Fame And Fortune Weekly (no. 982) (1924 07 25)

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BOYS, READ THE RADIO ARTICLES IN THIS NUMBER No. 982 JULY 25, 1924 Price 8 Cents raweZPOmvieWeENY sTORIES OF BOYS THAT MAKE MONEY. A LUCKY CHANGE; OR ny il ON THE | WINE. Z augbl The furious mate made a aah for Tom, and the boy fied. 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 pounce’ upon the boy.

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i Are You A Radio Fan? Read Pages 24 and 25. WEEKLY Issued weekly—Subscription price, $4.00 per year; Canada, $4.50; Foreign, $5.00. Harry E. Wolff, Publisher, Inc., 166 B ‘ Entered Second -Class at Ww Street, New York, - FAME AND FORTUNE Matter, October 4, 1041, - ee as = . Gee Suet Odie at Wow York N.Y. under the Act of taaseh & 1000. No, 982 NEW YORK, JULY 25, 1924 Price 8 Cents. A LUCKY CHANCE OR; TAKING FORTUNE ON THE WING oo By A SELF-MADE MAN -» CHAPTER I.—Tom Whitney and Captain 3 Kedge. “So ye want to ship aboard the Polly Ann for the season, do ye, Tom Whitney?” bellowed Cap- tain Kedge, ore upon the boy with his sin- - ister, steely blue eyes. “Think ye’d like to learn mackerel-eatchin’,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 divid- ers, and his rough, horny hands clasped behind his broad back. He had a black sou’wester on, and his big face was mahogany-colored and beard- ed. Everybody in.town knew Captain Nat Kedge, who owned the schooner Polly Ann, had an inter- est in half a dozen other fishing vessels, and owned several cotta in the town as well, 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 be- --hind in his rent, or a member of his crew who in- - curred his displeasure. : _ There were other reasons, too, why Tom Whit- ney should have considered him the last captain ao. ayply to for a D but for reasons of his own y. th had brushed them aside and had called that bright, sunny spring morning at the Kedge cottage and asked the skipper for employment. _ “Pye 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 on. I'd rather stick to the water—seein at I’m used to it, having worked up and down the coast _gboard the sloop for the last year with father— 3 tackle anything ashore. I’m willing to go ? 2. _ for half a share——” : PF : _ “Qh, ye are?” replied Captain Kedge, sarcasti- suppose that’s about all you’d consider me until I got the knack of handling the seine e fish. As for doing my share of working ; I’m sure I can hold my own with lo’ster.* > . there was a chance for ye or ba incl sistent admirers were Joel Whitney, an enterpris- ” was no open rupture between them. ? Captain Sendai etbeel out ais? oalli aptain out an oa a ee é 3

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A LUCKY eighteen years of Whitney’s married life he was more or less handicapped by adverse circum- stances, while Nat Kedge, on the contrary, was uniformly prosperous. The larger part of Mar- tha Perkins’ friends therefore believed 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 willing?” asked Tom Whitney, af- ter Captain Kedge’s last remark. 3 “Yes,” nodded the skipper, with a curious look in his eyes, “I’ll take ye. Ye kin tell your mother that ’ll make a sailor and a fisherman of ye for old times’ sake.” Thus speaking, Captain et, turned on his heel and entered his house, one a} pea oe nd brought in from an unlucky mortgagor, while “Tom Whitney hurried toward his mother’s humble cottage to get her consent to his shipping on the Polly Ann. CHAPTER Il.—The Shadow of Captain Kedge 3 Falls on the Whitney Cottage. Mrs. Joel Whitney was still a looking wo- man at ‘iit nenen. and her widow’s weeds did not in the least detract from her personal ap- pearance. She was in the kitchen preparing din- ner when Tom hurried into the house. “Where is mother?” asked the of his sister <0 was a delicate girl, and consequently unable to do much toward the support of the famil “In the kitchen. What’s the matter, Tom? You look excited,” asked Ruth, with a curiosity nat- ural under the circumstances.: ; “You'll know by. and by, Ruth,” replied the lad, -as he hurried 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, “T’ve as good as shipped for the mackerel season. All I need is your permission, and then I'll put my signature to the articles.” The widow’s smile at the ap stalwart son, whom she almost i rance of her lized, vanished | “at his words, and a troubled look came into her face. i é Bene “J was in hopes you’d given the idea up when you found that all the vessels had shipped a full crew for the reason. How did it happen that you FE have found an opening at the last moment?” “T heard this morning that Ned Brown, who signed with Captain Kedge——’” ~ “Captain Kedge!’? gasped the little woman, with an indeseri ae look in her eyes. — You don that : : ‘take me in place of Ned Brown, who, it ap- ane deserted yesterday from the Polly Ann and has gone to Boston.” “Dh! Captain Kedge ask you to go?” she asked, tone. aoe: , mother. I called to see hifn at his house put the proposition to him myself. deep t ue r -over-anxious at first to take me, 2 said if you were willing he’d ship me, and sailor and a fisherman of me for old de s PEn 4 CHANCE , “Yes, mother, those were his words. He also told me he was thinking of buying the mortgage 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 pleas- ant to her. “Well, mother, what do you sav? Sha!l I report aboard of the Polly Ann this afternoon? n’t more than time to get my duds together after dinner and buy a number of things that are ab- solutely necessary. The schooner will trip her anchor at the first of the flood to-morrow morn- “I don’t like you to go, Tom,” said the ‘little woman, wistfully. “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 myself, nor do anywhere near as well. Last season the ¢rew of the smack made one hundred and forty dollars apiece on their first trip, and the Pelly wasn’t away a full week. Now, with similar luck I'd be entitled to half that amount, or seventy dollars. Think of that, mother! Seventy dollars would be a godsend to us now.” “It would, indeed. I could the mortgage and meet my bills.” “Of course you could. And Ruth could give up embroidering 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, enthusiastically. — “T ought to make three hundred dollars altogether. That would put us on Easy street and give me a chance to look around for a “T 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 some- times.” : “So have I, mother, but I don’t take much stock” in those stories. Most of the crew who ou this season have sailed with Cap’n Retge ore, 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.” E ‘ ; The little widow shook her head doubtfully. “Your father has told me more than once I have-.- ay the interest on = dime ? . =f + 73 Captain Kedge carried a high hand at sea, and his mate is worse.” his business, and lives up to it, gets a pF square deal, as a rule. I think it’s a ¢ ‘give a dog a bad name and it will stick | with Cap’n Kedge. He couldn’t keep good if he didn’t treat them right, and he cou! make the successful hauls he does right less he had good men. It stands skipper one SB

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A LUCKY CHANCE 8 ~ as he’s painted,” said Tom, with a sort of tri- Se oa necunent we od, but for all that e ’s argument was go or a the Ricle wosan 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 tell the truth, she did not care to have the captain call on her; neither was she particu- larly pleased to learn that Captain Kedge pro- posed to purchase the mortgage on the cottage from Mr. Flint, the mortgagee, for she feared she had some other purpose in view than merely to invest his surplus capital. Tom, having won his mother’s reluctant consent to _his shipping on tboard_of the Polly Ann, went into the sitting- room to wait till dinner was ready and to break ' the news to Ruth. “Oh, Tom, are you really going mackerel- catching?” the girl asked him, almost tearfully. % “That’s what I am, Ruth,” he answered, cheer- = fully. | “We shall be so lonesome, mother and I, with- )sout you. ow 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.” 5 “How much do you expect to get in the way of o” “The business of fishing is conducted upon the of shares. That is, half the value of the . catch, after optfitting expenses have been de- Sas ducted, goes to the owner of the vessel and half C to the crew. Although the skipper and cook are + not required to take part in the actual business ‘a of fishing, each of them receives a full share. The captain gets, in addition, four per cent. of the val- . ue of the catch, and the cook has seguist ay “ . “What does the load of fish usually bring?” y “That depends altogether on the market, Ruth. _ The first catch of the season is usually the most rofitable one, as they are generally packed in and carried into the market fresh. Last zee the Polly Ann’s first trip netted over three thou- sand dollars in bulk. After expenses had been taken out, and Captain Kedge had taken his four per cent. rake-off and his half as owner, the full shares amounted to one hundred and forty dol- lars per man of the crew. As I’m not an ex- ienced hand at fishing, I’ve agreed to go out half rates. I expect to make anywhere from forty to seventy dollars on the first trip. _ “As much as that?” exclaimed the girl, to whom such sums seemed almost princely in the family’s straitened circumstances. - “Yes, as much as that,” nodded Tom, confi- dently. mths a lot of money,” replied Ruth. “To us, yes. : ____-*Jt’s a ‘good deal of money to make, anyway, in ~ @ week, or ten days, or even two weeks.” “A chap earns it, all right, for it’s tough work. oo Agg be harder on me, as I’m a greenhorn at _. “When are you going away?” “I shall report aboard the Polly this afternoon you going with Captain Kedge?” asked opening her eyes. Sas. “And does she approve——” “She isn’t over-anxious for me to go, anyway, and I guess she’d rather I’d not go out with the captain, but it’s the only chance I have. I must either take it or look for something else. As we need money badly, I’d be a fool to turn down a money-maker because people say the skipper is a hard man to work for.” Ruth remained silent and went on with her em- broidery work. The conversation, however, was not renewed, as Mrs. Whitney presently put the dinner on the table, and after Tom had eaten all he wanted he went out to make some purchases for his trip to the mackerel grounds. CHAPTER III.—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 call. He wanted to say good-by to Amy Wilson, a pretty, goldenhaired 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 a Maine port to Boston and New York. The Wil- sons lived in a N emg cottage not far from the bay. Amy’s mother had sent her to a store in the neighborhood on an errand, and she was return- ing 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 ge of every Lg ages to seek her com- pany. e 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 had 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 attentions were unwelcome to_ Amy; or, if he did, he had nerve enough to per- Be are ee lio, Amy, said, with a gri anting hi burly frame in front of her. im your celliat Don’t you want to come along?” “No,” replied Amy, decidedly. “Why not?” “I 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 ge 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 ean choose com fpr ihe apirte “I don’t.” can’t she replied, with considera “Do you mean to say I ain’t as good company as him?” snarled Dave, his protruding eyes snap- Ping spitefully. “TI don’t see that it’s necessary for me to offer any explanation of my actions to you, David Haw- ley,” flashed the girl in no uncertain tones. “Oh, you don’t, eh? I s’pose I ain’t good c 20SE 5 enough © for you ’cause we don’t live in a nice white cot- ; Well, I want — tage -with green blinds like you. x ‘ : -

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a you to know that my old man is just as well off Fi 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 7 ‘om Whitney for? His old woman ain’t worth = a cent. Old 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 poretally. _ “You wicked boy, how dare you talk that way!” ‘erled Amy, wrathfully. “Cause it suits me to. I hate Tom Whitney, and one of these days I'll punch his head for - “T’m much obliged to you, Hawley, for your kind intentions,” spoke u another voice at this luncture, “but if you punch my head it’ll be when *m asleep.” Dave Hawley and Amy Wilson both turned around and found themselves face to face with Tom Whitney. “Oh, Tom!” exclaimed Amy, her pretty face wreathed in smiles. “I’m so glad to see you.” “And I’m giad to see you, Amy. Going home?” “Yes.” ‘ “Then I'll with if you don’t mind.” _ “T ghall be delighted so eve be do so. Mother was about Ss morning.” aa Dave fistened 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- cloud. Then he recollected the answer Tom had given to his aggressive remark and he grew white with rage. “You think I can’t punch your head, do you?” he roared. “I kin wipe the ground with you, and that’s what I’m goin You’ve been puttin’ things into this here girl’s head ag’in me. that’s what you have. She wouldn’t treat me the wa she done now if you hadn’t. I kin lick you wit! one hand, and I’m goin’ to do it right now.” “You’re going to do nothing of the kind, David Hawley,” cried Amy, ed oad the 3 t “Who's goin’ to stop me?” he asked sneeringly, as he began to roll up his sleeves. - E “I am,” she answered. ; ; = “Amy, please stand aside,” said Tom, quietly. _ “I’m not afraid of Hawley carrying out his threat. Iam 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 gp fall in the face. - Hawley hesitated and glared at Tom, who had } d out from behind the girl and appeared to face the issue. : as I tell you!” cried the spunky girl, £: mping her foot. - J : “Yl 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 and walked off down the street, mut- ering threats under his breath. Tom laughed, _ for now that it Was over the affair looked rather ay pment ch a spunky girl = never t you were such a spunky girl, Amy,” he said, with a smile. “Why, your eyes ay Sa ang geo tka cite ak AL A i A LUCKY ie Jaughed, the heightened color CHANCE “Sure. S’pose he had refused to do as you wanted—did you. mean to pitch into him your- self? You looked almost mad enough to do Tee “Hardly that, Tom,” smiled the girl. “I’m ’ afraid you must think me very unladyliké. But if you only knew how he 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 him in & very few words what I think of him.” ~ “And if he tries to do as he threatened a mo- ment ago he may find I’m a tougher proposition than he figures on,” grinned Tom. “IT do hope that you won’t have any trouble with him, Tom,” said Amy, a bit anxiously. “I’m not likely to for some little time, as I ex- pect to leave Glo’ster early in the morning.” “Leave Glo’ster early in the morning!” ex- ~ claimed the girl in surprise. “Yes. I’m going mackerel fishing this season on the -Polly Ann.’ “Are you, really?” “I am, really. I was on my way to say. [peed id to you when I saw you talking to Dave w- ey. “You won’t be away. over a week or two at a time, will you?” : “TY hope not.” “Well, that’s better than if you were.going to — Boston or somewhere else, to remain away for — months. Your mother and sister will miss you greatly.” : - “They’re bound to do that. You must go and ~ see them as often as you can. You'll do that, — won’t you, Amy?” “Why, of course I will.” or ' Tom walked to the Wilson cottage, and Amy ele 9 him_to come in a few minutes to see = er mother. He stayed a short time, then bade™ mother and daughter good-by and returned home ‘to see if his chest had been taken down to the schooner. He found that it had. Half an hour later he left the house, after a tearful parting _ with his mother and sister, and started for Car- penter’s Wharf, where the Polly Ann had been . taking on her ice. He met Captain Kedge com- ing up the street. E ‘Ye are goin’ aboard the schooner, I s’pose?”. - * said the skipper, eyeing the boy keenly. “Ye’ye got your mother’s perm ssion, then?” 4 “f have, captain,” replied Tom, respectfully, for the skipper now stdod in a new light to him, —— “T thought probably ye’d come, so I sent word to Hawley that ye’d mF afore the schooner hauled out from the dock.” = * The captain turned eeay and continued on up the street. Tom watched him and saw him turn ~ in through the gate of his own home. ae “I guess he’s brought the ~mortgage,” thought — the boy, continuing on toward the wharf. m Ae CHAPTER IV.—The Set-to in the Forecastle. — The schooner Polly Ann lay alongside { n- ter’s Wharf, and when Tom ste on her de he asked for Hawley, who acted in the capac of a mate. : az “You'll find him for’ard in the fok’s'1,” one of the crew, named Gideon Bates, who . Tope .

