Pluck And Luck (no. 293) (1904 01 13)
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Uo COMPLETE STORIES OF ADVENTURE. Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per ye Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York Post Office, November 7, 1898, by Frank Tousey. ie i en te No. 293. NEW YORK, JANUARY 13, 1904. Price 5 Cents, re ———————————— IM SHATTERED GLASS# on, A COUNTRY BOY,IN NEWYORK. GW. LMPLPANLE 5) — Ls be a mee | ee, There was a waiter nae os with a tray of beer glasses = that moment. He got Soiee Robert just as the latter made a spring at the stranger, and was sent rolling to the floor, scattering the glasses in every direction.
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PLUCK AND LUCK. | Complete Tssued dn. Bf Bh ese $2.50 per year. one, of Congress, Washington, D. C., No. 293. Entered ntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1904, by Frank Tousey, 24 Union Square, New Y. NEW YORK, JANUARY 18, 1904. Stories of Adventure. as Second Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, in the office of the LP eA ork. Price 5 Cents. The Shattered Glass OR, By Jno. CHAPTER I. fe pta a; FATHER AND SON—A SECRET—-THE YOUNG LOVERS. _ “It’s a dangerous move, my son.” “I think you are too fearful, father.” _ “Your thinking that way makes me all the more uneasy, my | eo: son. If you, too, were fearful, you would not be in so much_ / _ danger, for you would be more on your guard, and thus escape f "nothing of. What do you know of the temptations that beset -_ & man in a great city like New York?” “But, father, you have always taught me to do right. If I ean do right in the country—here in Rosedale—why cannot ae. so in pew York?” and- young Robert Ross turned his hon- SHecenes,, my son, the surroundings are so different,” said sup. If old men fall that way, what may be expected such inexperienced young men as you?” Sr eres been much to be so : yee ale eaascninieng Sic ine Siekitigne in your God knows how we shall miss you, Robert. I trem- » you, for I know your danger, You don’t,” and the ee ee 1S) rae = 3 y are you eo much nfrat of New York?” Robert itt T am made of ‘me, : leng hey Beam t nghed rd cnongh ta lat Undused. eo dn A Country Boy in New York. A TRUE TEMPERANCE STORY. B. Dowd. a. HK. phahleford , /& SR, do as he has done. Have you ever lived in New York, | father?” | The question somewhat startled the father, for he looked hard at his son for a whole minute without uttering a word. Robert gazed up at him, as if surprised at his hesitation in joothe the question. “Robert,” his father finally said, “I will tell you a secret that has been locked in my bosom for thirty years. I have never told it to anyone before—not even to my mother or yours— otherwise you would be caught. But you are too con-! and I would not now breathe it did I not know that duty to fident—too full of your own ideas about something you know) you demands that I do so. You must give me your word of honor that you will not repeat it to anyone else.” Surprised as well as astonished, Robert said: “Of course I will do that, father.” “Very well. Listen, and ponder well my words. When I was just your age, your Uncle Silas, who is two years older than myself, and I went to New York to make our fortunes. We succeeded in getting situations in a large wholesale house, . “I have known old ministers who had grown/| which employed hundreds of clerks, and commenced work 1 the service of religion to go to New York and, in a; in high glee. nek lose the reputation they had spent a lifetime in| “We expected to go at once to the head ot the list of great merchants, for we were young then, and didn’t know as much as we learned afterwards. Silas worked hard. So did I. Neither of us was lazy, for our parents had reared us to work for the bread we ate. But I was fond of amusement, and Silas was not. I went around the city of evenings in com- pany with other youths, taking in all the sights that are to be seen under gaslight in that great city. Every evening, while Silas was studying and trying to master the intricate details of commerce, I was out roaming over the city with gay com- panions of my own age. Silas often warned me of the dan- | ger, to say nothing of the neglect of opportunities, but I could oa ers a sand vv a vishon eninge opalestne ae on in the course my companions were going. ‘ [At Rome {had nee dane to dein wine ory cad,
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waae' ’ 7 ue. = e + 2 ea “mysteries of card-piaying. I soon learned to smoke cigars, and carried them either in my mouth or pocket all the time. “Silas continued to warn and protest, but in vain. I was enjoying myself, and doing no harm, and so kept on. But one my life. The head of the house sent for me to come to his private office. I went, of course, wondering what in the world he could want of me. When I entered I saw my brother Silas in there with him. “ ‘Silas,’ said the merchant, turning to my brother, ‘I have been watching you for the last year. You have the stuff of a| first-class business man in you. Your salary is doubled from! |; Academy, and had received an offer from his Uncle Silas, the day there came a blow that changed the whole course of | | salesman, ’ THE SHATTERED GLASS. The reader will readily understand the situation from this conversation between father and son. Robert Ross, a youth of twenty years, had finished his education at the Rosedale great merchant of New York, to take a place in his house as He was to start for New York the next day after the open- ing of our story. Everybody in Rosedale knew of his intended departure, and expected to shake hands with him and bid him godspeed on his way. Robert, therefore, had an arduous task before him, for he had many friends in the village who would | naw felt slighted had he gone away without bidding them B _ this day hence. Ifyou continue as now it will be doubled good-by. fA , ‘again one year hence, and in five years you can expect to be-} When Robert left his father he hastened down one of the “8 a member of the firm. As for you, Joseph, you had | pretty shaded streets of the village, as if he had a special call | = etter go back to the farm. The less you haye to do with | to make. : ey New York the better it will be for you. Young men who} j¢ was just sunset when he started, and in a few minutes he es drink and lead the life that you do are not wanted by busi- passed before the gate of the cottage of the Widow White. | SR eagdbenees Go to the cashier. Your account is made un and! 4 white pebbled walk led from the gate, between a per- Be aie will receive what is due you for services rendered. fect forest of rose-bushes and other flowers, to the cottage. si My son, words fail in attempting to describe my feelings. I} ye moment he appeared at the gate a young girl, fair as 3 =), was amazed—crushed- ga his desk. Silas and I went out together. “‘T am sorry for you, brother,’,Silas said, taking my hand in his, as if he would console me in some way, ‘but you _ brought it all on yourself. You would not listen to me, and now, you are to go home in disgrace. It will nearly kill father and mother.’ * Silas,’ I said, grasping his hand, ‘promise me you will | sr “not tell any living soul of this, and I will go back to Rosedale, and go to work on the farm. yee eee Seer farmer, and live and die one,’ “*I will do that, he said, and thus we parted. I returned : ‘home and told my parents that I preferred to live on the farm | with them. My good mother pressed a kiss on my brow, and | ‘thanked God that her boy had chosen to remain by her side | of Rosedale. “Oh, Robert,” she exclaimed in a soft, melodious tone of voice, “I knew you would come, and so was looking for you.” “Did you, Jessie? You never looked sweeter than now. If old Miss Simpkins was not watching us across the way I would have a kiss from those sweet lips,” and he looked as though he would give the fortune he expected to make to fold. her to his heart just one moment, “Then I wish she had- something else to watch,” said Jessie, “for I feel that it will be a long time before we meet again, Robert.” “Oh, I promise you I will come back soon, and——” “You must make no promise you cannot keep,” she said, in- all her life. She little ‘dreamed of the true cause of my re- terrupting him. “You cannot come back before the holidays, turn, and died_ in the full belief that my love for her had but you can write, Robert. Promise me that you wil! write to - brought me back. I have never been in the city since. Silas is Me at least once a week.” _ far richer than I, but I doubt if he is happier. When I look on| “Of course I will. How could I neglect to write to my queen? my broad acres and see how God has rewarded my industry I/1 would write every