Fame And Fortune Weekly (no. 522) (1915 10 01)

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OCTOBER |, i915 5 (en Is STORIES OF BOYS THAT MAKE MONEY. ‘LUCKY GRANGE; OR TAKIN OF TUNE ON HE WINE. By SEL MDN (J pTIZZZZ Ia ge tip The furious mate made a rush for Tom, and the boy fled. Unluckily his foot caught in a piece of rope, tripping him, and he fell heavily to the deck. A yell of exultation escaped Hawley as he pounced upon the boy. st

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on, Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered at the New York, N. Y., Post Office as Second-Clasa Matter by Frank To usey, Publisher, 168 West 23d Street, New York. No. 522. NEW YORK, OCTOBER. 1, 1915. Price 5 Cents. A LUGKY GHANGE SY -S* at ie TAKING FORTUNE ON THE WING be By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. TOM WHITNEY AND CAPTAIN KEDGE. “So ye want to ship aboard the Polly Ann for the season, do ye, Tom Whitney?” bellowed Captain Kedge, glowering | “Think | npen the boy with his sinister, steely blue eyes. ye'd like to learn mackerel-catchin’, eh?” The captain was standing before the door of his cottage, which was situated on the brow of an elevation overlooking Gloucester Harbor, with his ponderous legs spread out like} a pair of dividers, and his rough, horny hands clasped be- hind his broad hack. He had a black sou’wester on, and his big face was ma- hogany-colored and bearded. : Everybody in town knew Captain Nat Kedge, who owned the schooner Polly Ann, had an interest in half a dozen other fishing vessels, and owned seyeral cottages in the town as wwell, but nobody really liked the man, for he was rough in his manners, outspoken, sometimes to an offensive degree, in his conversation, and was without an ounce of consideration | for a tenant who was behind in his rent, or a member of his erew who incurred his displeasure. There were other reasons, too, why Tom Whitney should have considered him the last captain to apply to for a job; but for reasons of his own the boy had brushed them aside and had ealled that bright, sunny spring morning at the Kedge cottage and asked the skipper for employment. _“T’ve got to turn my hand at something, sir,” replied the lad, in answer to the captain’s not over-friendly observation, “now that father is dead and mother has only me to depend I'd rather stick to the water—seeing that I’m used to it, having worked up and down the coast aboard the sloop for the last year with father—than tackle anything ashore. I'm willing to go for half a share-——” “Oh, ye are?” replied Captain Kedge, sarcastically. “J suppose that’s about all you’d consider me worth until I got the knack of handling the seine and the fish. As for ‘doing my sbare of working the schooner, I’m sure I can hold my own with any one ‘round Glo’ster.” -“¥e mean ye think ye kin,” grinned the skipper, with a malevolent look in his eyes. “I’ve heard lubbers Jike you talk that way afore.” “7m not a lubber, sir,” answered Tom, with a trace of in- ‘dignation in his voice. “Father said——” ~ “] don’t care what your father said,” snorted Captain ice. “There's a heap of diffrence "tween what ye did 'the sloop and what ye'll be called on to do aboard iy Ann, if so be ye are ready to ship and I'm willin’ | “Ye-know it, do ye?” and the captain grinned again, more maliciously than before. “Well, if ye know it, then ye won't have no cause to complain if ye don’t find everythin’ to your! likin’ when ye get out’n blue water. Mackerel-catchin’ ain't; no kid-glove business—I reckon you understand that. It’s a’ hard life and one full of chances. Every man may have a hundred dollars to his credit afore the first week is out, and then ag’in we may cruise a month and not make enongh to} pay for our ice. Ye'll find plenty of work, and hard work at; that, my cock robin. And there’s perils waitin’ on every min- ute of the night and day. They come when ye least expect ‘em. Does yer mother know that ye’ve come to me on this errand?” The speaker looked hard at the boy, with a curious ex- pression in his face. “No, TI thought I'd see you first.” “TI s'pose ye’ve tried other skippers afore ye came to “Several: but. I was late in making application, so was no opening.” “Ye need the money, I dare say, or ye wouldn’t have to me at all.” : The boy was silent. “Why did ye think there was a chance for ye or any one elise on the Polly Ann, when she’s got her ice aboard and liable to be off at the next flood?” “T heard that Ned Brown—— Captain Kedge ripped out an oath. “The blessed varmint deserted at the last minute. Ye heard that, did ye?” said the skipper, savagely. “T only heard that He'd left and gone to Boston,” replied) Tom, quietly. “ft won’t be healthy for him if I ever set my hands on him, I kin tell ye that. He signed f-_ the season, the villain, and after reportin’ for duty, and puttin’ in the best part of a day, the first thing my mate, Buck Hawley, tells me is that he managed to get his dunnage and bolted. So ye are lookin’ for his place, Tom Whitney, eh? Ye look strong and hearty, and I dare say I might strain a point and take ye, if so be it your mother is willin’. But, bear in mind, ye mustn't expect no favors aboard the Polly Ann.” “lm not asking for any favors, Cap'n Kedge,” replied the’ boy, somewhat proudly. “All I want is a square deal.” : The captain leered in an unpleasant way when he replied: | “Ye'll get a square deal if ye desarve it. But if ye go for: to cut up any monkey-shines ye'll wish ye’d never been born—- by the Lord Harry, ye will.” : Most boys would have thought twice after Captain Kedzge's, words about signing with him, for there was a sinister im- port about his remarks that pr unpleasant conditions; but Tom Whitney took the implied threat lightly. aa 3 me?”: there come K * sf v3

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2. “A LUCKY SooaeaeeeeeeeeoeeeeeeeeeeS=~=$qaooa ee YQearaeoawoavoroaeaoeeeS—— >>> uom—- He was thoroughly convinced in his own mind that he would be able to make good aboard the Polly Ann, and there- fore he did not anticipate trouble. It is true he had heard a whole lot about the captain’s methods, but he could not bring himself to believe that one- half of the stories were true. Of course, he would have preferred to serve under another skipper if he could have got the chance. . Harry was a well-built young fellow, of sixteen or there- abouts, with clear-cut, resolute features, lightly touched with sea-tan, dark eyes, and crisp hair, cut_short. His athletic frame was set off to excellent advantage by ‘a suit of comparatively now store clothes that fitted him to a nicety. His father, the late Captain Joel Whitney, had been in the jcoasting trade between Boston and various down-east ports, and Tom had served about a years’ apprenticeship aboard the sloop Martha Perkins. The widow had sold this craft, and the good-will of her husband's trade, to a Gloucester man, who had rechristened her the Sally Peasley. When Mrs. Whitney was Martha Perkins, one of the pret- tiest girls of Gloucester, her most persistent admirers were |\Joel Whitney, an enterprising young fellow of twenty-six, land Nat Kedge, a man of thirty, who had just pushed him- self to the fore as mate of a Gloucester trawler. Miss Perkins was won by Joel Whitney, and Nat Kedge never forgave his successful rival, though there was no open ‘rupture between them. During the eighteen years of Whitney’s married life he was more or less handicapped by adverse circumstances, while Nat ‘Kedge, on the contrary, was uniformly prosperous. j The larger part of Martha Perkins’ friends therefore be- lieved she made the mistake of her life when she turned Nat down for the handsomer and younger Joel. “Am I to understand that you will take me if my mother is ee asked Tom Whitney, after Captain Kedge’s last re- mark. ! “Yes,” nodded the skipper, with a curious look in his eyes, “T'll take ye. Ye kin tell your mother that I'll make a sailor land a fisherman of ye for old times’ sake,” “I'll tell her,” replied the boy; “and I’m much obliged to you, Captain Kedge, for the chance.” > “Ye’re welcome. By the way, I hear there’s a mortgage on your cottage. Hight or nine hundred dollars, ain’t it?” “Yes,” answered Tom, a cloud coming over his face. “Held by Ed’ard Flint?” : The boy nodded. _“Ye kin tell your mother I’m thinkin’ of buyin’ it.” “Buying the mortgage, sir?” exclairhed Tom, in surprise. “Why not? It ain’t the first I’ve bought, nor mebbe will dt be the last. I’m makin’ money, year in and year out. I on’t keer to have it lie idle in the bank, I own six houses ‘already, boy, if ye want to know, and I hold mortgages on six others. The Polly Ann earned all them for me, and an ‘interest on four more smacks that sail out’r Glo’ster Harbor. |Ye kin tell your mother that, too, if ye’ve a mind to, though I ‘dare say she knows it already, for a man can’t shake his foot ashore but every one hears about it. Mebbe I’ll call on your {mother this arternoon, ‘if Deacon Flint and me comes to terms jover that mortgage. In the meantime, if ye’re goin’ on the schooner ye want to shake a leg, for we sail at the first of the flood in the mornin’, I'll send word to Hawley that he may ‘lock for ye along in the arternoon. Ye’ll find the Polly at Car s Dock till five o’clock, when she'll pull out in the harbor. Ye kin go now and fix it up with your mother,” _ Thus speaking, Captain Kedge turned on his heel and*en- tered his house, one he had foreclosed upon and bought in ‘from an unlucky mortgagor, while Tom Whitney hurried to- ward his mother’s humble cottage to get her consent to his shipping on the Polly Ann, : SHAPTER 11. NHE SHADOW OF CAPTAIN KEDGE FALLS ON THE WHITNEY COTTAGE. a good many such fellows CHANCE. “In the kitchen. What’s the matter, Tom? You leok ex- cited,” asked Ruth, with a curiosity natural under the cir- cumstances. “You'll know by and by, Ruth,” replied the lad, as he hur- ried out of the sunny sitting and dining-room into the short passage which led to the one-story addition used as the kitchen. “Mother,” cried Tom, eagerly, “I’ve as good as shipped for the mackerel season. All I need is your permission, and then lll put my signature to the articles.” The widow’s smile at the appearance of her stalwart son, whom she almost idolized, vanished at his words, and a troubled look came into her face. “I was in hopes you’d given the idea up when you found that all the vessels had shipped a full crew for the season. How did it happen that you have found an opening at the last moment?” “I heard this morning that Ned Brown, who signed with Captain Kedge—~” “Captain Kedge!” gasped the little woman, with an in- describable look in her eyes. “You don’t mean to say that——” “Yes, mother; I mean to say that he has agreed to take me in place of Ned Brown, who, it appears, deserted yesterday from the \Polly Ann and has gone to Boston.” : ’ “Dia Captain Kedge ask you to go?” she asked, in a hushed tone. “No, mother. I called to see him at his house and put the proposition to him myself. He didn’t seem over-anxious at first to take me, but later on he said if you were willing he’d ship me, and make a sailor and a fisherman of me for old times’ sake.” “For old times’ sake?” repeated Mrs. Whitney, in a low tone. “Yes, mother, those were his words. He also told me he was thinking of buying the maertgage Mr. Flint holds on our cottage. He seems to have money to burn. He told me to tell you he would probably call on you this afternoon if he and Mr. Flint came to terms.” The little widow changed color and placed her hand on her heart. The news did not seem pleasant to her. “Well, mother, what do you say? Shall I report aboard of the Polly Ann this afternoon? I haven’t more than time to get my duds together after dinner and buy a number of things that are absolutely necessary. The schooner will trip her anchor at the first of the flood to-morrow morning.” “T don’t like you to go, Tom,” said the little woman, wist- fully. ‘ “Neither am I anxious to leave you and Ruth, even for a week, which may be the extent of our first trip, if the Polly’s usual luck stands by her; but I don’t see how I can better my- self, nor do anywhere near as well. Last-season the crew of the smack made one hundred and forty dollars apiece on their first trip, and the Polly wasn’t away a full week. Now, with similar Inck I’d be entitled to half that amount, or seventy dollars. Think of that, mother! Seyenty doMars would be a godsend to us now.” “It would, indeed. I could pay the interest on and meet my bills.” “Of course you could. And Ruth could give up embroider- ing those infant socks she receives from Boston, which pay so little and are so trying on her eyes. Then there's the rest of the season to be heard from,” continued Tom, enthusias- tically. “I ought to make three hundred dollars altogether. That would put us on easy street and give me a chance to look around for something else.” “I wish it was any other vessel than the Polly Ann,” said Mrs. Whitney, with an ominous shake of her head. “I’ve heard pretty: hard things about the way the men are treated aboard of her sometimes.” 4 . “So haye I, mother, but I don’t take much stock in those stories, Most of the crew who go out this season have sailed with Cap’n Kedge before, and he couldn’t hold one. of them longer than they stepped ashore if he didn’t handle them white. The men of Glo’ster, mother, are not slaves, these days, at any rate.” . The little widow shook her head doubtfully,. “Your father has told me more than once that Captain Kedge carried a high hand at sea, and his mate is worse.” _ ef cap’ns rule with few words, and they're usually to ‘the mortgage the point. They don’t stop to choose their la , either. When a chap tries to shirk his duty he must expect to be handled without gloves. It is possible Cap'n Kedge has had to deal with, and I Sey ye Ale as reeds ie

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A LUCKY CHANCE. them little mercy. A man who knows his business, and lives up to it, gets a pretty square deal, as a rule. I think it’s a case of ‘give a dog a bad name and it will stick to him’ with Cap’n Kedge. He couldn’t keep good men if he didn’t treat them right, and he couldn’t make the successful hauls he does right along unless he had good men. It stands to reason, then, that the skipper of the Polly Ann can’t be as bad as he’s pone ga said Tom, with a sort of triumphant wag of his ea The boy’s argument was good, but for all that the little woman was not convinced. Still, she thought that her old suitor would treat her boy well for her sake, especially as he had hinted as much. To say the truth, she did not care to have-the captain call on her; neither was she particularly pleased to learn that “€aptain Kedge proposed to purchase the mortgage on the cottage fi Mr. Flint, the mortgagee, for she feared she bad some othér purpose in view than merely to invest his surplus capital. Tom. having won his mother’s reluctant consent to his shipping on board of the Polly Ann, went into the sitting- a to waié till dinner was ready and to break the news to uth “Oh, Tom, are you really going mackerel-catching ?” the girl asked him, almost tearfully. “That's what I am, Ruth,” he answered, cheerfully. “We shall be so lonesome, mether and I, without you. How long do you expect to be away?” “It is uncertain. Possibly a week, but more likely ten days, or even a fortnight. Some smacks have been out three weeks or a month before they made their haul.” “How much do you expect to get in the way of wages?” “The business of fishing is conducted upon the system of shares. That is, half the value of the catch, after outfitting expenses have been deducted, goes to the owner of the vessel and half to the crew. Although the skipper and cook are not required to take part in the actual business of fishing, each of them receives a full.share. The captain gets, in addition, four per cent. of the value of the catch, and the cook has regular wages.” ‘ “What does the load of fish usually bring?” “That depends altogether on the market, Ruth. The first eatch of the season is usually the most profitable one, as they are generally packed in ice and carried into the market fresh. Last year the Polly Aun’s first trip netted over three thousand dollars in bulk. After expenses had been taken out, and Captain Kedge had taken his four per cent. rake-off and his haif as owner, the full shares amounted to one hundred and forty dollars per man of the crew. As I’m not an ex- perienced hand at fishing, I've agreed to go out for half rates. I expect to make anywhere from forty to seventy dol- lars on the first trip.” “As much as that?” exclaimed the girl, to whom such sums seemed almost princely in the family’s straitened circum- stances. _*Yes, as much as that,” nodded Tom, confidently. “It's a lot of money,” replied Ruth. > -us,.yes,” “It's a good deal of money to make, anyway, in a week, or ten days, or even two weeks.” _ “A chap earns it, all right, for it’s tough work. It will be _ harder on me, as I’m a greenhorn at it.” “When are you going away?” “I shall report aboard the Polly this ae ehaee some time.” “Are you going with Canis Kedge?” asked Ruth, opening _ her eyes. a SE am* = “Did you tell ‘mother so?” and does she approye——” “She isn’t over-anxious for me to go, anyway, and I guess rather I'd not go out with the captain, but it’s the only nce I have. I must either take it or look for something As we need money badly, I'd be a fool to tuon down a -maker because people say the skipper is a hard man to gE.” table, and ‘after Tom had 0 make some. purchases for Pee Ena oe what you eee Le: api treat | be! CHAPTER IIl. THE SPUNKY MISS WILSON. When Tom got his duds packed in a small sea chest which had belonged to his father he started out-to make one ¢all. He wanted to say good-by to Amy Wilson, a pretty, golden- haired miss, a friend of his sister's, with whom he was quite chummy. Her father was captain of a three-masted schooner that carried lumber from a2 Maine port to Boston and New York. The Wilsons lived in a pretty cottage not far from the bay. Amy’s mother had sent her to a store in the neighborhood on an errand, and she was returning home when she met Dave Hawley, son of the Polly Ann’s mate, a boy for whom she entertained a great dislike. Dave, on the contrary, Was much impressed by Amy’s good looks and sprightly ways, and he took advantage of every opportunity to seek her company. He was a big lout of a boy, strong and muscular, but not active. He had sandy hair and sallow skin, and if he had ever bad any good looks they*had been spoiled by an attack of the smallpox, which left his face full of shallow indentations. He didn’t seem to have sense enough to see that his atten- tions were unwelcome to Amy; or, if he did, he had herve enough to persevere where he was not wanted. “Hello, Amy,” he said, with a grin, planting his burly frame in front of her. “I’m goin’ sailin’. Don’t you want to come along?” “No,” replied Amy, decidedly, “T don’t.” “Why not?” “T don’t care to go sailing. I am in a hurry to get home, so please let me pass.” “Ho! You ain’t in no hurry,” grinned Dave. “I seen you comin’ along for a block, and you was takin’ it as easy as could be. Say, why can’t you be friendly with a fellow? You know I like you. You kin go sailin’ with me just as well as you kin with Tom Whitney. I seen him take you out t’other afternoon.” “Suppose he did? I can choose my company, can’t I?” replied, with considerable spirit. “Do you mean to say I ain’t as good company as him?’ yoo Dave, his protruding eyes snapping spitefally. “I don’t see that it’s necessary for me to offer any explana- tion of my actions to you, David Hawley,” Hashed the girl, in no uncertain tones. “Oh, you don’t, eh? I s’pose I ain’t good enough for you "cause We don’t live in a nice white cottage with green blinds like you. Well, I want you to know that my old man is just as well off as yours, and mebbe better.” “That has nothing to do with it,” she replied. “Then why don’t you let me keep company with you if I want to? What do you want to go with Tom Whitney for? His old woman ain’t worth a cent. Ofd Man Flint has a mortgage on their house, and it won’t be long, I guess, afore they’re sold out, bag and baggage. I hope it'll be soon,” he added spitefully. “You wicked boy, how dare you talk ‘that way!” cried Amy, | wrathfully. “*Cause it suits me to. I hate Tom Whitney, and one of these days I’ punch his head for him.” “I’m much obliged to you, Hawley, for your kind intentions,” spoke up another voice at this juncture, “but if you punch my head it’ll be when I’m asleep.” : Dave Hawley and Amy Wilson both turned around and found themselves face to face with Tom Whitney. “Ob, Tom!" exclaimed Amy, her pretty face wreathed in smiles, “T’m so glad to see ou.” ae I’m glad to see you, Amy. Going home?’ es.” “Then I'll go with you, if you don’t mind.” “I shall be delighted to have you do so. Mother was speak- ing about you this morning.” As Dave listened to this brief interchange of talk between the girl he was soft on and his “hated rival’ his face grew as dark as a thunder-cioud. ‘Then he recollected the answer Tom had given to his aggres- sive remark and he grew white with rage. — “You think I can’t punch your head, do you?” gn “I kin wipe ground with you, and that’s what I’m go Sat t she to do. Gore ta. puttin’ Fog ire err ei

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A LUCKY way she done now if you hadn’t. I kin lick you with one hand, and I’m goin’ to do it right now.” “You're going to do nothing of the kind, David Hawley,” f eried Amy, stepping between the boys. “Who's goin’ to stop me?’ he asked sneeringly, as he began to roll up his sleeves. “T am,” she answered. “Amy, please stand aside,” said Tom, quietly. “I’m not afraid of Hawley carrying out his threat. I am able to defend myself.” “I won't permit you two boys to fight here on the street,” she replied, pluckily. “Turn down your sleeves again, sir,” she added, looking Dave full in the face. Hawley hesitated and glared at Tom, who had stepped out. from behind the girl and appeared ready to face the issue. sap as I tell you!” cried the spunky girl, stamping her 00) “Tl do it for you, Amy, ‘cause I like you,” said Dave, reluctantly rolling down his sleeves; “but just wait till I ‘ketch him alone, that’s all.” With a look of malice at Tom, Hawley turned on his heel aga ae off down the street, muttering threats under his Tom laughed, for now that it was over the affair looked rather ridiculous to him. “I never thought you were such a spunky girl, Amy,” he said,-with a smile. “Why, your eyes actually flashed fire.” ‘Did they?’ she laughed, the heightened color gradually fad- ing from her face. “Sure. S'pose he had refused to do as you wanted—did you mean to pitch into him yourself? You looked almost mad enough to do it.” “Hardly that, Tom,” smiled the girl. “I’m afraid you must But if you only knew how he think me very unladylike. [provoked me before you came. I can’t bear the sight of that boy, and yet he’s always forcing himself upon me. If: he ; _ speaks to me again I shall certainly tell himi in a very few ; words what I think of him.” “And if he tries to do as he threatened a moment ago he ey. find I’m a tougher proposition than he figures on,” grinned ‘om. i “I do hope that you won't have any trouble with him,: i. =) Tom,” said Amy, a bit anxiously. “I’m not likely to for some little time, as I expect to leave Glo’ster early in the morning.” “Leave Glo’ster early in the morning!” exclaimed the girl in surprise. _ “Yes. I'm going mackerel fishing this season on the Polly Ann.” _ “Are you, really?” - “T am, really. I was on my way to say good-by to you when I saw you talking to Dave Hawley.” “You won't be away over a week or two at a time, will you? e ’ “I hope not.” ay? “Well, that’s better than if you were going to Boston or _ somewhere else, to remain away for months. Your mother ae and sister will miss you greatly.” “They're bound to do that. You must go and see them as oa as you can. You'll do that, won't you, Amy?” “Why, of course I will.” x Tom walked to the Wilson cottage, and Amy persuaded him to come in a few minutes to see her mother. Bird stayed a short time, then bade mother and daughter = -by Ag govirneds -home to see se his chest ne been taken ule Js ; gine att hep, fes af parting “Ye are goin’ aboard the schooner, 1 s’pose?” said the eyeing the bo as i oe Dit thawte” y keenly. “Ye've got your mother’s per 2, SE av 5: CB: gn _— (otininleuhan 2 Tom, respectfully, for the skipper fe ers Fi) come, so I 1 sent word to ip og 2 cal ne away bh ! Tom defense an ex- nr * an expert wih oie ae CHANCE. a a a a ee a a ee re ee | a CHAPTER IV. THE SET-TO IN THE FORECASTLE. The schooner Polly Ann lay alongside Carpenter’s Wharf, and when Tom stepped on her deck he asked for Hawley, who acted in the capacity of a mate. “You'll find him for’ard in the fok’s’l,” replied one of the crew, named Gideon Bates, who was coiling a rope abaft the mizzenmast. Accordingly Tom walked forward, and, coming to a scuttle opening, descended a short flight of steps and found himself in the smack’s forecastle, in which several of the crew slept, and in which were also the cock steve and mess table. Back of it were the pantry and storeroom, in which were ten fresh-water tanks. ; Still further aft was the hold, divided into pens by parti- tions of rough boards. These were now filled with ice, but later would be used for fish. . Abaft the hold was the cabin, in which Captain Kedge, Buck Hawley and four of the crew found sleeping quarters. It was neatly finished in ash, and running along three sides of it was a broad transom that served as a seat. The only furniture was a small coal stove, securely fastened in the middle of the floor. On the walls hung a clock, a barometer and a thermometer, while a few charts were stowed overhead in a rack. When Tom Whitney stepped below, Buck Hawley, who was helping Jed Parsons, the cook, or “doctor,” as the crew called him, fix one of the feet of the stove, which had worked loose, uttered a yolley of oaths and sprang to his feet. Jed had accidentally lost his grip on the stove and it had severely bruised the mate’s fingers. A smothered laugh drew Tom’s attention in another diree- tion, and there, greatly to his surprise and disgust, he saw Dave Hawley seated*on one of the bunks, watching the pro- ceedings with no little interest. Tom had seen the mate on several occasions before, but he never looked quite so burly and savage-looking as he did now, standing in the dimly lighted forecastle, caressing his injured digits. At that moment his gaze rested on Tom. “Well, what do you want?” he snapped out, his surly eyes taking in the boy from hand to foot. “Captain Kedge told me to report to you,” began the lad. “So you're Tom Whitney, are you?” growled the mate. “You're the chap that’s sneaked into the berth my boy Dave ought to have.” “What do you mean?” asked Tom, in surprise. Before Buck Hawley could open his mouth again, his son, livid with rage, jumped from iis seat on the bunk and came forward. . “Blast your eyes, Tom Whitney,” he roared furiously, shak- ing his fist in Tom’s face, “what do you mean by gettin’ me out of. the Polly Ann?’ “I wasn’t aware that you had any connection with the — schooner,” replied Tom, coolly. “You know’d 1 meant to go out this trip in Ned Brown's place, and you went and done me out of the job.” “T didn’t know anything about it.” replied Tom. “T heard this morning that Brown had thrown up his berth and I called at Captain Kedge’s house and asked him to give me the place. That’s all there is to it.” - “T s’pose you expect me to b'lieve that?’ snarled Dave. “I don’t care whether you believe it or not,” replied Tom, independently. : Daye uttered a howl of anger and made ‘a sudden lunge _ at Whitney's bead. Tom ducked and jumped aside to avoid another blow... “Slug him, Dave!” cried his father, with an ugly grin. “There’s no one to stop you.” Tom heard the elder Hawley's remark, and he prepared, to” defend himself. “Confound your hide!” shouted Dave, tearing off his jacket; “I said I'd lick you, and I’m goin’ to do it. I've got sou where I want you now.’ ; Tom made no reply, but watched his big adversary po ales Our hero was not the least bit afraid of the mate’s s although» the fellow looked to be twice as strong as’ a, had AaEEHy 8 course of zt in the art consequently a .