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= Accordingly Tom walked forward, and, coming - to a scuttle opening, descended a short flight of steps and found himself in the smack’s forecas- tle, in. which several of the crew slept, and in which were also the cook stove 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 partitions ~ 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 run- ning 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 Par- sons, the cook, or “doctor,” as the crew called him, fix one of the feet of the stove, which had ____- worked loose, uttered a volley 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 direction, and there, greatly to his sur- ' prise and disgust, he saw Dave Hawley seated ae on one of the bunks, watching the proceedings with no little interest. on several occasions before, but he never looked quite so burly and savage-looking as he did now, ' gtanding in the dimly lighted forecastle, caress- Tom had seen the mate ing 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. : “Gaptain Kedge told me to report to you,” be- gan the lad. . S$ 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 his seat on the bunk and came forward. “Blast your eyes, Tom Whitney,” he roared fur- fously, shaking his fist in Tom’s face, “what do _ you mean by gettin’ me out of the Polly Ann?” -_- *J wasn’t aware that you had any connection - with the schooner,” replied Tom, coolly.- You know’d I meant to go out this trip in Ned - Brown’s place, and you went and done me out of the job.” -_ *¥ didn’t know anything about it,” replied Tom. “J 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.” _ “TJ s’pose you expect me to b’lieve that?” snarled ve, = ~ “J don’t care whether you believe it or not,” replied Tom, oadoppni=ntly’ : ye Dave uttered'a howl of anger and made a sud- lunge at. Whitney’s head. Tom ducked and mped aside to avoid another blow. : “Slug him, Dave!” cried his father, with an r git 5 no one to stop you.” _ es Smee 3 a = he 5 ¢ , \ A LUCKY CHANCE 5 “Confound your hide!” aietefad Dave, tear‘ne off his jacket. “I said I’d lick you, and Pm to do it. I’ve got you where I want you . Tom made no reply, but watched his big adver- sary narrowly. Our hero was not the least bit afraid of the mate’s son, although the fellow looked to be twice as strong as himself. Tom had taken a course of lessons in the art of self-de- fense from an ex-prizefighter, and consequently was something of an expert with his fists. Then, what he lacked in strength he more than made up in quickness, for he was as agile as a vat on his feet. Unless Dave succeeded in closing with him he had n6 fear of the result, for he knew that his opponent was an unskillful slugger and slow as molasses. Breathing threats of what he was. ing to do to Tom, the mate’s son, encoushind Ge 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. Fora moment Dave was staggered with surprise, and Tom might haye fol- lowed up his attack with advantage, but disdained to do so. The fellow roared with rage the mo- ment 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 annihilate him on the spot. Tom side-stepped and smashed him twice in rapid succession 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 an: that he made a pass at Tom himself. 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 a trooper. Tom, thoroughly angry at the blow he had re- ceived from the mate, and aroused by a whack in the chest he got from his antagonist, 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 howl of pain and fury he bent down his head and butted at Tom like a wild bull. In his blind rage he mis- took 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-stunned. Buck Hawley, seeing his son practically knocked out, uttered another string of oaths and started for Tom to wreak vengeance dn him, The boy jumped lightly out — of the wav and carted up the steps to the deck. The mate in attempting to follow him got tangled up in the wreck of the cook-stove and went down on ll fours. His remarks for the next minite were so expressive that Jed Parsons got out of 3 the forecastle himself as soon as he could. found Tom standi bruised knuckles with his -handkerchief, He — et % Ja y 2 T okay 4 That Cae SE PTE SR EPI EBs SEN 4a in the sun, rubbing his’ ~ ee a ee ae ae Oe Sera

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— A LUCKY “Better keep out of sight, my lad,” the cook said warningly, “until Buck gets over his tan- trums, or he’ll make mincemeat of you.” The words were hardly out of his mouth before the mate came tearing up the forecastle ‘steps. His face was livid with rage. He stood for a moment blinking in the face of the declining sun, trying to locate the boys At length he spied him, just as the lad started to go aft. The furious mate made a rush for Tom and the boy fled. Unluckily his foot caught a piece of rope, trip- ping him, and he fell heavily to the deck. A yell of exultation escaped Hawley as he pounced upon the boy. ’ — i CHAPTER V.—The Iron Hand of Captain Kedge. “T’ve got you, you cantankerous little monkey!” he roared violently. “You’ll steal my boy’s berth, eh? And you'll try to escape the thrashin’ he owes you, will you? I’m goin’ to mop the deck with you and then toss you and your dunnage onto the dock.” Buck Hawley was fully able to carry out his threat. 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 exclaimed, 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 he reluctantly released the boy. ‘ “What wrong ‘tween you two?” demanded Captain Kedge, as Hawley and Tom got on their feet. “He’s taken my boy’s place aboard this schoon- er,” réplied the mate, sullenly. “Who says he has?” from the skipper. Re “I say so,” answered Hawley. t “Then ye say what isn’t true, d’ye understand ?” “I asked you to give my boy a chance in _ Brown’s place.” = “J know you did.” “And you’d have done it only for this young puppy.” “Ye seem to know all about it, Buck Hawley,” said Captain Kedge, sarcastically. “I reckon you’d have done that mveh for me, seein’ Pm 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 - in’ 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.” aa “Why isn’t he?” snorted Hawley. “Isn’t he as __. strong as any man aboard?” ; L Captain Kedge grinned sardonically. nk “Wouldn’t he make two of that young whip- _ persnapper you've hired in Brown’s Place? Would not_he, I say?” “Look you here, Buck Hawley,” said the skip- ina threatening way. “I’ve taken more back over this matter than I’d stand crew together. Ye ought to know . CHANCE 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 generally mean. Now go for’ard and attend 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 disappointment 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 swift- ness and completeness of that blow. It was as if a sledgehammer had come in contact with Haw- ley’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 fore- castle. Captain Kedge swung around and faced the boy. “There’s a lesson for ye, Tom Whitney,” he said meaningly. “I am cap’n of this schooner. Do your duty and ye are safe. But if I ketch ye trin’ to shirk your fare share of work, by : the Lord Harry 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. “If you are wise, voun» man, you'll take the hint,” said Gideon Bates in Tom’s ear. “As far as doing my duty right up to the handle is concerned he shall have no fault to find o with me,” replied the boy. “Then you'll get along all right. The skipper J is the roughest man in Glo’ster, but he’s square __ as a die to those that do the right thing. I’ve sailed with him three seasons, and I ain’t got a kick comin’. I’ve caught it hot once or twice, © but I'll allow I deserved it. He ain’t infallible, but generally he’ s right. If you catch a clout alon side the jaw some dav or night. kind of aa @ : den-like, when you’re standin’ your trick at the - wheel, you may know that you've allowed your attention to wander and the hooker is a bit off , her course. He may be below, bat he knows : the moment you’re not steerin’ true. Then the first thing you know he’s alongside of you. He talks oftener with his hand than his mouth, so © if you know what’s good for you you'll take the hint I’m giving you.” “I’m much obliged to you for putting me wise to the siatuation, and I’ll keep my weather eye . lifting when I’m on duty,” said Tom. “I supped you know my name is Tom Whitney. What’ : yours?” om] “Gideon Bates, called Gid for short. That was e 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 E run athwart you. You’ 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 a to get back at vou. Give him a wide hoa bebe 3 y. Las

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you in the dark. The skipper won’t stand for any crooked = but —— Be: pet 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 I have science and speed, and - that counts every time.” : “J 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 cast 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 captain held in his hand as ~ many small sticks as there were men in the crew. Fach stick had notches cut in it corresponding to the numbers of the bunks, and one by one the crew stepped up and drew from Captain’s Kedge’s hand. ay In this way the sleeping quarters were dis- tributed with perfect fairness, and there was “no chance for grumbling. Tom was lucky enough ‘to draw one of the wide bunks in the cabin, and at once hastened to stow his possessions in it. uy was then announced. After the skipper “was seated the crew made a rush for seats. Only alf of them could be accommodated, owing to— “Jimited size of the forecastle, and those who cured seats were entitled to first table during ‘trip. The others had to be contented to eat nd table. Tom, not being posted, was among _ who came in for the second table. After an anchor watch was set. and all hands pretty much as they pleased until they turned in. Tom took advantage of this interval to make acquaintance of his shipmates. They were a y, good-natured lot of chaps, thoroughly ex- need in the work the boy had to learn, though far as seamanship went he felt confident he ; their equal, The tide turned at two in the ing, but as a comparative calm rested on bay no effort was made on the part of. the > fleet to get under way. Po ~ ~ ER VL—In the Hands of His Enemies. breeze sprang up at suririse, which fresh- steadily as the hours went by. The tide would . about one o’cléck, and as sdon as dinner es, getting things shipshape for the. ie sah en BS tS A LUCKY CHANCE ‘jib shet. xr all hands got busy, under the skipper’s | gz breeze to get under way where they go are still unsolved mysteries. 7 oe nee Pain Cbg fay ates with,” said Tom, as he paused a moment or two beside Gid Bates to haul on a rope. “Breeze!” was the reply. “It’ll be half a gale afore you’re an hour older.” At last came the order to man the windlass, and half the crew ran to-obey the order. “Haul taut the main throat halliards!” roared Captain Kedge. “Give the peak a good pull, ye lubbers! Here, you, Tom Whitney, are ye goin’ to sleep over that jib? Heave away at that wind- lass, 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 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 check- . ed with the sheet, while Captain Kedge put the wheel up and yelled: “Stand by the main sheet, you Bradlev. 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 never had to hustle quite as much before in his life. He was equal to the emergency, however, and ac- quitted 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 probablv a blow from Hawley. All sails filled to- gether, and the Polly Ann heeled over under the piping wind as she pointed her long, delicate nose seaward and led the fishing fleet across the bar. Once outside the cape the crew were all kept busy for a couple of hours setting light sails, coiling’ ~ lines, and stowine odds and ends, and making everything snue, The sea was short and choppy, © the stiff gale blowing the spray in clouds over the vessel as she dashed through it. “The Polly Ann 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 vacht 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, mv lad,” nodded Bates. “The skipper is bound to be first on the macker- el 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 Sages gaa © pe Nag eer extra dollars” in pocket, so that’s why we’re sailin’ i racing — “ae ee : is = : ackerel is a fish that is caught in large num- __ bers off the Atlantic coast of the United Sta ; every year, but there are few fish about wh so little is known. Where they come . —

