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Ne THE FIVE CE Nn tered according 0 Act of Congress, tn the year 1483, by FRANK TOUSEY, in the office of tne Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D, Entered at the Post Ofice at New York, N. ¥.,'\ae Second Class Matter. IC oH FRANK TOUSEY, PopiisHen, 34 & 36 NortH Moore Street, N. Y. (§_ PRICE } COMPLETE; § New Yore, November 14, 1883. : J —IssuED EVERY WEDNESDAY. (5 CENTS. f Le | I la : RX Tonnehyreros fh

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> ‘s 2 THE MANIAC RIDER. The subscription price for THE WIRE Awake Lrprary for the year 1883 will be $2.50 per year; $1.25 av FRANK 'TUOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 34 and 36 North Moore Street; New York. s ane post paid. Address: THE MANIAC RIDER THE MYSTERY OF: HAWKESWOOD GRANGE, By HORACE APPLETON. Author of ‘* The AEE Pirate,” «<The Man of Gold,” ‘'The Coral Cave,” « «< From Pole to Pole,” ete., ete., ete. CHAPTER I. THE MURDER. “¢ ARE you sure of it, Berkeley?” “Never was more certain.” **You have probed the case deeply?” *¢T have.’ that Leslie Huntley i is the murderer of Baron Hawkeswood?” ‘ Bxactly.” = ; _‘** And Huntley—who is he?” _ ‘No other than the lover of Hdith Hawkeswood, the |" baron’s daughter.” ‘ “ What could havé been ite motive in the crime?” “Simple enough. The baron opposed the marriage.” -*‘ And to gain his point and the Hawkeswood estate, Leslie Huntley murdered the master of Hawkeswood Grange?” 4 ‘‘Precisely, sir.. That is the correct diognosis of this case,” and the little detective rubbed: his hands briskly to- gether. _ This conversation occurred ina small square wainscoted apartment i in a large building, in the center of the great city of London. _ It was nothing more or less than the office of a private detective agency. ae The speakers were Bob Berkeley, detective, and the ‘ chief of detectives. Their conversation as I have detailed it, may be compre- hensive enough to the reader, as concerning a murder case. - Murder had been done: And foul murder also, No prettier estate was there in Suffolk, than Hawkeswood Grange. ~ Fe The grange had fe the Property of a dozen Hawkes- woods. The old baron, who could trace his lineage back to the Crortwellian times, was very proud of his long line of an- cent: “* And as a result, you have arrived at the conclusion His daughter, Edith, was the pride | of nig heart, and & very beautiful girl. _ Besides her, there dwelt at the grange, a ae by name Ward Westmore. In some manner Westmore, whom Edith never liked, had. ingratiated himself into the good graces of the old paren Indeed, the baron had much favored a marriage of his daughter with Westmore. But Edith rebelled. Pes ae ' She detested the nephew. ’ Ane og Her affections had become centered in another direction. The estate of Huntley, adjoining the Hawkeswood land, was much impoverished. ‘There had always been a bitter feud between the former: masters of Huntley and Hawkeswood. Si Huntley, after ten years rule by a dissipated heir, was left in an impoverished condition, to Leslie Huntley. Leslie was a noble-minded and generous-hearted youth. He was much beloyed by the country folks, to whom he was always kind. In childhood days, Leslie and Edith had been fast friends. And as they g grew older, this frieridship ripened into a deeper fecling. And finally Leslie went away to India. And before they went, love-vows were pledged. When he returned from the Crimea, a hero and covered with laurels won in battle, he applied at once for the hand of his true love. - But now came the inevitable rough side of the true lover’s course. His application for the hand of the heiress of Hawkes- wood was met with stern displeasure by the old Baron. “My daughter shall never wed with a Huntley,” he had said. Leslie went away from this meeting ‘with the irate master of Hawkeswood in a whirl of despair. Shortly after this, not many weeks later, the entire coun- s

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THE MANIAC- RIDER. try was thrown into the deepest horror by the news of a horrible tragedy. The master of Hawkeswood had been murdered in cold blood. More than this, the old baron had died seemingly an un- | natural father. His will, upon being eet was found to revert the entire estate of Hawkeswood to the dark nephew, Ward _ Westmore. And now, at the stage which opens our story, Bob Berke- ley, London’s shrewdest detective, had arrived at the start- ling conclusion that the baron’s murderer was Leslie - Huntley. bcourse is all commendable.” CHAPTER II. IN WHICH BERKELEY GETS SNUBBED. ‘‘T HOPE you may unearth this case, Berkeley.” “So do I. The,remuneration is ample.” ‘Not only that, but it will entail a great deal of credit to you.” “True, and rest RGaYO: chief, I wil? unearth it.” aL Wish you luck.” “ Thanks, now—your advice.” “‘T cannot advise you'to do different. Your present ““Very well. I will report in another week.” “ As you please.” ‘*Good-bye.” The door of the chief's office opened, and Bob Berkeley bowed himself out. ' (5 A moment later and-he was upon the street. _ As he reached the curbstone a low @huckle burst from his hips. ‘‘Ah, astraight course, and clear aula Bob Berkeley, you fave ‘made your rant If I do not feather my nest out of this little racket, then I am mistaken, that’s all.” With these mysterious words the keen detective crossed the street. 5 The street was narrow. It was also filled with teams. It had been raining and the payements were slippery. Just in front of the detective a young girl, modestly dressed, slender, fair, and frail, was endeayoring to keep her equilibrium. In this she was unsuccessful. ' And placing her tiny foot upon a slippery paving: -block, she fell prostrate. In a moment thesletective sprang forward. But ere he reached-her a strong arm thrust him aside, and a tall, well-formed young man inter ‘cepted him in: his act of ‘gallantr 'y. Berkeley. had had an end in view in springing to the young girl’s assistance. | M She was pretty, and it vexed him not a little to be super- - seded in his purpose. b His face flushed hotly, and springing forward he brought his hand down forcibly. upon the other's shoulder, Like a flash the young man wheeled. eu brought him face to face with ihe anforiated detect- ps : “apnat do you mean, sir?” % git Handsome, clear-cut, and patrician in their cast were the other’s features. By this time the young lady had been assisted in safety to her feet. And instinctively Berkeley all at once arrived at the sage conclusion that he had made a serious mistake. ‘‘{—I—what do you mean?” he stammered, ‘‘Is this the way you treat a man of my cloth? Do you know who I am?” ‘““Why, my dear man, are you out of your mind?: have I done to you?” quietly said the young man. “What have you done?” said the detective, getting red in, the face and much confused. ‘‘ Why, sir—what right, sir—had you to go in front of me?” ‘‘T beg your pardon,” said the young man, very quietly, and with just a gleam of mischief in his steel blue eyes. ‘But was the young lady under your protection?” ~ “*N-no; not exactly, but——” ‘Very well, she is under mine, now. thing more to say?” The young man’s gaze had assumed a very comprehensive aspect to the detective, and as he measured the supple, well-knit form before him, 40 beat a retreat, figuratively speaking. The young man had wheeled, and with the girl upon his arm had approached a carriage near the curbing. ~- It was an elegant equipage. And as the detective glanced at the coat-of-arms he gave a start. It was the family crest of Hawkeswood. “ By Jupiter,” he ejaculated. He stood in a stupor and watched the carriage out of sight. Then he gave vent to a low whistle. hi ‘“That is Edith Hawkeswood,” he ejaculated. and good, but who is the swell with her, I wonder?” Berkeley, though a keen bleuttrhound, was unpolished i in manners, and beyond the technicalities ‘of his calling and a certain indefatigability of purpose, a nonentity. As a detective he was a success, As a man of the world, or a gentleman, he was a failure. His ideas were too ‘‘compressed,” too exceedingly narrow. “‘ By the piper of Moses,” he muttered, as he strode away. ‘Can that be the nephew? No, I have it—that is the murderer, Leslie Huntley. Ab, ha, mighty high and lofty chap, ain’t he? Well, it’s to my humble belief that he won't be so vastly elevated before many days.” What Have you any- “Well , CHAPTER III. ' | ‘THE ARREST. AND now, gentle reader, we will take you to Hawkes- wood Grange. Into its long, richly furnished drawing rooms. _ Replete with all the splendor of the orient. hangings, rugs, little alcoves filled with statuary, grt. upon either side, By the long front vandows of-plate glass, stood a fair female figure. Clad in a bose yet mroceineta delicate and -eracefal Turkish works Of

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4 THE MANIAC RIDER. mourning dress of a faint, bluish tint, stood Edith Hawkes- wood. It had been two months since the Baron’s terrible death. Only yesterday it was that the cruel will had been read. The cruel mandate which made of a beautiful, talented, and accomplished young girl fit for an Earl’s wife, a home- less outcast, a wanderer upon the face of the earth. But not without friends. Even the rudest of the country people about had received some kindness at Edith’s hands, and remembered her with deepest love. She could go down and live among them. ‘Perhaps, after all, it would be a happier life,” she mur- mured, ‘(What happier than to fly with me. bride?” She recoiled as though shot and confronted the speaker. With laughing face and outstretched hand he stood be- fore her. ‘‘T humbly entreat your pardon for this sftrastoa was the apology. eS “Teslie!” ‘¢ My love !” - “ How you frightened me.” She saw now that he had gained admittance by means of the open conservatory door. He was booted and spurred, and had just ridden over from Huntley. ; “You will forgive?” ‘Upon conditions.” ‘‘ Name them.” “That you will not repeat such a thing.” ‘J dare not promise.” ‘You mischievous boy,” said Hdith, with a shy attempt to prevent his drawing herto a warm embrace. ‘You are always up to some boyish pranks. When will you ever settle down?” ‘‘T have become settled bota in mind and purpose,” said Leslie Huntley, gravely. Edith Hawkeswood looked up in shy surprise. te How ey “Virst, you have promised to become my wife, and in that I am happy; secondly, I shall retrieve my fortunes, and ake will yeu, see Huntley Hall upon its former good foot- “ing.” 3 “ But i tvieas woods Is basely usurped by a liar, a thief, and a scoundrel. The will is a forgery and the maker a villain, and I swear——” ‘* Hold, ivan The young man’s impassioned utterances were arrested by this ejaculation. It came from the lips of atalldark man, who had entered the room unperceived. Both lovers started back, ‘Ward Westmore.” « :. ‘The dark nephew it was. And now the owner of Hawkeswood. Whether by fair.means or foul, no man as yet knew. — To become my “Teslid Huntley, you are in my house. I have just heard. gal out defamation of my name.” ‘Well, what of it?” Leslie was cool and uncoucerned. ‘‘Retract them, or by heaven IJ will thrust them "down your throat.” ; “¢ Proceed with ae IER doe once.’ “Do you dare me.’ -No, I defy you, I scorn you.” With a savage oath Westmore sprang forward. Edith screamed. e In an another moment the two angry men had come together, A sharp decisive struggle, and Westmore was hurled to the floor, Springing to his feet he would have rushed with greater fury upon his foe, had not a startling thing at that moment occurred, ee The door was burst open. And into the room sprang the detective, Bob Berkeley, _ At his back was a force of constablary. ‘Hold, Leslie Huntley, I arrest you in the Gusenid name for the murder of Baron Hawkeswood.” Leslie Huntley reeled back with ghostly. white face, The announcement so startling overcame Edith; who sank to the floor in a death-like swoon. F ek ? CHAPTER IY. IN EXILE. saan dat -FIvE years Tater. Just five years previous to the day upon which this chap- f ter opens, there had sailed from Liverpool, England, the convict ship Huph*ates bound for Tasmania with a freight of one hundred and fifty exiles. Doomed to a, terrible fate. And to one a fate worse than death, Among the chain gang was one whose noble physique, and clear, open visage the reader is familiar with, Sitting disconsolate, a prey to fearful despair, among the rough criminals, with head bowed, Leslie Huntley’s mind ~ went back in one swift review of the past. f And in that brief retrospect, he saw wherein he had made a fatal mistake. But too late. Cunning schemer had Ward Westmore proved. — It was proven that Leslie’s knife was found in the murder chamber. His name had been carved upon the handle. ° Moreover, in his own mansion bloody garments and other terrible circumstantial bits of evidendé were found, which all combined against him at the day of the trial. The defense was weak. The evidence was strong. The verdict had been rendered ‘guilty,” and the un- fortunate man recéived his life sentence to Tasmania. - All through the trial Edith Hawkeswood had occupied a seat in the witness-box. v Not once had her gaze left the noble, but anguished oud y- despairing countenance of her lover. And when the terrible verdict was a rendered she almost. swooned. (2 ‘But she made Leslie a parting visit in his cell, And that farewell neither ever, forgot.