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Then, what he lacked in strength he more than made up in quickness, for he was as agile'as a cat on his feet. Unless Dave succeeded in closing with him he had no fear of the result, for he knew that his opponent was an unskillful slugger and slow as molasses. Breathing threats of what he was going to do to Tom, the ? mate’s son, encouraged by the other’s first drawback, began business by smashing at’ Tom's face. _ At least, that was his intention, but it failed because the boy ducked in the nick of time, and, taking advantage of Dave's unprotected face, handed him out an uppercut that landed on his enemy’s jaw with force enough to set his teeth rattling like a castanet. For a moment Dave was staggered with surprise, and Tom might have followed up his attack with advantage, but dis- » dained to do so. The fellow roared with rage the moment he recovered and rushed at Tom with blood in his eyes, only to receive a clout in the mouth that brought him up standing with his arms swinging in the air. Tom’s successful resistance only served to make Dave more , furious. He made another rush at our hero, fully resolved to an- nibilate him on the spot. Tom side-stepped and-smashed him twice in rapid succes- _ sion in the right eye. Buck Hawley looked on in amazement. He had supposed his son able to do up the new member of the crew in short order, and now the boot seemed to be on the other leg. _ He was so angry that he made a pass at Tom himself. Py - His ponderous fist glanced off*the lad’s head and struck the stove a whack that jarred it out of position. - The iron cut his knuckles to the bone, and he swore like _ @ trooper. - Tom, ye angry at the blow he had received from the mate. and aroused by a whack in the chest he got from ‘his anfagonist, began to mix things up in earnest with Dave. ; It was whack, biff, smash, every stroke counting on young Hawley’s face. . He tried to ward the jolts off, but they seemed to come _ - from every quarter, until he was fairly dazed by the shower of blows. With a how! of pain and fury he bent down his head and butted at Tom like a wild bull. In his blind rage he mistook the stove for his opponent and struck it with such force as to demolish it completely. _ Then he pitched forward on the forecastle deck and lay =¥ there, half-stunred. - « Buck Hawley, seeing his son practically knocked out, ut- a9 _ tere another a of oaths and started for Tom to wreak mie ae ce on 4 boy Hamed lightly out of the way and darted up the dhepes to the d . The mate in aitatiiiting to follow him got tangled up in the __ wreck of the cook-stove and went down on all fours. His remarks for the next minute were so expressive that Jed eee got out of the forecastle himself as soon as he an +H - found Tom standing in the sun, rubbing his bruised es with his handkerchief. - tter keep out of sight, my lad,” the cook said warningly, : : tat — over his tantrums, or he'll make mincemeat e words: were hardly out of his mouth before the mate tearing up the entrar steps. face was livid with stood r @ moment blinking in the face of the declining te the boy. ye spied him, just as the lad started to go aft. Dadeetacane aithens obsreees setting: nes, 2 ae . ca: A LUCKY CHANCE. ree. He was a violent and unreasonable man when aroused, and the only person who could control him aboard the schooner was Captain Kedge himself. Fortunately for Tom, the skipper stepped on board at that moment. “Hello!” he exciaimed, with a frown. “What does this — mean? What are ye doin’ to the lad, Hawley? Let him up, d’ye hear?’ The mate recognized the Captain's voice, and be reluctantly released the boy. “What's wrong ‘tween you two?’ demanded Captain Kedge, as*Hawley and Tom got on their feet. “He's taken my boy’s place aboard this schooner,” replied the mate, sullenly. “Who says he has?” from the skipper. “T say so,” answered Hawley. “Then ye say what isn’t true, d’ye understand?” “I asked you to give my boy a chance in Brown's place.” “T know you did.” “And you'd have done it only for this young puppy.” “Ye seem to know all about it, Buck Hawley,” said Cap- tain Kedge, sarcastically. “I reckon you’d have done that much for me, seein’ I’m your mate, and. have been so these three years.” “Mate, are ye? Well, p’raps ye are, after a fashion; but that don’t give ye the privilege of expectin’ more’n is your due. If I wanted your son aboard the Polly I'd have spoken to ye about him.- But I don’t want him. He’s no good for’ my business, nor never will be.” “Why isn’t he?’ snorted Hawley. any man aboard?” Captain Kedge grinned sardonically. “Wouldn't he make two of that young whippersnapper, you’ve hired in Browh’s place? Wouldn’t he, I say?’ “Look ye here, Buck Hawley,” said the skipper, in a threat- ening way. “I’ve taken more back talk from ye over this < matter than I’d stand from the whole crew together. Ye! ought to know me by this time. I’m ¢ap’n of this smack, ~ and owner to boot. I hire a crew to suit myself, and if ye ain't satisfied, Hawley, ye kin'take your traps and go ashore| this minute. I want ye to understand that Tom Whitney sails in this craft as ord’ nary seaman in place of Ned Brown. , What I say I gen’rally mean. Now go for’ard and attend 5 to your duty, and don't let me hear another whisper out of ye on the subject.” \ “It’s easy to see why you've taken a fancy to that monkey,”, snarled Hawley, forgetful in his disappoinment and anger of| the unwiseness of his remark. “You've got your eye cocked on his mother.” Smash! Quick as a flash of lightning Captain Kedge raised his hairy fist and smote his mate to the deck. Tom was astonished at the swiftness and completeness of, that blow. It was as if a sledgehammer had come in contact with Hawley’s head. He lay for several moments like a dazed ‘man, while the; skipper stood over him with a look on his face that was terrible in its wrath. _. Then the mate picked himself up, and without another word, staggered toward the forecastle. fi Captain Kedge swung around and faced the boy, : “There's a lesson for ye, Tom Whitney,” he said fadahinaly: ie “I am cap'n of this schooner. Do your duty and ye are safe. But if I ketch ye tryin’ to shirk your fair share of work, by the Lord Harty ye'll hear from me in a way ye won't like.” : With those words Captain Kedge turned on his heel and went down into his cabin. “ly “If you're wise, young man, you'll take the hint,” Said ; Gideon Bates in Tom’s ear. “As far as doing wy duty right up to the handle is con is cerned he shall have no fault to find with me,” replied the - boy. ‘ “Then you'll get along all right. The skipper is the roughest man in Blo'ster, but he’s square as a die to those that do the right thing. Tve,salled with him three ain't got a kick co I’ve “Isn’t he as strong as; ft Shes SE TI ete | ee ee

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ye | cm ae A LUCKY CHANCE. sess SS SSS SSS SSeS talks oftener with his hand than his mouth, so if you know what’s good for you you'll take the hint I’m givin’ you.” “I’m much obliged to you for putting me wise to the situ- ation, and I'll keep my weather eye lifting when I’m on duty,” said Tom. “I suppose you know my name is Tom Whitney. What’s yours?” “Gideon Bates, called Gid for short. That was Jed Parsons, the doctor, who warned you against Hawley when you came out of the fok’s’l. The other chaps will introduce themselves “when they run athwart you. You'll find them all right. I warn you, however, to steer clear of the mate. He’s got it in for you and will watch his chance to get back at‘ you. Give him a wide berth whenever you can.” “T will, though I’m not afraid of him,” resolutely. . “He isn’t to be depended on, and may strike you in the dark. The skipper won’t stand for any crooked work, but he can’t be expected to see everything that might happen aboard. Here comes that chap’s son. Looks as if he’d been wrastlin’ with a wild bull. Did you and he have a run-in below?” “Yes, and I would have polished him off if the stove hadn't taken the job out of my hands.” “You must be a right good one with your fists if you can whip him,” said Gid, admiringly, as Dave stepped sullenly onto the wharf and walked away. “He has nothing but brute strength, and is dead slow, while 1 have science and speed, and that counts every time.” “I guess it does. I’ve seen- bigger chaps. than him knocked out by small men. Here comes the tug to take us down to our anchorage.” Captain Kedge appeared on deck as the tug came alongside and made fast to the schooner’s bows. The small hawsers holding the Polly Ann to the wharf were east off and she was towed well down the bay, where she dropped anchor on the outside of a small fleet of fishing craft waiting for a favorable wind and the next flood to carry them over the bar. > Soon after coming to anchor the skipper called all hands aft to draw for bunks. The bunks had numbers chalked on them, and now the cap- tain held in his hand as many small sticks as there were men in the crew. Each stick had notches cut in it corresponding to the num- bers of the bunks, and one by one the crew stepped up and . drew them from Captain Kedge’s hand. : In this way the sleeping quarters were distributed with : perfect fairness, and there was no ecbance for grumbling. _ Yom was lucky enough to draw one of the wide bunks in the cabin, and at once hastened to stow his possessions in it. iL Supper was then announced. 5 _ After the skipper was seated seats. by Only half of them could be accommodated, owing to the limited size of the forecastle, and those who secured seats _ were entitled to first table during the trip. ‘The others had to be contented to eat at second table. - - This, however, was a trifling matter, as the food was equally replied Tom, the crew made a rush for ’ as good and well served as at the first table. ts, Tom, not being posted, was among those who came in for +: the second table. es _ After supper an anchor watch was set, and all hands did pretty much as they pleased until they turned in. ‘Tom took advantage of this interval to make the acquaint- wi eae ete teae: disk lot of cha . rough! __ They were a : -natured of chaps, tho: y _ experienced in the work the boy had to learn, though as far _ as seamanship went he felt confident he was their equal. ar ge ct Ag the morning, but as a compara- ot aye m res on the bay no effort was made on the part of - the fishing fleet to get under way. bas —— CHAPTER VI. ie IN THE HANDS OF HIS ENEMY. A breeze spene up at sunrise, which freshéned steadily as A rea, Se eg le weno NE aye, ae, : At last came the order to man the windlass, and half the crew ran to obey the order. “Haul taut the main throat halliards!” Keége. “Give the peak a good pull, ye lubbers! Here, you, Tom Whitney, are ye goin’-to sleep over that jib? Heave away at that windlass, there. Hoist away on that fores’l. Lively, now. Are ye goin’ to let the Jerusha Peasley get away ahead of us? You, Whitney, get to that jib sheet. Do ye want to have the schooner in irons? That forepeak’s saggin’. Give her a good haul, Bates, Lend him a hand there, Hawley. Now she goes.” The anchor left the sandy bottom with a jerk, and the Polly Ann fell off as Tom held the clew of the jib well over to star- board, while the men on the windlass worked away for all they were worth. The schooner’s head swept around, and the foresail filled with a bang as Gid Bates checked with the sheet, while Cap- tain Kedge put the wheel up and yelled: “Stand by the main sheet, you Bradley. Do you want to spring the main boom before you get under way?” Tom Whitney had a stirring time of it while the schooner was getting off, as he had hever had to hustle quite so much before in his life. He was equal to the emergency, however, and acquitted himself well. It was fortunate for him he did so, for the skipper’s eagle eye was on almost every move he made, and any miss on his part would have brought down on him a round of stinging sarcasm from the captain’s lips, and probably a blow from Hawley. All sails filled together, and the Polly Ann heeled over under the piping wind as she pointed her long, delicate nose sea- ward and led the fishing fieet across the bar. Once outstide the cape the crew were all kept busy for a couple of hours setting light sails, coiling lines, and stowing odds and ends, and making everything snug. The sea was short and choppy, the stiff gale blowing the spray in clouds over the vessel as she dashed through it. “The Polly Aan is a lively boat,” remarked Gid Bates to Tom, as the two stood well forward attending to some job assigned to them. “She’s given tough races to more than one fancy yacht, while as a sea-boat in heavy weather she can go where not one yacht in a hundred dare go.” “She’s carrying a mighty big spread of canvas,” replied the boy. “The skipper has set all the jibs and both gaff tops’ls. One would think we were engaged in a race.” : : “That’s what we are, my lad,” nodded Bates. “The skip- per is bound to be, first on the mackerel ground this trip. Almost any other fishing vessel but a mackereler goin’ out at this season would have left both topmast and her jibboom home; but every minute gained to the early mackerel-catcher may mean many extra dollars in pocket, so that’s why we're sailin’ in racin’ trim.” Mackerel is a fish that ig caught in large numbers off the Atlantic coast of the United States every year, but there are few fish about which so little is known. Where they come from and where they go are still unsolved mysteries. Every year about the middle of March they appear in great numbers just north of Cape Hatteras. They are very thin at this time, and hardly fit for food; but soon after they strike the feeding grounds of the coast they begin to improve, until early in June, when they have worked their way as far north as New England waters, they are in good condition. They run as far north as the Gulf of St. Lawrence, from which, in the fall, they suddenly disappear, and are seen no more till the following spring. All through the summer, but especially at the first of the season, those that are caught near a port are packed in ice and carried into the market fresh. E The greater part of the year’s catch, however, is salted in barrels on board the schooners, and afterward repacked on shore in kits and boxes and sent all over the world. ; “All hands aft to thumb the hat,” roared Captain Kedge at this point. “Thumbing the hat” is a method of choosing waiches by roared Captain “Six ig the number, boys. Ready.” all hands got busy, under the skipper’s watchful |lot, in yogue among the fishing vessels. ; getting things shipshape "tor the run on 2 Fea P bade left his dishes and proceeded to the wheel, as a ak a ok SR ewe cipal aa erg Ne as he 2 ent or tw« ( to e crew e Polly of an old straw hat, — ee eo: Dae ol Sete = "| standing in a circle, with their thumbs on the rim, ber 1” was the reply. “3t'll be half a gale afore you're| Captain Kedge turned his back, saying: See Mee ’ pe M

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A LUCKY CHANCE. Then he reached out his hand backward and placed his fore- finger on one of the thumbs at random. “Whose is it?” he asked. “Mine, sir,” replied Tom Whitney. The skipper turned around and counted six of the thumbs till he came to Gid Bates. “My watch,” he said. Then he counted six more, ending at Steve Bradley. “Port watch,” he said. He continued counting until he had assigned to each his watch, and ended with the words: “Mind, now, and remem- ber who you are to call.” “Tom, much to his disappointment, found himself in Buck Hawley’s watch, and he knew he would have to keep his eyes skinned for trouble. . The cruise thus fairly begun was continued for a couple of days without incident until the Polly Ann reached the fishing grounds. Then she stood off and on, under easy sail, with a man con- stantly at the masthead scanning the surface of the water in the hope of seeing mackerel. The great seine-boat was got overboard, and, with the seine in it, was towed behind the schooner, ready for instant use. Three other smacks on the same errand as the Polly Ann came upon the ground in turn and held a relative distance one from the other. Thus three tedious days passed away without results, and then the barometer indicated a change for the worse in the weather. j “We're going to have a dirty night, I guess,” remarked Steve Bradley to Tom Whitney, when they came on watch at eight o'clock. 2: “I'll bet we are,” replied the boy, with a glance at the black sky overhead, “This is where we catch a bit of the rough side of the mack- erel business,” said the other, looking over the schooner’s rail into the black water alongside, Before long the wind began to rise and sigh ominously through the smack’s riggings, while the Polly Ann, under a solitary reefed jib, scudded over the seas. The lights of the other craft could be seen bobbing in the near distance. , Tom thought that this was an oceasion when it was ever so much nicer to be warm and snug ashore, ’ He wondered what his mother and sister were doing at that moment in far-away Gloucester. And then he got to thinking about Amy Wilson and asking himself if she thought.as much of him as he did of her. Bradley walked away to the forecastle to light his pipe, ving the boy alone. Then it was that a derk figure stole toward him in the gloom. : The man, whoever he was,. bent low, and kept well in the shadow of the schooner’s bulwark, as though desirous of es- caping observation. He crept nearer and nearer to the preoccupied boy, his horny fingers opening and shutting with convulsive eager- ness. What could be his object? ¢ The closer he drew to Tom the slower and more guarded _ beeame his movements. At last he crouched behind the boy. _. Turning his big head from one side to the other, he looked forward, then aft, and then behind. At the moment there was nobody near. a cat-like spring he was on the boy. ; wing one powerful arm around Tom’s neck, he bent his mpeg a vise-like hug that cut the lad’s startled i, * ‘ = 5 pansies above the foaming water slip- Whitney,” hissed the A * 0; ly for you, my boy would have been aboard this schooner es} earnin’ a good I’m keepin’ my word. How d’ye You'll soon be food for the fishes.” vs — — ngage he heard the sound of the footsteps of one of the wateh. It was Bradley returning. He could no longer dally, so with a sibilant laugh he :re- leased his grip and Tom fell with a splash into the sea. CHAPTER VIL. CATCHING A LOAD OF MACKEREL. In the instant that Tom was passing through the air it seemed to him as if all the past events of his young life flashed across his mental vision. Then he struck the water and went down. But not far. Something had gripped him by the arm, and he felt himself dragged along through the waves as he rose to the surface. Shaking his head and taking a long breath, he saw that he; was sailing along close to the schooner’s counter, keeping pace with her. Then he realized that a rope trailing alongside had canght; and twisted itself around his left arm, and that he was being dragged at the end of it like a big fish at the end of a ‘fish-/ line. Instantly he grasped the rope with his free hand and*held; on with a grip like that of death. His position was one of great peril in the turbulent water. He had to throw himself on his back t. avoid being suffo-! cated by the rush of the waves. At length, summoning all of his energies, he shouted, “Help! Help!” Captain Kedge had just come on deck and was standing beside the helmsman. His sharp ears distinguished the hail, and he walked quickly, to the rail and stood in a listening attitude. “Help!” cried Tom. The cry came from only a few feet away, it seemed tothe skipper, and in some astonishment he bent over the rail’ and’ stared down into the water. He could see nothing at first; then a wave broke close to, the schooner’s side, and for a moment Tom’s face and arms were outlined in the froth. ‘ Captain Kedge did not recognize him, but he saw that some poor fellow was overboard and dragging alongside. With a hoarse command to throw the schooner up in the. wind, he ran forward with his rough hand on the bulwark. to) find where the rope hung over the rail. By the time he had found it the Polly Ann had lost her way. to a great extent and was bobbing up and down to the seas. “Here, you, Bradley,” he roared to the nearest member: of the watch, “lend a hand, will ye? There's a man overboard, and he’s caught at the end of this line.” The skipper and Bradley exerted themselves to the limit, hauling the line in hand over hand, and they soon landed ithe! dripping and half-unconscious boy on the deck. “Tom Whitney, by the Lord Harry!” gasped Captain Kedge, as Jan Olsen, a Swede, flashed a lantern in the lad’s face. Tom gasped and kicked out like a dying fish; then he-sud- denly sat up. “Where am I?” he asked. “Where ye ought to be—on board the schooner. How didiye t overboard?” . : ee Don't ask me,” cried the lad, with a shudder. J “Don't ask ye? Ye didn’t try to commit suicide, didyye?” “No, no, no!” 1. “Then how come ye to get into the water, with thissrope, wound around your arm?” os “Thrown over? Are you mad?” a a “No, I’m not, though it's a wonder I am not, after my ter- i rible experience.” ie“ : “Ye mean ye fell over, don’t ye?” said the skipper. “No, I didn’t fall. A deliberate der me.” “Murder ye!” exclaimed the startled captain. “Who would, do that?” : one arm a | mi, ee 2 aug me-a strangle hela around the ne k aerad Ged me over the sail weah é 7 - t ; ‘. ° bots ba 4 m * ee 3 ae . “se ¢ - = - Vr ed 3 ‘ia attempt was made to»mur-_ vi y* ' ’ | 4 >.

