Five Cent Wide Awake Library (vol. 1) (1880 05 17)
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Entered wecording to Act of Congress, tn the year 1819, by FRANK TOUSEY, “tn the office ofthe Ydbrarian of Congress, at Washington. D. S. ; \ SINGLE) May 17, 1880, FRANK TOUSEY. PUBLISHER, Subscription price, PRICE Vol I NOM TEA. \ f 18) Wintram Srreet, N. Y. $2.50 per year. | 5 CEN'TS. ; No. 266- An English Boy in America. (Continued from Wide Awake Library, No. 265.) SiN i) | Se | i | Ma? | A, : wo II “a | f Ht il Tr | | i P esc NSSz5 \ : il ; ~My Be me ye 2 \ tt | =a i ! | N | ; : a) | ae NES | S Wy “Me ejaculated Bob, “Oh, s’elp me tater. CHAPTER I. : sane “Oh, by Bei get" gasped Bob, ie oa h’Amer-| “In the distance,” said the owner of the elas GOING UP IN THE WORLD. icans do beat b’all.” “you can. see, New York, Boston and Maine ° When they arrived on the top floor, the con- | then. whispering to our hero, continued, ey Onl ‘In leu of going down, our hero found himself ‘ductor opened the door and Bob found himself | you like to view the Falls of Niagara?’ } ascending. on the roof of the buildin “Th ” a ‘Here, stop der ole thing!” he cried. “It’s| “ Vell, s’elp me tater!” Tie ejaculated, ‘‘ Ve’re thine ae ragidea BaP ae uetey that ‘goin der wrong way!” up in the h’air.” The exhibitor ath oe “Oh, shut up!” said the ticket-taker; ‘‘ where| Following the crowd, he mounted to a sort of ff the eee or examined the lens, ae pve : do. you think you are?” - platform, when a man accosted him, saying: off the fly, saying: $ In der Polly-teck-nick divin’-bell. Ain’b I?’) ‘‘ Would you like to take a peep phroueh the| ‘If you boys play any more tricks on me, rn. ‘ied Bi | Centennial telescope?” chuck some of you off the roof,” after which he+ ob. “Not much, » chuckled the man, ‘You're in| Bobnodded and was resontly peering through turned the telescope toward the sky, t i jammoth een going on to. the roof of ‘a glass, on the end of which a boy, who was Bale ems vag Lee take “es peels Mai Building. anyone standing near, had slyly stuck a wet f Vib sila’ ara, ; s
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mA a RL OTE ‘*Tt’s all mist,” said our hero, quitting the eye- piece. ‘ ; -*©One dollar,” demanded the man. ‘Wot for?” For looking through my couble-gas-magni- fying chromatic telescope,” snarled ‘the man; “‘o) dern you, do you imagine I trucked this heavy masheen up here for your amusement?” “ Pony up,” said the boys. \ “ Yes, pony up, London Bob,” cried a well known voice behind him, and turning he beheld his steamship friend, Jemmy O’Brien. “Wot, Jemmy, h’old pal!” he cried; “vy, s'elp me tater, who’d h’a t’ort ’ov seein’ yer at nee Centennial,” with which he shook his friend’s and. ; : “ Wot’s der difficulty with yez?” said Jeommy, after they had chatted awhile. . “Vy, D've bin peepin’ at New York, an’ Boston, an’ Niagara Falls,” said Bob, ‘an’ dis bloke vants me ter pay him a dollar. It’s as much as his ole tallow-scoop is worth.” Jemmy came to his friend’s assistance, and told the telescope man he was a fraud, where- upon the latter hit out and caught our heroa rouser on the nose. “A fight—a. fight!” cried the delighted boy spectators, while the adult ones cleared out. “ Yer ’it me, vill you!” snorted Bob, pulling off his coat and dancing up to the man; the squaring off, Janded a napper on the fellow’s ‘** bread bag.” , “T sekind yer!” shouted Jemmy. ‘Sock it inter him! Give him gin an’ ginger.” The telescope man was no match for Bob, who quickly brought him to terms, after which to the amusement of the boys, who loudly cheered him, he fastened the man’s telescope to the halliards of a flag-pole, then hoisted it, saying: ___ ‘Now, ef yer want tersee Niaggery, New York and Bostang, shin up dere an’ jerk down yer ole thingumbob—savvy?”’ with which, tying the halliards to the top of the pole, he slid down aud walked off with Jemmy, leaving the tele- scope man cursing in several languages. ‘“ Well, me bhoy,” said his friend, as they seated themselves in the elevator, ‘‘how have “yez been doin’ since I saw yez land? an’ why do ‘yez wear a cap like a base ball plaver?” AG's Ah, s’elp me tater,” grinned Bob; ‘I kawn’t . Vardly tell yer, Jommy. I’ve ’ad sich a high ole time! This h’exhibition is h’awful on ’ats, yer know.” . “Have inquired the wag. ‘ No,” answered our hero; ‘‘ I ’ayen’t seen any yet—but I’ve got me a ’unting-knife here,” with which he produced a bowie, given him in Lon- don—a tremendous weapon made for some stage Indian-killer. “Took any skelps yet?’ slyly demanded Jemmy. “Wo,” said, Bob. ‘I ain’t seen no blawsted Injines, yer know.” 5 “What! didn’t yez see’m walking down Broad- way?’ cried Jemmy. ‘ Yez Britishers always talks ay New York asif it was on the prairie. Yoz ought to hev kept yer eyes open. Dere’ lot's av Injuns atde big wigwam in Fourteenth street ' ~Tammany chiefs an’ whiskey-skins. Oh, be- gorra, yez didn’t half do New York,” then as ' they arrived on the floor, added, mysteriously: “Come out into the grounds, me bhoy; Ill show yez where ye kin see a buffalo, an’ if yez got de ' piuck, can take a skelp.” Deiiecoes No lawks,” demanded Bob. 1 | “Devil a wan,” calmly replied Jommy, add- ing, inan undertone: “it won’t be a lark for * yez, me swate greeny,” then pulling Bob by the sleeve, whispered: ‘‘This way, me bhoy.” - In a retired part of the ground, some Buffalo Bills had formed a ‘‘Western Camp,” and were ' fiying in true hunter fashion (upon butcher’s ' meat, baker’s bread and lager beer). Jemm. knew of this camp and resolved to put up a jo on his old chum. _ _‘The day was warm, and the hunters were lazi- ly smoking in their hammocks,so the boys found _ hem at home. - ' “See here, boss,” said Jemmy, winking at the fead hunter, a Baxter street ranger, Who had al- jowed his hair to grow like a woman’s, and had __ diessea himself in a buckskin suit, loaned by a circus cualumer, ‘this yer bhov,” winking again ‘und pointing at Bob, ‘tis a blarsted Britisher, ' who wants ter take an Injun scalp or two, or _ kill a buffale,” winking again; ‘‘un’stan’?’ The long-haired hunter. half arose in his ham- mock, then, scowling at Bob in a very fero- cious manner, demanded, in a hoarse, theatrical ce: ESS ech *“Cans’t thou use the unerring rifle—draw a ead on a bar at three thousand yards, and owt him threugh the pip of his eye—hey?” Z ez killed any buffaloes yet?” gravely | B AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. Vell,” smilingly returned our hero, winking at Jemmy, ‘‘1 don’t know as ’ow I kin “ita blooming boujum in the h’eye—but I kin stick im with my bowie—by George!” Just then, another beat, who was dressed to represent ‘‘Coyote Sam, the Scalper of Sonora,” aroused himself, saying? “Stranger, I opine yer would like ter raise ‘|b’ar! In the woods, behind this ranchero, lurks a savage, catawampos red—he seeks skelps! Would you win immortal fame—transmit your emblazoned name to everlasting posterity—seek him, and—skelp him! I have spoken!” ‘Took here, by George!” demanded Bob, who began to think that they charged for every- thing. ‘‘Wot’s ter psy?” “Tf your unerrinys rifle levels the bounding buffalo,” said the first hunter who had spoken, ‘we charge two hundred dollars, an’ keep the skin an’ meat.” Here he paused; and, turning away his face, got rid of a smile, then added: “Wal, stranger, are ye thar?” CHAPTER IL. SCALP HUNTING. LirrLe did London Bob imagine that he was being guyed. Like thousands of Englishmen, he, in his heart, believed that, mixed up with our civilization, we have red men and buffaloes, Parawaus waltzing around the New York gin mills, and the bound- ing bull roaring rampageously over our land. Bob was no tool; he was merely misinformed. “Two hundred doMars!” he murmured. ‘*Wot der yer charge ter let a bloke take a skelp?” en dollars,” said the second hunter, the re- nowned Coyote Sam, whose real name was Sam- my Bloxam, while Jimmy O’Brien glanced up- wards and whistled, in order to keep from laughing. “Ten dollars,” mused Bob; ‘that’s the price ov a ’at,” adding, in a thoughtful tone: ‘I thought yer vos glad to hev der reds killed off?” ‘oScuse me,” groaned Jimmy, rushing from the camp and retreating to a clump of brush- wood hehind it, where he indulged in a prolong- ed guffaw. ‘“Wall, stranger, are you thar?” growled Coy- ote Sam.” sae ven you gets der blooming skelp?” said ob. - The mighty hunter nodded, saying: i ‘Wait here. L[ will scout until I see the lithe form of the treacherous red man, stealing, in sinuous workings, among the forest trees that surround the backside of our prairie home. Then will I give the shrill signal of the border- er,” placing two of his fingers in his mouth and whistling. ‘Then, stranger, steal forth; ad- vance with bated breath and glittering blade; spring upon the foe—grasp his scalp-lock—cut neatly around the ruffian’s brow,” and making a eculiar noise with his teeth and tongue. ‘‘ Ko- isque—flop—and the bleeding trophy is yours.” ‘*Brave—o—'Icks!” ‘cried Bob, carried away by the ‘‘ Dime Novel” description of the mighty hunter. ‘‘ Brave—o—‘Icks! [ll skelp der bloom- ing boojum! Yes, by George!” _ ‘ Hist!” said Coyote, motioning him to be silent. ‘Not a word—not a breath!” ~ Then stealing forth, as thongh abont to track an Indian, he vanished. RSeBy. George !? whispered Bob to the owner of the buffalo, ‘‘b’aint he ’ell on chinuin’? Vy, he beats Icks at der Vic., an’ my fawther used to say ’Icks beat ’ell!” ; n a little while our hero heard the shrill sig- nal, whereupon he grasped his bowie and crept after Coyote Bill, never for a moment noticing a rapidly gathéring crowd to his left, among whom was Jemmy O’Brien, who whispered to the amused spectators: “Whist now; see the bull headed Britisher. We've guyed him to try an’ take Bloody-nosed Mick’s scalp.” _ Bloody-nosed Mick was a Ninth Ward repeat- er, engaged by the sham hunters to eR ESeece a Sioux Indian, and who, having had from Coyote Sam, was ready for the racket. He was painted and feathered like one of those wooden reds placed at the doors of segar stores, and certainly looked very ferocious; but Bob, who was bent on taking home a scalp, was by no means scared. Mick, on seeing our hero, dropped on all fours, and crawled towards a faucet, set in a paving ‘stone and labeled, “‘ Indian Spring,” while Coy- ote Sam went around among the amused spec- tators, holding out his hat, saying: : ‘Subscription towards the performance of + frontiorsman scalping an Overshoe Indian!? + is ‘* cue” The quarters rattled in after'a lively fashion; the crowd seeing that fun was instore tor them: { i" Bob spotted his victim, set his teeth, and drep- > ping upon his hands and knees, started after the — réd, who was murmuring: . : ‘“Come on, yer derned snoozer,” while the merry crowd, led by Jemmy O’Brien, yelled: “Three cheers for London Bob.” : It never occurred to our hero that he wat making an ass of himself. Wasn’t he in’ America, the land of the re man? 5 ‘ “Yes, by George!” ; Finding that the gravel of ‘‘the prairie” cut the knees of his pants, he half arose; then thrusting -his knife, crossways, between his teeth, crept towards his victim. , i Mick waited until Bob was right on to him, then turned and uttering an Irish whoop, in-— tended for an Indian war-cry, and answering tg a dot, prsepey his befeathered head and butted his would-be scalper fair in the stomach, afte1 which, graspin ENE the hip, he back-threw our hero, and im slap in the Indian spring. Deeming that his end was near, Bob remained as still as though he were dead, while Mick, flourishing a stage tomahawk, yelled: “Clan-na-gael! Tammany—wirrah—woop!” then rushed at him and began to chop ali around the spring. f *Oh, by George!” moaned our hero; ‘‘h’it’s h’all h’up with Bob. I shall never see Vitechapel agin;” when, with a yell and a flourish, Coyote and the other ‘‘hunter” came running towards him, firing their rifles, ane shouting: “Rah—rah—rah!” hearing which the Indian scooted. ‘ Bob buttoned his eyes and pretended to he in: | sensible; so Coyote lifted him in his arms, and,: amid terrific applause from the delighted crowd, carried him towards the camp, yelling: ‘Savea—saved! Coyote Sam never fails ov the warpath!” Unfortunately for the long-haired hero, just . as he reached camp, his pard, the owner of the buffalo, fired a wad into the brave Coyote’s back, whereupon he dropped Bob, and clapping bcth hands behind him, yelling to his assailant: ‘*You gol-dern careless fool; you’ve shot ne, This made the crowd roar with laughter. “Tt was only a wad, Sammy,” said the other hunter. : “Wad be hanged,” groaned Coyote. “It’s made a hole in my hide.” ‘*Bah!” shouted the crowd. Bob arose on his hands and knees and crawled into the wigwam, where he found Sam in a cor- BEN busily engaged in digging the wad out of his skin. : . ‘“Are yer badly wounded?” whispered our’ ero. F ‘Yes, gol-dern yer, an’ all through yer, yer cussed idiot!” snarled Coyote. : “T—I’n h’awful h’obliged ter yer fur savink me life,” said Bob. ‘‘Von’t yer come somevere an’ ave somethink?” : The hunter’s form relaxed and, re-arranging his buckskin garments, he smilingly replied: ‘Look a here, young feller, if yer want ter de der thing handsome, send fur two gallons of lager. Mick will go. * All right,” nodded Bob, whereupon Coyote whistled. ’ j In a little while the owner of the B. D, en- tered, and at a hint from Coyote, our hero gave © him three dollars with which to procure a ‘‘hunt- er’s feast.” ‘ **Send Mick,” said Sam. ‘All right,” answered the other. ' After a short delay, in came the Indian, laden - with Jager and a dish of sandwiches, Jemmy O’Brien following, grinning, behind him. On’seeing the noble red man acting as waiter, Bob looked mad. ; ‘“What’s matter?” inquired Coyote, handing him a mug of lager. ‘“‘Matter,® growled Bob, ‘‘vy, I see the hole: biz b’is a bloomin’ sell! It’s like the Turks and) Turkies in der main building. By George, yer h’Amerikins beat h’all. That blawsted boojum ain’t a h’Injun. By George, I’m sold agin.” .. ‘‘Bejabbers an’ that’s true,” said the Indian. ‘« Here’s to yez, London Bob.” ; him anded CHAPTER III. BOB MEETS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. , “ve ’ad enough ov der Centennial fer ter day,” said Bob, as he quitted the hunter’s camp. , “JT say. Jemmy, didn’t you know that vos a bloomin’ swindle?” Hsbc 7
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AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. “Me!” ejaculated the swindling boy—* me! | Begob, I was as much sowld as yez!” ‘Are there h’any red h’Injuns in h’Ameriky. by George?” demanded our hero, who began to think everything was asell. ‘Are there h’any -buffaloes, or h’is it h’all a bleeding boojum?” “Oh, bejabbers, yez should go out west!” said Jemmy. ‘* Yez would find ’em plentifuller then bugs in a London bed.” ‘“By George!” murmured Bob, ‘‘ I’d rather hev # London bug ticklin’ my hide den dem dere musket—neers—blawst ’em! bug, but, s’elp me tater, yer keant ’it a wot-yer- allem!” : **Come an’ try some av the great American delicacy, pop-corn,” said his chum, leading the way to the mammoth corn-popper, about which a crowd of boys and girls had gathered. Placing themselves in a good spot near the big popper, they watched the process of manufac- ture. Some years ago an enterprising American in- troduced pop-corn into London, but it never took the Cockney taste, and to-day, in the British Museum, a cake or equare of sugared pop is ex- hibited, labeled: , : ““POP CORN, **An American production, much used by ne- groes in the southern states.” So much for our English cousins’ knowledge of our delicious preparation of ‘* busted maize.” . From the foregoing it will easily be under- stood that Bob did not know what pop-corn was. fide stood, stared at the popper, and murmur- ed: ‘‘Selp me tater, vot’s that vite vool?” ‘* Pop-corn,” said Jemmy, “Pop ’ell!? muttered our hero, ‘ Corn is veat, an’ that’s like little buttons.” The man who ran the popper winked at him,' saying: ** Yer don’t git any ov dis in Vitechapel—hey, Bob? Have yer furgot me?” * Wot, Slippery Dick, der pie-man?” cried our hero, putting out his hand. “ Vy,s’elp me tater, 7ow are yer—ow long yer bin here?” ‘Scuse me shakin’ ands until I gits through wid dis pop,” said Dick, who was an old pal of Bob's. ‘Try some of this stuff, it’s bully.” Bob purchased a quart, then, halving it be- tween himself and Jemmy, placed a pinch in his mouth and tasted, but presently spit it out again, saying: : ‘By George, it tastes like scorched nothin’.” “Tt’s good,” said Jemmy. “Here, take my share,” smilingly observed ourhero. ‘ H'if I vants a luxury, give me a penworth ov scorch peas; this stuff is all husk.” “Try some paynuts,” suggested Dick, who could not avoid laughing at his’ chum’s greenness. “Come back and see me before you quit for the night.” “ Missus wid yer?” inquired Bob. : “Yes,” nodded Dick, ‘ You'll find her at vun ov our stalls in the Main Building, dressed as the Genius ov h’Ammerikin Liberty.” | ‘* Vy don’t dey hire ah’Ammerikin gal?” asked our hero, as they moved towards the champion peanut-roasting apparatus. _ ‘Well, yer see,” chuckled Jemmy, “the fact is the Amerikin ladies don’t care to go into a place where they have to work from seven until seven, besides. I’ve heerd dat the Amerikin jan- uses of Ameriky looked so awful killin’, an’ get married so fast, dat der pop-corn man was obliged to engage an English woman.” uv By George!” grinned Bob, not seeing the joke, *‘ that’s complimentary ter h’England.” “Yes.” chuckled Jemimy, ‘‘nobody wants to TL thim, bekase they’re already hitched.” “Oh, £0 on,” growled Bob. ‘ Missis Dick Sid- ders ain’t got der h’itch. I’ve knowed her ever since she vos @ kid.” - “Ohl? roared Jemmy. ‘‘Be me sow], Bob, ye'll kill me. I didn’t say she had der itch. ints forbid.” _ “ Allright,” grunted our hero, who was still ignorant of the meaning of the word ‘‘ hitched,” adding ina mysterious whisper: ‘ I’ve ’ad it, though, h’awful—andlin’ dirty coppers.” “ Here’s the paynuts,” said his friend, desirous of changing the subject. “Vy, blow me, dey looks like monkies’ ’eds,” said Bob. ‘Vy, I knows these fakements, dey sells em in Covent Garden; cails ’em ground nuts dere.” 2 : ‘« Shows their derned ignorance,” said Jemmy, - who did not know that was one of the names _ given to the nut. 5 Bob purchased a Pad and sharing them with his chum, started for the Main Building to _ see Mrs. Biber Dick, or Mrs. Sidders, as she _ was proper: ly called. | : \ A Yer kin kitch a}, After hunting about awhile they discovered her, dressed in a gorgeous suit made out of an American flag, and wearing a red cap of lib- erty; when, to the amusement of the spectators, Bob drew off a pace or two from her, and moy- ing his head first on one side, and then on the other, cried: ‘\Vy, Missis Sidders, h’ain’t yer a bloomin’ toff?” ; Whereupon she replied: ‘Vy, London Bob, ’ow do you do?” It was perfectly horrible to hear them slaugh- ter their H’s, and the crowd looked on and gasp ed at the murder. “Ow long ’ave yer been ’ere?” cried our hero. “‘Since the h’opening,” she smilingly replied; * 2ow’s h’all the folks at ’ome?” ¢ ‘Hall vell,’’ grinned Bob; ‘‘ vy, s’elp me tater, yer looks like yer sister ’Arriet, vot vos in der Ballet at der h’old Shoreditch.” “She’s h’in h’Ammeriky, now,” laughingly answered the lady; ‘‘she’s gota hvenga ements h’as h’a h’Italian primereuse, at Booth’s Theater, New York.” } ‘¢ Wot’s her line?” inquired our hero. “ Balley,” said Mrs. Sidders. ‘Oh, she dances ere now, Bob; she kin kick ’igher than yer ead. “By George!” he grinned, ‘‘von’t she ’it der toffs. She h’always vos a rawsper; wot play does she h’appear h’in?” j ‘* Sardine-apple-ole-hoss!’’said the lady; ‘‘ it’s a h’English piece; they say the costooms is puf- fectly ’eavenly.” , “ Like der h’angels,” grinned Boh; “ a yard of vite cotton an’ good deal of trumpet, hey?