house that are held there against their will. Father and I will wait here till you come back with a patrol wagon and offi- cers to arrest the rascals inside.” While father and son waited under the shadow of the tree for the police to come and expose the crookedness of the sanitarium, Frank Gage told his son the story of how he came to be hidden away from the world in the sanitarium. It ap- peared that David Mallison, the president of the Atlas Trust Co., had become involved in a big stock 17 iam Ste in which he had lost every cent he had, $100,000. He got Frank Gage to remain one “hight at the office to go over some papers with him, and then chloroformed~him and had him quietly removed. to Dr. Craft’s sanitarium, where he had previously arranged for his reception, and “his life incarceration. . half a dozen policemen, 'gistants were arrested, and the “patients” liber- ated. Among them Art was surprised to find Then he took the half-million, settled his ob- ligations, and gave out the impression that the eashier had decamped with the monev. Art then told his father how he and Bob came to be in the sanitarium, and how they had escaped from the cellar. By the time both their stories were finished a patrol wagon came up with Bob and The doctor and his as- fee ae Tr + ee: ie > me Set AM A FIGHT FOR- MONEY . a and had accumulated debts of above - a Mr. .Warwick, who had just. recovered from his stupor. Mr. David Mallison was arrested at. his residence that night, and on information from Dr. Craft, by the third degree, Griffin, Curley and Eccles were also captured by the police in the Tenderloin. When Art broke the news of — his father’s return to his mother, she fainted from joy, and when she came to she found her- self in her husband’s arms. Mr. Warwick gave Art and Bob all the credit of his rescue from the sanitarium, and presented each with a $1,000 bill. ~ When Art called at the broker’s house on Wed- — nesday night, Bessie rushed into the room, threw her arms about his neck and kissed him. he “Next to my father’s return and vindication ~~ u that is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said, holding the blushing girl in his arms. Before he left that night he and Bessie were — engaged, with her parents’ consent. David Malli- — son was duly tried, convicted and sent to the — State’s prison. So also were Griffin, Eccles and — Curley for a lesser term. Frank Gage was put back in his old position of cashier by the directors of the Atlas Trust Co:, and they also gave him — a handsome present as a token of their sympathy. Arthur was’ promoted to Mr. Warwick’s counting — room, and is now his representative on the floor of the Stock Exchange, with a partnership in prospect when he marries Bessie, which happy ~ event is expected to happen in the course of a year. Art finds opportunities to continue trading — on his own account, and has now $200,000 capital \ at his back, half of which he will put into his prospective father-in-law’s business when he be-_ comes the junior partner. Although Art lost his chance for a college education, he never regrets — that he had to leave school for Wall Street. __ Next week’s issue will contain “STRANDED — ‘OUT WEST; or, THE BOY WHO FOUND A SILVER MINE.” oe ; Pe cn QUICKSAND SUCKS THOROUGHFARE OF BUTLER (N. J.) DOWN 10 FEET. A section of Butler’s Main Street was under — water lately, and storekeepers feared that more of the street would disappear. Several years. ago it was discovered that the thoroughfare had been built across a bed of quicksand. At varioui times the situation had been brought to the at- tention of the Morris County Freeholders and tine town authorities. Nothing was done to change the condition. Stores were built as the town grew, — sewers and water pipes were laid. Citizens be sett to believe the quicksand would remain quies- cent. pera ate Some time the other night it went into action, disturbed, it is believed, by a heavy steam shovel — working on the new county highway through the — town. Forty feet of Main Street began to sink - and in the morning, in front of a hardware store, there was a hole ten feet wide, forty feet long and gS “ie cracked... ,