day if I could get the time.” rejoice that I came back to the country. He has great nerve,| “I know you would, Robert, but you won't have so much leisure time in New York. I have heard that a good bnsi- E if you can do as he did you will succeed as he did, and ness man in New York has but little leisure time. I will be * e as rich. If you do as I did he will send you home in tic a iy You know my story. satisfied if you will write regularly every week, so I can know it locked in your bosom, but forget not the lesson. Shun wine,|on what day to expect your letters.” cards . Say companions. Whatever you have to do, do it} “I will not fail to write as often as I can, darling, for it Bets ad aber your sel that you have the stuff in you for|will be a work of love,” fui business man.” “I am only afraid of one thing, Robert,” and her voice fell Ross was silent for a minute or so after his father almost to a whisper, while her eyes were cast down. hed beens sn te ee feloig arene dans thinking “What is that, Jessie, darling? What are you afraid of?” ress,” » [he asked, taking her hand in his, as they slowly wended their "he nally asked, why didn’t you turn ae a way along the pebbly walk toward the house. “i ete etdibds lacs toca country?” “That you will forget me, Robert,” was the whispered reply. ‘ Bec I did not care to battle against temptations that} “Forget you—my precious love!” TRanaker eanibe bint “I owned my defeat, retired | “Yes, Robert. Those stylish city girls are se much prettier — inane: et aa neem Now you| than the country girls that——” ‘4 ha oaatag experience has been ficep ue York. Will you} “Jessie, darling, how could I forget you when I wear you son?” __|im my heart? You are my frst,and only love. I live but for You Rave told we: I will nt for FOU. Sie = Ss beg ama Her face glowed, and er eyes shone with a happy lisht as care ) cap agiicas aptraenee tereay apts ie {ae Rok. | You won't let them steal your heart away from me, then He has| she said, co gerdeather ens hoe
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a “Oh, Robert, can you doubt my love?” and she turned her : _ great brown eyes up to his. i “No, I have never doubted you,” ee he said, “but I sometimes think it is all a dream, and that I will wake up some time and find that I really have no Jessie to love.” _ Jessie’s silvery laugh was heard by her mother in the cot- _ tage, for she laughed heartily. “Oh, I can assure you,” she said, “that I am a real live +; girl—not a shadow, but a real substance that loves you more = than words can tell.” _ “Say that again, darling,” he said, pressing her hand. “I love to hear you say such sweet things.” _ She laughed again, and then moved across to another path _ that ‘led through the roses. The stars were beginning to peep out by this time, and the Dalerasine shadows of twilight grew darker under the shade of vied the trees. __ Just as they disappeared from the main walk a dark shadowy _ form: ‘crept from a cluster of rose-bushes and passed down _ toward the gate. _ ‘That shadowy form was a man who had been listening to Most ‘of the conversation of the lovers, who, unconscious of his ae 2 had talked with their hearts as well as their lips, saying many things sacred to lovers the world over. etree as oa “SSitrncn he reached the gate the eavesdropper, or spy, passed oiselessly out upon the street and closed it softly behind him. > she has a lover?” he mtttered to himself, as he wended : up thestreet. “I had heard as much, but never dream- ‘a8 actually engaged to anyone. S’death! She shall ry him! I swear it by the stars above me this night! et die as her murderer than know that she is the wife of another, Ah, Robert Ross! I live in New York myself, and : are coming there to live. I know a thousand ways to draw ‘you in o nets from which there is no escape. Your ruin will y gain. She will not wed a man whose reputation is te as yours will be ere you have been there a year. Curse You are in my way. I will remove you from my path, iy name is not Gerald Graves.” Graves was the nephew of old Tobias Graves, of Rose- ale. His father was a retired New York banker, who indulged as in extent that ruined him morally. He was finely d; had around the world, and acquired the d manners of a gentleman. Spending a few weeks of mmer in Rosedale, he had seen and fallen in love rub ting a introduction, and ten Be Da ‘White, the belle of the village. He had} THE SHATTERED GLASS. 3 women in the world. I never saw one I could well and truly love till I saw her. I'll play a double game, and let her see that he is unworthy of her. She would never marry a man she could not respect, and if she can respect Robert Ross a year hence, it will be more than any other woman could do.” He made his way back to his uncle’s residence, and chewed the cud of meditative vengeance till midnight. In the meantime Robert and Jessie had entered the ecttage together. Mrs. White, a good, motherly woman, welcomed him only as such a woman could. He took tea with them, for —_ insisted that he should do so. “It will be many weary weeks,” she said, tea with us again.” “Why, I will be with you in heart an spirit every day, Jessie,” he replied, laughing in a very lover-like way. When the time came for him to leave, Robert bade the mother and daughter good-by, kissing both with a hearty, affectionate sincerity that completely won the widow’s heart. Returning home, he found quite a number of friends gather- ed there for the purpose of taking leave of him, and they had a regular frolic together till a late hour. At last they all retired, and the Ross family were left to themselves.. They soon went to bed, and slept till sunrise the next morning. Then the last meal was estes and preparations made to go to the depot. “My son,” said Mrs. Ross, as Robert put his arms around her-neck and kissed her, “remember what your father and mother haye taught you—to do right in all things. Shun evil companions, and take the advice of your Uncle Silas whenever you need it. Good-by, and may God bless and protect you.” She kissed him, and then, woman-like, sat down and cried. No wonder, for there is no love like a mother’s love. She never ceases to love, though all the world might spurn her son or da The father and two sisters then took leave of him, after which he set out for the depot, which he reached just in time to meet the fast express train for New York. “You have no time to lose, my son,” said Mr. weaves aboard as soon as you can. Good-by, and God bless you.” Robert shook hands with his father, and hastened to board the cars, He had not been two minutes in his seat ere he felt a fa- miliar slap on his shoulder. Looking up. he beheld the tall form of Gerald Graves stand- ing beside him. “ere you will take “Get too?” “Yes," was the quiet reply. “I received a ‘telegram last night which compels me to return, Glad I met you. We can have some fun together in New York.” Rob and Gerald had been acquainted for some months, but were never on very familiar terms. But Graves’ present cordiality made an impression on Rob so pleasant that he in- vited him to share his seat. st les ye damages gna cae a enani lew mer Rob's new departure. “The city is the place for a young man of spirit and ‘am- See bition,” said Graves. “There is more to be seen there in one gave him “ay than in the country In ten years Fortunes are often — made there in an hour.” “a “And often lost tn the same short space of time, eh?” Rob \ “Hello, Graves!” he exclaimed. “Are you going to the city,