+ “Don’t be vicked, Bob,” returned the lady, adding, as the penal for closing began: ‘‘There goes the ’orn, Thank goodnessvorks h’over for to-day,” with which she drew some curtains about the stand, then, after making a rustling noise within, presently emerged as plain Mrs. Sidders. : Inashort time, Dickcame up to them, and, bidding Jemmy good-day, they started for Phil- adelphia. “Come and dine with us, they alighted from the car. ‘*No, yer comean’ bey some grub with me,” said Bob; so they proceeded to his hetel, where, seating themselves: he observed; “Ve'll’ave a h’old h’English dinner.” ‘Oh, no;” said the lady, ‘‘order vot’s going.” When the waiter-girl came, our hero winked at her, saying: “ ‘‘Three ov wot’s goin’, an’ be sharp!” “‘How?” snapped the girl. ‘How? vy, on plates an’ dishes,” he snarled, adding, as he smiled: ‘‘ By George, I never shall learn this h’American lingo; they says ’ow v’en they means vot.” he waitress was duly instructed by Mrs. Sid- ders, and presently returned with a full tray; among the dishes being raw tomatoes, sweet corn and sweet potatoes. The Sidders sailed in, but nothing would in- duce Bob to taste the tomatoes or corn. “No, not fur Robert,” he murmured; ‘not them red things, by George; them’s pizen!” “Do try some of this corn,” pleaded Mrs. 8.; but our hero only shook his head, saying: “Oh, no; Bob ain’t no shanghai rooster, by George!” : ,’ said Mrs, 8., when CHAPTER IV. MEETING COCKY WATKINS. Bos ended his meal, then turned to his friends, saying: ; “Look ear, vot yer say ter goin’ ter the thea- ter? ‘I’m willing,” replied the popcorn artist, and ina few moments they were on their way to the Gy.\ rch,” Procuring balcony tickets, they mounted aloft, and, having provided themselves with some pea- nuts, began to chat and chew. ‘elp me tater,” murmured Bob, ‘ ain’t it ot hup ’ere?” with which he yanked off his coat, and was folding it in order to sit upon it, when his chum said: “Don’t do that, Bob, it ain’t the style herc.” “By George! 1 don’t care,” said our hero. “Ym h’English—I kin sit in my shirt sleeves if Llike, by George!” Just then the curtain rang up, and the play, “David Crockett,” began. t Bob sat and watched it without saying any- thing until Davy barred the door with his arm and fought the wolves, when he sprang to his feet, crying: a ‘Ang on, Davy! Sockit inter’em. ‘It ’em Ashen CoN 4 3 in the h’eyes—give ’em fits. Go it, me bloomily’ keovey, I'll see yer through. It deyre blawsted noses. Slam in—yera boojum. Go it.” . ‘Here, yer sit down, won’t yer?” growled a Philadelphia plug-ugly who was seated behind bim, but Bob kept it up, shouting: .. ‘Go it, David, old cock. Hold on a minute; T’ll come down and help yer.” Then, rushing from the balcony he descended the steps, and thrusting his head in at the window of the ticket office, yelled: ‘\’Ere, vere’s der door ter der bloomin’ stage? Dem blawsted wolves has scoop- ed der supper, an’ are playin’ ’ell wid Daye.” The ticket seller was in the act of sorting a set of tickets when our hero burst in upon him. Seizing a bludgeon, kept in case of an attempt to rob the office, the man dealt Bob a rouser on the head, crying: : “Yer derned galoot—git! Who the blazes are Bob hauled off then, darting in his left, fetch- you—a lunatic?’ ed the man a regular sneezer on the conk, shout- ' ing: , don’t yer know me? I’m London Bob— take that.” “Take that,” screamed the man, giving him a Jaw lifter; then, starting an alarm, rang for the police, pe “Halloo!” growled a cop, who presently came puffing in; ‘‘ what’s matter?” ; ‘*Vot’s matter!” moaned our hero, wiping his streaming nose, ‘‘vot’s matter! Vy. dat blawst- ed boojum ’it me on the ’ead, an’ h’almost knock- ed my h’eye h’out,” : “Run him in!” excitedly observed the ticket- seller. ; Bob’s friend having a lady to see to, had not followed him, so the cockney was the under dog: in the fight. The cops began to handle him roughly, and as Bob was by no means a coward, he let out right and left; however, it availed him lit- tle, for in ten minutes he found himself in a po- lice cell. ‘By George,” he murmured, as hesat up, rub- bed his bruises, ‘‘if dis yer’s goin’ ter der h’ex- hibition, Bob’s had *bout enough h’ov it. Fust, my ’ed is punched, an’ then I’m histed winder der jaw an’ lifted under der ear. By George,’ it’s a fellov a place! Ill cut it, slope for’ome. Give me h’old h’England; dis ain’t no blawsted place fur Bobby. tort I vos up ter snuff, but dese h’Americans licks me,” with which he curled — himself and settled down to sleep. Presently the door of the cell was opened, and — a big, bulky rowdy was thrust in. It being Centennial time, the police had no op- portunity of thoroughly searching the ordinary Pacer, so the man had contrived to seerete a cnife. “Halloo,” he growled, stumbling over Bob. ‘Who the blazes are you?’ : London Bob raised his swollen features and regarding the new-comer, said: ‘+ Vot the ’ell is that ter yer?” ‘Why, yer an h’Englishman, ain’t yer?” said the fellow ; : _ ‘Yes, by George!” snarled Bob, “‘h’I’m h’Eng- lish, but ’ow everybody knows I h’am staggers me, ‘“‘T’m glad ter see yer; I’m h’English,” observ? ed the thief. ‘‘Give me yer ’and, me boy, my name is Cocky Watkins.’ d ““Vy,selp me tater, yer don’t say?” cried Bob, extending his flipper. ‘‘I knows yer gal at the | Greasy Pig, Vitechapel; she’s a reglar stun- ner, Yes,” nodded the brute, who did not care a | red for the young woman; ‘‘ what’s yer name?” Sing Sing, an’ I vos goin’ ter look yer up.” The man uttered a low, sinister laugh, then said: “Don’t yer know that Sing “Ts it?” replied our hero; * “Yea,” answered Cocky. Bob scratched his head: he was honest, and des- pised a fellow who was a thief. After a pause, he said: . ‘“ Wot wos yer misfortin?” « ‘Well, yer see,” said Cocky, ‘I was’ard up, Sing is a jug?” _ wot, alag crib?” here he paused and laughed, thenadded: ‘* Yer conteever?”” f tt t “Yes.” said the boy; ‘‘ yer a blawsted ‘* Not?” yelled the man, springing to his feet. Bob, scrambling into a “T ain't pores ov yer.” Ev I The thief blustered awhile, then, pretending that he had been joking, said: “Come we all has our misfortun’s, I’ve tried perpendicular position. . “London Bob,” answered our hero; ‘I vos in © der coster line; yer gal told me dat yer lived in an’ von evening I cum across a h’old cove witha gold ticker, an’ my ’and run up agin it, an)——” fakiv.% 0 ““Oh, yer keam’t bOunce me, by George!” said
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Ad & ter keep square, but they won’t lef me;” with which he began to snivel. Bob felt sorry for him, and said so, whereupon he told him a long yarn, and so played on his feelings that our hero began to pity him. About twelve o’clock Bob fell off to sleep, but Cocky Watkins kept what he termed ‘* one eye open.” As the prison bell tolled out two, Watkins peel and creeping toward Bob, began to search im. ; He knew that English emigrants usually wear their money in a belt secured about the waist. By fanning the sleeper with his hat, he kept him slumbering. At length he discovered the belt, and unbutton- ing Bob’s coat and vest, was cutting a hole in the boy’s shirt when his victim awoke. “Wot yer h’at?” snarléd our hero, when, rais- ing his knife, the thief drove it into the boy’s side; then, grasping him by the throat, proceed- ed to choke’ him. CHAPTER V. BOB STARTS FOR NEW YORK, Tuer thief did his best to fix London Bob, but the latter struggled like a little man. Luckily. the point of the knife had entered the chamois-skin belt, and struck into a cluster of gold pieces, thus saving his skin. Bob writhed and twisted, and finally succeed- ed in getting one of Cocky’s hands in his'mouth. Setting his teeth hard until he almost bit off his assailant’s finger, he presently compelled the thief to let up and release him. As he did this the officers entered the cell, say- ing: B Here, what’s the row?” ' ‘Der bloke has got der jim-jams, an’ has tried to kill me,” said Bob. “Bulldoze him,” said one of the cops; and _ presently Cocky was laid out and bounced into a dark cell. * Blow meetin’ yer feller countrymen,” mur- mured the boy, as the door was swung to on him. *Pdyrather trusta h’Ammerrikin than a h’es- 4 .s0n, caped h’Englishman, by George!” About ten o’clock that morning hé was taken before the police justice. As the ticket seller would not appear against him, he was discharged, the official saying: ‘Young man, you have had a narrow escape; take my advice, quit Philadelphia and return to London.” “‘Svelp me tater, I vill,” he murmured, as he made his bow to the beak. ‘I vant ter see New York,” with which he sloped out of the court and went back to his hotel. Packing his Centennial beaver in his trunk, Bob paid his bill, and shouldering his baggage, stepped aboard a street car, the conductor of which was busily engaged “Punching with care In the presence of The passinjare,” so did not notice him. “Here, shoot that box!” cried the passengers, as our hero plumped his trunk on to the seat. ‘«This ain’t an express wagon.” Bob never moved a muscle. “Here,” growled the conductor, giving the | strap a jerk, ‘‘off yer go with that coffin!” Bob did not stir. Grasping the trunk by its cord, the man en- deavored to lug it off the seat, but Bob prevent- ed him, saying; ; | “Pll pay fur it,” same as for a passenger. “T don’t care,” snarled the man. ‘I’m going to yank it out; this ain’t no express waggin.” ' “T tell yer I'll pay furit, yer blawsted Jack!” cried Bob. ‘It only takes the room of one per- Wy BY. George, I'd like ter see yer move it.” “Turn him out!” chorussed the passengers. Bob saw that the odds were against him, so he pede) aud, shouldering his baggage, descend- e “femme express it ter the depot for yer!” said ‘a man who was driving an old trap marked: ‘CENTENNIAL EXPRESS, Sam SwHATMAN.” re “Yer carry it sure?” demanded Bob. “There’s my card,” said the fellow, handing him a greasy ticket. i ‘Bob glanced at it, then asked: “Ow much will yer chafge ter take it ter the Pensil-waynee Central depot?” f _“ Kifty cents!” replied the jeadest of dead beats, and a bogus expressman. ‘Come, I'm in/a hurry. Shall I take yer trunk?” arvas bum, who was the |. Jhis pocket, and pulling AN ‘ENGLiSH BOY IN AMERICA. “Yes,” answered our hero, for the day was pris hot. Loading it upon his trap, the fellow said: “Come, pay me fifty cents.” ‘Not till yer delivers it,” grinned the boy; ‘Yow do I know yer won’t prig it? No, Pll pay ven I gets it at the depot!” The man glanced at him, then said: “ Well—I’ll trust you.” Saying which, he mounted his conveyance and \ drove off. \ As he was vanishing, Jemmy O’Brien came rushing across the street, shouting: ‘Bob, yez haven’t given that beat yer trunk, have yez?”? ‘* Ves,” nodded our hero. “You don’t say?” cried Jemmy; ‘‘come along, chum—we must get it back;” then started after Sweatman, Bob following at a trot. : Luckily the road was crowded with vehicles, so the thief was soon overtaken. Springing into the back of the wagon, the lads seated themselves on the trunk. ‘*Here—I don’t carry passengers !’ yelled the man; ‘ git out of this!” -‘Not much,” said Jemmy; ‘‘you’re going ter carry us, my honey-bud.” ‘*‘ May I be derned if I do!”: said the man, halt- in, Lis horse, Giving him a yank backwards, the lads seized his hands and secured him; then, to the amuse- ment of the lookers-on, grasped the reins, and turning the horse’s head, drove towards the de- pot. They arrived just in time for the train to New York, and quitting the seat, unloaded the trunk, and released the man, saying: **Git, yer bloomin’ snoozer.” ‘« Where’s an officer?” shouted the bum, who, up to that tinie,-had kept silent. ‘*Oh, dry up, you old rum-sucker,” cried Jem- my. Then turning to Bob, inquired: “Got yer ticket? I’m goin’ back on the same train wid yez.” Our hero nodded. In a little while they were on board the cars, which were crowded with folks going home from the Centennial. } About half way to New York, as the friends were chatting, they experienced a tremendous shock, and presently found themselves turned over and over. The car had rolled down an embankment. For some moments they remained all ina heap at the far end of the vehicle. Presently Bob emerged from the jam, and af- ter feeling himself in order to ascertain wnuether he was injured, said: ‘Selp me tater, wot yer call dis, by George?” ‘Oh, this ain’t’nothin’,” merrily replied Jem- my. ‘‘Nobody killed, thanks to the patent brakes.” They crawled out of the windows, an) when they were safely landed, our hero said: ‘Tm blowed if h’America don’t beat h’Eng- pad vv yer has h’accidents dat don’t kill peo- ple. CHAPTER VI. IN WHICH BOB WINS A HOUSE AND LOT, JEMMY’S statement proved true, as no onehad been killed by the accident, and after some de- lay, the passengers were transferred to fresh Soe were once more rushing towards New ork, After they passed Trenton, a candy-package agent entered the train, and noticing that Bob was green, offered him a Centennial prize box. ‘‘T never h’eats candy,” observed our hero. “Don’t yer want ter win a prize?” demanded the boy. ‘‘These packages contain various prizes, ranging from a ten cent stamp to a hoss and buggy.” E Bob grinned, then said: ““Yer take me fur a blawsted donkey, hey?” ‘Oh, it’s all O. K., Bob,” whispered Jemmy O'Brien, tipping the candy-man a wink. ‘‘I once knew a man who won a house and lot in a prize-candy package.” “Ow the blazes did dey get der ’ouse into a{ package?” grinned Bob. “Och, yezgreen gander,” said Jemmy. ‘Sure, yez don’ think dey put the house in the pack- age? bi “No, by George,” knowingly replied our hero; ‘then lowering his voice, said: ‘‘ Ain’t dese pack- ages h’all a derned stall?’ “T only tell yez what I know,” quickly an- swered Jemmy. gt Hike! & Z - Bob arose in his seat, dived his right hand into rele out a roll of notes, select- ed a dollar bill, saying, in a loud voice, so as te attract attention: , “Give me four ov yer blawsted pack-er-gis; vile ’'m a doin’ der toff I may as vell do it ’an- som’,” Everyone in the car arose, and as the prize: package agent handed the boy four small par- cels, they all sniggered. Bob took the packages, then seating himself began to tear them open. here was a lot of paper about them. This added to the niystery. While he was stripping off the wrappers, the agent shouted: J ‘Sold again—sold again and got the money. Here’s an example for you, feller citizens; an English gentleman has pvurchase) four pack-_ ages of Scoffern & Baldwin’s Centennial prize boxes.” _ As he said this, Bob sprang to his feet, cry-_ io ‘ve von der blawsted ’ouse, s’elp me tater;” with which he flourished aloft a certificate that he had found in his Jast box. ; The passengers, most of them country folks, crowded about him, and soon the candy man was sold clean out. ‘“ Where is the house?” they cried; the certificate.” ; “Oh, it’s h’all right,” chuckled Bob. ‘’Ear it is: ouse an lot half an acre—Swamptown, South Carolina.” “T come from Swamptown,” said a grave, dignified, though somewhat seedy-looking man. ‘‘My name is Colonel] Starbottle; let me see the certificate!” Our hero gave him oneend of the paper, while he held the other, : Jemmy O’Brien peeped over his shoulder and grinned. ‘“ House and lot of half au acre,” gravely read | the southerner. ‘‘Said property situated in Mossgrove Parish, Swamptown—hum, young man, this is a swindle.” “ Vot?” roared Bob, ; “ You've been bulldozed,” continued the man. | “ot?” screamed our hero. ‘‘ Ain’t dere no no ’ouse dere?” ‘There is,” calmly returned the colonel. ‘¢ Vell den, vere’s der bloomin’ sell come in?’ snarled Bob. “ Haw—haw—haw!” roared the passengers. Colonel Starbottle gravely removed his spec- tacles from his nose, then after calmly taking a pinch of snuff, said: ‘Young man, the building is an old smoke- house, half sunk in the swamp; the land is not! worth ten cents.” ' ‘“By George,” gasped the boy. ‘' Vere’s dat blawsted candy cove?” ; “Tm here,” said the prize-package agent. ‘« Ain’t yer satisfied?” ; ‘“No,” growled Bob, “I ain’t; I’m goin’ ter take dat ’ouse out oy yer ’ead.” ‘“‘ Shoo-fly!” laughed the pedler. “Vot did yer say?” yelled our hero, who was: hopping mad. ‘‘ Don’t yer chew flies at me.” ‘““Go shoot yourself!” calmly answered the other. ‘Vill yer fight?” shrieked Bob. The agent nodded. ‘‘Kim on then, me keovey!” screamed the cockney, ‘‘I’ll knock seven different colored jets out ov yer, by George!” just then the conductor entered the car. ‘Here, stop that!” he cried; “if you want to fight get off at Elizabeth.” * All right)” roared Bob, ‘I kin vait;” then shaking -his fist at the amused prize-package vender, said: ‘‘Blawst yer, I’ll put asheep’s ’ead on yer shoulders, me bloomin’ toff,” and seating himself, said to Jeommy: ‘By George, I feel like killing that boojum,” ; The agent laughed and joked and did not seem > at all scared, but procured more packages and. drove a good trade; every time he passed Bob, the latter scowled and growled like a bear with a sore head. ¥ ‘ ‘Don’t git mad, sonny,” said the unterrified — one. ‘* When we arrive at, Elizabeth yer can do all vee aie to kill me;I don’t mind; I’m used to it.” i ; “ By George, you h’Americans are cool,” said Bob, who was, as we knew, no coward, ‘‘Blizabeth!” roared the brakesman, as they slowed up. E ji. and Oa “Come, old beeswax,” said the candy-seller, — “sit off and try yer hand at killing me.” Bob's eyes flashed, and his nostrils dilated as: he followed his opponent, Jemmy backing hin ** let’s see all the time, saying: ; ‘* Don’t let him bounce yer, Bob.” — “Yer bet I von’t,” said Bob. - $ Has The train moved off, and when it was gone x {