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ve THE MANIAC RIDER. With his love pressed close in his strong arms, Leslie Hautley forgot for a moment his terrible sorrow. ‘¢ Heaven cannot be so cruel as to forever part us,” he said. ‘We will—we must yet be re-united, my own love.” ‘Tet us leave all to that higher power,” said the devoted young girl. ‘Let us place our faith in Him. He, whom the Scripture has taught us, ‘notes even the fall of a spar- row.’ We will notbe separated. I will go to you in your exile—to Tasmania.” “Oh, if you could. Nw it were on that desert isle, I should live happy with you.” And thus the lovers had parted. The Huphrates without accident reached Tasmania, Under the walls of a fortress, whose prison-like exterior frowned downupon the little bay of Tasmania, the convicts disembarked. Leslie did not learn his fate until late that day. The others had been mostly dispersed. ‘Some to posifions in the fortress, others into the interior ~ of the island. And against his hopes it proved Leslie’s fortune to go into the interior. t A brutish-visaged military commander announced his fate to our hero, and he was marched off with his com- " panions. : Five in number they were. Naturally, after the first emotions of despair had left him, Leslie surveyed them one by one as those with whom his lot was cast. And among them there was only one whom the young scion of aristocracy felt he could make an associate and confi- dant of. ‘ That was a not unpleasant-faced man of thirty-five, with smooth face and kindly eyes of blue. With him our hero struck up a pleasant acquaintance, which relieved the terrible oppression of the journey. His name, he learned, was Harland Hope. He was convicted of the crime of forgery, of which he declared himself innocent, and would serve only a five years’ sentence. Then he might go back to England again a free man. ‘¢ But for five years I can be your friend,” he had said to - Leslie, ‘‘and I will be a friend to you. Perhaps, when I go back, you can go too—don’t you see?” Well meant-words of comfort, but, in his terrible depress- ed state of mind, Leslie could hardly accept them. ‘Ah, no,” he said. ‘‘I am doomed to a life exile. There isno- way for me to escape. No way but to remain here— and—die here.” . And now the five years had elapsed. Harland Hope’ s time was up. Even now, upon this day, the ship was weighing anchor upon which he was to leave. And a keen pang of sorrow filled our hero’s breast at the loss of his only congenial friend and companion. CHAPTER Y. ENTRAPPED. - Bur what of Edith Hawkeswood? After the touching farewell of her lover, the poor girl had struck out shite the streets of London. Yi } rie hie Mal 8 RRR aT ay eH RA ER Re UN SS ES COUT g RNS aE PALE ENE Re STAT SSRI A Oa SER SIO NEA ay SSMS EAA RRS BF PAN or IVE A eR ros SN NID Sees Es She was alone; unattended, in a great city. Her home—her rightful own—had been usurped by a base schemer. She could not go back there. Better death than that. But fortune did not desert her. By chance she struck upon a friend. In the streets of the great city she met with an elderly lady, a former nurse and domestic in the Hawkeswood family, by name Mrs. Larrahee. To her she recited her sorrowful tale. Mrs. Larrabee was an honest, kind-hearted woman and was at once enlisted in her former mistress’ behalf. ‘‘ May God bless ye, dear,” she had said, ‘‘ mit will be a friend to ye. I will see ye through. Come to: my home in the West End.” To Mrs. Larrabee’s humble abode Edith went. By dint of perseverance she at length obtained employ- ment. The first year dr ifted slowly by. And then, one day, just as she was becoming contented in her humble way of living with the good Mrs. Larrabee, the first cloud arose oyer her career since the parting with her lover. One day in London she narrowly escaped being run down by a coach team. In the carriage sat a dark-visaged man, with evil black eyes. His gaze caught the young girl’s form. And he gave a start. : He leaned forward out of the carriage a moment, and then clutched the arm ofa man by his side, Anthony Freare, his valet. ‘ Anthony, do you see her? Who is she?” ‘*T know not, master,” was the reply. “But, I do; she is Edith Hawkeswood. TI have spent a year in finding her, and haye failed, only now to be re- warded by a mere chance. Get out, Anthony, follow her, lose not her track.” A week after this incident, Edith received a note, which had she been less flurried in mind, she might, have regard- ed more suspiciously. It was worded thus: Roe x ‘(Hpird HAWKESWOOD.—One whom you love, and whom you have not seen in many years, desires a meeting with you. Be at St. James Square, by the statue, at half past nine, and he will meet you. Burn this note. ( EXILE.” With fluttering heart Edith perused this epistle. “Oan it be he?” she murmured. ‘‘Can he have es- caped?” ” Unwarily she fell into the trap so cunningly contrived for her. At the appointed hour, in’a whirl of varied emotions, she was beneath the shadow of the great St. James Statue. Tt was an unfrequented locality, and in spite of her usual good courage, she felt a strange premonition of ager ee ing evil. But the premonition came too late. Later the hour waxed. The shadows grew deeper. - 7 : ”) 1

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6. THE MANIAC RIDER. ’ Nervously she drew back into the shadows of the monu- ment. And at that moment arms of giant strength encircled her, she was borne backward, a gag prevented an Bey and she was oulutaasint In the enemy’s clutches. | Jn vain her struggles. She was conveyed swiftly across the little square, and placed in a darkened coach. Two men carried her and followed her into the coach, which was immediately driven rapidly away. How far she was carried she knew not. When at length, she was relieved of blindfold and gag, she found herself in a richly furnished apartment. But windows and door of the room were barred. She was virtually in a prison. But the room looked familiar to her. The furniture, the hangings, the pictures, she had seen them all before. And all doubt was removed as to her fate, when the door opened, and her worst—her most dreaded enemy, Ward Westniore, stood upon the threshold. With a mocking smile the villain advanced into the apart- ment, ‘¢ Ah, my dear,” he said, advancing. - ‘I welcome you back to Hawkeswood as its future mistress.” CHAPTER VI, THE HAUNIED WING. WARD WESTMORE’S tone was one of sarcasm. Edith felt a terrible thrill of fear and MNS and re- coiled before him. : “Back—back! do not put a hand upon me,” she said. ‘What, you repel me? Why, that is surely uncharit- able. I have taken you in from the streets, I shall make of you a lady. Why, my dear, why do you treat me thus? I am your friend, I assure ieee a3 Stop. ” The command was beget though Westmore could not explain why he did it. ; ‘Ward Westmore, you have heaped insult upon injury. Why have you practiced this vile scheme upon me? Ihave never injured you.” The villain’s face for a moment turned black. , But he quickly recovered himself. ‘‘ You must be laboring under a delusion,” he said. ‘‘I assure you, Miss Edith, you have grossly misjudged me in every way. Iam truly a friend to you. I mean you well, and your interests are dear to me. Will you not accept my friendship?” f Edith Hawkeswood gazed EOntea nt nous upon the ‘syco- * phant. fd And in that moment she despised him. ‘Ward Westmore, never again address yourself to me in such a manner. Remember that to offer a lady insult is to merit a rich punishment, and a champion may turn up who would inflict the same upon you.” Ward Westmore’s form quivered with suppressed passion. One montent he way ered. His impulse was, in his cowardly rage to strike the speak- er of this cutting remark, woman though she was. But he restrained himself and retreated toward the door. Upon the threshold, he spoke: “You are high-tempered to-day, my fine little bird.’ But this shall be your gilded cage, here you shall remain until nse to subjection, until you are glad to come to my terms.’ Then the door closed. When he had gone Edith sank down, overcome, upon a divan. She relapsed into a kind py spor, out of which she did not come for some hours. Then she arose to her feet. ‘‘Oh, kind Heaven,” she murmured, ‘‘am I doomed to this fearful captivity. Can I not eeenitn Is there no way?” She paced the chamber frantically. Then mounting a chair, she climbed up to the barred windows. And gazing through them a strange sight met her gaze. It was midnight. The silver moonlight shed its incandescent light over the world without. -Below the prison window, arose the cranibline stone walls of the old west wing of-the Hawkeswood mansion. This wing had long been in disuse. -Heavy masses of ivy creep over its walls. Below was the ancient court-yard long since sone to . } { ruin. Edith had roamed there many a summer day. Tradition said that the old wing was haunted. That in its ancient walls yet held forth the spirits of those of the Hawkeswoods who had long since passed from ‘life. But this, of course, was a mere vagary.. Edith bad never attached any significance to it. , Though she loved the legend, and liked to think it true, the credulous country folk, ofcourse, all averred it a truth. Edith gazed down upon the haunted wing for some while. And then of a sudden she gave a violent start. A door had opened in the building, a light had flashed forth, and a human form emerged. But in the dim moonlight it did not seem a flesh and blood reality. She drew her breath quick and hard. , Was the legend true. Tall, gaunt, and shadowy was the form. And now forth from the shadows came another specta- cle. Nothing more nor less than a shadowy horse. And in the course of a few moments the horse had ap- proached the man, who mounnted him and vanished. in the gloom which pervaded the grounds beyond. ee Edith staggered back and sank into a chair, overcome with this startling sight. >»! CHAPTER VIL. WESTMORE IN THE FOREST. For a moment she shivered in thé chair, then she re- gained her composure by a strong effort, and looked forth again, ; i

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5 THE MANIAC RIDER. 7 The court-yard was as before illumined in moon-rays. But in its center now stood a dark-clad human figure. And, as Edith gazed upon the unknown, she became as- _ sured that he was no spirit, but a flesh and blood reality. A tall, dark-featured man, clad in a long domino, and capote over all. Who was he? 4 Our heroine knew not, but an instinct prompted her to tap upon the window sash. Perhapsche might be a friend. Perhaps he might give her succor. S At the sound the unknown wheeled and glanced upward. Hdith gave a cry of horror and staggered. back. The face upturned to her in the moonlight was that of Ward Westmore. Only it looked very unnatural. ; Marble white in its hue, with strained eye balls, and drawn lines about the mouth. It was indeed the usurper of Hawkeswood Grange. He had been concealed a moment before behind an angle of the building and had observed the appearance and dis- appearance of the phantom horseman. Hdith sank back in a swoon. How long she remained under its influence she knew not. But when she came to, a Hindoo nurse, an old retainer of the Hawkeswood family, was bending over her. A Meanwhile Westmore, in the court-yard below, had noted the momentary appearance of his captive’s face at the barred window. But he only smiled grimly, and changed his position slightly. For some time he remained standing, as though in a rey- erie, then he approached the door in the haunted wing from which the phantom horseman had emerged. ; $ He tried to lift the latch. But it resisted his efforts. It was securely locked. He scowled blackly at this. em fat ‘*o-morrow,” he muttered, ‘‘I will have that door forced, and learn what is behind it.” Turning away from the door, he crossed the court-yard. Passing out beyond the yard wall, he stooped down in a clear spot and examined the earth. Hoof-prints were there, and plainly visible. The shoe-mark had a peculiar shape, being curved i in. ward, almost -vertically, and resembling strongly what might have been thought a cloven hoof. ‘*Ho,” he ejaculated. ‘‘The strange rider bestrides a horse of flesh and blood in reality, at least!” For some moments he scrutinized the foot-marks, Then he arose. } It was long past midnight. The wood before him looked black and forbidding. But he did not hesitate. _ Into the shadows he strode, and continued on among the _ trees, until of a sudden he came out upon the shores of a little lake in the center of the forest. Beyond the moonlit waters arose the tall monarchs of the | wood, like black sentinels of the night. With foided arms, Westmore stood gazing reflectively down into the waters. And unconsciously he broke out with a scarcely audible soliloquy. “‘T am master of Hawkeswood. A twelvemonth past, I was but a pennilessdependant. Baron Hawkeswood was murdered, and the man upon whose shoulders the guilt has been pieced is in Tasmania expiating the alleged crime. He was also my rivalin love, and now he is out of the way forever, as effectually removed from my path as though he | were dead.” Not a sound broke the somber stillness. The time sped by and still Westmore remained enwrap- ped in reverie. Then a startling thing transpired. The waters of the lake rippled. A dark dripping form emerged from them almost at Westmore’s feet. For a moment so astounded was the villain, that he could hardly distinguish whether the new-comer were man or beast. Ther, the unknown had gained the bank. And Westmore saw that it was a man. Dripping and uncouth was the man, and he started at sight of Westmore, and would have slunk away. had it not been for the usurper. CHAPTER VIII. THE ENCOUNTER IN THE WOODS. WESTMORE started forward. He acted upon an impulse. Putting forth one hand, he said sternly: ‘*Hold, who are you?” In putting forth his hand he grasped the wuknown's S wet garments. No reply was vouchsafed him. Only a sort of shivering moan seemed to come from the other’s lips. Then he made a quick movement to throw off Westmore’s grip. “Not so fast, my friend,” Westmore was acting under the firm belief that he had captured a poacher upon his grounds. ‘‘T will learn you to trespass upon my domain,” he said. “*Ha—what——” ag He did not finish the sentence. Finding himself unable to break away, the unknown had turned upon the usurper like a tiger. And they became involved in a terrific struggle. Back and forth they swayed. Not a, word did Westmore’s antagonist speak, only — moaned - and snarled like a wild beast, and gritted his - teeth. By this time Westmore had arrived at the ultimation that he was struggling with a maniac. A terrible struggle lbiWaSne isu : Now the maniac had the advantage. a And then Westmore’s gigantic strength gaye him 1 the better hold. Med: the ERE whirled the combatants. x