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ea NA o ina gayi eal thaiia “worth obi in Now wack my dear boy,” he said, “if you talk that way ih New York they’ll set a commission of surgeons to examine you to test your sanity. The bulls and bears of Wall Street war against each other all the time. When one goes up the other goes down, and the winner scoops the pile. To say you would not enjoy a fortune made by a rise in stocks is to tell people that your brain is soft somewhere. Oh, no. To live in New York one must have money. Everybody in New York works for money—that is, those who want more than they have got. A business man toils all through the day, and in the evening aanceaee an hour or two of amusement, then 7 cats ee a) = cm. ee en ae “But all business men don’t do that way, do they?” Robert asked, “Every man has his own peculiar way of getting rest and recreation,” was the reply. “Some seek it at the opera or theater, while others go to the billiard-table, some to their bottle of wine and paper in the quietude of their own homes —éevery man to his own way, but they all do it. They must _ have rest and recreation, or they could not stand the immense strain on the mind as well as muscle.” The most of this was news to Robert, and so he asked: “Do they allow their clerks to do that way, too?” “That depends upon the character of the clerk,” was the adroit reply. “If the clerk has a strong head, with sense enough to guide him correctly, they do. But if the clerk is _-@ silly fool who can’t drink a glass of wine without getting drunk they very quickly discharge him, a thing they ought to do. A man who can’t drink outright ought not to be al- lowed any privileges whatever.” “T think so, too,” assented Robert. “I think that the clerk’ who drinks any liquor at all ought to be discharged.” “Oh, that won’t do. The best business men in New York drink wine every day at their tables.” “But they don’t get drunk nor allow their employes to do so.” _ “How can a man help being drunk after drinking wine or brandy?” “Very easily. You might ask how a man can avoid being com glutton after eating dinner. The quantity has everything to do with it. Just take enough and then stop. That’s the _ Way a sensible man would do.” All this was food for thought to Robert Ross. He had not been taught that before, He had been brought up in the old “agnge idea that a man must not drink any wine or ‘liquor at all, and this ‘action on the part of the wise men f Gotham was a revelation to him. “IT am glad, you told me of this,” he finally said, “as I oon neeppne a = the customs and habits of business men oa dud obs Ss aaasy a, Wier ‘ e all” right, You'll drop the thing after awhile. e you a few points that will be of service to “rot i ig al ll ea ea k me for.” ik you right now on the receipt of the oa I am most precme to get r brother clerks will guy | urden to you.” — D ou.” [the house, “What put that idea into your silly head?” ee nas “Tn| THE SHATTERED GLASS. weeks, and I’ll show you all that’s worth seeing in New York, and it shall not cost you a cent, either.” “I don’t know that I ought to go about that way.” “Why not?” “Because it is not right to-——” “Not right to walk about a city and see all the points of interest? My dear sir, you will make a sad mistake if you let any of your acquaintances hear you talk that way. It won't do, you know. They would laugh at you until you would be driven to desperation. Who in thunder told you it was wrong to ride or walk about the town and see the sights?” “My father toid me to attend to business; stay at home and keep out of bad company.” “All of which is good advice as he meant it. He did not mean to say that you were not to get acquainted with the city, but to stay at home rather than to run about in the company of dissolute companions, and he was right.” “Yes; I think that was what he meant. Of course I must get acquainted with the city, or I will always be a green- horn.” “Yes; you must see all that is worth seeing in the city. Just let me show you around, and you will know the whole city in a fortnight. There are not many places in New York that I don’t know something about.” The villain thus succeeded in worming his way into the confidence of our hero ere they reached the city. Robert had ‘promised to go with him to visit places of interest as soon as he got settled down to business. “I want to go direct to Uncle Silas’ house,” Robert said, when the train drew up at the Grand Central depot. “I'll get a carriage and send you right up to the house,” , Gerald replied. “The driver will have no difficulty in finding the number.” Gerald procured the carriage and had the young man from Rosedale sent up to the palatial residence of his uncle, Of course Silas Ross and his family were glad to see him. They knew him well, for they had often visited Rosedale in the summertime, though he had never been in the city before. “Why, Cousin Rob!” cried pretty Celia Ross, running for- ward and hugging him in a very cousinly manner, “IT am so glad to see you. Margaret, here is Cousin Rob!” Margaret, the elder sister, ran into the parlor and greeted him in the same way her vivacious sister had done. Then came the uncle and aunt. “Ah, my boy,” said Mr. Ross, grasping his hand and shak- ing it heartily, “I am glad to see you. We were just speaking of you. Have you been to lunch yet?” Now Robert had never heard the word lunch used in Rose- dale in all his life. But he knew what it meant, all the same, and so he answered: “No, sir.” A servant was at once sent to prepare lunch for him, dur- ing which time Mr. Ross plied him with questions about the family in Rosedale. -—Robert answered in @ manner to please While he was eating lunch the pretty Celia sat in front of him, talking as fast as her tongue could wag. “Oh, I am so glad you have come, Cousin Rob,” she said. “You are just in time for the great charity ball, which comes off next week, We'll have ever so much fun there, and I'll introduce you. to ever so many nice girls.” “But I won't have time to go, will I?” he tnnocéntly asked. — “Won’t Uncle Silas keep me busy all the time?” h “Why no, you goose!” and her merry laughter rang through ~ —— r Scns poe corte eesti staged vse m he a¢ Pa
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THE SHATTERED BLASS. : 5 _ CHAPTER ll. | THE TEMPTER AND HIS VICTIM—-THE SHATTERED GLASS. . ‘ The first evening at the residence of his uncle Robert thought was the most pleasant he had ever spent in all his life. _ ~ His two beautiful cousins, Margaret and Celia, were as en- _ tertaining as well-bred city girls know how to be, and he _ thought the hours sped faster than he had ever known before. _ It was midnight before he thought it nine o'clock, and he was shown up to his room. ' The next morning he reported at the store, and his uncle sent for him to come into his private office. “Robert,” said the merchant, as soon as our hero entered the little office, “you have come to learn how to be a merchant, _ have you?” “Yes, Uncle Silas, and I am going to learn how to be one, _ too,” and the emphasis of the reply pleased the merchaut very ) ch, for it manifested pluck and determination—two great ‘ requisites in a successful business man. “That's right. Go in, now, and show us the stuff you are _ made of. If you turn out all right you can be admitted to a _ Partnership in five y 4 He then told him what his salary would be for the first year, ‘assigned him to his duties, with another clerk to initiate him ite the method of doing things. - Robert was highly pleased with everything, and being of a _ naturally vivacious temperament and quick wit, he soon made ~~ friends with all the clerks in the house, © They paid him a good deal of deference becguse le was a nephew of the head of the house, and destined to become junior member of the firm. fter he had been there a week Gerald Graves sent him a “him to meet him at the Grand Central Hotel in ___ the evening, and go with him to some place of amusement. a ret a ey eeeseene tink oe 6 ee of her you lady friends, who thought her cousin a very young man &d-excellent escort in the absence of a ore eligible catch, She had prescribed a dress suit for him, d he forthwith purchased one. Ae _ ‘The evening of the day he received Gerald Graves’ note he wae to. Celia: kis going to the theater tonight with Gerald ee it ncle ‘Silas does not think it wrong.” “Think it wrong!” she exclaimed, elevating her weet eye- ows. “Of course not. I only wish I could go with you, but ne . Two of my friends are coming to spend the evening cal g theca ote ey actor but he doesn’t seem to care anything for romper Pe parom is phe pave at Teast a 7 _tar’S y lve man,” retard bert e invite him to call some evening? 