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7 the rope that ran around its entire length, while the lower lead _. Through the rings ran a second stout line, known as the Se A LUCKY Se eS eS ee CHANCE. told me I had only half a minute to live—that you had sworn | Whitney and his mates were soon dipping out the finny beau- to. get square with me for doing your son out of a job aboard |ties, a half-barrelful at the time, and transferring them to the ‘this schooner. After that you let me drop, and if it hadn’t been for the rope wailing overboard it would be all over with me by this time.” “T tell you that you lie. You're tryin’ to ruin me.” Deny the attempted crime as he might, there was the brand of guilt in his face and eyes, and Captain Kedge was a quick observer. “Go into the cabin and change your duds,” to Tom. Then he waved the rest of the watch back. What he said to Hawley when they were by themselves no one ever knew, but his gestures were significant. When he had finished and walked aft again the mate slunk away like a man who had received a blow. Tom had received such a shock that he held himself well ‘aloof from the schooner’s bulwarks for the remainder of the watch, lest the villain might try to repeat his trick, and with more success. The night was “dirty,” said the skipper as Bradley had intimated it would e. It blew heavily, and the gale, shifting from one point to ‘another, kicked up a nasty cross sea, in which the Polly Ann pitched about most unpleasantly. All the smacks were blown away from the fishing ground, schooner’s deck. The catch amounted to about one hundred and fifty bar- rels of mackerel of prime quality as to size, but too thin to spit and salt. It was nearly dark before they were all on board and the seine properly stowed away in the boat. Tom had never worked so hard before in his life, and was mighty tired by this time. He soon found out that there was no rest for him yet a while. Sail had to be made on the schooner, ‘and she was headed back for Boston harbor. Then all hands, except the cook and the man at the wheel, turned to and began “gibbing” and packing the fish. Mackerel are so delicate that they die almost as soon as they touch the deck, and will quickly spoil if not attended to at once. Under these circumstances the whole catch had to be cleaned and packed in the ice pens at once. Tom was astonished at the marvelous celerity with which his mates plucked out the gills and entrails of the fish, and it was at this work he naturally showed up to poor advantage. He did the best he could to make a showing, and was com- plimented in the end by Gid Bates, though Captain Kedge, and they did not return till the weather had moderated again. |who had watched him off and on, said nothing. It was the morning of the ninth day after the departure of the schooner from Gloucester, when the sun was shimmering oc oo of the ocean, that the welcome cry of “There they schoo ‘man at the masthead. In less than five minutes after the first.cry announcing the ‘appearance of the eagerly expected fish the great thirty-foot, double-ended seine-boat, rowed by eight men, of whom Tom brag had left the schooner and started in the direction of the fish. Pulling after them as fast as he could was Buck’ Hawley, fin the single dory that the Polly'!Ann carried. : “Come, now, boys, get a move on!” cried the seine-master. “Stretch your backs, or you'll all hear from the skipper when ‘you get back, and not in a way you'll like, either. Pull for ‘our lives, all of you! Pull like the Old Scratch! Don’t you ‘see the fellows from the Jerusha Peasley tryin’ to beat you?” ' It was a tough race to see which boat would reach the school first, and the crews of both seine-boats did their level “best to arrive at the seene of action ahead of the other. The boat from the Polly Ann reached the school of fish rst, and the seine-master tossed overboard a smal] keg, or joy, to which. was attached one end of the upper or cork Fe line of the big net. ‘Then the boat was pulled in a great circle around the fish - that. was rippling the water close by, swimming in a dense body close to the surface, and flashing back the sunshine from their steely blue bodies. While the crew was thus engaged the mate rowed up to the ue buoy in his dory and came to a stop. Rd of the cork line was held and made fast. _ The circle was now complete, and the fish were Seiecounitetl oy. a wall of the fine but stout twine, the upper edge of which fioated by means of numerous large corks attached to ne Spat and held straight down by an equal number 2s. “purse rope,” an hig of which remained in the boat. At a given signal all hands pulled on this, drawing all’the fen rings close together, and soon the net’ was closed to- her at the, bottom, leaving no opening for the fish to escape. Hauling on this rope and “pursing” the seine was the hard- est part of pint: + whee Wes ? It was an exciting operation, as there is always an ele- sat teed up to the sant eget for if the ek take Down in the hold the blocks of ice were removed from a pen jand reduced to small bits by heavy, sharp-pointed “slicers.” A layer of this broken ice was shoveled over the bottom of half a mile off weather bow!” came from the lookout jan empty pen and above it was spread a basket of fish. Then came another layer of ice, and more fish, until the pen was full. ; In this way all the pens were filled, and it was long after midnight when the last of the fish were safely packed away. For the rest of the trip Tom and his mates had little to do but stand watch and clean up the vessel. Buck Hawley avoided Tom as much as the boy held aloof from him, but the lad more than once caught the mate’s venge- ful eye upon him in a way that boded him no good. “T'll have to be on my guard against that scoundrel as long as we both remain together on this boat,” thought Tom. “He seems to be one of those chaps that keeps it in for a fellow indefinitely. It’s a good thing for him that there was no wit- hess of his attempt on my life that night, or I’'d put him through to the extent of the law. As it is, his word is as good as mine in court, and I couldn’t do a thing to him.” It took three days for the Polly Ann to make Boston Bay and run into the harbor; but, as the weather held fair, and the crew had nothing to do but calculate their profits and enjoy themselves in any old way, the time passed quickly enough, so Tom thought. CHAPTER VIII. TOM FINDS HIMSELF IN A STRANGE SITUATION. es In the shortest time it was possible to accomplish the feat > _ the great net was skilfully drawn around the fish; then Haw-| Captain Kedge disposed of the Polly Ann's catch for some- y. Aew. carried the keg-buoy to the seine-boat, in which the bauah thing like twenty-eight hundred dollars, and, after expenses had been deducted and the net sum divided up, Tom found himself in possession of sixty-one dollars, exactly half of what the regular hands received. He hastened to mail the greater part of this to his mother in a registered letter which informed her that the schooner would sail direct from Boston on her next trip in a day er two, and consequently he would not be able to get home yet a while. That afternoon the smack hauled alongside a wharf to take aboard the necessary ice for her next visit to the mackerel grounds. The hawsers had hardly been made fast before Tom, much a cigarette in his mouth. He walked aboard and was soon in conversation eae his father on the forecastie deck. Tom caught them looking in his direction once or twice! and he wondered if they were talking about him. to his surprise, saw Dave Hawley sauntér down the dock ee. a ie Dave ee aboard until supper was saepunced and then walked = That vy Gia Bates, Steve Bradley cent ‘Jan Olsen invited Tom to go to the theater with them. __ ‘slistenin pac x the reaping shortly rei seven o'clock, ; ; wiley, who was lounging Rear the gangway, = mate favored ‘Tom with a eo halt-vi

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A, LUCKY CHANCE. 9 ——_____ a NS aS PS A SA look, that seemed to mean a whole lot in its way, but the boy pretended not to notice it. The show was over at eleven and the four started back for the wharf. _ They went into two or three saloons on the way, much to ‘Lum’S tmnoyauce, for he entertained a strong prejudice against these resoris. : He couldn't very well refuse to accompany his companions in. but, of course, could not be induced to drink anything stronger than ginger ale. As they drew near the docks the streets became more lone- some and less brightly illuminated. As they turned the corner of a big, silent warehouse they were suddenly set upon with a rush by half a dozen men of the roughest class. Two others—a heavy-set man and a big boy—remained in a 3 background and watched the fight. he party of four was at once broken up, heavy blows ex- changed, and before he hardly realized the situation, Tom found himself separated from the others and struggling with three toughs. Although taken by surprise, the boy put up a good fight until he received a tremendous blow on the back of the head which struck him to the ground unconscious. His companions were too busy defending themselves to notice what had been done to Tom; besides, the fight was taking place in almdst total darkness. Suddenly the warehouse watchman got on to the racket and biew his whistle for a policeman. The fight ceased as if by magic, the three ruffians who had been attacking Bates. Bradley and Olsen, and forcing them around the corner of the warehouse, drawing off, slowly at first, but at last taking to their heels. “Where's Tom Whitney?” asked Gid, when the three men had recovered themselves and looked around for their young companion. : “Search me,” replied Bradley. “I thought we were all together.” * “No. He must have got separated from us at the beginning of the serap.” “Supposin’ he did, he ought to be near, anyway; but I don’t see him.” \ “Maybe he ran for the schooner at the first onset,” sug- gested Olsen. “No,” replied Bates; “I don’t believe he did. He isn’t that kind of a chap.” “Then where the deuce is he?” said Bradley. “Here comes a cop,” Bates said. The policeman, hurrying up, demanded who they were and what was the trouble. “We belong to the fishing schooner Polly Ann, moored aiong- side Haley’s Wharf,” yolunteered Gid Bates.. “We three and another chap went to a show to-night.. As we were returning to our vessel we were attacked at this corner by a gang of toughs and had to defend ourselves. Somebody blew a whistle from 2 window of that warehouse and then the toughs fled. What bothers us is that our companion, a boy named Tom Whitney, who belongs to the schooner, has disappeared.” After they had locked around the immediate neighborhood Without finding any signs of the lad, who the officer at first therght might have been knocked senseless, the conclusion arrived at was that Tom bad lit out for the wharf where the Polly Ann lay, so the three men started off for Haley’s Dock. Tom was net on the wharf waiting for them, neither had the watchuian seen any one in that vicinity for the last hour, except Buck Hawley, who, he said, had just gone aboard the schooner. “I don’t see how he could have lost his way,” said Bates, “for all he had to do was to run straight down the street.” They hung about the head of the dock for a little while, talking to the watchman sand waiting for Tom to show up. It was after midnight when they finally turned in, expecting to find Tom in his bunk in the morning. ; * +. * ve ss * * * When Tom Whitney came to his senses he found himself in a small, low-Ceiled and not ovér-clean room. a He was lying fully dressed on the outside of a cot, and the morning suu was shining in on his face. ** ~ He was colscious of a racking pain in his bead, and could hardly s@ cut ef his eyes, ; “Where the dickens am 1?” he asked bimself, in surprise. is isntt the cabin of the schooner.” ; éertainly wasn't, and he ‘sat up and looked around the ie bed there was &@ rickety table and two chairs standing against ‘the wall, and a washstand, with a bowl and pitcher, near the window. It was a long time before he could understand how he got there, but at length his previous night’s adventure all came back suddenly. | Tle remembered the attack made upon himself and his com- panions in the dark by the warehouse} how he had got sep- arated from the’ others in the melee, and, finally, how he had received a stunning blow on the head that had knocked him silly. “I must have been picked up by somebody and brought here,” he mused. “I wonder where I am, anyway?’ He got up from the bed, feeling dizzy and decidedly weak, on his legs. Looking into the pitcher, he saw it was full of water, so he poured some of it out into the basin and bathed his face and, head. “That feels good. at any rate,” he murmured, as he splashed} the water on bis feverish forehead. ; : Seizing a ragged towel, he dried his fate and found that his eyesight was now much clearer. Then he looked out of the window. Apparently he was in the third story of an old wooden tenement in a poor locality, judging from the rear view ‘he caught of several adjacent buildings. x He could hear the noise of traffic from the street in front, - | and the tooting of tugs and other steam craft in the bay. “This house can’t be very far from the water-front, that seems certain,” he said to himself “I guess I’) go down- | stairs, thank the people, whoever they are, for bringing me here, aud then make tracks for the schooner.” He walked to the door, turned the knob, and was surprised to find it loeked. Looking through the keyhole, he saw the key was in it. “Evidently I'm locked in, and must stay here till some one comes to let me out. TI can’t see why they locked the door. Maybe, it was #n accident.” So Tom lay down again on the bed to ease his head and to await developments. Whether it was the pain that dulled his senses, or sheer weariness, certain it is he presently fell asleep, and did not hear the key turn and the door open, cautiously at first, and afterward to its full extent. : | A thick-set, bearded man entered the room, looked at the boy, and then motioned to some one on the outside to enter. The second visitor was Dave Hawley. « He, too, looked down at Tom Whitney, and grinned maliciously. “He’s been up,” said the man. “How do you know?” asked Dave, His companion pointed at the water in the bowl. “Then he’s only asleep now, and may wake up at any moment. I don’t want him to sce me.” said Dave, retreating to the dvorway. The man Iéoked keenly around the room and then followed young Hawley. “We'll go into the next room and talk,” he said, closing the door and locking it. j The snap of the lock awoke Tom and he sat up suddenly. “What was that?’ Everything was as before he fell asleep. P “I’ve been asleep,” he said. “I wonder how long? I can’t have been a great while for the sun is shining in the same place I noticed it when washing my face, I'll take another face bath and see if I can’t remain awake. Somebody is Mable to come any moment, and if they found me asleep they’d go away, no doubt, without awaking me.” rte He soused his face once more, feeling greatly refreshed, and sat down again to wait. Then it was he heard the sound of conversation in the neighboring room, and one of the voices seemed quite familiar to him. ‘ . CHAPTER IX. ¥ TOM MAKES A BREAK FOR LIBERTY. a “So the boy fs to be shipped aboard some craft bound for a foreign I lea?” asked a foghorn voice... pats ft,” ed the person whose tones seemed familiar — to Tom, though he couldn’t place the individual at the moment, — did you say his name was?” inquired the foghorn. “Tom Whitney.” Tom started as though a wasp had stung ‘and at tbh: same moment the Wdentity of the speaker occurred to him t - “te PPT ey ER en a a

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10 A LUCKY CHANCE. ' “Why, that’s Dave Hawley,” he breathed. this mean?’ Efe was not kept long in the dark, for the partition was ‘thin and the talkers made no effort to lower their voices. “And where does he bail from?’ asked the man with the hoarse. intonation. ‘“Glo’ster.” “You say he belongs to the schooner Polly Ann, now lying at Haley’s Dock?” “That's right.” “Then he uyderstands the ropes, I reckon. It will be safe for me to ship him as an A. B. At any rate, that’s what I'll do. Now whet do I-get for taking all the risk and trouble of this here job? You've only squared up for the heelers I lsext out last night.” “Twenty-five dollars,” replied Dave. “Twenty-five marling-spikes!” roared the foghorn voice. must have at least twice that.” : “But you'll get a wad for shippin’ him, won’t you?” pro- ‘tested young Hawley. “Sure, TP’ get somethin’, but nothin’ as big as you think,” replied the man, cautiously. “Rec’lect, I’ve got to have help, and must hire a-boat to take him to a vessel in the stream; “y and there’s the risk of it all, which is considerable. You can’t shanghai a man these days with the same ease that we used to in days gone by. There’s the cop on this beat to be watched. Then we've got to steer clear of the harbor police, r they might ask awkward questions. I ought to have a undred bones for this job, but I’m willin’ to shave the price some, as things is quiet and I need the money.” “Well, let it go at fifty,” said Dave; “but there must be no mistake about it. He must be sent where he won’t get ‘back in a hurry.” “Ill see to that, don’t you worry, young man. I know a bark that’s bound for Leghorn. She might do, though the crew are mostly Lascars.” . “TY don’t care what they are,” retorted Hawley. “In fact, the worse they are the better dad and I'll like it.” “You must have it in for the young chap mighty strong,” said the foghorn voice, with a note of curiosity in it. “We have, bet your life. He done me out of a good job this summer, and dad and me are both sore over that. Besides, I hate him, anyway. He cut me out of my girl down at Glo’ster. There are other reasons, too.” ,_ . _ “Well, that aim’t none of my business. I’m out for the dough, and I don’t care how I make it, so long as I keep clear of the p'lice. Have you got the fifty with you? I don’t make no move till I have it in my clothes. I don’t b’lieve in tryin’ ‘to collect the price after the job is done. Most people have short memories when they owe money. Besides, I don’t know nothin’ about you, anyway. So stump up if you want me to go ahead in this matter.” : _ “Pm ready to pay up, but I want a receipt,” said Dave. “What for?” asked his companion, suspiciously. “Receipts ds dangerous. I don’t usually give no such ” Sian "ll want to see what I’ve done with his money,” replied e. pied he can’t trust your word he ought to have fetched it _ “Well, here’s your money. Count it and See that it’s all right,” said Daye. ae . __ Tom presumed that the gentleman with the foghorn voice was counting the cash, for a short pause in the conversation * . _ “Right as a trivet,” said the man at length, “You can eS oe se, Die PME. neo, ie, @.seay. Shak, will ip : ou for some time come.” ‘These remarks ~ ~ ed that being followed by a shuffling of feet, Tom and his rascally son are at seems to be to get me out rey “What does all Neer rset su cs rn eS i 133 ‘a There was a @osed window opposite to him across this space. The panes were opague with the grime of months or years. “Tf I could reach that window, and it isn’t fastened, I'd have a chance to escape to the street through that building,” Tom thought. The idea was good, but the question was to reach the window. : While he was considering the matter he heard steps coming up the stairs. Thinking possibly this was somebody coming to visit him, Tom concluded to play ‘possum. ee threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes and simulated sleep. He had not made a mistake, for the key rattled in the lock, the door was cautiously opened, and the thick-set man with the beard entered with a battered tray containing some food for his prisoner. He placed it upon the table and withdrew as softly as he had entered. As soon as Tom heard his retreating steps on the stairs he sprang up and looked at the provender. : It was not as good as he had been getting on board the schooner, for the mackerel fishermen lived uncommonly well for sailors, but it was good enough to tempt an empty and healthy stomach like Tom's. “I might as well make away with that stuff, since it’s that is, the width of the alley. The adjoining house, however, was only three feet away— intended for me, and I’m as hungry as a hunter. It will give me strength to go ahead with some plan for escape.” So the boy seated himself in one of the chairs and polished off the piece of tough steak, the bread and cheap butter, the small boiled potato, and, lastly, the cup of muddy-looking and decidedly inferior coffee. “I feel better now,” he breathed. “It’s wonderful what an improvement a full stomach makes over an empty one. My head feels better, too. I'd give something to know what time it is.” He Seid up at the sun and judged it to be around eleven o'clock. Then he glanced across at the window in the opposite building and began to figure on how he could reach it, and whether or not it was secured on the inside. The alley was deserted and, so far as he could see, there was not a soul in sight, although hundreds of people were passing and repassing along the street not over sixty feet away. Suddenly an idea struck him. He went to the cot, raised the straw mattress, and sa that the bottom consisted of three slats. They were six feet in length, and therefore would easily span the alley. He pulled them out from under the mattress and, opening the window to its widest extent, laid them from sill to sill. Then with beating heart he crawled out on the frail bridge, uncertain whether the slats would bear his weight. If they gave way he would be precipitated into the alley, with every chance of breaking his neck. The result to be achieved, however, he considered worth the risk. He made his way across the chasm, tried the sash of the window, and was overjoyed to find that it readily yielded to bis touch. Looking into the room, he saw that it was filled with various kinds of rubbish. He stepped in, hauled in the three slats, and shut down the window. “There'll be something doing,” he grinned, “when the chap in the other house discovers I’ve flown the coop. I hope to be away from the neighborhood before that time.” He tiptoed his way across the dirty floor, pulled open a door and walked out into a bare-looking landing. “This building doesn’t look as if it was tenanted,” he said, glancing down the stairway. Still, he proceeded downward with due caution and reached @ the second-floér landing. Three doors opened on this. - One was ajar, and Tom peered into the room beyond. ‘ i _ There wasn’t a thing in it but a pile of dirt swept into one corner. as “The house is an empty feeling of relfef. re rae shack ene dt ae a one, for a fact,” he said, with a = a . re

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-— “That’s what puzzles me,” replied the other. A LUCKY CHANCE. 11 Then he continued on down to the first floor, his footsteps raising echoes in the silent building. cone the main entry, he, walked forward till he reached a door. It was not locked, and Tom opened it a little way and looked out. He found the empty building was a rear tenement, and that to reath the street he would have to cross a narrow yard and then pass through the front house, which showed abundant evidences of life. Half a dozen empty heer kegs rolled into a confused heap | near the rear doer of the front building indicated that the ground floor was used as a saloon. “I ought to have no trouble reaching the street through that place,” thought Tom, after a survey of the premises. Thus encouraged, he opened the door and passed out into the yard. A few steps took him to the back door of the saloon, which he opened and entered. » He found himself in a gloomy passage, with a door to his right and another directly ahead. He walked to the latter, which admitted him to the bar. room itself. ; Only about twenty-five feet now intervened between the boy and the street door, where the morning sunshine was playing on the three wooden steps which led down from the sidewalk, where all was life and motion. Assuming a careless demeanor, Tom started for the door. There was only one customer in the place, a_thick-set, bearded man, who had just finished a whisky and was talking to the barkeeper, a villainous-looking fellow, whose face would have been an ornament to any rogues’ gallery. He stood half facing the back of the saloon, and his eyes mechanically fell upon Tom Whitney as hee crossed the floor. As the boy came well into the light, the bearded man regarded him with a sharp look, which gradually assumed one of surprise. With a smothered oath he suddenly left the bar and planted himself squarely in front of the lad. “Your name is Tom Whitney, isn’t it?’ he ejaculated, in a hoarse voice. Yom started back with an air of astonishment and uneasi- ness. “How did you get out of that room in my house?” demanded the bearded man. : Instantly Tom realized that he was face to face with the man of the foghorn voice. CHAPTER X, OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN INTO THE FIRE, Taking immediate advantage of the boy’s confusion, the bearded man seized Tom by the arms and began to drag him back to the rear of the saloon, at the same time calling on the barkeeper to help him. That worthy was not slow in coming to his aid, and Tom found his escape cut off. 3 The boy, however, was not going to give up without a struggle, and, being strong and wiry, he was not an easy mark to overcome. Had he been able to use his fists, he undoubtedly would have given the men an interesting fistic argument, but, as the thick-set man held his arms pinned to his sides, he was placed at such a disadvantage that the barkeeper easily got a strangle hold on him, and it was then all up with Tom. He was carried into one of the private rooms at the back, gagged and bound, as many other unfortunates had been served before. The man with the foghorn voice then held a consultation with the barkeeper. , oA; The result of it was that Tom was carried down into the - foul-smelling cellar, the repository for full whisky, beer and ale barrels, and dumped into a dark corner. “He'll be safe enough here,” said the barkeeper, holding a bit of candle for the bearded man to make sure that Tom’s bit of candle for the bearded man to make sure that Tom bonds were not likely to give way. “How did he get away from your place?” ‘S had him locked in a third-story room overlooking the alley. Besides, did not think he had any suspicions that he was being ‘ined against\his will, other than the fact that the door as locked. He must have crossed over into that empty house behind 3) some way. I'm going up to see how he man- r d to , t Sait ? F ~ atdan i. AF i. oe es. at; * rs — - Ce “He can stay here all day, and aifter dark I'll help you get him back to your premises,” said the barkeeper, as they Walked away, ascended the stairs and: replaced the trap-door. “I’m afraid my name is mud now,” thought Tom, dismally, in the solitude and darkness of the cellar. “They’ve got me dead to——” “Hello!” A cheery voice came out of the gloom close by, to Tom’s amazement. The boy would have answered the hail if it had been in his power to do so, but the wad of cloth which served as a gaz prevented him. He did the next best thing to show: that he was alive— he squirmed around on the floor and: beat his bound feet against the wall. “What’s the matter, matey?’ said the voice. use your mouth?” Tom thumped the wall again. “If I warn’t triced up myself, like a fowl sent to market, I’d come over and pull that gag out of your mouth,” said the voice. “However, if you'll have patience, maybe I'll be able to free myself after a while, and then I’ll set you loose, too.” Then followed sounds that indicated a struggle on the part of the other prisoner with his fetters. Tom’s momentary discouragement had now given place to a thrill of hope. He wondered who this other unfortunate was, and why he was in the cellar. “I’ve got one hand free,” spoke up the voice again. “I'll be rid of the rope in a jiffy now.” Five minutes elapsed before the man,spoke again, and then there was a ring of satisfaction in his ‘tones. “I've got the dern things off at last,” he said. Then he got up and walked over to where Tom lay. He put his hand in his pocket, drew out a match and struck “Can’t you it. Tom looked up and saw a well-built, good-natured-looking young fellow of perhaps twenty-one bending over him. “Well,” laughed the other, “they have got you tied up to the queen’s taste. They meant to make sure that you wouldn't give ’em the slip. Now what’s your name, and who are you?” he added, after taking the cloth from Tom’s mouth. “I’m much obliged to you,” replied our hero, gratefully. “My name is Tom Whitney, and I live at Glo’ster. What's your name?” ; George Field. I hail from Nantucket. I was discharged from the bark Saranac yesterday afternoon, and was bound’ home, when I ran into a smooth-spoken chap named Chudley, who steered me into the saloon above for a drink, and the next thing I remember I found myself tied up down in this hole. I was drugged, and it isn’t hard for me to see through! the game that was played upon me. They mean to ship me, aboard some outward-bound craft and collect the blood-money. I ‘suppose you're in the same boat, matey?” “Yes,” replied Tom. “Then ons a sailor, too?” ; “I belong to the Glo’ster fishing smack Polly Ann, which is taking ice aboard at Haley’s Wharf to-day. The mate jof| the schooner !s dead sore on me because I got the berth he, wanted for his son. So he put up a job on me, and this is‘the result.” “So that’s it, eh?” said Field, who all this time was loosen- ing the rope that bound Tom’s arms and legs. “Well, I guess you and I ought to be able to put up a stiffish fight against these shanghaiers. There, now, get up and shake yourself.” Tom did so; then the two companions in misfortune sat down, each on a beer keg, to consider the situation and plan their escape from the cellar. ‘ “[ don’t believe that trap is secured,” said Field. “Wa might get out that way and then make a sudden rush ‘for, the street door through the barroom. We'd be on the side-_ walk befere any one thought to stop us, and then we'd ba | safe enough for these rascals, I guess.” : “I’m with you,” replied Tom. “If it comes to a fist fight | I can hold my own.” 3 f ak “AN right. We might as well make a break at once. Wa can’t get out of this place any too soon to suit me.” byt pidge At that moment the trap was raised and fell back with a bang, and a pair of legs was seen descending the steps. Field grabbed Tom by the arm and drew him back intq_ the corner behind a whisky barrel. ce a * 1g: { the As his hand sipped over the edge of the is fingers came in contact with a bung-starter. ! ”~ a rg ee