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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. oe _ 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. The greater part of the year’s eatch, 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 Cap- tain Kedge at this point. “Th ing the hat” is a method of choosing ee by lot, in vogue among the fishing ves- Ss. Jed Parsons left his dishes and proceeded to the wheel, as a man who was free from watch duty. The crew of the Polly Ann took hold of an old straw hat, standing in a circle, with their thumbs on the rim. Captain Kedge turned his back, saying: “Six is the number, boys. Ready.” ; Then he reached out his hand backward and - placed his forefinger on one of the thumbs at random. “Whose is it?” “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 remember who you are to call.” self 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 3 eouple of days without incident until the Polly i. Ann reached the fishing grounds, Then she stood a1 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 all 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 in- a change for the worse in the weather. We're going to have a dirty night, I guess,” .- remarked Steve Bradley to Tom Whitney. when Tig came on watch at eight o’clock. bet we are,” replied the boy with a glance _ at the black sky overhead. “This is where we catch a bit of mackerel 2 the ” said the other, of the rough business over the schooner’s rail into the black ' Tom, much to his disappointment, found him- _ the wind began to rise and sigh hand and b A LUCKY CHANCE ominously through the smack’s riggines, while the Polly Ann, under a solitary reefed jib, seudded over the seas. The lights of the other crafts could be seen bobbing in the near distance. Tom thought that this was an occasion 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, leaving the boy alone. Then it was a dark 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 open- ing and shutting with convulsive eagerness. What could be his object? The closer he drew to Tom the slower and more guarded became his move- ments. -At last he crouched behind the bay 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. Then with a cat-like spring he was on the boy. Throwing one powerful arm around Tom’s neck, he bent his neck backward in a vise-like hug that cut the lad’s startled cry short. With the other arm he grasped Tom’s legs and lifted them over the rail until they dangled above the foaming water slipping past the vessel’s side. “Y’ve got you where I want you, Tom Whitney,” hissed the voice of Buck Hawley in his ear. “You’ve got less than a minute to live, blame you for a meddlesome young monkey! Only for y my boy would have been aboard this schooner re oa earnin’ a good livin’. You took the bread out of his mouth; now I'll take the breath out of yours. I swore to get square with you, and now I’m keenin’ my word. How d’ye like the prospects? You’ll soon be food for the fishes.” The scoundrel seemed loath to let go his hold. It was such satisfaction to play on his victim’s nerves. He wanted to extract every ounce of gratification there was in the tragedy. Suddenly he heard the sound of the footsteps 2 one of the watch. It was Bradley returning. He could no longer dally, so with a sibilant laueh he released his grip and Tom fell with a splash into the sea. CHAPTER VII.—Catching a Load pf 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 pase 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. his head and taking a lon~ breath, he saw tha‘ he was sailing along close to the schooner’s coun- ter, keeping pace with her. Then he realized that a rope trailing alongside had caught and twisted itself around his left arm, and that he was being dragged at the end as it like a big fish at — end of a fish-line. Instantly he gras "ie ae with fan held on with a oe

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His position was one of great peril in the tur- - bulent water. He had to throw himself on his back to avoid being suff.cated b the rush of ~ the waves. At mee summoning all of his energies, he shouted, “Help! Help!” Capta Kedge had just come on deck and was standing beside the helmsman. - His sharp ears distin- a guished 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 -__ geemed to the 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 mo- __ ment. Tom’s face and arms were outlined in the - froth. Captain’ Kedge did not recognize him, but he saw that some peor fellow was overboard and : drageing 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 to the seas. 4 “Here, you Broadeye,” 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.” 13 The skipper and Bradley exerted themselves to — the limit, hauling the line in hand over hand, and a they soon landed the dripping and half-uncon- ~ seious boy on the deck. i “Tom Whitney, by the Lord Harry!” gasped - Captain Kedge, as Jan Olsen, a Swede, flashed »a lantern inthe lad’s face. Tom gasped and kicked out like a dying fish; then he suddenly sat up. “Where am I?” he asked. “Where you ought to be—on board the schoon- er. How did ye get overboard?” ; “Don’t ask me,” cried the lad, with a shudder. : “Don’t ask ye? Ye didn’t trv to commit sui- _ ide, did ye?” “No, no, no!” of “Then how came ye to get. into the water, with _ this rope wound around your arm?” “I was thrown over.” “Thrown over? Are vou mad?” “No, I’m not, though it’s a»wonder I am not, after my terrible experience.” ; “Ye mean ye fell over, don’t ye?” said the skip- ‘per. : ~~ *No, I didn’t fall, A deliberate attempt was made to murder me.” : - “Murder ye!” exclaimed the startled cantain. “Who would want to do that?” “Who?” cried the boy. “Your mate—Buck - Hawley.” “It’s a’le! An infernal lie!” cried Hawley, coming forward, his white, set face showing - ghastly in the licht of the lantern. _ | “It isn’t a lie,” replied Tom. “You came upon ‘me unaware from behind, caught me a strangle hold around the neck with one arm and lifted me over the rail with the other. Then you told me = rth Pac you had get are me for doing your son job ae this schooner. After that I had only half a minute to ‘of to drop, and if it hadn’t been for the rope erboard it would be all over with me A LUCKY CHANCE aie 9 - 7 >=. >? OS “J 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 vour duds,” said the skipnér to Tom. Then he waved the rest of the watch back. What he said to Hawlev when they were by themselves no one ever knew, but his gestures were sig- nificant. 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 schoone’s bulwarks for the remainder of the watch, lest the villain might try to repeat his trick, and with more success.- The night was very “dirty,” as Bradley had intimated it would be. 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, and they did not return till the weather had moderated again. It was the morning of the ninth day after the departure of the schooner from Gloucester, when the sun was shimmering the surface of the ocean, that the welcome cry of “There they school; half a mile off weather bow!” came from the lookout man at the masthead. ‘ In less than five minutes after the first announc- ing the appearance of the eagerly expected fish the t thirty-foot, double-ended seine-boat, ro by eight men, of whom Tom was one, had left the schooner and started in the direction of the fish. The boat from the Polly Ann was the first to _ reach the school of mackerel, and by the time the fish were surrounded and the seine drawn the Polly Ann had a fine catch and the barrels on deck were well filled. The captain decided he would head for Boston and sell his load, which was fol- lowed out. - CHAPTER VIII.—Tom Finds Himself in a Strange Situation. Captain Kedge disposed of the Polly Ann’s catch for something 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 ner that the schooner would sail direct form Boston on her next trip'in a day or 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 erounds. The hawsers had hardly been made fast before Tom,'much to his surprise, saw Dave Hawley saunter down the dock with a cigarette in his mouth. He walked aboard and was soon in conversation with his father on the forecastle deck. Tom caught them looking in his direetion once or twice, and he wondered) __ if they were talking about him. Dave stayed rd until supper was announced and then walked ashore. That night Gid Bates. Steve Brad- ~ ao 4 Say eee

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10 A LUCKY ley and Jan Olsen invited Tom to go to the theater with them. They left the schooner short- ly after seven o’clock, passing Buck Hawley, who was lounging near the gangway, smoking. The mate favored Tom with a half-sarcastic, half-vindictive 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, mueh to Tom’s annoyance, for he entertained a strong prejudice against these resorts. 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 lonesome and less brightly illuminated. As they turned the corner of a big, silent warehouse they were sud- denly 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 the background and watched the fight. The party of four was at once broken up, heavy blows exchanged, and before he hardly realized the situation, Tom found himself senarated 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 his head which struck him to the und unconscious. His companions were too defendine themselves to notice what had been done to Tom; besides, the fight was taking place in almost total darkness. “Suddenly the warehouse watchman got on to the racket and _- blew his whistle for a policeman. The fight ceased as if by megic, the three ruffians who had been attacking Bates, Bradley and Olsen, and cS forcing them around the corner of the warehouse, 3 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 . aro for their young companion. me ch me,” replied Bradley. : were all together.” - “No. He must have got separated from us at 2 the beginning of the scrap.” “Supposin’ he did, he ought to be near, any- way; but I don’t see him.” : aybe he ran for the schooner at the first : enact suggested Olsen. __ “No,” replied Bates; Sy 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 gga and what was the trouble. e belong to the fishing schooner Polly Ann, Be: moored alongside Haley’s Wharf,” volunteered = Gd Bates “We three and another chap went to . neler As we were returning to our e were attacked at this corner by a gang and had to defend ourselves.. Some- 2>w a whistle from a window of that use and then the toughs fled. What bothers our companion, a boy, named Tom who eee to the schooner, has dis- “Seoked- “around the ‘immediate t Ne “T thought we pee Gel es of the have CHANCE been knocked senseless, the conclusion arrived at - was that Tom had lit out for the wharf where the Polly Ann lay, so the three men started off for Haley’s Dock. Tom was not on the wharf wait- ing for them, neither had the watchman seen any one in that vicinity for the last hour, except Buck Hawley, who, he said, had just gone aboard the schooner. “T 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 and wait- ing for Tom to show up. It was after midnight when they finally turned in, expecting to find baa in his bunk in the morning. When Tom Whitney came to -his senses he. found himself in a small, low-ceiled and not over- _ clean room. e was lying fully dressed on the ~ outside of a cot, and the morning sun was shining in on his face.. He was conscious of a racking pain in his head, and could hardly see out of ~ his eyes. “Where the dickens am I?” he asked himself; in surprise, “This ain’t the cabin-of the schooner.” It certainly wasn’t, and he sat up and logked — around the place in stupid astonishment. Besides - the bed there was a 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. He remem- bered the attack made upon himself and his com- — panions in the dark by the warehouse; how he had __ got separated 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: 2 decidedly weak on his legs. Looking inte 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 mirrounied, as” he splashed the water on his feverish forehead. is Seizing a ragged towel, he dried his face and | ar found that his eyesight was now much clearer. Then he looked out of the window. Appaventiee? are he was in the third story of an old wooden tene- ment in a poor locality, judging from the rear view he caught of several adjacent buildings. He — could hear the noise of traffic from the street in front, and the tooting of tugs and other steam : craft in the bay. z “This house can’t be very far from the water- front, that seems certain,” he said to himself. “T guess I’ll go downstairs, thank the people, who-_ ever they are, for bringing me here, and then — make tracks for the schooner.” He walked to the door, turned the knob, and was surprised to find it locked. Looking the keyhole, he saw the key was in it. “Evidently I’m locked in, and must stay h till some one comes to let me out. I pais why they coer ‘the soars aeres it was_ accident.” -~+

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head and to avait developments. Whether it was _ the pain that dulled his senses, or sheer weari- ness, 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 ex- tent. 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 Daye Hawley. He, too, looked down at Tom Whitney, and grinned maliciously. “He’s been up,” said the man. “How do you know?” asked Dave. oe companion pointed at the water in the : “Then he’s only asleep now, and may wake up at any moment. I don’t want him to see me,” said Dave, retreating tothe doorway. ‘The man looked keenly around the room and then followed young Hawley. ae “We'll go into the next room and talk,” he said, closing the door and locking it. The snap of the lock awake Tom and he sat up suddenly. “What was that?” Everything was as before he fell asleep. “l’ve been asleep,” he said. “I wonder how long? I can’t have been a great while for the gun 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 liable to come any moment, and if they found me _-asleep they’d go away, no doubt, without awaking S » me.’ ¥ - 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. ~ “So the boy is to be shipped aboard some craft bound for a foreign port, is that the idea?” asked a foghorn voice. _~~«*That’s it,” replied the person whose tones seemed familiar to Tom, though he couldn’t place the individual at the moment. Res: “What did you say his name was?” inquired ‘the foghorn. “Tom Whitney.” : Tom as though a wasp had stung him, and at the same moment the identity of the peaker occurred to him. “Why, that’s Dave Hawley,” he breathed. “What does all this mean?” : __ He was not kept long in the dark, for the parti- : ‘tion was thin, and the talkers made no effort to 5 lower their voices. / ___, “And where does he hail from?” asked the man a h the hoarse intonation. _ caasee > zlo’ster.” a You say he belongs to the schooner Polly Ann, w lying at Haley’s Dock?” . : Then he understands the ropes, I reckon. It ill be safe for me to ship him as an A.B. At “rate, that’s what I'll do. Now what do I aking all the risk and trouble of this A LUCKY CHANCE ‘ve only squared up for the heelers — PS ee ee” ee <r «4 11 “Twenty-five dollars,” replied Dave. “Twenty-five marling-spikes!” roared the fog horn voice. “I must have at least twice that.” “But you'll get a wad for shippin’ him, won’t you?” protested young Hawley. “Sure, I'll get somethin’, but nothin’ as bis as you think,” replied the man, cautiously. “Rec’lect, I’ve got to have help, and must hire ia boat to take him to a vessel in the stream; 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, for they might ask awkward questions. I ought to have a hundred bones for this job, but I’m willin’ to shave the price some, as things is quiet and I need thé 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.” “T’ll 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.” “I 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 in Glo’ster. There are other reasons, too.” “Well, that ain’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. e . “What for?” asked his companion, suspiciously. “Receipts is dangerous. I don’t usually give no such things.” “Dad’ll want to see svhat I’ve done with his money,” replied Dave. “If he can’t trust your word he ought to have fetched it himself.” “Well, here’s your money. Count it and see that it’s all right,” said Dave. Tom presumed that the gentleman with the foghorn voice was counting the cash, for a short * ‘* pause in the conversation ensued. “Right as a trivet,” said. the man at length. “You can depend on me providing for the young man in a way that will prevent him from bother- ing you for some time to-come.” Ra Set These remarks being followed by a shuffling of feet, Tom concluded that the interview was breaking up. He heard the pair of plotters c out into the corri rom “ , . 4 - # A ee

