Fame And Fortune Weekly (no. 276) (1911 01 13)
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JAN, 13th ISI. Senls. IMEAPORTUNE Wei sTORIES OF S WHO MAKE MONEY. COMPLETE INTHIS ISSUE. AW BY De rae as Before he could strike a second blow, Bob bounded forward, and seizing his uplifted arm, stopped it.
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STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY < Ls = Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.60 per year. “Batered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1911, in the office of the Librarian % ee = of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York, ‘ No: 276, PRICE 5 CENTS... NEW YORK, JANUARY 13, 1911. A Wall Street Errand Boy. AND HOW HE MADE MONEY IN STOCKS CHAPTER I. THE MAN IN THE FUR COAT. “Get out of my way!” snarled a pedestrian in a fur coat and derby hat, roughly, to a pleasant-featured youth, as the two met with a bump in a trampled snow path on ‘Nassau street, near Pine. . Tt was a bitter cold afternoon, snowing and sleeting at the same time, while a howling wind blew both over the ersons, and into the eyes, of every one obliged to be on re stre sets of New. York. One could hardly see a couple of feet in advange, for the re articles of frozen snow stung the eyes and skin like ‘myriad of insects, compelling people to keep their eye- b ids. partly closed against it, eopeeuensly collisions were nerous and unavoidable. and passed on in silence, while the unintentional » aggressor - generally muttered some kind of apology. “Beg your pardon, sir!” said the snow-inerusted. boy. fet out of my way!” roared the man, giving the lad a t hoy was up in arms in a moment. he passed him. | kicked at the lad. the curb, ‘sinking his head and: elbows into it. nee By A SELF-MADE MAN Most people took such little misadventures in good part | which was a sepeict piece of Padenicss on his, boy for a well-known money-lender in a big Wall Str Vh you shoving?” he said, ce the man with his | part of a year, and was something of a favorite with an whirled around, with an. imprecation, raised his | the office, whatever he was outside, effort caused him to lose his balance on the slippery, lower east side, and since the death of her husbanc surface and he went down into the softer snow on| years before, Bob was the only comfort she had. buried out of sight. He s desk and handed him the Tee he had br , ae ‘| forcible than polite, and pies up a frozen piece of snow me flung it at the lad. ; The boy easily avoided it and retaliated with a snowball, which landed on the man’s face. The lad then darted into a stationer’s store, where he was bound. ‘ eS After delivering a message to one oe the clerks, re went Be to the door and tried to look out through the sleet- covered # panes. The attempt was a failure and he gave it up, going | over near a steam radiator to infuse a little warmth into his — stiffened fingers, which were rough and’red under his mitts. In a few minutes he was handed a package, and there being nothing to detain him longer in the store, he walked out into the “wintry air and turned his face toward Wall Street. The pelting blizzard now flogged him on the back, which was a whole lot io Sei np hee getting it in his 1-dresse isle ee. The boy’s name was Bob, Gaynor, and he. was errand. office building. He had been working for Caxton Newberry for the be er employer, for he was bright, active and gentlemanly tae His mother was a poor dressmaker, ‘who yet on. EM When he reached the office he went up to the bo Keep-
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ec how I’m going to get home. held up by the weather.” A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. The trains are Table to ie bas ahs tad a ees 1 Aen ake AS og oll BELO BO DS Ya es = NS res ae sa i Pat aie cst ee ie wis os “Well, sir?” he asked, ueerona “Ig Mr. Newberry in?” asked the caller, en giv- e The bookkeeper was a New Jersey ae ee whose |ing Bob a superficial look, in which there was no recogni- Cottage, on which there was still a large mortgage, was tion, apparently. Mi a service was not to be relied on in blizzard weather. ~~ “You ought to live in the city in the winter, Mr. Cox,” said Bob. situated some fifteen miles from Jersey City, and the train “Yes, sir. Wish to see him?” “I do. My name is Norton Crosby. Take it in to him.” / “And your business ?” “What is that to you, you young whippersnapper! Take eT ought to be able to do a ‘good many things, Bob,” | my name in, do you hear? ?” and the visitor glared at him. “smiled the bookkeeper, 5 but I can’t afford to change my residence twice a year.” “All right, sir.” Bob knocked at the door of the private room, and being “Some day I expect to own a city house and a country |told to enter, walked in and announced Mr. Crosby. ~~ yilla, too,” said Bob. Slee “y hope you will, but ’'m afraid that it won’t be soon.” “Oh, I have lots of time’ before us. I’m only sixteen.” ee rn forty, and I hayen’t made much great headway in the world.” “You neyer will till you become your own boss.” “I’m afraid there is small chance of that for me. _ always worked for a salary and always expect to.” 2 “Then I’m afraid you always will if you expect to. Now, ~ L expect to be boss of my own business one of these days.” “What kind of business have you in your mind’s eye?” “Something in the Wall Street line. out my shingle as a broker.” eek broker! What do you know about the ba Ney ok business ! 9? “Not enough to set the Street on fire, but I can hire people who do know.” _ “A man in ‘business out\to know more about his line I’ve tage of his ignorance. can’t get away from it.” 2 orous nod of his curly head. ~ The bookkeeper smiled and went on with his work, while - Bob took his seat at a small desk and resumed the ye he was on when called to go out. The office force consisted only of the eh ty a ; stenographer named Miss Casey, who also assisted the book- keeper, and Bob, who, though rated as errand boy, was} a kind of general assistant to “everybody. _ At any rate, Miss Casey seemed. to consider that she had a sort of proprietary interest in him, for she was always calling on him, when he was not otherwise employed, to do something to ease her own labor, ’ Every day she sent him out to buy her lunch, and the bookkeeper acquired the habit from-her. The boss also frequently lunched in his office, and Bob fetched him whatever he wanted. _ Bob, as he glanced out of the window, hoped he wouldn’t > have to go out again in a hury, but that was too much for him to expect. Business went on in the office just the same in foul weather as in fair, and half of his time was usually spent ce the streets. he he only sounds that broke he silence of the room as oA gs boy plug aged away Bf his job of copying in a ee was es s “hookkeeper’s pen, or some other capiarcails on his pa Me ee the door opened end a She came in, — . a gasp as he put down his ee and rose to ask pay e rail hang | tone ~ than the clerks he hires, otherwise they will take advan-|the snow and afterward threw a snowball at me. That’s human ene and you|& impertinent jackanapes, ee ought to be soundly Bea clerk who gets the better of me will have to get! up every morning before daylight,” said Bob, with a vig- | side closing the door after him. 3 “T don’t how him. What does he want?” asked the | money-lender. “TWe wouldn’t tell me.” “Humph! Well dressed, SN C8, (sty “You may send him in.” “Step this way, sir,” said Bob, to the caller. Mr. Crosby passed through the swinging gate in the railing,and crossed the room. j . Then he stopped, facing the boy. “TY think I’ve seen. You, before,” he said, in an aggressive eh?” “Very likely, sir. T am on the street a vee deal.” ; “Was it you I met on Nassau street less than an hour’ - ago?” «You ought to know better than me.” “T think it was. You ran against me and upset me in You're thrashed. ‘Dake that!” —. se ite gave the boy a heavy slap in the face and passed in- ~ pte Ms CHAPTER IL. SHARP WORK, The blow was hard enough to send Bob staggering back and it made his face sting as = a thousand, needles were | pupae cheek. fi It was enough, too, to Ae the attention of oth $ the bookkeeper and the stenographer, who looked up and : saw that something had happened to the errand boy. “What's the matter, Bob?” asked Cox, with a look of surprise on his face. et “Did you see that loafer hit me?” said Bob, ee ‘was ae as mad as a hornet. fe Nig: Did he hit you? What fort ces “For revenge, but I'll get see with him, Wait ¢ he comes out.” “Revenge! What do you mean?” asked the bookkeeper Bob explained the incident on Nassau street. — “Te ought to be ashamed of himself,” said Miss Casey, with some spirit, for she regarded the errand boy as a much- abused person. Mi “FHe’s no gentleman, if he has a swell appearance, Bob. “What are you going to do when he comes out $7 ae “You mustn't start a disturbance here.” {f
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warned the bookkeeper. “He looks like a person of some importance.” “T don’t care how important he may be. I don’t let anybody knock me around in that fashion, as if I was a shuttlecock. No decent man would do such a thing.” He turned away and walked outside to lie in wait for Norton Crosby. The visitor, however, seemed in no hury to depart. Bob hung around till he got impatient and a trifle nerv- ous. “What in thunder is keeping him, the lobster? . I can’t stay out here all day waiting for him, but I can’t get down to work again till I get square with him,” he growled. Of course, the vengeful spirit was not nice, but the boy was only human. Still the man didn’t come out. “Mr. Newberry don’t usually give a visitor so much of his time, and this man is a stranger to Las too,” mut- «tered Bob. Five minutes more passed without result. Bob’s patience gave out. He glided over to the private door and put his eye to the keyhole. Then he saw something that gave him a shock. Mr. Newberry was lying back in his chair, with. a hand- kerchief over his face, quite motionless. One of the chairs was planked against the inside door. On his kwees at the safe the man with the fur coat was working with a small, powerful dail, the wheel of which he was turning rapidly. . He was making holes around the combination lock to get ‘at the tumblers. i ha Bob fairly gasped as he took in the scene. It was something so entirely different from what he had ~ expected to see that for some moments he remained trans- Crosby slowly removed his hath Bhd: ascwled darkly at the fixed, as if turned into stone. | Crosby blew the dust away from the last hole, looked oat his work and then took another steel implement from his hand-bag.. Putting the point of jt against one of the holes, he ushed a steel rod which acted like a'force pump, and ‘Bob rd a sound that told him one of the tumblers had pped out of place. second tumbler followed. Then the oe Poy woke up to the urgency of the ‘itu ) tion. ae is a crook.” ‘i ee at!” cried Cox, aghast. ¢ is working on the safe, and he’s oad Mr. New- cout. 3) ‘ : \y, Bob, you can’t mean that!” iean it. You've got a gun in your desk. Let me ick 1?” ookkeeper looked dazed and undecided. M Casey, who had heard the boy’s words, looked up, Mr. Cox!” cried Bob. “Something must be intendent and eee up in iple of policem an eae __A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. ~ He worked with the rapidity and certainty Of an expert. | off his guard. berry ?” might see the revolyer pointed in his hand, Hore his attention from the crook. S his employer’s room- “through the featlanaoon, ca see what Bob was ; ao “Come, Mr. Cox, you force the private door yonder ‘ane : Tl stand guard over the corridor door. The rascal must — not get away.” conse Bob’s manner impressed the bookkeeper with the fact that something really was wrong. eae While Miss Casey was calling downstairs for the super- intendent and the janitor, he crossed the floor and ae 25 the handle of the private room door. He found it fast, and then he was certain that.there was something wrong. ie Bob had taken up ‘his position outside with his eye. ‘to ee - the keyhole once more. ‘ The man in the fur coat had conquered the safe lock - as and opened the door. Hea He was filling his pockets with packages of money. He worked deftly and with expedition. aes He jumped on his feet when he heard the bookkeeper’s me hand on the knob. Rae: He stopped and listened. ies Apparently satisfied that it was time for him to tke ae he glided to the corridor door, turned the lock, opened the doo and—came face to face with the errand hoy. a) He started back in consternation when he saw the re- volver pointed at him. ‘ “Throw up your hands!” eried Bob. or [ll put a ball into you!” “What do you mean, you young——” ee “You're pinched !” returned Bob. “ve a great mind to shoot you anyway to get satisfaction for the ae you gave me, you big coward !”” “Are you crazy, young fellow?” asked Crosby. “Do T look like it? Throw up your hands!” The crook’s hand shot to his hip, but Bob wasn’t taken — iy F « “Throw them ™p, “Stop! Take your hand away from your pocket or T swear. III shoot!” he said, in such a resolute way that plucky boy. “You'd better let me pass!” hissed the rascal, “You'll not pass me. What have 7m 9 done to Mr. eae \ “Done to him? Nothing.” “Step back into the room.” The rascal knew if he stepped back he was caged, and that meant his capture. His active brain groped about for some means to ove come the boy. nee He could think of nothing he dared to try in face of the revolver. His liberty was precious to him, but his life was more 80 At that moment rapid qpoeteye were heard aP ROR ing along the corridor. ‘Bob didn’t dare remove his eyes from the man to’ see ae) who was coming, but he stepped back so that the ‘person That would naturally attract attention... The newcomer proved to be the superintendent, c In answer to Miss Casey’s call. “What’s the trouble?” he asked. Bob recognized his voice. ; Ex “Come here, sir,” he said, without turning Bia head or As the superintendent ee ap, oe a bo
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Wi, yh A Ne ett ate re Dra Th! SSMS dog eed Muee haten arm (tooo aaNet a Bic yar ae as a Ae ORES UT Ieee Nn ASP OF or A ee STREET ERRAND BOY. sah tis aOR ~ : : moment ga a; the superintendent, “but don’t get in line with me weed this |a had way from the effect of the oneal in his side, which fellow or he’ll take advantage of it” had sapped all of his strength. - | The superintendent walked around behind Bob and| The crowd and the excitement increased in the cor- _ pushed open the door. ridor, ’ That exposed the senseless form of the woneylender at| It gradually extended thr ough the building and finally his desk and the open safe, with the erook’s tools on the | reached the street. eS floor in front of it. A Wall Street detective heard that something was going - The man’s guilt was settled beyond any doubt, and the |" and made his way to the scene of the trouble superintendent, who was a man. of action, stepped for-| _ The circumstances were explained to him, and he de- _ ward and grabbed Crosby by the arm.. clared, after looking at the condition of the safe, that the __. The rascal suddenly seized him with both hands, swung | 40 was an expert safe operator. “him around between himself and the revolver and gave| While he was making his inspection, two officers from Carter a push, at the same time darting forward and strik- the nearest police station appeared. ing out at the boy under cover of the superintendent’s | Bob rehearsed his story again to them, and they took body. charge of the prisoner. : The ambulance surgeon now appeared and he looked at — Mr. Newberry first. He saw that the money- -lender was drugged and would recover after a time. ° Then he’ gave his attention to the wounded crook. The wound in his side was serious, but: ae necessarily dangerous under right treatment. Ne f He bandaged the hurt and said that the man ought to be taken to the hospital. | The officers agreed that he should go, and he was taken down to the ambulance. : One of the policemen accompanied the ambulance while — the other returned to the station to make his report. As the crowd melted away, a‘reporter appeared on the ~ scene to get the particulars, and Bob obliged him with the - Bob stepped quickly aside and fired at the crook’s leg. '. The ball tore a hole in the fellow’s trousers, inflicting a slight wound in his thigh, which he hardly felt, and did not seem to mind in his anxiety to get away. _ He dashed at Bob and seized the’ revolver by the barrel. " Bob tore it out of his grasp and fired again. f This time the bullet penetrated his side aa he staggered back, clapping one hand to the spot. His other hand reached his hip and he flashed out his | own. self-cocker, ~ Quick as a flash, Bob fired for the third time, and the ball wounded the rascal’s hand, causing him to drop his ‘weapon just as he was about to use it on the boy. The shooting had aroused the inmates of all the offices on the corridor, and clerks, brokers and customers came | pot. - pouring out of the different suites to see what was hap-| yy) Newherry was laid on iia lounge, as the ook s pening. keeper instructed Bob to stay with him. Z _ They were naturally aehonichet and excited at the scene that met their eyes. - The superintendent and Cox threw themselves on the Sie in the fur coat and pinned him, helpless, against the wall. “Weak and faint, he felt that the game was up. “Stand back, gentlemen—don’t crowd, please, ee said Bob to, ‘the crowd. | Miss Casey sat at the *phone, where she had just com- Be, ‘municated with the police station, with a ee face. She could see nothing that was happening, but the pistol ‘shots had quite upset her. he felt that somebody had been shot, perhaps killed, and the shock was a terrible one for her nerves. Bob rushed into the private room, tore the handkerchief rom, Mr. Newberry’s face and looked at him, His face was white as death, and the boy was afraid he yas dead. 4 Pushing the chair out of be way ie unlocked and opened e door. 3 Casey, telephone for an ambulance at once,” he hurriedly. e gasped and looked as if Fo was going to faint. t with an effort she pulled here oar and started do as ep had asked her. Yar So the afternoon passed away, closing time came and the ae lg ag still remained unconscious in his zoom, CHAPTER TIT. BOB THACHES A TOUGH A URSSON. “T's about time he reocieied: » said Bob, “Phe su geon said he ought | to. come around within three hours and — it’s over that now.’ As he spoke, Mr. Newberry moved and npenkd. his ve His gaze rested on Bob and then on his bookkeeper. _ “What's the matter? What has Neder ah to ae kind of a. he: When did you find mee Y eee fe ave. I been unconscious, and did the rascal escape? If he did what has he stolen? Ha! He got into my safe. was fifteen thousand ee in it. He ae nob ai robbed me !”” “Don’t worry, Mr. ‘Newberry. The man was au said Bob. “Caught! ‘Who caught him es : | “The DACiNSEEE myself and the ~hecluten | building.” o “The credit of catching him really belong gatd Cox. “He held him up with guy iets. f ee hee he tried to escape.” iol: win dow Gi give him air. icy blast blew in, and then for fear that too woe of F more harm than Sot, bebe shut the window