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A LUCKY 4 td seized it and held it in his hand, ready for instant ‘ action. The intruder was the barkeeper’s assistant, who had just come on duty and knew nothing about the prisoners in the cellar. f. He had a candle in one hand and a copper two-gallon meas- ure in the other. He made his way to a barrel that had a spigot in it and proceeded to fill the measure with gin. Tom and his companion watched him from their place of concealment. As soon as the man had filled his can he blew out the light and left the cellar. ¥ “Now.” said Field, after they had waited about five min- utes, “let’s make a start.” - The speaker led the way, with Tom close at his heels, up the steps to the trap. Field cautiously raised the trap and looked around the little i, back room, that was furnished with a plain round table en- , circled with four chairs. There was no one in it, so he pushed the trap up and stepped out into the room. : Then he held it for Tom to make his exit from the cellar, ‘after which he let it fall back into its place without a sound. “So far so good,” he said in a whisper. “Wait till I take a __-peep.into the barroom.” * a There were half a dozen longshoremen lined up at the bar, who were being waited on by the barkeeper and his assistant. Several other customers sat around a couple of the tables ‘drinking lager. “Take a look yourself,” said Field, making way for Tom. While they were thus engaged a face appeared at the win- dow behind them, which overlooked the little yard. It was the countenance of the bearded man. What he saw evidently surprised him, but he was a quick thinker and accustomed to facing emergencies. bY, He ran around to the door of the passage communicating _ with the barroom. At that moment Field said: “Are you ready for a dash, Tom? We've got a clear path to the door and the barkeepers are both engaged.” “I'm ready,” replied the boy. ; ies follow close behind me, and we'll be outside in a They’ emerged from the litte room, and Field made a run _ for the door, gaining it easily and springing upon the side- haa AS. Tom started to follow him the bearded man flung open _ the passage door and intercepted him. “The shock was felt by both and they. rolled together on the € The bearded man had the advantage of the situation, as sage? just what he was doing, while Tom thought the col- was purely accidental. It t cate took 2 moment or two for the boy to realize that was being held down by a pair of powerful arms, and he to get away. this time the racket had attracted general notice in the a barkeeper. came eo F to see what the a I “ere, Brannigan,” said the penpaee tan, “give me a hand. hen I luckily Foner $0 Dh a arr dats oer “Managed to get loose.” — “with him in that room, and prob-|; did the trick. Get another in two minutes Tom knew rope, was all up. and and CHANCE. a = A SS ES TE ER EE ES = TA ES police can find him if they go through my lodgings. I ought ‘to have taken him there in the first place. But better late than never. Help me carry him into the yard.” Between them they bore Tom into the small yard. “Wait till I get on the fence, then boost him up and get back to your work.” In two minutes the thickset man was dragging the boy into the rear of his house. He yanked his victim down into the cellar with as little ceremony as if he was handling a sack of potatoes. Striking a match, he lighted a lantern that hung from a nail in a cross-beam. “Now, my slippery friend, I think you'll find it mighty diffi- cult to make a third attempt to escape. I had no idea you were quite so lively, but I have your wings clipped this time.” He opened the door of a good- -sized closet, bent: down and lifted up the entire floor, which worked on hinges, revealing in the lantern light a kind of ship’s ladder. Down this he carried Tom in his arms and laid him on an old mattress, which nearly filled the narrow, cell-like en- closure. -“There, my cock-sparrow, if you can get out of this place you'll do better than any one ever did before. You're right on the level with the river, and one of the city’s sewers runs alongside your head. You can amuse yourself listenin’ to the rush of the water. dark or later. Whether you stay here a day or a week will depend on circumstances.” The bearded man took up the lantern, ascended the ladder, closed the trap and was gone, leaving Tom in the dark and a prey to very discouraging thoughts. The only sound that broke the silence of the cell was the flow of water in sewer close by his head. “This is the toughest deal I’ve ever been up against,” thought the boy. “Just as I thought I was going to get clear off that rascal turns up and queers me. Talk about hard luck! The only chance I see is that Field will bring the po- lice down on the barroom next door, and that, not finding me there, they may search the neighborhood and discover this vault, for that’s what it looks like.” Hours passed and nothing happened to break in on the monotony of his imprisonment. Tom finally gave up all hope of a rescue and resigned him- self to whatever fate had in store for him. At last the stuffy atmosphere of the cell overcame him and he fell asleep. He awoke at last to a stupid rouination that a light was flashing in his face. The bearded man was standing beside him, with a lantern in one hand and a cup of coffee and two sandwiches perched upon it in the other. He placed the articles on the floor and then proceeded to loosen one of Tom’s hands, “Now, then, be lively,” said the man. “Eat those sand- eos and pour down that coffee, for I can't stay here all Tom had a notion to refuse, but thought better of it as he wit he had an appetite sharpened by a whole day’s fast- So he ate the sandwiches, which tasted good, and diutalowred the coffee. “The man watched him with a gleam of satisfaction in his = He picked up the dishes and the lantern and remounted the ladder, witbont. taking the trouble to tie the boy’s arms jiggered!” oxciainet the barkeeper. “T| again. Tom watched bis os in a dreamy 9g Be unre There seemed to a buzzing soun ead, and a queer feeling benumbed his faculties. He made one effort to rise on his elbow, beat something pulled him back on the mattress. Then his senses fied, and he lay after that like a log. breath- ing thickly. It was hours after that when he opened his eyes, not in the darkness of the cell, but in the dingy gloom of a vessel's: forecastle. ies He bers B- upon one of the eight bunks that lined ~ two. ag of early morning was sifting through the . sides of The dull slow. three bardy-looking, mysdioe * their bunks. oo eT eg Y’ll fetch you somethin’ to eat about

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ee ee F a A LUCKY CHANCE. 13 Tom lay looking at the ceiling of the smoke and dirt be- grimed forecastle for some little time before he came to un- derstand the situation he was in. Then he realized the truth. He had been shanghaied, and was aboard some outward- bound craft. . Well, he would have to make the best of a bad job. There was lots for him to learn, for he had no experience on board a square-rigged vessel, and he guessed he would haye a rough time learning it, especially if the man with the foghorn voice had shipped him as an A. B. At this moment there was a thumping sound on the deck above and a hoarse voice roared down the scuttle opening: “All hands on deck! Look alive, my hearties! Tumble up! Tumble up!” This hail aroused the slumbering sailors and they tumbled up in a hurry. Tom, feeling that he might as well face the music now as later on, followed them up the short ladder. The second mate, after giving the boy a sharp look, set him to washing down the deck with the others. Tom soon found out that he was one of the crew of the British bark Wanderer, of Cardiff, Wales, which had sailed from Boston Harbor early that morning. The vessel was now off Boston Light, heading E.N.E. We will not dwell on our hero's first experiences on the vessel, but simply say that he found he was not by any means in a bed of roses. At six bells (three o'clock) in the afternoon watch an in- cident happened which unexpectedly terminated Tom’s con- nection with the bark. : The sky was overcast, and the wind was coming out of the east, when the lookout announced a sail in sight. “Aye, aye! Where away?” asked the skipper, who was on deck at the time. : “Two, points off the weather bow, sif,” was the reply. “Run up and see what you make of her, Mr. Bruce,” cried the captain, hailing the second mate, who was forward. “Well, what is she, Mr. Bruce?” he asked impatiently. “I make her out to be a dismasted schooner, with a flag of distress flying from a jury foremast,” replied the mate, from his perch half-way up the lower ratlines. . “Aye, aye, I haye her now,” said the skipper, bringing his glass to bear on the derelict. He ordered the bark’s course changed a point to the east- ‘ward, and with every sail drawing the Wanderer bore down on the disabled craft. yale Fifteen minutes later the skipper ordered the lashings - thrown off one of the quarter boats. “Take two men with you, Mr. Bruce, and keep your eye on the weather. I don’t much like the looks of the sky. I believe there’s a fog coming up.” The mate stowed a small keg of water anda case of bis- cuits in the boat, which was already swinging at her davits. _ He called on Tom and another member of the crew to man the dayits, for the schooner, which, on closer inspection, seemed to be waterlogged, was now close aboard, “Phere doesn’t seem to be a soul aboard of her,” said the eaptain to his first mate. “They may be below, sir. She’s got a jib and fores’l to keep her head before the wind,” observed the mate. “The helm’s i to the weather bulwarks. Not a stick left but the the mainmast, and the spar for’ard rigged as a jury ” +r “Lower away, Mr. Bruce,” said the skipper. eir oars and pulled for the schooner. 1 close under her quarter the mate hailed, but re- ved no reply. = in several times. | |. answer being received, he ordered the rowers to pull e in. and he seized a line hanging over the wreck's side. Whitney,” he cried to Tom. “Shin up, take a and don’t lose any time over it. If there’s, no ) first of ale i “I guess there isn’t any tse looking in the fok’s’l.” he said to himself. “The whole crowd seems to have dusted out.” At that moment he thought he heard a shout from. the mate in the boat. He started to return to the deck, when suddenly a heavy saan struck the wreck and forced her over on her beam ends. : Tom was pitched to the floor of the cabin, and, his head striking against the leg of the stationary table, he rolled over unconscious. CHAPTER XII. IS FOG AND DARKNESS. The squall was of short duration, and the schooner soon righted, after taking a few barrels of water into the cabin, which swirled around Tom’s head and brought him back to consciousness. A dense fog came up in the wake of the blow, and when the boy reached the deck the air was so thick all around il was impossible for him to see a dozen yards in any direction. He looked over the side to see if the boar was still there, though he-did not expect to find it; but it wasn’t. The truth forced itse.f on his mind that he was alone on the abandoned schooner, many miles from the nearest land, and in the grasp of a heavy fos. The chances of an early rescue seemed to be yery slight. If he could find nothing to eat on board he might float. around on the surface of the ocean until he perished of starva- tion. The prospect was certainly not a cheerful one. Tom sat down on the top of the short companion ladder: leading to the cabin and moped for an hour or two. It would have been bad enough if he could have looked out on the four quarters of a sailless waterseape, but to be hedged in by a mist as thick as pea soup was dismal and dis- couraging beyond description. ‘ Then on top of all came the cravings of a healthy stomach. At last in utter desperation Tom started on a tour of in- vestigation. - His most pressing object was to try and find something that he could eat. He found the pantry of this vessel was in the cabin—a small end room. It showed evidences of having been pretty well cleaned out by the crew when they took to the boats. Boxes of preserved meats and vegetables had been pried open and their contents gone. Cases of crackers had been similarly treated. Tom found nothing but fragments of stuff which had been opened previously for general consumption, or had been dropped in the rush to get away from the vessel. There was enough to satisfy his hunger for the -present, and, as there was a breaker three-quarters full of good water, his hopes rose a bit, and he returned to his lonesome seat feeling somewhat better. As the hours. went by the fog showed no disposition to lift. Tom got tired of doing nothing, so he lighted a lantern he found in the pantry and started in to look about the cabin. In a locker under one of the bunks he discovered a sextant, several charts, an old-fashioned, loaded Colt’s revolver, five or six boxes of fancy crackers, that were particularly wel- come to him; a jar almost full of preserved ginger, a lot of shirts, underclothes, socks and various other articles. In another locker be found, in addition to an assortment of underwear, several books, a watch and a leather pouch containing a handful of gold and silver coins, amounting to eighty dollars. : on Tom then went forward and looked into the forecastle. | It was a dingy, gloomy place, fitted with rough bunks, filled with the crew’s bedding and some of their personal belong-— Pe : > 3] "h Hed ide and he h. e boat was pu around on the other s a e hailed = i oe ea ile tobe af tos ce had closed in, and the fog had grown thicker, if anything. _ ‘Whether the derelict was drift'ng in toward the coast, or further out to sea, Tom, of course, could form no idea. % Asa matter of fact, however, both the fog and the vessel g the iron-bound coast of Maine—the former

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14 A LUCKY CHANCE. ‘For that reason he did not care to risk going to sleep in the cabin, but got a mattress from one of the bunks on deck, with a couple of blankets to roll himself up in, and then lay down. The slight rise and fall of the schooner, together with the wash of the water against her sides, lulled the boy to sleep, and for several hours he lay in sweet forgetfulness of his un- pleasant situation. The wind rose a bit after midnight, and, acting on the jib and reefed foresail, propelled the derelict at about four knots an hour toward the coast. As morning approached the wind grew stronger, causing} the schooner to roll sluggishly from side to side. On one of these occasions the yessel dipped more than usual, and Tom was sent sliding and floundering into the scupper. Naturally he woke up, and for a moment didn’t understand just where he was. ; The schooner then heeled over in the other direction, and the boy grabbed a rope that his hand came in contact with to save himself from slipping down into the opposite scupper. 2 By the time the derelict righted once more he got on his eet. ; It was as dark as the ace of spades and the fog was just as thick as ever. “There seems to be quite a stiff breeze blowing,” he said, as he made his way back to the stump of the mainmast, against which he had been sleeping. “It’s a wonder it wouldn’t break up this fog. Hello! What’s that?” TT ge a new and most peculiar sound, seemingly right ahead. A weird, bellowing noise, that rose and fell, and rose re again, each time a little louder than before. It was not like that of any living creature he had ever heard or dreamed of, but rather the menace of some _ hor- rible monster unknown to earth or air. “What can that be?” he breathed, in some little alarm, for to his frightened fancy the palpitating atmosphere around ‘him suddenly seemed to be alive with ghostly shapes, that formed and dissolved and reformed again. If the rattled boy saw anything at all, it was the eurling masses of fog disturbed by the puffs of wind. All the stories of hideous shapes that dwelt beneath the ocean waves, and all the old legends of the sea his father had related to him, while they both used to stand together at the tiller of the sloop Martha Perkins, came to him now and sent the chills crawling up and down his back. Solitude and night and a thick fog, far removed from hu- man kind, inevitably produces in the mind strange effects. All ordinary reasoning and common sense go astray. Tom clung to a fractured piece of the broken mast and gazed with bulging eyes out into the thick air, every nerve on the tingle as his ears listened to that strange, indescribable bellowing sound that was evidently approaching the vessel. 3 As it grew louder and more distinct another sound, which ‘his practised ears recognized as the surf beating upon a - Stretch of rocks, mingled with it. “The schooner is drifting ashore,” he muttered. “We shall be on the rocks before long, and then I'll have to swim out for myself. Oh, that it was daylight!” As if in answer to his appeal, he soon began to notice a lighting up of the air behind him. \ As the moments slipped by the pall of darkness took on a grayish tinge that heralded the coming of another day. The fog, however, showed no signs of dissipating. _. Nor did that disquieting bellowing sound cease, but rather increased in intensity, just as the hollow roar of the surf be pn in volume. ‘om Was now satisfied the terrifying noise’ shore that the derelict was approaching. Then all at once he reasoned out the cause of it. - ‘The schooner was drifting in upon the Maine coast, which is one of the most inhospitable in the world. At the base of many of the high cliffs, where the ocean surges beat came from the from him and he was himself ‘more. _ Then, too, morning was on fast, and the boy felt world quite so blessed as Taig teeter tea ror. eh at Mears T ahideng tre ey alt i 3S. tied. ete Bs a > i oan php: To make the outlook still more encouraging, the fog seemed to be thinning out. “I wonder what part of the coast we’re going ashore on?” he asked himself. “I hope there’s a bit of beach that I can reach. If it’s nothing but headlands I will stand a mighty poor show for my life.” | The bellowing sound was now dying away, as if the tide had either risen or fallen to a point that did away with the ; action of the air in the cavern. The sun now rose above the water horizon, and as if the | fog took this as a signal to disperse it rose and melted away westward. ; | Right ahead, within perhaps a quarter of a mile, lay a | small green island, almost surrounded with ugly looking reefs. The schooner was headed as straight as a die for a narrow opening between two low cliffs. : This channel led right into a kind of almost land-locked basin. c , It was a silent and picturesque spot, and from this basin Tom caught the low moaning bellow which, when at its height, had so alarmed him in the dark. Six or eight miles away, with other islands between, lay the coast of Maine. From the trend of the current Tom saw that the derelict would either pass between the cliffs into the basin or strike the rocks close by. In any case he felt sure of reaching the island without | hazarding his life. CHAPTER XTII. A GHASTLY DISCOVERY. Tom did not know the name of this little island the schooner was closing in on, nor, for that matter, did his ignorance on the subject worry him. “Any old port in a storm,” as the saying is, was what he was looking for, and good dry land, even an island several miles off shore, was preferable to the deck of a disabled vessel which a sudden change in the wind was likely to drive off to sea again. This island, however, was called “The Horseshoe,” or Horseshoe Island. because it resembled a horseshoe, with the points drawn close—that is, it seemed like an attempt on the part of nature to inclose a small portion of the sea within high, fir-covered walls. At the points of the horseshoe was a narrow channel con- necting the enclosed water and the outside ocean, and through this the tides fiowed fiercely; but so protected was the inner basin that scarcely a ripple disturbed its surface. The influence of this narrow channel evidently extended out some distance, to account for the fact that the schooner | seemed to be drawn right for the entrance to the horseshoe. Tom was soon satisfied that the derelict would pass through the entrance, and consequently he had no further anxiety for his own safety. : He descended the companionway to the cabin, and, grab- bing a box of the fancy biscuits, as well as the jar of pre-. served ginger, with a spoon to dip the sweet stuff out, he returned to the deck to eat his breakfast and watch the progress of the schooner. The derelict glided right on toward the mouth of the horse- shoe, just as if some unseen power was drawing her into the little landlocked haven. : Ten minutes more and she shot between, the twin projec- tions, so close to both as almost to scrape her sides upon the rocks. sat fs The impetus carried her over to the further side of the basin, where her broken bowsprit bumped gently against the irregular wall of rock which formed a sort of amphi- theater all around her. \ Then she floated off to one side of this placid retreat and gradually came to a complete rest under a recky shelf, upon which Tom at once sprang with a feeling of great satisfac- tion. ‘ There he finished his .breakfast, while gazing down into— the basin and around upon the green shrubbery, that looked resplendent in the morning sunshine. He made one discovery from tkis point that made his heart beat with joy. ; . A Floating close to a narrow patch of beach on the opposite arm of the horseshoe was a staunch-looking rowboat. That seemed to solve the problem right away of how was to reach the main shore. how “Luck is beginning to turn my way at last,” he TSR pie

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A LUCKY CHANCE. 15; a feeling of relief. “I won't have to remain on this island aj further side and close to the wall a .huge, flat rock, a Moment longer than I care to. Thank goodness for that, for| which lay a pile of something that glittered in the lanter a few boxes of crackers and a jar of preserved ginger is| light. : : not exactly what I should care to adopt for a regular diet, “What’s that?” breathed Tom, as he took a step forward even while they held out. There onght to be some clams| to get a better look at it. around here. When the tide goes down I'll hunt for them| At that moment his eyes, now grown somewhat accus; and have a decent meal,” tomed to the semi-darkness, rested on the floor formation Tom lost no time in waiking around the top of the rocky} near the flat stone, and he caught sight of two grewsome- wall and then descending to the bit of white beach in order| looking objects, locked in a half-embrace, that caused him to to secure the boat. give a gasp of horror. : He was delighted to find a pair of oars in her, and he} The roots of his hair began to tingle, as tHough each in-+ rowed her to the schooner and secured her. dividual one was beginning to rise and stiffen out. He went into the cabin, where he took possession of the/ In desperation he held the lantern forward at arm’s length revolver, the pouch of money, the sextant, which he knew/ and beheld, prostrate there beside the rock, two shriveled he could dispese of for several dollars, and sundry other| and blackened corpses. articles of value, including a watch. He made a package of everything but the watch and money, ER XIV. and depesited it in the boat. reach ’ - toe. =a Falken to a high rock on the island, mounted “4 GoLp! GoLp! ¢oxp! and viewed the distant shore as well as he could to deter- “Great t!” sped Tom, as he gazed with horror on mine what point he should make for when he pulled out of ia thas oiaae an reduced to Skeletons in that darkj _ the basin in the rowboat. cavern. « He could see no houses or other evidences of civilization pses, from whose bones the clothin: at that distance—nothing but a long line of cliffs, with pitta tr cemener anna that a tragedy had been embihen parent indentations; but. he had great hopes of finding sors before in the cave—a fatal quarrel, probably, between| way up some bay or small river to a town or village, whence two strong and well-built men. he would be able to make his way to the railroad. As if to remove any doubt on that head, a heavy, old-fash- He made out one sail in the far distance, but whether the ioned pistol and a long, wicked-looking knife, both thickly; craft was heading that way or not he couldn't tell. covered with rust, lay close beside them. By the time he had taken all the observations he wished “Those two chaps evidently fought it out to a finish,” the tide was well on the ebb, and once more he heard the|preathed the startled boy. “That must have been fifty years) bellowing noise rising out of the basin. ago, from the looks of them now. This sight is enough to, He thought he would go and see just what made this give a fellow the nightmare for a week.” sound. The impulse was strong on Tom to turn from the ghastly; So he returned to the derelict, and, boarding the small|tableau and fiy from the cave, and he was about to do so, beat, rowed in the direction of the sound. when his eyes fell upon a score or more of tarnished pieces of! It came from a point near the patch of beach, which was| metal resembling money that lay upon the floor. . now much wider, owing to the receding of the water. A couple of them lay directly at his feet, and instinctively; He grounded the boat and looked around among the weed-|he stooped and picked them up. -covered rocks that a little while before had been covered with Rubbing them on his trousers, Tom saw, with a thrill of sat- water, ‘ isfaction, that they were twenty-dollar gold pieces. Suddenly he found himself staring at a dark opening be-! Dropping them into his pocket, he advanced another step, neith an overhanging shelf of rock not two rods away. and gathered up several more. Getting down on his hands and knees, he looked in. The greater part of the scattered coins lay under or behind; It seemed to be the opening to a marine cavern. the corpses, and the boy felt a natural repugnance to disturb-| He crawled in a short distance and came to a pause. ling the ghastly remains. _ The hole looked larger inside, and as his eyes grew'ac-| Despite that, however, he hated to leave the money behind) eustomed to the gloom he could see that it sloped upward./in the eave. His curiosity was excited, and he determined to explore it} As he stood there undécided, swinging the lantern to and further with a lantern. fro, his eyes once mpg yey bh little heaps of glisten-' right o ing metal on the top of the &. reached to considerable cetent oe Pe found the fide ad) ng ee vniat "he breathed, as he raised the lantern above his That fact put him in mind of the clams he expected to| head to get a better look, “I believe that’s money, too—heaps| find in the mud, so he deferred exploring the cavern until) of it.” he had secured the shellfish. ' The very thought of such a thing sent the blood coursing Having dug up as many as he thought he could eat, he|quicker through his veins. : gathered some dried brushwood and bits of wreckage to-| And it must be all gold—golden double eagles—just think, ‘gether, made a fire and roasted them. : of it! They tasted uncommonly good _ under the circumstances and| Here was wealth within his reach—probably thousands of, he didn’t leave a single one. - ¥ dollars, _ Then he lighted the lantern which, with a box of matches,| Tom drew a long, wistful breath as he gazed fascinated at/ he h&d brought in the boat, and cautiously made his way/the tarnished money. over the slippery rocks to the yawning entrance, now fully; The desire to it overcame his fear and disgust at exposed, of the sea cave. the presence <_ C prince We ietde h Boland bs cae y ; What will not a pores Not. the faintest whisper issued from it now. “There is money enough there to make mother, Ruth and I' . ¥ ‘The stillness of death reigned all about the little The only sound that eouke be heard anywhere Sty he he: comfortable for life,” he muttered, moistening his lips with ing and falling roll of the surf on the rocks outside. the fet om Ve ——— one peg he : Sa eG hm f a better o it than after it has lain _ Yom stooped under the archway of the rock and stepped neglected here all these years—goodness knows how many. It, Lan g¢ the Nght of the lantern around, the refiection|is clearly mine—all mine!” : _ showed the cavern sloped sharply upward. Dashing forward, Tom thrust his hand into the tarnished ae Oe: 4) i : _ Carefully on his hands and knees, supporting himself by | mass. - one hand, he crawled up the incline until the floor became { ze and then he stood upright. os ' ' arknes: ern - re ag