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ie 4 A LUCKY #5 : - rascally son are at the bottom of it all. Their -. object*seems to be to get me out of the country | for an indefinite time. Well, forewarned is fore- armed, they saw. Now that I am wise to their purpose, I ought to be able to think up some way _. to fool them. The first thing is to get out of this room. How can I accomplish that?” ae Tom went to the window, raised the sash & gently and looked out. As he had supposed, there was a clear fall of three stories to an alley below. - There was a closed window opposite to him across this space. The panes were opaque 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. He threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes and e simulated sleep. He had not made a mistake, for the key rattled in the lock, the door was cautious- ly opened, and the thickset 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. “T_ might as well make away with that’ stuff, since it’s 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 decided- “It’s wonder- at an improvement a full stomach makes _ rT _ My head feels better, too. around eleven o’clock. ‘The adjoining house, however, was only three feet away—that is, the width of the alley. Then he glanced across at ‘the window in the site 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, hough hundred-of people were passing and re- ng along the street not over sixty feet away. lently an idea struck him. He went to the ised the straw mattress, and saw that the ttom consisted of three slats.. They were six eet in length, and therefore would easily span alley. He pulled them out from under the -mattre or the window to its widest xtent, laid them from sill to sill. Then with beat heart he crawled out on the frail bridge, in whether the slats would bear his- he would ‘be precipitated into ~ chance of breaking his neck, CHANCE 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 vielded to his 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’s 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 wav across the dirtv. floor, pulled open a door and walked out into a bare-looking landing. ¢ “This building doesn’t look as if it.was ten- anted,” he said, glancing down the stairway. ‘Still, he proceeded downward with due caution and reached the second-floor landing. Three doors opened on this. One was ajar, and Tom peered into the room beyond. There wasn’t a 4 thing in it but a pile of dirt swept into one cor- © ner. : “The house is an empty one, for a fact,” he io said, with a feeling of relief. ‘ | Then he continued on down to ‘the first floor, his footsteps raising echoes in the silent build- x ing. Striking 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 reach 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 beer kegs rolled into a- confused heap near the rear door of the front building indicated that the ground floor was used as a saloon. pi a “T ought to have no trouble reaching the street. through that place,” thought Tom, after a survey of the premises. Tee Thus encouraged, he opened the door and pass- ed 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 oe ahead. He walked to the latter, which admitted him to the barroom itself. Only about twenty- five feet now intervened between the boy and the — street door, where the morning sunshine was play~ ing on the three wooden steps which led down from the sidewalk, where all was life and motion. —_ Assuming a careless demeanor, Tom started = 2 the door. There was only one customer in 1 é place, a thick-set, bearded man, who had just — finished a whisky and was talking to the bar- keeper, a villainous-looking fellow, whose face would have been an ornament to any rogues’ gal- lerv. He stood half-facing the back of the s: and his eyes mechanically fell upon Tom as he crossed the floor... into the light, the bearded Fd of the lad. eos _“Your name is Tom Whitney, isn’t it ejaculated, in a hoarse voice. : Tom started back with an air of astonishr a *

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= “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. See > % CHAPTER X—Out of the Frying-Pan Into the : bed ire. care Taking immediate advantage of*the boy’s con- __, fusion, 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. The boy, however, was not going to give up with- out 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 mah 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, * gageed and bound, as many other unfortunates “had been served before. = The man with the foghorn voice then held a consultation with the barkeeper. 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 bar- man to make sure that Tom’s bonds were not likely to give way. “How did he get away from » y la ce 9” _- ” *That’s what puzzles me,” replied tke other. “I ~*~ had him locked in a third-story room overlooking © the alley. . Besides, I did not think he had any = picions that he was being detained against his “He can stay here all day, and after 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. - “J'm afraid my name is mud now,” thought om, dismally, in the solitude and darkness of the cellar. “They’ve gat me dead to——” = “Hello!” to Tom’s amazement. The boy would have an- swered the hail if ‘it had been in his power to do so, but the wad of cloth which served as a gag 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. _-“Can’t you use your mouth?" : - om thumped the wall again. “Tf I warn’t triced up myself, life a fowl sent ‘market, I’d come over and pull that gag out your mouth,” said the voice. “However, if have patience, maybe I'll be able to free after,a while, and then I'll set you loose, + r A LUCKY CHANCE keeper, holding a bit of candle for the bearded _ A cheery voice came out of the gloom close by, ~ ’ “ier ap 13 Then followed sounds that indicated a struggle on the part of the other prisoners 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 spok> again, and then there was a ring of satisfactio. in his tones. 2 “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« matéh and struck it. Tom looked up and sawa ~~ 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. “T’m much obliged to you,” replied our hero, gratefully. “ name is Tom Whitney, and I live at Glo’ster. at’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 steer- ed me into the saloon above for a drink, and the next thing I remember I found himself tied up in this hole. I was drugged, and it isn’t very hard for me to see through the game that was played upon me. They mean to ship me some outward-bound craft and collect the blood- money. I suppose you’re in the same boat, matey?” “Yes,” replied Tom. “Then you’re 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 of the schooner is dead sore on me because I got the berth he wanted for his son. He so put up a job on me, and this is the result.” *So that’s it, eh?” said Field, who all this time was loosening 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 shang- haiers. There, now, get up and shake yourself.” Tom did so; then the two companions in mis- fortune sat down, each"on a beer keg, to consider the ‘situation and plan their escape from the cellar. - ; “I don’t believe that trap is secured,” said Field. “We might get out that way and then make a : sudden rush for the street door through the bar- room. We’d-be on the sidewalk before any one thought to stop us, and then we’d be safe enough ~ for these rascals, I guess.” i “I'm with you,” replied Tom. “If it comes to ~~ a fist fight I can hold my own,” : Z “All right. We might as well make a break at once. We can’t get out of this place any too soon to suit me.” _ cao : At that moment the trap was raised and fell back with a bang, and a pair of legs was sex descending the steps. Field grabbed Tom ‘by the arm and drew him back into the corner behind a_ whisky barrel. As his hand slipped over the edge of the upright barrel his fingers in con

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14 with the bung-starter. He 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 —_— about the prisoners in the cellar He had a candle i in one hand and a copper two- gallon measure 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 com- y panion watched him from their place of conceal- ment. 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 minutes, “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 back room, that was furnished with a plain round table encircled 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 aswhisper. “Wait till I take a peep into the barroom.” There were half a dozen longshoremen lined up at the bar, who were being waited on by the barkeeper and his assistant. Several other cus- tomers sat around a couple of the tables drinking rat “Take a look yourself,” said Field, making way * for Tom. — = * While they were thus engaged a face appeared - at the window behind them, which overlooked the © little yard. It was the countenance of the beard- , ed man. What he saw evidently surprised him, but he was a quick thinker and accustomed to facing emergencies. 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 a both engaged.” ‘ee “Il’m ready,” replied the boy. . “Then follow close behind me, and we'll begout- * side in a “jiffy.” = They emerged from the little room, and Field made a run for the door, gaining it easily and - springing upon the sidewalk. As Tom started bs to follow him the bearded flung open the ee passage door and intercep him. The shock was felt by both and they rolled tegether on the floor. The bearded man had the advantage of the situation, as he knew just what he was doing, ‘while Tom thought the collision was purely ac- _ gidental. It only took a moment or two for the bit to realize that he was’ being held down by a pair of powerful arms, and he struggled to get _ away. By this time the racket had attracted gen- eral notice in the barroom, and the barkeeper came around to see what the scrap was about. “Here, Brannigan,” said the bearded man, “give me a hand. “This is the chap we put inthe cellar. He managed to get free somehow or an- other and was just on the point.of getting clean Leper tely I luckily got on. to him and put a spoke w a Pi may I be jiggered!” exclaimed the bar- Sed | don’t see how he ever managed to get another si him in that room, A LUCKY CHANCE and probably he got into the cellar and did the trick. Get another rope, quick!” Brannigan got the rope, and in two minutes Tom knew that the game was all up. “We can’t put this lad back in the cellar again,” said the bearded man, after Tom had been se- curely bound once more, “Then we'll. carry him into the cellar of the vacant house,” said Brannigan. ~* “No,” replied the other. “I’ll take him into my place.’ That other fellow who got away will bring the cops down here, and they'll search both build- ings. Now, I’ve got a place in my house where he’ll be as snug as a bug, and not even the police can find him if they go through my lodg- ings. 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 difficult to make a third attempt te 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 thé 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 enclosure. Z “There, my cock-sparrow, if you can get out of this place you'll go better than any one ever did before. You’re right on the level with the : riyer, and one of the city’s sewers runs alongside your head. You can amuse yourself listenin’ to the rush of the water. I'll fetch you somethin’ to eat about 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 latter, closed the trap and was gone, leaving Tom in the dark and a prey to very discouraging thoughts. Hours passed and nothing happened to kill the monotony of his imprisonment. Then came the bearded man with somé food, which Tom ate ravenously. That was his undoing, for the food was drugged and Tom was soon unconscious. _ When he next came to he was in the forecastle of a vessel, and he realized he had been shang-— haied. He was ordered up on deck and then learned he was one of the crew of the British bark Wanderer, of Cardiff, Wales. A few days later the vessel es a water- logged, abandoned vessel, and Tom and another . member of the crew were ordered to board her. They did so, but found nothing of interest on — board, While Tom was climbing the companion stairs a sudden lurch of the schooner pitched him : down the stairs, and his head striking a cease a table, he rolled over unconscious. __ . When he came to and looked for his a and the boat, he foyos both were senna =

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: - yealized he was alone on an abandoned hulk. He then began an inspection of the vessel. CHAPTER XI.—In Fog and Darkness. By the time he had finished his tour of in- - spection night had closed in, and the fog had ’ grown thicker, if anything. Whether the derelict was drifting in toward the coast, or further out to sea, Tom, of course, could form no idea. As a matter of fact, however, both the fog and the vessel were approaching the iron-bound coast of - Maine—the former very much faster than the - jatter. .Tom’s one great fear was that some steamer or other vessel might run the water- logged schooner down in the darkness and the fog, in which event. his own situation» would be - Most perilous, with the chances in favor of him losing his life. x 2 For that reason he did not care to risk going to sleep in the cabin, but got a mattress from 6 of the bunks on déck, with a couple of ets to roll himself up in, and then lay down. slight rise and fall of the schooner, together th the wash of the water against her sides, lull- ed the boys to sleep, and for several hours he lay in sweet forgetfulness of his unpleasant situa- tion. 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 vessel “dipped more than usual, and Tom was sent sliding + and fioundering into the scupper. Naturally he ~ woke up, and for a moment didn’t understand just, where he was. The schooner then heeled over in that his hand came in contact with to save him- - self from slipping down into the opposite scupper. By the time the derelict righted once more he got on his feet. 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 blow- ‘ing,”-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?” It was a new and most peculiar sound, seem- ingly right ahead. Tom clung to a fractured ce of the broken mast and gazed with bulg- - eyes out into the thick air, every nerve on the } . tingle as his ears listened to that strange, inde- : Seiiatic ‘bellowing sound that was evidently ap- - pro: the vessel. As it grew louder and more - Me secthar sound, which his practised ears recognized as the surf beating_upon a stretch of rocks, mingled with it. _-Then’ all at once he reasoned out the cause of it. The schooner was drifting in upon the Maine which is one of the most. inhospitable in rid. At the baseof many of the high where the ocean surges beat continually, ep fissures and sea caverns, into whirh the ater, changes to yeasty foam, ever churns ves day and night, causing strange bellow- arise from the expulsion of the ¥ A LUCKY CHANCE the. other direction, and the boy grabbed a rope- he said, with a feeling of relief. “I won’t have thought of that his fears dropped away from him and he was himself once more. Then, too, morning was coming on fast, and the boy felt that there was nothing in the world quite so blessed as daylight. The sun soon 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. It was a silent and picturesque spot, and from this basin Tom caught the low moanin bellow which, when at its height, had so alarm 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 — of reaching the island without hazarding hig e. CHAPTER XII.—A Ghastly Discovery. He descended the companionway to the ¢ and, grabbing a box of fancy biscuits, as w as a jar of preserved 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 projections, so close to both as almost to scrape her sides upon the rocks.. The impetus carried her over to the fur- ther side of the basin, where her broken bowsprit : bumped gently against the irregular wall of rock — formed a sort of amphitheater all around er. Le Then she floated off to one side of this placid —_ retreat and gradually came to a complete rest * under a rocky. shelf, upon which Tom at once sprang with a feeling of great satisfaction. 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 this point that made his heart beat with joy. 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 he was to reach the main shore. io ae “Luck is beginning to turn my way at last,” to ‘remain on this island a moment longer than I care to. Thank goodness for that, for a few boxes of crackers and a jar of preserved ginger is not exactly what I care to adopt for regular diet, even while they held out. There ought to be some clams around here. When the tide goes down I’ll hunt for them and have | decent meal.” ¥ “was delighted to he rowed her to Sed ee Grin basis at