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ad A WALL STREBT ERRAND BOY. “Upon my word, you are a great boy! 1? said the money- lender. “How do you feel, sir? Shall we send for a glass of! brandy, or something ‘of that kind to brace you up! fi asked Bob. “You might send for a little brandy. I feel kind of dizzy, and my head aches a good bit,” said Mr. Newberry. The bookkeeper handed Bob a quarter and the boy ran to the elevator. ' Reaching the ground floor he went through to Pine street and then down the snow-covered block, in the biting | ‘ wind, to a corner liquor store, with a tumbler in his hand, He returned shortly with the liquor, which Mr, New- berry took, diluted with water. “You needn’t wait, Mr. Cox,” said the money-lender. ay “Bob will stay with me.’ Half an hour later the boss said he fait well enough to "go home, and asked Bob to get him a cab. Vehicles were at a premium at that hour down there, but Bob finally found one and had him drive around to the _ building. ; Mr. Newberry walked down without assistance, got into - the cab and was driven off, while Bob started for home, He took an L train at Hanover square, and changed for Second avenue at Chatham, square junction. The Rivington street station was the nearest to his home, yf so he got off .there and tramped toward a-very ordinary neighborhood, chiefly occupied by ‘ange, cheap tenement ef houses, ? In one of these Bob lived with 4s mother, - Their apartments were on the second floor in front. _ The two windows facing the street had fashion pictures displayed. so as to be seen from the sidewalk, and one of them hore a tin sign imich read: “Mrs. Gaynor, Dress- D ma er.” She ‘The wind howled through the street in a fierce way, blowing the bulk of the snow on one side of the way. _. There were stores on the ground floor of all the apart- 2 ae oceupied by butchers, grocers, bakers and uch like toe were aes at Teast four liquor saloons in Bob’s a s e@ ¢ swinging signs of all the stores that had them eaked in the sweeping blast. uy The sidewalks, which in fair weather were thronged with the enizens of the locality, were now almost deserted, was after six o’clock and dark when Bob reached hig e rushed in at the street door and climbed the first ight, lighted by a smoky gas-jet, partly prptetied bya a laged glass globe. \t the head of the stairs he came face to face’ with ai f blue-eyed girl, with a shawl over her head, and her} , Beryl! Are you going out?” he asked, ‘To the grocery.” — h, ke too fierce for you to a on the street. Tet me We heen to trouble you. You’ ve just come oer ee right, "Lm used to the weather. Hayen’t t yet Skt do you want? You know - ~ It landed on McTurk’s jaw, and that youth went reoling. _|jaw, that staggered him, and before he knew wh “PH be back in a jiffy,” said Bob, starting down the: : is stairs again. a hree small packages constituted the purchases, and he rushed back to the tenement.. As he mounted the stairs once more he heard Beryl’s voiced raised in protest. : “Please leave me alone, Patsy McTurk. I want nothing cf to do with you.” “Aw, wot’s de matter wit’? youse?” replied a tough. looking youth, with freckled sandy-features and red hair. \ “Wot yer standin’ here for, anyway?” “That's none of your business,” replied the maiden. “Ts dat so? Well, I’m goin’ to have a kiss, an’ if yer kiek up a ruction ‘bout it it’ll be wuss for yer, dat’s ae i “Ton’t you dare touch me!” cried Beryl. ae “Wot a touchy t’ing you are! Come, now, give up! 3 There was a struggle and a. scream, and then Bob~ ‘dashed on the scene. His right fist shot out in the tough’s direction. Biff! back as if hit by a cyclone. When he recovered himself he found that Beryl Baker had a protector ready to defend her at any cost. “THere’s your groceries, Beryl!” said Bob. “Run, now, and leave me to: deal with Mister Patsy.” “Oh, dear, you'll get hurt!” said Beryl, anxiously, for MecTurk was a tough customer, and one of the young ter- rors of the neighborhood. ; “Don’t you worry, Beryl,” said Bob. “I’ve been ae against a tougher proposition than him this afternoon.” They had no chance to talk any more, for Patsy, with. ; blood in his eye, was rolling up his sleeves, preparatory to ’ wiping up his opponent, whom. he hated on general prin- i ciples, and. also particularly because, he was the girl's best friend. “T’ye heen waitin’ for dis chance to mix tings up wid bs yer,” he remarked, ‘menacingly. “Now Ill give yer lal dat’s comin’ to yer, yer stuck-np Wall Street bloke!” . “All right,” replied Bob, eek re pas one who is looking ; | for trouble, not me.” “An? wouse are de one dat’ll get itl rakpotideee Hohe ‘ “Put up yer mawleys or Pll punch yer, anyway.” “Punch away and. don’t talk so much about what you're going to do,” Bob’ s coolness and resolute demeanor psa upset. ‘the. young tongh’s calculations. — The fact that Bob appeared to be ready for him, with n disposition to show the white feather, made a atone: wary than he intended to be. aS He watched Bob a moment and then sailed in. etiytt _ Bob ducked and smashed him on the jaw again, hard ‘enough to make his teeth rattle and cut his lip. : That made him furious, and he returned | aaa in a reckless way. His fists encountered nothing rap air, while he ile t see how easily Bob got out of the way. ‘ Then he got a jolt in the ear, under the back part of his — I ¢ te, 2 : ‘ goin, to ha on the ¢ point pen nex ‘Bob sae him oe wit a hoo eet
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‘A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. f : y ¥ E a ¥ y ambition runs a little higher than that. I intend to make _ my money in Wall Street.” | “Wall Street seems to be where people make a great deal of money.” “You can:gamble on it they do. But a good part of the “Hello, mother! It’s been a fierce day, and it’s a fiercer | money the knowing ones make is lost by the foolish lambs night,” said Bob, grabbing the little widow, who was pre-]—I mean the general public, who tackle the game reck- paring supper in ‘the kitchen, and giving her his customary | lessly without realizing what they are up against. The bug and kiss. Wall Street game of chance is like an old-time lottery— - “An awful day, Bob! When'I looked from the window, | a few prizes and a whole lot of blanks. If people stopped” as I have done fifty times, I thought of you out and around | speculating, business would have to be reorganized in the the streets in all of it,” replied his mother. financial district. What’s that—a pie you've got there? “Oh, I wasn’t out so much to-day as usual,” said the} How did you find time.to make it?” CHAPTER IV. BOB AND HIS MOTHER. boy, as he hung up his hat and overcoat. “That was fortunate.” “Y es, errands in such kind of weather. I envied the big finan- cial bugs who came to their’ warm offices in cabs and closed Fak en autos, and stayed there till they went home again early in the same kind of a rig. It’s a fine thing to be wealthy, _ mother.” “Tt is, indeed. No one knows the sufferings of the des titute but themselves.” “Ym glad that we’re not down so far as that, mother. _ We're pretty comfortable for poor people.” “Yes, I have no reason to complain. I keep pretty busy at my business, though I don’t make a large profit, for my - customers cannot afford to pay a great deal, not as much ~ as the work is really worth. Some day I hope to move to a better neighborhood where I can charge more,” said Mrs. Gaynor. “Well, mother, you can move whenever you say. t have some money I’ve made out of the market, and some of it is at your service any time.” ~ “JT must look around first. I must get in a neighborhood _ where I am likely to secure: custom. . That isn’t to be de- ' cided on in a minute.” wee OL course not, a ~ “Pm so busy that it’s hate, for me to leave my work -to “20. hunting around uptown. -Mazie’s mother would let her go some distance to her work, She’s a great help to me, for I’ve broken her into my methods. If T had to hire a new girl I would have that trouble all over again,” “Better talk it over with Mazie and have her put the - matter up to her mother,” Fis “1 will. Now-sit up to the table. --veady. ” ~ “My supper! You mean our supper.” i} ae course,” smiled the little widow, pouring out the - What was that noise I heard out in the hall before me in??? &No thing much. Patsy McTurk, the chap who lives on the top floor, insulted Beryl Baker as I came along, and I just “4 gave him a few practical hints to remember, that’s 1,” replied Bob, carelessly. “Do you mean to say you were fighting. -with him ?” was hardly a fight. J ust a little scrap.” + he is bigger, stronger and older than you.” Your supper is all Ps science. “That? s where I had him. You see, I didn’t anything by taking boxing lessons of Tim Foley, the weight. He was hard up for the dough and let me m all the fine points of the business. He said I was so Then I don’t know whether know it, but weight and strength don’t always count: d to. een me against nem pus le the ; “YT know you like apple pie, so I thought you’d relish © one after your hard day’s work,” said his mother, with a It’s no cinch to carry: messages and go on other | emile, “Thanks, You're all to the good, mother. By the way, *t told yotf what happened at the office this after- noon,” said Bob, as he tackled a big slice of pie. . “Something out of the usual?” she asked, “T should say so. What do you think? I shot a man. ” “You shot a man!” gasped his mother, “Yes, He’s in the hospital with a hole in his side and two other wounds of minor importance.” “My gracious! Explain.” Bob did. “Tow brave you were!” said his mother. did you escape being locked up by the police?” “The superintendent of the. building guaranteed that he would appear in court when wanted. If I had been ar-_ rested I would hardly haye been held by a magistrate, un-_ der the circumstances. Even if he had held me I would ~ haye been bailed out right away. The fact that the raseal — drew his gin on me simplified matters. At any rate, [> wasn’t pulled in. When the crook is well enough t6 hes brought into court ll have to be there, He was a swell- looking jigger. One would have taken him for a bloated _ capitalist. "The policemen say that his work proved him | an expert in his line. He'll get ten or fifteen years, all sf right. ‘The funny thing about the matter is that I en countered him on Nassau street when I was out on an ¢ rand and had a run-in with him. Then he made the ae take of his life when he reached our office, where he was. evidently bound. He recognized me and handed n awful slap in the jaw. My! how it hurt me! It mad as mad as a hornet, and I laid forthim in the corridor » get back at him. That’s how I happened to find out whe he was up to. Had he left me alone the chances are he’ have got away with his plunder without our nowing anything about at till later,” At that moment there came a gentle knock on olla 0 “Qome in!” said Bob, and in walked Beryl. “Glad t see you, Beryl. Sit up and have a cup of tea,” — “Thank you, but I can’t stay. I came to see if I ek borrow a cup and saucer. We are short, an@ we hay visitors.” a “Sure, You can borrow anything we've got, even me.” “Thank you!” laughed the girl. Ie “You're welcome! Nothing like neighbors.” Mrs. Gaynor handed her‘a eup and saucer, ' As she got up she signed to Bob to come ‘outside A He followed her into the hall. You must be on your guard agains MeTurk, » she i aif f: hea To that he and- “But how ts being. aes t ow
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: There may bea finete or two aunt here. if Bees and: his crowd starts to fool with edged tools.” “Youll be careful, won’t you?” she said, ee “Oh, yes, PU keep my eyes skinned for trouble. I never look for it, but I’m liable to canse it if I’m not let alone. McTurk discovered that fact to-night. It is true 1 started the rumpus, though he really began it by interfering with _ you. I won't let anybody ill-treat you, if I know it. I consider myself your protector, as you haven’t got a brother, or a father, to stand up for you.” “It ig very kind of you to take such an interest in me,’ Beryl said, earnestly. , “That's all right. I think a whole lot of you, so you can feel safe when I’m around. There now, run along. Til remember your warning.” There wasn’t any danger of him running into a trap that night as the weather was too bad for him to care to go out, yso he didn’t think anything more about McTurk and his gang for the present. _ The morning papers had a full account of the trouble at _ Mr. Newherry’s office, and Bob’s part in the affair was duly set forth. It was read by a large proportion of the people of Greater - New York, and Soe the rest by Owen McTurk, Patsy’s j father. Mr. MeTurk was a track driver, but at this time he was out of work, owing to a difference that existed between him and the man in whose employ he had beer. _ That accounted for the fact that he was eating his break- fast at a late hour for him. Patsy and a brace of smaller McTurks were. eating at Ea same time, with the ponderous-looking Mrs. MeTurk * facin® her husband. -“Begorra, who'd have thought that b’y downstairs was such a plucky’ chap!” remarked MeTurk, senior. “What b’y are yez talkin’ about, Owen?” asked his wife. “What b’y? Bob Gaynor, av coorse.” Patsy pricked up his ears. “Wot makes yer say a dat lobster i is plucky?” he said, snecringly. What makes me eee it? Sure, it’s the paper says it, ay ee what the paper says must re so,” replied Mr. ur és 4, h it - as large as life. Phat do yez suppose he 9 2. i did ‘he do?” growled Patsy. ure, he caught a crook at the office where he works.” id? ejaculated Patsy, much astonished. Yes, and shot him into the bargain whin the fellow drew olver on him.” sy opened his mouth to say something, but whatever he didn’t say it. * ez listen I'll be after readin’ to ye,” went on Mr. 5 who “proceeded to pad the story from start to : * ‘a put the paper down. = saved his boss from losin’ $15,000. That’s a sel handy wid his gun he might have got shot himself. man pulled a gun on you, Patsy, and you had vee ® run like: a redshanks r ap te A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. ~ -| brother. 0 yeu mane to say his name is in the ‘paper ??” asked. s a'smart b’y he is!” aia Mrs. McTurk, when her © ought to get a rake-olf for doin’ it. If he hadn’t | ——— “Is dat so? Well, when I get rough wit? Bob Gaynor dere won't be not’in’ left of “him, see?” said Patsy, ag- gressively. a “Why, are yez two at inmity?” asked Mr. McTurk, in some surprise. Patsy scowled without. making any answer. ek Then Mickey MeTurk spoke up. ; “Bob Gaynor licked Patsy last night in the hall down- . ieee s he said. : “Yer a liar!” roared Patsy, flashing a furious look at his ~ “He didn’t lick me. I fell down by accident, and when I got up he had sneaked into his rooms. But me an’ de gang is goin’ to fix him. We'll do him up for keeps, betcher life !” i “Tf yez take my advice, Patsy, yez’ll lave Bob Gaynor alone, or ye and your gang may find yoursilves at the mior-- gue. As I don’t want to be after goin’ to the expinse of — buryin’ yez, yez ll kape out of thrubble.. Don’t let me hear. of yez tryin’ on any tricks wid that b’y, or be hivins Vl bate ye widin an inch of your loife!” Ce Patsy scowled at this warning, then shaking his fist Bi Wee fis brother on the sly, pushed his chair back and made a AG the door. “te CHAPTER V. 7 StS a Ad BOB’S DEAL IN L, & M. STOOK. Bob always opened up in the morning at half-past eight, though he had nothing to do till nine, when the bookkeeper : and stenographer came in. AB He spent’ the half hour studying the market report and a reading the financial papers Mr. Newberry subscribed for. Most boys would have found this dry work and wouldnt — have turned up at the office till just so the other two Zz employees appeared. wy Bob, however, found the ‘aping and the itera in the & papers as interesting as_a story-book. es He had an object in keeping well informed about. what = was going on in Wall Street. = Within the last six months he had become a dyed-in-the- pe wool speculator on a smallscale. ae After some lucky deals in a bucket-shop, sito which ee ‘he accumulated $50, he invested that amount one day in © a certain stock on which he caught a up and came out $100 ahead. i tee From that day he saw Fortune standing at his elbow, : and whenever he saw a stock getting a move on he hought if 2 on margin at the little bank on Nassau street. Sometimes he lost money, but more often he won, and now he was worth several hundred dollars. | On the morning after the events narrated in the f e- going chapters, Bob saw by the oe papers tant M. was going up. He became interested in the ae at once. | “Vm going to get in on that,” he said to himsel haven’t done anything for three ‘weeks, and it’s” about t my capital got busy again. If I’m goin’ to be my « boss some day I’ve got to have money, and yi i about the only way: T ean make an
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A WALL SPREBT ERRAND BOY. hReS M, “went up Ave points that day, and Bob was pleased to death. When he got home he told his mother he had ae $250 on paper that day. “On paper? What do you mean?” she asked. “T mean that I’m that much ahead on a deal I went into _ this morning,” he explained. “Why don’t you collect the money, then?” “Because the papers say the stock will go higher. I _ want to make all I can.” -“T don’t see how you could make so much money in a day—you, a boy.” | ee! didn’t actually make it myself. The market did it for me.’ «Hew did it?” “This morning L. & M. was selling at 85. Well, bought 50 shares on margin. The price went up five ae so 1 have made $5 on each share. Understand 2” “JT understand what you say—that you made $5 a share on your stock, but I am astonished that you should make so much money in a day.” “Just wait till I accumulate a larger capital and I'll ‘make more than that in a day,” as he drew his chair up to the table and started to ee his supper. _ After supper he put on his hat and went out on the ae _ to meet any of his friends who might happen to be around. ‘Standing at the street door was Patsy and a couple of his cronies. He scowled in an ugly way at Bob, but did not offer te molest, him. Bob, thinking they might be there to attack him, was 3 his guard. He stepped out on to the sidewalk and stood there, but hing happened, so he walked off. ut late. Sehewhat to his surprise the bunch did not offer to p‘on him, though the hour and the conditions were ible if they were so disposed. ying no attention to them, Bob entered the house and upstairs. ; When he was sent out on his first errand, next morning, iced that L. & M. was up hale a point more. BE only advanced ‘another half point that day, but that dd er $25. to his perspective profits. Bris al days passed ae b concluded that he wouldn’t hold on any longer. bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,” - “Tf T hang on. for all that’s in this deal T may n’t to be sneezed. at, bet your life!” e ran up to the little bank where he made his deal é margin clerk to close him out. be pat mate of ten’ aeeinat said the clerks replied Bob, confidently, In the course of an hour he returned, for he never stayed a, and five of his friends were fooling not far from as Bob found out on the following morning. | the Gores mentioned. the stock continued to go up| ally reached 96. he told. at in the shuffle. I’m over $500, to the-good now, Orosby’ s pocket by the police at the time of hi | who would hold it till an order from the Di at | been decided, later on. “Mother will be more surprised than ever when I tell her,” he said to himself, with a feeling of great satisfaction, When he got back to the office it was time for him to fetch the lunches of Miss Casey.and the bookkeeper. “What makes you look so happy, Bob?” asked the stenographer, when‘sh¢ handed him the slip of paper/ on which she had written her wants, and the change to pay for the articles. “Don’t I always look happy?” laughed the boy. “Yes, but you look as if you’d found a pocketbook with a lot of money in. it, or that you had just heard that some — relative had died and left you a legacy.” “T haven't any relatives except my mother,” he venkeds* “and it wouldn’t show much respect to the memory of | one to look happy over the news a their death, even if you y| did benefit by it.” “That’s true. I spoke shiocethtleeety, Well, run along now, I’m busy.” “Want anything in the lunch line, Mr. Cox?” asked Bob, stepping up to the bookkeeper’s desk. “No. It’s such a fine day that I guess Pll go out.” “All right,” said Bob, who then went in to see if Mr. Newberry wanted anything. Just before closing time, a police officer came in and . asked for Bob. i “That’s my name,” said’ the Wall Street errand oe: “Here’s paper from the District Attorney’ § office,” said i: the officer, handing it to him. The policeman then left two similar documents ee f the bookkeeper, one’ of which was intended for Mr. Ae : berry, and went away. is They were summons for. Bob, the soneeelondar and hiere bookkeeper to appear at the Tombs Police Court on the second day following and testify against Norton Crosby, i who had recovered sufficiently from his wounds to be. Te i moved from the hospital to a prison cell. te ere - The superintendent of the building also received one,” The four obeyed the order and went, to the court at eleyen o’clock. | Crosby, looking ‘pale and weal, was bréaght heteee the magistrate. ae ‘He pleaded not guilty to the charge. Mr. Newberry was then placed on the stand ‘and. e his story. Bob, .the susibbetoe and the superintendent testifo The prisoner was represented by a lawyer, who sha cross- -qustioned each of the witnesses, but did not s ceed. in shaking their stories in any essential particular, Crosby made no statement in his own behalf, an held in $3,000 bail to await the action of the Gra Before the witnesses left, a well-dressed, spor man qualified as surety on Crosby’s bail” bond, prisoner left the courthouse in his rt a a avor= ing Bob with a ‘wicked look. “The $15,000 in pills wiih ye been take ae turned over to the property clerk at police h was presented to him by. Mr. Daeeeey Th it afternoon, when Bob te h