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Fer: FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY ) 23 ; BUCKSKIN BILL, THE COWBOY ly examined the vein for a few moments to gauge its. value. PRINCE . lt was only a few inches thick and about two feet broad, the gold showing as a dull, dark-red- | Or, : dish substance where it ran through the vein. ee : “By thunder, it'll pay a thousand dollars ter The Rough Riders of the Ranch ther ton,” he remarked at length. “An’ thar’s 10 tellin’ how far it runs beyond this yere drift.” . : 25 tell you the claim is worth a big fortune, g Sa Jim.” : By GASTON GARNE “A blind man could see that, Hank,” replied the outlaw leader, gleefully. “An’ now whar’s them concentrations wot ther colonel’s men has ~~ > ° (A Serial Story.) . already mined?” ’ “Follow me and Ill show you.” CHAPTER XI. Hank Sawkins led the captain up to the barns, | ‘A where several mule teams were stabled. : Down In The Gold Mine. Cogniie ae door of the ape hs aR aay i ‘i § ‘al bi - d with bags. c=. Der ther Buena Vista, up in Rattlesnake Val- s€veral big, clusmy ore-wagons fille g oh erorted the outlaw. Natt ther rest o’ ther ee ert ane spose of one and: showed | ang understood their business they have reached : ocd t a it was filled with enough ore to make |, oa place long ago.” uTher he, “They. rode on in silence. “They had them ready to send to the smelter,” | ‘In due time they reached the pass, and Saw- ¢xplained Sawkins, “but we can attend to that i for them.” ki me galloping out to meet them. : ; ‘ | caer " proud = on his face, and was al- _ “You bet; but we may have trouble from) ‘most bursting with some news he had eae was ae te ; Pe EEOO i i ro as , ? : : ee he re Ok tect Same “Yer said one o’ ther miners escaped. He’s ere Clean daffy!” growled the captain, sourily. . ~ a’goin’ ter go right straight ter ther colonel cf aa ; an’ tell him ther news. Then ole Briggs is a-goin’ “Ng, . ae jie Eve neat some -nieiave Epo ter git ther sheriff an’ his netae ae Bike kin Pina. yer eaptured. a prize, é oor on a putty rough-house in these hyer! . . SP } w- parts. - eu RCan ete ong ee aes ae _ “Oh, we can stand off an army here. “We found Bey recta: eectet claim, and 4, . plenty of grub and we’ve carried it into the mine’ ~ “What!” fairly shouted the astonished outlaw. 16 be prepared. Fe pee “There were twenty-eight men working, it on Show mé#your prisoners, Hank. ? e qui ll-asleep. Only “Back to the mine. We go into the main ign Lene We as Maat dhe bs and shaft this time, Jim. It’s a burrow in the side carried them down in the mine.” of the hill. Fi Flood was delighted and got over his disap- They went over to the entrance, into whieh oint at the loss of the-colonel’s daughter to some - ran a narrow gauge track, on which there stood : xtent. - several ore-trucks, pe al!™ he exclaimed, with a grin. Sawkins had the lantern and led the way. Thet’s luck, Say, ole man, jist give us ther One hundred yards in they came to a perpen- dicular shat over Pi Re hi a esr oi ts j mount to just this,” replied rigging, by means of which big, heavy tubs could Be iw chucile. “Y’ve examined the be lowered by ropes into the yawning black hole. seen the gold. It’s one of the richest Getting into the bucket, they let themselves in the world, and as we have got posses- down about one hundred feet into the main shaft. n of it)/now and can-easily seize the ore and A drift, straight ahead, led them into a cave, éntrations already taken. out, there is no upon the floor of which laid the captive miners.: oes ly reason, why we shouldn’t be enormously They were tied hand and foot.’ — ee non” At was while Flood was questioning them thet, how me ther mine.” Bill’s party arrived and attacked the men above. hey xode past some of the gang guarding the —_ The first intimation Flood and Sawkins had of __ nce, tt all hands saluted Flood with ex- it was when the survivors of the fight came run- —_ ‘Yressions that showed how pleased they were over ning in, one of them yelling: geese Ss, their find. ; : Be “Buckskin Bill, Colonel Briggs and a big gang discovered the trap-doors in the of rough-riders have fought their way into the nnd he led his captain down into one of the valley and got us on the run. They'll be down s and they followed it into a cave where here after us. pretty soon.” wee an. 3 “Stand yer ground!” roared Flood. “Yer fools, ift was pointed out ae wot ee yer let ape yer\fer? All hands git. : wki “a lighted lantern to the go er shooters ready! ; ie tee ote re ss ceca ae wees : ES Y “We'd better watch them, Jim,” suggested Saw ‘you are. Gold enough in sight to buy kins. ; rae Sirsa eee ae Fig 2 ihipte aa 4 ter wateh, a . “Send up a couple of men n aroun amines “enough Up went the twomen, a saw it, and he atten SEE ollowe aigss te