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A LUCKY CHANCE. en gS SS EES RL TY METER DML DIRS Sar EER MSE TER “Aye! Hundreds of pieces, with milled edges and sharply ‘defined faces. : Five, ten and twenty dollar pieces—largely the latter. Where had it all come from? ‘ Who had accumulated such a quantity of American money? And how had it been acquired? Honestly or—and Tom glanced down at the skeletons. Accidentally he moved one of his legs forward. It struck the ribs of one of the corpses. Instantly a strange thing happened. The perfectly shaped skeletons crumbled into shapeless dust, leaving only a few shreds of moldy cloth, a handful or two of coarse hair, and several scattered teeth on the floor in the midst of the dust to show that the ghastly remains of two men had ever existed. Tom was paralyzed for a moment at this sudden collapse of the dead; then he drew a breath of relief that they had van- lished forever from his sight. , With his boot he gingerly knocked the dozen-odd coins away from contact with the dust of the dead men and greedily pocketed them. ; Then he gave his attention once more to the piles of coin on the stone. “How shall I take all this money away?” he asked himself. f He thought of the empty boxes in the schooner’s store- Toor. “I will get several of the smailer ones, fill them with the coin, and nail covers on them. That’s what I’ll do,” he said eagerly. Having decided on this course, Tom lost no time in putting fit into execution. | Before leaving the cave, however, he filled every pocket with golden double eagles and then made his way down the decliv- ity to the entrance. He did not notice that the tide had turned and was rising jonce more—all he thought about was rowing off to the dere- \lict and procuring the boxes to hold the fortune in money he had so strangely discovered. Tom found several boxes that were small enough to be easily peng when full of coined money, and he carried them on eck, It was then he heard that strange bellowing sound again as the tide surged into the opening to the cavern, He didn’t think anything of it then, for the sound had lost all its terrors for him; but when he rowed to the patch of beach once more he saw to his disappointment that the en- trance to the cave was rapidly covered by the rising water. “I can’t get in there for several hours now,” he said, “un- less I swam in, and then I couldn’t get out again with any of the money until the tide went down once more. I’d rather amuse myself out here in the open air than be imprisoned in that ghostly place. There’s no hurry, anyway, as I guess this island is very seldom visited. I think I'll see if I can get a ew clams before the water gets too deep.” He managed to dig enough of the shellfish for a meal, and, Starting a fire, cooked and ate them in connection with a package of crackers. The gold pieces he had already brought. out of the cave amounted to nearly one thousand dollars, all in twenty-dollar jpieces of dates previous to 1860. He passed away the time cleaning them of the tarnish which disuse and the salt atmosphere of the cavern had tinged them with in a greater or lesser degree. ang placed it in the He made a small package of this lot bow of the boat, beside the other bundle. _ Then he devoted the larger part of the afternoon to walking _ over the island, or sitting on its most elevated part watching rsa! of fore-and-aft craft that passed up and down the ' coast, ‘ When he returned to the shore of the basin he found the hole uncovered and the tide rapidly falling. He waited impatiently for the hole to widen so that he could wade in, and then, taking one of the boxes under his arm, he returned to the cave. _ Hyerything looked just the same as when he had been in here before, and, without wasting a moment in counting the give Buck Hawley aud jeast his crafty son for the injury they did me in Boston, since it has led me to the discovery of this fortune. Had I made my escape that morning with George Field I should in all proba- bility be aboard the Polly Ann now on the way to a new fish- ing ground to face another siege of hard work for a half share’s recompense. Strange how things work out in this world.” He had brought a hammer and nails ashore with him, and for the next twenty minutes he employed himself nailing the covers securely on the eight boxes. Then he stowed them in the rowboat. By that time it was after sundown, and Tom decided it would be foolish for him to leave the island that night. So he dug up’ more clams, cooked and ate them with a great relish, for he was feeling like a bird. After that he rowed the boat alongside the schooner and took special care to tie her so there was very little chance of her floating away. r “TI call this taking fortune on the wing,” he said to him- self, when he had got a pair of blankets on deck and lay down to sleep under the star-lit sky. “It was a lucky chance that carried me to this island. Mother will now be able to pay off the mortgage, and we shall have loads of money in the bank. I mean to have a fine schooner built and go into the coasting trade on my own hook. No more working for other people after this. I'll buy an interest in some good fishing schooner, too, if I get the chance, and have other people work for me. If father was only alive now he could retire from business and live on the fat of the land for the rest of his life. I wonder if Amy Wilson will be glad to hear of my good luck? One of these days I mean to——” The words died drowsily upon his lips, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep to dream of caves filled to the ceiling with golden coins, and every bit of it all his own. CHAPTER XV. TOM LEAVES HORSESHOE ISLAND. “ Tom awoke with the sun, and, finding that the tide was down, he rowed to the beach, dug up another mess of clams and made a breakfast of them. ¢ “T shall never see a clam after this but it will put me in mind of this island with its treasure of golden coin. I’d give something to know who those two dead men were in their time, and how that money came to be in the cave. Looks as if they might have robbed a bank or got the money in some other questionable way. They must have quarreled over the division of the spoils, then one of them stabbed the other mortally, and was in turn fatally shot. They died locked in a death grip, and so the money, however they came by it, did them no good. It’s-funny it should have remained all these years undiscovered in that cave. And yet I don’t know that it is so remarkable, after all. This island, on account of the, dangerous reefs, and the absence of any special object in landing here, is rarely visited, I guess. Then who would think of entering that hole under the rocks? If it wasn’t that I felt a curiosity to find out just what made that bellowing noise I gever would have investigated it myself. And, come to think of it, I didn’t find out, after all. I guess I shan’t bother with the subject now. I discovered a much better secret than that —a truly golden one—and so the cause which gives rise to the noise doesn’t interest me any longer.” Tom had retained about three hundred dollars of the gold in his pocket to meet any emergency that might arise, and now, as the sea was smooth, he got out the oars and rowed away from Horseshoe Island, which had proved such a mine of wealth to him. : Two hours later he was off Narraguagus Bay. After pulling up a mile or two he saw a small catboat an- chored at the mouth of a creek. There were a man and boy aboard engaged in fishing. ' Tom pulled within hailing distance and inquired where he was. They both looked at him in some surprise. “Don’t you knew you're in Narraguagus Bay?” asked the man, ; Tom shook his head, ‘ ’ “Where did you come from?” ‘care “A waterlogged schooner that went ashore on an island out yonder,” , eee a ve island?” i ’ = “T don’t know the name of it. I’ve never been so at Aerts before.” ° ’ ea “What did the island look like?” “A circular island with a.small harbor Mies

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< . A LUCKY CHANCE. 17 SS Ooo Oo eee “That's the Horseshoe,” spoke up the boy. The man nodded. “Where's the rest of the schooner’s people? On the island?” “No. I was the only one aboard when she struck the island.” As the man seemed much interested in this statement, Tom ; pulled alongside and told how he had been carried off against | A week later Tom Whitney sighted Cape Ann, and in a few his will from Boston aboard the English bark Wanderer; |hours he rounded Eastern Point and headed up toward Glou- how the waterlogged schooner had been sighted late in the}cester harbor. afternoon of the day but one previous; how he, the second| He had hugged the shore as closely as he dared all the way mate and another seaman had been sent to board her; how a\up from Narraguagus Bay, and, having encountered several sudden squall had come up, followed by a fog, after he was|spells of uncommonly rough weather, had been obliged to on the derelict’s deck, and he was separated from the boat,|lie at anchor at various sheltered spots along his route. CHAPTER XVI. DAVE HAWLEY’S AUDACIOUS ACT. and, finally, how he had reached the island harbor, after drift- ing all night through the fog. “You seem to have had a hard time of it,” said the man. “Oh, I'm not kicking,” replied Tom, with a satisfied grin. “What's the nearest town I can strike?” » “The nearest town is Harrington, on the railroad. But it’s ten miles from here—rather a hard pull for you. If you don’t mind staying by us for a couple of hours I'll tow you up there. Tl lend you a line and you can help us fish.” Tom agreed to this friendly proposition, as he did not care to pull the ten miles under a warm sun unless obliged to do it. It was about noon that the catboat got under way for town, and during the trip it occurred to the boy that if he could buy a good sailboat he would prefer to return to Gloucester by water, on account of the boxes of coin, which he wished to have under his own eye constantly, on account of their value, for it was possible some accident might happen to them if shipped by rail. “Do you know whether I could buy or charter a sailboat in this neighborhood?” he asked the fisherman. “Why, yes, there is a good boat that you could get if you had two hundred dollars in cash to pay for it. It’s easily worth double that sum—in fact, I believe it originally cost about six hundred dollars. I am acquainted with the man who owns it, and who has been advertising it for sale. I'll take you around to his place, where you can see the boat and ‘make the best bargain you can if, as I said, you have the money to pay down.” ' - “fT have the money,” replied Tom, quietly, “and if. the boat is worth the price asked I'll buy it.” Accordingly the fisherman put in at a small creek three miles below the town, and in a very short time Tom saw the sailboat moored alongside a small landing-place. A bargain was finally struck between him and the owner, Tom getting possession of it for one hundred and eighty dol- lars, which he paid over in gold coin, much to the astonish- ‘nent of the seller, who wanted to know where the boy got so much gold.” _ “That needn’t worry you, sir,” replied Tom, “so long as you are satisfied it is real can: money. I came by it honestly, all right. I live in abate and am going right back there by water in this boat.” 3 He obtained a bill of sale for the boat, made out in due form, and then, taking his rowboat in tow, followed his friend the fisherman on the catboat back to the mouth of the creek, where he parted from him, and laid a course down the bay - -teward the Atlantic. : Shortly afterward, seeing that he would pass close to a small island, he put in there and transferred his boxes and bundles to the cabin of his sailboat. After leaving Narraguagus Bay he laid his course for a large island inshore to the southwest. -* ‘He met a fishing boat on his way and obtained a couple of fine, fat mackerel, likewise the information that there was a small hamlet on the inner shore of the island in question. © ‘-He safled around the island till he came to a wharf, whgre he moored his boat. . piece in payment, — a fire on the beach and cooked one of the mackerel for his - Junets, he made a very satisfactory meal—the first real good bara “aie “7s oe 4 _ Then he went up to a general store he saw there and bought several dollars’ worth of supplies—enough, he calculated, to keep him until he reached his home—tendering a ten-dollar Ps - After sailing seaward till he reached the outer and unin- - habited part of the island, he hauled in ashore again, made _ As he now had fresh bread, butter and various other ad- since fate ‘separated him from the Polly arse pie ongnectevaie, south- Tom was mighty glad to get within sight of home at last. He did not believe that Captain Kedge had had a chance yet to ‘notify his mother of his mysterious disappearance at Boston, because the Polly Ann had scarcely had time to return from her second trip to the mackere] grounds. It was a warm, sunshiny afternoon, and a stiff breeze was blowing up the bay. : The Sunday-school Tom attended was having a picnic on an island near the mouth of the harbor. The steamer that had brought the party down in the morn- ing was tied up at a small wharf on the lee of the island, while the young people, with their teachers and friends, were scat- tered all over the place. ’ Amy Wilson and Ruth Whitney had both come to the picnic; so also had Dave Hawley. Young Hawley had come down in a catboat with a crony of his, and had tried, with poor success, to square himself with Amy. . About the time that Tom had rounded the cape, several miles below, Hawley and his chum were sailing around the picnic ground in the eatboat. , They were circling the southern shore of the island, when his companion called his attention to two girls who were pick- ing flowers just back of the beach. ‘The girls had strayed away from the rest of the picknickers, and Hawley recognized them at once as Amy Wilson and Ruth Whitney. ; “Say,” he grinned to his crony, “suppose we put in to the beach and make them two girls come out with us down the . bay a bit. I heard you say you liked Ruth Whitney, but that she gave you the icy mitt; now here’s a chance to get back at her. I’ve been aching for a chance to get square with Amy Wilson, and here it is all cut and dried for me to take ad- vantage of. Are you game to do this?” soe His friend, whose name was Perley Moore, hesitated as he thought of the possible consequences of running off with two girls against their will even for an hour or two, but finally agreed to take a hand in the project. Ne Dave immediately headed the catboat for the beach, land- ing under a low bluff where the preoccupied girls could not well wat here, Perley,” said Dave, hiding behind the bushes; “they’re coming this way. When I give the word we'll pounce upon them, run them down to the boat and push off before they have a chance to put up much of a kick. It will be great fun—for us, at any rate. I'll have the satisfac- tion of making Amy take a sail with me. They'll both have to make the best of it until we choose to land them.” is “Where shall we take them?” “A mile or so down the bay. the matter we'll take them all the way back to town in the boat instead of landing them at the island.” The two young rascals waited impatiently until Amy and _ Ruth. had aa within a few feet of them, when they sprang : , out and seized them. The girls screamed and attempted to run, but they hadn't a we ost of a show to get away. Negi om enpetore they had recovered from their consternation they were bundled aboard the catboat, the painter cast off and the craft headed down the bay. Se “Now will you be good, Amy Wilson?” chuckled Dave, glee- fully. ioe “How dare you treat us in this way!” exclaimed Amy, dignantly, as soon as she found her yoice. “Take us: ba the shore,” she demanded, with a’ stamp of her little foo. “We will not,” replied her persecutor. “You're going # sail with us.” é eS “I don’t want anything to do with you. I ante Fe there!” cried Amy, with tears of resentment welling fh Seon i 0 ony of tw hs s sister inthis way.” If they get too cranky over —

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18 ————— A LUCKY “I’m not afraid of his gettin’ back in a hurry,” replied Dave, — that both Amy and Ruth looked at him in sur- “What does he mean, Amy?” whispered Ruth, uneasily. _ “Oh, he’s just trying to worry us about nothing,” replied her chum, with a curl of her lip. Am I?” sneered Dave, who had overheard her. “Just keep on thinkin’ so. I was at Boston last week when the Polly Ann put in there to sell her fish. The day she hauled in to the wharf to take on ice Tom Whitney disappeared. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been knocked down along the wharves by some of those water toughs. If they didn’t toss him into the bay, after robbin’ him, they put him aboard some foreign vessel bound out to sea. Such things are done all the time.” The way Dave uttered the foregoing remarks almost con- vinced the two girls that something had happened to Tom. Ruth turned white with fear, while Amy’s heart stood still for a moment with a secret apprehension. “You know you're not telling the truth, David Hawley,” she cried earnestly. “You are just tantalizing us—trying to worry Ruth here. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.” Dave snickered. : “Well, wait till the Polly Ann gets back to either Boston or Glo’ster, and then see if he’s aboard of her. If he is, I'ma liar, and I’ll agree never to bother you any more, if you don’t want me to.” “Oh, Amy, do you think anything has happened t Ye . asked Ruth, tearfully. ‘3 ee Sra pucar “No, I don’t,” replied Amy. “I don’t believe a word this boy says. He’s down on your brother because——” Then she stopped, slightly embarrassed, for she easily guessed why Dave Hawley hated Tom Whitney. Hawley laughed jeeringly and nodded his head significantly. If the young rascal had known that the sailboat he saw right ahead coming up the bay was sailed by the boy they were talking about he would have hauled in his horns a bit, as the saying is, turned the catboat about and made back for the island as fast as he could go—a much surprised and discon- certed lad. “Are you going to take us back to the island, David Haw- ley?” asked Amy again. “Sure, if you behave yourselves.” “If we behave ourselves! I like that!” replied Amy, indig- nantly. “I request that you turn back at once. If you don’t——_” “Tf I don’t, what then?” asked Dave, mockingly. “You'll regret it.” “I don’t think I will,” replied Dave, incredulously. “Who's goin’ Lee si me for just givin’ you girls a pleasant sail down the bay _ “You've carried us away from the island against our wills,” protested Amy. “Qh, forget it. A sail will do you good. When we get good and ready we'll carry you back and land you at the steamboat saw it was useless to argue with him. He was the boss of the situation; they were a mile from the i , and he was evidently bent on having his own way, - go she said nothing more. For fifteen minutes the catboat kept on its way, the wind to grow stronger every moment. was full of whitecaps, that leaped over the bow of and flung spray into their faces. and Ruth, knowing nothing of Hawley’s ability to man- craft, began to grow more and more disquieted as the catboat further over under the wind. “I wish you’d turn back, Dave Hawley,” Amy said at length, in a tone of some concern. “It’s getting very rough. If this boat should upset out here we'd all be drowned.” _ “Don’t you worry. It won’t upset,” replied Dave, confi- dently. “However, I’m willin’ to go back, as I guess we've 3 far enough.” ‘He spoke to Perley, and then moved the tiller to come about. heads, girls, and then jump over to the other ducked and made a spring for the other side. did so a sharp flaw struck the sail, tore the sheet ched to the boom out of Dave’s hand, and away went the out of his reach. all might wind Seat eto CHANCE. It happened, however, that when the catboat careened Amy — pet balance and in the twinkling of an eye went over~ oard. Her shrill scream was heard by Tom Whitney, whose sail- |boat was only a short distance away at the moment, and who happened to be watching the catboat to try and make out who Were aboard of her. In a moment he sprang to his feet in great excitement. “One of those girls has gone overboard,” he cried, turning his boat’s head in the direction where the accident had hap- pened. “I must save her.” He bore down on the spot where Amy had disappeared, at the same time grabbing up a line to throw to her. Presently he saw her head appear above the surface a short distance away. He threw the coiled rope at ber as straight as a die, and then seized a boathook. a ge line fell about Amy’s head, and she instinctively caught hold of it. ‘Tom threw the boat into the wind and then pulled in on the rope, drawing the unfortunate girl up to the side of the boat, when he reached down with both hands and pulled her into the cockpit. “Amy Wilson!” he cried, as he recognized her. “Tom!” she gasped, and then sank back exhausted in his arms, By this time Dave Hawley had recovered the boom and had thrown his boat into the wind, too. . As the two eraft came almost together Tom recognized his sister as well as the two boys in the catboat. He was astonished beyond measure to find Amy and his sis- ter in such company. At the same time Hawley was amazed to behold the boy he supposed to be far away at sea by that time. “Ruth!” cried Tom. “Oh, Tom!” exclaimed his sister; “is that you? aboard.” “Sure I will,” and he did it in short order, without exchang- ing a word with his enemy. : The two boats then fell apart. “Look after Amy, Ruth,” said Tom, deferring an explana- tion for the present. “You can take her into the cabin. Get Ries her wet clothes and put her in one of the bunks. That may prevent her from catching cold.” Before the sailboat got abreast of the island where the picnic party was, Ruth came out of the cabin, after attending to Amy, and told Tom the story of how Dave Hawley had treated them. Her brother was pretty mad and threatened to haul Dave over the coals. Then he had a long story to tell Ruth about his adventures since leaving home, which was hardly finished by the time he ran alongside a wharf at the town. Ruth hurried to Amy’s home for dry clothes for her chum, and when Amy was once more dressed she couldn't thank Tom enough for saving her life. © “Don’t say any more, Amy,” he replied, in a happy tone. “I’m only too glad I was on hand to render you this service.” Tom sent the girls home, hired a cart and had his boxes of treasure carried to his house, where he was received with open arms by his astonished mother. : ‘ He told his story more completely at the tea table, and when the contents of the boxes were revealed his mother and sister could scarcely believe their eyes. A week later, when the Polly Ann anchored in the harbor, and Captain Kedge came ashore to break the news of her son’s disappearance to Mrs. Whitney, almost the first person he ran across was Tom himself, looking as swell as a nabob’s heir. Whe news soon circulated through Gloucester that the Whit- neys had received a legacy, for they sold the humble cottage and went to live in a much more pretentious one, where they had every comfort they could wish for. Tom bought a fine schooner and went into trade on his own hook. He was successful from the start, and was regarded as one of Gloucester’s rising young citizens, In the course of three years he married Amy Wilson, which happy event took place last June. Next week’s issue will contain “THE ROAD TO SUCCESS; OR, THE CAREER OF A FORTUNATE BOY.” |SEND POSTAL FOR OUR FREE CATALOGUE, Take me the coasting

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‘ Women in England are wearing “Proud-of-Him” badges. These badges are made of metal, enameled in colors, with the design of the Union Jack. They are inscribed either “Husband with the Colors,” “Son with the Colors,” “Brother with the Colors,” or “Father with the Colors.” _ A pup that bit A. Thompson, of Berkely, Md., on the hand pulled off and swallowed a $200 diamond ring. Thompson bought the pup, worth about 10 cents, from H. R. Rogers, the negro owner, for $10, after much dickering, took the dog home and killed it, and the diamond ring was found in the stomach. The sting of a bee caused the abandonment of two church services. The Rev. C. E. Hamilton, of West Liberty, Ohio, went to the relief of his horse, which was attacked by bees. One of them stung the preacher on the eyelid, causing the eye to swell shut and become so painful that he had to cancel two preaching engagements. The horse was not injured. as The Island of Romblon is, for its size, one of the most. prosperous and thrifty of the Philippine Islands. Its population is about 35,000. It has three profitable indus- tries which yield a good annual return to the people after paying for the principal food staple of the people—rice— which is largely imported. Copra, white marble and burl hats are the exports which account for most of the island’s prosperity. : The British Government now is in the possession of complete data concerning practically all of the inhabitants of Great Britain, the registration forms having been col- lected Ang. 16. Twenty-seven million forms, duly filled out and signed, were handed to the volunteer collectors on the morning of Aug. 16, All visiting aliens were com- -pelled to register in the same manner as the British sub- jects. Little Mrs. R. S. Jacober, brown-eyefl, brown-haired and rosy-cheeked, is the only woman in the country who runs | her own hay baler. She is a professional hay baler and takes contracts for baling barley, hay,.bean, straw and al- falfa. She travels over southern California within a hun- dred miles of her big ranch at Newhope, Orange County, and “puts over” thousands of tons in a season. Six men _-work under her on the hay press. And she works with ‘them, just like another man. Sometimes she pokes the wires and sometimes she climbs up on the baler and feels _ with a pitchfork. = Se LAS. ja ix ; 1d directory of Honolulu for 1915 - brings to light the shortest name. It is that of a Ha- _— waiiany as follows: “T, fisherman, Waianae.” The diree- tory =makets that Honolulu’s population has i ad to 67,010. The population of the Island of ‘The recently-issued FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. CURRENT NEWS undergone a fusillade at the front. They all bear marks aire SS a> 3 oS a. 1 . . ~~ 2 oe aA ea : Fe clusive of army and navy, is placed at 95,164, and the population of the territory is estimated at 215,675, The army and nayy forces in Hawaii come to about 9,000, divided as follows: Three regiments of infantry, one regi- ment-of cayalry, one regiment of field artillery, nine com- panies of coast artillery, one company of engineers, one detachment of signal corps, and a large number attached to the quartermaster corps. The first organized religions movement in the United States to previde a national defense organization will be launched in Philadelphia, when the directors of the Drexel- Biddle Bible classes announce their plans for training their members ‘along military lines. The idea, according to Anthony J. Drexel Biddle, father pf the movement, is to form a military organization for peace purposes rather than for war. Eighty thousand members of the Bible class in thirty States of the Union will be enrolled. Thou- sands of these pledges have been sent to churches: “We, the undersigned, are American citizens. We promise our God to protect the flag and the honor of the United States of America with our lives.” More than 2,000 sig- natures have been obtained by Mr. Biddle, and he said that fully 10,000 more were in the hands of the speakers. George M. Getechow, secretary of Phillips, Getschow & Co., Chicago, is quoted in The Daily News as stating that _ he is a stockholder in a firm which is making 100,000 6- inch shells for the United States army, and that the Ger- man Government, like the Allies, is purchasing munitions of war in the American market. “As to the American or- der, I am not at liberty to disclose the name of the firm, further than to state that the contract is worth about $640,000,” Mr. Getschow is quoted as saying. “A month after the war began this firm ordered 150 lathes for mak- ing shells, but they arrived only recently. This firm. has no orders from the European belligerents, I have seen some of the German contracts,” continued Mr. Getschow. “That Germany is a buyer is common knowledge among manufacturers. Most of the shipments to Germany are made on Norwegian and Danish steamers.” z ys The Paris Intransigeant states that the French Govern- ment is now providing with all possible rapidity steel hel- mets for the soldiers at the front. Three hundred thou- sand of them have been already distributed, and others are being supplied at the rate of 25,000 daily. ‘These — casques, which closely resemble those used by the ‘old time sappers, are painted gray, the same color as the ar- tillery, and are hardly visible at a distance. Already specimen casques have been received in Paris after having of bullets which would have killed soldiers wearing tl a regulation cap. ~A small device, hardly visible, disti e guishes the different corps, for instance, a hand g : for infantry, a hunting horn for chasseurs, an anchor for 4