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8 Me THE MANIAC RIDER. No witness was there of the struggle. US CHAPTER IX. It became more terrific. WHAT WAS FOUND-IN THE WING. Now both were upon the ground. ‘Curse you, fiend!” panted Westmore, as he struggled. ' Man or devil, whatever you are I will learn,” But in spite of his anger and excitement Westinore could not help a certain mystified feeling. WESTMORE was recklessly bent upon his DET DOSE of explor- ing the haunted wing. He meant every word when he expressed his seutntha: tion to batter the place down but he would learn its mys- : : F Pe tery. ‘What can it be?” went through his mind. ‘Maniac | +9 old servants shook their heads solemnly and averred or fiend? Ah! can it be the phantom rider of the haunted | t:94 wing?” ‘(Nae gude will come ha’ it.” : This flashed upon him. as the truth. ‘¢ But who is it ?” constituted an enigma not easily solved. In spite of his own great strength Westmore felt that he was no match for the unknown. And that he would get the worst of the fray eventually. So he resolved upon a piece of strategy. Feigning weakness he relaxed his*hold. To his surprise his antagonist did the same. And now the most surprising thing of all transpired. Finding the hold relaxed upon him the maniac broke awy in spite of the fact that he had his adversary at a dis- advantage, and, eee himself, sprang away into the forest. Too late, Westmore sprang after him. With a wild, ringing laugh the maniac was gone. His retreating footsteps crashed through the under- growth, and, a moment later the shrill neigh of a horse rose upon the air, and the clatter of horses’ hoofs were wafted to the pursuer’s ear. Westmore, torn, bleeding, and much discomfited after his severe and fruitless struggle, listened. to these sounds But not a sign of living being was found. with an inexplicable sensation of awe. Nothing but the rats which scampered away at their ap- ° , ‘‘Mystery of mysteries,” he ejaculated. ‘‘ But I will | proach. unearth it, if it costs me my fortune. I will first learn the As they progressed and nothing was found to excite any ' secret of the haunted wing.” | alarm, the servants’ courage began to rise. ) He returned slowly, and in no comfortable frame of mind, | The lower rooms had been all explored and Westmore to the mansion. ad arrived at the conclusion that his search was to be re- The doors between the mansion and the wing had been nailed for more than fifty years. Indeed, so long had they been up that the wood had molded, and crumbled away easily. The usurper directed the work himself, and did not pause until the entrance was made open. Then leading the way, with lighted taper, followed by the shivering servants, he began his tour of investigation. The old wing was what had once been the original manor. _ Many generations of Hawkeswoods had been reared be- neath its roof. ' Knights with plumed crests and glittering armor had once trod the stone corridors and went forth from the high arches. Damp and chill was the atmosphere. Even Westmore felt: the depressing effect, much like that experienced in going out of the bright world into a tomb. Chamber after chamber was explored until finally the’ lower rooms were reached. The remainder of the night was sleepless to him. warded with nothing, when a cry from the head butler at- In the early morning all of the family retainers were tracted his attention. summoned. In the solid masonry of the wall of the old manor, was Westmore catechized them sharply. set a long marble plate. ‘The west wing ’as always been ’aunted, sur,” said one | Upon this plate, was engraved in rude fashion the gen- of the\butlers, ‘‘I ’ave been in ’awkeswood for nigh onto | ealogy of the Hawkeswood family from medieval times. forty year, sur, an’ it ’ave bin ’aunted since then, sur.” But it was not this fact which had excited the exclama- ‘Haunted, bosh! don’t let me hear you talk that way | tion of the head butler. again, Fitzgerald. But» stop,- what do you mean by | With blanched face and trembling knees, he stood point- haunted?” , ing to a spectacle which when it met the gaze of the others ‘ Why, sur—eh—’ave seen ’em myself, sur. Real spooks, | was the cause of a general cry of horror and superstition. sur. White gowns'an’ all, sur. God save us, but it’s the Westmore gazed upon it and reeled back with a corpse- truth, my lord Dee like pallor. -nough,” said Westmore, impatiently. ‘‘That is enough of that. Prepare to accompany me all of you at once to this wing. I will have it razed to the ground, but ‘I will unearth its mystery.” ° A murmur of dismay and fear went up among the super- stitious retainers. But their master’s word was law, and could not be gain- said. Soa half hour later the long fastened doers between the mansion and the old wing were battered in preparatory “Bopn at Hawkeswood, July 12th, 18— - to the search. y “‘Foully, murdered in his bed by a Gependant—a viper long | i) Sig ipee nid et BY i _ nourished in his bosom. ~ / \., The nature of the spectacle warranted this. At the base of the list of names appeared an inscription. This inscription was what had struck fear to the hearts of the spectators. Thus read the inscription: ‘“‘Lastly—Baron John Hawkeswood,” “*Son of Edwin and Judith Hawkeswood. - “For eighteen years master of the manor, ”

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THE MANIAC’ RIDER: ‘ 9. ‘Vengeance wil! shortly overtake the murderer—may his ashes rest in peace. Requiescat in Requiem.” It was not alone thisgnysterious and startling inscription which impressed the usurper. But the chirography itself. It was traced in letters of blood. And below upon the marble floor was a huge splash of blood. Blood marked the tessellated floor, was upon the win- dow-panes, and streaked the walls. A terrible dizziness came over Ward Westmore. He reeled and would have fallen had it not been for the head butler. ; # Morally and physically Westmore was a coward. Beyond a bullying spirit he was nothing, and now his courage forsook him like snow before a spring shower. Cries of terror went up from the servants who huddled frightened together. And at that moment, well-calculated to increase the ter- ror, there went through the stone arches a low,deep moan, succeeded by a wild, devilish, ringing peal of laughter. How Ward Westmmore got out of the place He. never knew. Servants and master fled awe-struck and ferciicd from the spot. An hour later, in a terribly excited and nervous frame of mind, the usurper reclined upon a couch in his chamber with Attendants bathing his brow. Was the old wing haunted ? CHAPTER X. WESTMORE’S PROPOSAL, iis her prison chamber Edith reclined upon her couch. A feverish anxiety brooded over her mind and a strange - uneasiness ‘assailed hér. A premonition of something, sbe hardly knew what, had weighed upon her mind all that day. The shadows of night had long since settled down. She was alone, and the oil: fib had burned low upon a stand at her bedside: Her mind unconsciously wandered across the sea to that unknown clime where her lover, an exile, was doomed to abide. ‘¢My love,” she murmured, ‘I may never see him again. And I promised to go to Tasmania to meet him there and share his exile. God help me! Is there no way for me to escape from this terrible place?” ‘ She arose to her feet and paced the floor in a whirl of an- guish and despair. “If T could but estape,” she murmured. ‘* But I cannot break those’ window bars. They resist my best efforts, Why, oh, Heaven! why is Fate so cruel to me?” With a desperation born of despair, she, for the hun- dredth time, mounted the sill and applied her strength to the barred window. : Fiercely she worked. . The night wind blew in her face dank and wet. A storm was brewing in the night without. Thé wind went soughing and moaning about the old ‘manor like the weird plaint of a discontented spirit. ak fe 5 ape p She shivered as the chill wind smote her. But did not desist in her work. Eagerly she worked. Back and forth her light frame swayed. Desperation was in her face. Ha! a thrill shot through her breast, the iron loosens in the stones. : The cement is easily broken. Her breath came quick and short. The bar yields. One swift, upward pull, it is displaced. And at that moment, a moment of triumph, a sound strikes her hearing which causes every nerve in her body to vibrate. It was a footstep without in the corridor. Was it the nurse visiting her at that unwelcome hour? She slid down from her position. The key grated in the lock. The door turned upon its hinges. Across the threshold stalked a human form. With an exclamation of terror and disgust, Edith recoiled. It was the usurper Westmore, her most dreaded enemy. And instinctively one thing flashed through her mind. What was the villain’s mission? With dignity she faced her enemy. ; There was a stern, hard smile upon Westmore’s evil face. : He entered and bidsed the door. “‘T have made you a later visit than is consistent with ceremony,” he said, with sarcasm. ; ‘JT perceive it,” was Edith’s quiet reply. ‘* But under the circumstances I do not think that cere- mony should longer exist between us. You are so shortly to become mine——” ‘¢ Never!’ : At the emphasis of os word, Westmore, in spite of for / | self, recoiled. ‘ What! claimed. ‘‘T make no terms with such as you,” said Edith, with Do you refuse to accept my: terms?” he ex-. spirit. ‘* Ward Westmore, never again insult me with such — a proposition as you have made. I would sooner die than wed with you!” . ; Westmore bit his lip. “You are forcible in your rejection of my suit,” he said. “Stay, my haughty queen. Will you not tell me why you refuse to become my wife ?” ‘Because I loathe you!” Lurid lightning leaped from Westmore’s eyes. ** Ah, you do!” he cried angrily. ‘‘ Well, loathe, hate, and despise me‘as much as you will, by fair means or foul you shall marry me. Remember, you shall be mine. I have sworn it, by all the powers of heaven and earth. Prepare yourself, then, for your fate.” ; The door Glauged behind hit. Edith reeled, with a terrible faintness, but recovered her- self. ‘‘Now I must heapee she breathed Uhiaely’ help me. It is my only chance.” - \ Back to the window she flew. : One good wrench now displaced iat bar, and the avenue of cope wasopen. eff “God. '