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hill, If those men escaped that was the only way 24 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY Then they heard a wild, unearthly yell, the patter of flying feet, and back came the two ’ guards with pale, terror-stricken faces and bulg- ing eyes, all out of breath. “Run!” gasped one. “Run!” w “What's up?” anxiously asked Flood. “Ther dam’s busted. A deluge is comin’!” Even as he spoke there was an awful roar, and tons of water came gushing into the mine from half a dozen sources.. ; A wild stampede of the panic-stricken gang followed. : “How kin we get out?” howled Flood, in in- tense horror. : ‘All follow me!” said Sawkins. prisoners knows a secret exit. or drown down here.” Away the frightened gang ran after him, the roar growing louder. When Sawkins asked one of the miners he said: “Free us and I’ll show you the way out.” fa “Cut them loose!”’ ordered Sawkins to the gang. Qut came their knives, and in a moment the prisoners’ bonds were severed, and they sprang up out of the water that was fast filling the place. Then the miners ran for their lives, followed by the frantic outlaws. “One of the We must reach it CHAPTER XII, Bill Astonishes The Colonel. Buckskin Bili was one of the first to be struck by the flood, as he brought up the rear. In an instant he and Dandy were engulfed and were dashed through the pass. Outside the waters spread, ofcourse, and its violence was instantly lost. The whole crowd were washed out of the pass, but few escaping cuts and bruises. ; But luckily none were killed, and as.each man fought hard té preserve his own life, they all managed pretty well. \ Inside of five minutes Bill had them all lined ‘up and found that not a man in the drenched crowd was missing. They were all excitedly discussing the mishap and the colonel drove over to the young cowboy prince and said: ; “Heaven help the: men in that mine. I'll bet that not one of them escaped that flood, Bill, ’ not one of them.” “Well, we did,” grimly answered the boy. “Chances are your miners perished with the out- laws. I’m sorry for the poor fellows, of course, but hanged if I ain’t glad that Flood’s gang has been wiped out. With the claim-jumpers gone, colonel, you can easily recover possession of your property.” E “Yes, yes! Look at the water! It’s going down fast, now that the first mass has escaped from the valley.” “Then we can go in there again.” “T know a better plan than that. There was a secret outlet from the mine. We'd better go to it and see if it’s open.” “Where is it, colonel?” “In a deep depression on the north side of the y they could do it, for the water must have poured down all the shafts overhead so fast that I doubt — if they got through it.” - “Lead the way and we can easily find out.” Briggs started his broncho, and all followed. It occupied the best part of an hour for our friends to reach the depression alluded to, and Briggs pointed at a heavy stream 6f water gush- * ing out of a hole among the rocks on the other side, and Said: ; “There was a heavy slab of stonesover that opening on the inside. It must have been re- moved by the hand of man, for if the water struck it, it would seal the opening tighter.” z “In that case, you believe the outlaws escaped’ from the mine?” 5 fe wae See if you can find any fresh tracks, i nf A The boy dismounted and keenly examined the ground. : Seale He was an expert at this work, and after the lapse of a few moments he returned to the col- — orel and said: Be “A large number of men have been moving about this vicinity, and as their trail is fresh it must have been recent. They have headed to- ward Four Flush.” : : “Very likely they are the bandits.” : “JT wouldn’t be