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THE NINE =ea + FAME. AND -FORTUNE:. WEEKLY. WONDERS REY: SEN THE ROUGH RIDERS OF THE DIAMOND FIELDS By GASTON GARNE (A SERIAL STORY) CHAPTER XX (continued) The next morning after their arrival in.the city, Tom Was very. much surpr rised by receiving a visit from a couple of young ladies. He went to the parlor to. receiye them, Ei and found that one of them was the cousin of Henry Cop- pinger, the friend of Parry Parton, whose mother they had met in St. Louis. She had sent him a splendid bou- quet in the latter. city, with a complimentary message about his style of pitching. -“T amon a visit to my cousin, Miss Allman,” she said . ite Tom, and she introduced her cousin who was a young lady scarcely less beautiful than herself. ! “I was so sorry to hear of your injury,” she continued. _ . “Thank you,” he replied. “It was about the worst kick Tever got in my life It turned out that the entire Kansas City team were kickers, except their pitcher. He peers to be a nice sort of a fellow.” “Our home team has a splendid pitcher,” said Miss All- man, “and our people are quite confident that your team will not have a very easy time with him.” _ ~*That’s what we like to hear,” he laughed. “for we like te have every home team backed up by their people, be- cause we boys are out for all the money we can pick tp _ this season. Gh “Ts that what you are playing for?” Miss Ceppinger ‘ yh, we enjoy the fun as well as anybody, IT guess, and the more so when we win.” _*T am going to bet a box of gloves on the game to-day,” d Miss Coppinger, “and if you don’t wip I shall think mee have played a mean trick on me.” — ‘Are you betting with a young man?” he asked. se she BaP ee “and my cousin here has bet with ; she betting on ‘as?” “kh is betting against you, because she has never you play.” I hope she hasn’t bet anything more than a box for she is going to lose. I would advise you,” + Senet, double ge bet, if you can 7d bot anything +See team here, because | tag ane ab a ein aa ca ae ea tors assembled that a beautiful young lady from St. Louis was acting as mascot for the Nine Wonders. i “Oh,” she laughed, “you’re going to take the Wellington side of it?” “Of course we are.’ “No, Mr. Kmnatt,” said Miss Capiptser, “T noticed you limping badly as you came into the room. How in the world will you be able to play when you are so lame?” “Oh, that’s easy enough,” he replied. “I pitch with my hand, not with my foot.” “Don’t you expect to run bases ?” “Oh, no. I'll simply let the pitcher pitch me out so as to avoid the necessity of trying to run. If you'll be my mascot to-day, I think it will entirely offset my lame- ness.” “Really, do you mean that, Mr. Knatt?” “Yes,” he replied. “Would you mind wird as mascot for our nine?” “No, I would be glad to do so, but if Pan should lose ‘| I'd never hear the last of it, however long I might live.” “Oh, don’t have any fear on that score. You must ride in the carriage with us, and give each one of us a red rose to wear at the beginning of each inning.” “Why, that would take a bushel of roses,” she laughed. “T guess we ean get them, and I will ask Mr. Parton to see to. it at once.’ “That’s a good idea,” said Parry, when Tom told him about it,” and I guess she is about the prettiest girl that will be on the grandstand.” He lost no time in securing an abundant supply of red roses. ; When the nine lJaft their hotel to enter the carriages that were to convey them to the ball ground, each one wore a big red rose on the left breast of his uniform shirt. Miss _ ie Pa sat in the open carriage alongside of Tom, | whilst Parry and Teddy occupied the seat in front of them. When they reached the grounds they were received with — uproarious cheering, during which Parry conducted Miss — Coppinger to a seat on the ahead that had been re- served for her; The news soon spread among the thousands of specta- a For many minutes before the game was called, every- body was gazing at her. She stood it bravely, and when the visitors went to the bat she threw a rose to each one. cae They were gathered up by. Eddie ‘Mera who

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FAME AND BORTUNE WEEKLY. 21 _ the pitcher with a cool, self-possession that plainly told he was not afraid of him. The Cleveland pitcher had invented a curve of his own, which he believed would puzzle any nine the first time they _ Tan up against it. He had not caleulated, however, on the ability of the _ Nine Wonders to follow a ball as it approached with light- - ning-like rapidity. The first ball sent at Teddy he watched closely, and quietly let it pass into the hands of the catcher. He knew exactly what it was. ' “One strike,” called the umpire. The second delivery was the same sort of curve, but _ Teddy smashed it with a crack like a pistol shot, sending ’ it whizzing over the pitcher’s head half way between cen- _ ter and right field. It was too low for either center fielder _ or right to reach a position to catch it, ahd yet too high for either baseman to stop it. It struck the ground beyond them and bounded on to the limits of the field. Teddy’s speed as he dashed past first base and sprinted for second excited. the wonder of the multitude. He reached second by a slide. “Well, he is a wonder,” exclaimed several on the grand- _ stand. He rose to his feet, brushed the-dust from his uni- _ form and waited for Patten to send him on to third. _ Billy also let one ball pass him in order to study the _ eurves of the famous Cleveland pitcher. _ The second one he smashed high, but it was caught. He - carefully laid down the bat and made a profound bow to it that provoked loud laughter. “Dick Crenshaw picked it up and smashed the first ball delivered way out to right field. Teddy dashed for third with the speed of a deer, whilst Dick stopped at first. _ Eddie McCoy was the next at the willow, and fanned the air with it as he missed the first ball. “One strike,” called the umpire. The second delivery caused him to thrash the air again. - “What's the sapyter with you, Eddie?” called out Teddy ee third base. 4 “Tm merely exercising myself so as to smash it hard,” he replied. “When the third ball came, he ivatnad it with a keen, like crack that sent it bounding along the ground to- ward center field. He sprinted for first, whilst Teddy _ broke for home as though shot out of a cannon. He reached while the ball was high in the: air, coming to inter- Sh seeing which, Eddie dashed for second with the deer. , look at him!” ecaeed a strong-lunged sport in the “J never saw such gravel pulling in all my life!” ‘he ball. reached the home plate just as Eddie struck ‘He started towards third, to the intense astonish- nt of the home team. Quick as a flash the ball was sent i him off. He wheeled and dashed back to second nin pike eon ee ‘The third baseman. hy to hile the ball was pi aD ees pfs as awe The crowd roared encouragement as he made a tre- mendous slide, but he was put to sleep within a foot of the prize. CHAPTER XXI. “HE CAN’T DO IT, FOR OUR MASCOT IS LOOKING AT THE PITCHER.” The crowd rose to their feet and cheered with the wild- est enthusiasm, notwithstanding the fact that he had ‘lost a run. But it was such a splendid play, and was lost by such a narrow margin that everybody seemed to regret his failure, Several of the Rough Riders lifted him to their shoulders and ran around with “him in honor of his pluck. Jack Tilman next-went to the bat, smashed a high ball into the hands of the left fielder, and the nine retired to the field, followed by uproarious applause on all sides. Tom entered the box and quietly waited for the batsman, who had a look of expectancy on his face. The first ball he delivered was what he called a leather-wing, for while it went swiftly it had a fluttering, puzzling course that ac- tually staggered the batsman. He let it pass him and the catcher got it. It was quickly thrown back to the pitcher, who hurled it back at the bats- man with a startling suddenness that found him unpre- pared for it. Again he made no strike, but the umpire called out: “Two strikes.” As the catcher was making no failures, he knew that he must hit the next ball or be pitched out. So when it came at him the third time he struck at it, but missed. “Three strikes and out,” called the umpire. The batsman quietly dropped the willow and retired, re- - marking to one ef his comrades: “He’s a puzzler.” The next one who took it up struck at the ball but missed, and again the catcher got it. He struck again, and again fanned the air. In the third delivery he struck the bottom of the ball, . and sent it bounding over the heads of the catcher and um- pire, landing it against the tally board. “Foul ball,” called the umpire. It went back to the pitcher, who sent it again at the home plate in a swift, zigzagging course. The batsman simply thrashed the air. “Two out,” called the umpire. ‘The home team was staggered, for they had never run up against such balls before, nor had any other team, waz those who had faced him in the game. The third man at the bat struck blindly, and to hisown surprise smashed it out to right field. He quickly got to first, where he waited for the next man to put it to second _ peety ¥ or farther. He couldn’t help wondering how he managed to hit the ball, but the applause of the crowd assured him _ that his reputation as.a batter had gone up several degrees. The next had two strikes called on him, and then made a hit that sent it skimming along the ground toward center ‘field. He Semin its, WIS eae ere second, where he went down low gataaites $05: Pranks s SRG rene ey hous a ad be cnsimed

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. ITEMS OF A FOUR-FOOTED FARM HAND. Warren Rice, of Solon, Me., has a shepherd dog that he considers worth $1.50 a day to him, or the. price he would pay a hired man, says the Kennebec Journal. Teddy, the dog, does much of the work that a hired man would do. When Mr. Rice goes off to work into the back field, a mile distant, Teddy goes with him. If Mr. Rice is cutting wood, when a tree is down and his master is cutting the limbs from it, Teddy grabs hold of each one ———————————— ; INTEREST Such procedure, however, is allowed only when silk moths are needed for breeding purposes, since in emerg- ing, the moth pushes through the head end of the cocoon with its head and legs, after having moistened it with a secretion which tends to rot the fiber, thus rendering it useless for reeling and of value only for spun silk. In order to reel the cocoons, they are first immersed in | boiling water, and brushed to rid them of the loose outer filaments. The true thread is then unwound almost to and as it is cut off pulls it away and runs back to get an-| the chrysalis, but the inner lining is far too fine to be other limb. When noontime comes his master will say, “Teddy, we had better have dinner,” and Teddy goes to the Ronee: where his mistress has put up the dinner in a pail, and takes it back to the woods. He and his master eat dinner together. Mr. Rice lives back a little way from the main road, and when the mail comes Teddy runs to get the paper and brings it home. NORDICA’S TIARA SET WITH PASTE. Mme. Lillian Nordica three years ago, just before start- ing on a concert tour of the world, called on Mrs. Adolphus Busch, wife of the then head of the Anheuser-Busch Brewing Company, St. Louis, and borrowed $10,000 from her, giving as security a pearl necklace and a tiara sup- posed to be set with diamonds. Following the litigation in New York over the estate of . the singer, who died at Batavia, Java, last year, an expert examined the jewels, which are in the brewery safe in St. Louis, and announced that the pearls are_genuine and are worth more than the amount of the loan; but that the stones in the tiara are Paste. Mrs. Busch is now in Germany, and members of the family refuse to discuss the matter. It was stated they did not wish to give the impression that Mrs. Busch asked for the jewels as security, as Mme. Nordica “insisted « on leay- ing them with her. SILK-WORMS. The egg of the silk moth is about the size of the head of -- ca small pin, and hatches in about ten days’ time into a tiny worm. Its growth from this minute form takes about a month, during which time it develops into a worm about wee adios as rena gm earthen Peete 2 thickness. - Upon reaching its maturity, the worm stops feeding and ; begins to crawl about the trellises in search of a place in reeled and is used with the outer waste in the manufacture of spun silk. A single cocoon strand is too fine for commercial use and is therefore combined with several others to make a single thread of reeled silk. One pound of six-ply reeled silk will reach a distance of about 180 miles. The moths desired for breeding are allowed to break their way out of their cocoons, and after mating lay from 300 to 400 eggs, dying soon after, having completed their life cycle. CONCERNING ANIMALS. Francis J, Dickie in Our Dumb Animals says: “In the territory of Mackenzie, Canada’s largest wilder- ness region which is larger than Alaska and twice the area of the State of Texas, is living the largest single herd of animals in the world to-day. They are the Barren Land caribou and, according to experts, number some thirty million ieee number that makes them greater than were ever the buffalo of the plains. An old prospector tells the following story of the animals: “In the spring of 1911 I was camped at Fort Norman on the Mackenzie River (this point is about 1,400 miles from a railway). The caribou were passing at the time. I was camped for two ‘weeks and all that time, night and day they passed, within a quarter of a mile of my tent. I have no idea how many there were, but they marched in loose order perhaps a quarter of a mile deep and were as far back as the eye could see, coming on, an endless pro- cession. When I left to go up the river toward civilization, they were still coming.’ “Buffalo Jones, Ernest Thompson Seton, and various other noted experts who-have accurate and first-hand knowledge of animals, estimate the herd to be in the neigh- borhood of 30,000,000 head. Soot) “That some day a railway will penetrate through this land‘to the shores of the Arctic now seems likely, in face wg which to spin its cocoon. In from two to five days the -eocoon composed of a single thread between 300 and 700 yards in length is spun. “Within the finished cocoon the silk-worm sheds his skin etn tan eee Seren sare If the cocoon is not put thrpugh a Fen. tani Saadbaennntttrons be rather hard on the patience of some Northern engine is the chrysalis inside, it will uebbiva eupiebiaiilin| su wats er inl. lik tte fermrmnae tae an oe| : Se en while waiting the passing of some of this vast he a ye 9 ee eee. aa . of the rapid spread of railroad building. When this time — comes, will these millions of caribou fare as their brother — animals, the buffalo, did on the great plains to the south- — > ward? It appears altogether likely, as ‘it seems wherever — man goes ihe animals of the wild must perish. It would

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 23 ‘SIX WEEKS IN THE MOON eT | eee A TRIP BEYOND THE ZENITH By ED. KING (A SERIAL STORY) CHAPTER II (continued) - “Why,” cried Ned, wildly, “it will be an easy matter with such a contrivance to establish an electric railroad to the moon.” ‘Exactly !” cried Dick, still laughing. “But first we will go there ourselves and see what kind of a place it is. We want the first chance at the corner lots up there.” Even Prof. Elias joined in the happy laughter of the moment. Their life project of a trip to the moon was near realization. -The author would delight in nothing more than to give to the reader the secret of the construction of the wonder- ful poleograph, which could control the magnetic forces of our atmosphere and that of the moon, and establish connec- _ tions between them, but, alas! he has never been ‘able to ae it himself. ~The young inventor, Dick Rodman, is obdurate, and will not reveal it. In this he may be selfish, or, for aught I know, wise, for it is possible that everybody might con- _ ceive a mania to visit the moon, to the serious depopula- _ tion of the earth, and consequent detriment of realty and _ the sorrow of landlords upon our mundane sphere. _ What a desolate place New York City would be if its population were thus transported to beautiful Luna, or our moon ? No, I think the reader will unite with me in 7 _ allowing Dick Rodman to keep his secret, and content our- selves upon our own footstool while we follow the adven- _ tures of the young inventor and his friends wpon the most _ wonderful journey known to our world. Zz bss AE CHAPTER III. \ i PS ea 1» ‘WHICH COL. RODMAN AND NATHAN DAVIS ARE GRIEVOUS- LY DECRIVED—IN THE MOON. Six months drifted Wy. Col. Rodman met Nathan Davis at his club one day and ey exchanged cigars. Both were in a jolly frame of d, as usual, and Davis turned the fire of his feeetious ks upon a subject once before discussed by them. y, Rodman, that boy of yours has»my boy be- d. I declare, they actually believe that they have mneans of transit to the moon. "Ned take about save As hope they won’t try any ballooning fol-del-rol and get hurt.” “Ha—ha—ha! No danger of that. I joked Ned about it yesterday, and he was as serious as a clock. Do you know they are going to make their ascension this evening from the hill up back of our house?” The colonel’s eyes twinkled. “I say, Nathan, we ought to go up and see it, eh?” “Why not? We'll go up and cheer the boys on. We used to be boys once ourselves, you know.” “Indeed we did! Ha—ha—ha!” ss “Ha—ha—ha !” The colonel bit off his cigar in his moment of amuse- ment, and nearly strangled as the end of it slid into his | throat. Had the two old codgers imagined just how serious their boys were this story would not have been written. One of the most wonderful feats of modern times would hardly have come to record. The boys had moyed the Moonbeam out to the summit of a hill just back of Ned’s house. Everything was all in readiness. Professor Elias had caleulated to a nicety upon the most favorable position of the moon for a start. She rode in the eastern heavens in a perfectly cloudless sky. “At nine o’clock,” he said, “we must be all meni, for the start.” “And we will be,” declared Dick; “let all be on hand.” The affair had been kept profoundly secret. The boys did not know that their parents knew of the starting time. They had left explanative and reassuring letters in their rooms so that the fears of their friends as to their where- abouts might be assuaged. Therefore they were treated to a genuine surprise later in the evening. of the ineredible feat of a trip to the moon met at the ap- pointed spot. 4 All was like day, so bright were the lunar rays. time the boys stood gazing at the distant sphere of wir with profound emotions. Only to think that in a few hours they were likely to be there. se might hever return. What if it = be an Pine Shortly before nine, the three projectors - They were to be in another world, over two hun- — dred and fifty thousand miles from home and dear friends. Fora A

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- fire bells rung and all was terrific excitement. The people ' watched the little speck in the sky until it passed from _ sight altogether. ioe devoted fathers were almost crazy.. Every observatory - Colonel Rodman from the great Lick Observatory in — ; + “Dear Sir—The small star in the zenith, which we have 24 ' FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. Sa EE EE TE eee A dawned upon them. ‘Words cannot explain its true weight upon their youthful souls. Tt seemed for a few moments as if they must abandon the project. resolutions to waver. “Only think, boys! moon !”” Something like a sneeze came from a copse near by. All turned, but nothing was visible. Prof. Elias stepped aboard the Moonbeam. “Come, boys!” he cried, “let us be off. Time is up!” A peal of laughter smote upon the night air. Two tall forms stepped out from the copse. Familiar voices said: “Good-by, boys! May you have good luck. Our respects to Mrs. Moon and her lovely daughters.” The astonishment of the three was beyond description. .. “Father!” gasped both boys in the same breath. Then Colonel Rodman and Nathan Davis were. treated to a most astounding spectacle. There was a whirring sound, and up from the ground rose the Moonbeam, Over the rail cried both boys: “Goad-by, father!” For a moment the two magnates were unable to speak or act. Then Colone] Rodman shouted: “What the devil does that mean? Come back, Dick. You'll break your foolish neck! Come back here, I say. ‘Heavens, Nathan, they will be dashed to pieces !” _ “It’s the work of that erack-brained professor,” screamed Davis. “Ned, you young rascal, come back, or I'll flog you. tad Up and down the two men stormed and raved. But every moment the Moonbeam became ,more and more a speck in the moonlit sky. . Astounded, and hardly realizing that they were in their proper senses, the two magnates saw the Moonbeam reced- ing faster and faster. Then from impotent anger they gave way to despair. Down the hill they went. But Prof. Elias cried: We will be eating breakfast in the The town was aroused, the Then powerful glasses were produced - Across the country flashed the news by telegraph. The in the country was commissioned to watch the course of the Moonbeam. - -» But twenty-four hours ater this Bape: came to or opoeampeaa ie ey iegamn “Colonel: Rodman, Rodmantown -zecognized as beyond doubt the air-machine aboard which Soxinagesbethat on. theix nd ght has been visible at ie point in Andromeda for the last six hours. eh has a ‘Taniched into spades and weabtonns longer 4 My Rls A giddy whirl of uncertainty caused their a. : cert neat with eae which is common to all balloonists. stationary. That terrific upward flight of the Moonbeam none of them ever forgot. On and on madly upward they sped. Not a word was spoken. Dick was at the electric lever. Ned was near him, while the professor had his gaze fixed on the moon, which even now seemed to be growing larger. The flight upward was so rapid that it seemed but a brief time ere the rarefied air gave all a pressure on the chest. This was warning enough. ‘ The steel shell was hermetically closed, and the chemical generator set at work. A glance backward at the earth showed that it was half buried in fleecy clouds. The professor adjusted his telescope and watched the moon. It actually seemed to grow abnormally large. How long it had been since leaving the earth, none could tell. But suddenly the professor gazed at the barometrical gauge on the outside of the Moonbeam, and cried: “Boys, we have reached the space limit. The machine is standing still. Now, Dick, bring out your poleograph.” The Moonbeam was exactly upon the line of terrestrial gravitation and was vainly endeavoring to enter space. The earth was visible at intervals far below through banks of clouds. The critical moment had arrived. It is needless to say that Dick Rodman was not a little nervous as he brought out his poleograph, and, placing it in the pilot-house, connected it with an open tube which opened into space. Then he set it in operation. What seemed like a long brilliant fiash of lightning shot out into space. It was answered by a distant flash of light which seemed to extend all the way to the moon. ~ The professor leaned over Dick’s shoulder with ener gaze and pallid face. He could only whisper: “Will it work, Dick?” “Tt is a success!” replied the boy iny entor, rigidly. “Stand by the parachutes. We shall be in lunar at- mosphere just as quickly as it takes the two poles to make answer to each other.” . What followed was ever after a dim recollection to the voyagers. It was simply this: there was no sense of fric- tion or of motion. Only the moon grew instantly to be a mighty sphere. and the earth—a small dise in the sky. All was bright day. The sun shone upon them and the moon seemed to be rushing down upon them. The pro- — fessor with a gasp unioosened the parachutes. The result was gratifying. The swift gravitation \ was arrested and the Moonbeam — gently dropped through the Lunar atmosphere, until, pass- ing through a bank of yellow clouds, the voyagers beheld — the seas’and continents, the rivers and forests of a new world, and as much unlike the one they had left as could: be imagined. ; Down—down Rape the Moonbeam into the Lamar world. As good luck had it, there was terra firma beneath them and the Moonbeam landed upon a small} eminence. . This, unlike the earth, was not of gravel subsoil or ar ay kind of ordinary stone hike that which our teavelows's mi; have expected. he eee It was in ootal: and a curious ‘spongy mass } aircraft. The earth seemed