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Fi~ + CHAPTER VI. TLOODWINKED. Bob took the L, as. usual, at Hanover square, and when he got out at the Rivington“ street station the man was behind him. He followed the boy to the apartment house where he lived, noted the number of the building and. looking up saw _ Mrs, Gaynor’s dressmaking sign in the window. “So he lives on the second floor,” he muttered. Then he walked off down the street. A day or two afterward, when Bob went to take Miss Casey’s lunch order, she said: “Bob, T want you to do me a special favor.” ’ “Proud to have the honor,” he replied. “Tis a very private matter,” she said, in a hesitating WAY | “You can depend on me, Miss Casey, to do the right thing,” said Bob. -. *“T am gure I can,” she said. “ You. snustn’t breathe a word to anybody about what I tell you.” *“Oretainly not.” “T know I oughtn’t to do it, but Pm sure to make a little - money. if I do.” ~ B oo is out for the sont Miss Casey,” gered 0 1 ~ “Tisten, A gentleman I am acquainted {with gave me a tip on a certain stock. He said if I bought it at the present market price, which is 70, and hold on to it for a week or ten’ days’ it would go up to 90, at least, when I Se sa! to he on the safe side.” 3? “The gentleman is in a, position to know, and he would not suggest the matter if there was any danger of me losing.” : Now, T haven’t got smile enough to ¥ib 100 shares, so I can’t deal with a regular broker. eas course, I can only buy on margin, anyway. Do you know any broker ould take an order for 50 shares ? don’t want to ae with a digesouce for I don’t like their take your dider ee will pa as. aeaiee a s from a regular broker.” Will’ you carry my order there when you go “here j is $500. And het is the name of fhe back uy me 50, shares on margin.” “AL a said Boh, kine the money 2 Ha the slip of 5 i is safe for me to got in on this tip, +00,” he iself. “0. & H. is good stock, though it’s *way up. Tl risk 100 Shares. ‘that: will give me eae A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. _ : ee |the boy had no intention of selling before he sold. Miss _;away for awhile.” emarketrnow. So much the more reason why it | be that the gang was not anxious to help him out, as Tf it goes to 90. i i oe Unless they caught me unaware, which T guarded : | proposition to. mi is wee a She would probably have been astonished to jeate fhat he had money enough to buy 100 shares on margin. — He kept track of the stock whenever he got “the chance — to look at the tape, either in the private room when th boss was out, which wasn’t often during business hours, — or in one of the offices he was sent to. Ag Mr. Newberry transacted a large business with nig Soon most of his loans being made on ten, twenty or thirty days’ time. f Loans were maturing every day, and Bob collected them by check, certified befor ehand, while the money-lender — made new loans every day, thas keeping his capital on thes move all the time. Naturally, he made a good deal of money in this quiet, certain way. He had not given Bob anything for saving his $15, 000, though he raised: his wages $2, but he intended to ee him a handsome present when the case had been concluded - os and he got his money back from the police. “Bob duly reported the standing of O. & H. in the mi ket to Miss Casey whenever he saw a quotation, while she © kept tab on it by watching the daily market report. A week passed and the - price slowly adyanced to 80. _ Under ordinary circumstances, Bob would have’ sold at that figure, but as the stenographer’ s friend had told her it was safe to hold on till it reached 90, why, of course, % Casey’s stock. - “Tt’s just like finding money to get hold of a relighle — tip,” he told himself, when he looked at ae office ticker and saw that O. & H. was ruling at 805 He had told his mother that he was in- oi atiother aut and expected to make a couple of thousand dollars, a of it. i‘ She could title believe that he could be go iextdtite When he got home that evening he told her that he was already $1,000 ahead.’ “We'll be rich yet, mother,” he said, as he sat down to. supper. “1 hope you will be, my a ” she replied, wie a fond, look. “T received a notice to- aay: to attend the eis Jury to-morrow to testify against that crook T shot,” he re-— marked. “There is no doubt that an, indictment will be found again® } him. Then he’ll be tried, convicted and put “Did you hear about Patsy MeTurk ?? gee “No. What about him?” asked Bob, with some iuthhe “He was arrested to-day with a couple of his friends.” “What has he been guilty of ?” “They say the three were caught with stolen lead p in their possession, which they were selling i in ae junk store down the street.” : ~“Tt’s likely that Patsy and his ‘friends will go +t ) Protectory and stay there for several years. I guess” only getting what's been coming to him. He has evens with a hard crowd. He. threatened to do - foiv chance to ‘get at me nothing has’ happened. ert was nothing in it for them but a chance to get into fo as well ag I could, they would have found: me a
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=A a Bact that party. 2 replied Bob. | “Mr. ese “Mr. Newberry!” exclaimed the boy in surprise. “Yes; he wants to see you at his house right’ away.” “Phe dickens he does ! Bob tore the envelope open and read the note. it was typewritten and signed apparently by his boss. - At any rate, it seemed quite straight. “Vd like to know what he wants with me?” said Bob. “Maybe he wants to talk to you about what you are going to tell before the Grand Jury to-morrow,” said his mother. He That might be, but he could have done that at the office to- day.” “You'll come, I suppose,” said the man, me cab to take you up to his house.” “A cab!” ejaculated the boy. “He told me to get the cab and bring ‘you up in it,” replied the visitor. “Then Pll have to. go, I'll be back in a couple of hours, “mother,” said Bob, donning his overcoat and hat. Psi, ook look of satisfaction came over the man’s face as Bob followed him down to the street. At the door they met Owen McTurk. “Good evening, Mr. McTurk,” said Bob. “Good ay’nin’. Did yez hear about me son Patsy?” he said. “My mother told me that she heard he was arrested for - doing something.” , “Yis, for stalin’ lead pipe from a vacant store on Water a street, the blackguard! That’s what he gets for kapin’ - company wid a bad gang. I’ve warned him, and licked him, but it did no good, and now he’s brought disgrace on us at last.” , “Ts too bad, Mr. McTurk.” “Tt is, more’s the pity I should have such a loafer for a rs I’ve just been around to see the capt’in av the dis- trict to try: and get him to spake to the judge and get the b’y let off ’asy, but I don’t know if it will do any good. He said if the b’ys had been caught wit? the goods it was a serious matter, and he’d have to see the leader, or some other political boss who had a pull with the magistrate.” _. ©Well, you have my sympathy, Mr. MeTurk.” eet elave yez had a run-in wid Patsy awhile ago up- stairs,’ _ “Oh, that didn’t ee to anything! gate «Te tould me he was goin’ to put his gang on to yes. I i tould him if he didn’t lave yez alone I’d lick the stuffin’ out of him, and begorra I meant it. I suppose he didn’t interfere wid yez since?” “No, I’m much obliged to you for taking my pait, Mr McTurk, but if he and his crowd had tackled me they would have found something doing. Good night.”. “Good night. Are yez goin’ out in a cab 2” ; fe My, boss sent the vehicle, as he wants to see me to- “Who is the note from ?” “Pve brought ‘McTurk watched Bob 7 away, much impressed fact that his employer seemed to think him of nit Stra to send a cab for him. — GHAPTER VII. IN THR SLUMS. his persecutors, who considered their perfomance a hh joke, floor, one of the boys seized the stool and carried i i | ducing a cigarette from his pocket, which he lightec began to smoke with the carelessness of an old-timer business, over ie injured one’s face, left him and rejoined h ‘Panio passed around from mouth to mouth in the differe all, without regard to age, partaking of it. ‘that there was a door near him which opened i # WALL STREET unAN? BOY. Bob looked out of the window, but saw nothing out of the usual. The next moment the man secured a grip on his neck, pulled his head back and pressed a cloth tightly over his face. Conscious that something was wrong, the boy made a desperate effort to release himself, but taken at a disad- vantage, and becoming dizzy from the effects of the drug he was breathing, he became an easy victim and soon lost his senses, When Bob recovered consciousness he found himself alone in a dark place that was full of strange smells. He was lying on an old pallet of some kind, with a threadbare blanket thrown over his chest and legs. At first the boy didn’t know how to account for the strangeness of hisesurroundings, but as he sat up, with the hum of nearby voices, coarse langhter and ribald song in his ears, he recollected how he had heen lured from his home in a cab and then attacked and overcome by the man who was responsible for it all. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed. in this way ?” ; He asked the question of the empty air, which returned : no reply. ; Through the interstices of a rude partition he saw streaks — of light shining. Evidently there was a room beyond, and it was from there that the medley of strange and uncouth sounds came. — He sprang on his feet and walking to one of the cracks,» peered through. A crowd of men and boys of various ages, with tough eid hardened features, were sprawled about the cheerless-look- ing apartment, in the center of which stood a round-bellied _ office stove, filled with blazing coal. All hands were enjoying themselves in the manner that best’ suited them. be ' The majority were playing cards with greasy. peal a squatting upon the bare floor, which served them forga table. — The furniture of the place consisted only of a few pies occupied by any one who gained first possession of them. One of these individuals was being dispossessed of his e seat by a couple of boys, who handled. him without gloves. — Tfe was a tattered-looking wretch, with bleary eyes an bloated countenance, spotted with rum-blossoms of a ie a let tinge. He struggled and fought to retain his seat (swearing de: protesting alternately, but without producing any effect on “Why have I been treated The rest of the company appeared to be indiffrent the incident. : When the tattered individual had been laid out 0 th other part of the room and planked himself upon The other youth, after jamming the apology fo Cans filled with liquor, presumedly beer, were “While observing the scene before him, Bob iv ‘He laid his hands upon it, oe found hat it we not
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(A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. see “room beyond, but he hesitated to avail himself of the chance _ to escape from his present undesirable quarters on account of the character of the crowd he would have to face. He concluded to wait and make further een bes fore making a move. He believed that he would not be allowed to pass un- challenged, and although he had great confidence in his. prowess as a scrapper, still he realized the disadvantage of numbers which he would be obliged to face. A door at the further end of the room opened and a tat- tered, mean-looking girl, with a very pretty face, entered. “Hello, Sue!” “Where’s yer friend, Maggie?” “Haven't seen her to-night. Who’s goin’ to treat? Don’t all speak at once!” said the girl, with a laugh, as she walked to the stove to warm herself. |. Her red hands and face indicated that she had just come in from the bleak atmosphere of the streets. _ Nobody offered to treat her. ° shouted the boy with the. cigarette. Indeed, hardly anybody, except the boy who had ad- , dressed her, seemed to take any notice. of her appearance on the scene, Bob regarded’ the girl with some curiosity. She was a child of the slums. Poor Sue, whose other name was lost in the shuffle, for nobody ever addressed her otherwise than as Sue, never had half a chance in the game of life. ~ Fortune was against her all through. Her mother had died of delirium tremens when she was a mere child, while her father was serving a life sentence in -Sing Sing as an accomplice in a murder. She lived with,an old hag ge carried on a junk shop in |. _ the street. _. She and the woman got ‘ian very well together, for she ‘tended shop and was as expert at buying and selling as the owner herself. She knew all the cheap thiewei in that part of the town, for they brought much of their swag to the shop: to sell, ~and the girl or the hag bought it, knowing it was stolen, just, as they purchased. bottles, and bags, and metals, and Son and _ odds and ends honestly acquired. amusement. _. She had many admirers, but had no use for any of them. _ She was more like a boy than a girl, and would stand onsense or freedom from anybody. _ Altogether, she was a strange combination. : the hour, Sue? Did you ‘notice the clock below came wp ?” asked the boy who had spoken to her miranee. ~ NS Time I was home and in bed, but 1 dow’t eel like turning in, so I came here,” replied the girl. bitter outside, but rail have to go.” nw’d better, Sue, if yer don’t want to run ag’in n Crosby, who’s liable to drop in any moment.” at does he want here?” asked Sue, in an ungracious or she didn’t like Crosby, who had been persecuting eed, she rather feared the persistent crook, who was to be A dangerous man. [e’s comin’ to see the chap who shot him i in Wall Street him pinched.” ob’s heart gave a jump at those words. few derstood now why he had beet Mina from | menacingly. | perately, trying to free her wrist. - 7 — 5) ee secre " = = i : = 28, &eVes.” _ “He must be a bold lad,” said the girl, in an admiring ~ tone. “He was plucky to tackle Crosby.” “J should like to see him. I suppose he’ll come with a ee The youth laughed. “He's here already. Dave Cheney fetched him, fous hours ago.’ “Did he have the nerve to come to this place without protection ?” oa “Fe couldn’t help himself.” “Why not?” “Dave enticed him into a cab and-then hocussed his” “And what was he brought ‘here for?” “T dunno. It’s Crosby’s business, not mine.” “Where. is the boy ?” “In that room, senseless.” Us “Pode lad! Cant see him? Justa look.” Veta Al at guess yer kin, ‘The door ain’t locked. Got a match ie “No. oy co “You'll need one to see him for the room is dark, Better read do it in‘a hurry before Crosby shows up. Here’s a couple © of matches.” The boy handed Sue the matches and she started toward |the door. Bob began to consider shibitios it wouldn’t be well for him to return to the pallet and pretend to be unconscious. - While’ he hesitated over the matter a man in a fur over- coat suddenly entered the outer room. Bob recognized him at once ‘as Norton Crosby. ‘i He appeared to be now fully recovered from his wounds. S The boy who had been talking to Sue saw him and ut- — tered a warning whistle, as a signal to the girl. She hardly needed it, for she had seen Crosby come in. She stopped in her walk toward the door and backed ~ behind a bunch who were playing cards, keeping her head down and her face averted. Crosby’s sharp eye, However, had singled her out, and Ne he went toward her. ‘The girl had no wish to ‘ie him and moved bana? the door, _ The crook cut off her retreat, seized her by the wrist and — pulled her out into a clear space. ihe “Trying to avoid me, are you?” he tone. ae “Yes,” replied the girl, boldly, looking, him squarely in the face. “I want nothin’ to do with you!” 2 “Oh, you don’t!” eried the man, in a nasty tone. “Well, ae as ve. taken a fancy to you I guess you'll alter your ways toward me and marry me. if you don’t-———” he anes ssf, in a tense “Tf I don’t, what then? This is a free country. Bo don’t like you, and you know it.” “You'll have to learn to like me. Understand 2?” he said, ‘ fiercely. “T won't! You can’t make me!” cried the girl, dee “J will make you or P’ll do you up! Y he hissed. “You'll never make me if you kill me, Norton Crosby “We'll see!” he cried, swinging her around and th seizing her by the other wrist. &No woman, - “nor ae either, can safely defy me.” She The occupants of the room stopped their care and other occupations to Kee what. was going ‘toh _ None of them had any ial