surprised if they were,” an- swered Bill, “and as they may return after the water has all poured out of the mine through this outlet, it might be just as well for you to leave some men to guard the place and repulse them, colonel.” ; ; “Just what I intend to do. I'll not only leave a guard at the pass, but men shall remain here to prevent them from getting back into the mine through this secret entrance.” rae This plan was followed, and when ‘everything had been attended to the colonel announced his intention of returning to his ranch. ‘ He held out his hand to Bill. -“Let us be friends,” said he. enemy of yours, Buckskin Bill. You have been too good to my daughter and me, Your courage _ has won my admiration.” Ue arcs. = “Colonel,” replied the boy, warmly, as he shook ~ hands with the old man, “I want to be your — friend.” coe “Come over to the ranch. I’ve got a proposi-— tion to make you.” “Very wt replied Bill, wondering what he wanted, and sending his men away to the Double © - X with Denver Jack, he rode away to Rosebud Ranch with the colonel. — eis When they arrived Jessie greeted them warmly. “Any luck?” she asked. . - 3 “We've saved the mine, daughter.” fiend “Good! Good! I’m glad to hear that, papal’? — “And it’s all owing to Buckskin Bill.” tae “No, no,” began the boy. ‘ea “Silence, sir!” interposed the colonel. ‘Who’ this?” me He alluded to over a score of men who were ap- proacuing, and quickly recognized them as ‘th miners from his secret claim. eee Having shown Jim Flood and his gang how to — get out of the mine the poor fellows made their escape and headed for the ranch om foot to tell. their boss what had happened. | © $36 (To be continued.) “I can’t be an

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FIRE WARNINGS IN TOBACCO PACKAGES Forest fire warning signs find queer places to caution the public. The latest is in the millions ef packages of cigarettes and tobacco distributed in the forested regions of Far West. These miniature warnings of the ravages caused by fire especially in forests, are being inserted in their package goods by leading tobacco manufacturers in America at the request of forestry: officials and others interested in the preservation of the - nation’s forest wealth. The’ companies and the FOREST BE es i § es 7 BS : 1 a % ae 4 es 3 ‘blame for fires to smokers and it is not their in- tention to divert the public from other causes, - which are many. Fire danger from all causes is the keynote. Tobacco users are asked to help others remember their responsibility. PROTECT LEGS OF DANCERS A’ strong prejudice against broken legs at - Bradley Beach, N. J., and against bare legs on the _ Million Dollar Pier at Atlantic City, led to new - dance regulations in both places. In Bradley Beach, Mayor Borden ordered the ~ Charleston stopped in the Municipal Beach Ca- - shins were being reported. * ~ “TI have no objection to a person dancing his p.Or' her feet and head off,” Mayor Borden said, “but I think it best they keep away from, the - Charleston.” . : P _ The management of the Million Dollar Pier at Atlantic City placed no ban on the Charleston. - Dancers presumably are free to break their legs - if they want to, but all women dancers, the man- agement decreed, must wear stockings when they ~ dance on the pier. The decree was inspired by the appearance of several young short-skirted ‘women dancers on the pier recently who had left their stockings home. They were not stopped from dancing, but were told they mustn’t do it again. s oe < - SEASONABLE ADVICE FOR DRIVERS ' Water often when the heart is intense, a little at a time if horse is warm; don’t water too soon after feeding, and always at night after horse has eaten his supper. ’ When the sun is hot let horse breathe once in a while in the shade of some house or tree. Any- ing upon the head, to keep off the sun, is bad - for the horse unless it is kept wet, or unless the air can circulate freely underneath it. : ‘If horse stops sweating suddenly or acts trangely, breathes short and quick, or if ears roop, get him into the shade at once, remove harness and bridle, wasH out his mouth, sponge all over, shower legs, and give him two ounces of aromatic spirits of ammonia, or two: ounces