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16 A LUCKY He went into the cabin, where he took possession of the revolver, the pouch of money, the sextant, which he knew he could dispose of for several dollars, and sundry other articles of value, in- cluding a watch. He made a package of every- thing but the watch and money, and deposited it in the boat. Then he walked to a high rock on the island, mounted it, and viewed the distant shore as well as he could to determine what point he should make for when he pulled out of the basin in the rowboat. He could see no houses or other evi- dences of civilization at that distance—nothing but a long line of -cliffs, with apparent indenta- tions; but he had great hopes of finding his way up some bay or small river to a town or village, whence he would be able to make his way to the railroad. He made out one sail in the far dis- tance, but whether the craft was heading that way or not he couldn’t tell. By the time he had taken all the observations he wished the tide was well on the ebb, and once more he heard the bellow- ‘ ing noise rising out of the basin. He thought he would go and see just what made this sound. So he returned to the derelict, and, boarding the small boat, rowed in the direction of the sound. It came from a point near the patch of beach, which was now much wider, owing to the receding a of the water. He grounded the boat and looked around among the weed-covered rocks that a little while before had been covered with water. Sud- ’ denly he found himself staring at a dark opening : beneath an overhanging shelf of rock not two rods away. Getting down on his hands and knees, he looked in. It seemed to be the opening to a ‘marine cavern. He crawled in a short distance and came to a pause. The hole looked larger inside, and as his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom he could see that it sloped upward. His curiosity was excited, and he determined to ex- plore it further with a lantern. _ When ‘once he stood upright outside he found _ the tide had receded to a considerable extent. That fact put him in mind of the clams he ex- pected to find in the mud, so he deferred explor- ing the cavern until he had secured the shellfish. Having dug up as many as he thought he could eat, he gathered some dried brushwood and bits of wreckage together, made a fire and roasted “them. They tasted uncommonly good under the circumstances and he did not leave a single one. Then he lighted the lantern which, with a box of matches, he had brought in the boat, and cautious- ly made his way over the slippery rocks to the yawning entrance, now fully exposed, of the sea eave. Not the faintest whisper issued from it now. The stillness of death reigned all about the little basin. The only sound that could be heard any- where was the rising and falling of the surf on the rocks outside. Tom stooped under the arch- way of the rock and stepped inside. Flashing the 3 of the lantern around, the reflection showed _ the cavern sloped sharply upward. Carefully on - his hands and knees, supporting himself by one , he crawled up the incline until the floor level, and then he stood upright. For a -_ Moment’ BE ee) fits Mian gee iia ah mt he halted there, trying to peer into the ess. He seemed to be looking into a , the air of which was tainted ‘odor. Tom now began to entertain CHANCE some doubts about going any further into the uncanny place. However, he took a few more steps, paused again, and swung the lantern above his head. Now he could see the wall of rock all about, and on the further side and close to the wall a huge, flat rock, upon which lay a pile ' of something that glittered in the lantern light. “What’s that?” breathed Tom, as he took a step forward to get a better look at it. At that moment his eyes, now grown somewhat accustomed to the semi-darkness, rested on the floor formation near the flat stone, and he caught sight of two grewsome-looking objects, locked in a half-embrace, that caused him to give a gasp of horror. The roots of his hair began to tingle, as though each individual one was beginning to rise and*stiffen out. In desperation he held the lantern forward at arm’s length, and beheld, pros- trate there beside the rock, two shriveled and blackened Corpses. OS aa CHAPTER XIII.—Gold! Gold! Gold! The impulse was strong on Tom to turn from — the ghastly tableau and fly from the cave, and he was about to do so, when his eyes fell upon a score or more of tarnished pieces of metal re- sembling money that lay upon the floor. A couple of them lay directly at his feet, and instinctively ~ he stooped and picked them up. Rubbing them on — his trousers, Tom saw, with a thrill of satisfac- tion, that they were twenty-dollar gold pieces. Dropping them into his pocket, he advanced an- other step and gathered up several more. The greater part of the scattered coins lay under un- der or behind the corpses, and- the boy felt a natural repugnance to disturbing the ghastly re- mains. Despite that, however, he hated to leave the money behind in the cave. As he stood there undecided, swinging the lantern to and fro, his eyes once more lighted on the little heaps of glistening metal on the top of the flat stone. “Gee whiz!” he breathed, as he raised the lan- tern above his head to get a better look, “I believe that’s money, too—heaps of it.” 73 ‘The very thought of such a thing sent the blood coursing quicker through his veins. And it must — be all gold—golden double eagles—just think of — it! Here was wealth within his redch—probably thousands of dollars. Tom drew a long, wistful - breath as he gazed fascinated at the tarnished money. The desire to possess it overcome his fear and disgust at the presence of the skeletons. What will not a person dare to secure a golden hoard? : “There is money enough there to make mother, _ Ruth and I comfortable for life,” he muttered, moistening his lips with the point of his tongue. — “Why shouldn’t I take it? Who has a better right to it than me? I have found it after it has lain a OS “are _— —re ey touched the grim bones; but he E afraid or concerned about them, It was the which fell ringing’ en the stone as his displaced several of the piles that took up thoughts. He placed the lantern on the rock, with feverish eagerness began to grasp up

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A LUCKY handfuls of the coins. How they jingled! And rolled! And flashed in the lantern light when _ their heretofore unexposed surfaces turned over and seemed to laugh into his face. Gold! 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? Honest!) or—and Tom glanced down at the skeletons. Accidentally he moved one of his legs forward. It struck the ribs of ene 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 ~ seattered 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 mo- -ment ‘at this suddenly collapse of the dead; then » drew a breath’of relief that they had vanished prever from his sight. With his boot he gingerly ocked the dozen-old coins away from contact th the dust of the dead men and greedily poc- fed them. Then he gave his attention once nore to the piles of coin on the stone. “How shall I take all this money away?” he sked himself. ; e thought of the empty boxes in the schoon- s storeroom. “J will get several of the smaller ones, fill hem 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 it into execution. Before leaving } the cave, however, he filled every pocket with | ge double eagles and then made his way down _ Lan declivity to the entrance. He did not notice hat the tide had turned and was rising once -more—all he thought about was rowing off to the and procuring the boxes to hold the for- - tune in money he had so strangely discovered. - Tom found several boxes that were small nough to be easily handled when full of coined money, and he carried them on deck. It was then The 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 pf beach once more he saw his disappointment that the entrance to the 2 was rapidly covered by the rising water. can’t get in there for several hours now,” he said, “unless I swam in, and then I couldn’t out/ again with any of the money until the went down once more. I’d rather amuse my- J self out here in the open air than be imprisoned seetabeetiy risce. There’s no rage ear as ited. as) es island is very seldom visite Sik t if I can get a few clams before the too deep.” He ed to dig enough of the shellfish for meal, and, g a fire,-cooked and ate them connection — a Ae one gpg ; pines “pieces _ already te) e 2 need to nearly one thousand dollars, in twenty-dollar pieces of gots previous to ; CHANCE 17 a greater or lesser degrec. He made a small package of this lot and placed it in the bow of the beat, beside the other bundle. Then he devoted the larger part of the after- noon to walking over the island, or sitting on its most elevated part watching a number of fore- and-aft craft that passed up and down the coast. When he returned to the shore cf 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 moves under his arm, he returned to. the cave. Everything looked just the same as when he had been in there befcre, and, without wasting a moment in counting the gold coin, he swept enough of it into the box to fill it, and, leaving the lantern behind him, made his way slowly and cautiously out into the open air again. In this way he made eight trips in a short period of time, and the last time brought away the tan- tern. “There must be all of fifty thousand or ‘sixty thousand dollars in three boxes,” he thought, as he gazed upon them where they lay on the sand. “What a glorious find this has been! I can find it in my heart to forgive Buck Hawley and his erafty son for the injury they did me in Boston, since it has led me to the discovery of this for- tune. Had I made my eseape that morning with George Field I should in all probability be aboard the Polly Ann now on the way to a new fishing ground te 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 empioved 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 alongsitie the schooner and took special care to tie her so there was very little chance of her floating away. “I call this taking fortune wn the winz,” he said to himself, 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 ca:ried 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 ahd go into the coasting trade on my on hook. No more working for other people after this. I'll buy an interest in some good fishing schooner, too, if I can the chance, and have other people working for me. If father was only alive now he could retire from business and live on the fat of the land fon 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 closed, and he fell asleep to dream of caves to the ceiling with golden coins, and every bit of | it all his own. CHAPTER XIV.—Tom Leaves Horseshoe Island. opi. aipiiee twith tha sou finding that as tide was down, he rowéd ta te Pot ty oT 2 %, ae 4

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tx iilei de, OS en be fan A LUCKY 2 eta mess of clams and made a breakfast of em. : “I shall never see a clam after this but it will put me in mind of this island with its treasure of golden coin. I’4 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 of 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 never 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 inter- est me any longer.” ‘ Tom had retained ‘about three hundred dollars of the gold in his pocket to meet any emergency ‘hat might arise, and now, as the sea was smooth, he got out the oars and rowed away from Horse- shoe Island, which had proved such a mine of wealth to him. Two hours later he was off Nar- raguagus Bay. After pulling up a mile or two he saw a small catboat anchored 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 know you're in Narraguagus Bay?” * asked the man. 3 Tom shook his head. “Where did you_come from?” “A waterlogged ‘schooner that went ashore on an island out yonder.” “What island?” nae “J don’t know the name of it. ‘I’ve never been so far downeast before.” : “What did the island look like?”. “A circular island.with a small harbor inside.” ' “That’s the Horseshoe,” spoke up the boy... The man nodded. ee “Where’s the rest of the schooner’s people? On the island?” _ ~ No. I was the only one aboard when she struck the island.” . ry harbor, after drifting all night through to have had a hard time of it,” said * a CHANCE © = “Oh, ’'m not kicking,” replied Tom, with @ satisfied grin. --“What’s the nearest town I can strike?” “The nearest town is Harrington, on the rail- road. 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. l’ll lerd you a line and you can help us fish.” Tom agreed to i®is 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 dur- - ing 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 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” hé asked the fisher- _ man. a “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. hundred dollars. I am acquainted with the who owns it, and who has been advertising it fw — sale. I'll take you around to his*place, where yar ~ ean see the boat and make the best bargain ya can if, as I said, you have the money to pz — down.” E 124 “T have the money,” replied Tom, quietly, “an if the boat is worth the price asked I'll buy at ; Accordingly the fisherman put in at a sm creek three miles below the town, and in a ve short time Tom saw the sailboat moored along side a small landing-place. A bargain was finall struck between him. and the owner, Tom géttin possession of it for one hundred and eighty dok- lars, which he paid over in gold coin, much t@ — the astonishment of the seller, who wanted td . know where the boy got so much gold.” “That’ needn’t worry you, sir,” replied Tom “so long as vou are satisfied it is real America® money. I came by it honestly, all right. TI liv in Glo’ster, and am going right back there D3 water in this boat” : a dae He obtained a bill of sale for the boat, madé out in due form, and then, taking his rowboat im tow, followed his friend the fisherman on the cat boat back to the mouth of the creek, where he parted from him, and laid a course down the bay — toward the Atlantic. Shortly afterward pin; in there and transferred his to the cabin of his sailboat. After leaving Nh — raguagus Bay he laid his course for a isl inshore to the southwest. He met a fish’ ; on his way and obtained a couple of fine, i mackerel, likewise the information that there w a small hamlet on the inner shore of the is! in question. He sailed around the island till came to a wharf, where he moored boat. 1 he went up to a general store he ne! bought several dollars’ worth of supplies— he calculated, to keep him until he E home—tendering a ten _ After sailing seaward and uninhabited part of 1 ashorp ansin, made 2 fire 3 es

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‘one of the mackerel for his supper. As he now ‘had fresh bread, butter and various other ad- juncts, he made a very satisfactory meal—the first real good one he had enjoyed since fate ‘separated him from the Polly Ann. - He then con- tinued his course along the coast to the south- westward under jib and mainsail. ‘CHAPTER XV.—Dave Hawley’s Audacious Act. A week later Tom Whitney sighted Cape Ann, and in a few hours he rounded Eastern Point ~ and headed up toward Gloucester harbor. He had hugged the shore as closely as he dared all the ‘way up from Narraguagus Bay, and, having en- countered several spells of “uncommonly. rough weather, had been obliged a lie = oe at various sheltered spots along his route. Tom was “mighty glad to get within sight of home at last. He did not believe that Captain Kedge had had a hance yet to notify his mother of his mysterious disappearance at Boston, because the Polly Ann t d scarcely had time to return from her second trip to the mackerel grounds. ‘ - It was a warm, sunshiny afternoon, and a breeze was blowing up the bay. The Sunday- school Tom attended was haying a picnic on an island near the mouth of the harbor. The steam- r 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 ‘eachers and friends, were scattered all over the Amy Wilson and Ruth Whitney had both come to the pienic;,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 limself with Amy. About the time that Tom d rounded the cape, several miles below, Haw- ey and his chum were sailing around the picnic round in the catboat. They were circling the Southern shore of the iSland,, when his com- Danion called his attention to two girls who were icking flowers just back of the beach. The girls tad strayed away from the rest of the picknickers. anc aeiey recognized them at once as Amy Wil- on 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 ou the icy mitt; now here’s a chance to get back her. I’ve been aching for a chance to get are with Amy Wilson, and here it is all cut dried for me to take advantage of. Are you : to do this?” ‘ s friend, whose name was Perley Moore, uted as he thought of the possible conse- ences of running off with two girls against their even for an Roar or two, but finally ‘e a hand in the project. Dave immediately eaded the catboat fd? the beach, landing under a sw bluff where the preoccupied girls could not A LUCKY CHANCE 18 satisfaction of making Amy take a sail with me, They'll both have to make the best of it until we choose to land them.” “Where shall we take them?” “A mile or so down the bay. If they get too cranky over the matter we’ll take them all ‘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 got 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 ghost of a show to get away. Before they had recovered from their consternation they were bundled aboard the catboat, the painter cast off and the craft headed down the bay. “Now will you be good, Amy Wilson?” chuckled Dave, gleefully. “How dare you treat us in this way!” exclaim- ed Amy, indignantly, as soon as she found her voice. “Take us back to the shore,” she demand- ed, with a stamp of her little foot. “We. will not,” replied her persecutor. “You’re going for a sail with us.” “I don’t want anything to do with you. I hate you, so there!” cried Amy, with tears of resent- ment welling in her pretty eyes. “Ho! That won’t do you any good.” “Wait until Tom Whitney gets back. He’ll make you dance for treating his sister in this way.” “I’m not afraid of his gettin’ back in a hurry,” replied Dave, so significantly that beth Amy and Ruthelooked at him in surprise. “What does he means, Amy?” whispered Ruth, uneasily. “Oh, he’s just trying to worry us about noth- ing,” 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 jn 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. 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 fo ing remarks almost convinced the two girls that somethin, had happened to Tom. Ruth turned white wi fear, while Amy’s heart stood still for a mo- ment with a secret apprehension. z “You know you're not telling the truth, David Hawley,” she cried earnestly. “You are just tan- talizing 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’m a liar, and I'll agree — oath to bother you any more, if you don’t want me to. “Oh, Amy, do you think anything has pened to Tom?” asked Ruth, tearfully. . — > “No, I don’t,” replied Amy. “I don’t believe a xy,” said Dave, hiding be- . a Pe tid Dereeaye When word thin boy'saye. ‘He's down on your bolher a * them, run because— Re before they § Then she stopped, slightly embarrassed, for “It will easily guessed ey Dave Hawley hated = have the _ Whitney. Hawley : a r . #