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10 CHAPTER XI. EDITH’S ESCAPE. BENEATH the prison window grew a profusion of vines. They were wood ivy, and tough of fibre, and easily ca- pable of sustaining her weight. Grasping these, she swung over the sill. It was a great distance to the ground below. How she made the descent, she never clearly remem- bered. But finally her feet touched the earth. She was free. Above. her head was the clouded sky, overhung with black storm-clouds. Beneath her feet all was damp and sodden. : But she ran on, in the darkness, hardly knowing whither her footsteps carried her—hardly caring, so long as it car- ried her to freedom. The wind whistled drearily. The falling rain wet her through. Her garments were torn and sodden, her faculties became benumbed with cold and wet, and finally, almost exhausted, she sank down to gain a moment's rest. t It was in the edge of a clump of shrubbery. “And as she lay there, striving to overcome the terrible drowsy lassitude which came over her, a startling. thing happened. A dark form of a sudden loomed up over her. Some hideous unknown monster bent down and touched her. Two gleaming eye-balls: were fastened upon her, a fearful fetid breath fanned her cheek. With a wild thrilling scream, Edith recoiled, but her strength left her, and a swoon relieved her of all further realization. At the scream, the monster started back, and had one been near enough in the gloom to see clearly, it could easily have been perceived that the unknown which had so fright- ened our heroine was nothing more nor less than a horse. Saddie and bridle was upon the animal. And his rider was not far away, for at the scream a dark human form came hurrying up through the gloom, The form kent over our heroine. A light flashed in his hand. And the upturned face of Edith in the rain, caused him to utter an ejaculation, ' The light was put out, and the unknown paused a mo- ment as though in deliberation. Had Edith have possessed her faculties when the light illumined her features, she would have made a startling dis- covery. And.this was that the features of the man bending over her were identical with those of the phantom rider, whom she had seen emerge from the haunted wing the night be- | fore. Whoever the mysterious personage was, he evinced a noble spirit, for d moment later with our heroine’s insensi- ble form in his arms, he had mounted his horsé. Giving him rein, the mysterious horseman dashed away into the gloom. BGT? He rode rapidly, and for some distance. Then a light.burst forth in his path. THE MANIAG RIDER. It emanated from the window of a small forester’s cottage. Before reaching the cottage he dismounted. Bearing Edith tenderly in his arms he approached the door of the rude dwelling, and d@posited her upon the doorstep. Then rapped loudly upon the door. And a moment later the honest peasant who came to the door found only the dripping insensible form of a beautiful young girl there. For some days, until she had regained her strength, Edith remained at the peasant cottage. _ The events of that night were a mystery to her. As soon as she had sufficiently recuperated she thanked her benefactors, and took her leave. Now that she was out of Westmore’s clutches, she was” resolved not to fall into them again. She had money enough to take her to London, whither she proceeded. But she did not intend to remain there long. The first steamer would take her to Tasmania to rejoin her lover, now the only friend she believed on earth. + But one day at her lodgings in London, a short, square built man with keen ferret eyes presented himself. When he was shown into her presence, he was revealed to her astonished gaze, as Bob Berkeley, the London de- tective. ad “Never fear, miss,” he said, cheerily. ‘‘ You are all right. Your lover is cleared of the murder, and will come back from Tasmania, and Hawkeswood belongs to yeu after all.” CHAPTER XII. THE USURPER UNMASKED, WHEN he discovered the flight of his fair prey the next morning, Ward Westmore was frantic with rage. He cursed the servants, raved about the mansion and made a pandemonium for a while. But when he found that all this was of no avail, he settled down into a calmer frame of mind. A search was instituted for the missing ‘‘ ward,’ so- called. But no trace of her could be found. After this the usurper’s mind changed. Pursued by a dread, phantom-like premonition of down- fall, he resorted to fatal measures to drown this oppression, He launched recklessly into dissipation. For a while he succeeded in Growaing all thoughts of : such nature. But the end soon came. An avenging Nemesis was upon his track. And the fatal crisis at length presented itself. One night the villain had returned late from a drunken spree in London. No carriage awaited him at the station, and he was obliged to walk to the Hall. It was a moonlight night, and Westmore was far enough recovered from his drunk to become cognizant of things about, Indeed, he had not been in.so sober a state before for . many weeks. ; : ’ . x

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-THE MANIAC RIDER. sons eel a nical Y. The road from the railway station to Hawkeswood led through a stretch of pine woods. And the villain had not traversed half the road, when of a sudden, a tall, gigantic form loomed up in his Rate With a cry of horror he sprang back. The face of the person before him was terribly white and drawn. His eyes blazed like a panther’s, and his long talon-like fingers worked convulsively. Westmore recognized him at a glance. It was the mysterious phantom horseman, whom he had witnessed emerge from the haunted wing that night. It was his Nemesis. The usurper seemed to realize this. He cowered back for a moment, and then would have ate tempted an escape, but the mysterious horseman’s voice re- strained him. : “‘Usurper, murderer, stand before a Hawkeswood. Your Jast hour has come. A message has been sent from Hell to call you thither, and the powers have decreed that I shall send you there. your foul blood. I, a Hawkeswood—but it is fitting, as you have stained yours with a Hawkeswood’s life-current.’’ Shivering with a nameless terror, the usurper gasped: ‘Tn Heayen’s name, who are you?” ““Whoam, I? Ha—ha—write it in letters of blood. I am a Hawkeswood. A brother long since believed dead— but come back, to avenge the foul murder and usurpation. Ha—blood—blood—I must have it in atonement.” The maniac’s shriek rang out loud and shrill. And in that instant the truth flashed across Westmore’s mind. He remembered that John Hawkeswood had a brother, an idiot, who had wandered away from home long years ago. This was the brother in the land of the living. He realized that it was to be a life and death struggle. He plunged his hand ‘in his bosom and clutched the hilt of a knife. \ : It flashed forth. The maniac was upon him. Like a wild beast he came. Foaming and gnashing his teeth he clutched the usurper. Once—twice—the bright-bladed knife arose and fell. A shrill cry of agony followed. But the maniac seemed endowed with a second life. With the frenzy of a dying man, he clutched the fatal wrist. Bore it back with a madman’s strength. With ali force the keen knife was reverted, and ere Westmore’ Ss vast strength could interpose it fell with a thud upon his breast. The next moment the maniac was quivering upon the eround in his death throes. It had been a terrible struggle. Westmore was victorious, but at the cost of his own life. The wound was a fatal one, and he was enabled merely to drag himself home and expire a few hours later. The avenging Nemesis had performed \his work, and the villain’s evil deeds were done. _—— Ha—ha—I shall redden my hands with | CHAPTER XIII. . THE EXILE’S PERIL. MEANWHILE in far away Tasmania our hero, Leslie Huntley, was languishing in his imprisonment Con a lonely isle. Not a word had he received from home. ’ The fate of those dear to him—of one very dear to him, namely Edith Hawkeswood, he could only conjecture. His life in Tasmania was an exceedingly odious one. _ He was subjected to insults, rough talk, and even blows, ’ and many a time was only restrained from resenting them, ~ by the bitter realization that such a course would only add to the misery of his lot. He made one good friend. And he was the only person he met duri ing his exile who was congenial company. And the man was Harland Hope. His sentence was for five years. While Leslie’s was for life. “Did I not have a wife and dear friends at home,” said Hope, ‘‘I would never go home, but remain here with you, my dear friend, and share your life’s imprisonment.” ‘‘T can understand your desire to get home,” said Leslie, sadly. ‘‘There is one very dear to me in England, whom I would give half my life to be able to rejoin.” One day Hope and Leslie were commissioned for a trip into the interior. / The locality to which they were dispatched was an un- frequented part of the island. Their errand was to convey a message to a ey of mine inspectors. A thick jungle fifty miles wide and a wide plain of forty miles’ surface were the territory to be traversed. © But neither were displeased with the idea of the trip. While it had its perils, it offered them a diversion which was welcome. They set forth early in the morning, well equipped for a journey of the sort. The first day’s tramp—for the entire ninety miles was to be accomplished on foot—embraced a walk of uta miles by easy stages. This brought them into the thiekest of the jungle. It was known that the interior of the island was infested with bushmen. So far they had encountered no signs of them. But there was imminent danger of falling in with these ruffians at any moment. : So our friends kept on their guard. Finally they reached their destination without any hap- pening worthy of note. And turning homeward, had accomplished half the dis- tance, when the dreaded calamity presented itself. Of a sudden, from behind trees and bushes in their path, ; there'appeared a score or more of fierce-looking men, half- clad, and armed with keen-bladed cutlasses and carbines. Neither Leslie nor Hope was a coward. But their faces paled at the scene before them, “We will die game,” said brave Hope. \ ‘« Amen to that,” echoed Leslie. And side by side, the two brave men held the score of cut-throats at bay. v

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~ 12 P my THE MANIAC RIDER. Takiag refuge behind a pile of bowlders, the bushmen kept a respectful distance from their death-dealing rifles. As might be expected, the bushmen, though fierce and ~ bloodthirsty, were cowards. They would not venture within range of the convicts’ guns. “4 But this advantage was the sole one in favor of our friends. : They could not hold their position a great while. The bushmen formed a cordon about them, They dared not stir from the protection of the bowlders, no more than their enemies dared to advance upon them. Five days the siege lasted. : During that time neither food nor drink was procurable. It was a slow death by starvation, and finally Hope be- coming desperate, said: *‘It’s no use, Leslie, Iam going to make a break for lib- erty. If I lose my life, it is as well as to die here like a rat in his hole.” Leslie’s heart sank in his breast. This was to be his fate. It was a bitter thought, and he choked back with diffi- culty the terrible despair which would overwhelm him. _ But at the last moment, fortune interposed in their be- half. | CHAPTER XIV. * WHICH IS THE LAST. AT length Hope became resolved to endure the situation no longer. “Here goes,” he said, strapping his knapsack to his back. ‘‘ Root hog or die. It is as well to die in the open field as in a hole. Will you go, Leslie?” ‘‘T am with you,” said our hero, sadly. The heroic convicts emerged from their little fortress among the bowlders, and struck out into the open field. They expected almost momentarily to be riddled with. rifle-balls, but they never came. Not a bushman showed himself. And of a sudden, a little ways _ firing. And then loud yells and shouts. -The next moment a body of horsemen came into view across the clearing. . They were all armed, and wore the Queen’s uniform. ‘The cavalry!—thank Heaven!” cried Hope. ‘‘ Weare all right.” off, came the sound of It was, indeed, a detachment of cavalry. 'Nhey had arrived just in the nick of time. The day was saved. A moment more and the cavalry came up. Congratulations were exchanged, and the cavalrymen furnished the two convicts with: horses, and’escorted them in safety to Fort Sutton. This little episode had taken place just five weeks before the expiration of Hope’s time. mean Finally, the day came when he was toreturn to England. With a sinking heart, Leslie went down to the wharf with his friend to bid him a last farewell. And here a startling surprise awaited him. The night before, H. M. S. Marmion, a frigate of war, had hove into the bay. Now a boat-load was just effecting a landing. And, though Leslie did not at once notice those who dis-, embarked, he was made aware of their identity a moment later by a glad, familiar voice, and a light female form fly- ing across the wharf. “Leslie, Lam here. I have come to save you—to take you back to England. You are cleared of the murder by Ward Westmore’s own confession, and can go back with us to-day.” Leslie Huntley received the light form ‘in his arms, strained her he loved to his breast once, caught a momen- tary glimpse of Bob Berkeley, the detective, standing with grinning visage beyond, then a mist came before his vision and he had fainted. * * * * Reader my tale is finished. You can readily guess the sequel. Suffice it to say, that Hawkeswood Grange is now in the happy possession of its rightful owner, and Huntley Hall is on its former good footing. The mystery was cleared up by the death of Westmore and the maniac rider, and now, Oe friends in their happiness, I will say adieu. 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The Largest, Cheapest, Handsomest, and Most Popular Library in the World. 