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the agent deposited his basket in the baggage- room, and then turned to our hero, saying: ‘*Come on, ole hog and-hominy,” and led the way to a deserted lot, situated at some distance from the depot. ” ‘ Suddenly, without giving any warning: he turned upon Bob, and drawing a revolver from his hip pocket, said: ‘“‘ Walk ten paces each, then wheel and fire; will that do?” Bob, who, like most Englishmen, was nervous about firearms, turned rapidly aud walked ten paces, then twenty, and twenty more, after which he took to his heels and ran, followed by Jemmy O’Brien, who was laughing as though he could not contain himself. “By George,” gasped our hero, as they reach- ed the depot, “der blawsted boojum wanted to , ‘shoot me—by George!” CHAPTER. VII. IN WHICH OUR HERO CHAMPIONS THE NEWS- Z BOYS. THE idea of being shot at, staggered Lendon Bob, who had, in settling his disputes, always used his fists. As they got aboard the next train, bound for New York, he whispered to Jemmy: “By George, Pll go’ome. Dis is a h’awful country; [h’ain’t h’easy in mind. Vy, s’elp me tater, dat boojum yould ’aye shot me jes’ as I vyould.a cat.” ‘We don’t think anything of a bullet or two,” quietly observed Jemmy. ‘* Why, I know aman who has seven balls in his head, thirty-two in his liver, and a score or so scattered all over his body.” ‘Yer don’t say so?” his.same? h’is he alive “Yea,” grinned Jemmy, who delighted in guy- ing Bob. ‘He's alive; hisname is William Pat- terson, better known as Billy. He's always ina mus, an’ yez will constantly hear folks ask, who struck Billy Patterson?” “Slelp me tater,” mused Bob. ‘‘Vy don’t der keove ’ave ’em up afore der beak?” “Because he’s an Ameriken,” grinned Jemmy. ‘He ain't no cry-baby, ain’t Billy; when any one strikes him, he jes’ draws his shootin’-iron and let’s rip,” “Tl go ’ome,” murmured Bob. “Oh, pshaw!” laughed Jemmy. ‘Yer must see New York, b’*hoy. It will never do for you to go back to London and say that you don’t know anything about Gotham.” ‘‘ Vere’s Gotham?” asked our hero. Brooklyn?” “No,” grinned his companion. ‘‘Gotham is New York, and New York is Gotham.” “Tl give it h’up,” mused the bewildered cock- ney. ‘'H’Ammerica licks me. Fust h’ov h’all I kean’t understand the language, an’ T’ve ’ad me ’ead punched h’oftener here in a day den I ever ’ad it in a week at’ome.” | “Oh, don’t you funk, me son,” said Jemmy, ** Ameriky is a bully country; begorra, I would no more,think av comparin’ it to England, thin of decryin’ ould Ireland.” } ‘* Vell,” murmured our hero, as they rattled into Newark, “dey may talk about Jiberty here, but give me h’old h’England, vere I kin drivemy moke, an’ sell my wedgetables, an’ drink my ’arf an’ arf with a pal. By George, smart as I . tort myself, I ain’t no circumstance to these 'h’Ammerrikins.” i, London Bob did not naturalize well, but he y - was no fool, and made up his mind to see New . York. ois } 1 When they arrived at their journey’s end, gasped our hero. ‘‘ Vot’s i **Over in ' Jimmy took him’ to a boarding-house, and after | they had washed and refreshed themselves, pro- ' posed to show him Central Park. Oh, it’s too ot!” said our hero. | ‘‘S’pose we ‘valk aroun’ the shady sides ov der streets.” “Kim along,” cried Jemmy, and soon they were seeing that wonderful sight, the streets of > New York. Arriving in City Hall Park, Jemmy seated Bob on one of the benches, then, excusing himself for a moment, went down to a neighboring news— Peper office, in the lobby of ‘which a couple of hundred boys were chatting, resting and dozing, until the hour of delivering arrived. _ “Boys,” he said, ‘tyou’ve heard about the cuss | who is going around spotting fellers who sell the Herald for five cents? ; Yea!” they chorused. ‘‘ We'd like ter ketch him. Wot business has he stomer chooses ter give us five cents, it’s our Ley; Jem my. 2a) 5 eye eine yas i fos’ so,” winked the scamp. ‘“‘ Well, you go apy cid Ta Gee oy me shes 0 eal B: 3 ave ter spy onus? If a) ‘Jemmy. alters AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. up to the City Hall Park, an’ I'll point der cuss out ter yer. Bounce him; savey? ‘‘Yer bet we do!” they cried. ‘‘ We'll take der skin off his nose.” Out they sallied, and by dint of sending scouts to the various offices, soon contrived to muster a lively crowd. Jemmy O’Brien did not accompany them, but contented himself in telling them the position of Bob's bench. J Now it happened that after Jemmy had left our hero, the latter had shifted his quarters, which were immediately occupied by a simple- looking New Jersey man, who, removing his hat, mopped his face with his handkerchief, and re- placing his tile, proceeded to indulge in a nap. Presently up came the boys, who serenaded the greeny, crying: “Yar hear yar, Her-ral, five cints;” then be- gan to hustle and bounce him. This made Bob laugh, for the countryman’s antics were comical in the extreme. ‘Go it, me keovies!” cried our hero, ‘Sock it inter him? Vot’s he bin an’ did?” ‘Blowed on us,” answered a newsboy. ‘*Vot right had he tersspy on we boys? We earn our money hard enough.” es, by George!” shouted Bob; ‘“‘let me ’ave a go at the boojum;” with which he moved quickly forward, and forcing the crowd aside, said to the astonished Jerseyman: ‘‘ Look ’ere, yer orter ’ave yer ’ead punched, an’ I’m goin’ to do it, by George!” then turning to the newsboys, cried: ‘‘1’m London Bob, me keovies; I’ve sold papers myself; I’ve got an ’eart dat kin feel for another,” after which, hauling off his coat and cap; he sailed in, yelling: ‘* Blawst yer—yer wanted ter take der bread out of dese boys’ mouts, hey? yer bloomin’ boojum.” Now, unfortunately for Bob, the Jerseyman was one of the best wrestlers in the State, so, when they clinched, our hero found himself grasped by the waist, and in another instant was thrown right into a group of boys, who picked him up, saying: ‘*Go in again, boss; we'll see yer through.” Bob scratched his head and ‘‘ went in” again, only to be grabbed and thrown like a sack of corn. When he rose the second time, he felt as ehougt he had just experienced an earthquake shock. 2 Jemmy O’Brien was standing over him, and the newsboys were holding the Jerseyman, who was vowing to kill him. ‘‘Tt’s all a mistake,” grinned Jemmy. * Ain’t he a blawsted spy?’ murmured Bob, rubbing his half dislocated neck. ‘‘No; alla sell, by George; I'll go’ome. S’elp me tater, ’ni never right in this blawsted country; der boujum half killed me.” CHAPTER VIII. LONDON BOB VISITS THE OFFICE OF THE ‘‘ WIDE AWAKE LIBRARY.” AFTER awhile the Jerseyman quieted down, when Bob and he shook hands, ‘“Come and take a. drink,” said Jemmy, and away they went to alager beer saloon, where they became quite friendly. 4 As usual, Bob began to blow about London, saying that the newspapers were superior, and that-America was a mere colony. He knew better, but was obliged to gas. ‘* Look here!” said Jemmy; ‘I tell you what, Bob, yez ain’t got no boys’ novels. “We've got a boys’ weekly,” said our hero. ‘“Derned weakly trash!” grinned Jemmy; “Look here, spose we go down and see them printing the ‘Wide Awake Library? It’s worth looking at.” ‘* Will der publishers let yer?” inquired Bob. “Vy, in h’England dey bounces yer, as yer call it, if-yer looks in at der winder.’ I ‘* Vez jes come along, me b’hoy,” said Jemmy. “*Yez will be welcomed; dey always likes ter see curiosities at that printing office,” cs “Won't “Selp me tater, I'll go,” cried Bob. yer go, too, Mr, Jerseyman?” ‘* No,” said the other, ‘I’ve been there. Td like to go, again, but want to catch the two o’elock train.” Biddivg him good-day, Bob paid the shot, then set out with Jemmy to see the printing office. On arriving at the building, they found a crowd gathered about the windows, and, joining |the party, London Bob watched the rapidly- moving presses, saying: them papers go?” Go wherever eo D> eOOSSS=SSsSsSss ee eeeeeeSeSwTwsoseserCcrreeeveajws_ sa SSe “SJelp me tater!” ejaculated Bob. ‘‘If this don’t beat h’all.” aay As he’ was speaking; a gentleman connected — with the establishment touched him on the shoulder, saying: ' ‘*So it astonishes you?” whereupon Bob turn- ed, and spreading out his hands, said: “Selp me tater, it dew. By George, I’d give anything ter see over dis place.” “Asarule, we are obliged to-politely refuse such requests,” said the gentleman; ‘* but, as you are a foreigner, we will do our best for you. Understand we are glad to see any boy; but i! we admitted them ail to the printing rooms, th¢ operators would not be able to work,” ‘*T conteever,” answered Bob, “This way, ik ‘‘London Bob,” grinned our hero. ‘I aint vell known ’ere, but I h’am in Vitechapel.”, After showing him over the press-rooms, his guide con adctad him up stairs, and when he had thoroughly, explored the building, introduced — him to the editors and proprietors. ““Well, Bob,” inquired one of the latter, “would you like to have your picture taken?” “My pictur?’ cried the cockney. ‘‘S’elp me ~ tater, yes; but say, yer von’t put mein no bloom- — in’ roll of horror, hey? None ov them games fur London Bob.” , After being assured that they did not publish Vi rerpen pictures of distinguished youths, he posed to the artist, who sketched him as he is presented in this story. Before quitting the establishment, he promised to call again and relate his adventures to the writer, in which, as in all things, Bob has faith- fully kept his word. . Quitting the office, Jemmy conducted him down town and showed him around the Custom House building. ‘*Say,” whispered Jemmy, ‘‘ would yez like to buy some smuggled tobacco?” * ike most boys, Bob had a weakness for any article that had not paid duty, so he dropped in- to the trap at once. r Pointing to an office, cver the door of which was printed; “CONTRABAND DEPARTMENT,” Jemmy said: ; “Gorightin there an’ ax fur what yez wants;” so in marched me noble nibs. The staff of clerks were in another room pre- paring to retire for the day, ana the only person present was a calm-looking, white-haired gen. tleman, who was reading a Reve p eas Walking up to him, Bob jerked the corner of the paper, saying: “Pound of smuggled shag.” “Shag” is a sort of fine-cut used by English smokers, The old gentleman read on, “Here,” cried our hero, giving the paper ~ another twitch, ‘‘ vake up, h’old keovey. I vants a pound ov smuggled shag.” he gentleman slowly lowered his paper, then, gazing calmly at the intruder, ejaculated: “i Ow ?? ‘‘Pound of smuggled shag terbacker,” grin- ned the boy. y “How?” snapped the old gentleman. - ‘Vy, in a paper ov course,” chuckled Bob, “Vota bloomin’ h’old duffer yer must be not ter know how I vant it?” * The gentleman gazed searchingly at our hero, then whispered down a speaking tube: sae j al “By George! ain’t it wonderful? Vere do all | there’s a live, smart boy,” said | ‘*Send a policeman to me; there is a lunaticin ” P 4 ; ¢ my Ottice. : ; CHAPTER IX. ‘TURNING THE TABLES ON JEMMY, Bos understood that he had, what he termed, een let in for it,” so turned tail and rejoined — Jemmy O’Brien, saying: Be rete Ree “Svelp me tater, Jem, yerv’e bed a blawsted § lawk wid 1) e agin, hevn’t yer?” fill VM ers “Didn’t yer get yer backker?” innocently in- quired Jemmy. ; ; ‘Look ’ere, chum,” growled our hero, ‘if yer — thiik yer kin plawnt yer sells and an’ stalls on ‘London Bob, yer awfully mistaken,” with which he walked off, leaving Jemmy laughing fit to crack his sides. : . a ’ Just at that “ te
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s Sra Biates. AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICAS. 7 jest beyant yez dure now, laughing like a hy-a- ” e. ‘That's the feller,” said the old gentleman. “‘I lieve that he is a lunatic; he came in here and asked for a pound of shag tobacco; he must be crazy.” ‘* Maybe he’s from the ould country,” suggest- ed the officer. ‘* They calls fine-cut shag, there, yer honor. Perhaps he’s a greeny.” * Hrighten him a little,” said the old fellow; it’s come toa petra when a United States revenue officer is to be intruded on in this fash- ion. Why, he actually tore my newspaper out of uy hand, and shouted in my ear.” *‘Begorra, it’s rank trayson,” grinned the cop, who, in his heart, thought it was a good joke. “111 attind to him, sir,” saying which he saluted amd retired. -- : Outside, Jemmy O’Brien was finishing off his laugh, and wiping his fun-filled eyes, murmur- ing: * Bedad, but yez is awful green, me cockney. Musha, an’ wasn’t-it fun to see yez scoot,” when ous came the copper, and in another instant Jemmy found himself grabbed by the collar. ‘Lemme go, yez big baste!” howled the boy, endeavoring to shake himself out of his coat; but the officer was up to that dodge, and hung on to him. observing: ‘Ye bloody young ruffian, fhat for did yez go in till the contrybin’ daypartment an’ ax fur shag tobacco, hey?” Just then the face of our hero came peeping up the stairs, and Jemmy heard his voice, say- ug: : *‘Hold on ter him, officer—give him ’ell. By George, yer’ve got ’im dis time!” ‘“: Here,” screamed Jemmy, who began to see that he had the worst of the bargain; ‘‘ say, this is all a mistake; wot yez arrestin’ me fur, hey?? ‘*Yez jis’ come along wid me,” shouted the man, grabbing Jemmy by the ear, as well as the collar. ‘‘I’ll teach yer to ax the great Mister Bigwig to sell yer a pound of shag tobacco.” “J didn’t do it,” cried Jemmy. *‘ It wasn’t me, Mr. Officer.” “ Ah—ah!” laughed our hero, ascending the steps and grinning in his chum’s face. ‘‘So yer’ve bin caught at last, hey, me bloomin’ boojum? _ Got yer backker?” *Gome along,” said the cop, giving Jemmy’s pody a jerk. ‘My orders are torun you in,” but the boy grabbed the iron railings of the stairs, and resolutely refused to budge, at the same time lashing out with his heels like a mule. Not wishing to receive a kicx in the stomach, the officer wisely released him; whereupon Bob, who had really returned in order to help his chum, whispered the man: ‘* Leave ‘ler keovey to me, old poke. If he tries ter cut, I’ll it ’im on der ’ead, by George. Go an’ git some ’elp, Pll watch ’im.” ' The officer nodded, then descended the ‘stairs, saying: of Jes’ howld him till I return,” with which he vanished, leaving the boys chuckling to think what a fool he was, while, in reality, he was glad enough to get 1id of them. “ Jemmy,” said Bob, ‘yer thought yer’d sold me a purp dat time, hey?” . ‘Yez ain’s mad, are yez, Bobby?” grinned the other. | ‘‘I can’t help playin’ thricks, me b’hoy, it’s in me blood!” *‘ Yes,” winked Bob, “I un’stan’! It was work- in’ out ov, yer eels ven yer grabbed der railin’ an’ kicked h’out h’at der b’ossifer! Vell, s’elp me tater, yer got yer ole sell back on ter yer, dat time, hey?” { “Yes,” nodded Jemmy, as they made their way towards Nassau street. ‘“Yezwas too smart for me, Bob.” _ ‘By George,” answered our hero, “‘it takes a h’awful smart bloke ter sell me,” then pointing to the razor-strop man, who was preparing tore- tire for the day, said: _* Who’s that h’old bloke in dere?” “Sh,” “whispered Jemmy. ‘‘He’s a rela- - tion ay Queen Victoria! Spent all his money— ' bolted from his creditors, landed in New York without a cent, wint to ould Pater Cooper, borrowed fifty dollars, got credit fur a barrel av give an’ started making razor-strops; has made a fortun’, owns a block av brown-stone houses, rides down here in his kirridge an’ pair”. ' ** Why don’t he go ’ome?” whispered Bob. “Ax him,” replied Jemmy, moving towards _, the old fellow. Every New Yorker knows the razor-strop man, who, for so many years has had a stand near the old post-office; the quiet, unassuming vender of straps and cutlery who has sold more blades than any two yoy Py dealers in the United The old fellow was packing his stock when Bob approached him, saying: “Good afternoon, ole neversweat. ’Ow do Age do—key? Heard from her Majesty late- y? ‘‘Hew?” quietly replied the razor-strop man, peering over his spectacles; ‘“‘are you drunk, young man?’ “Oh, kim—cheese that!” Jaughingly continu- ed our hero. ‘* Think I don’t know who yerare, hey? Vy, Lor’ bless yer, I knows yer ’istory jes as well as [do my own. I saw yer relation jus’ afore I com’d h’over’ere. I vas in ’Igh ’Olvorn a veek , fore I stawted, an’ I saw der queen ye By that time the razor-strop man had packed his stock and was ready to depart, so addressing Bob, he said: “Young man, I have sold razor-strops, et- cetra, for a great many years, and have in my time seen many fools; but without wishing to hurt your feelings, I must say that you beat all; in other words, you are an ass!” ‘Oh, s’elp me tater!” gasped the boy, ‘‘ain’t yer der queen’s relation, by George!” Then turning to the grinning Jemmy, said: “Blawst yer, yer’ve bin an’sold me agin, hey?” CHAPTER X. LONDON BOB AT MRS. SQUEEZUM’S. “Ou, come along,” laughed Jemmy, as the razor-strop man stalked indignantly, ‘‘ Yer didn’t handle him right.” ‘* He vants ’is bloomin’ ’ead punched,” snorted our hero, as he watched the man’s retreat. ‘“S’elp me tater, he called me a h’ass.” ‘‘Oh, well, yez dayserved it,” chuckled his companion. ‘Come, les’ cross: Broadway and take a keyar. We must git back to our hash- mill.” ‘¢ Wot do yer mean by an’ash-mill?” innocent- ly inquired Bob. ‘Our boardin’-house,’’ smilingly returned Jemmy. “Vy do dey call ’em ’ash-mills?? asked our hero. ‘Well, yez see,” said his chum, ‘they’re ehape, so yez don’t expect anything but hash. The folks who keep ours, contracts with a hotel for all the megashings—un’stan’?—all the odds an’ ends an plate-scrapings—savvey?. These are hashed up and served to us—we’re der mill der hash passes through; do yéz tumble?” “Yes, by.George, I do,” murmured Bob. ‘‘It’s like pea faggots.” oe at are them?’ demanded Jemmy. “Things yer buy in London,” answered Bob. ‘“Dey’re made ov all der ole scraps ov meat, etcetera. I tell ye, h’ov a cold day, me keovey, a penny faggot ain’t to be sneezed at.” ‘So yez are used to hash?” grinned Jemmy. “‘Uséd!” chuckled Bob. ‘‘ Vy, s’elp me tater, Vve eaten block ornaments, made h’out oy a dead ‘oss. LIain’tdainty.” ~ ‘* Bob,” mysteriously observed the irrepres- sible jokist, ‘‘ I want to tell you a secret.”- ‘* Go ahead,” said our hero. “You know the lady who keeps our hash-mill, Mrs. Squeezum, hey?” ‘© Well,” ejaculated Bob, ‘‘ vot h’of her?” “Her husband is an undertaker,” whispered Jemmy. ‘¢ Vell,” once more cried the cockney, ‘* wot the ’ell if he is?” “ Nothing,” quietly observed his chum, ‘‘ only keep your eyes open. We have a good deal of meat at Mother Squeezum’s.” Just as he said this they arrived on Broadway, so further conversat'on was suspended; but the words sank into Bob’s mind. The car upon which they clambered was ram- jam full, sohe had no opportunity of question- ing Jemmy. tso happened that Mrs. Squeezum was one of the best providers in New York; but that was nothing to the young scamp who had deter- mined to put up a joke at her and the cockney’s expense. hes { When Jemmy O’Brien Jaid himself out ‘for a racket, nothing stood in his way. Upon arriving at their street,the lads descend- ed from the car, and Bob said: ‘Look ’ere, Jemmy, I think I shall gc toa otel.” “Oh, nonsense,” laughed his friend, “‘ come right along; it’s supper time.” : “But, s’elp me tater,” said Bob, ‘‘I ain’t per- tic’ler, but, blawst it, I don’t like the h’idea, you know, the ’usband being an h’undertaker, you know, by George.” 3 ‘ i ; But Jemmy cut him skort with: < ‘ ~, + kéan’t mash me.” thes : a“ ‘ *<Oh, bosh, come right in; it won’t be worse than yer penny faggots or block ornaments,” then led him up to his room and left him, atter which he went around to all the other boarders. and told them of the joke he had put up on the cockney. In afew minutes the supper bell rang, and the crowd swarmed-down to the dining-room, where Mrs. Squeezum, a fat, good-humored wo- man, was presiding at the head of the table. There was plenty to eat and drink. but London Bob did not feel hungry. Right in front of him was a big mouid of head- cheese, a dish unknown to our hero, while scat. tered along the table were cold corned beef, hot. minced tripe, cold ham, sausage and other solids, to say nothing of hot corn bread and a dozen varieties of cake. : ‘*Wot’s this ere?’ he whispered to Jemmy, at the same time pointing to the head-cheese; where- upon the jokist shook his head, saying: » ‘“‘ Tt looks like a b’iled baby.” bates that Bob hung back, Mrs. Squeezum said: “Go ahead, young man; everything is home: made. Try some of that head-cheese.” Bob felt sicker than he liked to own, but he cut a slice out of the mass, then said to emmy. “Won't yer try a bit, chum?’ ‘Not fur Jemmy,” answered the scamp, whereupon Bob deposited the slice of pressed. head upon his own plate; then, taking the latter with both his hands, lifted the food to his nose, smelled it, and ejaculated: ‘*Pew—gh! Pe—w—gh!” ‘‘ What’s matter?” demanded Mrs. et ne, who for some moments had been regarding him suspiciously. ““Pew—gh!” once more uttered the boy,adding, as everybody paused and turned their eyes upon him: ‘By George, der corpse mus’ hey bin dead a week,” ‘‘Whatdid you say?’ screamed Mrs. Squeez- um; ‘‘my husband brought that head home the day vefore yesterday. What do you mean by reviling my food?” *‘Marm,” said Bob, rising, and beating a re- treat towards the door, ‘‘’m a stranger in this country, and unused to its ways and cunitoxns; but, by George, I cawn’t eat dead kid; no; s‘elp me tater, I cawn’t!” ‘““Kid—you stupid fellow!” said Mrs. um. ‘‘It isn’t kid, it’s pig’s head, boned and boiled.” Bob opened the door, turned, spread out his hands, and smiling, said: ‘‘Oh, no yerdon’t, marm., Bob h’ain’t to ba bamboozled, he h’ain’t! S’elp me tater, I know a child’s heap ven I sees it!” then turning to the laughing boarders, who were all in the joke, added: ** Look ’ere, me keovies, this woman’s ’usband isa h’undertaker—yer’ve all bin ah’eatin’ ov dead corpses!” : “Haw—haw—haw!” they yelled* while Jim- my held Mrs. Squeezum down in her chair, and when silence was secured, said to Bob: ‘Come back, yer big donkey. Mrs. Squeez- um’s husband is aclerkina bank?’ ( “Oh, Jimmy O’Brien!” exclaimed the lady. ‘when will you stop joking?” while Bob return- edto the table, and attacking the food, mur- mured: ‘*S’elp me tatar, I’ve bin sold agin’.” ' CHAPTER XI. ' DRIVING IN CENTRAD PARK. At first Mrs. Squeezum vowed that she never would forgive Bob, but gradually relented, and said that she knew he did not mean any harm, and that after all it was Jemmy O’Brien’s fault, whereupon Bob invited the lady and her sister to accompany him to the Central Park, saying: ‘‘ We'll ‘ire a trap an’ go in style.” ‘Oh, not to night, Mr. Bob,” pleaded the lady. ‘Not much,” answered our hero. ‘‘Say ten o’clock ter-morrer, sharp. Yer pack some grub in a ’amper, an’ I'll bring along der liquids.” “Of course Mr. Squeezum will go, too?” ob-— served the lady. ‘‘I couldn’t trust myself alone with you; people would talk.” “ “Oh, yer needn’t worry,” grinned Bob. ‘1 ain’t mashed on yer, marm.” : r Have you seen my sister?” inquired the ady. ; “No,” bluntly returned Bob. ‘I ain’t much oy a ladies’ man.” - The good-tempered woman smiled, ‘Oh, fie, Mr. Bob, don’t tell me that!” wher: upon he chuckled and answered: | ph trons “Yes, marm. ’'m like a close pertater, yer ueez- k then said:
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AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. 4 ‘* We'll see,” she whispered to Jemmy; ‘‘ he bas money, hasn’t he?” “ Lashins ov it,” winked thescamp. ‘‘He owns alot ov property in London. It will be a big catch fur yer sister.” ; Now, itso happened that the young lady in question was engaged to a small-eyed -little drv goods clerk, who boarded with Mrs. Squeezum; »O the next morning, after our hero and his party had departed for the park, Jemmy O’Brien «aited on the young clerk, and after exacting a svlemn promise that he would bear what he had to learn bravely, the wag told him that Miss Mc- Glyn, Mrs, Squeezum and her husband had gone to drive in the park with that ‘‘ blawsted Eng- lishman,” London Bob, adding: *Yez gal is mashed on him, an’ he is dead gone in love wid her.” . *Thunderation!”. snarled the little man. “Where can [find him? I have a revolver at home—TI’ll shoot him?” “* Aisy—aisy!” said Jemmy. ‘‘He’s cut me dead fur playin’ thricks on him,” winking as he spoke, ‘‘an’ I’m bound to get aven wid the felly. il ee foight a jewel?” f “ll do anything to be revenged upon the big- headed fraud!” replied the little man. ‘‘ Dern him, Vl cut his liver out!” “Tut—tut!” smilingly observed the wag. ‘Yez talks like a savage. Git lave fur the day an’ come along wid me.” ‘All right!” snorted the little one, and after seeing his boss, he returned to Jemmy, saying: ‘I’ve got all dav now to go kome and procure my pistol.” eaving the jokist to engineer the jealous loy- er, we will return to our hero. Engaging a four-wheel carriage, Bob handed Miss McGlyn on to the driving box, then seated himself on her right and took the reins, while Mr. Squeezum assisted his wife to a seat and mounted by her side. All the lady boarders had turned out to see them off, and many were tke remarks upon their appearance. elieving: that he was rich, everybody ad- mired Bob and envied his companions. “Wall right?” inquired our hero of the pair behind, pipet ‘Go ahead, young man!” said Mr. Squeezum, whereupon Bob flourished bis whip, and, touch- img up the horses, started in good style. “Hurrah!” cried the boarders, each hoping that their turn would come next; ‘ hurrah!’ Then, as the vehicle vanished around the cor- ner, they fell to at wondering whether the party would get back safe or be smashed up in the park. Bob knew how to drive in London, but the American style puzzled him. In England a driver always keeps on the left side, hencée the old rhyme: : ‘*The law of the road Is a paradox—quite; You must go to the left If you wish to go right.” Bob did this, and soon discovered his mistake. ‘‘ Where you going tu, you derned fool?” yelled a horse-breaker, as our hero ran his team right across the man’s leaders. ** Keep to the right.” ‘Wot fur?’ demanded Bob, bringing his horses to ». standstill. “For,” contemptuously answered the other, adding, as he saw that our hero was an English- man: ‘‘ Look here, Cockney, in this country we keep to the right, don’t forget that.” ‘«Thankee,” nodded Bob, giving a coachman’s salute. Then, as he once more started his horses, murmured to himself: ‘‘ Vell, h’’m blowed; s’elp me tater; h’Ammerika beats all. I never shall learn the vays an’ customs; they confuses me ’ead.” “Tet me teach you, Mr, Bob,” simpered Miss McGlyn, i Bob drove on silently, eyed her askance, and “muttered: $ “Hreckled, skinny, turn-up-nose, red~eaded, thirty! No. by George, yer don’t! Bob mayn’t be’ansom: but, s’elp me tater, he don’t marry 0 bloomin’ ole guy!” ; i Then, flicking a fly off his near horse, smiled apon the lady, and said, aloud: “Are yer fond of bloaters?” ‘‘ Bloaters?” she smilingly replied; ‘what are they—cakes?” ' z 7 ‘ No,” he answered, sinking his voice, ‘“S’elp me tater, don’t yer know? | They’re errings.”” Just then they entered the park, and joining the stream of vehicles, drove along its ‘pleasant road. | ; “What do you think of this, Mr. Bob?’ de- - manded Mrs. Squeezum. ‘‘‘Isn’t it perfectly de- _Lgbttu “Bless you, marm,” he grinned, turning his head, ‘‘it ain’t nothing to h’our Q,” meaning Kew Gardens, near London. As he spoke, a fast coach, driven by a cele- peat New York whip, came rattling towards them. Forgetting his instructions, Bob yanked his horses’ -eads to the left, and drove slap into the the approaching team. in another instant he found himself stretched out on the turf, and discovered that he was the under dog of a pile, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Squeezum and the fair Miss McGlyn, while his team was quietly grazing near by. Assisted by the park police, who swarmed to the rescue, London Bob at last regained his feet, and as he surveyed the shattered remains of his carriage, scratched his big jaw, saying: _ ‘*S’elp me tater, h’Ammerika’s a ’ell oy a’place ter drive in.” CHAPTER XII. BOB MAKES HIMSELF PLEASANT AND UNPLEAS- ’ ANT, THE spill was a most thorough one, _ All that remained of the carriage was the broken hubs and a pile of kindling. “Are you ’urt, any ov yer?” he inquired, look- ing around upon his party. : “We're allO. K.,” said Miss McGlyn. ‘Ob, Mr. Bob, how careless it was of that man to drive right at us.” ‘*He were ker-rect,” grinned our hero, was h’I who was wrong.” ‘ Just then the coach and four returned, and the gentleman who drove it, pulled up his horses, saying: ‘* What induced you to cross my team?” ** Vell,” said Bob, touching his hat respectful- ly, in acknowledgement of the other’s civility, “hTm h’English, me lord, an’ ve allus keeps to se ees I sayvey, I oughter kept ter der right. fe Consequently,” observed a small-eyed youth, who sat on the box-seat by the driver, and who, as he spoke, pointed to the remains of the car- riage, ‘* you have very little of your vehicle left,” with which he giggled like a girl, This was intended to be witty, but Bob could not see where the laugh came in, so he said: ‘Yer may be a blawsted comical toff, but I cawn’t tumble to yer joke.” “Good for you,” said the gentleman with the whip. ‘‘Where did you hire your team?” *“ At Cob and Trotters, on Sixth avenue,” put in Mr. Squeezum. ‘“Very well,” remarked the swell, handing Bob a ecard, *‘ tell him to call on me and Ill pay the damage.” “Yer a gentleman out-an’out,” cried BoL, who had been worrying about the accident and won- dering whether it would not take all his money | to pay the loss. ‘Yer a tip-top out-an"out swell, so yer are, me lord!” with which he raised his cap and gave the gentleman a regular London bow. As the latter drove away, he shouted: “What is your name!” whereupon our hero followed him for a few yards, crying: ‘‘T’m London Bob. from Vitechapel, me lord: an’ if yer kums h’ovyer ter h’England——’ when the gentleman whipped up his leaders and was soon far ahead and presently out of sight. Returning to the wreck, Bob found a park in- spector, who ordered one of his men to take the pore and fragments to the Mount St. Vincent otel. “Kum along, Miss MeGrin—kum along, Mr. and Mrs. Squeezum,” said Bob. ‘‘’Ere’s a go. smashes a trap an’ drives inter a swell-bloke’s team, ven instead h’oy giving me in charge, he offers ter pay for my blunder, Who is der keovey ?” ? Mr. Squeezum winked mysteriously, then said: ‘Mr. Bob, you’re lucky: he’s the owner of the New York Herald.” ! ““Blowed hif he h’ain’t a brick,” grinned our hero. ‘‘I begin ter like dis country. Vy, dey actually prints newspapers fur bovs, an’ let’s der keoves see ’em bein’ slapped off. S’elpme tater, I begin ter like h’America.” ‘Why don’t you settle here?” simpered Miss McGlyn. Bob eyed her out of the corners of his peepers, then once more murmured:’ “Thirty — red~ead —turn-up-nosed—skinny— freckled. No, by George! yer don’t. No bloom- in’ ole guys fur London Bob!” ‘Luckily the young lady did not hear him. _ Upon arriving at Mount St. Vincent they par- took of some refreshments, then started for the upper part of the park, Mr, and Mrs. Squeezum Fac ey “Hit |h den seat!” aie ahead, and leaving him with Miss McGlyn. Ly: ; , All of a sudden that young lady exclaimed: “Oh! my—our hamper.” “Our vot?’ grinned Bob, ‘‘’Amper? Vy, s’elp me tater, some boojum must hey hooked it.” _ Sure enough, in the confusion of thespill some boys had snaked out the hamper packed by Mrs. een ce and a box of wine belonging tc ; { ‘*Oh!” moaned the young lady; ‘it’s too bad. Some thieves must have stolen it. I didn’t see it after Icame to my senses. Whatever shal} we do for dinner?” : f ‘Don’t you worry, me dear girl,” said Bob. xe ent come back to the ’otel an’ ’ave some ash.” + ‘ ‘‘Oh! Mr. Bob,” she sighed, leaning heavily upon his arm, “‘ you are just splendid. _ Now, when a: lady tells a young fellow that, it makes him feel kinder sweet on her, so our hero replied: “S’elp me tater, yer rippin’.” } “Oh! do you penity think so?” she simpered: ‘** Yes,” grinned Bob, who made up his mind to have some fun with her, and who was really getting somewhat mashed; ‘ yes, by George, I think yer awful nice, Miss McGrin.” ““McGlyn,” she smilingly observed. ‘'Can’t you call me Mercy? My young man always does. Oh! Mr. Bob, have you an attachment op the other side?” _‘Wif you vants ter know whether ’m mar- ried, I can say no, Miss Mussy,” grinned ou ero. “TJ ain’t such a derned duffer.” ‘Oh, Mr. Bob, don’t say that,” she murmured. “Do you despise matrimony?” Grinning from ear to ear, the cockney uttereg a low chuckle, then, placing his left arm about — her bony waist, said: Ie “Dol despise a matter ov morfey? No, by George; but ven a bloke has ter knock’roun’ wid a moke an’ barrer,he ain’t got no browse lef? fer a missis,”’ ‘ : % This was all Dutch to Miss McGlyn, so she merely guided him up a quiet pathway leading to the old Block House or fort, then said: “Oh, Mr. Bob, with you I could waik on for- ever, and ever—and ever.” i Whereupon he replied: ; “By George, yer aderned sight fonder ov pad din’ der hoof den I h’am.” Little did they imagine what wes in store for them, and that from the top of the old ford the lady’s lover was watching them with eyes and heart aflame with jealousy. i Jemmy had procured a second revolver, and was bent upon having a lark. : He nad carefully removed the bullets from the cartridges, and had brought with him a box con- taining a comical assortment of surgical instru-~ ments. : ; As Bob and Miss McGlyn ascended the path- way leading to theold fort, the little dry-goodg man shouted: : ‘* Scoun-drel—vil-lain—pre-pare to dy-ee!” CHAPTER XIff, LONDON BOB FIGHTS A DUEL. Bos withdrew his arm from about the waist of the young lady; then, shading: his eyés with his hand glanced upwards, observing: “Vot yer say?’ when, catching sight of her lover, Miss McGlyn pretended to faint; where- upon our hero caught her about the waist, and taking a green, mossy-covered spring for a grassy seat, plumped her “squash” down into it. : The -cold water quickly saturated the back © part of her costume, and brought her around — two-ten, while her adorer continued to dance, and scream: i ‘“Oh, you gory scoundred, you base, false de- ceiver! Oh, let me at you, I’ll have your blood— you—you—you——” e Sten When Bob calmly looked up, saying: ; “Took a ere, me keovey, are yer a boojumor * Y a snark!” et Siti At that instant Miss McGlyn felt the water strike through her undergarments, when, utter- ing a yell, she sprang to her feet, screaming: ~ ** Oh, you nasty feller! Why did yousit me down in that puddle?” ye yiterg ‘Vos it a puddle?’ guffawed Bob, burstingin- to 9 roar of Jaughter. ‘‘Oh, s’elp me tater! — Havw—haw—haw! I thort if was a reglep gar- “Garden seat be hlamed ” she See ae "Tg real mean. of you to laff.” Then. Idoking up, cried: ‘“Oh, Sammy, come here. ‘This feller hi insulted mei? et 1 Ac eae neta “I don’t care—I don’t care.” Yoamed the littl vv
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15 AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. man, who was perfectly beside himself with rage. “Vl kill him, an’ Pl kill you, an’ 1’ kill myself! Oh, let me get at the scoun-drill!” ‘At that moment, Mr. and Mrs. Squeezum _ar- rived, smiling, upon the scene; whereupon Bob turned to them, saying, as he pointed up at Sammy: © 4 “© Who der ’ell is dat bloke?” . **Whooa!” ejaculated Mrs. Squeezum, totter- tng forward, as though about to faint; ‘*it’s ' ‘Sammy Snivelem, sister’s young man.” Then, _ pretending to swoon, threw herself into Bob’s arms. “Whist, me darlins, would yez have a lark wid de big-headed Britisher?” Now, Mrs. 8. and her sister both believed that Bob had purposely seated them in the soaky spring, so were ready todo anything to be re- venged upon him, Jemmy explained that he had removed the | ed bullets from the pistol cartridges,and that there was no danger. “But say,” nervously inquired Squeéezum, “won't the police arrest us?” ‘‘ Niver fear,” cried Jemmy; ‘‘on a hot day, like dis, de cops don’t come out much; besides, nearly all ovy’em hev gone to der Cintinnial,” After much persuasion, Squeezum agreed to act as Bob's second, while Jemmy played tbe part of docter and best man to Sammy. CHAPTER XIV. OUR HERO FINDS OUT ALL ABOUT THE BULLETS. As Jemmy O’Brien uttered the word “three,” a grizzled old park policeman mounted the steps, and poking his head above the stonework, shont- ics “Stop, yez derned fools.” At the same instant the combatants turned, glared savagely at each other, and aimed over his head, whereupon he ducked. “Bang! Baug!” “Bang! Bang!” “Bang! Bang!” “Bang! Bang!” “ Bang! Bang!” When they had burnt their last cartridge, the re i oe DE | ===) il i SSS eee = = _ antil he found the entrance, up the steps of which ve ‘he scrambled to the roof, shouting: “Voere’s der boojum who vants ter punch my ‘ed?” leaving Mr. Squeezum to attend to the _ fadies and assist in wringing out their garments. Sammy, mad as a hornet, rushed up to our Bd iste, and thrusting his face into Bob’s, scream- feds. Ht ' **Do you want to fight?” ) ‘“Rawther,” coolly replied Bob, who was just eeecp ne. mad as his opponent, adding: ‘But I nawn’t fight such a blawsted little cove as yer vare, by; George.” _ _ ‘See here,” said Jemmy O’Brien, coming for- oward: “‘I’min dis racket. Ipropose, as wan av ‘yez is bigger den the other, that yez foights wid tayvolvers. / ; i Ym willing,” said the hot-headed little man. | “ Anything—knives—razors—axes — carbines— ntrig reat sas ‘land ye “‘Pew—ghl” once more uttered the boy, as everybody turned their eyes upon him: “By George, der corpse mus’ hev vin dead a week!” Mounting to the top of the fort, where the enemies were still seated, scowling like fiends, Jemmy bade them pull off their coats and vests and take up their positions at Geese corners of the battlement, while he and Squeezum fixed the weapons and surgical instruments. “Don’t laugh,” he whispered to the grinning man, “‘let’em think we are serious,” then open- ing a hand bag he produced two revolvers, a saw, a corkscrew, two French cook knives, a small ax and a powder squirt. * ‘‘ By Gosh,” muttered the half-choked Squeez- um, ‘ what are them for?” estat .“* Thim’s to extract de bullets,” whispered Jem- my; ‘‘say, don’t be a derned fool and laugh or you'll spile de joke.” ‘“All vight,” was the smothered response, ‘only hurry up, or I shall bust.” “* Boys,” said Jemmy, hearing which the com- batants turned, ‘‘ are yez ready?” pet ‘*T am,” said Sammy. . ‘So h’am! h’I,” said Bob. Handing the latter a revolver he crossed to Sammy and gave him the other weapon, then, bidding the choking Squeezum retire to the left corner, retreated to the vacant one and shouted; ‘At the*word three—wheel and fire,” when Bob turned and observed: 2 ‘Old ’ard; I vant it h’understood that I don’t care ahapenny fur dat red-eaded gal, s’elp me ta- ter,” aynen Jemmy choked down a rising laugh, Ie Ted ae Spe ) ni ; ft One—two—three.” 4 A ais policeman nimbly ascended the remaining steps, and raising his hand, cried: ‘‘Begob, an’ if yez done, stop,” when Jemmy, recognizing a relative, said: ; “ Halloo! Uncle McFadden, how are yez?” “Here, hand me thim pistols,” shouted the old man; ‘‘I arrest you in——” when Jemmy whis- pered in his ear: ‘ ‘““Aisy, Uncle Tim. Sure ‘an’ it’s only a joke we've bin playin’ wid der big-headed Britisher;” adding aloud: “It’s only a joke.” _ Joke!” cried Sammy, mart “Joke!” velled Bob. ‘‘Oh.s’elp me tater, ain't “Och, Jemmy, yez divil!” laughed the old _|to h8ok the plunder, h ‘old time. the way up to th