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_ 20 7 | A LUCKY CHANCE his head significantly. If the young rascal had to throw to her. Presently he saw her head ap-— . known that the sailboat he saw right ahead com- pear above the surface a short distance away. ing up the bay was sailed by the boy they were He threw the coiled rope at her as straight as a — talking about he would have hauled in his horns a die, and then seized a boatbook. The line fell — bit, as the saying is, turned the catboat about and’ about Amy’s head, and she instinctively caught — ; made back for the island as fast as he could Zo-— hold of it. Tom threw the boat into the wind ~ a much surprised and disconcerted lad. and then pulled in on the rope, drawing the un- — “Are you going to take us back to the island, fortunate girl up to the side of the boat, when he — 4 David Hawley?” asked Amy again. reached down with both er and pulled her x _ “Sure; if you behave yourselves.” into the cockpit. “If we behave ourselves! I like that!” replied “Amy Wilson!” he cried, as he recognized her. : Amy, indignantly. “I request that you turn back “Tom!” she gasped, and then sank back ex-. : at once. If you don’t——” hausted in his arms. “Tf I don’t, what then?” asked Dave, mock- By this time Dave Hawley had recovered the ingly. boom and had thrown his boat into the wind, too. “You'll regret it.” As the two craft came. almost together Tom “I don’t think I will,” replied Dave, incredu- recognized his sister as well as the two boys in the lously. “Who’s goin’ to touch me for just givin’ catboat. He was astonished beyond measure to you girls a pleasant sail down the bay?” __ find Amy and his sister in such company. At “You’ve carried us away from the island the same time Hawley was amazed to behold the against our wills,” protested Amy. boy he supposed to be far away at seat by that “Oh, forget it. A sail will do you good. When time. we get good and ready we'll carry you back and “Ruth!” cried Tom. és : s - z 3 nid Rg at the steamboat wharf.” “Oh, Tom!” exclaimed his sister; “is that you? — Amy saw it was useless to argue with him. Take me aboard. = He mae the boss of the situation; they were a *‘Sure’I will,” and he did it in short order, with mile from the island, and he was evidently bent out exchanging a word with his enemy. on having his own way, so she said nothing more. The two boats then fell apart. - For fifteen minutes the catboat kept.on its way, Look after. Amy, Ruth,” said Tom, ‘dafeteieag the wind seeming to grow stronger every mo- 22 explanation for the present. “You can take: ‘ment. The bay was full of whitecaps, that leaped her into the cabin. Get off her wet me over the bow of the boat and flung spray into put her in one of the bunks, That may prev their faces. Amy and Ruth, knowing nothing of er from catching cold. = ‘Hawley’s ability to manage the craft, began to Before the sailboat got abreast of the iste do grow more and more disquieted as the catboat where,the picnic party was, Ruth came out of the careened further over under the wind. cabin, after attending to Amy, and told Tom < “I wish you’d turn back, Dave Hawley,” Amy story of how Dave Hawley had treated them. : said at length, in a tone of some concern, “It’s brother was pretty mad and threatened to hau = ss getting very rough. If this boat should upset out Dave over the coals. Then he had a long s here we’d all be drowned.” to tell Ruth about his adventures since leav - “Don’t you worry. It won’t upset,” replied. home, which was hardly finished by the time Dave, confidently. “However, I’m willin’ to go tan alongside a wharf at the town. Ruth h ig -back, as § guess we've gone far enough.” ried to Amy’s home for dry clothes for her ch sj He spoke to’ Perley, and then moved the tiller and when Amy was once more dressed Keg weap about. couldn’t thank Tom enough for saving her “Duck your heads, girls, and then jump over Don’t say any more, Amy,” he ae to the other, side.” happy tone. “I’m only too glad I was on render you this service.” Amy ducked and made a spring for the other Tom sent the girls home, hired a cart ey no - side. As she did so a sharp flaw struck the sail, = tore the sheet attached to the boom out.of Dave’s ree Dew poo eae is dy aa - oe Bose ett F hand, and away went the spar to leeward out of P s by his astonished : ther. He told his story more completely eZ his reach. The catboat careened suddenly and — s yoke. = SHEA Aehtal in the trouah oF the waves: If noth- the tea table, and ‘when the contents of the be were revealed his mother and sister could sear¢ ing more serious than that had happened all might pelieve their eyes. A week later, when the P. a have gone well, for by bringing the boat up into the wind Hawley could have coaxed the boom ae ered et the harbor, and Captain K aboard again and secured it. care aquere — the news of her son’s d It happened, however, that when the catboat ne ice Picdete hota 28 ~ “tmestt tool -eareened Amy lost her balance and in the twink- 45 swell as a nabob’s heir sees ee ‘ling of an eye went overboard. Her shrill scream Th lated A ~ was heard by Tom Whitney, whose sailboat was € news soon circulated through Glouces _ only a short distance away at the moment, and that the Whitneys had received a legacy, for they. "who happened to be watching the catboat to try sold the humble cottage «nd went to we : and ‘out who were aboard of her. In a mo- aie ih aie gts | ota where tie F ment he sprang to his feet in great excitement. ae rei oak cee eed caring i oat bed ise cien§ own hook. He was successful and 2 _ wher the ment had happened, “T must APRS years: married Ge bodies her.” : i non the spot where Amy had dis- time. grabbing. line a

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY 21 CURRENT NEWS AN AUTOMATIC BURGLAR GUN 34 BULLETS REQUIRED TO: KILL HUGE _A burglar gun. “hich operates automatically weg ithout requirine “ - presence of any other per- Thirty-four bullets were required to kill a huge than the burglar, has been invenhed by Fran- black bear that had been slaughtering sheep in F. Jobson of Mentone, Ala. The device con-. the vicinity of Bismark, Grant County, W. Va. of a barrel-mounted on.a standard and hay- The losses resulting from its raids had become a firing pin slidably mounted on-the standard so serious that farmers decided to trap it. A ; actuated by a coiled spring. A trigger strong pen was constructed on the farm of M. tatches this firing pin in retracted position and R. Henline, six sheep were placed in it and four z Ble objec by a cord which is secured to some men heavily armed hid nearby at nightfall and object in the room so that the trespasser waited ing about will come in contact with it and About 9 o’clock the bear was seen swinging y release the trigger and discharge the gun. along toward the pen. After a preliminary sur- is intended to kill or seriously wound the vey, it climbed over the wall of the inclosure and asser the cord is placed in line with the attacked one of the sheep. The four men then of the gun, while if it is intended merely to began firing. Peppered with bullets the bear ly wound or frighten off the intruder, the made lunges at its assailants, each time being | rd may be placed at an angle to the barrel of driven back by a shot at close range. n. The device has actually been used with Eventually one bullet penetrated the heart and - s in trapping thieves in the inventor’s town, the animal dropped. The bear weighed 450 systematic robberies were occurring. pounds. Boys! Like Detective Stories? “If you want good lively adventures, with cops and detectives running down crooks, puz- ce: zling mysteries and dandy plots, get a copy of i = : 9 == fe “Mystery Magazine” No. 161 —_ 3 ‘contains a long novelette filled with excitement, called = a “AT 2 A.M.” 5 By BEULAH POYNTER : Then, there’s a. crackerjack two-part serial entitled “THE INVISIBLE CRIME” By GEORGE MOREHEAD , it contains these seven short storie s by the best writers: “THE AVENGER,” by Gilbert Hammond “3137” by Peter Perry “THE KNOB-KNOCKER,” by Wm. Allen Ward : ~ “TWO-GUN MUSSES THE PLAY,” by Daniel E. Kramér ‘ THE MILLS OF THE GODS,” by Hamilton Craigie . “TOO MANY KEYS,” by J. B. Warrenton “SOLVING SOL’S FACE,” by Walter A. Ellis : “magazine also contains a free department conducted by Louise Rice and called “WHAT HANDWRITING REVEALS”. —— a

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Rob and the Reporters Bey ey Hustling for War News by Wireless By GASTON GARNE (A Serial Story.) ; CHAPTER X.—(Continued). : : “I’m so lame I can scarcely hobble,” replied : Walter. “At the same time I don’t think it is going to amount to anything serious. If we can only lie by a couple of days.” “That depends upon our hostess. Hello! Here’s some one now!” . Opening the door upon which there had been a sharp knock, Rob found Pierre with an enorm- ous circular bathtub of painted tin. “For your bath,” he said to Walter in French. “J will fetch the water. Breakfast will be ready in an hour. If there ig anything else you want, let me know.” ~ The bath proved a godsend. The boys felt quite thmselves after they had dressed, save for * ry, the door opened and Louise, dressed in black = and looking very sad, entered. _ x “T am going to ask par help,” she said to “Walter in French. “TI hope you are now suffi- ciently rested to give it to me.” “We will certainly do what we can,” replied Walter, “for we are very grateful for what you have done for us.’ “I am in deep trouble,” replied the girl. “At moment some foraging party of Germans is iiable to descend upon this place and then there ig no telling what may happen. Will you be kind enough to follow me?” _ She led them to an upper chamber where upon 3 a bed lay the corpse of a young man d : in pee. ——s f a Belgian officer. Tall candles , oe at the foot of the bed, beside man wearing the garb ef a i ees is" ei» Father,” said Louise in Pinel: are Americans and can be trusted. “Tell all,” and with this she left the room sobbing “] though her heart would break. That was the time Rob wished he understood FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY sheet, lay the aged man Walter had seen sei nigh neh, ia sistiepa-sait had to be translated bef ' The priest introduced himself as Father Al- phonse, and inquiring their names went on to say: q “This is the ancient seat of the DeBois fam- — ily. The young lady who just left us is Madem- oiselle Louise De Bois. This young man is her — brother Gaston. He was a captain in the Belgian Army and was wounded in a recent engagement. He managed to escape from the Germans and made his way home, only to die. It has broken his sister’s heart. We can get no help. It is even impossible to get a coffin. What I am ask- ing of you is to help me dig a grave and bury © him. To is not strong enough for the work, nor am I,” “We will certainly do it,” Walter assured him, — and he inquired if there was no one else in, the castle. “No one,” replied the priest. ‘Louise has long 7 lived here alone with her aged grandfather, who has been insane for years. He was greatly ex- — cited over the war and a week ago mysteriously — vanished. We have searched for him everywhere, _ but in vain. He is probably dead, for he was — quite unfit to brave exposure, being ninety-six years old.” ne “Walter’s suspicions were aroused instantly. — : “Is he a tall man with long, white hair and- beard?” he said. “You have described him,” declared ‘Father _ Alphonse. “Speak! what do you know?” “A person answering that description came to our bedside last night calling out about the ware and instantly vanished.” The priest crossed himself. = = “It was the ghost of the castle!” he exclaimed. “Old Simon De Bois, who was murdered in hae : room a hundred years ago.” “3 “Nothing will make me believe it,” d Walter. “Is it not possible that there is some cret paiel in that room, Father?” “It has certainly been so rumored, my son. once asked Andre DeBois, Louise’s grandfa ther, — about it, but he declined to answer.” a, “Su ppose we go and look. The old man may be hiding in some secret chamber.” ia “You have aroused my curiosity,” replied the priest. “We will go at once.’ re Walter translated to Rob and all three hurried — to the bed-chamber where he pointed out the pases where the old man had vanished. i: A careful examination of the wall was nov made and, sure enough, Rob discovered a small brass button set in the wainscoating which, being pressed, a secret panel flew back, revealing a na row flight of stone steps leading papi “I feel that you have solved the myste “— Father Alphonse, growing grea cite He took the candle and descended, the 1 ; following him down into a small room which 1 oa up as a chapel with a gilded shrine ca > side ae Here, stretched upon a couch covered wit e ore, ere