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from: the rest there. - Wherein the difference lay no one could explain, but the ! people intuitively recognized her as something apart from themselves and disliked her accordingly. Crosby might have ‘killed her in that room and not one in that crowd would have raised a hand in her defense. ~. Sue knew it, too, and yet her brave nature would not take water, Crosby had been drinking and was in an ugly humor, which made him particularly dangerous, He began to torture the girl by twisting her wrists “be- hind her back. ; She cried’ out in pain. - “Will you consent to marry me?” he demanded. ¢ “No, no—never!” she replied. “Then Vl break your arms!” ~ The girl uttered a piercing scream as he epitcaned the power of his muscles. This was more than Bob, who was looking on, could _ stand. _ No matter what kind of a girl Bag was he only saw in her a woman, in the hands of a brute, though the scoundrel » wore good clothes and had a prosperous look.: ~ In another moment he banged open the door, rushed out of the inner room and struck Crosby down with a blow that ‘landed squarely between his eyes. - ‘Then he caught the almost fainting gull by the arm and pulled her behind him, standing over the fallen crook like an avenging Nemesis, ‘with flushed face, flashing eyes and chest heaving with wrath and excitement. pe CHAPTER VIII. THE SEORET EXIT. | Hjaculations of surprise rose from every part of the _ room at the unexpected appearaace of Bob and his smash- ing blow. _ Men and boys sprang to their fect to ‘get out of the way, - for they looked for Crosby to shoot the moment he re- : i are himself, and every man jack of them feared to stop a chance bullet. They gravitated toward the door, which was behind the incipal actors in the thrilling scene, and stood there atching for the next act in the “drama. ‘Sue recovered her self-possession first. “Escape if you can!” she cried to Bob. he gets up.” . hat crowd wouldn’t let me get away. “He'll kill you Besides, if I let _ Tve a e take my chances here.” ~ “You haven’t any chance in this chi, Yowre the boy nearly, did Crosby in Wall Street, and got him pinched, lat. he's likely to be sent away. Now you’ve struck } again. . He’ll have no mercy on you when he re .. Come, you must get out of here,” and she caught him by the arm and started to drag him toward the door. ek ne effort, if it would Ae amounted to anything, was ade too late. SF fae ; Crosby jumped up, with his face flamihg with rage, ven have signed. d ed, reachi alg A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. you here alone that scoundrel would hurt you. No, |. i eagle so curse, woul he| ae A Alihoneh Sue was a girl of the slams, she was eae | The boy’s fist took him in the matt ‘gith the ice ofa small pile-driver, and. he reeled back. Bob followed up the attack, grabbing his arm and | wrenching the revolyer away from him. Giving: the rascal ‘@ shove he started for the door. “Stand away from the entrance, you rascals!” cried Bob, flourishing the weapon. The crowd scattered to either side of the room. “Go ahead of me, young lady,” said Bob to Sue, The girl oleyed. At that moment some coward in the crowd picked up a stool and flung it at the brave boy. It caught Bob, unaware, on the head and he fell. | Crosby, who had a wholesome respect for a gun in Bob’s _ hands since the Wall Street episode, saw his chance and © sprang at and on top of the boy. - ; ; Bob, in the struggle, tried to shoot. 5 The bullet missed Crosby and hit the leg of one of the crowd. He fell, with a cry. oa The whole bunch, fearing more trouble of the same sort, _ dashed for the door just as Sue started back to try and help her gallant defender. 3 She was caught in the rush and swept along the passage into a corridor some distance away. There the crowd halted around the door and she was not 2 allowed to return. iit iers: In. the meantime, Norton Crosby, having the advan- tage of weight and ‘position, held down Bob’s hand that grasped the pistol and seized his neck with his other hand. The crook was in desperate earnestness and | finally choked the boy into temporary unconsciousness. “Then he recovered his weapon. i Re For a moment he held it at the boy’s Laaiteh as it it Co were his purpose to kill him on the spot, but it struck him that such a crime might easily lead him to the electric chair, for Sue had got away and would probably peach on him if the poy was found by the police, murdered. “Tl fix him ‘another way that won’t incriminate me,” ’ he muttered, savagely. a Replacing the weapon in his pocket, he took Bob in hi arms and carried him to the side of the room. ee - Pressing a spring in the wall, a secret door flew ° n and he passed through it with his burden, the door closi g after him. ‘ ia He carried Bob through a short, narrow ‘passage to an- other door also operating ’ ‘with a spring. This opened out on a landing where a pair of rick stairs communicated with the floor above. ~ Dragging Bob up the stairs, he thrust him pe ab |room with as little ceremony as he might have hand od bag of feed. - “Stay there till the house is quiet and then Swigg I will dispose of you for good!” he hissed, half slamming the dogr and securing it with a bar that tu on a center axis, , His words and the sae of the bar reached Bob? i in a dreamy way as he was coming to. He lay for several minutes erefioRt motion and th began to move. ; Finally he sat up and looked aunt m the dark, : All he could see was the outline of a window. eae Getting up he struck a match. ; tones was zwbpolabely. et in thie. room ut i ith scobwebe n FEI ay SORT 9 NY Ep ESE RGR cs Wau Coe oer
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iss “He was a prisoner again, though practically he had not ceased to be one since he was brought to the house: He examined the window next and found it protected | first, and when you see the rope shake follow me. A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY... “This hole leads to one of the back doors of the crib,” — Ishe said, letting the rope fall through the trap. “Under 4 Jnder- on the outside by round, rusty bars such as are sometimés stand ?” attached to warehouse windows. There was no chance to escape in that direction. Observing another door, he opened it and saw that it led to a big closet. _ There was nothing in it but a large iron staple driven into the wall at the back, on which was hung a coil of dirty Op one end of which was securely attached to the staple. Bob wondered why it was there. “Tm cooped up for sure,” muttered the errand boy, pitch darkness, when he had finished his investigations, “I wonder if I'll ‘see my finish in this house? It is evidently somewhere in the: slums—in a quarter where crooks congregate. I’m afraid Crosby has got it in for me. ‘ing hin and queéring his Wall Street job. The fact that I knocked him down in defense of that girl didn’t make _ matters any worse, I imagine. The only wonder is that ~ he didn’t kill me in the room below when he got the upper _ hand of me. I would certainly have shot him if I could have managed it.” Bob kept moving around the room, swinging his arms, for it was awful cold in the place, a couple of broken win- |’ _dow-panes helping to add a zero edge to the temperature. Half an hour passed, during which things looked mighty black for his fitture. _ Then he heard light footsteps outside. id bar moving. as T wonder who is coming to visit mé?” he asked him. ; self, on ot Crosby, from ‘the sound, Some lightfooted ‘person. Maybe a man with rubbers on such as crooks often wear to deaden the sound of their footfalls.” A few moments of uncertainty and then the door swung open, and Bob’s eyes, being accustomed to the darkness, ‘saw a female figure glide in and shut the door quickly be- md her. ~“Tnstinctively he guessed his visitor was Sue, “Where are you, Bob Gaynor?” she asked in a low tone. “Here,” replied Bob, coming forward. “You must leave here at once,” she said. I'm ready to go if you can show me the way out,” answered. I know some of the secrets of this buildin’. everal exits that the men take when they want to the lice I will show you how to-escape by one of am vey grateful to you, Sue—I think that is your le . You are a plucky boy—the pluckiest I ever met. faced that man alone, with a crowd of cowards at * You ohh I despite such men, Bah! They’re not Have you any I daresay I was |’ brought here so cae “he could get revenge on me for shoot- | They paused at the door and he heard the sound of a| for and drew the bolts, You aa me a good turn and'T suit risk my life to|- back. The whole crowd wouldn't have dared do what] | edge of the trap. “ee Yes. bb) “Shut the door before you come down,” she said. Then she swung off and slid down out of sight with all the agility of a sailor. Bob lit another match and watched the rope: it soon shook violently. That was his signak - He shut the door, grabbed we r ope and slid down into Presently he felt a hand on his leg. “Drop!” said Sue. He obeyed and landed by her side. “Where are we?” he asked. “On a wide shelf sat the top of : ® ladder. except as I tell you.” “Shall I flash a match?” he asked. p . “Yes. I forgot about you havin’ some, Strike one ~ rand then you'll see your way down into the cellar. 4 Bob threw a feeble gleam of light on the’ place and Me saw a long ladder before him, extending downward. “Follow me down,” said the girl, leading the way. Landing in the cellar, she took him by the arm and led him along in the-darkness. Light was not needed, as she knew every foot of the way. A bolted iron door barred their progress, but the git felt es 4 aoa: Don’t move Ny (ay ¥ se aT Fie an ees i 4 i. 7 Fat oes Saxe al Shé closed it after they passed through. They were now*in a sort of tunnel only wide eae: for ‘ one person to traverse at a time. “This runs under several buildings and yards and ends a a house on street,” said Sue, as she walked ahead, The tunnel seemed endless to Bob, who wondered at the Res ingenuity of its sk padored and the sesh of secret labor they had expended on it. Tt came to an end at last. “Have you another match?” asked the girl, Bob: had struck it. When’ the flame flared up. he saw that they were in small enclosed space. “Hold it down where I sae the girl said. ‘She removed a loose board and pulled a short ie out of its hiding-place. wh Planting this at a certain spot, she climbed UD, around and finally threw up a trap door. i Getting down, she said, “Go up.’ Bob did so, and awaited Sue, He heard her remoye the ladder. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Putting the ladder back,” she replied, “But how will you get up???) “You are str ong enough’ to draw nie up to thee the trap, a aay then you ought to be able to help me o “All right,” returned the errand bay. : In a few moments she told him to reach down fot h He did and she got a good hold on his arms. Bracing himself, ‘he raised her so she ‘could 8 € es IP | \. | ate he caught her under the arms sand i
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aes : irae “ER ce A WALL STREET sas act “BOY. They soon reached ge door, which was locked and keeper’ or Miss Se but when the money-lender came barred. in he told him the whole story. Such things presented no obstacles to their exit from| Mr. Newberry was greatly astonished, and said the mat- ~ the house, and they were presently out on the bleak, snow-j ter ought to be reported to the District Attorney, for ~ covered street. Cr osby’s trick was clearly a move on his part to interfere ve with the course of justice. The money-lender did communicate with the public Ps CHAPTER IX. prosecutor’s office, and that led to action on the part of the ait police. BOB MAKES MORE MONEY. A detective called at the office soon after Mr. Newhela. : Bob and the bookkeeper returned from the room of the “How can I thank you enough, Sue,” said Bob, grasping} Grand Jury, and interviewed Bob. ~ her hand. “I am sure that you saved my life by leading} “Would you recognize the building where you were held ~ me out of that terrible den.” prisoner?” asked the officer after the errand boy had told - “Yowre welcome, Bob Gaynor. We’re square, for you] his story. saved me from the hands of Norton Crosby. We part Bob was obliged to confess that he could not point it out. here, for it’s time I went home and turned in,” said Sue.}| “At ‘any rate, you could point out the building where “Where do you liye?” you made your exit?” said the sleuth. “Not on Fifth avenue,” laughed the girl, a bit harshly,|. “Yes, I think I could,” answered Bob, “I know it’s. “or I’d invite you to call on ee ZEN ee one of the houses in the middle of the block on ’ “You don’t want to tell me, I suppose? ides street, on the east side of the way.” _ “Why do you want to know?” “Between what streets ?” “Because I’d like to keep track of you.” Bob mentioned the name of one of the streets, the name _ “What interest can you have in me? Yow’re a young| of which he had noticed on the lamp-post. - Wall Street gent, while I’m only a poor kid.” — The other one he didn’t zee, but that didn’t matter, Me" “T can’t help taking an interest in one who has done] as he could: point it out. ie me so great favor as you, to-night.” At the detective’s request he was allowed to accompany ~ _ “Forget it and go your way. Good night, ” and she left | him to the locality. him abruptly at the corner and hurried off down the|. When they got there Bob picked out the house which he strect. believed the underground passageway ended at. ~ Bob looked after her. The sleuth said that a raid by the police would undoubt- “She's a curious girl—at least curious to me. I wish I} edly be ordered after he had made his report. HD could see her living in a decent home. Under proper con- itions she might amount to something. She’s got the brand of the slums on her, but something tells me she is better than her surroundings. How I admire a plucky girl, and she is pluck to the backbone. Only a girl with grit would have dared hold off that rascally crook on his own stamping ground. Well, I must get home as fast as I ean, for mother is surely worried over my long absence, d she won’t sleep a wink till I show up.’ - Bob hurried along through the dark and not over-safe streets of the locality where he had been held a prisoner, and tnighty glad he was when he struck thoroughfares Bob then returned to the office. : Before the Stock Exchange closed he found out that — O. & H. had gone up two points since morning, and re- _ ported the fact to Miss Casey. ies “That makes twelve points since 1 bought, or a gain of $600. As soon as it-reaches 90, you must order it sold for =a me. You won’t forget?” eee “No, Miss Casey. Just as soon as the price goes to 90 ae | order your shares sold,” said Bob. : There was no danger of ‘him forgetting to carry ‘out her. instructions, as his own deal was directly connected with hers, and you may be sure he was keeping an eye on his. 4 own. interests. Bob thought of Sue, the girl of the slums, more than once that day, fe Indeed, ie couldn’t help feeling an interest in the gi who he felt certain had saved his life. ” He was half afraid that Norton Crosby would sIpcc her agency in the matter and make things hot for her. For fear of getting her in trouble he had not mentio her connection with, him to the detective, giving the gle the impression that he had escaped through his own le vices. When he got home that shiemioon he learned. that Pats : McTurk had been discharged by the magistrate at his ex- amination. that day, side a his companions were ask trial. As there appeared to be no doubt that Patsy was j guilty as his associates, it seemed cléar that a politic ul {had saved him. : The ease with which he had evaded punishm Patsy a swelled head, and he boasted among his er s| his father’s influence i in the district, — Hever As his s freedom seemed ; t last he reached the tenement in rach he lived, and as presently knocking for admittance at his mother’s apartments. She was sitting up waiting for him, as he expected, for ‘is long absence had worked on Aer nerves and she could ‘no go to bed. “Bob, Bob, why have you meres out so late? It is fter one in the morning. Surely Mr. Newberr ¥, wouldn’t _ keep you at his house so “long,” she said, “Mother, that note was not from my boss,” said Bob No!” she exclaimed. « - “Tt was a trap set by that rascally Cea Tye been a vipe oner till I made my escape a little while ago, in one pe of lowest dens of the city.” gracious!” cried his mother, | nm he told her the story of his night’s adventures in d she was not a litile upset by it. ‘T had a narrow squeak of it, but.all’s well that ends ‘0 let’s go to bed, for it’s after two now.” ed up at the office as usual next. morning as not ogc) at Se aes rest, ie
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ul ae WALL STREET ERRAND D BOY. He ventured to get gay once more with Beryl Baker, and she slapped him in the face. That made him mad and he chased her upstairs. -, Unable to reach her own apartments she took refuge in |so Bob walked in. Mrs. Gaynor’s just as Bob was sitting downto his supper. “Tl escort you upstairs,” said the “errand boy, after she |closure used as the counting-room: had explained the situation. “Patsy seems aching to get back in jail, from his actions. his political influence may not work so smoothly.” When Bob and Beryl stepped out into the hallway, Patsy | Bob, turning around to go out. had disappeared. Evidently he knew Bob was home, and. he did not care |the private office. to meet him under the circumstances. So Beryl reached her mother’s rooms without further trouble. Several days passed and then a boom developed in O. & | to himself. H. one morning, and before two o’clock the stock was * going at 92. ‘Bob took the first opportunity after that to get to the bank and order Miss Casey’s stock, as well as his own, | his busineds, but the recollection of his employer’s trouble sold. “When he got back to the office he told her that he had -earried out her orders as soon as he.could. “You are $2 ahead of what you would have made if I | door and opened it, softly. had been able to sell at the exact pes you told me to,” he said. ’ \ “Two dollars! she replied. out my business.” ~ “Thanks, but I don’t want it!” “Don’t want it!” she exclaimed, in surprise. not?” _ “Well, to tell you the truth, I had a few dollars of my “Why executing your commission.” titled to the $50, anyway.” “Whether I am or not we’ll let it go. pleasure to do you a favor at any time, and the favor in this ,”? smiled the errand boy. not forget it. You are rather an unusual boy. Anybody : would take all he could get and say nothing.” the same way, and then we'll both make a little lat float around among the insiders. lett ng a great deal get away from them,” laughed the as he walked away to his own desk. . ere he figured up his own profit on the deal at about Pe, for the ae he sold at was about 92 1-2. oe ¢ CHAPTER Ric oie _ BOB SAVES HIS netics aes RY > aay was Hat ila and as Bob was coming up Broad eet at a quarter of one, after carrying his last message th day, he thought he’d drop: in at a certain broker’ 8 niend | ae bee named Dick Baxter, was The next time he gets there | big safe locked up. ve “Then T will divide the |rope that went behind his back and then went straight up. extra profit with yu which will give you $50 for carrying | to the chandelier, where it was tied, stood staring at a well-_ own which I invested on the strength of your tip and I have ‘claimed the man. - made more than $50 out of it, so [ feel sufficiently paid for | the street and then made off as fast as you could go that — “Indeed! I’m glad to hear it, but I think you are en-|mind, but you see I have. It gives ihe great | how it feels yourself.” ase would lose much of its value if ' allowed you to pay |him to leap in the air and upset a chair. “I’m sure it’s very kind of you to say 50, and T shall | ward and seizing his uplifted arm, held: it. “Well, don’t worry about what anybody else would do. | If you've got a just cause of complaint against him, ‘get hold of another reliable tip you can let me’in,/it in a reasonable way.” y. We might as well have a little of the good | angrily, turnin, on Bob and making an effort to rereates They are | arm. Bob had an idea of going to a show that evening, and he wanted Dick to go with him. igs The door leading into the reception-room was not locked 3 Not a soul was in the room, even in the railed-off en- es The tall desks were clear of books and papers, and the - fe Bverybody has ee and Dick with them,” thought . At that moment he heard a strange sound coming ges _ He stopped and listened.’ , | It was repeated. “T guess the janitor is in there, cleaning up,” said Bob SRR f Then something like a smothered ery reached his ears. te es That caused him to pause again and listen. a He might have thought noth 1ing of it and gone on. aboint he with Norton Crosby was ever present in his mind. “T don’t believe there is anything wrong, but it’s no trouble to make sure,” he thought, so he walked over to the A strange sight met his gaze. a His friend, Dick Baxter, with his elbows secured by a. dressed. man facing him, who was ‘threatening him with. cane. Dick could not ery out, for he was gagged by a sinall towel tied in a knot under one of his ears. “Tye got you where I want you, you young rascal)? e ex- “You thought when you upset me on I wouldn’t be able to locate you to give you a piece of my One of my legs has been sor ever since you tripped me up, 80 I think TIL let you see He gave Dick a whack on the legs with his cane, causing Before he could strike a second blow, Bob bounded for- “Cut it out, Mister Man!” said Bob. “TI can’t let ‘you abuse my particular friend, Dick Baxter, in this ese = settle son “How dare you interfere with me!” snorted the man, i “Because you are acting like a tyrant and bully, sit th won’t go with me,” replied Bob, resolutely. “Let go of my arm, do you heat ?” roared the man. “J will if you promise to behave yourself.” — , “Confound you, do you know who you are talking to?” Z “No, sir, I haven’t the honor of your acquaintance, ‘|have I ever seen you before to ies knowledge.” “Release my arm |” grasp and then let him go. “Give me back my cane, you soni se bo “Certainly, after you’ have released Baxter. Ae “JT won’t release him.” » “T think you will. I don’t believed the lew auth ‘ or any one élse to trice up :