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st AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. | ‘*Come,” said the policeman, *‘T’ll get your ‘grub back.” 3 So, sallying out, he led the way down to a siady nook where the lads were resting prepara- ny to unpacking their loot. They were a jolly-looking gang, and it seemed 2 pity to recapture their prizes. '* Look here,” said the policeman, *‘ where did yar boys get that hamper?’ Whereupon they allscrambled to their feet, and City Hall Dick, their leader, seeing the jig was up, said: “It ain’t ours—it’s them folks!” pointing to | Inidon Bob and his party. it to them.”. “Too thin,” said Jemmy’s uncle. “Yer think we're all liars, like. you cops?” sneered Dick, who saw by Bob’s face and actiohs fi “We was bringing of wine, so City Hall Dick and his gang must be | excused. H To their credit be it said, neither of them riage. When the lads were out of sight, "Mrs. Squeez- | um said: I ‘“Come, everybody—dinner,” and soon the} party, including the policeman, who was that afternoon off duty, were seated around a good- ly supply of eatables and drinkables, At first Sammy was ‘“shirty,” and would not | smile on Miss McGlyn; but when Bob proposed | his health, he thawed , saying: ‘* Well, he is a brave fellow, he stood fire like ahero,” hearing which, Bob said: ‘* Friends, fill up yer glasses. | yy ‘i i ¢ i Hef | *Ere’s long life t would have taken the articles from the car-; bloominist fellers at lawks I h’ever kim across. Vy, blow me, afore I gits h’out ov von ’ole ’'m h’inter another!” 5 ‘**Dat’s de beauty av America,” grinned Jem- my’s uncle, who had quietly piled in on the grub. “When a green Britisher comes over here, think: ing to show us how to do things, we know how to fix him.” ‘* Don’t you be imposed upon again, Mr. Bob,” said Mrs. Squeezum. “I think if real mean of Jemmy to play you such tricks.” **Oh, sheo!” grinned Jemmy. ‘Sure, an’ isn’t it all friendship.” : They ate and drank until they all felt as happy as pigs; then, leaving their baskets in charge of the old man, who promised to take them home, started for a walk, Bob and Sammy, arm in arm,. Sut SSSI : 3 —— SS I DAN gg aut | a | Ik “Now if any ov yer toffs,” cried London Bob. bouncing around on the table, ‘‘vant’s yer ead punched, jes’ step hup.” i | Wet 4 i if that he would not lose anything by handing sover the hamper and box; ‘‘I tell yer we saw der haxerdint, an’ picked up der hamper and ‘box, in order ter save dem from bein’ stolen by der per-leece. Weknows dat all you finds never gits back to der owners, so we trucked der pack- ages up here. We knowed dat der boss was coming dis way.” ; _‘*Good boy—good boy,” said Bob, winking at the lad, and handing him a two-dollar bill. *‘Now, truck dem up into dat ole brick kiln,” pointing to the fort, ‘‘an’ don’t cheek our friend no _ samore.’’ “Black yer boots, boss?” said a second of the group, who, like any other boy, had joined in ‘what Dick termed his ‘ find,” _ “Yes,” grinned our hero, who in his day had ‘been'a London bootblack. ‘Go ahead, my son, an’ vile der ladies are spreadin’ der grub, polish _us h’all up.” ‘The packages were duly carried into the fort, whereupon Nirs Squeezum and Miss McGlyn unpacked the contents and arranged them for dispatching; meanwhile, the men of the party i ‘ ate boots blacked. _ When the boys had received some food, they gave three cheers for Bob, then walked off, glad to escape so easily. — Now, although it was wrong of them to loot he box and bamper, still we must not be hard them. 1 ye ; nae Oy ee EP Lenin cts B/N > ‘| Bob, as he wiped his mouth. ‘Vy, I thought I ‘every day that a poor boy falls in| vos vot yer call.smart, but s’elp me tater, I’m ket ram-cram full of grub, and a box| vere with thers b’An rrikin: coves; ou ae Lost he a pen ; re ' an’ ’appiness ter me noble frien’ Sammy an’ his footur bride—der bloomin’ Mussy. I ’onor a bloke has kin stan’ up an’ take five pistol balls from h’another bloke. Sammy is vot I kall a blawsted good feller. Ven I felt his pistol bul- lets fly pawst my h’ears an’ h’over my ‘ead, I h’aimed igh, so as not ter it ’im;” then rising, he offered his late opponent his hand, saying: “Sammy, h’old boy, ’ere’s me ’and, an’ ’ere’s me ‘art. S’elp me tater, yer a brave keove!” after which, smiling at Jemmy, he said: ‘Jem, ole chum, get out yer surgical instruments an’ open another bottle of shampagne. By George, it isn’t every day ve fight a duel; I fancy I kin hear them bullets whizz now.” : Jemmy artistically opened another quart of fiz; then as he raised his brimming glass, said: “ Here’s to yez, Bob. Dere was no bullets in thim rayvolvers.” ““No!® grinned our hero. ‘Yer don’t say? Vot another blawsted sell? S’elp-me tater, I'll go home.” CHAHTER XV. OUR HERO TACKLES A SEA-LION. “On, pshaw!” laughed Jemmy O’Brien. “Don’t yez talk abont going home yeti, me b’hoy; yez haven’t seen half ay New York.” “Yer sich h’awful blokes ter_cod ,” muttered leading the way, Miss McGlyn and Jemmy watk- ing next, and . and Mrs. Squeezum bringing — up the rear. , ‘ None of them w lively. “ Oh, Mr. O’Brien,” said the young la can you play such tricks on Mr. Bob?” ie “Sure, darlin’.” whispered the scamp, ‘an’ isn’t it quite roight fur me to fool him? Haven’s — his countrymen played the devil wid ould le-- Jand? Faith, an’ it’s a pleasure fur me to pay him off. He’s so moighty smart that he thinks no one kin fool him, but i kin.” ; es ‘Play him alittle trick, now,” shesaid, ‘‘ Wait until we get down to the menagerie.” — he answered, ‘‘ we'll have some fun wid him.” _ Emerging upon the drive they presently saw a park carriage, and, by dint of squeezing a little — the whole party was accommodated. “i s! Cee ere tight, but they all felt dy, “how . “Where do you want to go?” asked driver. the friends at the old arsenal. ~ Bob were eviden Haze
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x the young fur, hey?” *“Did thim ou 10 * AN. ENGUISHO "ELON Joos ERICA? Just then, prompted by Jemmy, Miss McGlyn dropped her handkerchief into the enclosure seeing which the big lion emerged from the way ter and peeeu to sniff at the article, whereupon ady cried: * Oh, my handkerchief, won’t some of you get it for me? Hver ready to aid a lady in distress, Bob _ climbed the railing of the sea-lion’s enclosure and descended inside, at the same time crying to the nnimal: : * Scist, schoo!” but in lieu of moving, the crit- ter began to snarl. ““Schusch!” went Miss McGlyn. “ Shoosh!” cried Jemmy, poking the lion with his companion’s parasol. ‘* Schee—schoosh—schish!” went M1. and Mrs. Squeezum and Sammy. eanwhile’ Bob was gingerly endeavoring to work around at the back of the sea lion and to seize the handkerchief on the sly; for which pur- pose he bent his body and approached the ani- mal justas a boy does a sleeping rabbit, when suddenly, without giving any warning, the crit- ter turned, open-mouthed upon him, and tried to chayw his fingers. . ‘“Wo-oa!” yelled Bob, as though addressing a horse, ‘t woc-a-h, yer blawsted boojum!” hearing which the sea-lion crouched for an instant, then, giving his tail a jerk, knocked our hero smack into the tank,and jumping on top of him, began to worry Bob as a cat does a mouse. . ** Haw—haw—haw—here’s a lark!” screamed Jemmy. ‘Haul him out—haul him out!” yelled Sammy. “Oh, my! ain’t it’ fun?” tittered Miss McGlyn, who fel alittle spite against our hero. “* Stop it—oh, stop it!” bawled Mrs, Squeezum, while her busband leaned over the rail and vain- ly endeayored to separate the combatants with his wife’s sunshade. It was a most comical rough-and- tumble, Sometimes Bob was on top, at others the sea- lion was uppermost, and to udd to the amusing element, two cashmere goats, bearded like patriarchs, that were confined in the adjoining enclosure, placed their fore feet against the wire netting, and standing on their hind legs, peeped over, crying: ‘“Ma—ha—ha! mu—uh—uh!” while the way that London Bob hung on to th sea-lion and Jasheu the dirty water of the tank was a cau- tion. ‘ At length our hero grabbed the animal by the tail and succeeded in hauling it out of the water, while the critter, almost played out, gasped and panted like a human being. ‘“* Blawst yer!” cried Bob. ‘‘ Vere’s der bloom- ing ’andkerchief?” At that juncture an attendant elbowed his way through the crowd, shouting: “ Here, you thundering fool! what are you do- ing with that sea-lion?” _ ‘Oh, ax me donkey!” yelled the cockney. “Dis blawsted mermaid ’as played ell with me.” ‘Here, you just come out of that, and go with me to the police-station,” snarled the man. “Per—leece sta—tin?” replied the boy. “ Not much, me blooming bloke,” with which he let the sea-lion slidé, and clambered the opposite rail, behind which the cashmere goats, tired of ‘standing on their hind legs, were lying ready for anything that might come over t0 them. Landing between the animals, Bob paused in order to pull on his soaking shoes, when one of the billy-goats leveled its shaggy head, and but- ted him in the rear. Ere he recovered from this, the other goat gave him a ram in the stomach. ‘ORre—ell!” he moaned, scrambling back on the fence. ‘‘ Wot der blazes are yer ’itting me CHAPTER XVI. GOING TO GILMORE’S GARDEN. _ ForTUNATELY for London Bob, the keeper of the goats came to his rescue, and drove the ani- mals away, leaving our hero perched on the fence, and alternately rubbing his stomach and back. ‘““How do ye feel, chum?” grinned Jemmy. d goats hit hard?” ‘Tt ’ard!” moaned Bob. “S’elp me tater, I don’t know vether I’m on myead or on my eels.” apa ‘*Ha—ha—ha!” roared the crowd, while the menagerie attendant, who saw that our hero had been imposed upon, demanded: _ ‘What the deuce made you get over the rail- ing on with the other, Bob said: j ' his stomach with one hand, and “Vy, Miss MceGlyn dropped her ’andkerchief inter der mermaid’s cage, an’ I vent ter git it, ven der blawsted boojum attacked me, and tried ter bite my ’and.” ; ‘‘Here,” chuckled the man; ‘‘ you clear out, and go home.” ‘* Yer von’t jug me, hey?” suspiciously demand- ed our hero. ‘9Don’t you worry; we don’t arrest every fool who comes along,” said the man, ‘‘ Here, come down off that fence; you’re drawing a crowd.” Bob cautiously glanced around, then inquired in a whisper: ‘Ts them blawsted billy-goats gone?” and, be- ing assured that they were secured, descended from his perch, then, amid the jeers of the spec- tators, started across the greensward. The tact was he mistrusted the keeper, fearing that the latter meant to lock him up. ; Poor Bob; he was always too smart. ‘Come back!” shouted the man; but our hero kept right on towards a clump of trees, behind which a pair of bisons were calinly chewing their cud, and thinking of their home on the distant prairie. They were mangy-looking, sullen brutes. On walked Bob, at every step the water squirt- ing out of the top of his boots, and oozing from his garments. “Come back!” bawled Jemmy. “Come ba-ack!” screamed Sammy, ‘©Come, oh, come back!” piped the ladies; but on he went, muttering: “Dern yer! ye’ve fooled Bob too often. I’m fly now.” Then he hove in sight of the bisons, which upon seeing him, arose, shook their rusty hides, lowered their curly heads, sniffed and began to paw the ground, whereupon he murmured: “‘Oh, s’elp me tater! I’m be blowed! wot rum sort ov cows!” then, as though fearing to make a noise, he arose upon uotoe and was stealing towards thé fence, when the animals started for him. “Run, Bob. run!” screamed the ladies; and you bet, he got, his long limbs twinkling as he scooted for safety. Just as he reached the fence the leading bison inserted his horn in our hero’s pants, and tuss- ing its head sent Bob flying, landing him in a clump of thorny bushes on the other side of the inclosed path. : “By George!” he murmured, as Jemmy and the rest of the party came to his assistance. “Take me ’ome! If this is coming h’out fur pleasure, give me breakin’ stones!” : Bob left the Central Park with no desire to return to it, while Miss McGlyn whispered to Jemmy: “Don’t you think you’ve been too hard on him?” : “ Hard!” grinned the scamp; “sure, an’ wasn’t his ancistors harrud on mine! I'll let up on him, allana, when he’s out av me reach!” Bob was tough, and a bath and some court-, plaster soon made him feel as good us new. ** Won’t vou go with as to Gilmore’s Garden to-night?” said Jemmy, who was itching to play another trick on the cockney; ‘‘all the rifle teams are to be there.” ‘*No blooming lawks, hey?” demanded Bob. Ne NG bole goats or thingumeys butting around —hey? “Oh, no,” gravely replied the scamp; ‘it’s a first-class place—music and all that; yez must come, me bhoy.” ‘““My clothes is h’all vet,” said our hero; ‘“T ain’t got no change fit ter vear.” ‘Go dressed as a lady for a lark,” suggested his tormentor; “Mis. Squeezum will lend you a suit.’ 3 After much persuasion Bob agreed, and bor- rowing a chignon and dress from his land- lady, was presently “*made up” as a woman, and .on his way to the world-renowned gar- dens. ; = He looked somewhat homely, but having a smooth face, strongly resembled a newly-land- ed English servant-girl. ; Everything went ail right until Pat Gilmore’s band played ‘‘God save the Queen,” when for- getting his disguise, Bob aruse, lager-beer mug in hand, crying: “Three cheers for Queen Victoria! Hip—hip! hew-raw!” whereupon Jemmy pulled him back into his chair, saying: “Be quiet, yez derned fool!” “No! S'elp me tater, I von’t!” shouted our hero. ‘I’m a h’Englishman, I h’am! Three cheers for Queen Victoria. By George, I’m a Queen’s man to the backbone!” ’ ‘* Police!” cried one spectator. j “Turn her out!” roared ‘another. “ Bounce her ! yelled a third. *‘She’s drunk!” Hearing this, Bob mounted on the table, ang rolling up his sleeves, said: ‘Took ahea, me keoves, if yer thinks yer gein’ ter put down Queen Victoria vben London Bob» is around, yer blawsted mistaken! Now, if iny By yer toffs vants yer ’eads punched, jes’ step up! 4 ““Ya—har!” jeered the crowd. ‘“‘ Bounceher,. she’s tight!” “Oh, yer h’ain’t goin’ ter bounce Bobby!’ he continued. ‘I’m a goin’ ’ome ina day or twobut, afore I goes, I vould like ter punch a h’Amneri-- st ead! Now, von’t yer step h’up, you ov yer ‘‘ Seize him!’ shouted the mar.ager, to a syuadi of police, and ere poor Bob knew where he was,. they had him by the head and heels, and carried. him off to the police-station. “Oh, blawst it!” he groaned, as-he landed in a dark room. ‘Dis is another of. dat blooning- Jemmy’s sells!” : i a CHAPTER XVII. BOB IS BAILED BY AN ALDERMAN, “ Ves, Pll go’ome,” he muttered, as he wiped his heated brow; ‘‘h’Ammerica’s no place for a .| b’Englishman, s’elp me tater!” As he was musing over this, the cell door was opened, and a cop thrust in his head, sayirg: “ Come out, owre bailed.” “Vot?? cried the boy, ‘bailed? Who der ’elk vill bail London Bob? ‘ Alderman O’Brien,” replied the officer, add— nee “ You’re in luck, young man.” pon teaching the police justice’s room, our hero found Jemmy and a stout, murderous-look- ing individual, who was evidently ‘some pump— kins,” for the coppers treated him with great ci-~ vility,” } After the usual preliminaries, Bob found him- self discharged on bail, and joining his friend Jemmy, said: “Vot der blazes does dis all mean, eh? Whose dat rum-looking bloke dat has bailed me?? “WWush!” ejaculated Jemmy, raising his fore- finger so as to warn the cockney not to be toa free with his tongue. ‘‘ Nat's me third consin om me father’s side—Ignatius O’Sullivan O’Brien— , he’s an alderman, at laste, he was wan, some | yearsago. He kin do anything in dis ward.” “ Walderman!” murmured our hero, whose: ideas of an alderman were thoroughly English. “Selp me tater, I should ’ave taken him fur der” keeper of a lager beer saloon.” — ‘* Sure, an’ yez have hit it,” grinned the boy. ‘Come along to his place before it closes.” And away they went, presently finding them-- selves in O’Brien’s saloon, There was nothing proud about the alderman, who served them with two schooners of lager and. took the nickels just like any other man. | Bob was puzzled, “What are yez Jemmy. ‘“Svelp me tater!” replied our hero, {*h’Amer- ica licks me, Vy, in h’England a h’alderman vould no more think ov bailing h’out a bloke den ov flying. By George! I begin ter like your cus-- toms. A cove is a cove here, an’ a bloke is a bloke, no matter vether he ’as money or not. Dis is a blawsted fine country, yer know.” “ Yes,” nodded Jemmy ; ‘‘ didn’t I always tell’ yoz so! If ye’ll only drop yer consate of Eng- land, and take to American ways, yez would like: it all the better.” “T cawn’t,” sighed Bob, draining his beer. “My ’ead’s full of h’English h’ideas, an’ 1’m too h’old to learn,” adding, ‘tI guess Pll go ’ome.” ‘Oh, you must stay and go to the grand clam bake on Coney Island,” suggested Jemmy. “If you go back to England without eating baked- at) folks won’t believe that you've been: 1ere, f° ‘‘KJams!” ejaculated Bob. ‘‘Vot the’ell are klams?” ““'They’re a shell-fish,” grinned Jemmy. ‘Like h’oysters?” demanded his chum, ‘ “No,” chuckled the other. gees ‘Like mussels?” said our hero. watts “No,” laughed Jemmy. ‘That is, theyre white inside an’ out, an’ so good that when once you taste ’em yez will niver lave the bake until yez stomach’s full.” “S’elp me tater, I'll go,” eried Bob. “Do you want tickets?” inquired the alder-— man; ‘‘I havea few left.” is : ‘‘ Yes,” nodded Bob, ‘‘Give me six reserved’ seats,” ; : Pe: ' ‘* How?? grinned the man. fur a clain bake?” ~ é ‘ hea 2, ' ‘Vell. ver see.” responded Bob, ‘‘T’d like to ax Mr, an’ Mis. Squeezum, an’ Saminy an’ Mi dramein’ about?” inquired “Reserved seats:
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AN ENGLISH BOY IN. AMERICA, ep ues here, McGlyn; then dere’s me ole chum, J. ony vant though he’s a h’awful von ter sell me. him ter go.” “Oh, eiejabers Till be dere ven der startin’ *bell rings,” laaghed the scamp. ‘‘There’s yer reserved seats,” chuckled the al- derman, handing our hero six tickets, printed as follows: “GRAND SOCIAL CLAM BAKE, , U.F.B.0.U.8.0. A. © August 12, 1876, Martin’s Wharf, EastRiver, -Per Steamship O’Donovan Rossa. All aboard at eight A. M. IanAtius O’SULLIVAN O'BRIEN, Treasurer and Secretary.” As the man delivered the pasteboards, Jemmy winked at him, saying: ‘- This will tickle de b’hoys.” ‘“« Vis,” nodded the alderman. to it.” “ll put ’em up “Come along, Bob,” observed the scamp, and | bo away they started for the boarding-house. . Now the fact was the clam bake had been got up by the United Fenian Brotherhood of the United States of America, and Jemmy knew that in introducing London Bob there would be a lively’ racket, as the Cockney swore by the queen. ; The next day he repaired to the alderman’s, and the two put up a joke on our hero as fol- lows: Every one on board was to be told that Bob was an English spy, but warned not to say or do anything to him until the alderman gave the signal. ‘o our hero’s astonishment the ladies declined to go, saying: “We don't hold with Coney Island!” so, in their stead, Bob invited two of the gentlemen boarders. ‘‘Wear yez Cintinnial hat, me bhoy,” suggest- edJemmy; but the other resolutey refused, say- ing: Dm goin’ ter keep dat ’at ter go ’ome in!” At length the morning arrived, and Jemmy piloted Bob and his other guests down to the wharf, where a number of Fenians were a assembled; then, under pratense of seeking Al- derman O’Brien, quitted him and did not turn up again until they arrived at Coney Island. After amusing themselves bathing, etc., the clambakers assmbled in order to see the bivalves roasted, Bob making himself conspicuous by his blowing and ignorance. Ee y George!” he cried. ‘So dem_blawsted vite thingsisklams? S’elp metater! I thought dey vos cockles!”” e did not notice that everybody scowled at him, and that beside Mr. Squeezum and his two gnests, no one spoke to him. The day was warm, or rather, hot, and the party were thirsty; so whiskey and lager were treely imbibed, and Bob soon became what he _ termed ‘“ swipey.” Abouttwo p. M., Alderman O’Brien gave the signal to uncover the steaming bivalves, where- upon the fun began. \ ‘* Bob!” said Jemmy, thrusting an envelope in- to our hero’s hand, ‘‘ when the bake is over mount dat color in your hat!” CHAPTER XVIII BOB MOUNTS THE ORANGE COCKADE, EVERYBODY was so much engaged in procur- ing bowls of baked clams that no one noticed Jemmy’s act, aud London Bob,who was as eager as any of the crowd, did not stop to examine the contents of the envelope. “By George!” he ejaculated, ‘‘klams is good;” then, sitting down, worked steadily until he felt as full of bake as an egg is of meat, ' ‘When the gorge was over, the crowd retired to a platform, erected near by and everybody but our hero, donned a green badge, -Fumbling in his pocket, he drew forth the en- velope, and opening it, discovered an orange- colored rosette, which he immediately hoisted, then ata wink from Jemmy, mounted the plat- form. _ Now, Bob was so green in experience, that he had no more idea ‘of the meaning of his orange symbol than a jackass has of singing. “In London he had risen early and gone to bed late, but had only attended to his business, and iving no religion, had never tronbled himself about the “orange and green” rows that occasion- " ally agitated his friends; in fact, wasso conceit- ed that le thought he knew al] worth know- ing, and was utterly indifferent to anything not concerning the costermonger business. , As he mounted to the platform, the assembled brotherhood gave three groans, followed by a furious yell, such as only Irishmen can give. To their astonishment, Bob joined in, groan- ing and yelling like a good fellow “Turn the spy out!” yelled one, ‘Mash his head!” j “Turn im h’out!” screamed our hero. ‘Mash is ead!” “Bust his mug!” roared another. ‘‘Shoot his hat!” “Bust is mug!” chorused Bob. “Shoot ’is ’at!” “Kill the cursed traitor!” bawled a third. “Yes,” shouted the unconscious cockney; ‘kill der cuss ov a waiter!” ; “Silence!” thundered the presiding officer, but the boys wouidn’t have it, and after vainly en- deavoring to quiet them, the chairman cried: “What do you want?” “Chuck