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D BY LIGHTNING, GIRL, 14, IS » UNINJURED “Miss Catherine Walker, fourteen-year-old daughter of Martin Walker, was thrown to the ‘round and stunned by a lightning flash the other day, but was not injured. The Walker farm is out. seven miles north of Larned, Kan. There was a light shower and Catherine was in the yard driving in the little chickens. She ed up at the windmill, she says, and became nScious of a flash tof light before her eyes. Catherine fell to the ground stunned for a mo- and a post of the windmill was shatt ered. ighteen of the little chickens were killed by e lightning. ANCIENT RUINS IN PERU " himu is the name given hy archeologists to ns of the capital and chief city of the Chimu pple, which js situated on the seashore about ur miles north of Truxillo, Peru. The remains 3 space fifteen miles long and five or six S broad, and embrace the walls of vast pal- ; and temples, some of them ornamented with besque work and paintings. An aqueduct ich was received in large reservoirs. There are veral sepulchral mounds from which many ob- of interest havé been rey The name people, Chimu, is derived from the title sir sovereign. They, were entirely distinct om the Incas in language, architecture and cus- According to tradition they came from be- » sea, and drove out the savages who had d this region (about Twelfth Century). built great cities, remarkable for the size of their buildings. Their aqueducts and tion were very extensive. The Chimu peo- celled in gold and silver work; in the man- of cloth and pes mget The Incas called Descendants of the race still live 8 i but their language, called a, is extinct. A grammar and list of words ill extant. The ruins of the Chimu are the striking archeological remains in Peru. The k pottery commonly seen in museums and sly called “Peruvian” was of their manufac- > s “ THE GYPSY MOTH a gypsy moth has cost Massachusetts man ns of dollars and New York a smaller nount. Massachusetts has tried all means to ibat the EyPsy, moth. She set the schoo} chil- work and everything that could be sug- s been tried. New York has done some~- ‘FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY GOOD READING miles long supplie? the city with water, | bodies. The big spread comes whe moths are first hatched from the conta They ne long hairs growing out of their bovies and also a silk floss.. These buoy them up until they fi long distances to find food, some of them goin “ far as five miles from the starting place. —— It is something like the same thin i s w clothes moth. No man can tell with peepee. how clothes moths can show such extraordina: pertinacity in seeking out wool to feed on. The female clothes moth does not fly but hides in the seat” and crevices of the house and the little cat- erpillars in some manner em j pela pane at emerge to get their food The 7,000 toy balloons sent ou x yt s t last y numbered tags with a request for = Riess "oo en 400 tags were recovered before the end of t 1e seasan. They were found throughout South- ern New England and one was found off Ya Hater es Petre eaee gone about 400 iin urs. Seven others covered dist rom 110 to 145 miles. This year many yivrisen ts f little balloons will be released from 15 tem sae stations extending along a wide front fron G necticut to the Canadian border. There will be an effort to discover the secret of the winds sponsible for the wide spread of the pest = The whole country is interested i G i is in ~ a of the boll weevil New York , is now feeling the same alarm that } huse’ an Sa for the last quarter of a pa pin Sn e first imported moths ese ne ment in Boston. et: goes a —. - “Mystery Magazine” Semi-Monthly 15 Cents A Copy i EEE OURS OS I NOCH, on dock eben 156 THE MEDICINE DROPPER. ae as ee BAGONG Se MEER Weta, 159 THe RIVER PIRATES. by Hamitto eae 160 THE SHADOW OF A NOOSE, by ‘Jack Bechaor. AT 2 A. M. By BEULAH POYNTER Out Today in No. 161 HARRY E. WOLFF, Publisher, Inc. 166 West 23d Street “Moving Picture Stories” Fe A Weekly Magasine Devoted to Photoplays amd Players N is proposed to use toy balloons in the PRICE TEN CENTS PER COPY mst the moths. Thousands of these bal- Weck aurtarcue mA SS gee will be from 15 temporary weather on the “ Blegert Half tope:Sccnen from the cece balloons will be used to Es get >; lBteresting Articles About | ‘Prominent | Tom. the: read of the moth. It a ee 4 Seeneeio. a in = New York City _ =<

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al 5: ee = FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY o INTERESTING RADIO NEWS AND HINTS | SPARK INTERFERENCE 2. Radio telegraph transmitters of the spark - We are told that troublesome spark signals — type. 3. Oscillating receivers that produce whistling - should not be so disturbing to us because a 500 kilocycle signal (600 meters wave length) is tar agh away from most broadcast frequencies So that but little interference should be experienced 4 the spark sta- kilocyeles of the frequency’ being received. noises. 5 4. Distant broadcasting transmitters that radiate waves having frequencies within a few , _except by those who are very near lo ow i tion. But most of the trouble does not come 5. Atmospheric discharges, known as “strays” : from this spark signal frequency. For some rea-_ or “static.” : Z son better known to others than to us, many spark 6. Induction from lighting, trolley or power sets near New York Harbor are operated on a = systems. sy frequency of 666 kilocycle (450 meters), right The life of the B Battery depends on the fol- — in the middle of the broadcast band. Atarecent lowing factors, according to G. C. Furness, an meeting of radio experts in New York repre-. authority on the subject: 1.—The quality of the senting the U. S. Department of Commerce, the cells in the battery. Each B battery consists of Canadian Government, and the commercial radio an assembly of a number of identical cells, each ~ companies, it was agreed that spark transmission cell giving 144 volts. Fifteen cells are used in a = should be done away with as soon as practicable 2%-volt battery, 30 in a 45-volt battery. Before (perhaps within a year) and that the 666-kilocyele a good B battery can be made a good dry cell — frequency should not be used at all by ships in must be made, and that is no easy task. 2.—The American waters. size of the cells used in the battery. The larger — wie a the cells the more electrical energy they contain, — A DIAL VERNIER a and the longer they last.. Size should be propor- — In these days of high powered transmitting sta- tionate to use. 3.—The amount of current taken | tions and superselective re@eiving sets, it is often from the B battery by the tube or tubes. Ob- — quite necessary that the adjustment of the various viously, the greater the current the shorter the — = dials on a receiving set be made with great care. life of the battery. 4.—The amount of daily use 4 Many fans possess receiving sets whose con- of the receiving set. Again, obviously, the — em densers, variometers, variocouplers, etc., are not greater the numbers of hours the set is in use 2 equipped with vernier adjustments. Therefore, it each day, the fewer days will the battery last. ~ is not always possible for the owner to differ-- 5.—The “cut-off” voltage. As any battery is used _ entiate closely between one station and another, its voltage gradually drops until a point is reach-— ; slowly enough by ed at which operation¢is unsatisfactory. h is the “cut-off” voltage, the lowest voltage at — which the set gives satisfactory results. The for the dial cannot be moved _“ * the hand alone. : — To alleviate this condition a very effective dial ~ - . yernier can be made at home from a few spare lower this voltage the longer the life of the bat- parts. All that is necessary is a long flathead, tery. 6.—The age of the B battery when put into screw, a knurled binding post top, a soft rubber service. All dry batteries lose energy when stand-— Pe washer, two nuts to fit the screws, and a small ing idle, some of them at a quicker rate than - spring. The screw should be of such a length others. 7.—The personal factor that determines, not the life of the B battery, but how long you ‘¢hat when the vernier is assembled the spring ) ife | bat will keep the rubber washer away from the dial. will use it, is your opinion as to when the coi When it is desired to make very close-adjust- certs are too weak, ments of the dial the wernier simply is depressed ————— VACUUM TUBES.IN THE MAKING until the edge of the soft rubber washer just ~ touches the beveled edge of the main dial. Since Tube making requires great care and patience. the ratio of the diameter of the dial to that of There are thirteen steps or processes in produc- the vernier is high, it is possible to move the tion, all of which must be watched closely in order former very slowly by. turning the vernier. to assure a perfect finished product. A test is ‘In making rough adjustments the vernier can made after each step is completed and, of course, be forgotten. If it is desired to use the vernier a test after the tube is complete. The manu- — the fingers simply are removed from it and the facture of a tube is begun by spinning a flare at spring will push the washer away from the main: the end of a short glass tube. This tube is then dial, thus relieving it of unnecessary pressure. called the “flare.” Five wires are then inserted — ie ———_—_ in the “flare.” Looking at a WD-11, one can se _ ~_EXPERT CLASSIFIES INTERFERENCE five wites in the inner unit, although there a In view of the active steps already taken by but four contacts at the base. The fifth w the Radio Club of America to combat the increas-- is a blind insert to support the plate. The | ing interference of commercial code stations with ted and pinched to im broadeast programs, it is interesting to note the © This is now called fication of interferences arranged by John : : consulting radio engineer. Mr. Ho- n has the disturbing factors in six ses as follows: “ a ; “9 Nearby broadcasting stations using wave close to that which it is desired to_ rt ee cere “a 4 w tees

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- tube fused on its end. The “press” is then sealed to the bottom of this “blank” by welding with a Ras flame. All air is then exhausted from the “blank” through the thin tube. This is done by inserting the glass tube into a piece of rubber tubing which in turn is connected to an exhaust pump. Before the pumps are turned on a cover- _ ing which serves as an oven is pulled down over the tubes and they are subjected to a temperature of 400 degrees Centigrade to drive all gases from the glass walls and metal parts. While the exhausting is going on the plates are heated red- hot to remove the gases from the metal plates and supports. The pumps are turned off and a _ gas flame run around the bettom of the long glass tube until it melts off and forms the tip of the ' vacuum tube. The tube is now complete except for the base which is baked on by machine, the tips neatly soldered, and the tubes tested under ‘conditions similar to actual receiving. ee MORE' RADIO FREQUENCY Although radio frequency amplification is no _ mystery to the average experimenter or amateur, “many who have but recently become interested ‘would like to know something about radio fre- Wency amplification. ‘ “Radio frequency amplification has been de- sloped to a point of efficiency which makes it _ entirely satisfactory in the hands of the unskilled ~ amateur. "Equally as good results are obtained with one tage of radio frequency amplification with de- tector as with audio frequency amplification of wo stages. There are no doubt many owners of the tandard regenerative receivers who have con- ed disappointment into satisfaction by adding a@ stage of radio frequency to their sets in place of the second stage of audio frequency amplifica- One of the main reasons for the use of radio yuency amplification is that it allows the de- to * to do its work more efficiently. As is _ well known, a detector tube will fail to respond to a signal whose strength is below that of a certain value. By employing a stage of radio 1 y prior to the detector tube it is pos- ‘sible that a weak signal will be amplified by ‘the radio frequency stage to such a degree-that the detector tube will find itself in a better posi- n to rectify the signals. Unlike audio Seaseiey amplification, radio ; y is not affected by disturbing tube and noises. This is so because these noises at a relatively quen adit} ‘lation In accounting for the failure of radio frequency amplification to realize its full possibilities as vell as to explain the failure of certain makes of FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY _ densers. ee es > ~¢ . _—— . a oS pee must be taken of the fundemental diffculties that have to be overcome. One of the cbstacles has been the high capacity existing between the elements of tubes, a char- acteristic that presents great difficulties when using vacuum tubes as amplifiers. This is par- ticularly true at the shorter wave lengths. The realization that the efficiency of radio fre- queney amplification is directly dependent upon the accuracy with which the transformer is tuned to the incoming oscillates has aided transformer manufacturers. .Correct application of this prin- ciple has resulted in transformers that are su- perior in range as well as in quality of repro duction in tone volume. THREE COIL RECEIVER More difficult to tune, but experts find results superior. Although the variometer regenerative set is recognized as being the more popular radio receiver in use, there is another that runs it a clese second. It is the three coil honeycomb outfit, and in some respects is even superior to the variometer set. It is slightly more difficult to tune properly, but it is fully as efficient, and can be made to receive on any wave length used for any kind of radio communication to-day. The tuning instruments consist-of a three coil honeycomb mounting whichis simply an arrange- ment for holding the coils, and two variable con- r The one connected in the primary cir- cuit should be of .001 mfd. capacity, which is the usual 43 plate size, and the one across the see- ondary of .00025 mfd., the equivalent of the usual 11 plate condenser. The starfdard tube accessories, such as a tube socket, a rheostat, grid leak and condenser, bind- ing posts, wire, screws, etc., are also required. The entire set can be assembled on a composition panel twelve inches long and eight or nine inches wide. The two condensers are mounted next to each other in the lower left hand portion of the panel with the coil mounting centured above them. The rheostat is fastened at the extreme right with the tube socket directly behind it. The wiring of the honeycomb set can be done in twenty minutes. The left hand plug on the coil mounting is the primary, the middle one the secondary and the right hand one the tickler. The aerial wire goes directly to one end of the primary; the other end goes to the stationary plates of the .001 variable condenser, with the rotary plates of the latter to the ground. The .00025 variable condenser is shunted across the secondary plug, and thence across the grid con- denser and the plus side of the filament battery. To minimize the effect of the hand on the tuning of the set, the rotary plates of the small con- denser should be led to the filament side of the circuit. The tickler is inserted between the “P* st on the tube socket and one end of the phones. Rhy he co’ on s the wires leading to it. cist of this receiver Suected tor Ge cee broadcast , the The wavelength on the sizes of the co’