1 T be almost to death if he would.” a sand enn woud arith eur gum evening, and then left the house. w it Uncle Silas would object,” he the a npr at “Hello, Ross,” cried Graves. “I thought you had made up your mind not to come. What mate-yot so late?” “I wasn’t in a hurry, I guess,” was the reply. “I am not too late, am I?” “Oh, no. There’s no real fun in New York till ten o’clock, and from that till four in the morning.” “Well, you won't see me up till four o’clock,” said Robert. “I am too fond of sleep for that.” “I’m with you there, my boy. A clear head in the morning is a desirable thing; hence I make it a general rule to go to bed at a regular hour.” They went out to a theater—the first one Roberl was ever in—and the time soon passed. Robert was pleased—-charmed would be a better term for it—and he thought life in the city far preferable to one in the country.” “Now tell me,” Graves said, “if you can see any harm in what you have seen and heard to-night?” “No,” said Robert. “I can see no harm whatever in it.” “Neither can anyone else, except those in the little country towns who have never seen anything of the kind. Come on with me now, and I'll show you one of the small elephants of New York.” “Isn't it too late to go anywhere else to-night?” Robert asked, consulting his watch. “Thunder, no! Hayen’t you a night-key?” “Yes.” “Then come,” and taking him by the arm Graves almost carried him along by force, and in a few minutes he entered one of the largest billiard-saloons in the city. Robert was astounded af the great number of tables and the brilliant lights. At least a hundred people were smoking, drinking, and playing billiards. Robert had often seen the game in Rosedale, and had played -—or tried to—a few times. There was but one billiard table in Rosedale, which was kept in a quiet kind of a place. . This place in the city, however, exceeded in extent and magnificence anything he had ever dreamed of. “How’s this, eh?” Graves asked, on seeing an expression of Robert's face. “It beats anything I ever saw,” least fifty tables here.” “Yes, fully that many, and you would be astonished at the number of wealthy business men playing here nearly every evening. I tell you it’s the greatest recreation in the world to an overworked business man. I’ve seen your uncle in here many a time.” “Thunder!” gasped Rob. billiards.” he said. “There must be at “I didn’t know he ever play “Of course you didn’t. People in Rosedale never know what is going on in New York.” More food for thought for our hero. Everything looked so plausible as Graves explained it. _ “Hello, Graves!” exclaimed a flashily-dressed man who came up to where they were standing. night?” : ‘ “No, I guess not,” was the reply. “I have a friend in Wrecker, Mr. Ross.” about the amusements of New York city. “Do you play billiards, Mr. Ross?” the judge asked. _ “I don’t think I really understand the game as it is played , inna bocivd said Robert, shaking his head. “Will you try a game to- — The two men shook hands, and then began a convergation im charge here whom I am showing around. My friend Judge
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* “Of course, play*a game or two,” said Graves. “I'll wait for you.” In a weak moment he accepted the challenge and took down a@ cue. Judge Wrecker selected one also, and called for the balls. A man promptly put on the balls, and the game commenced. Robert really had a fondness for the game, and was no mean _ player. Wrecker played badly, and Rob won easily. “You play very well indeed, Mr. Ross, for one out of prac- tice,” remarked the judge. = “T didn’t know I could play so well,” ing good-naturedly. . “Well, let’s try another game; I think I can beat you yet.” “All right,” said Robert. _ While the second game was progressing the judge ordered - champagne for the party. — ___It was brought, but Robert declined to drink. “Not drink champagne!” exclaimed the judge, staring at him as though he was a decided curiosity. “TY neyer drink intoxicating liquors,” said Robert. “Give me your hand on that, Mr. Ross. I never fail to rec- ognize a good example and follow it. ‘Take this away, and ‘bring us a bottle of cider, waiter.” “Oh, I cat drink cider,” said Robert. that never makes a fool of a man.” The sparkling cider was brought. It was really the same _ champagne that had been sent bacik. aa _ Robert took up one of the glasses, and drank it down, _--—s “'That’s the finest cider I ever tasted,” he said, as he sot his _ glass back on the waiter. _ “Yes, they have the best at this place,” ah ie the judge. “will you have another glass of it?” “Well, I don’t mind if I.do.” _ The second glass quickly followed the first one, and then the game. went on. - ~ Robert felt the effects simabt inatantly; but never suspected ‘that. alcohol was the _activé principle at work, : He grew lively, witty, and vivacious, and, after the game, ‘wanted to play another. “No,” said Graves, “not too much at one time. We have other places to visit tonight, and so had better be going. We'll you here’ to-morrow evening, “0 wi and have another returned Rob, laugh- “That’s something - judge shook bands with both, Sy canis Spe 2 to cultivate Robert’s acquaintance. i That's one of the most eminent judges in the State,” marked Graves, as they emerged upon the street, “I saw every one in the house wondering who the young man T am glad you 3 who was playing with Judge Wrecker. made a good impression on | ” sie e shall we go now?” Robert asked. Seen es eo te | both have a head on us to-morrow morning + sia the way apo he manson of he Sno au 4. Ti y if to meet at the same coe % ] ae pie. Aaya ue en is would er a but Ges wail n had better go home,” he said, “and get some| : _ THE SHATTERED GLASS. The next morning Rob had a bit of a head on him, but He attributed it to the late hour he kept. “Tl soon get over that,” he hesitatingly remarked. “One cannot afford to know nothing in New York, and I am deter- mined to get acquainted with all the big men that Graves knows.” That night, and for a week, every evening, he met Graves, and went about the city with him, always winding up at the Billiard Palace, as the place was called. Judge Wrecker was always there to challenge him to a game of billiards. i He soon became an adept at the game, and could play as well aS many professionals, and as for drinking, he took champagne under the impression that it was sparkling cider, which, Judge Wrecker had told him, was the drink used by the best temperance people in the city. One evening they dropped in at the Billiard Palace, and took a game or two, and had several glasses of the bogus cider. Nearly every table in the establishment was occupied. Rob- ert and Graves took off their coats, and entered into the game with -all the earnestness imaginable. With each game they took a drink of the treacherous champagne, and the result was a bad case of intoxication for Robert. Graves wanted to stop playing when he saw how full Robert was getting, for he did not wish to have him do any- thing that would cause his uncle to remove him before he had completely ruined him. “One more game,” said Rob. “Just (hic) one more game.” “T guess we'd better stop,” said Graves, puiting up his cue, and going for his coat. Another man took his cue to play with a friend who was waiting for Robert’s. cue. “Come; Rosg,” said Graves. “Let’s go out and take a walk.” “No, I want:to (hic) play billiardsh,” was the reply. “You’ve played enough,” said the stranger who was waiting to take his place. “Let somebody else have a show, won't you?” “You go to (hic) grass,” retorted Robert, angrily. “You're no gentleman, sir,” returned the stranger, bristling up.. “I won’t-go to grass for you er any other jackass!” There was a man passing with a tray full of beer glasses at that moment. ._He got before Robert just as the latter made a — ‘spring at the stranger, and was sent rolling on the floor, scat- tering the glasses in every direction. Robert fell with him. When he rose to his feet half a hundred men had gathered around the spot, Both men rose to their feet mad as hornets. Robert sought the man he was offended with. The beer man tried to strike Robert, and a dozen pitehed in to help preserve the peace. A disinterested |spectator would have thought it a free fight in which every man struck his nearest neighbor. Suddenly there was a glass thrown. It flew through the air and struck the head of the man who had insulted Robert. Down went the head, and the glass was shattered into 4 . | dozen pieces. _*“Murder!” shrieked a voice, and instantly the combatants ceased struggling to glare at each other. ae ‘THe WAGES OF DRINK—homeRT Ross’ DEsPATE, ” The excitement was so great that no one seemed for a min- ‘to hoe ; 5 ,
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_ “Who throwed that glass?” L Of course no one answered. 7 They continued to stare at each other, as though expecting _ some one of their number to own up and surrender. “Jim Dodd is killed!” cried a voice in the crowd; and then there was a scattering, followed by a massing of the men present, Some seemed eager to get away, others appeared more eager to press forward ant get a look at the dead man, if - he was dead, It was at that moment that Gerald Graves clutched Rob- ert Ross’ arm, and- whispered in his ear: -_ “What have you done? Come away, quick! or it will be “too late!” q Robert seemed like one i a dream. He made no attempt | to move away from the spots but permitted Graves to lead him F away. - “You have killed him!” Graves whispered to him, as soon as they reached the street, “and must get away, or you'll be _ arrested!” “Killed him!” groaned Rob, now completely sobered by the terribig situation in which he found himselt. - “Yes; you broke a beer glass on his head. His head is re _ as badly broken as the glass is. I never saw such a fool in my ites” and Graves carried him hurriedly along the street, as if Se ctnand anxious to save him the penalty of the law. ~ In the meantime Jim Dodd lay on the floor of the Billiard SS Beings. as one dead. om The men crowded around, and gazed upon the unconscious _ form as though a dead man was a sight seen only once or ie in a lifetime. : ___No one saw, or noticed Robert Ross when he left the saloon, Bae so busy were they all in looking at the face of the dead man. rs ‘of Doda. knelt on the floor, and Placed his hand on the heart Dodd. he'desd?”