of t spirits of nitre in a pint of water, or a pint arm coffee. Cool head at once, using cold iter or if necessary chopped ice wrapped in a FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY eee GOOD READING hes eae es. forestry experts do not, however, ascribe all-the. sino because of the frequency with which broken, 25 A hot night ip a narrow stall neither properly cleaned nor bedded, unfits the horse for work. Turning the hose on the horse is too risky a’ thing to do unless you are looking for a sick horse. Spraying the legs and feet when he is not too warm on a hot day will be agreeable to him. Sponge out the eyes, nose.and dock when the horse comes in tired and dusty at night with clean cool water, and also sponge under the col- lar and saddle of the harness. | IDAHO CHILDREN BUSY TRAINING DOGS FOR RACES : Probation officers have no trouble with incor- rigible children in morthern Idaho. Since the Ashton Dog Derby has become such an important sporting event and junior races have been in- cluded in the program every child more than six years old in_all the Northwest within hundreds of miles of Yellowstone National Park is sé busy training dogs that there is no time for mischief. Boys and ote alike are breaking all available “dogs” to harness and dreaming of the day when they will be “Smokey” Cantons. or “Pad” Kents or Olcott Zorns. “Tud” Kent won the Ashton Dog Derby last Washington’s Birthday. The previous year O}- eott Zorn, who was only sixteen years old, was the winner of the twenty-five-mile race. “Smoky” Gaston won for several years and always figures so prominently in the contest that he is the idol of all youthful dog trainers. Next year’s derby, which will be held on February 22 as usual, will be the greatest ever held, The capital prize wil] be $1,500, as against $600 this year, and larger prizes are also to be offered in the junior races. The race of the dog team to Nome last year with serum to relieve the diptheria epidemic has intensified the general interest in dog racing and has shown how useful the dog teams are in snow- bound districts where other forms of transporta- tion are limited in extreme weather. Teams with from five to seven dogs compete in the main event at Ashton, while the junior races are for single dogs or dogs driven in pairs, and have become a very interesting feature of the derby. Thou- sands of visitors from all parts of the western United States and Canada attended the derby this year, specia] trains of Pullman cars having come from Boise, Salt Lake and Butte with vis- itors who participated in the carnival, which. in- cluded all sorts of winter sports. ; “Moving Picture Stories” A Weekly Magazine Devoted to Photoplays and Players PRICE TEN CENTS PER COPY Hach number contains Three Stories of the Best Films on the Sereen—Hlegant Half-tone- Scenes from the Plays -—Interesting Articles About Prominent People in the Films—Doings of Actors and Actresses in and Lessons in Scenario Writing. HARRY E. WOLFF, Publisher, Inc. 166 West 23d Street New York Cit5 & e Studio : ne

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SOMETHING ABOUT RUGS Oriental rugs with figures of birds or animals are always the work of Christian or Buddhist workers, as tiie Moslem is forbidden by his re- ligion to make a representation of anything that breathes. ‘ BIG PREHISTORIC SKULL Scores of people are daily viewing a monster skull, which was unearthed at a point in the “bad lands” near Interior, S. D, ; The skull is three feet in length, has two large horns on the top and has saw-shaped teeth, and is that of some prehistoric animal which yet has not been identified by the scientists who have in- spected it. ~" Only the upper jaw has thus for been uncov- ered, ‘However, the authorities of the State School of Mines at Rapid City will send experts from the Geological Department to uncover the entire skeleton intact, and to ascertain what sort of an animal the skull belonged to. : PAINTED KNEES ADVOCATED Painting pictures on such feminine knees as may be exposed by rolled stockings and perverse winds is advocated by beauty specialists. “Painted knees are the latest thing,” said Mrs. Ruth Maurer. “Hand-painted picfures on the knees are intriguing. Some