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 25 TIMELY The Italian Government has decided to make large pur- chases of meat and grain in the United States, not only for the army. but also for the civil population, according to reports from Rome. The purpose of the authorities is to discourage speculation in foodstuffs, which is being ex- tensively conducted. Since the outbreak of the war the Swedish army has been almost doubled. It now has a total of 540,000 trained men, 360,000 of which are troops of the first line, the re- mainder being Landsturm. New training schools for non- commissioned officers have been established since last Au- gust, in which 60,000 non-coms have been trained. An Omaha press dispatch reports that a torpedo and _ floating mine protective device has been invented by I. B. _ Robinson and James Burge, of Lincoln, Neb., who claim _ that when attached to the sides of a ship it will absolutely _ neutralize any explosion. The two men came to Omaha and explained the device to Senator Hitchcock, who sent the models to the Navy Department. Hooks and eyes, pins and buttons made of brass, nickel or tin, must not be sold in Germany by order of the Gov- _ ernment, according to a London report. The measure is _ said to be designed to preserve the dwindling supply of metals. The report adds that members of the Drapers’ _ Association of Berlin have been notified that they must . consider as confiscated that part of their stock which in- _ eludes the above-named articles. ’ pie Ek: Sa An arrest in Washington, D. C., Aug. 25, which may _ prove of importance, was that of Gustav Kopsch, a Ger- - man reservist, who has taken out first papers as an Ameri- ean citizen. He was arrested by detectives of the United States District Attorney’s office and the Department of - Tustice at his residence in U street, charged with spying upon fortifications and military reservations of the United tates, It is stated that he had in his~possession a suit- “case full of photographs of Fort Monroe, the Arlington wireless station, West Point and other military posts. He ‘was arraigned before United States Commissioner Hanson Jor and held in $5,000 bond. He was unable to fur- -bond and was locked up. Kopsch is twenty-eight ars old and came to this country about four years ago. time of his arrest he was in the employ of the Car- ‘Institute as an instrument maker. — beds i" Vhile the dreadnoughts of the Atlantic fleet were on re- - off Boston Light the other afternoon the famous old ting frigate Portsmouth, which had seen service in all parts of the world, was burned on the mnd flats or’s Island in the harbor here. The one-time he navy took her last cruise in tow of a tug and dat high tide. ee ae ocean Neate Feria Ae we scene wag her historie| good poultices for to furnish the se-| TOPICS quel to a“play constructed around her. In 1856, just be- fore the outbreak of the war between England and China, the Portsmouth, under Commander Foote, stormed the Barrier Forts of Canton, China, because the Chinese had fired on an American vessel engaged in the protection of American commerce. For the last four years the vessel had been used as a hospital ship at Norfolk. The first of the new 14-inch navy guns has been tested at the Indian Head Proving Ground. It is fifty calibers longer than any of the 14-inch guns at present in use in the navy. It is believed that it has a greater, muzzle velocity than any other 14-inch navy gun, and is a more powerful gun’ than the 15-inch gun on the Queen Eliza- beth. of the British navy. Instead of making a model gun, the Bureau of Ordnance was so positive that the plans for the new gun would stand the required test that the entire thirty-six guns which are to go on the California, Idaho and Mississippi were ordered. The expectations of the Bureau of Ordnance were fully realized, as the power, ¢ pressure and velocity of the gun in the test comply in every respect with the specifications. In ordering all the big guns, instead of experimenting with a model, the work of arming the California, Idaho and the Mississippi will be advanced five or six months. It is the first time that such a large number of big guns has been made from plans without the construction of a model or experimental gun. Yo ety Everybody should eat more fresh fruit during the sum- 7 mer, not only because it is so cheap and plentiful, but be- cause it contains valuable medicinal qualities which help to ward off all sorts of hot weather ills. Blackberries, for instance, contain a great deal of iron. On this account they sometimes have a very perceptible effect in making pale children rosy when they eat freely of them. Black currants have a great household reputation as a remedy a for colds and coughs. A couple of teaspoonfuls of black Be i: currant jam are put into a tumblerful of hot water with a : pinch of salt and drunk hot at bedtime. Nature offers us Si few better tonics than pineapple the juice of which con- tains the natural ferments of healthy digestion to a high degree. A famous specialist on stomach troubles is said to have declared: “If you have one foot in the grave and are a nervous wreck from dyspepsia, drink clear pineapple juice.” Grapes are a wholesome and delightful food. They are in the class of demulcents and are highly bene- _ ficial to those suffering from various illnesses. Apples = are correctives, and are very useful in overcoming nausea = from seasickness and other causes. They are also very — - cooling and act as stomach sedatives. Red and white cur- rants, like melons, apples, oranges, limes, lemons and _ gooseberries are also cooling and therefore most acceptable hot weather foods. Both raisins and figs, split open, make — boils. A split raisin, placed over the Soe se * gum, often gives relief to the toothache -_ "=

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= Fame and Fortune Weekly NEW YORK, OCTOBER 1, 1915. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS ANS NINE sian aa slab « Lave d aaa dages in lad egeseos Feng ag Three Months... One Copy Six Months One Copy One Year Postage Free HOW TO SEND MONEY-—At our risk send P. 0. Money Order, Check or Registered reas remittances in any other way are at your risk. We accept Postag mps the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the Coin pg a A Soe piece of paper to ayoid cutting the envelope. Write your name and address plainly. Address ietters to GOOD CURRENT NEWS ARTICLES After a yoyage of 1,800 miles from Unga, Alaska, in a sixteen-foot flat bottom codfishing dory, Thos. R. Thomp- son and John Abrams, Alaska fishermen, sailed through the Golden Gate. They made the trip in forty-five days. Haney E. Wourr, President N. Hastines Wourr, Treasurer Cuanurs E. NyL ANDER, Secretary Frank Tousey, Publisher 168 West 234 St., N. Y. Feeling his left ear tickled, Simon Romig, a farmer, of Readyille, Pa., who was driving a reaper, recently turned his head and looked into the eyes of a seven-foot black racer which was licking his ear with its forked tongue. A bear hunt in-which Everett’s big-game sharks are oc- cupied is in progress near Machias, Wash., where, on the west end of the ranch of A. D. Silva, two hungry and inquisitive black bears invaded and consumed the food supplies of the camp of John Erickson. Mrs. Alfred G. Vanderbilt, whose husband perished on the Lusitania, has had newspaper clippings concerning the sinking of the ship collected and bound for her. Her record consists of ten volumes, each containing 100 pages of clippings. She intends eventually to present the volumes to the library of Yale University. ~ The black hole of Caleutia is the name given to a dun- geon about twenty feet square in which 146 Englishmen were confined oyer-night, and of which only twenty-three were found alive the following morning. All the rest were suffocated or trampled under-foot and killed during the night in the mad fight to get air at the one or two ‘afl holes that Wee left for ventilation. “ eke iettiacwdsiend hese Senator Chamberlain, of Oregon, recently a letter containing published accounts of a dinner held in Portland, Ore., at which two army officers from Fort Stevens were said to have participated in a toast to the German Emperor and wished success to the German cause in war. The letter was referred to Brigadier-General Bliss, acting chief of staff. Mr. Garri- indicated that he at not take bes matter very se- - » the London ‘Daily > headquarters in the pe eee getting froma the 2 ne ee FAME AND FOR UNE WEEKLY, ———~——-} vi field, near Ypres, says that horses appear absolutely indif- ferent to shell firs. “I have seen ploughmen—and plough- women—driving them down a furrow a few hundred yards from bursting shells, and they did not show the slightest concern. The other afternoon I stood at a certain observa- tion post’ and watched the German high explosives. Shells sang wickedly across the fields. Down a country lane came an old farmer and his horses, tramping stolidly to the lit- tle wooden stable as they had done for years at the close of day. They never looked up at the sunset sky when a British aeroplane was also wending its way home, with balls of shrapnel smoke floating in its wake, or paused to regard the greater bombardment just beyond the next farm. That farmer—and doubtless the horses as well— knew the set programme of the day, and it did not trouble them at all. One can become accustomed to anything— even to German shells.” GRINS AND CHUCKLES “Say, papa, if we were living at the center of the earth, wouldn’t we be all funny?” “What makes you think so, my son?” “*Cause this geography says everything there loses its gravity.” “Yes, sir; this is the place where the battle was fought.” ‘ave you any relics of it?” “Yes, sir. John, mold the gentleman about twenty bullets, an’ tell the blacksmith to hammer out a bayonet, quick !” ’ Easterly—I suppose there is an explanation of the many sudden rises among men out in your country, is there not? Farwest—Er—yes; twenty feet of rope an’ a telegraph pole account for the most of ’em, partner. School Teacher—If you had your choice, Willie, would you rather be as wise as Solomon, as great as Julius Crsar, as rich as Croesus, as eloquent as Demosthenes, or as tall as Goliath? Willie—I’d rather be a drummer in a brass band. Aunt Debby (in Delmonico’s)—Did you ever! Corn 20 cents anear! Fried pertaters a quarter a plate! Uncle Silas—It makes me sad. An’ I just sold all my corn to Zeb Hawkins for 30 cents a hundred and my “taters for 50 cents a bushel, I'll lick Hawkins for this! Look what he makes on it! : ; Guest—Has the season been a success? Landlord—I ~ should say so; the sea serpent has been seen twice.in front of my house; ‘beside that I have had three elopements, two . family rows and one shooting affray. My advertising bills _ have been almost nothing, and my hotel has been jeumed all summer. The Boss (to office bint a you locked up the office. early yesterday afternoon and ran off. Now I want to es know what you meant by it? John—You’re always. blam- in’ me fur somethin’, so yer are. The other day when | went home and left the door open yer give me a call do te ts Si ai is Se rcapeeeent

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 27 ss hh s He could not help contrasting himself with the young MAD THROUGH JEALOUSY. fellow, and saw that the contrast was to his own disadvan- tage. Joh eciee Marian was pure as the driven snow, but from that Few people are really aware of how closely mind and wares he distyustes. ber, , ay Se body are bound together, or the extent which each in- he ABR 0 bags gress = Re. of interest to draw bis mind mares over the: Sther: § aay, he rolled eae new-born jealousy about in his mind, The phrase “a broken heart” has for many years been es shegan % beret , i : looked upon as merely descriptive, just as one might say His condition of mind gave renewed activity to his old “The smiling moon.” “ ;enemy—dyspepsia; and that in turn, with its horrible op- Yet there have been cases, and many of them, of literal hes “a1 sais? peR, — on his brain, made breaking of the heart. = nim more gloomy and morose than ever. Under strong excitement, or in the depth of some great He seized on the slightest things as confirmatory of his anguish, human hearts have been ruptured, burst open, suspicions, until finally his wife dared no more mention and death has followed instantaneously. ; her cousin’s name than she would have dared face an angry Thus, I have had men put under my care as lunatics, bull and flaunt a red cloth in his face. and who really were such at the time, whose derangement Her proud spirit rebelled against her husband’s unjust 3 arose from nothing else in the world but indigestion. suspicions, ‘however, and many an hour did the poor girl : Dieted and cared for until their stomachs resume their | bewail her unlucky fate, which had bound her to this more- ; functions in a proper manner, they are discharged, per- than-half crazy man. ; . fectly sane. For Harmond in reality was more than half crazy. _ Again, a man has some mental trouble. What is unfounded jealousy but a species of madness? é _ He is deeply worried. ; She would glance around the rooms of the elegant house : _ He eats a hearty meal. mournfully as she thought that for this she had bartered 5 it does not digest, there is a reaction of its effects, and| her peace of mind, + the brain is upset. One day she went to see her mother. : I have just had a case of nearly this.precise character. Her cousin was ‘there. te Samuel Harmond was wealthy, thirty-five, a lover of) After a while they left the house, and together strolled things, somewhat dyspeptic, and a bachelor. _ | through the grounds, as they had done years before. At this age he first met Marian Jeffreys, a fine-looking} [Up and down the long walks they sauntered, he trying _ woman of twenty, and he fell passionately in love with|)hy cheering words to draw her from her sorrow, fdr he ;. at: knew how jealous her husband was and how she suffered _ Mr. Jeffreys favored the suit of Harmond. through it. ae ge arey® had recently met with Eh, at in’ Tis ‘om There was no word spoken that her husband—hbeing may 200, kcnes DOF at tee! ee inate ga eae right-minded—could have found fault with. It would be just the thing to have Marian settled in Lae ae et ea life, the wife of so wealthy a man as Harmond. For negrly an Wai *% Pe t pi ogeNay See ae ‘Mrs. Jeffreys was a woman guided completely by her grounds, and then Marian ‘elt her cousin. P ° | . . Tt was time for her to return home, she said. ‘husband, and so, though she knew that Marian did not love : ; ; 3 Harmond, she did nothing to save her daughter from the And he, with @ cigar aa @ compazion, watched her dis- t ees appear into the house, and then, with a sad face, resumed a ar oe his walk. 5 rian became Mrs. Samuel Harmond. fe And Ma “Poor Marian!” he muttered. “Oh, that I had re- 3 unk t be imagined that sh lovesi : : ‘Tt must no gined that she was lovesick and} od in time to save her from this marriage. She did’ _ dying with misery. Ps la ‘She respected her husband thoroughly, and was all that care bees rin i ay Seah as ; fear Bi Fe true and devoted wife should be. A snarl, like 5 a theess a Slan ‘But deep ao in her heart there was hidden the ro- pris B oats a Med a Ok Halide, Talia ce mance of al ove. ; < 4 ar “i F # wry CS was for the person of a cousin, a handsome, tall, veel Sa eT he aie were inflamed and dis- ‘3 ; -proad-shouldered fellow. : ; : ees ' "Affairs moved on smoothly in the houschold of the Har. tended and wild-looking, and his expression, in all, was ~ monds until the return of this cousin from abroad. that of a madman. ae "Hie called on the Harmonds on the first evening of his} He had overheard: the muttered words—had probably arrival, and, as was perfectly natural, kissed Marian. _| seen them walking together. m ‘Tt was done in a proper manner, and in the presence of | Before the young fellow. could fairly comprehend all - Fonsbawde <b pe eae this, the rose-bushes were suddenly parted, and Harmond, xps Marian’s eyes were a little brighter than usual, |gnashing bis teeth, sprang upon him. apne there may have been a trifle too much warmth in} So sudden was the assault that,-although much the ran MRR BP Sal pattie » * stronger and better man of the two, the young fellow was borne to the ground. — ar The line of the walk was protected by st “turned -edgewise, xtc ok Rison eatnd Se "Possibly this: may have been seen by Harmond, and ac- sted for this jealousy, for jealous of his wife he be- x : “ Se. oS te oN 9

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- FAME On this the young fellow’s head struck, stunning him, ci2 and leaving him a victim to the ferocity of the madman. - “Ha, ha,.ha! Ho, ho, ho!” yelled Harmond. “You love her, and she loves you, eh? And you walk with her and talk soft words, eh? But you'll never do so again—ha, ha! Never—never !” Sitting astride of the other’s chest, the madman wound his fingers in the hair of the nearly unconscious man. Contracting his arms, he raised the head, then dashed it against the coping with fearful force. Again and again he did this, laughing in a fiendish way all the time. The handful of hair came out in his grasp, but he took a fresh hold, and soon the man became insensible. Then the madman gazed down on the silent figure of his victim. 4 _ “Dead—dead !” he hissed. “Now for her—now for her!” = He arose to his feet, glared about him, then stole from the garden. I He reached home. Beer Marian had not yet returned. ‘ae He crouched in the library ee until he heard her steps. She came at last. He heard her enter the sitting-room. . A fiendish smile crossed his face. ' He stole from the library, across the hall, and with a _ ; bound was in the sitting-room, ae Quick as a flash he flung the door to and locked it, he ~ Placing the key in his pocket. “left the door. She grew ashen-colored as she saw the look of wild + ferocity on her husband’s face and in his eyes. He tore the hat from his head and flung it on the date Be ~. “You grow pale!” he hissed, his sharp eyes detecting __ -» her loss of color. “You grow pale!. Well, you have rea- son to—ha, ha! good reason. So he loves you and you m5 it Jove him? Ha, ha—he’ll never kiss you again—never! : au. ‘See—watch this!” - Va: He seized an elegant work-box from a near-by stand, and, falling on his knees, he clutched it firmly, and bariged and smashed to pieces. F “So! that is the way I served him!” he hissed. “And at is the way I am going to destroy you and everything - in this room—where he kissed you before my eyes.” _ When she looked upon the pantomime and heard his e eae nee heart grew cold and still, and she a r rt against a pillar, and with horror i in her epee itiect te madman as he danced wildly around the room, in his ferocity smashing tables and chairs, flinging on the floor, and then trampling on them. “So "T° crush’ and destroy!” he howled. “Such is the n, and not the husband you ) ew ‘nde la cine, unad: ‘She had heard that demeanor » t mini te em AND FORTUNE Marian had just removed her hat, and turned just as he | it fast and fiercely on the floor until it was all shivered |, A most I deal. And now it is your turn, you who love} - would awe ro and by a won-| ae WEEKLY. You can’t fool me. Do you suppose I would»have spared him if he had said the same? No—no—no!” He stood before her, knees bent, half crouchingly, his fists shaking at her, his hair erect and bristling, nis eyes gleaming, face convulsed, and wild words falling from his twitching lips. Swaying to and fro, as the snake does before he strikes, Harmond drew near the trembling woman, who could do naught to protect herself, could only dumbly await her fate. Nearer—nearer he crept, and then—with a tigerish howl —he sprang ferociously at her. One fearful, despairing cry for help, and then he cut off further utterance. Crash! Some one had broken through a window. Half- a-dozen dark forms followed, and the madman was dragged off his prey. The cousin had been found and conveyed to the house. Cold water dashed over him had brought him to conscious- ness. He told, in a few hurried words, what had hap- pened, and begged that Marian’s safety be looked to; and the result was that the madman’s second victim was saved more than a mere shock and a black and blue ring around her fair, white throat, where the madman’s strangling grasp had been. It was fully two months before the cousin recovered from his injuries.. Six months after, I declared Harmond to be in his sane mind; my treatment had aimed at his stomach as well as his head, and consequently I had been successful. He now realized that his jealousy was sheer ifisanity, and he begged his wife to return to him, but no induee- ment he offered could win her again to his side. “I have lost her through my own fault!” he said, sadly. “Oh, my, that I had not loved her so deeply! But I do not blame her—no—no—it was my own fault!” Poor fellow ! He subsided into a state of settled melancholy, and I saw that he was slowly relapsing, that his mind was again giving way. I told him this would be the case unless he became’ more cheerful. “TI know it,” he said, in a melancholy tone. “Yes, and I’m glad of it, for then I won’t feel this sorrow here in my heart, 2 sorrow doubly hard to bear because I know it is” | of my own making. But”—he paused, and looked anxious- ly at me—“I'm perfectly sane now, aim . 1?” “To all intents and purposes, yes,” I answered. But madness, for all that, was lurking in his body. “T ask, because I want to make my will, ” he told me, The will was duly made, leaving every thing to his. wife, He A month later he was again an inmate of the asylum, — where he remained until his death, which occurred two years later. the wall so fiercely that its effects caused his ae: His last words were almost reasonable: — “It was my fault! J amas aescus sags? ei, se told papa your poems were brain.” “What did he say?” ‘ nga riage Aa In one of his paroxysms he had beaten his head against | 5 ky aes,

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JG -_ FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. NEWS OF THE DAY Pear! Parlmeteer, twelve, of Marinette, Wis., gave proof of woman’s encroachment on provinces heretofore occupied by men when she brought seventeen dead rats into the of- fice of Menominee’s city clerk and asked for the bounty of five cents a head. In the number of rats caught, Pear] is second only to Lloyd Mason, the six-year-old champion of Menominee, who has killed fifty-four rats and collected the bounties on them. Weather forecasts on motion-picture screens were first shown at Birmingham, Ala., in January, 1912, since which time their display in this manner has been extended to 15 cities and at 27 moving-picture theaters. The Weather Bureau is willing to furnish forecasts for this purpose wherever they are desired, but the demand for them is limited by the fact that most moving-picture shows do not open until an evening hour subsequent to the time at which the same forecasts appear in the afternoon news- papers. ; Announcement is made that the National Rifle Asso- ' eiation of America will participate in the Conference on National Defense, which is to be held in Washington Oct. 4-7, immediately following the Grand Army of the Republic encampment. There are enrolled as members of the National Rifle Association, shooting under its rules and regulations, and making annual reports of their work, 500 Government rifle clubs, 110 school and fifty-seven col- lege clubs, all training with the military rifle. Tt is not known just how long mosquitoes ‘can live, but their average life is much longer than is ordinarily sup- posed. Thousands of them live through winter, hibernat- ing or asleep in dark places in barns or house cellars. In sparsely-settled localities, where they cannot find such places for shelter, they live through the winter in hollow trees, in caves and holes under upturned trees; and, even though the temperature may fall far below freezing, they are not killed, but on the approach of warm weather be- come active again. Mosquitoes are frequently seen flying about in the woods before the snow has wholly left the ground. f ‘ « __ American Red Cross doctors and nurses will be with- _ drawn from the battlefields of Europe on Oct. 1 because of _ a lack of funds to keep them there longer, according. to a statement made at Washington by Miss Mabel T. Board- - man, chairman of the Red Cross Relief Commission. It is possible that the two units in Belgium, where the greatest need exists, will be continued, but the other fourteen de- tachments will be recalled on the date mentioned, when . the Am@rican fund of $1,560,000 will be exhausted. In . the work of cleaning up Serbia the Red Cross has used - g58,783 pounds of sulphur, 700,000 bichloride tablets, 4 000 gallons of kerosene gil, 5,600 pounds of formalde a Rear a aes I . 3 er be hyde, 12,200 doses of cholera vaccine, 500 whitewash brushes, 70 bathtubs, 50 stepladders and 11 automobile trucks. 'The well-known English writer, H. G. Wells, wants a corps of a thousand aeroplanes for war service. The war, he savs. has evolved two classes of aeroplanes, a light and swift model for reconnaissance, and a heavier and slower machine for bomb-throwing. With a sufficient number of flying batteries of this kind, he thinks the Allies would achieve the mastery over earth batteries, which are now practically, firing blindfolded. Aeroplane work, Mr. Wells asserts, must remain individual, as it is impossible to transmit orders to large numbers of machines: but he thinks these “flying batteries” should follow bird forma- tion, Hying in triangles, one after the other, thus enabling a corps of machines to cover a ‘territory effectively. The number of ships lost to commerce throughout the world is presented in the statistical summary for 1914, prepared by Lloyd’s Register, which announces that in the course of the year the gross ‘reduction in: the effective mercantile marine of ‘the world amounted to 766 vessels of 1.055.112 ‘tons, excluding all vessels of less than 100 tons. Of this total, 491 were steamers representing 870,662 tons, and 275 sailing vessels of 154,450 tons. The reduction was due to those lost, broken up, condemned, etc. The sailing vessel record is practically the same as in 1913, but the loss to commerce of steamers represented a total of 338,000 tons higher than for the preceding year. The losses involved are but a small percentage of the full mer- cantile marine of all countries, the figures of which for 1914 were: Steamers, 24,444, tonnage, 27,987,782 ; sailing vessels, 6,392, tonnage, 3,685,675; steamers and sailing vessels, 30,836; tonnage, 31,673,457. Skill in fisticuffs has several times won the Victoria Cross. At Inkerman, for instance, Captain Hugh Row- lands saved his commanding officer, Colonel Hay, by a straight left-hander. Hay was wounded and lying on the ground, with a gigantic Russian standing over him and about to plunge a bayonet to his heart, when Rowlands, who had lost his sword, smashed the Russian with his left hand, knocking the man unconscious. Rowlands got the V. C. At Jeerum, in India, during the Indian mutiny, General James Blair, whose sword had been broken off at the hilt and who had no other weapon, dashed into a crowd of armed mutineers and knocked five of them down with his fists in a few-seconds. The Victoria Cross also ics went to him. Another officer whose sword broke at the handle while in action was Admiral “Tug” Wilson, who, at El Teb, bowled over six Arabs with his fists. He not — only won the Y. C., but also his nickname, being called “Tug” Wilson after an English boxer who about that time — had gained brief notoriety by fighting John L. Sullivan, — the heavyweight champion boxer of the world, s a