.», voloo asked, in halt whisper. he is,” was the a “Arrest the murderer, bso i THE SHATTERED GLASS. x % Just then two policemen, who had been summoned in from the street, came up and took charge of the body. “Who did this?” one of them asked. “Rob Ross!” responded a dozen at once, so strongly were they all impressed by the absence of our hero. “Who is he?” No one knew. “Where does he live?” No one could tell. “He clerks for Ross.& Co.,” said someone in the crowd. That was as much as any of them knew. An ambulance came, and the dead body was taken away. Then the police commenced making inquiries about Robert Ross. They could not learn much. But they ascertained that he lived with his rich uncle up on Fifth avenue, and forthwith they repaired to the merchant's residence to arrest the young man. A guard was set around the house, and a search at all the ferries was ordered. Gerald Graves carried Rob home with him. “The police will go at once to your home to arrest you,” he said. “Come to my quarters and stop there till you can get out of the city.” “My God!” groaned poor Rob. this.” “Against what?” “Going round New York of nights and visiting drinking places. I’ve been drinking myself. 1 was drunk, and did not know what I was doing.” “Why did you drink so much. I never get drunk myself.” “I didn’t know it would make me drunk.” “Well, you’ve been tight nearly ‘very night this week. I should think you ought to know something about it by this time.” ; Robert could make no reply. He could only groan in the deepest anguish: “Oh, my poor mother! “I was warned against all My poor father! It will kill them! Jocked.up-and at each other. | Uncle Silas will send me home, and——” t glass?” a dozen 2 asked: at mee, “The court will either send you to State’s prison or the _ “Yes, who threw y the glass?” gallows,” put in Graves, interrupting him. “I would not wait _ They looked at each other again, but made no answer. for it, if I were in your place. I would go to Europe, Cali- “Who saw it thrown?” one man asked, looking around. | fornia, or some other place, where they could not find me. I'd © g ~ eto lo, pareua oye eeanman '. |never wait to be arrested and tried Yor my life.” r “I—I—<don’t remember throwing the glass,” said Rob, turn- a , and then the man who had laid his|ing deathly pale. : 4 | over the dead mau’s heart asked: “But a dozen men saw you throw it. You were too drunk pega eta parapet aatriteed ya ' to know what you were doing.” uf “I didn’t,” said one. — : : “Did you see me throw it?” ae ‘or I—nor I!” chorused every” man in the ures ; “Yes, I did!” 4 at ‘strange,” quietly remarked the man, looking over} Robert groaned in the deepest depth of his soul. 3 wd. “I never saw anything like it in my life’ Every} “Oh, my God! I don’t know anything about it. I don’t be- § “ions Og ohn ena arora ge Et a lieve I threw it.” 7 ‘here 9 Yesronlis peainar pee pestesea PA ¥ to know what he was doing?” : $But whee @ dosen:men sweat that you did Fret it you will be obliged to believe it. At least the court and jury will ‘believe it, and that will settle the case against you. It’s too es ‘|bad! Too bad!”™ ne Robert followed Graven to his bachelor senior ect and the | door was locked. — “Don’t be uneasy about anyone pepthls here,” said Graves. ' a eels one ots empeR gh Dir Wrararae mites : | “These are my private quarters, which but few of my friends know of. There’s no danger here. You could atay & month mn on and never get/found out.” Tat ; : eu Bey Sees Robert drew a long breath of coiltt and eank: down into an easy chair. His face was ashen pale. He was the picture ~ Mr “£3 for now the words of his father came to his
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longer. “I was warned of all this! I did not know I was doing it. Oh, why cannot I die and end all this? I would ie rather die than look my parents in the face again. And she! _. —what will she say? Oh, Jessie!—Jessie! I’ve broken your "4 heart and lost you forever!” ¥: He buried his face in his hands, and rocxed to and fro in an agony of distress painful to behold. x digg a s CHAPTER V. i. THE SCHEMING VILLAIN. Gerald Graves watched the griefstricken young man, and < occasionally put in a word of consolation. Pe “You needn’t take it so hard,” he said. absence will settle it so you can return.” ' “But I will stand accused of murder,” Robert said, “and my absence will be evidence of guilt. I ought not to run away.” “Well, if you prefer hanging, or a life term in prison, you _ @an take your choice,” Graves remarked. “As for me, I’d rath- er kill a dozen men and be branded as the worst fiend in 3 the world, than suffer the penalty for one murder. No, sir; no sickly sentimentality for me.” Robert groaned again. He knew that Graves was right—that all that a man hath will he give for his life. a -“You must stay here for a few days,” Graves said, after a pause, “and I will see how things are working. I will do all I - can to help you get away. If you need money I will let you / have as much as you want, so don’t trouble yourself about _ that.” “Oh, it’s not that--not that!” sobbed Robert; “it’s the dis- Ns Brace I’ve brought on my’ parents and sisters. They love ties so, and counted so highly on my future. My poor father “A few years of vive it I would rather die than. live!” _ Graves was astonished at his grief, and cananntin about Hacepaies team, datinea lasisenves th bis burere where _ Robert could see it, and began to undress for bed. ; hse. code Amok logeennmrapinndaed and seize the revolver. "Glick, eli! 5 le - Another brief moment pa the muzzle of the deadly weapon wa placed against his forehead. : “epehaende genta lug beats Saeed abe rs mag is "The next moment he struck the weapon, knocking it up, causing it to discharge its contents about an inch above his he ius Ga aes 5 wrenched the weapon from hid hand and exclaimed: ae fo, Rab Ros” = "groaned Rob, dropping into his chair again, teak} wicve:bavsibecmonh et e2koer tenatie® <<rapesoe ted ences ats cpaclany Bega pugs ici ae oy + 1 cone when on fd ht Beat THE SHATTERED GLASS. Robert did as he desired. ‘He seemed to have lost all his command of himself, and yielded everything like a child. But did he sleep any that night? Graves knew that he did not, for he heard groans and sighs all through the night. The next morning they arose and dressed themselves. Rob- ert was pale and silent. He was in the depths of despair, for he felt he had lost Jessie White forever, to say nothing of his parents and sisters, He sat down and waited till Graves was dressed for the street, “Just keep your seat,” said Graves to him, “and I’ll have a breakfast sent up for you.” “But won’t you betray my presence here?” he asked, in great apprehension. “Oh, I’ll have it brought to the back room. No one can see you here. Just be easy on that score,” and Graves went out to a restaurant, and ordered a breakfast for one sent — to his room. When the breakfast came Graves received it in person, and had it spread on a little table in the back room, after which he closed and locked the door. Then Robert sat down and ate heartily of the meal. “Won't you eat, too?” he asked of Graves. “No. Had I ordered for two I would have been suspected of harboring you. It is known that you and I are great friends, aitd that we were together last night. I will go out to another restaurant for my breakfast. If amyone knocks at the door don’t stir or say a word. I have a key, and will come in without knocking.” Graves then went out to go to another restaurant to get his own breakfast. On the way he was jubilant. “Oh,” he exclaimed, striking his left hand with his right, “I have worked this thing down fine. I'll get him out of the way and have the coast all clear to myself. She shall be mine. She would not own him as an acquaintance now, much less as a lover. She'll grieve a few months, and then pride will make her forget him. I will then etep in and secure the prize. Oh, I have got the trump cards in my own hands now. I knew I would fetch him some time, but this is better than I ex- pected, Everything works well.” He went down the street some distance to a sabeshten? he was not in the habit of patronizing, and there took his break- fast. ‘ Not for months had he felt so satisfied with the course of human events as on this morning. Everything tasted good to him, and his conscience never once upbraided him. In fact, he never had any trouble with his conscience in his life, hence his digestion was not in any way impaired by reason of the condition of Robert Ross, After eating Gerald Graves returned to his a igi, and found Robert anxiously waiting for him. “Did you bring a paper with you?” Robert eagerly asked, the moment the door opened. “No,” was the quiet reply of the false friend. “It is best for you not to see the papers this morning, my dear friend. There is nothing for you to do but to disguise yourself and get out of the country as soon as you can. You don’t want to go to court and from there to the gallows.” “Gerald Graves,” said Robert Ross, straightening himself up to his full height, “I never threw that glass. I can now Sabery: fore wenetg hh gid ea emaguanedemnege qnsy 2