designs are simple, some elaborate. Some girls prefer a flower or a eroup of blossoms. Others like a portrait or a ficcle landseape.” _ Women of the United States spend approx- imaiely $6,000,000 a day to make themselves - synthetically beautiful,-one report asserted. Last year 17,850,000 boxes of rouge were used and hair dye cost about $7,00),000 for the year, x » SAVES MAN FROM BULL George J. Purdy of Granite Springs, near Cro- DOG ton, N, Y., was treated for a dislocated shoulder FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY ‘and thret fractured ribs sustained when a bull at- = _house where he was ten years ago. I should think — 2 tacked him recently, but was routed by his collie, — which answered his call for help and probably - saved his life. = < Purdy was leading the bull, which weighs 2- 300 pounds, to water. Suddenly the bull rushed at him and pinned him to the ground, He shouted’ for help. The collie, on the piazza, was the first. — to respond. a It ran to its master’s aid, and jumped repeat- ~ edly onto the bull’s head, according to Purdy, un- til the bull retreated. Farm hands also hurried — to the scene, lassoed the bull and locked it up in a stall. Purdy; who is about 30 years old, was put — to bed and treated by Doctor Rich, who set the , broken bones. _Purdy expects to be able to be. about his farm again in a few days. pea i LAUGHS “So Jones is still living at the same boarding- — he’d get awfully tired of it.” “He does, but he’s | married to the landlady.” : st SOE aes * . a Mamma—TI suppose you find Robbie a rather remarkable. boy, don’t you?” Teacher — Yes Mamma—tIn..what special study? Teacher—In all. He never knows a lesson in any of them.” & “How about a little poker game tonight, old_ man?” “I don’t know whether I can afford it: Thé Bridge Club met at my house this afternoon and if my wife lost I’ll have to economize.” ase " “My boy is fitting himself for the stage.” “So? How far has he got?” “He’s, cleaning off th horses now, and occasionally drives them to the watering-trough, after the driver has hitched them up.” , rs : Gothamite—I hear you have a Vassar graduate for a cook. Isn’t it rather expensive? Harlemite —Not very. She works for her board and clothes Gothamite—Why, how does she come to do that? Harlemite—She’s my wife. ro Ce Head of Bureau—I suppose you know som thing of the duties of the office? Applicant—Oh yes. They are to come late, go home early, and do as little as possible while you are here. Head of Bureau—Quite satisfactory; you must hav held public office before. : oe An American motoring through a small Scote town was pulled up for excessive speed. “Don” you see that notice, ‘Dead Slow?’” inquired the policeman. “Course I did,” returned the Yankee, _ | “put I thought it referred to your durned little town!” : ; ne “Yes, sir, I allus have believed Providence does ever’thing fer the best!” “How ’bout that March _ c ‘hurrieane?” “Split the trees to kindlin’ wo stove length.” “Well, how "bout the airthq “Swallered the land. ten minutes “fore th come to levy on it—praise God!” : ; i

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bs Sern te [- Caen z pet See mes 2 See ee x Be LEGAL WHITE EXECUTION : ~~ The first recorded case of an official] execution _ of a white man by Chinese authorities occurred ‘recently when the notorious Russian bandit Korn- - iloff was put to death by strangulation. His ex- ecution was carried out in the most secret fashion. _ The prisoner was-given only a few minutes’ notice - and was scarcely able to articulate his last wishes. He pleaded desperately to be allowed to make his final appeal for mercy to the authorities. - Korniloff, when first arrested on @ civil charge, escaped from the court room with the aid of con- _ federates, killing several persons in gaining his liberty. He was later recaptured and sentenced to death on Noy. 30, 1923, being the first white ‘man to receive the death penalty_in a Chinese ourt. His appeal was denied on Feb. 26, 1924. hy ae ze ; MANSION SAILS 85 MILES z _ A big Colonial mansion, more than a century ~ old, was loaded on a railroad lighter at eld . burgh Centre, Me., and started on an eighty- mile ocean voyage to Rockport, where it will be et again