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i 4 Ta ep a. 1p, 8) Se a ere ea ek Ae A WALL STREET PRRAND BOY. 2B ins aa ae reser ates a autres eee Ee Eee aes Saceemearas. ae eats SAN : Beast a “ ‘You dare threaten me?” roared the man, looking as it| When he did go the man, without a word, tripped him up — _ he was going to attack the speaker. on the floor and pinioned his arms} after which he gagged _ “Tf you call it a threat we'll let it go at that, but I} him. _ think I’m giving you a chance to crawl out of the hole} Then he tied him up to the chandelier: : ~ you've put yourself into. I fancy Dick Baxter will be jus- “T guess you’re an easy mark, Dick. However, we won’t tified in securing'a warrant for your arrest for inhuman j|say anything more about it. I came to see if you'll go to treatment. If he does, [ will be a witness of the facts soja show with me to-night.” - far as I have seen them.” “Sure I will. What show?” The man seemed to recognize that he might have gone} Bob mentioned the theatre he had in his mind. too far. “Td just as lief go there as anywhere else,” said Dick, “This boy upset me in the street and hurt my leg. In- A“Then the matter is settled. I’ll meet you at the corner stead of stopping to apologize he ran away, giving me the | of Broadway and 42d street at half-past seven.” idea that he did it on purpose.” Dick said he’d be there on time, and the two boys left j “What have you to say.to that, Dick?” asked Bob, step- the office together, ping forward and pulling the towel away from his lips. /| Bob found the bookkeeper waiting for him with his pay “tt was an accident,” said Dick. envelope. ~ “© An accident !” sniffed the man. “What kept! you so long, Bob? It’s after one,” he said. “Why didn’t you apologize and help him up?” asked} Bob told him what had detained him. _ Bob. “Tt was a lucky thing for your friend that you Avge: “T was in a great rush with a message and couldn’t stop.” in to see him,” said Cox, “He might have received a “T think this man has some cause to kick, but instead of | good beating. » 5 es handling you without gloves, as he has done, he should have} “I think it was just as fortunate for the man. If he — told your boss and ‘made you ‘apologize for your actions.| had hurt Dick badly. he would have made hind liable _ Pm not passing on the merits of the case, as it is not my|to arrest and prosecution for taking the law into his own business to do so. I should think you would apologize to| hands in such a high-handed way,” replied Bob. a ‘-him now. That ought to end the incident, but you can ; ‘ “Yes, he overstepped his rights, and your friend could — _ both do as you please, for it is your affair, not mine.” ‘have made him pay for the assault. Your friend’s con- “Tl apologize,” said Dick. duct deserved censure, but not premeditated Webi og ms “Will you accept an apology from him, sir?” Bob asked | of the kind the man started to mete out to him.” ep , ne wl Bob nodded, and then they left the office and thier ie . One morning, when Bob Foburned from an errand, Ps _ The man had no recourse but to release Dick. found several people waiting to see Mr. Newberry. _ Bob then handed him his cane and remarked that he} All of them had bundles of securities with them nm hoped the unpleasant affair was closed. which they wanted to raise money. The man made no reply, but took his cane and walked Some of the securities were bonds, the value of which i" not fluctuate materially and, therefore, were perfectly “The next time you butt “ata a man on the street I guess collateral. w’ll stop and exeuse yourself,” Bob said to Dick. The balance were certificates of stock, the value of wh “Maybe I will,” growled Dick, rubbing his sore leg. was liable to increase or diminish considerably daily, ac -“T should advise you to. If T hadn't come in here to|cdérding to the trend of the market. ee you, that chap would, no doubt, have made you dance| Mr. Newberry never took stock as security for time loa he frish hornpipe, * said Bob. ‘The money he advanced on them was ie hg ie gor - “FHe’s a brute, and I’m sorry you made me e apologize. a aap time. ; “T didn’t make you. I merely suggested it to you, for| Two brokers, whose turn was nena in. order a see th ‘3 [ thought the man was entitled to it. I guess you've got off money-lender, had cdme inside the railing and were | easy. If he reported you to the boss, as any other man|ing against the window looking out on Wall Street, wh ee j ould Bs eounOhy, have done, yore: BING got hauled over the/ Bob sat down at his desk close by and got to work on a paper full of figures. ; 8 — The two gentlemen were talking together in a lo ‘but much they said reached the boy’s ears. — “We'll make a pretty good thing out of this tip ot J,” said one. “Too bad we haven’t more collateral for the coin we need. Its bound to go up. fittee or | points.” ead | “Tt can’t be helped. We'll have to be satieded vith. ee Hothingn more to say. 5 Eiow came he to| a loaf, seeing that we can’t fay spk wre bakery,” repli Tate) would ¢ take on or ap ie him the other. NE Cra vie ta Ae x pee ‘suppose 80, but it’s exas had a good excuse.” » you didn’t. It wouldn’t have taken you more than rte. or two to have squared yourself, and, as a young man, it was your duty to do it. A messenger boy in ees mee. ‘ot ead ne cine ne others on the
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At Bahrein the arid shore has no fresh water, and the people who live there have a novel means of obtaining drinking water. At the bottom of the sea near the shore are many fresh springs. The water is got by diving, The diver winds a large goat skin bag round his left arm, the hand keeping the mouth of the bag closed. Then he takes in‘his right hand a heavy stone, to which is fastened a long’ ‘rope. Thus equipped, he plunges in, and,. sinking to the bottom, fills the bag with fresh water. He then releases his hold on the stone and returns to the surface. The stone is hauled up by the rope, and after the water has settled again he dives and fills another bag. The source of the _ Springs is supposed to be the hills of Osman, which are several - hundred miles away. . | Ms The brite of the year r obtained thelr names from widely - varying sources, January was named from the Roman god "Janus, the deity with two faces, one looking to the east and word fébruo, to purify. It was the ancient Roman custom to festivals of purification during that month. March owes me to an old God of war, j Among the Saxons this month own as lenst, meaning spring, which was the origin of ‘d Lent, It is claimed by some that April was named m the Latin word aperire, open, in signification of the open- ads. In Saxon days it was called eastra, in honor of D tra, the Goddess of Spring, from which comes our word aster. May was named after Maia, the Roman. goddess of : wth or increase, and | June was from the Latin juvenis ung). Julius Cesar himself named July in his own honor, and August was likewise named by Augustus Casar. Septem- ber is from the Latin word septem, meaning seven, it being ie seventh month of the year, according to the old Roman calendar, and October, November and December likewise re- the names. they were known by in the old Roman cal- f the other toward the west. February comes from the Latin| fore he could turn round the beast was almost upon him. He | struck the animal with the gun as it was in the act of strik- ing him, and so warded off the blow from his head; But the beast’s claws from one paw cut his right cheek, and the other paw knocked the gun out of the officer’s hands. With ali his strength the man dashed his right hand into the animal’s mouth, and with the left grasped him round the throat. The leopard caught him near the elbow, and bit through the fovre- arm. Hxerting all his strength, Apcher threw the leopard into a rift between the rocks and on its back. With his knee on its. chest, one hand in its mouth, the other grasping its throat, he held the struggling animal, His native boy came up with a double-barrel gun, “Put it in the leopard’s mouth and fire,” said Apcher. The boy obeyed, pulled both triggers, and killed the beast, fortunately without hitting the hand, officer’s left hand and arm were much injured; every finger of the right hand was lacerated, the hand bitten through, and the forearm torn in five places, JOKES AND JESTS, Little Willie—Say, pa, why do they stamp eagles on our son. He—I kissed her once under the mistletoe, and she seemed ~ You should have kissed her angry at me. She—Of course. twice, The brave” coins? Pa-Propably as an emblem of their swift flight, my { he ae “I sent a poem to that magazine, and now I hear it has a failed.” “Too bad! damages.” But maybe they! won’t sue you for Tommy—Say, pa, what is the census bureau? to the public after they are out of date. Blobbs—How dia he make his money? Slobbs—In smoking tobacco, Blobbs—Is that so? “Say,” ‘reeieg the bulldog, “you don’t know much about ~ scientific fighting, do you?” “Perhaps not,” replied the porcu- — pine; “however, if you want to try a little/bout with me, ie think I can-give you a few points. 8 “My husband has no idea of the value of money. a “Why, it I thought he was a careful business man.” too. can buy for $48.99.” “He thinks 80, But he absolutely doesn’t realize what a lovely hat 1 is “Well, Bill,” Said Dawson, as he iinet Holloway ‘on the avenue, “did you get any good hunting up in Maine?” “Fine,” ; said Holloway. work?” asked Dawson. is, if it hadn't been for him we wouldn’ t have had any unt ing at all. days lookin for him.” Wy “ pS ee “How did that new dog Wilkins gaye yor “Splendid,” said Holloway. He ran away at the first shot, and we spent, yar f 7 \ Hgbert—Oh, yes, A hit pate a plan which 5 ce ow I've been smoking tobacco nearly all my life, but I never made By, money at it. i Pa—The | censlis bureau, my son, is a collector of facts that are given “Pact. Sg ng itustration of ae Te and dogged persistence was cat's “neck. ‘The note, read, ““WRinder” and, the. money. “and how did it wor?” eet the sige day with another note.
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Trapped by a Boy Artist By Horace Appelton. The story I am about to relate is an illustration of the old saying that truth is stranger than fiction, for the story is, in the main, strictly an actual experience. In 18— Gerald Ransleer, a very wealthy gentleman, and a resident. of Philadelphia, was mysteriously murdered. The facts in the case were substantially these: One evening a strange man called to see Mr, Ransleer, and as no servant was, as it chanced, at hand when he rang the e bell, Mr. Ransleer’s daughter and only child, Victoria, a young lady of nineteen, admitted him. oe The gloaming had come, but the hall was in semi-darkness, as the lamps had not been ignited. However, although, as she afterwards remembered, the stranger kept his face turned from her as far as possible, Victoria caught a good view of his face. The young lady ushered the stranger into the library, where her father was seated, and at once retired, closing the door behind her. eee An hour later an old friend of Mr, Ransleer’s called, and Victoria led him to the library. Upon opening the door a terrible scene was disclosed to the eyes of the young lady and her companion. Upon the floor lay Mr. Ransleer. . He was dead. se A knife-wound in his breast told fice. dreadful tale of a eruel murder. The window was open. The stranger was’ gone. ‘fhe conclusion reached at once was that he had taken his departure through the. window. Hore ear The following day I was at the house.. - Thad been ‘engaged to investigate the case. ; The room was in the same condition as it was found when “the murdered man was discovered, » - There were no signs of a struggle. _. From this I concluded that Mr. Ransleer had been taken ‘off his guard—that he had been suddenly stabbed before he could offer any resistance, Footprints which’ I carefully measured and took an im- pression of were found in the soft soil under the window, and the depth of those prints told that a heavy maT had - leaped from the window. —s* Phe only clew to the perpetrator of the dastardly crime was ‘the description given of the stranger by Victoria. - According to that, he was a large dasa naiaaclerse : man, with 5 brigandish mustache and goatee. As nothing had been stolen from Mr. Ransleer’s person _or from the apartment in which the murder was committed, 2 eescsipa that the motive of the caticgaat must have, been AS. ina this, however, there was doubt. t- e victim of the mysterious assassin was a very popular , and hé was not known to have a bitter enemy in the { the supposed murderer of ues Se began at once. be start’ I. was baffled. FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. Not one ray of light penetrated a gloom of the dark : mystery. aay Nearly a year elapsed. Almost heart-broken, and believing that the assassin of her father, to whom Victoria was devotedly attached, would never be found, the orphan heiress accompanied a party of friends to Europe. Three months later I received a message from her, dated Paris, France: ‘4 The communication was a startling one, I will quote a portion of Victoria Ransleer’s letter. “One day a traveling artist called upon me,” she wrote, The gentleman—for such he seemed—desired to paint my portrait. ; I reteived him in the ‘artes of owr apartments, and he be-_ gan to exhibit various sketches, landscapes, and portraits, — as evidence of his skill. ¢ Finally he produced the portrait of a man. ¢ The picture was that of my father’s assassin, of whom you have been unable to find a trace. ; I questioned the artist regarding the original. 3 He told me that the picture was not his own handiwork, — but that it had been painted'in Paris by a boy whom he SS had picked np on the streets. Further, he said that the ; boy, although he was terribly ‘ignorant, and unable either” “sp to read or write, had a wonderful natural artistic taste and ability. He promised to find out from his young protege who the | 5 original of the picture was, and I gave him an order for my own portrait in order to see more of him, f The next day he called to see me, and said: “When I returned to my studio, yesterday, I called Joan, the boy artist, to me, and questioned him, He told me that be had forgotten the name of the gentle man who was the original of the picture, but that he would show me his residence. | 5 At that moment the door of the studio cenpe and on original of Jean’s portrait entered. ‘ “Here is the gentleman now,” said Jean, pointing first him and then at the portrait, The stranger seemed surprised and turned pale, bit i ‘an affable way he said: “It seems you were speaking of me?” “Ves,” I replied. . “May T ask in what connection?” with a Gyekewae! ‘arcs “Certainly. I was asking Jean about the portrait of yo self.” ; adie? “And what ences it?” who the sniained sath x The man trembled. “An American lady!” he gasped. 33 “ves, sir,” I said. Pee “And did Jean tell you my name?” he eels hp a “No; unfortunately he did not recall it.” } BG “Ah, then I'll tell you my name,” he said. ie: “Thanks,” I rejoined. é Ree “Not at all—my name is M. we ? oes “Indeed!” Sie “Yes: and I reside at No. 444 Rue de ‘Helene: ie i *Pevhand the American lady — has the aig oe quaintance,” IT suggested. , ; “That may be; 1 was trying fe recall: an A ‘>
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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. - ry > » for his ‘picture, he departed. I have written the above exactly as the artist, whom I believe to have been speaking in good faith, related it to me. I had an interview with a detective, and he started to locate ae do. not know her,” said the gentleman; and having paid | Tt was clear that Jean believed him to be the party wate called himself M. Germaine in Paris. If such were really the fact, the man was in disguise, for he was. heavily bearded. By means of our peculiar pantomimic language Jean con- M, Germaine, but he soon returned with the information that| vinced me that he was sure of his man. no such man resided at the No. 444 Rue de Helene. I surmised that the boy had heard his voice at the office Clearly, the man has taken the alarm from the injudicious| in Rome, and had identified him in that way. conversation of the artist, and, of course, M. Germaine is a fictitious name. I called an officer, and at my request the stranger was at once arrested, and he, with Jean and myself, were taken to _I desire you tO come to Paris and hunt down my father’s| the office of the police magistracy. assassin, if you have to follow him around the world and spend every dollar of my fortune to bring him to justice, Thus Victoria Ransleer’s letter concluded. I obeyed her. The first transatlantic steamer took me to Hurope, and I arrived in Paris in safety. *M. Germaine™ now claimed that his name was Paoli, and as he was an Italian, he had the advantage of me, for the rascal’s feliow-countrymen seemed inclined to side with him. I assured the magistrate that the fellow was in disguise, but this Paoli stoutly denied. Then Jean came to my aid. With his ready pencil he quickly drew the portrait of the © My quest there was begun without a moment's unnecessary assassin as he had looked in Paris and America. delay. “That is the picture of the murderer I seek,” I said, as I / I found that Jean, the boy artist, had mysteriously dis- {| presented the portrait to the official. _ appeared. Was assured that he had been stricken deaf and dumb, but that probably in time, with proper treatment, he would recover. El ‘The calamity had befallen the oy as the result of an attempt to blow him up with an infernal machine which had been placed in his hands by an unknown person. : The boy was well as far as physical strength went, and I took him out of the hospital. the identification of the Inysterious assassin. ‘stricken deaf and speechless, it was very difficult for me ention, and we finally came to comprehend each other pretty well by' the aid of a strange system of signs. he artist in whose studio Jean had painted made a paint- ing from memory of the supposed assassin of Gerald Ransleer, nd - we made Jean understand that I wanted to find the robably he has fled to Italy,” I thought, and accordingly set. out for Rome,” Ye were in the city for a week, but made no discovery. vas ae discouraged, when one ‘day iat who hea itement, te sett by means of our strange sigue, that ing had pecrees of unusual PAT Anes: oy} age of one dollar. +80 much in need, and as he was both none and industrious, Then suddenly I made a leap at the suspected man, and tore Something like a week later I found him in a hospital, and| frdm his head and face a wig and beard. | He was revealed. All saw that he was the original of the eel ai the deaf and dumb boy artist had made. “Place him in the prison.” Thus ordered the magistrate. It was done. $ ; As soon as possible Miss Victoria Ransleer came to the city, and fully identified the assassin as the man who was last lt was my purpose to have him travel with me, to aid in| seen with her father. Extradition papers were issued, and we took our man ae -As he had not been able to read or write when he was! Wngland. The day before we were to embark for Ameri ica, the assassin communicate with him; but necessity is the mother of| made a full confession. He said that years before a fortune which had been in- trusted to Gerald Ransleer for investment had been dost by Ransleer, who would never make restitution, and that he had ee killed him for revenge. Whether this story was true or false, we never really knew, ‘ for on the return voyage to America our prisoner was taken he j with an apoplectic fit an. died almost immediately. Some months Jater Jean, all his senses. We always supposed that the infernal machine of whi ig he had been made the victim was given to him by mistake, aitoteh the Dossi bility, remained that the assassin had taken ; day assis’, im his identification. a this was the assassin’s plan, it failed most dem, for sels. in America obtained | the bdvieesicis oe which he was If any one thinks that the organ grinder is a subject of. he should listen to this. A’ Chicago grinder, says that the ong “has set thle figure for a square block of grinding at an a The. same authority says: that. every ¢ d ce in fro who accompanied me home to America, was completely restored to the full possession of