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THE SHATTERED GLASS. ears 9 : “Bob,” said Graves, shaking his head, “you were too full to know what you were doing. I saw you when you hurled the glass, and so did a dozen others. In court we would be com- _ pelled to tell the truth, even though our best friend perish ‘ in consequence. My advice to you is this: Write letters to ~ your parents, and leave them with me to deliver, and then leave the country. They would rather know that you were a wanderer somewhere in the wide world than lying where the - hangman would put you. You can disguise yourself to-night and leave the city, and I will give you money enough io take you to any part of the world you wish to go,” ; “T will think about it during the day,” he said. “I hardly __ know what to do. I did want to see the papers and know the Pi worst.” ; “Which would only make you feel all the more keenly your position. Just let the papers alone.” . Graves spent the greater part of the day with him, and _ then went out in search of a disguise for him. He returned, after an hour’s absence, with a wig and beard. _ “These will so change your appearance,” he said, as he laid _ them on the table before him, “that your own mother would . not know you.” _ Robert took them up and looked at them in profound silence _ for nearly a minute. _ “Yes,” he said, “I think they will conceal my identity, ae ae : “But what?” “Nothing,” and he turned to the glass to adjust the beard _ and wig on. * Gtaves looked on in silence for a minute or two, and then remarked: | = “You mynst have your hair cut, in order to make the wig set —? ‘4 bs ae sat se at Won't ia te Wits ateenaiie * “No. I can do it myself,” and with that Graves took a small ro 35 from his bureau and proceeded to cut all the hair off Robert’s head. In a few minutes he had the floor ; oo essen tg aga it hailing ¥ Graves. eas you can walk the streets of New York with- - a fear of detection.” | —we : Rots,” Graves call.” “You had Poi a Na “You will leave tonight?” | “Gerald Graves!” he faltered. “I will never forget your kindness, and you may rest assured that I will repay that money. It will be a sacred thing with me.” “Ah! I know you well enough to know that, Ross,” Graves replied. “Just sit down and write the acknowledgment, and I will give you the money right now. I would as soon think of going back on my brother as you.” _ “N. Y¥., June 18, 18—. “Received of Gerald Graves the sum of five hundred dollars, as a loan ‘to a friend,’ which I agree to repay as soon as cir- cumstances will permit. Robert Ross.” “There, will that do?” he asked, handing the paper to Graves. “Yes,” was the reply. “It’s all right,” and he folded up the note and put it in his pocket. Then he counted out the amount in gold and gave it to him. “I will buy your ticket myself to-night at the ferry,” ed. “Where do you want to go?” — “I don’t know. Where ought I to go?” “Go to Texas and write to me. Your letters to your parents would be opened by detectives, and lead to your arrest. Change your name, and in your letters méntion no names, so. you cannot be traced up. I will deliver any message you may wish to send.” Robert buried his face in his hands. He could not endure the pain of leaving all his friends forever. He finally wrote a letter to his father, in which he denied in the most emphatic manner that he threw the glass at Dodd or any one else. He said: “I am accused of it, however, and understand that several persons are ready to swear that I did; hence I am going away until time and circumstances shall vindicate me. I hardly know what to say about not being on my guard after the impressive warning you gave me. One thing I can say in he add- all sincerity, and that is, I didn’t mean to forget all you had — told me. I was not aware that I was not doing right till it was too late. New York has been too much for me, and when I am vindicated, as I surely will be some day, I will go ona farm as you did, and never visit the city again. Forgive me, father, mother, for my heart is breaking. My friend, Mr. Graves, will hand you this. Your son, ; “Robert Ross.” Robert sealed the letter, addressed it to his father at Rose- dale, and gave it to Graves. _ Graves looked at it, and asked: “Is this all?” »* Yes,” = ‘ “Have you no message or note to be delivered to anyone else?” : “No.” ' A look of surprise came into Gerald Graves’ face. He expected that Robert would give him) a letter to Jessie White, and was astonished that he did not. “Be careful, Ross,” he said. “Don’t go to writing to any of _ your relatives or friends through the mail. It would surely lead to your detection and arrest even in China.” “All right, Graves. Twill not-write to:anyone bet you when I leave New York,” Stil enn wih Aim A etd thn somo SP RN a ae rhe» Ny alae
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140 “Ross Roberts,” he said. to my ears like some other name would.” “Very good; I like that. Don’t fail to write and let ne know how you get on when you stop and settle down.” “When they reached the ferry, Graves purchased a ticket to | Galveston, Texas, for him, and waited to see him off the train. shed, and then Graves started to return to the city. “Ah! That clears the coast for me now!” he mentally ex- claimed, as he made his way back to the ferryboat. “I can go I was his son’s friend when he most needed a friend, and _ she will not be long ignorant of it. It will give her a tender feeling toward me, and that is all I want. With him out of the way I will not fail to make the impression I desire to make. Oh, I have played it fine!” ~ But Robert was doing some very hard thinking in the mean- time. “I don’t half like this running away,” he muttered to himself ere the train had reached Newark. “FE don’t believe I threw that glass. I know I Was not so very drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing. I know I didn’t throw it; but my running away will make everybody believe that I did. Hanged if I don’t go back, change my disguise, and stay in the city till | find out more about this thing. I can’t understand how such a good friend as Gerald Graves can swear that I threw that glass. There’s something wrong about it. I'll take the next ae back from Philadelphia.” On reaching Philadelphia, he promptly bought a return ticket, and by breakfast time was back again in the city. i; The first thing he did was to visit a costumer’s and change his beard and wig for another color. “Graves himself won’t know me now,” he said, as he walked omen; the street again. “I'll get a breakfast, and then hunt up some of those fellows who were present when that glass Spt thrown.” _Batering @ restaurant, he ordered steak and a cup of While ‘eniiniae for it a stout, muscular looking man came up and took a seat at the same table with him. He eyed our hero very closely for several minutes, and then remarked: “You came in from Philadelphia this morning, sir.” Pasion was dumfounded. -He' had changed costumes since eo gras and yet this man him. 5 4 _ “"y—I—yes,” he replied in a stammering kina of way. Ag “*And changed your disguise since reaching the city.” “Yes; who in the thunder are you?” “I am a detective,” was the quiet reply. ‘Robert turned ashen pale for a moment, but the next moment regained his self-possession. : ‘The detective smiled very blandly, and said: ‘Of course you are my prisoner.” “Of econ be sagt hissed Robert, drawing a revolver, Daw ae gasped: rch out!” hissed Robert. THE SHATTERED GLASS. j mate pom te up both hands, asked, sarcastically. “That will not sound strange | not understand what it was about; hence they stood with open mouths, and glared at Robert and the detective in silence. When the man reached the door, Robert said to him: “Keep on now, or you'll get more lead in your head than you can carry. So RCe “All right,” replied the detective. “Only be careful with They shook hands just as the train moved out of the car that iron.” 5 “I am not careless, as you must know,” returned Rob, and ' then he quickly turned and dodged