on the foundation on which it was built n Phippsburgh in 1806 by Thomas McCobb, a wealthy seafaring man, when he retired. - The mansion was recently sold to Donald B. Dodge of Philadelphia, who wanted it located in 1e summer colony at Rockport. The house was ved from its old location in Phippsburgh to e water front, an eighth of a mile away, and s loaded on the lighter in three hours. Tn tow of an ocean tug it passed out of the Ken- nebec River and was expected to reach Rockport hat night. The foundations were taken down id marked for resetting at Rockport. : THE WILDEBEEST ‘The telegraph gives quite a story of the killing ot Sihatethe Dutch Afrikanders call the Wilde- peest, more commonly khown as the gnu, by the Prince of Wales. It seems that he shot him in the heart. The story is not flattering. The gnu, whi was prominent all over South Africa 24 sheathed the Dutch settlers with all their ~ meat, has been so mercilessly hunted that its ex- tinction is feared. nes : Mose of our readers. who have visited circuses - have seen a gnu in these traveling menagéries. It is a queer beast, about as big as a small horse. - It resembles an antelope, a buffalo, and a horse. “Tt is one of a genus of large, ungainly animals, ing horns on both sexes and withers higher Ba haunches. ~The legs are the only charac- d, resembling that of an ox. It has various 3 of manes on the neck and body, and the ‘which is like a horse’s, sweeps the ground. ¥e eB WHO WAS THE JOKE ON? armer had just built a big barn. One day was setting off for town he told his two to cut a small hole in one of the sides so e cat could get in or out at will. _ : boys cut a hole just beside the big barn 1 SE were FAME AND FORTUNE POINTS OF INTEREST stics of the antelope;-the head is massive and _ : to7 ‘ ne WEEKLY } oe door, but when the farmer returned and saw it he was much displeased. ; “Why_can’t I depend on you boys to do a single thing right?” he eantaned: angrily. “Don’t you know that hole is*in the wrong place?” “Why?” asked the boys. : The farmer fairly snorted. Leaping from the buggy, he seized the barn door and swung it open, and, of course, it covered the aperture. “Now where is your cat hole?” he shoute:l. “How in the name of sense can the cat get into the barn when the door’s open?” HORN-RIMMED GLASSES ABANDONED BY TOURIST On last Fourth of July, when many Americans then in London attended the reception at the Em- bassy, almost half of them wore heavy, horn- rimmed glasses, but last week, when Ambassador Houghton threw open Crewe House to his coun- trymen, only a few of those wearing glasses had the heavy-rimmed kind. The only explanation offered is that even tour- ists are getting wise to the ways of the world - and have found it cheaper when touring Europe to wear pince-nez or other old forms of glasses and thus keep their nationality from being so manifest to every mendicant or venal servitor pe meet. : or it is part of the European credo that every one wearing horn-rimmed glasses is an Ameri can, unless there is overwhemling proof to the contrary, and of course there ig an even older article of this credo to the effect that every Amevr- ican tourist is a millionaire and can well afford HP more than any one else for any given ar- ticle. RIDES RANGE AT 95, KEEPING PACE WiTH YOUTH "3 Supple as a youth “in muscle, vigorous and hearty, H. R. Mangun, ninety-five years old, is still riding the range on the big ranch of 7}; : ‘Smith Brothers, near Childress, Tex. He is said to be the oldest cowboy still in active service 14 the country. Mangum has been a cow-hand ever since he came to Texas from South Carolina, three-quarters of a century ago. He knows the history of more ranches in this state than ay; - other person. _He was well along toward middle life when the famous Chisholm trail was esiab- lished. He went up the trail with herds of cat- tle many times. In his early life he worked on ranches in the southern part of Texas. As ihe wild lands of the more western parts of the state were opened up he went with the venturesome cat- tlemen into their new grazing territory. He was upon the frontier when Indian raids were cor- mon and when buffaloes populated the unbroken region by countless thousands. ; Mangum says that he has observed no set rules of living. He ‘went the usual paces” of a cov:-— boy in the stirring early days and has devoted | himself to hard work and life in the open air. ‘ co