1 Tom Brown's Schooldays 2 The Pirate : 3 Robinson Crusoe 4 Jack Sheppard 5 Sinbad, the Sailor 6 Peter Simple 7 Pantomime Joe : 8 Snarleyow, the Dog Fiend 9 Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp 10 Poor Jack 11 Tommy Bounce—comic 12 Shorty ; or, Kicked into Good Luck —comic 18 'The Devil’s Diamond 14 Shorty in Luck— comic 15 Dick Dauntless ep 16 Skinny, the Tin Peddler—comic 17 Dick Turpin 18 Gulliver’s Travels 19 Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves 20 The Mulcahy Twins—comic 21 Jacob Faithful : 22 Oliver Optic’s Engineer Stories 23 Oliver Twist t 24 The Image of His Father 25 Gentleman George 96 Gentleman George and His Pal 21 The Dead Boxer 28 Harry Hale 29 One of the Boys of New York—comic 30 The King of Diamonds 31 The Four Knayes 32 The Pirate Doctor 33 Jonathan Wild $4 The Pirate Chief 35 The Smuggler of St. Malo. 36 Little Mack, the Boy Engineer 37 Josephine ; or, the Maid of the Gulf 88 Sea Dog Charlie; or, The Advent- ures of a Boy Hero 39 Paul Jones 40 The Hangman of Newgate 41 The Black Mask 42 Dot Boy Fritz—comic 43 Demon of the Deep 44 Mark Graham 45 Starboard Jack 46 San Francisco Bob 47 Tom. Dick and the —— —comic 48 The Yankee Privateer 49 The Rover’s Oath 60 Corkey—comic 61 Dick Lightheart 62 Dick Lightheart’s Trials 63 Dick Lightheart’s Triumph 64 Captain Hawke 655 The Boss Boy 56 Shorty, Jr.; or, the Son of His Dad —comic 102 Claude and the Nuns 103 Duval in the Cloister 104 Claude and the Lady 105 Duval on Hand = - 106 Claude and the Spy 107 Duval in Chains 108 Claude’s Bride 109 Duval on the Road 110 Claude’s Duel 111 Duval and the Maiden 112 Claude in the Toils 118 Duval and the Casket 114 Claude and His Chum 115 Duval in Peril 116 Claude at Bay 117 Duval and Luke 118 Death of Claude Duval 119 Jack Harkaway and His Son’s Ad- ventures Around the World 120 Harkaway and His Son Homeward Bound 121 Jack Rushton — ’ 122 On and Off the Stage 123 The Bush Boys 124 The Rival Schools 125 Frank, the Fisher Boy 126 Young Tom Rodman 127 Shorty, Jr., on His Ear—comic 128 Fred Spangle 129 The Young Tragedian 180 Clarence Rhett 181 Paddy McGroarty 182 Brian the Brave 183 Yank, Shank & Co. 134 Master of Himself ‘ 185 Jim Jams; or, Jack of All Trades— comic 1386 The Boy Bohemian 137 The Mysterious Messenger 138 Burt, the Detective 189 “*12;" or, Tracked to Death 140 The Young Ventriloquist 141 Denver Dick 142 Dick Daring 143 Gypsy Blanche 144 The Boy Clown 145 Three Yankee Chums 146 Unlucky Tom—comic 147 Lathy—comic 148 The Sea Fiends 149 Wnder the Ocean 160 Andy Handy 1651 Red Leary 152 Daniel Boone 153 Hale and Hearty 154 Tim of the Mail Train 155 Out with Stanley 156 Mad Maurice 198 Satan’s Tree 199 The School on Wheels 200 A Lightning Flash 201 The Mystery of a Minute s 202 Bound to be An Actor 208 One of the Boys 204 The Mystery of the Red River 205 The Mashed Messenger 206 The Prairie Phantom 207 The Young Engineer 208 Fighting Against Odds 209 Harry Halse 210 Donnell O’Gig 211 The Burglars of New York 212 Jerry O’Keefe’s Crimes 213 Dare Devil Detective 214 Game to the Death 215 Kickapoo Jack 216 The Struggle for a Mine 217 Stump—comic 218 Stump at School—comice 219 Stump at Sea—comic 220 Stump and Jack Hawser—comic 221 Sino Racket Below Decks— comic 222 Stump and His Chums Homeward Bound—comic 223) Three of a Kind—comie 224 Charlie, Mike and Don—comic 225 Thirteen 226 The Brotherhood of Death 227 Tricks 228 Under the Gallows . 229 Adrift on a Floating Island 230 Fred Hazle 231 Shot in the Dark 232 Doonie Crandall 233 Meta, the Girl Crusoe 284 Teddy Doyle ; 285 A Trip to the Center of thé Earth 236 Drifting Harry 237 Rory the Smasher 238 An Irish Boy’s Luck 239 Behind the Bars 240 The Boy Convict 241 Tornado Tim 242 The Boy Avenger 243 Jack the Joker 244 The Irish Robber’s Apprentice 245 Fighting His Way 246 A Knight of the Brush 247 Fritz the Tumbler 248 Iron-Knuckled Ted 249 Dare-Devil Dick 250 The Dock Boys of New York a ceualn cereuclas ie Gypsy Boy’s Vengeance 258 The Boy Miners 800 Bob Short; or, One of Our Boys— comic 801 Percy of the Strong Arm 302 Jack Manly 303 Freebooters of California 304 Captain Merritt.and His Rangers 305 Nero, the Hunchback 306 Bell-Ringer of Trinity . 807 yee Harley 808 The Arctic Queen 309 Harry Fitzroy 810 The Heart of Oak 811 The School on the Sea 812 The Golden Island 818 Among the Savages 814 The Specter Schoolboy 315 Headman of Old London Bridge 316 Harold Forrester 317 Mot o’ the Mist 318 Eveline Duke 319 Mark Bradiey 820 Driven to Sea 821 Routing the Redskins 822 Tom Fox 823 Adventures of a Philadelphia De- tective . $24 Richard Savage 325 Mystery of a Mis-spent Life 326 Double-Six 327 Dominoes of Death $28 Gypsy Bess : 329 The Queen of the Highway 380 Rudolph, the Traitor 831 The Boy Cavaliers 832 Young Captain Kidd 833 The Secret of Wizard Lake 334 The Prairie Witch 335 The Hunters of the Silver Trail 836 Traveling With Barnum . 837 Three Dashing Hussars 838 Pat O’Corker 839 The Diamond Eye 840 Jack of the Naval Brigade 841 The Zulu’s Daughter 342 The Haunted House of Deadman’s Corner 4 848 Sir Guy’s Secret 344 Fortunes of an Acrobat 845 For the Green Flag of Old Ireland 346 Kathleen O’Shaughnessy : 347 Tom, the Midshipman 348 Out With Captain Cook 349 Every Inch a Sailor 850 Ralph, the Light Dragoon 351 The Brothers in Arms $52 Jack of Cheapside 853 The Green Banner of Islam 354 The Colonel’s Daughter 355 Walter’s Secret ’ 157 Shorty and the Count—comic 158 The Wharf Boys 159 Big Silas 150 Nip and Flip 161 The Four Jacks 162 The Miser of Harlem 254 Water-Duck Jim 255 The King of the Swimming Gang 256 The Flying Ship of the Pacific 257 The Adventures of Harry Franco 258 Cripple Charley 259 The Adventures of Two Tramps 3656 The Outlaws of Berkeley Forest ar es Vert ne Cauley, ; 3 e House of a Hundred Te 859 Oswald, the Unknown ae 360 Adventures of a Free Lance 361 The Treacherous Knight 67 The Pirate Schooner 58. The Gold Hunters 69 The Pirates of America 60 The Pirate Cutter 61 Thé Black Pirate 62 Captain Kyd; or, the Pirate of Hell Gate /63 Will Waffles 64 Three Finger Jack 65 The Sea King 66 Life in the Red Brigade 67 Billy Bo'swain 68 The Devil on Two Sticke 69 The Wild Robber 70 The Highwayman’s Fate 71 The Lighthouse Murder 72. The Assassin’s Doom 73 The Pirate of the Shoals 74 The Robbers of the Rhine %5 Jack Harkaway’s School Days "6 Harkaway Afloat 77 Harkaway Among the Savages 48 Harkaway’s Escape "9 Harkaway at Oxford 80 Harkaway and the Black Band 81 Harkaway andthe Brigands $2 Ae and the Spy 83 Harkaway Trapped 84 Harkaway and the Italians 85 Dick Lightheart at Sea 86 Dick Lightheart Around the World 87 Dick Lightheart in London $8 Dick Lightheart’s Victory 89 The Island of Mystery 90 Detective Dan 163 Young Harkaway and the Pirates 164 Harkaway’s Triumph : 165 Harkaway on Magic Island 166 Ferret, the Little Detective 167 The Man of Many Faces 168 Harkaway’s Peril 169 Harkaway to the Rescue 170 Harkaway, the Magician ch Reckee Bob uke Lander, the Lion Hunter 173 Rob Rattler, the Scapegrace 174 The Dwarf King une 175 The Gallant Mitidy 176 Harkaway the Avenger 177 The Rival Crusoes 178 Harkaway in Australia 179 Harkaway dnd the Convicts 180 Harkaway and the Bush-Rangers 181 Chased Around the World 182 The Detective'’s Mistake 183 Chips and Chin Chin—comic 184 Chips and Chin Chin Among the Mormons—comic 185 Chips and Chin Chin’s Adventures with Indians—comic 186 Chips ad Chin Chin in Omaha— conv 187 Chips and Chin Chin in St. Lonis— comic 188 Chips and Chin Chin in New York— ' comic é 260 Plucky Jimmy 261 The Blacksmith’s Apprentice 262 Jumping Joe 263 Jack Gordon 264 Mat McCarthy’s Fortune 265 Londen Bob—comic 266 An English Boy in America—comic 267 Scotty, the Terrier 268 Philadelphia Dave 269 Billy the Boxer 270 Cadger Con 271 The False Detective 272 High Falutin’ Jim 273 Charley Lance 974 A Search for a Missing Mar 275 Commodore Rip-Rap 276 Teddy O’Lynn 277 The Shadow Ship 278 Lone Jack 279 Blue Grass Bob 280 The Wild Rider of Old Kentuck 981 Shoo-Fly; or, Nobody’s Moke—comic 282 Shoo-Fly at School—comic 283 Shoo-Fly in Love—comic 284 Shoo-Fly the Gymnast—comic 285 Sue ey, the Young Robber of the est 286 Dashing Bob 287 Johnnie Burgoo 288 Reliable Joe $62 Young Harkaway and His Boy Tinker $63 Tinker’s Man Bogey 864 Young Harkaway in Spain 865 Young Harkaway in Turkey 866 Mole Among the Mussulmans 367 Young Harkaway and the Arabs 868 Young Harkaway and. the Counter- ‘feiters 869 Secret of the Traitor’s Gate 370 Waif of the Tower 871 Ralph Wildhawk 872 The Brigand Chief 873 Marco Brayo | 874 Zara, the Gypsy 875 The Servian Spy 876 Sword and Oimeter 877 Adam Bell 878 Archers of Englewood 879 Knight of the Red Cross 880 Jack-o’-the-Cudgel 881 Croquard, the Free Lance 382 The Fair Maid of Kent 383 Dick, the Brewer 884 The Oxford and Cambridge Eights 885 The Wild Huntsman 886 Tom Mansfield, the Smuggler 387 The Sunken Treasure 888 The Slave’s Revenge 889 Cris. 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