into the doorway of a ‘saloon, which he entered, passed through, as if to go to the to his father, give him his letter, and thus prove to him that | rear, and ‘made his exit to a side street. “Ah!” he ejaculated; “I am out of that scrapé, and very nicely, too. Didn’t know I had so much nerve and decision. Hanged if I didn’t think he had me bagged for the Tombs. How in the world did he penetrate my disguise? That's what I’d like to know. I’ve got to change again, clothes and all, so he can’t recognize me when me meet. I am going to find out who threw that glass and clear myself from the charge of mur- der. If I let ’em catch me and lock me up I won’t have any chance to find out who did throw it.” During the few moments of mental converse with himself, Robert lost no time in getting away from that dangerous locality. He knew the detective would soon tumble to the game and begin the chase anew, with ie weiss half a hundred excited citizens at his heels. Running down the street, he turned into a second-hand cloth- ing store. Of course a son of Abraham kept it. “TI want a suit of clothes for a man about my size,” to the dealer. ~ “Mine. frent,” said the delighted Jew, “I haf got dem glose vot vos mate for you. I haf geep dem glose all de times for you. Dis way. I shoost knew you vould goom mit der monish for dem.” A He led the way fnto the rear end of the little store, and showed him suit after suit of clothes, either too small, too large, or too old. “TI guess you haven’t got what I want,” Robert said, after looking about for upwards of half an hour. “Mine gracious!” exclaimed the Jew. “I haf got dem glose someveres. Shust vait un’ see auf I tole you von lie apout it,” and he produced another batch of ready-made suits. Robert carefully examined them, and selected a suit that would make him as complete a country boy in appearance as he could wish. They would so alter his general make-up that he re- solved to try them. “What's the price?” he asked. “Feefiy tollar.” Robert looked at the old blade to see if he really meant what he said. / The bland smile on the face of Israel assured him that he had heard aright. But he did not know that the Jew had inferred from the haste in which he entered the store that a pressing necessity he said of some kind had accelerated his movements, and that a change of clothes was very necessary to him. The old Jew had dealt with such customers before. “Fifty dollars, did you say?” Robert asked. “Yash, mine frent, an’ dey vos dirt sheap at dot brice.” “But wouldn't you be satisfied with one hundred?” Rob Israel looked up and gave another bland smile. = _ : “So hellup me, Moses!” he said. “IT didn’t vos know you got — so much nrgel i i i i i i i
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THE SHATTERED GLASS. is vort feefteen tollar. Dem bolice don’t vos know you in dem -glose, my frent, un’ you shoost go up mit dem an’ shooken - hants, an’ dey don’t vos know you.” Robert saw that the clothing dealer knew the situation, and _ that he was resolved to fleece him.» “Look here, old son of the brimstone-burner,” he whispered, “I'll just give you twenty-five dollars for this suit, and you must get me a wig and beard besides.” ” “Moses an’ Aaron!” gasped the Jew, holding up both hands in holy horror. “I ves gifen glose avay. dis time.” _ “Neither am I giving fifty dollars for ten-dollar suits,” 're- turned Robert. “Get the wig and beard—red, you understand _—and you can have your money. Come, be lively.” “So hellup me, Shacob, I vos not——” - Robert wheeled on him and hissed: - “That's all I can pay. You think I have more. 1 will cause a _ funeral in Israel if you don’t move up lively!” ‘ “Och! dot vos pad,” and the old sinner pulled out a secret _ drawer, from which he selected a red beard and wig. _ Robert quickly tried on two, and then found himself suit- ed. “You ean have the old wig and beard,” he said, “But the _ other clothes you must keep till I call for them. Here's your " - money.” He handed the old rascal twenty-five dollars, and then has- tily: donned the suit he had just bought. The change was a woe decided one, and Robert felt perfectly safe for the time x “Ah!” said the Jew. know ‘you? ~ « “Oh, T'll have a little fun and then bring the wig atid beard _ back to you,” said Rob. “I don’t care anything about the po- oo It’s a joke on some friends I am playing.” _ The Jew smiled, wagged his head, and said: See no'schoke, mine frient. Auf you blay dem schokes von din ‘doo much dere vill pe nodings to bay mit you.” P _ Robert left the store, and walked out on the street again. He had now no fears of the detective, so he concluded to make just “Dat ish goot. Your own farder won't . “80 sud za) Rives hassurpried We Total the pollse very. xnoping the ‘P00 > back. Everybody who passed wanted to know what every- = Pe re sare atime ay ional: Seer ee ee er he had arrested, and the police were trying to get on track of the fugitive, and keep the street open besides. obe! elbowed his way through the crowd, and entered the “restaurant, where he took a seat at a table; called ties ‘kia aa ity proceeded to dispose of it. = | the matter here?” he asked of the waiter, when the pesant a cull,” replied the waiter, “and got | it ‘all, not being familiar with Ro Berges trating : , detective was detailing his pus var with a certain} cakaana ia i dhabotaahy: the crowd, and il at your head is one of the most powerful persuaders in the’ world. I never argue against ’em.” “I guess you are right,” remarked Robert, passing out on the street. “What was the fellow up to, anyhow?” “Oh, he was wanted for good-cause. Just wait till I get my eyes on him again. He took me rather sudden that time. I'll get in some of my quick work next time, you bet,” and the man walked off up the street, looking sharply to the right and left for a glimpse of the man who had turned the tables on him, not dreaming that the country-dressed man he was just talking to was the one he was in search of, CHAPTER VIII GERALD GRAVES IN ROSEDALE—ROBERT ROSS’ LETTER, On the morning that our hero returned to New York from Philadelphia, resolved to sift the mystery to the bottom and free himself from the charge of murder, Gerald Graves, think- ing his victim was speeding away Texas-ward, took the cars for Rosedale. He had with him the letter Robert had written to his fath- er, and to him he intended to make his first visit. “They will soon let Jessie White know all about it,” he mut- tered to himself, “and that will pave the way for me when I see her again.” Of course the news had preceded him to Rosedale. Every- body in the village had heard that Robert Ross had killed a man in New York, and fled to parts unknown. As every one in Rosedale liked Robert, all were more or less distressed about it, and the moment Graves stepped out on the platform of the Rosedale depot, the villagers commenced pelting him with ques- tions. : “It was a sad affair, gentlemen,” he remarked, shaking his head and looking as though he was very sorry indeed. “But Bob Ross is as innocent of any intent to kill Jim Dodd as you or I. Bob didn’t even see him when he threw the glass. There was so many mixed up in the fight that he threw the glass at the crowd, not at anyone in particular. He is perfectly heartbroken over the situation.” “But where is he?” one asked. “I know where he is, but would suffer death rather than give him away. I couldn't stand and see him carted off ta State prison for a crime I know he didn’t mean te commit.” He then went away, knowing that his words would be re- peated all over Rosedale in a few hours, and was soon at the home of Robert Ross, now a supposed fugitive from justice. He knocked at the door, and was met by Mrs. pees noe did not know him. “Ts Mr. Ross at home?” he asked. : , “Yes, sir, but notin the house,” was the reply. “She appeared to be very much alarmed, suspecting res of being a New York detective. _ “I would like to see him, ma’am,” he said. “I sek ata ig a 2 ee i iba gene te he Se son, and——”" The onbapry mother pressed her hand on her heart, and || said, huskily: | _ “I am his mother! hs Br goee Ser) may Seay tor! © ene en broke down entirely. Pa pear Graves Oe. : . 7