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INCREASE IN LIMIT TO PARCEL POST PACKAGES. By an amendment to the parcel post regulations the limit .of the size of packages has been increased to 84 inches, length and girth combined.- Formerly the limit was 72 inches. Beginning September 1, the insurance feature of the parcel post system will be extended. Pack- ages may be insured up to the value of $5 upon payment of a fee of 3 cents and up to the value of $100 for a fee of 25 cents. The other rates, viz., 5 cents for $25 and 10 cents for $50, will remain the same. * GIRL, 14, SWIMS HUDSON TWICE IN 2 HOURS. “Where are those sandwiches, dad?” was the first ques- tion asked by little Mary Elizabeth Miller as she finished a five-mile swim across the Hudson River and back the other afternoon. Mary is a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, living with her parents at No, 600 West One Hundred and Forty-second street, New York City. She had wagered a box of candy with “Jack” Straus, a life-saver at Manhattan Baths, that she could swim from the baths, at One Hundred and Forty-ninth street to a point called old Fort Lee and make the return journey, a tota! distance well over five miles, in . Jess than two hours. She won. an as LONGEST FLAGSTAFF. __As far as is known, the longest one-piece flagstaff in the world will soon be set up in Kew Gardens, just outside of London, as a present from the Government of British Co- lumbia to the mother country. The tree from which it has been made was a perfect specimen of the fir pine, and __ the staff which has been cut from it is 216 feet in length, without a single flaw or defect. In its original state the stick was 5 feet in diameter at the butt and 14 inches in diameter at the top, and per- _ fectly straight. Dressed into shape, the staff has a diame- ter of 32 inches square at the butt for a distance of 16 feet. For the next 100 feet it is octagonal in shape, and - for the last 100 feet it is round. The upper 200 feet is a gentle taper from 32 inches to 12 inches in diameter. The staff is now _ ing shipment. It will be forwarded as a deckload on one of the big liners running out of this port. The flagstaff at _ the courthouse in cee) which is 204 feet long, came | BATTLE. WITH BIG SHARK. Mor than fifty men and women in bathing off West third street, at Island, the other afternoon, gh the surf to the shore, shouting and scream. m the ery of Ryman was raised. The shark it- M cilstaking its i petit seen, thrashing. about ed bad out ie ver’s bathhouse. in the yards at False Creek, Vancouver, await- page eat sane’ ‘FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. INTERESTING ARTICLES have overturned a canoe and knocked two young men into the water. To catch it Felino already had made preparations by fastening a large baling hook to twenty-five feet of clothes- line. He ran to the end of a 300-foot pier near by, baited his hook with a large dogfish, and cast his line. For a half-hour the shark ignored the bait. disporting himself at a distance, watched by the crowd of bathers. Then he suddenly rushed toward-the pier, dived, and there was a violent tug at Felino’s line. He was jerked off his feet, dragged toward the end of the pier, yelling” for help. Hugh Joyce seized Felino about the chest and kept him from going overboard. Then began the tussle with the shark that lasted fifteen minutes, Joyce’s workmen joining in the fight. Several times the shark leaped almost clear of the water, its spray- spattered sides glistening in the sunlight. ~ Finally the great fish was dragged onto the pier and into a workman’s shanty. Before it could be killed with clubs and hooks, it almost wrecked the shanty with flaps of the tail. The shark was seven feet eleven inches long, and weighed 230 pounds. SHIPBUILDERS RUSHED. More than $100,000,000 worth of steamship contracts now are held by the shipbuilding companies on the Dela- ware River. The total tonnage is more than 70,000, and every yard is virtually filled to its capacity. One yard has all of its building capacity sold out for two or three years and has contracts for vessels that will not be delivered before 1918. Recently a new shipbuild- ing company has been formed and bought out the old Roach shipyard at Chester to meet the demand of ship- owners who are clamoring for new vessels. In addition to the thirty or more vessels now ordered from Delaware River shipbuilders several more are expect- ed. One of the shipbuilding companies now is believed to hold contracts for three vessels which have not moos made public. The Harlan & Hollingsworth Corporation, of Wilming: ton, Del., recently has been awarded contracts for three steamships, representing an expenditure of about $1,250,- 000. ‘T'wo of the vessels are for the Standard Oil Com- pany and a third is to be a passenger boat for the Wilson Line, operating boats between Philadelphia and Wilming- ton. The two tankers ordered for the Standard Oil Company are to be duplicates of the three tankers for which con- tracts were recently awarded to Harlan & Hollingsworth by the Anglo-Saxon Petroleum Company, of London. These vessels are tankers of 8,500 tons deadweight ca- pacity, 425 feet long, 50 feet beam and 30 feet depth. It is understood that each of these vessels will cost ae imately $500,000. The boat to be constructed for the Wilson ‘Tine ‘will be ne| about 192 feet long, 32 fect and 11.8 feet Graft a ae a tice

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THE LITYLE GEM TELFPHOYE. The transmitter in this telephone is made from the best imported parchment; with ordinary use ewill last a long time; can be made in any telephone for Money; each one put up in a neat box; fully flustrated, with full directions how to use them. Price, 12e., postpaid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. MAMAS. This interesting toy is one of the latest novelties out. It is in great de- mand. To operate it, the stem is placed in your mouth. You can blow into it, and at the same time pull or jerk lightly on the string. The mouth opens, and it then cries “Ma-ma,” just ‘exactly in the tones of a real, live baby. tage sour is so human that t would deceive anybody. : Price 12c. each by mail. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. & BLACK-EYE JOKE. New end amusing joker. The victim is told to hold the tube close to his ey4 10 as to exclude all light from the back, and then to remove the tube until] picturea appear in the center. In trying to locate the pictures he will re- ceive the finest black-eye you ever saw. We furnish a small box of biackening preparation with each tube, so the joke can be used in- definitely. Those not in the trick will be caught every time. pel harmless. Price by mail 15e. each; J 25c. te H. F. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. Y. THE CANADIAN WONDER CARD TRICK. Astonishing, wonderful, and perplexing! Have you seen them? Any child can work them, and yet, what they do is so amusing that the sharpest people on earth are fooled. We cannot tell you what they do, or others * would get next and spoilthe fun. Just get a set and read the directions. The results will startle your friends and utterly mystify them. A genuine good thing if you wish to have no end of amusement. Price by mail, 10¢, Cc. BENR, 150 W. 62d St., New York City. NEW SURPRISE NOVELTY. Foxy Grandpa, Mr. Peewee and other comical faces ar- tistically colored, to which is attached a long rubber tube, connected with a rub- ber ball, which can be filled with water, the rubber pall being carried in the pocket, a slight pressure on the bulb causes 2 long stream, the re- sult can easily be seen. Price, 1lé5e., Postpaid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. NEW TEx-CENT FOUNTAIN PEN, One of the mest ,eculiar and myst 7 pens on the market. It requires ne ink. A you have to do is te dip it in water, and it will write fer an indefipite peried, The seoret can only be learned by procuring one, and yeu can make it 2 source of beth pleasure and g@musement by claiming to your friends what it can do and then demonstrating the fact. Moreover, it is a good pen, fit fer practical use, and will never leak ink into your pocket, as a defective fountain pen might do. Price, 10c. each by mail. THE FRIGHTFUL RATTLESNAKE! To all appearanceit iss Abso- |° x WOLEF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. | ; i harmless piece of coiled ; paper with a mouth- , am Piece attachment, but mouth, and blowing 5 . core the “tube, an imita- 0. @ over two feet in length springs out of the roll like @ flash of lightning, producing a whistling, fiut- 80% t would frighten a wild ing We guarantee our rattlesnake not ela. but would not advise you to mins tne e on timid women or delicate children. packed in a box. Price, 10¢.; 3 $50, eg ete postpaid. oa 3 St., N. ¥. ey NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th upon placing it to one’s | “ i} Great B: 5 Mormonism Exposed 10 Fortane Telling 6 Guide to Happy Marriage i] Detective Storiee 8 How to Get Rich Address all orders to L. E. SUN Co., VANISHING COINS.—A_ coin held in Non palm of the hand is made to vanish W <4 the hand is closed. Only one hand used. practice required. Wonderful effect. Price. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N.Y. DUPLEX BICYCLE WHISTLE. i This is a double whistle, pre- ducing loud but very rich, har- monious sounds, entirely differ- ent from ordinary whistles. It ig just the thing for bicyclists or sportsmen, its peculiar double and resonant tones at orice at- tracting attention. It is an im- ported whistle, handsomely nickel plated, and will be found a very useful and handy pocket companion. Price, 10c.; 3 for 25c.; one dozen, 75c., sent by mail, postpaid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St.. N. ¥- THE JOKER’S CIGAR. The biggest sell of the sede son. A real cigar made 0! tobacco, but secreted in the center of cigar about one~- inch from end is a foun 7 es ee of sparklets. te the astonishment of the smoker. is stage fire, and wili not burn the skin or clething. After the fireworks the victim can continue smoking the cigar to the end. Price, l0c.; 3 for 25c; 1 dozen, 90c., mailed, post- paid, = H. F. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. ¥- rein dt yeep ieee ee abe 2h ae EN HOT AIR CARDS There are 8 cards in @ pack. They are nicely printed on good bristol- board, and contain the funniest literature ever composed, such 3s “Pro- fessor Huggem, hu s8- ging and kissing done in the very latest style,” a Liar’s License, a membership card for the Down an@ Out Ciub, and other com~) ical poetry and prose. Every card guaran-) teed to make the girls giggle, the boys to laugh, and the old folks SE Nay: If you are looking for fun, get a pack. Price 10 cents a pack, by mail, post-paid WOLFF NOVELTY CO,, 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. HANDY TOOL Every boy should 5568S one of these handy ukte in- struments. It consists of a buttonhook, a cigar-cutter, scissors, key-ring and bottle- opener, all in. one. The steel is absolutely guaran- teed. Small catches hold it so that it eannot open in the pocket. Price by mail, post- paid, 15 cents each. / Sst ) s FRANK SMITH 383 Lenox Ave- New York City THE HIDEOUS SPIDER. Fun for everys bedy with one of these handsome brutes. His body is 3 inches long, beautifully enamel- ed green, with white ridges, vale low speckles, bulging eyes, and a big red mouth. He is armed with six legs and two) upright feelers, made of flexible spiral springs. < A dark, inyisible thread attached lets you shake him in_the air before your frien eyes, when the legs wiggle in a most natural, lifelike manner. Guaranteed to make | any lady how! and to scare the bravest hero — on earth out of his boots. : ; Price by mail, 10c. each. OLEF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 28th St. N. ¥.) | covered hol | order or U. | PARKER; STEARNS & CO., - 273 Georgia Avenue, - Brooklyn, WH. ¥. a ft halt a Bad tain pay The moment “* the fire reaches this fountain hundreds of sparks of fire burst forth in every direction, The fire | APPEARING BILLIAR | beth sides of the to bis body » int : m BOOKS ONE CENT- EACH In, Wowlllsond AMY TEN BOOKS for 10 cents Post number. Paid, or ALL SO BOOKS for 25 conts Post Paid. Order 14 Miller's Joke Book 22 Coanterfeit Money = . y 16 Parlor Tricks 23 Eclipse Sa & , 17 Unique Story Book 28 How yadond 1 ShortStories 8 Love Making 9 Secrets of the Harem 18 Gay Lifo in $0 Pasay Bead 36 Startling Information ee yin 63 How to Write Love Letters ea 19 Secrets for Women 81 30 Jad Get aGov’tJob 68 American War Stories fee Etiquette 31 White Slave Girls 35 Spisisualina Ee'pd 61 peorees for Marcioa People, 5) 60 Doctor's Private Book Harrison, Mich, Pages to = an free. "Bara it while yoo weat it. There is $50 to $100 a Week Sere reiting otto Ned Perfectly safe to carry without den- gerofleakage. Fires and recharges by pulling trigger. Loads from any Mquid. No cartridges requirad. Over six shots in one losding. All dealers, or by mail, 50c. Pistol with rubber- rv, 55c. Holsters separate, 10e, Money stamps. Nocoins, : ¥ D BALL.—. piiliard ball, beautifully made con be Roa te appear in the bare hands with the sleeves relled back to elbows. Very fine and easy to do. Price, 35 WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y. THE PEG JUMPER. A very. effective pocket trick, easily to be perfermed by any one. A miniature paddie is shewn. Cen- tral heles are drifled threugh it. A wooden peg is inside of the upper hole. Showing now paddie, the performer causes, by simply breathing upon it, the peg to leave the upper hole, and appear in the middle ene. Then it jumps te the lower hele, back to the i@die one, and lastiy to the upper hole, Both sides ef the paddle are repeated y pe rice mm 150. J". F, LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’ N.Y, Ss - r-W ings eae AX 9 BN. — Learn to swim by one trial Price 25 cents, Pestpatd _meceruer tinge sate wy 2 ore seve.thane trem # to 250 pounds. Witk & pairanyone cam to swim or float. Fonuse, you have 0 wes them. blow them up, and press ether taro wing marss vader mowthpiena, © H. F. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. ¥., MAGIC DIE BLOCK. A wonderfully de- ceptive trick! A solid block, two inches square, is made to ap- pear and disappear at S$ pleasure. Borrowing a hat from one of the Senge ger you place block on top, sliding a cardboard cover oe ack may be examined) over it. At the word of command you lift the cover, the block is gone, and the same instant it falls to the floor, through the hat, with a solid thud, or of the spectator’s hands. You may excellent trick by passing the bleck table and on to the floor beneath, the lid of a desk into the drawer, trick never fails to astonish the re vary this ees or Th ae tors, and can be ce, LANG, 1815 Centre St., H. F. XN. as often as — "3 iniieitaltss we et) aes ee

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ROUGH RIDER DISC PISTOLS. Made of nicely col- yred wood 51, inches long. The power is furnished by rubber bands. Ten a@iscs of raroord with each it *rice, 6c. each, De 4a 4 Hl. F. LANG, 1815 Centre s:., MYSTERIOUS PLATE cIFTER. Made of fine rubber, with bulb on one end and, ‘inflator at Place it under a coyer,. under plate or glass, and bulb is pressed underneath, object rises mysteriously; 40 ins. ostpaid. Price, 25c., Sas i810 Centre St., B’klyn, N. Y. | long. li. F. LANG, MAGIC PIPE. Made of a regular corn cob pipe, with rubber figures inside; by blowing through the stem the figure will jump out. Made in following fig- ures; rabbits, donkeys, cats, chickens, etc. 10¢., postpaid, 26th St., N. WY. your friend, push your MJnger very amusing to others, the owner of the hat . & perfectly uninjured. Price, i@c. each by mail. Price, WOLFF NOVEL?Y C9O.,:29 W. THE Fi.GER THROUGH THE HAT. Having barrowed 2 hat from apa eam through the, crown of it, and it is seen to move about. Though does not see the joke, out thinks it meanness to destroy his hat, yet when it is returned it WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 20 W. 26th St., N. ¥. A handsome ring connected with a rubber bail which is concealed in the palm of the hand. A gentle squeeze forces the Fane of the victim while he is examining it. The ball.can be in- stantly filed by immersing ring in water same as a fountain pen filler. Price by mail, postpaid, 12c. each. H. .. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. Y. Bkiyn, N. Y. | other, | table | water or cologne ir | THE PHANTOM FINGER. As these fingers are cast in : moulds in which a person’s fin- | gers have been encased, they are | a lifelike model of the same. The i finger can be made to pass | through a person’s hat or coat ' without injury to the hat or gar- : ment, finger. A perfect illusion. 15e:; 2 for 25¢., postpaid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. TRICK COIN HOLDER. — The coin holder is at- tached to a ring made so as to fit anyone’s finger. The holder clasps tightly a 25e. piece. When the ring is | placed on the finger with the coin showing on It appears to be your own Price, the palm of the hand and offered in change it , cannot be picked up. A nice way to tip people. Price by mail, postpaid, 10c. each. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y. THE MAGNETIC TOF. } A handsome metal, highly magnetized toy. A horseshoe and a spiral wire furnished with each top. When spun next to the wires, they make the most surpris- ing movements. You can make wires of dif- ferent shapes and get the most peculiar ef- fects. Price, 5c., post- paid. | H. F. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. Y- IMITATION CUT FINGER. A cardboard finger, carefully bandaged with linen, and the side and end_ are blood-stained. When you slip it on your finger and show it to your friends, just give a groan or two, nu se it up, and pull You will get nothing but you give them the laugh. look of pain. until Price, 10c., postpaid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. a } sympathy |} Then duck! ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY plays. : you the latest number issued, - gee est ane Se ae BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVER DESIGN New portraits of actors and actresses every week yaks wr. Saat Rareie al eer a TO READ EVERY NUNIBER CONTAINS miail, postpaid, 10c. WE WANT YOU “Moving A Weekly Magazine devoted to Photoplays and Players Picture Stories’ Absolutely the finest little publication on the news-stands of PRICE 5 CENTS A COPY & FINE HALF-TONE FRONTISPIECES Get a copy of this weekly magazine and see what itis Six Gripping Stories, based on the latest and best films, each profusely illustrated with fine half-tones of scenes in the Photographs and Biographies of the most celebrated Photoplay actors and actresses. _ Special Articles relating to Moving Pictures, written by the greatest authorities in the film business. News Notes from the studios about the doings of everybody of prominence connected with the Photoplays. 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- —-LATEST ISSUES—. 462 Hitti 495 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 496 A Madcap Scheme: or, The Bo t. Treasure Hunters of Cocos Island it Rich; or, The Luckiest Firm in Wall St. 497 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. 463 Sam, the Salesman; or, The Boy With the Silver Tongue. 498 Playing to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. 464 Playing in Luck; or, A Plotter’s Dangerous Deal. 499 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. aa E ascied * = prams: or, 4 mF —- for ean 500 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy in the World. e Mexicans; or, The Secre e Aztec’s : 467 Fighting For Fame; or, The Luck Of a Young Contractor. 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Andy, the Mill Boy; or, Rising to the Top 486 Fame Before the Footlights: or, The Boy Who Bossed the Theater. Lucky Lee, the Office Boy: or, The Nerviest Lad in New York. Sure to Get Rich; or, A Smart Young Messenger. Pushing it Through; or. The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 34 A Born Speculator: or, The Young Sphins of Wall Street. 5 o Got jl: or, The Bov Who Made a Million. Miners of Della Cruz. yho Went Out With a Circus. There Striving for Fortune; or, From Bell-Boy to Millionaire. Out for Business; or, The Smartest Boy in 509 A Favorite of Fortune; or, Strikin: 510 Through Thick and Thin; or, The Doing His Level Best; or, Working His Wa op Always on Deck; or, The Boy Who Made His Mark. 513 A Mint of Money The Ladder of Fame; or, From 515 On the Square; or, The Success of an 516 After a Fortune; or, The Pluckiest Boy in the West. 517 Winning the Dollars; or, The bea Wonder of Wal! Street. Making His Mark; or, The Boy Who Heir to a Million; or, The Boy Who Was Born Lucky. . 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FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, = return mail : 168 West 23d St., New York. ouUnR TEN-CENT HAND BOOHE S No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELEC- TRICITY.—A description of the wonderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism; to- gether with full instructions for making Elec- tric tah Batteries, etc. By George Trebel, A. M., D. Containing over fifty fllustra- tions. Ne. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DBIVE A HORSE.—A complete treatise on the horse. Describing the most useful horses for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipes for diseases peculiar to Ne. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.—A handy book for boys, contain- ing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of salling them. ¥Fally illustrated. No. 49. HOW TO DEBATE.—Giving rules for conducting debates, outlines for debats, uestions for discussion, and the best sources ‘or procuring information on the question given. ‘ No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND AN- IMALS.—A valuable book, giving instructions im collecting, preparing, mounting and pre- serving birds, animals and insects. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.—Containing explanations of the gen- era! principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks, of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring sleight-of-hand; of icks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of specially prepared cards. Illustrated. o. 52. OW TO PLAY CARDS.—Giving the rules and full directions for playing Euchre, Cribbage, Casino, Forty-Five, Rounce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, Auction Pitch, pn tpg and many other popular games of cards. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS.—A wonderful little book, telling you how to write to ur sweetheart, your father, mother, sis- te rother, employer; and, fact, every- body and anybody you wish to write to. oO ‘0 KEEP trations. No. . HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND INS.—Containing valuable informa- ‘tion. regarding the collecting and arranging stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. of fo. 86. HOW TO AN TEN: —Containing full instructions how to ne a locomotive en + also directions ‘g a model lqcomotive; with a full description of everything eer should know. — ~ t ~ No. 60.. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOG- beco: + ar an ees RAPHER.—Containing useful information re- garding the Camera and how to work it; also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides and other Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. ‘ No. 62. HOW TO BECOME A _ WEST POINT MILITARY CADET.—Explains how to gain admittance, course of Study, Examina- tions. Duties, Staff of Officers, Post Guard, Po- Mce Regulations, Fire Department, and all a boy should know to bea cadet. By Lu Senar- en. No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.—Complete instructions of how to gain admission to the Annapolis Naval Academy. Also containing the course of instruction, de- scription of grounds and buildings, historical sketch, and everything a boy should know to become an officer in the United States Navy. By Lu Senarens. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.—Containing full directions for making electrical machines, induction coils, dynamos, and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A. R. Bennet. Fully illustrated. No. 65. MULDOON’S JOKES,—The most original joke book ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor.” It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, ete., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, hu- morist, andypractical joker of the day. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.—Con- taining over three hundred interesting puzzles and conundrums, with key to same. A com- plete book. Fully illustrated. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.—Containing a large collection of in- structive and highly amusing electrical tricks, together with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS. —cContaining over one hundred highly amus- ing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrated. No, 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT-OF-HAND. —Containing over fifty of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also containing the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. No. 70. HOW TO MAKE MAGIC TOYS.— Containing full directions for making Magic Toys and devices of many kinds. Fully illus- trated. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.—Containing complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricks. Fully illustrated. No. 72. TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.—Embracing all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with illus- trations. TR No. 73. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.—Showing many curious tricks ‘acter by the with figures and the magic of numbers. By ir gen illustrated. . o. \~ TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.—Containing full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject; also rules for punctuation and compositio with specimen letters. No. 75. HOW TO BECOME A CONJUR —Containing tricks with Dominoes, Dice, Cups and Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing thirty- six illustrations. By A. Anderson. 2 No, 5 WwW TO TELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.—Containing rules for felling for- tunes by the aid of lines of the hand, or the secret of palmistry. Also the secret of telling future events by aid of moles. marks. etc. Illustrated. No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.—Containing deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading conjurers and magicians. Arranged for home amusement Fully illustrated. No. 78. HOW TO DO THE BLACK ART. —Containing a complete description of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight-of-Hand, to- gether with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson. Illustrated. : No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR, —Containing complete instructions how .to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Man: r, scars, Prompter, Scenic Artist and Property No. 80. GUS WILLIAMS’ JOKE BOOK.— Containing the latest jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned German comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome col- ored cover, containing a half-tone photo of the author. + No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.—Contain- ing the most approved methods of mesmer- ism; animal magnetism, or, magnetic heal- ing. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. author of “How Hypnotize,” etc. E z No. 82 OW TO DO PALMISTRY.—Con- taining th ost approved methods of read- ing the Hnes on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning. Aliso explain- ing phrenology, and the key for tel. char- — bumps on the head. — Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. Poe ‘ . No. 83. HOW TO HYPNO —Contain- — ing valuable and instructive information re- garding the science of hypnotism. Also ex- plaining the most approved methods which are employed by the leading hypnotists of Bi are By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.8. o. . HOW TO BECOME AN AUTHOR, —Containing information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the manner of preparing and submitting u 7 containing valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general composition } of manuscript. ¥ age For sale by all newsdealers, or wil! be sent to any address on receipt of price, 10 cts. per copy, or 8 for 25 cts., In money or postage stamps, by Bp TOUSEY, Publisher, - + 168 West 23d St., New York.