him over—shoot the spy!” they roar- ed, while Bob grinned and yelied in concert: ‘Yes;shewt der bloke! Vere is he?’ yelled the Y- At length, seeing our hero’s ribbon, the officer thus addressed him: “Young man, are you a sny?” ‘Are yer speakin’ ter me?” inquired Bob, be- ginning to regard the scowling, angry faces around him with alarm. “Yes,” replied the chairman. ‘‘What do you mean by wearing that color in your hat?” Just then a dead cat came whack against Bob’s tile, thena clump of grass struck him on the nose, after which the crowd gave another fero- cious yell. Taking the orange ribbon from his tile, he held it out at arm’s length, the boys howling and roaripg until they were hoarse, when he thus addressed them: “Selp me tater, me keovies, I don’t keer fur dis blawsted color. .If Jemmy O’Brien ’adn’t a give it me I shouldn’t ha’ vore it. Seems ter me yer don’t like der blooming thing?” ‘*Yar—har—har!” yelled the crowd; ‘‘to | blazes with it.” Pitching it among them, Bob continued: ‘“‘L ook ahéa, me keovies, a lawk is a Jawk, yer know; but if that color means h’enny disrespect ter jenny ov yer blokes, I’m sorry. I h’apolo- ize. oe Bravo!” cried the chairman, who wished to avoid a row, ‘“‘this young manisnospy,” where- upon Bob spread out his hands, and, lowering | p his big head, winked knowingly at them, say- ing: “Wot! mea spy! S’elp me tater, yer don’t know Bob. Vy, Um h’English ter der back- bone.” ‘‘Ah—a—a!” once more yelled the excited crowd. ‘ Pitch him over—kill him—knife ther English spy!” Bob scratched his big jaw, and regarded them ruefully; then, as one man; more furious than the rest, climbed the platform, and endeavored to get at him, said: “Vot the ’ell kin I do?” Ss “Shout Ireland forever!” cried the chairman, thrusting a green ribbon into his hands. ‘*Shout and stick that in your caubeen.” Bob inserted the rosette in the band of his hat, then bellowed: “Treland furever, ’raw!” “Furrah!” cried the crowd, who, bv that time, began to understand that somebody had played a joke upon him, after which the band struck up *‘ The Wearing of the Green.” When the music ceased, the chairman said in a loud voice: “Our guest, London Bob, will address the meeting.” Then, tipping him the wink, whis- pered; ‘‘Go ahead, me boy, and tell them how |. you came by that ribbon.” , Bob waited until silence was restored; then, grinning at the now merry faces below him, said: “Look ahea, friends, this is h’all a blawsted sell oy my chum, Jemmy O’Brien’s. He’s always a havin’ lJawks wid me. _ It was him who slipped that orange bow inter my ’and, sayin’: ‘ Bob, mount dat color in yer ’at.’” ‘‘Where’s Jemmy O’Brien?” shouted a hun- dred voices, but Jemmy was out of their reach, he having left for New York about a quarter of an hour before. ; In order to make up for their rude behavior, the boys insisted upon treating Bob, so, by the time he quitted Coney Island, he was, to use his own words, ‘‘h’as ’appy h’as a h’emperor.” The next morning he. arose with a rousing headache, and descending to the dining-room, }| sought for Jemmy. y f ‘He's gone to church,” said Mrs. Squeezum, adding: ‘‘My husband told me of the trick he put up on you at the clam bake.” as “Trick,” murmured Bob, sucking down a big draught of water. ‘‘ Yes;” then, as he leaned his face upon his hand, continued: ‘‘By George, I ain’t revengeful, but, s’elp me tater, afore I go’ome, I'll punch Jemmy O’Brien’s ead!” 4. f j SSSSS5 t CHAPTER XIX. “NO USE GETTING MAD WITH HIM.” Bop’s eyes were open, and he saw that he had been the dupe of the merry scamp, Jem— my. : ‘Yes, Pll punch ’is blooming ’ead,” he mutter-* ed. ‘I see h’ith’all. ve been a h’ass an’.a fool. I thought I vos v’at dese h’ Americans call h’aw- ful smart, but he’s wired me each time, so’elp me blessed never.” Mrs. Squeezum gave him a nice hot cup of tea, and our hero gradually felt more com- fortable. One by one the boarders vanished to attend some service, leaving Bob alone. As the clock struck ten, Jemmy O’Brien enter- ed the house and ascended to his room. “Now fur it, me blooming boojum,” thought ~ our hero, ‘Nobody is in, and either you shall punch my blawsted nut, or I vill yours.” Then, with set lips, he mounted to the scamp’s room. In lieu of finding the boy smiling, Bob dis- covered him seated in the depths of misery by a table. “Oh,” murmured Jemmy. ‘Oh! kinit be pos- sible?” Then, burying his face in his hands, sobbed like a child. This was too much for the good-natured cock- ney. Bob had a real noble heart, and the sight of distress always moved him. 3 ‘‘Ouch!” groaned Jemmy. in’? villains!’ ‘“Wot’s h’up, h’old chap?” whispered Bob. ‘‘Oh—oh!” moaned the young scamp, who — who was only pretending, in order to avoid a muss, and who wanted to play another trick on the Londoner. ‘Oh, my gracious, I shall never “Oh, the murder- Raising his contorted face, Jeommy howled; “To think av’it, the poor crayter; yisterday he was alive and frisky, and now—boo-hoo-hoo!” here he once more buried his face in his hands and made believe to weep. ‘ ‘Oh, kim, h’old chap, don’t take on like dat,” . said Bob; ‘‘what did der bloke die of?” “He was bull—bull—bull-dozed!” sobbed the other, almost breaking out into a roar of laugh. er. ‘*Bull-dozed?” ejaculated our hero; ‘‘ vot der ell’s dat? *ung?? ; ‘*No—no-00!” sobbed Jemmy; ‘‘ worse thin that.” : “T give it Raps muttered Bob to himself: “this h’Amerikin language licks me!” Then tuia- ing to Jemmy, said: ‘‘ Did he die sudden?” ; ““Ye—yes,” said the young rascal; ‘‘he breath- ed his last just before [ came in. Oh! boo-ho!” with which he once more indulged in a prolonged how] of woe. : = Canta of your’n?” sympathetically inquired ob. . ‘‘Ye-yes,” sobbed Jemmy; ‘he always wag- ged his tail when he saw me coming.” Then, averting his face, choked down a rising laugh: ~ “Vagged his bloomin’ tail?” snarled Bob, ris- ing angrily, ‘‘Look’ere, Jemmy, are yer tryin’ ter cod me again?” ee ‘‘No—no-00,” said the scamp, cleverly. imitat- ing a choke of sorrow. ‘‘If yez had known the crayter yez would understand me grafe.” ‘*Look a-hea,” growled our hero, peeling off his coat. ‘‘ Vot vos he, anyhow—a dorg?? ‘“No-o0,” said Jemmy, then, as though over- _ come with grief, averted his face and moaned, S Bob looked suspiciously at him for awhile, then — said: ae “Jemmy, yer’ve let me in so often dat I begin ter suspect everything yer sav. Ain't yer a humbuggin’ ov me now, hey? W’ot has bin bull- _ dozed, hey?” eG ast = Jemmy pretended to wipe his eyes, then turn- ed his serious face toward Bob, and ina quiver? ‘oat. Oh. Toike aie: we
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{2 a3 og nee ear eae eT - which he winked at his victim, adding: ‘“‘Sowld agin, me bhoy. Ha—ha—ha!” : “Advancing with his sleeves roiled up, and his hands in pugilistic position, Bob squared off at Jemmy, shouting: “Kum on—kum on, blawst yer; either yer punches my ’ead, or I will yourn;” but the scam only threw himself on the bed and roared wit laughter. _ In vain Bob begged and prayed, punched and swore, nothing would induce Jemmy to fight, so sur hero gave it up, and retired, saying: “Svelp me tater, I never kim across sich a bloke.” It was no use getting mad with Jemmy. At dinner-time Mrs. Squeezum endeavored to make them shake hands, but Bob would not. : When the meal was over, Jemmy turned to our ‘hero, right before all the boarders, say- ing: f Bob, old man, our old ship, of the White Ball , Line, isin; arrived this morning. Shall we go down and take a look at her?” His voice was so merry, and his face so smil- ing, that our hero could not resist him, and in ten minutes they were ina car bound for the -steamer’s pier. ‘“‘T mean ter go ’ome inher,” said Bob, as they descended from the vehicle. ‘‘I don’t blame yer, _Jemmiy, for playin’ tricks on me. I kim out ere full of h’ideas that I could teach you fellers how ‘ter do things; but I’ve bin sucked in h’awful.” ' Bless yez,” winked Jimmy, ‘I’ve done it fur yer good, me bhoy; yez will go home twice as sharp as yez come out.” After inspecting the ship, and picking out his ‘berth for the return voyage, they watched some boys and men bathing from a raft,moored inside the wharf. Sole “Say.” murmured Bob, ‘“‘it’s h’awful ot, hain’t 16?” “Yea,” nodded Jemmy; ‘want a swim? Pll have one, too.” ' Now the young rascal knew that if the police caught them they would be arrested; but he was determined to puta parting trick on to Bob: so leading the way off the ship, he descended to the raft, then walking before his companion, on the cross-ties under the pier, said: “ Yez undriss first an’ Vl hould yer togs while yez hey a swim.” . ‘Right yer are!” ejaculated the other; then, stripping himself, handed his garments to Jem- my and plunged into the-water. ‘ CHAPTER XX. OUR HERO GIVES JEMMY ‘‘TIT FOR TAT.” _ Arter permitting Bob to swim about for awhile, Jemmy stowed his chum’s garments ina ait place among the timbers overhead; then, / ascending on the other side of the wharf, looked around for a policeman. It so happened that, the weather being hot, the captain of the precinct bad instructed the _ officer on duty upon the wharf not to arrest -. bathers unless they advanced beyend a certain _ line, where the boys could be seen by people pass- ; ing on the ferryboats. ‘So when Jemmy hinted to a cop, who was a piatly, engaged fanning himself with his hat, _ that his presence was required down the wharf, _ the man merely told him to go to a warmer _ place than New York in August. ' . Not seeing his chum, and fearing some trick, London Bob emerged from the water; then, ad- - dressing a small boy who was fishing under the _ wharf, said: « Where's der bloke gone with my “ He stowed ’em away up there,” other, pointing to a sort of shelf where Jemmy - had hidden the garments. _ “Oh, dat’s yer blooming game, hey, Mr. Jem?” murmured Bob. _ Then, as his body was dry, he scrambled into his clothes. and directed by the young angler, followed his chum, arriving by him as the latter was renewing his conversation with the officer. clothes?” a con- de coppers in New York.” if. The conversation interested ai replied the iy iia pad: 1a ” snarled the officer; so, ! AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. finding that he could not put up a job on our hero, the young monkey walked down the wharf. Emerging from his place of concealment, Bob addressed the officer, saying: “Took here, Mr. Sergint, has dat keovie bin tryin’ ter git yer ter arrest me?” ““T guess he was trying to put upa joke on you,” said the cop. ‘‘I know him, though he don’t me, He’s the derndest young joker in New York. I believe that if his father was alive he’d think nothing oy selling the old man a purp.” “ He's sold me se-verial big uns!” grinned our hero. ‘I'd like to sell him von aforeI go ome!” “Well, you get him to enter the water, then V’'ll scare him,” said the good tempered cop. Bob slipped around by the backside of the wharf; then, walking along the under beam, emerged upon the floating stage, whereupon Jemmy, who had hunted for him everywhere, eer ee was standing on the wharf above, cried: ‘Where yez bin, chum?” “Tookin’ for yer!” chuckled Bob. °‘‘Say, der vorters ’eavenly! It cools yer ’ead stunning! Von’t yer ’ave a dip?” **Ye-al” nodded Jemmy, descending to the stage. ‘‘ Yez found yer clothes all right, I see!” Bob nodded, saying: ‘Yes, I diskivered ’em where yer placed ’em so securely! Much obliged ter yer, Jemmy!” ‘Don’t mention it,” returned the young mon- key, peeling off his togs. ‘‘ Yez needn’t trouble yezself to moind me things, Bob. Dey’ll be all safe here.” “ All right!” nodded the cockney. take care of ’em!” In Jemmy plunged, and no sooner was he out of sight than Bob rolled up the wag’s clothes in a bundie and walked off home with them; leay- ing his former tormentor swimming around and chuckling to think how nicely he had fooled the blawsted Britisher. When the boy had amused himself awhile the police officer arose and sauntered down the wharf, whereupon the lads on the lookout, shouted: ‘* Scoot—cop-pers!” Turning in his swim, Jemmy grasped a rope trailing from the raft, and hauled himself in, hand over hand, landing just as the officer ar- rived on the end of the wharf. “Here, you,” he cried. ‘‘Put on your clothes, and come along with me,”saying which, he lowered himself down upon the stage and made a dive at the bather. Eluding his grasp, the boy darted under the wharf and began to fumble overhead for his clothes’, shouting: “Bob, where are yez?” “11ll Bob you,” said the cop, rushing along the beam and grabbing him. i “Will yez, bedad,” howled Jemmy, inserting his foot between the officer’s limbs and tumbling with him into the muddy water. Unfortunately for the boy, the officer was an expert swimmer, so he soon had Jemmy on the stage, and, finding that the lud’s clothes were gone, obtained a sack from the wharf; then, making a hole in the bottom of the article, bade his prisoner put it on. £ At first James objected, but finally, when the officer drew his club, yielded: bargaining, how- ever, that holes for his arms should be made in the side of the sack. ; “Rah!” cried the small boy, who had seen Jemmy stow away Bob’s clothes, ‘*’Rah-ah-ah!” ‘Rah-rah!” yelled the mob of boysand girls, which rapidly collected on the wharf. Many of the crowd knew Jemmy, and, as he had played most of them a trick, they felt amus- ed to see him let in by some one. ~ He looked awfully comical in his sacked suit. ‘“Halloo!” cried one girl. ‘‘Why, Jemmy O’Brien, how splendid you are in the costoom.” “Who's yer tailor?” bawled another. ‘‘Nick- hells?” “Shewt that coat,” roared a big bully. “Ah,sold at last, Jemmy!” cried a cheeky newsboy. ‘“‘Say, sonny, won’t yer le’me give yer bewts a polish?” pipet Jemmy marched off with the officer, looking like a thunder-cloud on a summer day, and as he left the wharf, was heard to murmur: a ett until I meets yez agin, Mister London 0) ‘ X ~ “T von’t CHAPTER XXI. A REAL LIVELY MILL. WueEn he was lodged in the cell, Jimmy wrote a note to Mr. Squeezum, begging him to bring him a suit of clothes and to come and bail him.” iad not mentioned a word about his tric “Tl go an’ take ’em to’im,” said BO ‘t Just as well,” observed Mrs. Squeezum, who did not like her husband to go near a police head- quarters. ‘‘Squeezum ain’t got no property, 80 he can’t go bail for Jemmy.” ‘“¢ All serene,” g inned Bob, and soon he was on his way to his chum’s prison. : After a little delay, the sergeant on duty or- dered the prisoner to be brought out, and pres- ently Jemmy made his appearance. ‘He looked so ridiculous in his sack overcoat that Bob could not avoid sniggering; this made his chum mad. ‘ “«Jemmy,” said our hero, “I’ve brought yer togs fur yer.” “So I see,” growled the boy. ‘‘What made yez walk off wid ’em, eh?” ‘‘ Me?” ejaculated Bob. ‘‘Oh, s’elp me tater. Vy, Jemmy, h’old cove, yer don’t think as ’ow I'd go and play a trick on yer, do yer? Here’s yer bundle, meboy. What’ll yer take fur yer sack suit?” Jemmy received the J a Se then said: “Took here, London Bob,yez wanted to foight dis mornin’, didn’t yez?” ‘‘Vell,” grinned our hero, ‘‘I vas rawther vaxy, s'elp me tater; but I’ve bull-dozed yer since,Jemmy,an’ don’t feel so h’anxious to punch yer ’ead—savvey?” ‘Vez jis look out fur yez ugly mug when 1 come out,” said the boy, retreating to his cell. ‘Wall right,” laughed Bob. —** My ’eads as ’ard as yourn;” then, turning, quitted the place. At the back of Mrs. Squeezum’s house was a yard piled with’ old crockery, a disused rabbit- hutch, and a variety of other rubbish, while in the center was a rain-water cistern, the cover of which projected about a foot above the ground. Now the woodwork was rotten; so the next morning when Bob surveyed the place, he said to himself: f “Tf we has our mill’ere, ve must awoid this ere, or ve shall go through.” About seven o’clock, just as Mrs, Squeezum’s boarders were at the breakfast table, Jemmy ar- rived at home. He had been bailed by his relative, the ex- alderman, and in those cases bailing meant an. end of the matter. . With all his faults he wasn’t a bad fellow. True, he didn’t think much of serving Bob rather ‘‘ ugly tricks,” but then we must remem- ber that he had always been taught to look up- on a Saxon as fair game, and asthe Cockney had laid himself out, and deserved a good deal of what he got, we must not blame Jemmy for ‘*soing the whole hog,” onlv, when Bob.turned the tables on him, he ought to have kept his temper. Striding into the room where our hero was calmly taking his breakfast, Jemmy shouted: “Come into de back yard, ye bull-headed Britisher, and let me give yez an Irish stew.” “Oh, don’t fight!” screamed Miss ‘McGlyn, throwing her arms about Bub’s neck. ‘‘Don’t, oh, don’t!” ‘ Releasing himself and arising, our hero smil- ed, and begging the boarders to go on with the meal, winked at Jemmy, saying: ‘Hall right, h’old cockalorum. I’m ready ter punch yer blawsted ’ead,” then followed him it: to the yard. Both lads were spoiling for a fight. Deserting the table en masse, the boarder+ crowded to the back windows, and settled them- selyes to enjoy the fun. Jemmy’s ‘‘Irish was up” as he termed it, and taking off his coat, he trailed it before Bob, shouting: ‘ S ‘““Trid onit, ye spalpeen! Trid on it, an’ Il knock yez big head off yez ugly showlders!” meantime his opponent was calmly peeling for the fray. : “Oh, I hope Mr. Bob will win,” piped Miss ~ McGlyn, from the second floor back window, when Sammy, who wasn’t quite so anxious about it, placed his arm about her waist and whispered: “ce 1S hy? : To the amusement of the spectators Bob began to ‘walk around and show his muscle,” moving from left to right, as Jemmy, still trailing his coat, danced backwards the other way, frantic- ally exclaiming: © : “Come on, ye big-headed galoot! Come on, — yez bull-purp yez, I’m ready; come on, ye misei~ able crayther, ye, an’ trid on the tail oy ino coat!” while Bob danced around, and sparring at animaginary enemy, grinned and cried: “Van’t yer ’ed punched, hay? Kim on,me keovie. J’ll_knock der bog-stuffin’ an’ pertatoes one ey yer. Kim on, blawst yer, I kin punch yer oA ‘ ea eS vil ‘There is no telling how long