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et : 2 Sys ot -pieeN} fige is PRPS ERE eto eg eS A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. 2 (Continued frony page 16.) “Do so. I leave the deal in your hands,” said the steniog v “1 know it.’ Yet what's the use of talking? ‘We can’t | rapher. do more than go our limit.” In the course of the day, Bob bought the shares for her > It isn’t often that such a good thing comes our way. { |and reported the fact. wonder why the syndicate picked out D. & J?” Before he went home, Bob, Mr. Newberry, the book- Oil couldn’t tell you. May be ope reason. was because it keeper and the superintendent of the building received ar is selling low.” notice from the District Attorney’s office that they would ““Tt won't rule low long now that it is being bought in| ave to appear at the trial of Norton Crosby, which was “as fast as the combine’s brokers can get hold of it.” set for the early part of the following week. “Which is a good reason why we have no time to lose in| Am effort had been made to find the man who had kid- ie buying what we caniafford: of it.” ; napped Bob, but without success. The detectives also had orders to arrest Crosby, too, for): the District Attorney believed he was behind the job. 7 No trace was found of him, so nothing further sould be. done in the matter till the crook was handed over by his — bondsman to stand trial on the indictment the Grand Jury found against him for the Wall Street affair. ss On the following afternoon a well-dressed man, with a ‘ heavy beard, came into the office and asked to see Mr. New- At that moment the door of the inner room opened and 2 Me, Newberry asked who was next. ‘Phe two speakers advanced and said they were. The money-lender invited them inside, and then Bob _ began to think about what he had overheard. _ “I must get in on D. & J. myself,” he said. “Ill make the deal when I go out again. [ll pass the pointer on to Miss Casey and give her’ a chance to get in on it, too, berry. if she cares to do 30.” e hs Bob took hi nd h dmifted to th te - He got up and went over to the stenographer’ s desk. ee en name se ghe eciey aes ae e x “Pye just got on to a tip which seems to be a good one,” | Presently the money-lender rang for Bob. re he told her, ‘and then he let the young lady in on what he “This gentleman ie you to Sy after a package of se- had overheard. eurities for him. He will give you a note to his wife, ane you are to bring the package here.” “But you've no guarantee that it’s safe,” she said. — “Well, I’m going to take a chance on it with my little |~ “Yes, sir,” Cent Bak capital. I thought I'd tell you: If you want to take a| “f{e will write the note at your desk? » whack at it let me know.” y The visitor went outside with Bob and the hoy pointe ae __ “J haven’t any money with me. If I think well of it rll out his desk. “bring some money down with me in the morning,” she re-|" ‘The man wrote a short note, inclosed it in an envelop plied, “Are you going to buy right away ?” which he did not seal, and handed it to Bob, after ad- “Yes. The price is low at present, but nobody can tell dressing it. what it willbe to-morrow.” _ “Get back as soon as you can,” he said, “for I cant et “a eouldu’t go in to- -day if T knew I would make a for- |the money I want till Mr. Newberry examines and ap- ine.” ‘proves of the securities you are to bring.” “All ‘right. Think it over. Ti make the deal for you'| “It will take me more than an hour,” said Bob, after “to-morrow if you wish me to.” looking at the address, which was some distance ‘out hen Bob returned to his desk. ‘ Brooklyn. . fifteon or twenty minutes he was sent out, and be-| “You can go most of the. way in the elevated. “My onse 1 is only three “blocks, from the station. Here’s a dollar for yourself. ae Bob took the tip and hurried away on his: eae - He connected with a Broadway car, which quickly him up to City Hall park, and crossing that breathing now deserted by loungers on account of the wintry we he presently caught a train in the Brooklyn Brit {minal and was carried across the Hast River. ae Boarding an elevated train, he was soon on hi way ware his destination. — He left the train at the last station but one and I the rest of his way on foot. aM: The address took him to the last house i in a row. built. dwellings, none of Which seemed to we ocet } | ei That ¢ afternoon as Ke was going ‘tt the tenement’ tlie he lived he saw Patsy MeTurk talking to a tough-looking ci e near the entrance. - He would have thought nothing of it, for Patsy was al- way ee Ww ith ane char ta as hie: eaves ran owas atiieted: that he was ie person referred to, and PyGrieed if McTurk was putting up a job on him. =~ ore pe ed to be on his guard against anything of that ks ae pled when mother is ready to move away from “he thought as he walked upstairs, “though I shall }cept the one he was bound for. ry to. Jeave Beryl. I should like to persuade her and} Running up the steps ‘to the front door other to move from the neighborhood, too. I must b ell. + lk the matter over with her.” The door was opened by a man hon Bob, in | Next morning, Miss Casey handed Bob $1, 000 ane, told | prise, recognized as the hard-lopking fellow he h ee ee shares . hy ye on margin. talking to Patsy McTurk. — Quick as a flash it struck Bob that there was wrong. eyed Mrs, ee live here? “oe he asked. 6 ‘ he
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edad hon erated ik rele dics Gene Hera w, = ae + a ~~ ©Haven’t time. that note and fetch me the package it calls for.” “Come in and stand in the hall, then.” “T can stand out here just as well as not, In ae Td prefer to.” The man didn’t look pleased at his refusal to walk 4 in, and stood, hesitating, im the doorway. “Who are you talking to, Jim?” as where out of sight. “A boy who’s'brought a note from. Chester.” “Why don’t you ask him in?” “J have, but he won’t come in.” “Why won't he?” “You'd better walk in,” said the hard-looking man again. Bob again declined to do so. His suspicions were stronger than ever that all was not tight, The man partially shut the door and said something to the man beyond. Tn a few minutes a tall, sandy-complexioned man, with reddish side-whiskers, and hair of the same tinge, appeared and looked at Bob. “You brought a note for Mrs. Chester?” i cer did. 23 “Where is it?” ! wae -'“T handed it to that man.” i : “Take it upstairs to the madam,” he said to the other, j then turning to Bob he said: “Do you expect an answer? 2” 2 peg k expect to take a package back.” “Why won’t#you come inside and wait there ?”” ~“T'd rather stand out here.” “Where did you come from?” “Mr. Newberry’s office in Wall Street. _ ‘“Ts Mr. Chester there?” _ “Ve will be there about the time I get back. The man-looked up and down the strect, ne noted the ~ fact that there was hardly anybody around. “Yo you smoke?” he said, taking a cigar from his vies if pocket and extending it to Bob. ' “No, sir, I—here, ‘what are you about 2”? action of the man, who, dropping the cigar, the offer of which was evidently. only a ruse to approach closer to the ve got to come inside, young fellow,” said the man. n't | go inside!” replied Bob, resisting him, es, you will!” laughed the sandy- Aeatured chap, ; thé errand boy toward the door, Bob put up a stout struggle, for he was sure this was some kind of a trap, but the man was strong enough to mas- r him, easily. “The boy made a blow at his face, whereupon that arm was also. pinioned and he was dragged bodily into the ise, the door being slammed behind him, : ah saw that the ‘house was an empty, unfurnished one, I ed others in the row he had passed, and realized _ CHAPTER XI. ma BAD wrx. fe Oe 2 A, STREET ERRAND BOY, I'm in a great hurry. Better hand her ‘| Orosby himself. y ‘The exclamation was drawn from Bob by the sudden’ p grabbed him by the arm and pulled him toward the | the house. while Croshy took a line from a nail and bound a strug- erook. around Bob’s mouth. “Probably you wouldn’t be heard by anybody on the out side, anyway, as few people travel in this tte, present.” ane ee grinned Tinker. world,” replied the crook, grimly. there some time ago if you hadn't escaped from the — | street crib, LS suspect that Sue, the junk shop girl, he oh “Tt means that when I ask a person to do a thing f intend he shall do it,” replied the sandy-featured man. “You must think you’re a person of some consequence, — you big coward !” The fellow grinned. J “You're easy, young fellow, though you can cae up a ; ‘}good front sometimes? ked a voice some “Ts this another trap of Norton Crosby’s?” asked Bob. — “Vos,” said another voice behind him, “it is, and one you won’t get out of like you did the last time, when some traitor helped you o: ; Bob turned around and found himself face to face bi “So it’s you, Mr. Crosby!” he said. “What do you ex- pect to gain by nabbing me again? It will only go harder with you at your trial, next week.” “TDon’t you worry about my trial. self, You are likely to need sympathy before I get through with you.” He spoke in a cold, menacing ves that did not make Bob feel any better. “Vd like to know what your object i is in this?” said the errand boy. “You'll find out in good time. Fetch him, along, Tinker,” said Crosby Bob made an effort to avoid the sandy-featured man’s” clutch, but failed. Then he. struck out at him, but the blow fell short, and ~ before he could do anything more Tinker had him clutched Dy in a grip of steel. Bob wa dragged along the bare hallway th a room’ in the rear, then through a “butler’s pantry into the kitchen, ‘which was provided with a big, up-to-date stove, with hot-water boiler beside it.and a sink opposite. Crogby preceded them, opening another door which led to a small, square entry where the cellar stairs were. Bob was pulled unceremoniously into the cellar. 7 It was divided into compartments made of bags. ee a board partitions. . The first was provided with a pair of stone natiinibel From this a door admitted them into the place where the — steam boile rwas sect wp all ready for operation. . Beyond that was an enclosure for coal. There was no door to it. On one side of it rose one of the iron pillar supports of Tinker pushed Bob up saeiies it and held him there, gling boy, hand and feot, to the upright. “] think yowll stay ‘there till I want yon? said ‘the He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and ican it “Thatll stop you from owine for help,” he added “Hadn't we better light the furnace to keep him warm? “He'll be warm éuough when he gets “info the “You would hay Tf I can satisfy oh oe ithe fact sh His tats Sah at has noth it yo Worry about your: :
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eee _ The person who does, generally regrets it. I4lancy you will, at any rate.” | Bob felt that the prospect before him was not a cheer- - ful one. “Come along, Tinker, we’ll leave him here till later on,” said Crosby, walking away. | Bob heard their footsteps on the short flight of steps, _ then on the kitchen floor, and finally on the bare boards of the hallway above his head. Then he heard. the hall door bang and he guessed they had gone. off. The téugh-looking man who had answered his ring was, doubtless, somewhere about on watch, possibly upstairs. _ “This is tough !” muttered the Wall Street errand boy, in a far from cheerful mood. “Twice that scoundrel has _ trapped me, and both times without any great trouble. 1 _ feel like kicking myself for falling into his hands this time. That sandy chap was too much for me, once he got his -. hands on. I was like a baby in his grasp. Now what am I going to do? This time Pm bound, hard and fast, with- _ out a chance and with no friend to come to my aid.” _ Bob made several desperate attempts to get his hands free, but he failed to make any impression of his bonds. At the end of an hour he felt kind of discouraged, though he was not a boy to lose heart easily. _ Another hour passed and it began to grow dark outside, not that it wag so late, but the sky had been dull all day, and on his way out he noticed that there were indications of snow storm in the air. The snow was now beginning to fall and less light than ever came into the cellar. - The air seemed to grow colder, too, and Bob was already chilled to the bone. At length he heard a noise which seemed to come from one of the cellar windows at the back. He listened, wondering what caused it. ‘Suddenly he heard a light crash of breaking glass, then some muttered sounds, Presently he heard a sliding and shuffling noise, and then the sound as if some light heady had dropped in on the conerete cellar floor. ~ Then he heard a voice—a boy’s voice—in the outer com- partment. “Keep a good lookout, Mose. et six months on. the island.” Bob’s heart gave a jump. Tf we’re snatched. we'll Only for the gag he would have called out to the boy to| ease him. It was just as well he’was not in a position to do so, for the lad, whose object was to steal the lead pipe under ie washtabs and at other Places, would have taken to his an investigation of its cause. ‘ few hanirtes he heard a sawing noise. 1is went on for awhile, when a heavy blow was struck. ter a short silence the sawing was ‘repeated and then heard a couple of thuds, ' as. it weighty substances ‘ide Actos the Dee oe Gas in opened. The boy stepped in and looked. at the dean: ‘heater. a he had any ee aa it he ae ao es them into i im- executio: é slg eee: 4 A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. ‘action to the word. heard the boy walking around. fei outer compart | He came to the open door of the coal bin where Bob was tied and looked in. He couldn’t help seeing the errand boy and the predica- ment he was in. He uttered an exclamation and appeared. undecided whether to run or not. ; Bob shuffled his feet and uttered. some inarticulate sounds. ‘The youth saw that-Bob was a boy, and his alarm abated somewhat, “Who's been and tied you ap this way?” he asked, com- ing forward slowly. ‘Bob made more sounds, “Can’t talk, eh?” said the lad. He stepped up and pulled the gag off Bob’s mouth. “Thanks!” said the Wall Street errand boy. “Now, cut me free, ‘will you, and I’ll give you a dollar.” “Vil do it! Who done this to you, the watchman ?” “No, a couple of crooks. Hurry, they might come back nd nab us both. Got a knife?” “Yep!” said the lad, getting it out and slicing away the cord, In a few moments Bob was free. “Yowre a brick, young fellow!” he said. dollar.” » “Why did they tie you up? Were you sent here to look after these buildings ?” “ke “No, I have nothing to do with them, I was enticed into the building by the rascals.” aa “What for? ‘They didn’t rob you or you wouldn’t have i had that dollar in your clothes.” ‘2 “T can’t tell you why I’m here, for it’s a long story, naa it it won’t do for us to stay here. where upstairs now, waiting for the others to return.” “That so? Guess it’s time for me to sneak.” “Til go with you. How did you get in?” : “Through one of the winders. You ean get out that way. There’s a box you can stand on.’ ars Bob lost no time in leaving the ates and when “Here’s the he got in where the tubs were he saw the window the boys 4 had broken to get at the catch inside. oe “Shall I help : you out?” he said to the youth, mee “Wait till I throw these pieces of lead out,” suiting the “Now you can give me a lift” —« Bob did so, and the boy, in turn, gave him a hand Hom the outside. He scrambled through the good-sized window and sind free once more in the snow-laden air. He thanked the boy again for his kind services, ae started off at a rapid pace tor the elevated station, feeling — quite happy at having escaped with his life es the. clutches of Norton Crosby. CHAPTHR XIII. BOB MAKES A GOOD HAUL, Geom Bridge, so he adh no thought of return office that day, He went straight home and found. Betyl Baker | in the ! pn eNy age to his mother. One of the men is some-
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A WALL STREET We Ms a a Se i xf = - er. et. WL ph - , Ay f at Ge 3 Cris : ma ) ERRAND BOY. 5 ae : They converse on various. subjects, including ne Roe es and a short time afterward the money-lender weather, and finally Beryl said she had to go. After her departure, Bob had his supper and devoted the next hour to a perusal of the evening newspaper. He had no desire to go out that night, for it was snow- ing gee and none of his friends were likely to be around, He found from the market report that there had been a great deal of businesd done in D. & J. that day, and that it had gone up to 94. : “That puts me $500 ahead,” he said. out all right on this deal.” He went to bed early and was up at his usual hour. He was reading a Wall Street daily at the office when the bookkeeper came in. “How is it you didn’t get back yesterday afternoon, Bob? The boss waited until after four for you.” “id the man who sent me for the securities return and _ kick up a shindy because I did not show up with them?” “No, he did not.” “T thought not,” replied the boy, drily. “Why do you think so?” “Because that errand was a fake.” “A fake! What do you mean?” _ ©The address the man sent me to was a vacant house— one of a row of new and unoccupied ones.” CS dickens you say! Neue you went to the wrong place “T guess I’ll come ~ ee “I’m not in the habit of going to wrong places, Mr, Cox. Besides, if I had done go I could have corrected the mis- take, because the address was written on the envelope. Oh, no, I went to the right house all right.” _ “And you found nobody there?” - “T found three men there waiting for me.” Waiting for you?” “That's what T said. One of them was Norton Crosby.” “Oh, come now, you're joking, aren’t you?” (Sigs «No, sir, I’m not Ie: tell you.” “Do you mean to say that crook was at the house you were sent to to get the securities ?” on me. A trap to catch me.” “My gracious! Well, what happened ” ‘They caught me all ‘Tight. ” ‘You don’t look as if you had suffered arab from it.” didn’t, but that wasn’t their fault. They tied me cellar where it was cold enough to keep meat in and Crosby gave me to understand that he in- d to fix me for keeps. es “Well?” said the bookkeeper, greatly interested, _ “They left the house for some reason, intending to re- urn later on. While they were away I made my escape.” ow’re a pretty clever hoy. That’s the second time at you’ve got out of a bad hole. How did you manage this time ?? ) told him about the doing of the boy after the lead ye, and how that youth released. him, — osby will have a lot to answer for when he gets into said Cox. | if hell appear. He knows what he may expect ; "IL jump his bail.” : Mr, Newberry your. story when he | comes in and aga it no joke, I can: T said so, didn’t ? The whole thing was a put-up job. be obliged to hustle for work like she has hitherto.” Se ate with the. pone about this new putes robable they'll b ‘ | « oa Bob followed him into his room and told him his story in full. My. Newberry was greatly surprised. “That rascal seems determined to revenge himself upoi you,” he said. “TI shall notify the police about this second — attempt of his.” He dismissed Bob and called up the police. The officer at headquarters said he would report the ma ter to the chief as soon as he came down. Later on a detective called and interviewed Bob. ‘ “It’s a wonder you people can’t get that crook,” said ts oy. i . “We'll get him!” replied the sleuth. “T hope you will. If you don’t, T’m liable to suffer er, ig making a dead set for me.” The rest of the week passed, but Crosby was not ar-. rested, although several detectives were looking for him. — Bob’ was disgusted, and privately called the tay: 3 lot of hams. At the beginning of the next week D. & J. jaune up to 96. It now began to attract attention in the board-room, and | brokers began to buy and sell it on their own accounts, =~ Under the stimulus of active trading it went: up to 98 that day. That put Bob $1,500 ahead of the game up to that point. — He reported the price it had closed at to Miss Casey when he-came-from the bank after making the regular daily deposit. " “That’s splendid, isn’t it?” she said. “Yes, you are $600 ahead.” : sa Kal make money if it doesn’t go down before you can sell out.” 3 “T don’t think it will drop anything to speak of for the present. It is more likely to keep on going up.” “T trust we'll both come out all right. If I win you nae accept $100 from me. You refused to take anything from me last time.” “TH accept it, for thig time ite tip has come xironglet me.’ Next day D. & J. went to par by cleven o'clock, and at two was up to 104. It closed at 105, and on the following day it reached 110. Bob thought that was as high as he’d better risk it, so he sold out both his own and Miss Casey’s shares at the first chance he got in the morning. By that time the stock was going at 112 and a fraction Bob figured that his profit would amount to $5,000 while Miss Casey would make $2,000. { “That makes me worth $7,500, » thought the young rand boy. “Mother will be too delighted for anytht I guess we can afford to move uptown “now, and she wo He reached home at his usual hour that day. “Mother, I told you I went into cf poe deal—remems ber?” he said. bs “T do, now that you mention it,” she. soli red - *T closed it out to-day at a profit. How much do y suppose T’ve made this time?” \ ek “T have no as as “Give a guess.’ a