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26 ‘Fame and Fortune W€cary ‘NEV Una, JULY 25, 1924 Itinuns 10 SUBSCRIBERS Bingle COpics. se... cece nee ens Postage bree 8 Cents One Copy ‘iuree Months...... e2 § 1.00 e Oue Copy Six Mouths........- = af 2.00 One Copy Une Year.......... = 4.00 Canada, $4..0; Foreign, $5.00. MOW TY saND MONHY —At our risk send P. O. Money Uruer, Check or Kegistered Letter; remittances iu any other wuy ure ac your risk. We accept Postage Hlumps the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the Coin in a sepurate piece of paper to avoid cutting the envesope Write your name and address plainly. Address letters to HARRY E. WOLFF, Harry KE. Wolff, Pres. Publisher, Inc., fom KE, Nylander, See. 166 w. Zéd St, N. Y.J vw. . Wilsin, Treas. ITEMS OF INTEREST MOST NUMEROUS FOREIGN BORN According to the 1920 census, in the list of for- eign-born white population there are 1,683,298 Germans, 1,607,458 Italians and 1,035,680 Irish- men in the United States. There are more Rus- sians and more Poles in the United States than Irish, Russia being represented by 1,398,999 and Poland by 1,139,578 people. DEER LEARN QUICKLY The Bureau of National Parks reports that the deer in Glacier National Park, quick tg learn the advantage of the immunity furnished by Uncle Sam’s protective arm, have remained in the vi- cinity of the park administration buildings all winter. About 150 of the whitetailed variety came down, from the inaccessible Rocky Moun- tain recesses when winter first set in and they have depended on rations given them daily by the forest rangers. RICH, BURIED A PAUPER . Supposedly a pauper, J. Eggstein, who died at the poor farm and who is buried in the Potter’s Field, was worth -more than $100,000, according to information reaching the county "authorities at Hutchinson, Kan. A man who did not leave his name recently got affidavits of Eggstein’s death from the superintendent of the poor farm, saying that the man had $21,000 in a Kansas City bank and $100,000 worth of bond: mds. -Eggstein was picked up on the street, suppos- edly a stranded x arvest hand, last summer. He refused to give any information concerning him- self, saying it was nobody’s business. = SALT MADE FROM SEA WATER , into the h is provided that ot open ee: bapa? as ae ~~ ae Se FAME AND FORTUNE WFEFEKLY ebbs. From wu. itcvake pond the sea water is raised by a large paddle-wheel pump and goes — through the ponds mentioned, gradually becoming more and more concentrated, until it reaches the crystallizing ponds. It is run into these to a depth of about six inches when it has reached a strength of about 25.5 degrees Baumé, or when crystals of salt begin to form. The industry is on a sound basis, although competition has been keen among producers; conditions are better than they are on the Atlantic coast, where large con- signments of salt arrive at irregular intervals from Europe and tend to upset the market. Fur- thermore, t the climatic conditions in those part of California where the socalled solar evaporation methods are practiced are fairly regular little or no rain falls between March and October. The total evaporation during a season, from March and through October, aggregate about 30 inches. Harvesting commences about the middle of July, when five to eight inches of salt is found. woos ee s is! witiy 0 ' ; WIN Fe Ae alas Asia's ha TNR ail oka se og | 6 LAUGHS ‘“Vy don’t yer speak ter yer svell friendt at der odder end of der car?” “Shush! She ain’t paid her fare yet.” “ Wigwag—wWhat do you find the greatest daa back to a literary career? Scribbler—Return . postage. ; af She—Why do you want me to take the morning : glory as my fleral emblem? He—Because the morning glory knows when to shut up. ? “We're getting on pretty well, now that we're “Oh, pretty well, my son. : " Edith came running in one day in Ss PR tress. “Oh, mother,” she cried, “Mary has taken — the nest egg out of the old hen’ s nest, and now | how can she ever make another without sts pattern to go by?” “ om “Indians, you know,” said the widely read mamy are very stoical. “They’re never known to laug! “Oh! I don’t know,” replied the flippant panaat The poet Longfellow made Higa paler, Sec beautiful it is to see the sign of Spri read be remarked the landlady at the ast table. “I wish I could discover some pas spe of it in my mattress,” muttered the hall- room lodger. 35 “I thought you had a trained nurse to’ wai your wife?” “So I have.” “And now you're lo ing for more help?” “Yes, I find I have to ha three or four maids to wait on the trained — “Why didn’t you ask for your transfer as “ye entered the car?” demanded the conductor. | cause I saw a seat and wanted to get it b the man behind me. could. ae: it,” the

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Two PET reese BRING MISTRESS _ Miss Lois Hopkins of Woodlawn avenue is be-* ‘ing besieged with offers for her pet Airedales, ‘Bi and Pat, following their latest exploit. She was standing in her yard the other day then the two dogs came trotting out of the woods by carrying in their jaws a flat, brown ob- + which they laid at her feet with ingratiating ks. It proved to be a leather-covered quart of the type that fits snugly in an automo- e door-pocket and it was full of gin. They trotted off in the direction whence they ‘ame and returned in a few minutes with a pint bottle of the same spirits. _- Miss Hopkins followed on their third trip, but nd only some paper in which the fiasks had n wrapped. . DOG’S STOMACH PROVES DIAMOND MINE “Lucky, the Boston bull terrier belonging to Morris W. Messing of Gracean, Md., which some time ago swallowed $1,000 worth of diamond _ rings, was brought to Easton and operated upon r. J. W. Carrigan, veterinarian. In its ach were found two diamond rings, a penny, er and a dime. , set with a two-carat diamond, as the day it was last worn by The other had a 5% carat dia- nes were missing except one small one. ter the lawn grass had been cut, the house and searched and every conceivable place cked for the missing jewelry, Mr. Messing his pet chewing something, which proved to e leg of an alarm clock. : was watched pee po seen to swallow = one sted that two “stage rings” asa ae nad the dog soon proved to be the An X-ray examination settled the matter. dog has survived the gem-mining operation well. [ER SUPERSTITIONS DISPROVED a BY SCIENCE al common superstitions concerning the - have been dispelled by the Weather Bu- sau at Washington, says Popular Mechanics. In oth Europe and America there is an old belief ; a severe storm—the so-called “equinoctial e’_is due about the date of either equinox, at is, March 21 or Sept. 22. According to ts there is no maximum of storm fre- either in this co or abroad close to ite of either equinox. Of course, in the long ey otusr ional tn the gear, ta tude at all other'times in year, bu e Ataf n why they should be especially fre- ie equinoxes. Commen : : on th me, -£ to an ap- : ene science is unable to find any evi- — FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY 21 BRIEF BUT POINTED preciable extent, and is unable to conceive of any reason why it should.” The belief in “dry” and “wet” moons, indicated by the position of the lunar crescent in the evening sky, and a host of other notions, are denounced as merely idle sup- erstitions. A FRENCH CRIME MUSEUM The old “Conciergerie,” the medieval prison on the Island of the City in the heart of Paris, will be transformed into a “Museum of Justice and Police,” where children of the primary and high schools may come to study the evolution of methods of detecting crime and administering justice through the ages. The somber walls of the prison, with its dark dungeons, still contain all the instruments of tor- ture in use during feudal times to extract confes- sions from men charged with crimes or misde- meanors. - Documents showing the plots, counter plots and intrigues of the Renaissance, and the up- rising and violence of the nation during the Rev- olution have been preserved in its cellars. A bill has been introduced in the Chamber of Deputies by M. Petitjean requesting the Govern- ment in view of the great crime waves now sweeping France—murder, acts of violence and thefts—to gather these historical relics into a museum, so as to instill into the minds of youth c a salubrious fear and horror of crime, All the political upheavals and religious wars of the last thousand years have contributed to the history of and left their mark upon the old prison. Originally it formed a part of the palaces of the kings of France. It was rebuilt by Saint Louis, and became a prison under Charles V,, who in 1894 placed there in irons and chains a certain number of citizens of Nevers and the Nivernais, a pad raised the standard of rebellion against s rule. In the fifteenth century the Count of Armag- nac, Grand Constable of France, six hishops, sev-* eral members of Parliament and a number of women and children were massacred there with- out mercy by the popgiace. Count Louis de uin, a nobleman from Picardy, was burned ve, there by order of Francis I. ; Catherine de Medici had Count Montmomery 2 put to death within the prison walls. Availlac, the assassin of Henry IV, was tor- tured and in the yard which now serves as a stable for the horses of the Parisian of them, ‘ of Louis On and Robespierre awaited The aspect of the building is f ‘in =

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY : ITEMS OF INTEREST. E. P. WESTON, FAMOUS WALKER, QUITS : HIS FARM Edward Payton Weston, world-famous walker who twice has journeyed across the continent on foot, has become a Pennsylvanian after a life- time in New York State. ~Last month Weston, who lived in a lonely farmhouse near Plutarch, Ulster County, N. Y., was the victim of an at- tack of ruffians who shot him in the leg, broke into his house and barn and stole food and other articles. This led him, he: says, to decide to move, . BATTLESHIP WEST VIRGINIA HAS NEW PHOLE SYSTEM More than 100 loud speakers, carrying the commands of ofiicers to ail parts of the vessel, have been installed on the battleship West Vir- ginia as an improvement on the telephone sys- tems in use on other units of the fleet, according to an announcement from the Western Electric Comp -ny. Tucse are grouped on five circuits, any or all of which can be connected to receive calls. They are cperated from three talking stations, on the bridge while the ship is crui.ing, on the main deck aft while in port and in the contro] room during target practice and battle. A. two-stage vacuum tube amplifier gives sufiicient power for good transmission. Tne ioud speaker system is in addition to the telephone connections, of which the West Vir- ginia has 200 lines for ordinary use. To handle . the ship under battle conditions an entirely sep- arate fire control telephone arrangement has been devised to link those points functioning as units. The equipment for this was also furnished by the Western Electric Company, but because of its secret nature no details can be made public. Western Electric and naval engineers co-op- erated in working out the new telephone and loud speaking systems. Asp ; ESKIMOS ARE WORTH MILLIONS IN STOCK = Thirty years ago the Eskimos of Alaska had : nothing, but now they control nearly $5,000,000 worth of stock and property, according to Wil- - liam T. Lopp, superintendent of the Alaska di- vision of the United States Bureau of Education. He has been here inspecting reindeer herds graz- ey the plateau of Broad Pass. ause of the eneroachment of privately owned herds of reindeer on the Seward peninsula «and Point Barrow section of the territory it. is planned eventually to remove the Eskimo herds to a. ‘ Dread Pass, with Cantwell as the directing base. The first herd of 5,000 animals will be driven =a alow the Seward peninsula to Iditarod next fall, allowed to “s a recuperate and started again in time must be exercised,” said Mr. he reindeer fa f mo’ tticulad care andling the e big rivers before the break-up in” s. Once the it. For that reason the Eskimo herders wear — gantlet reindeer gloves and a reindeer-skin parka, and also spread reindeed skin in the sleds on which the little creatures are Ypres until the herd rounds up for the night and they can be de- livered to their mothers. ee In bringing over the herds from the Point Bar- _ row region it will be necessary to drive them to the Yukon River, there to load them on specially — constructed barges, on which they will be towed — up the river to Nenana, where they will be shipped by the Alaska Railroad to Cantwell. — : It is estimated there is a strip of 100 miles square in this vicinity suitable to reindeer graz- ing. With rail transportation at hand those in- _ terested in the industry predict that some day before long reindeer meat will be as common as mutton in-the markets of the states. a LOOK, BOYS! : ' JTRAPEZEE. a The Acrobatic Wonder Toy | — ALMOST HUMAN IN ITS ee ae ACTIONS! ei. It consists of a handsome parallel | — iron frame on which the little yellow | man accurately performs like an ath- | ey lete. a Five Different Stunts — THE FLYING TRAPEZE — Release the | trigger-pin and the figure swings for- | ward, gripping the brass trapeze-bar, | turns a somersault in the air and catches : a cross-bar by his heels. i THROUGH THE LOOP—A swift swing — and he goes through a wire loop, makes _ a turn and, catching by his heels, swings’ : head downward from a bar. THE GIANT SWING — He goes forward | with a rush, releases the trapeze,-catches | a horizontal-bar with his heels, makes | — two swift somersaults in the air and } eatches by his heels again. , He performs two more horizontal-bar — acts with the grace and agility of a cir- — cus star, and many new ones can be in-— vented. “ The Most Wonderful Toy in J the World! Aes PRICE<-$1.50. 37% The collapsible stand and the little mani-_ kin are neatly pac in-a handsome bo; Delivered anywhere in the United S$ receipt of price. Address ee ..,WOLFF NOVELTY CO, | 166 W. 23d St. New York City, | = re arms

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