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biz might have lasted had not Bob accidentally placed his foot on Jemmy’s garment, when inan instant, the boy let drive, catching our here a rap on the conk, and landing him on top of the rabbit-Hutch, which was immediately reduced to kindling. “Round the first!” shouted Mr. Squeezum, who like most timid men, affected to admire the prize ring. ‘‘ Time!” Starting to his feet, Bob put up his hands and advanced towards Jemmy, upon which the lat- ter ducked his bullet-head, and rushing at his foe, endeavored to ram him in the stomach; see- ing which our hero dodged, and Jem dashed his nut clean threugh the end of an empty packing- ease that stood in the opposite corner, cutting his face and bruising his nose. , “Round the second! First blood for—the pack- ing-case!” bawled Squeezum, while Bob assist- ed his opponent to free himself from the broken wood, “Bravo!” cried the boarders. ‘*’Rah!” “Took ’ere, Jemmy,” whispered the good- natured fellow. ‘‘ Mind that there cistern-cover;” when Squeezum once more shouted; “Time!” } . At it they went again, ding-dong, then, as Jemmy got a‘belter” in on Bob’s chest, our hero fell back on to the cistern-lid, and crashing through, vanished from sight. CHAPTER XXII. BOB BUCKS THE TIGER. WueEn Bob sank out of view, Jemmy’s anger cooled, and kneeling upon the ground he peered into the hole, moaning:, “My God! he will be drowned.” As he uttered these words, ou hero’s face em- erged from the aperture and Bob, giving one of his comical grins, said: “Selp me tater, dis is a bigger blawsted sell den that lake in der Centennial grounds! ’Ere, elp me out, Jemmy?” > The other lost no time in assisting bim, and soon London Bob was once more on dry land. ** Are yez burt, old man?” said his opponent, in ‘ach a kind voice that Bob forgot all his anger. + ‘Urt? grinned the other; ‘‘ vy, no;” adding, as he pointed to the slime upon his person, ‘*I h’aint ’urt, Jem, but 1 stinks like ’ell! Dat blaw- sted cistern ain’t been cleaned h’out since it vas made.” ‘“Pew-gh!” cried the spectators. what a horrid smell!” : F ‘“Tt’s me, ladies,” chuckled Bob. ‘‘Der cistern is full of soft mud, an’ I’ve stirred it h’up.” The ladies wisely retired. “ Bob,” murmured Jemmy, ‘‘shake hands, me bhoy. ez a brick. I'll never play yez any more tricks.” ‘¢Jemmy,” said our hero, paw, ‘‘dere’s me ’and, me boojum. I forgive yer; but yer shan’t never play no more lawks on ob, fur I'll go *ome on Vensday.” emmy assisted him to wash the stuff off his clothes, and, after awhile, contrived to get them pretty clean; but to this day the Cockney says: ‘Der bloomin’ togs smells oy dat h’old cis- tern.” ‘ When he had changed his garments. Bob fin- ished his breakfast, after which, declining all company, he started out and wandered’ down Broadway. Scarcely had he gone ten blocks ere he encoun- tered a tall, gentlemanly-looking man, who, bow- : ing olitely, said: ‘ ““ Wewgh, iving his chum his ou are a straneer here?” | “Yes,” he nodded, “From England?” inquired the sport, for such was the man’s profession. “Yes,” grinned Bob. “I cum h’over’ere ter seo der Centennial.” ‘Would you like to buck the tiger a little?” “insinuated the man. “y-, vot der ’ell’s dat?” chuckled the Cockney, ‘adding: ‘I’ve been chucked by a wild cow, an’ ‘ad a rough an’ tumble with a sea lion; but I don’t know nothing about tigers.” : Oh, ours is not an animal,” smilingly returned the sport. ‘‘{t’s a faro bank. Come in and try ‘your luck?” _ Now, like most Cockneys, Bob had heard of - gorgeous gambling dens in London, and was de- strous of seeing something of the sort, so he fol- ewed the runner-in, saying: ' “T needn’t play unless I like, hey?” “Certainly not,” replied the man, leading the towards an elegant brown-stone-fronted hax ase | AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. house, on —— street, and giving a pecabay rap on the door, which opened as though of its own accord, The man piloted him up the handsomely-car- peted stairs, and ushered Bob into the first floor, a grandly-decorated and furnished suite, in which were a faro-table and a crowd of persons gambling, Our hero watched until he became somewhat acquainted with the game, when he felt an irre- sistible desire to try his luck. ‘Come and take a glass of fizz,” whispered the man who had conducted him in, then, adjourn- ing to a side board, they ate some lobster salad and drank several goblets of Sep Poor, foolish Bob. All the money he had in the world was a hundred and fifty dollars. ‘‘Won’t you try a little flutter?” inquired his tempter. ‘'They’re going to play rouge-et-noir. That is a French nobleman,” pointing to a for- eign-looking gentleman. ‘‘ He, like yourself, has visited the Centennial. By-the-way, did you like it?” ‘*Vell, between h’ourselves,” chuckled Bob, ‘‘T’ve ’ad my ’ead punched more since I’ve bin in h’America, than I h’ever ’ad inh’all my life in l’England,” adding: ‘An’ as fur ’ats, vy, s’el me tater, der h’Eixebition vos ’ell on ’em;” wit which he drew forth his wallet and approached the table where they had begun the new game. The Frenchmen were piling up their gold pieces, and the croupier was paying out and rak- ing in the coins. here had been a run against red, and Bob, who, in his small way, had gambled at a similar game in London, saw a chance, ‘“Red!” he cried, planking down all his bills, Ee were immediately examined and count- ed. It was a foolish, desperate move, and when he had done it, he turned to the man who had in- troduced him, saying: “There goes my new moke an’ barrer,” but scarcely had the words passed his lips, when the dealer shouted: ‘“Red wins! Six hundred dollars!” ‘And ’em h’over!” nervously ejaculated Bob, and in another instant he was counting his prize. When he had satisfied himself that the money was genuine, he turned to the roper-in, saying, ‘‘Teuess I'll go, now. I’ve made more money than I ’ad at starting.” “You'll never leave this house alive, if you try it,” muttered the man. ‘‘These sports here won’t stand such a loss.” ‘“ Vot must I do, then?’ whispered Bob. ‘‘Der money is mine.” “ Stake again,” said the fellow. Drawing a hundred dollars from his pile, the Cockney laid it on the rouge, saying: ‘*Give us another; red vins, mister.” The other gamblers pressed forward, and the board was soon covered with gold and bills. ** Red wins—three hundred dollars,” cried the man, when, just as Bob was thrusting his trembling hand forward to take the money, the doors were burst in, and the police entered, saying: ‘<The first person who moves will be shot,” “Oh, s’elp me tater,” murmured the Cockney. Vaan der cops vait until I ’ad collared my ‘pile? é CHAPTER XXIII. OUR HERO GOES ’OME. THE police were so eager to secure the money and gambling SPDAPALUS, that they did not no- tice Bob enter what he thought wasa closet, but which proved to be a dumb-waiter. No sooner had he shut the door than down he shot, landing in the kitchen with a bang that smashed the waiter all to bits, and startled an old colored woman, who acted as the gambler’s housekeeper. ‘“Who da’? she yelled, seizing’ a ate al ah and advancing threateningly towards Ib. ‘“Wa’ yo’ com’ don’ da’ wa’ fo’?” Our hero arose, and after staring comically at her awhile, replied: ‘Why, 3’elp me tater, yera niggeress, {mean a colored lady. Blow meef I didn’t take yer fur | Ole Nick.” : ; ‘“Yo’—yo’ look hea’,” she ejaculated. ‘‘ Wa’ you mean by comin’ down da’ dum’-waiter, here iving one of his comical grins, he clapped on his hat, then, lowering his voiee, said: ee ‘‘Vere’s der blooming back door ter dis estab- lishment? Der cops is h’upstairs an’ I'd advise yer ter slope,” eee dL ; eS E ri $ ta) men all,” shaking us heartily b Akt “Cops,” the woman, ‘‘oh, me laady, _ dis Sate chile” then led the way to the front ~ basement door. ; Luckily, the policeman on duty above was talking with a reporter, so they got away with- out being observed. ‘ “Chile,” said the old woman, as they turned to part, ‘‘ yo’ bin playin’ policy?” seh is “ Vell,”chuckled Bob, ** I dunno vot you cul— I mean dark h’Americans—call it, but der bloke asrun me ‘in, sed it vos buckin’ der tiger. [ve a Been puceed outer three hundred blooming dol- © ars. ‘Don’ do it agin, chile,” she said, placing her withered, black hand upon his arm. *‘Don’ b’y,, promise me dat?” *“T vont, s’elp me tater,” he murmured, ther hurrie?t along the street and proceeded down Broadway, saving: ‘‘ I’ve ’ad enough ov dis. Tl go ’ome. Tve made money by coming h’over ere.” : Presently, hailing a stage, he mounted beside: the driver, and rae man to drop him near the office of the White Ball Line, tell to chatting. ; ‘Did yer hear the news?” inquired the whip. **No,” murmured Bob. “They’ve pulled Jack Morrison’s faro crib,” said the man. ; “Yer don’t say,” returned our hero; ‘ vere hev dey pulled it to?” “You must be awfully green,” sneered the driver, who little thought that his fare had just escaped from the den. Bob winked knowingly at him, then giving a low laugh, replied: “Yes, by George! I’m ripening fast. h’American ways.” Upon arriving at the passenger office, he se- cured the berth he had selected, and inquired when he could go on board. ° “To morrow night,” answered the clerk, add- ing: ‘‘ Only you must not expect us to feed you until Wednesday noon.” Bob nodded. then quitting the office, saun- tered to our publishing establishment, where he related his adventures up to date. “You'll publish ’em, vill yer, commodore?” he observed to the writer of this. “Tl write them,” I replied. “And we'll print them, Boh,” said the pro: prietors; whereupor he turned, gave one of his ary laughs, and said: I } “Oh, s’elp me tater, shawn’t I be a toff ven 1 git me pictur in print.” : How London Bob spent the Tuesday before his departure is a_ mystery to us; all we know being that, on the Wednesday, we, in company with several of the staff, proceeded to the pier of the White Ball Company, where we found our hero wearing his white Centennial. hat, marked; Th’am h’awful green, but — I’m beginning to learn 1776—1876.” On the wharf, clustered about him, were Jem- my O’Brien, Mr. and Mrs. Squeezum, Sammy and Miss MeGlyn. ; “So you're off at last, Bob,” we observed, ‘* Well, you have learned something by coming ~ to America.” “Yes,” he grinned, ‘‘I’ve learned ’ow ’ard my blooming ’ead is.” : “Bobby,” said Jemmy, who really appeared sorry to part from his friend, ‘‘why don’t yes stay an’ settle here?’ é “Vy, by George!” chuckled the cockney— “vy, becos I kin do a bloomin’ sight better by goin’ ’ome,” “*T won't sell yez uny more purps, me bhoy, if yez will stop,” said Jemmy. ‘Conie; stay here, and set up in biz. .Say—we'll go_west.” ‘*No, ole buster,” faa ae Bob; | yer cawn’t suck me in agin. Ishall h’always like yer, Jem- my, but yer did sock der sells inter me ’ard.” is Just then the bell on board the White Ball steamship began to clang, and we could hearthe — steward crying: A ' ; ) Mey ‘* All ashore as’s goin’ ashore.” Es “Good-by, Jemmy,” murmured our hero. yin ‘*Good-by, old Bob,” said his chum, adding, in an undertone: ‘‘No more sells, ole man,”’ ; b grinned worse than ever; then, taking q small, but heavy package from his pocket,hand- ed it to Jemmy, saying: Erg tar ‘Partin’ present, ole man. Don’t h’open it un- — til ’'ve started—promise me.” , Mecait:, x58 pexomies See auras Jemmy,and tarn- ing, headed a crowd of his friends, who had com to “hurraw” Bob. Shah ea _‘‘Good-by,” he said to the ladies, little hand. ‘‘Good-by, commodore,
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WIDE AWAKE LIBRARY An Excellent Portrait of the Above Author can be Obtained with Each Book. Be Sure You Get One! ¥ mw AN ENGLISH BOY IN AMERICA. b’ever I has any more adwentures I'll send ’em to you;” then, pointing with his thumb over his lefé shoulder towards Jemmy, whispered: ‘ve pub der last sell onter me h’old chum,” with which he nodded to us, and, slewing his Centen- nial hat over his left ear, slouched up. the gang- ey plank, whistling ‘‘Home, Sweet Home.” he warps were cast off, and the noble ship slowly steamed ahead. ‘When last we saw and heard our hero he was standing near the fore-rigging, with his hat cocked Jakey-fashion, grinning at Jommy and shouting: “S’help me tater, I’m goin’ ’ome!’ ; ‘Rabh—rah!” yelled Jemmy, as the ship glid- ed out into thestream. ‘‘’Rah—three cheers for London Bob!” ' The craft was soon clear of all obstructions, and with the smoke rolling from her funnels in : two heavy clouds, went swiftly down the har- bor. As we were watching her, we overheard Jem- my’s friends guying him, and turning, beheld the boy holding an open paper in his hand, on which rested a rusty old three-ounce weight. ‘*Sowld, be jabers,” he moaned, then, ap- proaching us, handed the following note to me, saying: ‘‘I thought the parcel contained a nice watch!” Putting on my eye-glasses, I read as follows: “To my Blooming Old Chum, ** Jemmy O'BRIEN. ESQuIRE, “The Smartest Boy in New York. “Dear OLtp Covn:—I could not leave Amer- ica without selling you a parting purp. Good- by. S’elp me tater, I don’t bear any ill-feeling, but, Jemmy, old man, consider yourself dis- [THE END.] tanced on the homestretch by that biarsted Britisher. ‘* LONDON Bos.” ok 4 * * A friend writes us from England, saying: ‘Bob has purchased a new moke and barrer, and in honor of his visit to the States, has named his animal ‘Jemmy,’ while he has dubbed his vehicle ‘ The Centennial.’ The other day I met him in Long Acre, and after asking a few questions, inquired: ‘** Well, Bob, what do you think of America? whereupon he scratched his jaw, and giving me a comical look, replied; ‘“** Vell, h’America is a blooming fine country for blokes as is born dere, but, as fur myself, I vos always ’avin’ my ’ead punched; so, for a steady thing, I say, give London Bob h’old h’England,’’ : « Te ib Ob PETER PAD. A New and Elegant Work on the Life of Our Famous Funny Man. PETER PAD, ’ Has Just been Issued. All the Readers of the Should have a Copy. y - FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, ~ Price 10 Cents. For Sale by All Newsdealers or Address ind i fee te
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"PELE “712 Leaves rom a Diary; or, A Young Clerk’s Downfall..... by H. K. Shackleford "418 Boone and the Renegade; or, Life in Ken- LUCKY ..0-cccverescocecses +es-.by Kit Clyde "14 Before the Mast; or, A Sailor Boy’s Travels in Many Seas.....-............by Jas. D. Montague “715 Monaco, the Jaguar Hunter by Hal Standish 16 From Page to Senator; or, Working his Way Up. .occesecceececeeeeceees DY H. K. Shackleford 4717 Judge Cleary’s Country Court—coiiic......... ie? by Tom Teaser "18 Old Rough aud Ready; or, The Heroine of MODIELCY. 2. cc ecsecccsecsceseesssDY * Noname 1? 119 Fire Bell Dick; or, The Rival Hook and Ladders { by Rovert Lennox ' 720 Kidnapped; or, Forced on a Man o’ War.... by J. G. Bradley “421 Jack o’ the Plains; or, The Headless Mazeppa : by Paul Braddon °722 The Prisoners of the Castle; or, A Blow for Freedom .....sceceseeceses> by Jas. D. Montague “723 Muldoon, the Sport—comic......,.by Tom Teaser “124 A Newsboy’s Trip Around the World,........ ° by H. K. Shackleford “725 In Dixie; or, A War Correspondent’s Thrilling Adventures... ............by Gol. Ralpli Fenton 726 The Skeleton Sentinel....by Lieut. KE. H. Kellogg 727 Muidoon’s Vacation—comic......by Tom Teaser “728 The Valleydale Social Club; or Ruined by Wine : by A. K. Shacklgiord “729 Davy Crockett’s Vow; or, His Last Shot © VeENZCANCe....... cee ccecesseeeees-DY Kits Jlyde “730 Keeping His Word; or, “Lucky? Landy’s. Pluck...... +++...by Jas. D. Montague “431 Young Tom Drake; or, Bound to bea Captain By the Author of ‘‘ Privateer-Tom,"’ etc., etc, “132 The Mystic Maiden; or, Through Deadly Dan- Gers...........-..--.-.0y Corp. Morgan Rattler “733 The Exiled Prince; or, Two Boy Explorers in Alaska.........-+ seeetecseees-by J. G, Bradley "34 Pilot Boat No. 7 and ItsAmerican Boy Captain : by Kit Clyde "735 In the Wild West; or, On The Plains, With yt Buffalo Bill.................by Robert Maynard “186 A Sailor Boy’s Kingdom; or, Young America In the South Sea Islands..by H. K. Shackleford “737 The Forest Mystery........ . by Jas. D. Montague “738 Beaver Ben; or, Three Voyagers in the Yellow- SEONG eee cccs sess Woeddececedes DYSK1t Clyde “739 A Waif from the Sea; or, Flung from the Foam by Thomas P. Murray 740 The Book Agent’s LucK—comic..........by “Ed ? 441 Dandy Jtock, the Man from Texas............. by D. W. Stevens 742 Near the Gallows; or, A Young Man’s Peril by R. T. Emmet “748 ick Daunt tne Diver; or, Down Among the Sponge-Cutters........... by J. G. Bradley 744 Across the Continent on Wings; or, Frank Reade, Jr.’s Greatest Flight......by ‘‘Noname” ‘745 Lost In au Unknown Sea; or, Adventures Un- der the Harth........:......by Jas, D. Montague “746 The Shorty Kids; cr, Three Chips of Three Old BlOcKS—ComiC........-see........ dy Peter Pad “747 Dick Walton Among the Gannibals...........! by W. I. James, Jn 748 The Six Swordsmen; or, The Boy Cavatier.... by Richard R. Montgomery 749 The Matineers; or, Dick Walton in the South S€AS...- ee eecseseeeeeees....- DY W. I. James, Jr, “750 Frank Reade, Jr., Exploring Mexico in His New Air-Ship............. Seatete by “‘ Noname ’! }, “151 The Fighting Twins; or, The Cavaliers of Mys- TETY..-2-ccceee -by Richard R. Montgomery “152 Five Dollars; or, A Cheap Revenge........-... by Percy B. St. Jolin 158 Mike McGuinness; or, Traveling for Pleas- Ure—COMIC......++eeeee+--4se.2. DY Tom Teaser “754 Old Grudge, the Xcout; or, The Castle on the AKGs suse cease ss +.....by. ‘* Noname ”? ‘755 Young Sam Patch, the Champion Boy Jumper by H. K. Shackleford “766 Little Jack and His Twenty Boy Firemen...... alt by Robert Lennox 757 Dick Spray; or, A Stowaway’s Trip to China,. by J. G. Bradley 758 Barnum’s Hunters; or, Trapping Wild Ani- mals for the Greatest Show on Harth...... By Richard R. Montgomery "759 The Seven Masks; or, The Quaker City League By Percy B. St. Join ~760 Muldoon’s Night School—comic....by T’om Teaser “161 The Unlucky Miner; or,-The Rivals for Dead Man’s Claim...................by Paul Braddon ‘762 Gal, the Cowboy; or, The Young King of Las- “ BOCTH. see cereeeeee sseeeesesee-. Dy D. W. Stevens 763 His First Drink; or A Country Boy’s Life in Ne w York...-.++ »...by H. K. Shackleford “764 The Ozar’s Boy Mail-Carrier; or, Young Amer- ica In RUSSIA ....0+rree esses eeeeeee DY C. Little ‘765 Trappers and Trailers;,or, Battles With the Red MON. ..cccecesoresvecseeeee DY * Noname ?? 7166 On the Queen's Service...........by J. G. Bradley 787 Tick Tack, the Messenger Boy; or, Sharp ‘Work fora Million.../.. ...-by Robert Lennox _ 63 Sam Spry, the New York Drummer; or, Busi- ness Before Pleasure—comic.......by Peter Pad 469 A Lost Boy; or Homely Jack’s Luck.......... tthe eeeolationmed Ri lack . AStory of the Revolution. ae The B Rider y By Ralph Morton 7 k Above the Clouds; or, Cast Adrift in By ee OD cee eece ct seteo bY Hah Standlsh “272 The Young Moonlighter; or, An American Boy in Ireland:... ....0.s+s+++e.-0¥ J. T. Brougham 773 Dashing Nel. the Knight of the Knife; or, The “Maniac Father......+.,.s.s---.by Paul Braddon _ 5374 Little Matt, the Pilot;~ or, The Perils of the LaK@licccceetsccesccccsccsccssccvece DY O, Little ; t a ne an 775 The Irish Boy Monte Cristo,......0.....00 wees) by Corp, Morgan Rattler 776 A Cruise Among Pirates; or, The Blue-beards Of thé Seaic ies cecccccesssccveses DY Kit Clyde 777 The Little Joker—comic...........by Sam Smiley 778 The Two Runaways; or, The Hardships of a Circus Life...................+.-by Hal Standish 779 The School-boys’ League; or, Working His Way Against Odds. +... by Robert Lennox 780 Lucky Lal, the Newsboy; or, Climbing the Ladder of Fame.........000+.00+0---- DY O. Little 781 Lost in the Land of Snow; or, two American Boys in the Arctic...............by R. I. Emmet 782 Coal Mine Kit; or, The Mule Boy of Diamond Sens Gaccteseocesess. OY Percy B. St) John 788 The Band of 12; or, The Knights of the Trail... by Paul Braddon 784 Muldoon the Fireman—comic by ‘Tom Teaser 785 Diving for Gold..:....................vy Kit Clyde 7186 The 12 Owls; or, The Secret Band of Chicago by Paul Braddon 787 The Fire King; or, Tne Yankee Boy Explorer by R. T. Emmet 788 The Boy Bank Messenger; or, Brave Bob Brad- shaw’s Secret Foé................-..b9 OC. Little 789 His Last Cent; or, How Joe Dutton Made His Fortune.........-+-+-..-.--Dy H. K, Shackleford 790 Born to be a Sailor; or, Bob Dare’s Life on thesWaterive ces cse sees seeee --by Kit Clyde 791 The Electric Man; or, Frank Reade, Jr., in Australia... ....... seeenceeeeee-. Dy *Noname ?! 792 Satan; or, The Mystery of Ten Years......... by Howard De Vere 793 Those Quiet Twins—comic..........by Peter Pad 794 The Czat's Messenger; or, The Burning of MOSCOW 2.00. ieee eccea. seedy ROT Emmet 795 A Soldier at 16; or, Fighting for the Union ... by C. Little 196 Teddy of the Toll Gate; or, The Man With the Green Shaces ty Corp. Morgan Rattler 797 The. Mayflower Boys; or, Life in a Yankee School.........+.20es.--0..0¥ Percy B. St. John 798 ‘The Young Snow Trailers; or, Big Track, the Giant Moose Hunter...........by Paul Braddon 799 lenny the Clown. <A Story of Circus Life in Ireland. +s-----Dy Corporal Morgan Rattler 80¢ On the Rail; or, Perils in the Life cf a young % Engineers... 20.0 sasceeeeess-Dy Albert J. Booth 801 3,000 MileS on a Bicycle; or, A Race Across the Continent. seseccececsececcvsesee by O, Little 802 Fearless Phil; or, Tie Hero of Rugged Rift..... by Paul Braddon 803 The Shortys’ Christmas Rackets—comic. : by Peter Pad 804 Claim 4; or, The Hunchback of Placer, Pocket by ** Noname?? 