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$$ ~ get $100 more from our stenographer for PUREE hor’ in on a good thing.” _ “My goodness! Money seems to be rolling in on you.” “You don’t object, do you?” laughed Bob. “Tt seems too good to be true. [ can’t understand how a boy like you can tmake'so much money in the stock market.” “1 guess ’m having a run of luck, Such a thing hap- pens to some people at times. ’'m going to give you $500 of it, but I want you to promise to move uptown without any unnecessary delay.. Have you spoken to Beryl on the subject ?” “Yes, but she says she and her mother can hardly af- aoe hore to. move uptown to such a locality as we expect to go to.” ( She hegan to hate herself. She Poe +o ¥ oy
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A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. > So you've been thinkin’ of me?” she said, slowly and |my offer down. J tell you that you ate mistaken. I want doubtfully. “T have,” replied Bob, so earnestly and with such a pe- ~ euliar look that she began to believe him. “And Vve been wishing I could do something for you.” “What could you do for me?” she asked, almost de- fiantly. “TJ could do a lot if you’d let me. I’m pretty well fixed . for a boy, though I do live in a cheap tenement at present. ut my mother and I are going to move uptown on the first of the’month to a small flat. Now, look here, Sue, have you any real ties that. hold you down to living in the slums?” “Why do you ask that?” “Because I want to take you out of the slums. I want to make something of you. You're smarter than chain ie. I can see that. Under different conditions you’d - become an altogether different girl.” “Would 1?” she said, with a laugh. “Yes, you would,” he said, earnestly. “I have taken a meron interest in you, Sue. If you turn my proposal down you will pain me a good deal.” “What proposal ?” - “T want you,to shake this shop where you are hanging out, and the old woman who is no fit companion for you. I want you to come uptown and live with us.” “Live with*you?” she cried, opening her eyes. _ “You shall have decent clothes and everything that will make you feel a new responsibility in life. I will look fter you just as if you were my sister, and. in return ‘you ean help my mother take care of the house. She’s a dress- maker and she must haye some one to assist her. She'll , each you the business, and then you will have a chance to et along in the world as you ought.” ~ Bob’s proposal almost took the girl’s breath away. Se Bob Gaynor, you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” 5 said, with a hard inflection in her voice. “Yes, I do,” he said. You don’t. I am not in your class. resence would disgrace you.” Tf you will accept my offer you will be in my class, and not, in the least afraid that you will disgrace us. It opinion you are a fine girl in many respects. I am offering. you a chance, Sue. If you won't take it I shall ar Pm poor and my ’s tone and manner, more than his words, swayed the eeling’. | a few. moments she seemed to veld to his desires, she suddenly braced up and her face grew hard again. ), Bob Gaynor, don’t waste your efforts on me. You make a lady out of me. I was brought up poor. If else made the offer I might think it over. If I make good, ‘as I probably would, it wouldn’t mat- uldn’t care. But you-—no. I’ ‘d rather die than make the offer. I shall remember it—always, é) ayer her eyes. Then angry at the feeling, Ai ( Aeeace me. We must ‘ever meet on the ar n l greatly es eat pane so than. perhaps you ik , and I know I pet help doin’ it. You | time her lips quivered, and a suspicion of {her heart beat as it never had beaten big oe é this manly ae as it Maes down the block. ~ ce away to re-enter the shop, when Bob emai 3 you to come with us. I insist that you do.” “You're not my master,” she retorted. “Do you see that scar on my hand?” “Yes. What about it?” : “That is the one evidence remaining of the blow I delivered on your behalf in the crib. You know why Nor- ton Crosby wanted to conquer you. He was bound to marry’. you. He had you dead that night. He would have con-~ quered or killed you. I-have learned the kind of man he is. There isn’t a grain of mercy in his composition. Al- though you owe me nothing for that blow which turned his attention irom you at the critical moment—for you. more than squared the debt by saving my life—still I daim something of you. I ask you to give me the opportunity to make a fine woman of you.” ‘ “Don’t, don’t press me—I can’t accept—I can’t—I. can’t,” she replied, in a broken voice. \ “I was brought sues Fs among common people, you know.” “T say you can and must. Look here, do you know I was ip, Crosby’s power the other day?” “No!” she exclaimed, with startled surprise. “T was. He trapped. me in a house over in Brooklyn, — and intended to kill me, but I escaped by accident. He said that he suspected you helped me out of the crib, and ~ if he got proof of the fact he’d fix you. He’s a deshonatl » rascal and is willing to take desperate chances to get re- — venge. He’s being hunted for now by the detectives, be- cause he jumped his bail for the crime of which he was \ about to be tried. I am sure he is still in the city, eee ee under cover. Before he will be willing to go elsewhere I _ believe he'll try and get square with both of us. He’ll find it a hard job to reach me after this, but with you it will be different. He can lay his hands on you when he chooses, for you’re in his path. Now, mark me, Sue, I shall make ~ it my business to keep track of you. If he gets you, refuse to marry him and T’ll track him down at the risk of my life, So if you refuse to come with my mother and I, you will probably endanger my life. That’s all. Now ue can go.” The girl stood, hesitating. “Bob Gaynor, you are a fool!” she cried, vehemently. “All right. Let it go at that.” si “You must not bother about nie.” Ps Bob laughed a little hard himself. yee “You don’t know me, Sue. When I make up my min to do a thing I do it. You can’t alter my determinatio if you talk to me for a week.” Nek He pulled one of his employer’s business cards out of ae his pocket and wrote something on the back of it. “There is my address for the next two weeks,” ov! sai ask for me. I will introduce ¥ou to my mother, Slie is the best mother in the world, and for my sake she’ll throw her protetting and kindly arms around you and give a home as if you were her own daughter. Do you ciate this chance? You'd better. the less chance Crosby will have to get ab ne Goo slums stood with her hand pressed upon. hee! bosom,
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A WALL STREET ERRAND, BOY. ae cha Sa The RSS other refuse, had approached the a shop while Bob was talking to the gir] and he overheard the last part of the “COny tention: ~ A chuckle issued from his lips and he watched Sue fur- tively till she went back into the shop. - Then he entered, in a shuffling way, and throwing down his bag began bargaining, with her for the sale of its miscellaneous contents. She pulled the stuff over with a hooked stick and made him an offer, ~ He accepted it in a grumbling way and departed with a few pieces of silver. He went straight to the building where Bob had been confined the ee he was kidnapped i in the cab. Entering, after casting a wary glance around, he asked for Swiggins, the proprietor. | “He’s in the back room,’ _lessly. The ragpicker didn’t ask where the back room was. He aes to know its location already. At any rate, he found his way there and was soon in CONg _ sultation with the boss of the roost. Next day, N. & R. stock, in which Bob was interested, took a sudden jump up. A big broker began bidding for it, and very little of it came out. He soon had the board-room seething with excitement. _ Brokers began buying, but the only men who sold were Siac who took a chance on a short sale. ~The price kept mounting up, and by one o’clock the price had reached par. : At two o'clock it was up to 106, and at half-past two at ¥ 108 and a fraction. at Bob was on Nassau street at the ane and he dropped ; in at the little bank to see how things were coming on. _ When he saw the last quotation on the blackboard he couldn’t reach the margin clerk’s window any too soon. ~ “Sell me out,” he said in some excitement. What stock? 2 . eN, & R. 22 “Wow anany shares?” “Seven hundred.” “Sign that paper. fs Bob signed it. “The stock will be soldin a few minutes,” » said the clerk. ‘Bob hurried back to the office, feeling that, he had made ten-strike this time. He sat down at his desk and figured up that i would ae $14,000. “That makes me worth $21, 000. Gee! I’m rich! 1” he. ? replied the fackeepe care- “He couldn't keep his good luck to himself, so he rushed | r to the stenographer’ s desk and told her about it. _ She congratulated him, and said she was Bory she had not been in on it herself, en he got home he paralyzed his mother W ith the ex- | nt of his good fortune. “Virst thing you know we'll have an automobile to ride out in,” he ‘said, g gleefully. His supper never “tasted better than it did that night. ” oe le had searcely more. than finished it when seers came a knock at the door. ened it and saw a rough- looking boy. t to see. Bob Gaynor,” he said. hae ues me ied the errand be Pia Understand ! te near. “Dat’s de gal.” “What -about her?” S She told me shewants to. see yer on important | busi- ness.’ “Did she send you here?” asked Bob, suspicious of an- other trap. “Yep. She gave me be card so I wuldn’ ¢t make no mis- take.” Bob saw that the card was the one he had given the ba 1t must have come from her. r “Why didn’t she come herself?” he asked. “How do I know? She says dat she t’inks she'll take up, dat offer of yours, but she wants to see yer fust.” “Where 1 is she? At the junk store?” oe y ep.” “All right. Go back and tell her I'll come right aware ” The boy went away and Bob was putting on his overcoat when another rap came to the door. It proved to be one of the detectives who was hunting | fore’ Crosby. He wanted to learn something from Bob. They went out together. Bob told him where he was bound. — “I wouldn’t go there,” said the detective. characters drop in at that place at night.” ES “T don’t intend to go in. I want to meet a girl named = Sue who did me a great favor a little while ago.” e: . “I know her. She’s a strange girl. As queer as they ie come—almost, but as straight as a plumb. Why are you e anxious to meet her?” asked the sleuth, curiously. a cts. a private matter,” replied Bob. “Well, you’re taking chances going to that shop at ak hour, If yowll make your interview short I'll hang around — and keep an eye on you to see that you do not get into 2 trouble.” “Thanks! Ill be glad to have you do so, for whil ‘Crosby is at large I can never be certain that he may not ‘ ‘set some trap for me.” “How do you know but this is a trap?” “T have reasons for believing it isn’t.” “T hope you’ *re right. Wait a moment, I wake to tele- ‘phone my pal. They entered a corner drug store and the sleuth 00 municated with his side~partner. Privately, he suspected that Bob was being decoyed to the junk shop, and he determined to be on the Aue: He told his companion to meet him on Water sti right away. : Two blocks further on, as they were approaching au shop, the detective rapped on the ee with club The sound re-echoed through the night’ air. “Go ahead now and keep your engagement,” he | ‘Bob. “Ull be after you soon. If I do not see you sti outside with the girl I'll understand something is and then I shall act, so don’ go inside of us own. u “gding tough — Bob said he did, and started ahead. : He saw a girl standing i in front. of the hi as shi He supposed it was fad but when he et i was mistaken, j
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~ “Ym not going in. If she wants to see me she must come outside.” , “She can’t. She’s hurt herself and can’t stand. She’s, ‘lying on her bed. She told: me to bring you in, as she wants to see you pertic’larly.” *Who’s in there ?” “Nobody but the old woman.” In spite of the detective’s orders, Bob allowed himself to be persuaded, and he walked into the dark ‘shop. “This way,” said the girl, leading the way to the back. ~ As they walked forward the boy who had brought Bob the card sneaked from behind a pile of rags and softly shut and locked the street door. The girl piloted the way into a large back room. Jt was quite as dark as the shop. “Were he is!” she said, in a loud tone. Instantly a lamp flashed up and Bob found Norton Crosby facing him. “Trapped again |”? said the crook, with a wicked laugh. Bob started back in some consternation. “This is the third and last time, young fellow,” said Crosby. “Bring out Sue,” he said, turning to a man whom Bob now saw was Tinker. ‘The girl, with her arms bound, was led out into the room, -. “Take your last lock at each other,” said Crosby. chap has but five minutes to live unless you eave m, girl, aie buy him off by promising to wed me,’ _ Sue looked yearningly at Bob. ~~ “You don’t mean to kill him!” she eried. nastn’ you mustn’t.” -“Mustn’t, eh?” laughed the rascal, wickedly. “Oh, you 30 come West with me to-night and I will let him off.” - “No, no, I cannot marry you!” she cried, hysterically, “Then he dies, and I'll fix you, too!” eritted the crook. “Look here!” He walked to the wall and pressed a pat ra opened i in the floor, “Do you hear tle rush of water? Do you ati the yor? ‘This is an opening to a branch of one of the sewers, + runs into the Hast River. Hverything that falls into it earried out into the river. Ifa man finds himself down ind the smell will soon do him up. By the time he teaches iver he will be good for nothing but to lay out on a 3) at the morgue. Grab him, Tinker, and hold him "ove thettrap.” . y Bob jumped behind the table on which the lamp stood. “Stand back! I'll sell my life dearly!” he cried. “A » hol” laughed Crosby. “You ain’t got a chance picked up an iron rod he saw near by. op that or Tl blow your brains out!” cried the pulling out his gun and covering the hoy. “Now, ‘it’s your last chance. wail! me, or down a the is chap goes !” e girl struggled with ier feelings, and to save Bob's e seemed about to yield. — j ou set. him loose?” she said, / ss 2 are always if print. If 1 ‘u wade: A WALL STREET ERRAND BOY. a “<P his |, “You'll | You hold his life in your hands, Agree to wed and} here he ought to know how to swim a bit, but the gases’ “Stop!” eried Bob. “You shan’t agree to sacrifice ‘your life for me. Norton Crosby, I defy you!” Ks _ As he spoke he pushed over the table. Ae " Grash went the lamp on the floor, and with a ee B: as flame it went out. Crack! went Crosby’s revolver. tag Bob had jumped out of range, and the flash of the re- volver lit up the room for a moment, showing the crook’s’ position to the errand boy. te - He stood near the open trap. As darkness fell again, Bob sprang forward and ge. me Crosby a shove. ties The rascal, taken off his guar staggered back and then, ey with a cry, fell into the trap, his revolver dropping on the — ~ floor. a Tinker struck a light at that moment, and the splash of a Crosby’s body striking the water reached the room, to- gether with his second ery. Bob snatched up his revolver and coyered Tinker. “Throw up your hands or I'll send you to mee your pal!” cried the boy, sharply. - At that moment the front door crashed in and two de- S tectives and a policeman dashed iato the place. Metesn The lighted candle held by Tinker revealed the situation: s to them, ae se . While the officers were taking charge of the big crook — and the boy and the girl who ‘had acted as decoys, Bob re- leased Sue’s arms from the cord that pinioned them. Bob made an explanation and told how Crosby had a his fate. “Served him right,” said the detective, who had called at Bob’s house. The prisoners were marched- to the station-house Bob escorted Sue to his home, where she was kindly ré ceived by Mrs. Gaynor, who knew some of her history. | - She remained at the tenement with Bob and his mother | and moved with them uptown on the first of May, She gradually became quite contented with her lot and » proved an apt pupil at the dressmaking business, which » Mrs. Gaynor continued on a higher scale than before. ~ There was no service she was not willing to do for Bob, — who was the hero of her dreams, and in return the boy took her in hand and devoted his evenings to her Eres improvement. One year, later Sue was an ornament to her sex and very saa happy in her new home, if She declared she owed it all to Bob, and that her grati tude was boundless. Ten years has elapsed since then and now Sue ig Mrs Bob, who. is building up a paying brokerage business himeelf and bids fair to become very well off. 2h And so we draw the curtain on our Wall Street era of boy. PeeWee Next week’s issue will contain “NEWSBOY PART. NERS; OR, THE LITTLE MONE pau OF THE BATTERY, if SPECIATANOTIOE :—All back numbers 6 of th