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28 FROM ALL POINTS ANCIENT INK PRESERVED From the earliest times writing ink has been made mainly either with soot or lampblack mixed with gum and water or with gallic acid, sulphate of iron and gum. Ink of the latter. kind was found among the ruins of Pompeii, still liquid after having remained untouchéd in its. con- tainer for 1,700 years. THE STUART PENNY A pamphlet published in 1677, entitled “The Worth of a Penny, or, A Caution ‘to Keep Money. With the Causes of the Scarcity and Misery of the Want. Thereof in These Hard and: Merciless Times,” contains a list of articles obtainable for a penny in the days of Charles II. These in- elude ‘fa dish of coffee to quicken your stomach and refresh your spirits,“ “a fair cucumber” and “Hortions of such commodities as nuts, vinegar, and oatmeal.”—London “grapes, cake, onions Mirror. WATCHMAKERS MUST PASS RIGID EX- AMINATIONS To make sure that all jewelers displaying ‘watchmakers’ signs in their shops are really ex- perts in their trade, the United States eee: ical Institute conducts examinations of all appli- cants before issuing licenses by carefully exam- ining samples sent in as a preliminary test of skill on the part of the applicant. To keep the public from being imposed upon by incompetent men, the examination consists of two parts. .The first part is a written examina- tion in which’the applicants are expected to show their theoretical knowledge of watches. For the second part a damaged watch is sent to the ap- plicant. This he must repair to the best of his ability. These test watches previously have been put out of order by the institute so that the repair ge may easily be graded. ay ooess Science onthly. “WOMAN SPECIALIZES IN SHRIMPS Speaking of strange professions ro by ‘women, Mrs. E. C. Wilson, of Seattle, Wash., has selected one of the queevest, and one which takes her into the Far North fog banks. Wilson is a shrimp specialist, with a nice little business of her own and talks in terms of cases, carloads, canneries and markets. Hurrying down from Alaska, she will now sound out theemarkets in the South, East and middle states. “Business is fascinating,” said Mrs. eently. “I love it. shrimps as a choice, but had it thrust upon me three years ago while planning menus and salads for a Southern university mess hall. Now shrimps are my hobby. “The finest shrimps are those caught off the coast of western Alaska. The industry there is Wilson re- new, but growing rapidly. The shrimps are fully ~ four inches long-and may be gathered al] year, except in closed seasons from March to May. The seafood is caught by nets dragged on the bot-- tom from ships.. At the cannery they are packed in ice and shipped in large containers to the cun- - sumers. us For Mrs. © I might not have picked ~ FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY SECRET SERVICE Grand and Thrilling Detective Stories By OLD KING BRADY Price 10 Cents We can still supply the following numbers of the above Weekly 1338 The Bradys and the Subway Mystery; or, Tracking a Gang of Counterfeiters. 1339 “ and the White Band; or, The Sign of the Sil- ver Croaa, 1340 * ae ate Box No. 11; or, Solving a Post-Oftice ystery 1341 ‘‘ and the Yellow Crooks; or, The Chase for the Chinese Diamonds. 1342 _“* Strangest Case; or, The Skeleton in the Well. 1343 “ and the School Boy; or, Hot Work on the Brandon Case.- - 1344 “ and the Forged Check; or, ‘Convicted by an Ink Mark, 1345 “ Best Trick; or, The Clue in the Glass Jar. > 1348 “ and the Cracksmen; or, A Desperate Game for Millions. 1347“ ete NL Mine; or, The Mystery of Shaft 1348 “ and the Voodoo Queen; or, A Dark Case front San Juan Hl 1348 “ a Bite Boy Spy; or, Solving a Secret of Seven 1350.“ ana the Missing Money; or, Shadowing a Sus- 3 pected Man 1351“ nae Case; or, The Hidden Den of Pell Stree 1352 “ and the Double Daggers; or, The Secret Sign of Vengeance. 1353." and “Old, Breaklock”; or, Trapping a Desperate Crook. 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