805 The Miser’s Son; or, In Search of Hidden Gold. ...--+ee00.0.5 «-.....b0y H. K, Shackleford 806 The Waifs of New York................. 2.0.08 by N.S. Wood (The Young Arserican Actor). 807 Briam the Bears or, The Pranks of & Wiid Trish Boy........-....-+-by Corporal Morgan Rattler 808 The Haunted Bell Tower; or, The Hidden Mys- TELY eck tateheecces cases se DY hercyeb.es tg ohn 809 Two Years on an Island of Ice..by Albert J. Booth 810 A Bootbiack’s Luck......+.. seceveseseby O, Little 811 Around the World ina Balloon; or, Thousands of Miles Through the Air......-.by R. T. Emmet $12 The Fnr Hunters of Winnipeg...by Paul Braddon 813 Six Weeks Under Ground..... by Kit Clyde His Father 1n Search of the Lost Treasure of the Peruvians...... tesvscsssceaeDy ‘* Noname’? 816 Lion Luke, the Boy Animal Tamer............ ’ by Percy B. St. John 817 Carillo, the Corsair; or, The Mysterious Mon- arch of the Mediterranean......by J. G. Bradley 818 Fearless Phil’s Chase........ -...by Paul Braddon $19 The Ghost of the School-Honse,.......by C. Lithe 820 The Young Avenger; or, The Knight of the Silk Masktidwececcctsvesetstcesecesee by ‘‘Noname?? }. ‘The Life of anfklevator Boy by Percy B. St. John 822 Dick the Middy; or, A Boy’s Life on a Man-o’- | Arascicch vests essen ctsscvewe pes nus: Qs Bradley, 823 Footlight Fred the Boy Actor; or, Bound to be A Slarcso ve ecco eseeesvacsseeeDY Ne Ss. W000 824 A Rolling Stone; or, Jack Ready’s Life of Fun EMCOMICh esc cane eneiadevecsestapaeeUY, eter Lad 825 The Secret of the Tattooed Map..by R. T, Emmet $26 Custer’s Little Dead Shot; or, The Boy Scont of the Little Big Horn............by"* Noname ”? 827 A Queer Race. The Story of a Strange People by William Westall 828 Kit Carson’s Boy Trapper........by Paul Braddon 829 Slippery Ben, the Boy Spy ofthe Revolution.. 880 Paddy Miles’ Luck; or, The frish Boy Miner... . by Corp. Morgan Rattler 831 The Bey Fish; or, Little Dick the Diver...... Bet by R. T. Emmet 832 Ben the Bowsman; or, Adventures in the Mon- ~ tezuma Swamp..........s0+.56- «1...by 0. Little 833 The Mastodon’s Cave; or, Two Wide Awake $21 Up and Down; or, Boys in the Far Weat......by Percy B. St. ohn | 834 The Boy Stage Driver; or, The Hero of Rocky POS8., yee ee ccenccsseveseseese DY Paul Bracdon 83h From Newsboy Up; or, A New York Boy in Business,.. ct 5 by N.S. Wo American Actor) 836 Alonein the Wild West; or, A New York Boy’s Search for Buffalo {sill..........by R. T. Emmet 837 The Secret of the Sealed Gold Mines. byt Noname * 838 Little Blondin, the 'Tight-Rope Walker. .by C. Little 839 From New York to San Francisco in a Catama- OTAN Tash: clouuncaen tances cee by John Sherman 840 A Young Jay Gonld or, A: Boy Amorg the Money Kings.............. by H. K. Shackleford FIVE CENT WIDE AWAKE LIBRARY-—Contiuned. — | 841 Only an Errard Boy; or, Getting Up in the World..... eceene rar +e. bY KR. 'T. Emmet 842 Jack Ready’s School Scrapes—comic.by Peter Pad 843 The Ice-Boat Boys; or, Cruising on Frozen 7 Waters in the Northwest... ......by C. Little $44 Little Blind Joe; or, The Sharks of New York. hy N.S. Wood (The Young American Actor} 845 Young Ironclad, the Boy Gunner.by Jolin Sherman 846 The Boy Gold Hunters; or, Young New York in California veocdsqseeee DY Ro T. Emmet 847 The Scortysin the Wild West—contic.by Peter Pad 848 Billy the Bugler. A Story of Governor's Island and New York......0+...-sseeee--s bY C, Little 849 Frank Reade, Jr.’s. Chase Through the Clouds. by ~Noname”’ 850 A Lucky Boy; or, The Mystery of an Iron QOhiestvmenwense vee teassse seg ee By i. ‘I. Emmet 851 My Friend Smith...........by Talbo. Baines Reed 852 The Boy Crusoes; or, The Young Castaways Of the Pacitic..... ..-..by St. George Rathborne $53 a: the Tumbler; or, The Wonder of the ng , 854 Ned, the Bound Boy; or, Through 100 Miles of DOB. ccc ce rccenrsnrensnccanesonsreces 855 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Electric Team..... x by “Noname 856 The Shortys’ Christmas Snaps—comic........ by Peter Pad 857 Two Waifs: cr. Afloat in New York... base by N. S. Wood (The Young Ame Actor) 858 Fearless Phil in Disguise; or, The Tiger’s Last Plots... seeceseece oeee--DY Paul Braddon 859 A Southern Boy in New York: or, Bound to Make His Money..........by H. K. Shackleford 860 Steamboar Billy; or, The State-Room Secret. . 861 The Boy Lion Tamers; or, Adventures in Africa 862 Out With Kit Carson, A Story of the Early Days of Kansas.................by R. T, Emmet 868 The Boy Samson; or, Taking Care of Himself. by C. Little 864 The Boy From New York; or, A Fight for Five Pi Millions......... by Percy B. St. John 865 Smart & Co. the Boy Peddiers—comiic........ by Peter Pad 866 A Chicago Boy; or, Up From the Lowest..... By John Sherman 867 An Old Boy;or, Maloney After Education— COMIC. ....c0cceceneseeceeencess+-Vy TOM Teaser 868 The Boy Telegraph Operator; or,The Mystery of a Midnight Message....by Col. Ralph Fenton 869 Dick Boldhero; or, The Strange Ad¥entnres of a Young Yankee Sailor.......Written by Himself 870 Garry the Greenhorn; or, From Stowaway to Senator........-...by Corporal Morgan Rattler 871 From Errand Boy to Lawyer; or, Bound to be @v the Tops... .... cece seeeee eee DY Ro TAKmMmet 872 Bob Allen’s Ranch; or, A Cattle King at 17... by C. Little w York 873 Behind the Scenes; or, Out with a Ne Combination—comic..............by Peter Pad 874 A Boy Among the White or, A Victim of the Lash........ aeeceersees-DY Paul Braddon 875 General Washington's Boy; or, The Youngest Soldier in the Revolution.....by Ralph Morton 876 Pawnee Bill and the Oklahoma Boomers.,... by Geo. W. Goode 877 Frank Reade, Jr,’s Search for a Sunken Ship; or, Working for the Government.by ‘* Noname?? 878 Young Captain Tom Drake; or, In Searcliof 880 The Young Railroad King; or, From Brake- Anywhere for Fun 881 Joe Junk, the Whaler; or, 5 «sees by Péter Pad COMIC ftiverecesclesace 882 Lost on the Atlantic... by Howard De Vere 883 Monitor Matt; or, The Gi: ofthe Waves, A Story of the Great Rebellion...by Ralph Morton 884 The Boy Rovers; or, The Adventures of Two {| Plucky Boys............ seccecceseees DY Co Little 885 His Own Boss; or, The Boy Oaptain of Cat- head Lake..................by Percy B. St. Johm 886 Braving the Flood; or, The Plucky Fight of Two Jolinstown Boys.....- onions by R. T. Emmet 887 Muldoon the solid Man—comic....by Tom ‘Teaser’ 888 The Boy Star; or, From the Footlights to For- LUNE Lie cceleess use censcerscessDVENe Su OO0 889 The Young Commander; or, A New York Boy sesee seeeceees-DY Corporal Morgan Rattler © by C. Little man to President.........by Col. Ralpii Fenton ~ ye ek OO bet yee te I ee 8 Rp epee ee eR ete ge t RP een in the Southern War...........by Ralph Morton 890 Two in a Box; or, The Long and Short ot © At—COMiC... 0c ceeesescepeseceeeseDY TOM Teaser’ 891 The Soldier's Son; or, The Secret of the House of Fight Pines. AStory of New York.. .. ea by ©. Little 892 Satin Sam the Young Western Sport.......... , by Paul Braddop 898 The Funny Four--comic..............by Peter Pad $94 The White Queen of the Aztecs; or, Two Yan-: ~ kee Boys in Mexico.............by R. 1. Emmet 895 The Deacon’s Son; or, The Imp of the Village COMIC. 0.00 eee sccoeeeceeeeses +s DY TOM Teaser’ 896 The Boy Slave of the Galley; cr, The Mystery of the Treasure Ship.......by Percy B. St. John. - 897 A Bad Egg; or, Hard to Crack—comic........ le i : by Tom Teaser 898 Two Years With a Pirate; or, The Phantom — Ship of the Gold Coast,.... 899 Muldoon’s Boarding. House- 900 The Boy Diamond King; or, The ‘oun «by J. G. Bradley | mic.by. Tam Teaser Monte Ohristo of New York.........by ©. Little — 901 Ikey; or, He Never Got Left-comic. by TomTeaser 902 The Armorer’s Son; or, The Mystery of the Tower of London...............by Allyn Draper - 903 Jimmy Grimes; or, Sharp Smart & Sassy— Hiqeed COMICS pa Pe enue cerca mete DY, 904 Dick Getaway; or, Fighting for a Fortune... Jay ie Tom Teaser ~— by Corporai Merman Rattler”
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Latest Issues of THE 5 CENT WIDE AWAKE LIBRARY, 905 Tom Quick, the Avenger of the Delaware..... by Ret. Mmmet 906 Sam Switch the Boy Engineer; or, Begining at the Bottom....... ......+.-.. Dy Aibert J, Booth 907 Daring Dave the Diver; or, The Prince ‘of SWIMMETS....eceeseeer dive elses OV COs Llttle 908 Sam; or, The Troublesome Foundling—comic. by Peter Pad 909 Yelyet Van;*or, Deadly Grip and His Demon Band.. ..- by Paul Braddon 910 A Smart New York Boy; or, ¥rom Love nee 7 Wealth stsasccctees Uivestcssasby John erman 911 Foretop To or, IN Yankee Sailor Boy Among the Malay. Pirates...... by J. G. Bradley 912 Bulger Boom, the Inventor— comic..by Peter Pad 913 Out in the Streets. A Story of High and Low } Life in New York Die atbin dos by N. S. Wood (The Young “American Actor) 914 The Syanip Demon; or, Lost For Two Years by R. IT. 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Showman; or, A Circus Manager at Bare Sts leendi sic scosceccaay s.by John Sheriaan 950 Tip’ Top Teddy. the Young Foretopman; or, Four Years Before the Mast.....by J. G. ‘Bradiey 951 Mrs.. Brown’ 8 REAL SEO ers aah aetnlad by Peter Pad 952 The #oy Sheriff, or, The Régtifators of Peco Val Ney eR es Oke olen bay R. T. Emmet 933 The Buried Golt Ship; or, The Sailor Boy‘s RAVGNOSG ists ucee sats eilasceieasiesos ser OY Cs Little 954 Our Future President; or, The Oak That Came From the Acora—comic. deseseees Dy Peter Pad 955 General Crook’s Boy Gnide; or, The Great Indian Fighter’s Black Hills Trail,......... by Paul Braddon 956 Three Yankee Boys in Africa; or, The Giants of the Congo...............by Percy B.. St. John 957 The Boy Surveyor; or, Running Out a Rail- road in the Indian Country...by John Sherman 958 Rob Rounds, the Young Fireman. ....by C, Little |” 959 Muldoon's Base Ball Club—comic .hy Tom Teaser 960. Falr-Weather Frank, the Dashing Sailor Boy.. by J. G. Bradley ann 961 Hagle Dan the Boy Hermit of the Rockies. .... by Paul Braddon 962. Captain Lewis, the Pirate. .ccescscseses by ©. Little’ ; 963 Mat Buphie Base Ball cla in Boston—comic.. by ‘Yom Teaser {1000 The Pirates of the Black Cave; or, The Mys- 964 Harry Horton; or, From a Ww aif to a Million- AITO... sce. cess ee eeee-. DY Captain Will Dayton 965 The Prairie Post Boy; or, The scalp Hunters of Apache Land...............by Paul Braddon 966 Chums to the Death; or, The Adventures of a Boy Marine ....2..,..........by Roger Starbuck 967 Muldoon Abroad—comic....... ...by Tom Teaser 968 An Engineer at 18; or, The Boy Driver of the Lightning Express. saseeee.ceseeDY R. T. Emmet 969 Hardpan Harry, thle Hunted Boy; or, A Young New Yorker Ainong Western Outlaws...... by C. Little 97¢ The Property Boy; or, Before the Foouights and Behind the Scenes........... by N. 8. Wood 971 Muidoon’s Base Ball Club in Philadelphia— COMIC gesaeaate by Tom Teaser 972 The Mystery of the Fire. Ship; or, A Brave Boy Saiting Master.............,.by Roger Starbuck 973 The Boy Bicycle Seouts; or, On the Wheel Among the Redskins..........by Paul Braddon 974 Rob Rider, the Circus Equestrian; or, ‘Two Years Under the Canvas..... »by Geo, W. Goode 975 The Shortys’ Minstrels; or, Working the Same Old Rackets—comic,...............by Peter Pad 976 The Tunnel Under the Sea; or, The Adventures of Two Drowned Boys. ........by R. T, Emmet 977 Pawnee Kill Doomed; or, The Great Scout in No Man’s Land...... seeeeee-sby Paul Braddon 978 The Butfalo Hunters; or, Wild Life on the Piains.... preted yety by Robert Maynard 979 Little Tommy Bounce; or, Something Like His Dad—comic aceveesesse Dy Peter Pad 980 The Treasure Trove; or, The Lucesneers of the GUliiiedecc deca chess tices by J. G. Bradley 981 Alone on a Wreck; or, The stystery of a Sent- tled Ship . ++....by R. T. Emmet 982 Dan Darling's Cru CH Three Boys’ Lucky Vacations... ..ces . by H. K. Shacklefora 983 Muldoon's Picnic—co sereeees-- Dy Tom Teaser 984 Luke Lines, the Boy Stage Driver: or, The Four-in-Hand of Keno Camp...by Paul Braddork 985 Jockey Jim. the Daring Boy Rider; or, Win- ning His Fortune inthe Saddle. . by Robert Maynard 986 The Lost Boy Captain; or, The Secret of the Hidden Whiripool,.......+-by, Roger Starbuck 987 Honest Jack Jarrett; or, How He Made His Money...... ..by H. RK. Shackleford 988 Rob Rivers, “the: Raft Boy; ‘Or, hog Driving on the Missouri River....-...+. ...by R. T. Emmet 989 Muldoon the Cop, Part 1.—comic,.by Tom Teaser 990 Muldoon the Cop, Part 11.—comic.. by Tom Teaser 99 The Boy Moreckens or, ‘The Young Pilot of the Breakers.......++-sse0s-+--.DY Roger Starbuck 992 Born to be Rich; or, A Boy’s Naventures in Wall Street.. sseee...by H, K. Shackleford 993 Frank Reade, qr. ‘and Bis Queen Clipper o} the Clouds—Part I:....ss.00:. -. by * Noname’’ 994 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Queen Clipper of the Clouds—Part. [T.............by ** Noname ”’ 995 The Boy Lawyer; or, Fighting For a Stolen PMUUOM eb aie ae pasando aceon DY ele MInMey 996 Little Tommy Boniuce on His eaves conitek by Peter Pad 997 The Little Black Rover; or, The Mysterious Privateer of New York Bay.. - by Corporal Morgan Rattler 998 Pawnee Bili’s Oath; or, The Ghlahoma Scout's Lost Gold Cache: aig oes pasieh by Pau) Braddon 999 Jimmy Grimes, Jr. ormont of the’ Village—comic. ‘eeease-s by Tom Teaser tery of the Hidden Lake.... sby Roger Starbuck 1001 Throngh Thick and Thin; or, Our: Boys ADIOAd.0 75.0.6 o.oo fetuses by. Barton Bertren 1002 Jack and Jim; or, RacketS-and Scrapes at School—comics......... ++s--+---D¥ Tom Teaser 1003. Littie Quick Shot; or, Buflalo ‘Pill's: Wild ~ Westin Enrope....-«. «..-.....by Paul Braddon 1004 The Mysterious Light-Ship; or, The Smug- glers of the Death Coast.....by Roger Starbuck 1005 Muldoon’s Grocery Store—comic. Fart I.. f by Tom Teaser 1006 Muldoon’s Grocery Store—comic, Part IT.. by Tom Teaser 1007 Frank Reade, Ir., and His Monitor of the Air; or, Helping a Friend 1n Need.by ‘‘ Noname” 1008 Gerald "O’Grady’s Grit; or, The Branded © Irish Lad....,.. Oey Corporal Morgan Rattler 1009 Denver Dan, Jr.. the Silver King; or, The Richest Lode in Nevada........ sby ** Noname ”? 1010 Six Weeks in the Saddle; or, The Adventures of a Boys’ Riding School...... ..by R. T. Emmet 1011 The’ Traveling Dude; or, The Comical Adven- tures of Clarence Fim Roy Jones—comic... by Tom Teaser 1012 Black Brow, the Pirate; or, The Cruiser: of _ the Dark River............ . by Roger Starbuck 1018 The Yankee Yacht Club; or, Around ihe ») World by Water....ssseceeeeced y Geo. G. Small 1014 Frank Reade, Jr., Exploring a River of Mys- tery. A Strange Story of Africa. by ‘‘Noname” 1015 Mnidoon’s Trip Around the World—comic. Part TicsvsinedsbesccucteedbsssiccicOy- LOM) 1 easer a€016 Muldoon’s Trip Around the World—comic. AYE LEM ics ccsesedesscecaey Banaue Teaser 1017 Fla\ Boat Fred: or, The Young Swamp Hun- ter of Louisiana. ..........by H. K. Shackleford 1918 Among the Sun Worshipers; or, Two New York Boys iu Peru..........,by Berton Bertrew For A by all newsdealers in the United States and Ganada, or sent to your, address, post-paid, on receipt of price, “Address _ FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 34 & 36 North Moore Street, New York. 1019 Jack Magie¢, the Boy Wonder; ot, The ea te) est on the Stage..,..... y GC. Litt 1020 Frank Reade, Jr., and ‘His Electric. re Yacbt: or, The Great Inventor Among the Aztecs hy “ Noname.? 1021 Two Boy Wanderers; or, The Chums of the «Lost Island....... ...eey005. Dy Roger Starbuc 1022 The Wonder of Wall Street; or, if Boy Ameng | the Bulls and Bears..... . by H. K. Shackleford 1023 The Unknown. +... 0s Paul Braddor 1024 The Comical Adventures of Two Dudes— COMIC tne.k tsaneceveers es DY LOM) Tease) | 1025 Cast Adrift; cr, One. Year On A Raltessessecee by J. G, Bradley ~ 1026 The Rival Boat Clubs; or, The Boss School at Beachwood............... by Howard De Vere 1027 The Demon Captain; or, The Doomed Boys | ef the Gun-Ship............by Roger Starbuck 1028 Held by Sitting Bull; or, Tne Siege of a Da- sf kota School- House. seeaeesse DY Paul Braddon ~ 1029 Bob Bright; or, A Boy of Business and Fon) .| —eomic, Partl.. by Tom Teaser ~ 1030 Bob Bright; or, A Boy of Business and Fun ‘ comic. Part II.....64 seesees. DY TOM Teaser 1031 Pawnee Bill’s Shadow; or, May Lillie, the Git] Dead Siot.....seseeceees by Paul 'Braddo 1032 Tom OPP or, Fighting Against Fiends..... b> by Allyn Draper 1033 The Poisoned Ship; or, Adrift on a Sea of Death... 6. cc. sees eee ees DY Roger Starbuck 1034 Dick Dart; or, The Fiend of the Revenue Ont- | LOL onenie ca'ane tne value sa teae aes by Berton Bertre 1035 The Boy Slave of New York; or, Sold to a ; Hunted’ Manis. lecccccccsls gcse by ©. Little” Around the World ina Sail Boat.. by Harry. Kennedy EY Fred Fresh; or, As Green as Grass—comic... by Tom Teaser Ole Buckskin, the Man With the Trained. Dogs; or, The: Indian Scont’s City Man Hunt......... eke by Paul Braddo “Sport,’”’ the New York Bootblack. . by} Philadelphia Phil; or, From a, Bootblack to &) Merchantes:sevscsysaegunel hedeed te by C. Little: A Ship on Wheels; or, The Wonder of Hur- i ricane Coast..........+.:...by Roger Starbucls ~ Truthful Jack; or, On Board the Nancy Jane. A Story Full of Lies—comic:...by Tom Tease The Gold Arrow; or, The Demon of the Cas- cade, A Thrilling Story ef the Wild North. | WES. csc cree ewes cass tlaeese ss Dy Paul Braddon’, The Boy Lion or, The Secret of the © Diamond Caves. -by R. T. Emmet) — 1036 1037 / 1038 1039 1040 1041 1042 1043 1044 1045 ‘*7” of Dismal A Bioby of the be Great SowW.....-.0...s.0005..by Gus Williams) ) 1046 The Castaways of Iceland; or, The Fiend of the Lava Caves:....... Billy Moss; or, From One Thing to Ancther ~ .s-.sby Roger Starbrick e 1047 “if COMIC. . 6. 0c selec davlesascoseeee DY VOMiTeaseriy 1048 An Engineer at Seventeen; or, From the Bottom to the Top, «...+.+.++ seen s DY O, Little 1049 Chicago Carl; or, The Factory Boy’s For- TNE. sey cs esek devees wa cere vewen DY Ro T. Emmety 1050 Cast Away With Cannibals; or, The White Boy King of the Man- Eaters. A Thrilling Story of the South Pacific.....by J. G. Bradley) Frank Reade, Jr, in the Sea of Sand, and ‘ His Discovery ofa Lost People. by Noname 77)" 1052 Pawnee Bill’s Double; or, The Great Scout's Best Trail... Crete by Paul Braddon)” 1058 Pacer Dane, the § enate Detectives or, Behind be the Scenes in W ashington... ees C. Little)” 1054 The Skeleton Island; or, A Cruise in an Un- x derground River...........by Roger Starbuck | The Pistol Princ’; or, The Treasure of the % Cache. Pith aatdan veeeeeee-DY Panl Braddon! Locomotive Fred; or, Life on a Railroad... by Howard De Vere 1057 Dandy Dan of Deadwood...... needy: Noname.’” 1058 Twenty Years on'An Island; or, The Story of a Young Castaway.....-. by Kit Clyde 1059 The-Deacon’s Koy, or, The Vorst in Town— : COMIC... sees cree rene ....--by Peter Pad © 1060 The Phantom Light-Honse: or, The Mystery of the Storm: Ooast.........by Roger Starbuck © 1061 Dandy Dan of Deadwood, and the\ Fresh From Frisc0...............+.0+e-by *‘Nopame’? | 1062 The Rival Rangers; or, The Sons of Freedom by J, G. Be ; 1063 Fackbone Rob, thé Buy of Pluck; or, Makin , His Own Way Through the World... .by C. Little 1064 The Specter of the Pueblo; or, The’ Phantom - Hand ssecscccecesseee seeereee bY Paul Braddon | 1065 Dandy Dan of Deadwood in Dange>......... : by ‘“Noname’?? 1066 Pawnee Bill’s Gold Hunt; or, The Lost Treas. Ure TAIN, 26. ceceseeeseesesee DY PAU! Braddon | 1067 Icebound; or, Among the Fl0eS...--»-++.....) by Berton Bertrew 1068 Stowaway Sam; or, A Cruise to the Sea of : DOOM vies Jeeceeseeusess- DY Roger Starbuck 1069 Johuny Brown & Co, at School; or, The Dea- is con’s Boy at His Old Tricks—comic,. aslavelnta by Peter Pad 1070 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Greyhound. ofthe | Air; oc, The Search for the Mountain of -f GOM tee eeseareees seeeveesess DY is Nene ; 1051 1055 1056