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aa ee. : FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. _ THE TEN DOCTORS ‘a TWENTY YEARS IN SEARCH OF A DIAMOND By PAUL BRADDON 1 a : = t is, i, iB : (CHAPTER XII—Continued) for the throng rushed over her as she vainly sought to re- } He was tall and gaunt, and wore an immense white beard, | 22in her see aes. reaching Keane bo us waist, while his hair hung in ringlets At this critical point a man, clad in the garb of a priest, acwn his back. seized her in his arms and bore her as though she had been He was clad in a coarse frock, peculiar to his order, and |* eee. Hay pees fads ueoRt ae iy carried a thick oaken staff in his hand, while his features ae esa gn i fe Ch PEC : near scateat tas ‘were concealed by a mask of black silk. ge eee acest teas vce is aac Mahe pA Ee ee He stalked into the room without a word, looking neither |“@Y through, and a moment later stood panting by the side — to the right nor the left, and approaching the lady, seized her pe i ag Be ae sere gs ee tage RE en e”” 2 _ by the throat, and tore from her neck the bhi pies collar which i SON G20 & Cver-Depay: you. for’ Your: Tnely: a - She wore. exclaimed the lady, turning to her rescuer, Brg The man did not reply. ¥ - Waving it once triumphantly above Be ieee, he stalked Aas a that bef : hi t meen from the room and was gone. ‘S een Behe 4 orm before him his countenance as- ‘ Neither Charley nor the monk tried for’ ‘an instant to tog Ley e Bi heptess hii Ne him, Felicie! aa ; “My heaven! It is Dom!” ; he very boldness of the act seemed to have frozen them The man put out his hand and grasped her form. where they stood. : ; The woman tore herself violently *Rway and fled. It was for an instant only. iy. 7) % “After him!” cried the monk, springing forward. “After f ‘the thief! ‘That collar is of priceless value!” Atha He dashed out among the merry maskers. Charley and _ the others, including the fallen cavalier, who had now recoy-| “ _ ered his perpendicular, following: A HERALD PERSONAL WHICH INTERESTS onantie one FACE “Stop thief! Stop that old man with the long beard!” A. ' IN THE MIRROR, ve. _ There were a dozen old men ‘with long beards among the a motley” throng—no one knew to whom, the words applied. “Will the young man. who. kindly came to the ass “Stop thief!” ; rN of the flower-girl at the French ball, on Tuesday night, : “Stop thief!” : -|call at the ‘Newport,’ Fifty-second street and Broadwa “Stop thief!” } t quire for Madame Renaud,” The music continued, but the dancing suddenly ceased, and! “That ought to interest my young Bo See 82 - ‘the maskers ran hither and thither, pete and falling over each other in the press. ; ‘ They crowded, they pushed, and igy: eat, No one seemed to know what had happened. Fe From a seene of mirth the great auditorium of the Academy. om Music became a pandemonium of excitement. Fortunately no one cried fire, but it was just as bad. ; Strong men rushed for the entrance, trampling over helpless ‘omen in their flight, patie 4 CHAPTER ‘XIII. nately escaped the panic unharmed. “Guess I'll send round for him, and see what’ he ha’ g0 to say about it,” he continued musingly. To think was to act with Simon Munhall, and he imme ‘ly dispatched the office boy with a note to his young trier As the office in which Charley Evringham was emplo but a short distance from the headquarters of Rooney, land, in a few moments the boy appeared. ae “Did you see this, Charley?” asked the detective, him the paper, : Charley cast his eyes over ‘the paragraph ina cated. ‘ “By George, Simon!” ze ae “I believe. th tended for me.” - “Haven't a doubé-o
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J het eras ie - ‘have often told me that you know absolutely nothing of your | ing.” f parents or your past history. Now, you don’t know who you Charley silently determined, then and there, that any WER are at all—suddenly a beautiful young girl appears—she re-| currence which had brought him in contact with this litvle - sembles you strongly—she advertises for you to come and see} fairy could be anything but disagreeable so far as he was - her—she-——” ; concerned, but he only bowed and seated himself in silence. _ “No-—no! it can’t be she, Simon. See, she signs herself] “That man from whose cowardice you have twice saved me,” ; Madame Renaud.” i continued the young lady, “is a Mr. Burk, the son of one of my “Oh, perhaps she’s married.” Mother’s oldest. friends. On that account I was induced to _ “Not likely at her age. ney, she can’t be much older than| overlook his conduct upon the first occasion, only to have it~ Tam.” \ repeated in grosser form upon the second—but here comes — “T gee you are in love.with her already, Charley,” continned my mother, Mr. Evringham!” she exclaimed hastily. “I must eae the detective, laughing; “go in, old boy! go for the million, | not breathe another word of this; itis she who wishes to see : and when ‘you get it—see how quick you'll go back on your! you; but once more let me thank you.” : } old friend.” She held out to Charlie her dainty little hand. “About: as mudh chance for one as ‘he ae replied Char-| Scarcely knowing what he did, the boy bent over and y, laughing in turn. , pressed it to his lips. : ‘His friend’s advice seemed sound, however, and he deter-| The young lady blushed, and drew hastily back. At atts nined to follow it, and in less than an hour’s time he stood ‘same moment the door was flung open, and a lady, elegantly ~~ before the door of the “Newport” apartment house. dressed, entered the room, ; - “Madame Renaud?” he said to the servant who answered She was a little above the middle height; her carriage was fe ; is. ring. ‘ queenly and elegant; her face, once of surpassing beauty, “still “Blevator—second—back, > replied the man shortly. } zene witness to that fact. Ter eyes were coal-black, her hair, _ ‘The boy, used to metropolitan ways, took the eleyator,| 0! the same color, thick and wavy; her age was Se a Sate $ ‘reached the “second—back,” and was ushered into an ele- sai forty or forty-five. iat fia o edi ot hin apan ‘gud eam ‘ ; As she entered the room, she gazed from: Charley’s face £0: that of the young girl with evident perplexity, Approaching the boy, she held out her hand and said, in winning ses Bene “Pauline, my daughter, has already thanked you, I see, by ‘ her manner, for your timely assistance upon two ovcasions. Mr, Evringham, let me thank you ae so promptly replyine to my advertisement. “It was intended for you,. I wish to talk with you for a ke fow moments, Pauline, you may leave me with Mr. Eyring: ham, dear.” ‘ ; “But mia, Ta” _ “Leave us!” replied the elder lady, darting a glance at the: ¢ girl which seemed to indicate that her manner might not yee | ways, be as sweet as it appeared just now, ‘ gh The young girl, with a glance at Charley which aroused strange feelings in his breast, arose and left the hayes ay “Be seated, sir,” said “Madame ema | hartey seated | himself eheetiy upon. ‘the edge of. one of ‘the Sa n-covered chairs, ‘and gazed about the room, + ye had never been in an avartment as elegant before. Cigetin etd were of the finest velvet, the: hangings rich and \ arose and. surveyed himself fh it at full length. a so he suddenly, beheld another face looking at 16 mirror from over his Ces cua: was the exact ; i 1 tes gaint that the flower. gi of the Trench ball 1 him; but it seemed as though he were. powerless aw his. eyes from. that reflection. | Sabin ape ; “The name you na ek hectand was ra 2 su d it mean? fy, ai ; Jat fee “Ts tisk your true one?” had many times wondered lo reamed as to his i silence.
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30 “Then Hyringham is not your true name? rauch.” ’ ; “Tt’s all the name I ever had,” replied the boy, frankly. “Dhat may be; but how came you by it?” “I do not know. My early life is a mystery, madam.” The lady gazed upon him intently. “You have observed, as well as myself,” she said at last, ‘your resemblance to my daughter. I felt curious to learn if you could by any chance be a connection of my family. This is why I have sent for you. Tell me something of your early history.” : “T can tell you very little,” replied Charley, “for I know \bsclutely nothing concerning myself. The first person I can recollect is an old woman with whom I lived—old Bridget she was always called. She used to send me out begging for her. “This lasted four or five years; she used to beat me and half starve me, for I used to hate to beg.” ,. “Are you sure this woman was not your mother?” asked Madame Renaud, in a low voice. “Oh, positive; she told me so a thousand iGoe I often tried to learn something about my parents from her, but it was no use; she would tell me nothing, even if she knew.” “How long did you remain with this woman?”. “Until I was about seven years old; then I ran away one day and got in with a lot of boys, and sold newspapers and picked up a living in the streets.” “But did old Bridget never find you?”. “Oh, yes; but I wouldn’t go back, you see. I was old enough by that time te know better. After that I went to.the mission- schools and found out what life really was. I made up my _ mind to be something better than a newsboy and a ragamuffin —went to nhight-school, worked at all sorts of things during the day, until finally I got into my present position in a law Office.” — v The lady seemed greatly affected. “My boy,” she said, ‘I must see more of you. a sister who lost a son in‘ his infancy, who, had he lived, | would have been just your age; you may be he—who knows? - But I must and will discover! My husband, Monsieur Renaud, is the secretary of the French ambassador; he is powerful, and. will help us, Write down all that you have told me, and a: detective shall be employ ed to trace out your past at once.” “But, madam,” stammered Charley, greatly puzzled at this ; unexpected turn of affairs, “I ‘do not know—I do not like you ‘to bear at all this expense on my account.” : “That is my affair,” she replied, hastily; “and at once,” ‘Madame Renaud produced writing materials, drew up a ; small Apts, and metioned to the boy to begin work imme- i diately, © Just as he was about to do so the door was opened, and a gentleman entered the room. | He cast upon Charley glances of mingled perplexity and SUS: picion. ; “How is this, Felicie?” he exclaimed; tis boy, again?” ‘The lady started and turned pale, “Yes, doctor,” she replied, quickly, “this boy, again,” Did I not tell you-——” began the man, angrily. “Hold!” cried Madame Renaud. “You forget, doctor, that} ; house is mine.” rane Her visitor remained silent. bs A “do as I tell you, FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. | IT lost—I naa | i thought she was right. ; | of what I ‘say. ee |° “Bat tor ‘that ill-fated journey, ‘my boy might -y me,” she sa: : : I thought as CHAPTER XIV. A PAIR OF SCHEMERS—A DESPERATE RESOLVE. | = While Charley Evringham was strolling musingly down Broadway, thinking upon the singular events which had hap- pened within the last half hour, an exciting dialogue was passing between the pair whom he had just left. “Who is that boy, Felicie? What is he doing here?” de manded the man, the instant the door had closed behind our young friend. 4 “Who is he? I don’t know!” was the reply, in ‘scornful tones; “but I propose to find out-—it was for that I advertised | for him.” ; “Did you advertise for that boy?” “T did.” “Then you did a very foolish thing.” “That is my own affair—you don’t own me now, if £ aid sell myself to you twenty years ago!” m= alg he “T don’t claim to own you, nor do I seek to control you. only advise.” : “Yes, you are always acetone me—always thrusting on me ; your opinions unasked!” i “But my advice is good.” ° .. “Not always,” replied the lady, impatiently tapping ia foot on the carpet. “See here, Felicie,” resumed the man, after a few moment silence, “there should be no misunderstandings between us won’t pay. Tell me freely, whom do you believe that boy be?” “T believe him to be my son, Marius Burk!” was the fiercely — whispered reply; “and if the result proves that I bei ig and you attempt to interfere with my plans, IT you do so at your peril! I’m aroused, and no one tows th better than you.” 9 Tt would have needed but a single ginnce at.Dr. Burk’s cot tenance to have satisfied the most casual observer | the ; as ee “I haven’t the slightest disposition to interfere with yo Felicie,” he replied, in a somewhat modified: tone; “pu know as well as I can tell you, that you are talking ther kind of nonsense; your boy is dead—has been dead twenty years.” . “So you have always said, and so I have always until day before yesterday,” replied Madame Renau tell you, Dr. Burk, that such a resemblance cannot be dental, Why, he and Pauline are exactly alike in. R ture. Had my little Gaspard lived he would have this boy’s age; as babies, he and Pauline could no Hf Delage “Felicie, I tell you again your boy is dead. I as well as I. Why should I know more of ue f “His body was never found.” ; “No; but the car was burnt to aweet The lady ‘shuddered. weeping. Meck
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These Books Tell You Everything! — 4 QOMPLETE SET 18 A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! Fach book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover Most of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that any child can thoroughly understand them: Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjects mentioned. Z ; THESH BOOKS ARB FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICH ON RHCHIPT OF PRICE, THN CENTS EACH, OR ANY THRHBE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGH STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y, ; MESMERISM. No. 81, HOW TO MESMDRIZE.—Containing the most ap- Lahn methods of mesmerism; also how to cure all kinds of liseases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. 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.. THE STAGE. : / No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK BND MBEN’S JOKE “ah BOOK.—Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by. the - most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without _ this wonderful little book. ‘No. 42, THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPBAKER.— Containing a varied assortment of stump speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end men’s jokes. Just the thing for home amuse- ment and amateur shows. No, 45. THE BOYS,OF NEW YORK MINSTRDL GUIDE AND JOKE BOOK.—Something new and very instructive. Hvery boy should obtain this book, as it contains full instructions for or- ganizing an amateur minstrel troupe. _ No, 65. MULDOON’S JOKHS.—This is one of the most original joke books ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor: It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Byery boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No. 79. 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HOW TO RAISH DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. ‘Th mang at kinds of candy, ice-cream, syru No. 84. HO information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. I valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general pee of manuscript, essential to a successful author, By Filan, derful book, containing useful and practical information treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common family, Abounding in useful and effective recipes for gene plaints. d é ‘taining valuable information regarding the collecting and array of stamps and coins. ; the world-known detective. In which he lays down some_ and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some ad and experiences of well-known detectiy ; ing useful information regarding the Camera and how also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides an Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated, By Captain Abney. _ ee ae No. 62. HOW TO BECOME ‘A WEST POIN CADHT.—Containing full explanations how to ga course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of. Guard, Police Regulations, Fire Department, and FS know to be a Cadet. Compiled and written by Lu of “How to Become a Naval Cadet.” <) ; ood society and the easiest and most approved methods of ap-| structions of how to i; iin } Academy. Also containing the course of, instruc jon, dé of grounds and buildings, historical ’sket: | in use, comprising Dutch| should know to become an officer in the United ‘diate “pieces, ‘together piled L rens, author 0 No, 31. HOW TO BECOM® A SPHAKER.—Containing fours — teen illustrations, giving the different positions requisite t come a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems from — all the popular authors of prose and poetry, arranged in the mosh simple and concise manner possible. No, 49. 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Fame and Fortune Weekly. STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN PRICE 5 Cts, “ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY COLORED COVERS 32 PAGES This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-made men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become fam- ous and wealthy. THE ISSUES ALREADY PUBLISHED CONTAIN THE STORIES LISTED BELOW AND MUCH OTHER INTERESTING MATTER. The Boy Ice King; or, Coining Money from the River. f Four of a Kind; or, The Combination that Made Wall Street Hum. : Bob Brandon, Contractor; or, The Treasure that Led to Fame. 3 A Boy Irom the South; or, Cleaning Out a Wall Street Crowd. Hal the Hustler; or, The Feat That Made Him Famous. A Mad Broker's Scheme; or, The Corner That Couldn't Be Worked. Dollars From Dust; or, The Boy Who Worked a Silver Mine. Billy Black, the Broker’s Son; or, The Worst Boy in Wall Street. Adrift in the Sea; or, The Treasure of Lone Reef. a yous Wall. Street Jonah; or, The Boy Who Puzzled the srokers 8 Wireless Will; or, The Success of a Young Telegraph Operator. Wall Street Jones; or. Trimming the ‘Tricky Traders, Fred the Waker; or, The Success of a Young Street Merchant. The Lad From ‘Frisco; or, Pushing the “Big Bonanza.’ A Wall Street Story. 7 The Lure of Gold; or, The Treasure of Coffin Rock. Money Maker “Ring.” Missing for a Year; or, Making a Ivortune in Diamonds. Phi! the Plunger; or, A Nervy Boy's Game.of Chance. A Wall Street Story. : Samson, the Boy Blacksmith; or, From Anvil to Fortune. sob's Big Risk; or, The Chance That Came But Once. aoa in the Gold Fields; or, The Treasure of Van Diemen’s and. “Old Mystery,” the Broker ; or, Playing a Daring Game. Street Story.) Mack; or, The Boy Who Smashed a Wall Street (A Wall ® Capital—One Dime; or, Boring His Way to Fortune. Up Against a Hot Game; or, Two College Chums in W. r A Big Contract; or, The Poor Boy Who Won. et Benson's New Boy; or, Whooping Up the Wall Street Market. Driven to Work; or, A Fortune from a Shoe String. The Way to Make Money; or, Taking Chances in Wall Street. Making His Fortune; or, The Deal of a Lucky Boy. The Stock-Exchange Boys; or, The Young Speculators of- Wall Street. Seven Bags of Gold; or How a Plucky Boy Got Rich. Dick, the Wall Street Wait; or, From Newsboy to Stock Broker. Adrift on the Orinoco; or, The Treasure of the Desert. Silent Sam of Wall Street; or, A Wonderful Run of Luck. Always on the Move; or, The Luck of Messenger 99. row or o hee COO Om <-Y-- 1) DWNNK wt oa 5 Landing on 3 $50,000 from a Nickel; or, The Boy Who Was Lucky in Stocks. 7 Born Lucky; or, From Miner to Millionaire. Happy Go Lucky Jack; or, The Boy Who Fooled the Wall Street Brokers. Learning a Trade; or, On the Road to Fortune. Buying on Margin; or, The Boy Who Won the Money. Street Story.) Joe Darcy’s Treasure Hunt; or, The Secret of the Island Cave. A “Live” Boy; or, Quick to Get the Dollars. (A Story of Wall Street.) A Barrel of Coin; or, The Luck of a Boy Trader. Driven to the Wall; or, The Nerve of a Wall Street Boy. Johnny, the Parcel Boy; or, The Lad Who Saved the Firm. Going the Limit; or, A Big Risk for Big Money. (A Wall Street Story.) Up to Him; or, Running His Father's Business. “ack Number lixby'’; or, The Boy Who Was Up to the Minute. \\ all Street Story) A Young Barnum: or, Striking It Rich in the Show Business, he Brotherhood of Gold; or, A Daring Wall Street Game. Ed, the Express Boy; or, His Own Route to Fortune. The Stolen lsonds; or, How Wall Street Will Made His Mark. A Favorite of Fate; or, After the Head Hunters’ Treasure. (A Wall (A Master of the Market, or, ‘the Boy Who Cornered the Stock. (A Story of Wall Street) His Feet; or, The Pluckiest Boy in the World. Hal Holman’s Tip; or, Scooping the Wall Street Market. 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