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THE SHATTERED GLASS. “Oh, mother!” she cried, running forward, “what’s the mat- ter? Are you ill?” -Mrs. Ross waved her hand and whispered to her: “Take me to my room—send for your father.” “Where is the room?” Graves asked, taking her in his strong arms. Nellie led the way into her mother’ FASPOM, and he follow- ed, bearing her in his arms. Laying her on the bed, he asked, turning to Nellie: “Where is your father?” “Out in the orchard!” and darting out of the room, left him standing by the side of the bed. Mr. Ross came in a minute or two later, and recognized Graves. “Ah, Graves,” he exclaimed, “what's the matter? all this about? Nellie, what ails your mother?” “I have a letter which Robert gave me to place in your hands,” replied Graves, handing him the letter which Robert had given him. Mr. Ross’ hand trembled like a leaf as he took the letter, and tore it open. The well-known handwriting of his beloved son brought tears to his eyes, so much so that he could not read the letter. _ “Daughter,” he said, in a husky tone of voice, “read it; I can’t see the words.” ; Nellie took the letter, and. read it through. Graves heard every word of it. - When he declared his innocence his mother burst into tears ig again and cried out: 1 ES 3 ‘knew it! I knew my poor boy was innocent.” “Yes, he is innocent,” said Mr. Ross, “for Robert never told a lie in his life. He was in bad company, and now suffers in consequence,” and he wiped the tears away, and choked back the sobs that came up from his overcharged heart. Nellie read on to the end, and then looked up at Gerald ers with tears in her eyes. Mr. Graves!” she exclaimed, “may God bless you for "your kindness to my poor brother.” . Miss Ross,” he said. “Robert vis my friend. I . would have gone to prison for him myself had it been neces- _Sary to save him,” and he pretended to brush away a tear from his eye, “Oh, we can never forget you, Mr. Graves,” said Nellie, giv- ing him her hand. “My poor brother needed a friend and found one in you.” jod bless you, sir!” sobbed Mrs. Ross, burying her face in i sand falling back on ‘the bed in a violent paroxysm ili thok bis Ga ad tid, te a eawkind vOtce: . ; boy was not strong enough for the temptations of New York. I feared greatly for him, but this is worse than my "most gloomy forebodings.” is truly unfortunate, Mr. Ross,” said Gerald, returning essu of his hand. — “But I have hopes that it will turn H right in the end. ‘Time may prove his innocence, I of my own knowledge, though I saw the glass thrown, ge ken esrene ghia yd He meant no harm to an accident, pure and simple; i hexiegralign ea a vital part and proved fatal.” ae or be Bead asin: Bape Sadie teats peat ee py ceed would be safer to Te What's lapse of several minutes of profound silence. }secrets from each other. 1 Naito ed in the future, as they may set a detective after my mail. Of course, if he has any particular friend whom you can trust with the secret, it would be all right; but I advise you to be very particular about it.” “Yes, yes; we will let,only one other know of it. Poor Jessie! Poor Robert!” and the father pressed. down a sob, and paced round the room, as if active exercise was necessary to enable him to keep control of himself. “I will go to my uncle’s,” said Graves, “and to-morrow © will go back to the city. Any message you may wish to have delivered to Robert I will do so as soon as I hear from him.” “Oh, how can we ever thank you enough for your kindness, | Mr, Graves?” said Nellie. “I know God will bless you, wher- ~ ever you go, for your kindness to my poor brother.” “IT am repaid a thousandfold already, Miss Ross, in the happiness of seeing you and your parents satisfied with what I have done. I will call again to-morrow morning, to get any message you may want to send.” Nellie followed him to the door, and showered her thanks upon him again. “By George!” exclaimed Graves to himself, as he walked briskly down the street, “if I did not love Jessie, I could adore Nellie. Both are beautiful enough to sit beside a king. I never dreamed I was so hard-hearted and such a good actor. © It’s the prize that is at stake that enables me to pull through. — Ah, Jessie! They will tell you all about what a good friend © I am to Robert Ross, and it will touch your heart, as it did theirs. I'll bide my time. You shall yet be mine. I never let © go when I once get a grip.” . ; No sooner had Gerald Graves gotten well out of the way | than Nellie Ross put on her hat and hastened to the cottage _ of the Widow White. § She found Jessie sick in bed from the terrible blow the news of Robert Ross’ crime had given her. “Oh, Jessie!” she cried, as she rushed into the room. is a letter from brother, and he says he is innocent!” With a glad cry, Jessie sprang up and snatched the letter from Nellie’s hand, She thought it was for her till she read “my dear father” at the beginning of it. “Oh, it’s not for me!” she exclaimed. “Yes, I brought it over for you to read. Read it.” She did read it, and her heart grew lighter as she did so. She could not believe that Robert was a murderer, and would not believe it even were it true. But when she came to where he spoke of the great friendship shown him by Gerald Graves, all the blood left her face. She' laid the letter down on her lap and looked hard at it for several minutes in the most profound silence. Nellie stood and gazed at her, wondering what she was thinking of. “Here —- CHAPTER IX. THE MAIDEN’S GRIEF AND THE VILLAIN’S SCHEME. “What are you thinking of, Jessie?” Nellie asked, after the — The two girls were the best of friends, and seldom had any | “Oh, peg she replied. “I don’t know what to think. My sei Ie: er Mate at
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Bat te we THE SHATTERED GLASS. | to Jessie and been refused; and Jessie now regretted that | She had not told Robert of it long ago, “You know he says he is innocent,” said Nellie, “and he never told a falsehood in his life. I would believe him against all the men in the world.” “So would I,” Jessie returned, “but—but——” “But what, Jessie?” _ “They may believe the other men, and—and—oh!” and bury- ing her face in her hauds again the tears flowed afresh. ~ ) “But they haven’t got the chance to do that,” protested Nellie, “He has gone away to stay till his innocence is proved.” “Alas, one cannot prove his innocence by that means. Hé only can prove it, and people will say he is guilty because he | Yan away. Oh, Nellie, my heart is breaking!” | The two girls, wrapped in each other’s arms, sobbed and Moaned for an hour. _ Suddenly Nellie arose and said: *“I'am going home to write a message to be sent to him. | Write what you will, and Mr. Graves will deliver it for you.” “No, no, no!” moaned Jessie. “Not now—not that way. I Wie sagt and write some other time.” le Ross looked at her in the greatest amazement. She not imagine what was the matter with Jessie all of a ” she asked, her voice choking with emotion, “are with Robert?” I love him! I love him!” was the almost despairing the heartbroken girl. “He is innocent. It’s all a Tuin him,” and she threw herself down on the bed au. burst into a passionate fit of weeping. could stand it no more. She turned and left the a Bio aad her way. bask home, tiga Robert’s lettcr sy Jat Wate ooked imp) tects. ber pitlow exain oho @, true Robert!” she moan know that I am partly the 13 “There’s no need of loving anyone else,” said her mother. “You don’t want to be the wife of a murderer, and——” A scream from her daughter caused Mrs, White to run to her. Jessie, on hearing her mother call, or speak of Robert Ross as a murderer, was so shocked that she had uttered a piercing shriek, and fallen in a dead faint. Mrs. White was greatly alarmed, and the family physician was at once sent for, and several hours were spent trying to restore her to consciousness. At last she opened her eyes again, and groaned piteously. She was put to bed and an opiate administered A few min- utes later she was sleeping. Giving the necessary instructions to her mother, in case of restlessness, the physician went away, and mother and daugh- ter were left alone together again. The day and night passed, and morning came. Gerald Graves, true to his promise, called on the Ross family for letters or messages for Robert. “Oh, Mr. Graves,” said Nellie Ross, her eyes red with con- stant weeping while writing the letter she handed him, “you don’t know how much we appreciate your kindness.” “And you will never know how much pleasure I experience Jin doing for a friend that which I know he would do for me,” was the reply. “Some day Robert will come out all right, and then I will be proud that I stood by him in his hour of need. Is this all you have to send him—one letter?” “Yes, sir. We all have sent him messages in that. We thought it*best not to send him more than one letter.” “Oh, there’s no more danger in a dozen letters than one,” he said, a look of disappointment stealing over his face. “I can wait if there is another who would like to write him a few l’::es. I am in no hurry to return to the city.” “You are so kind,” she returned, “but there is no other. I did go to a very dear friend of his with the letter you brought, but nothing was written.” An eager light shone in Gerald Graves’ eyes, but he dared not ask any questions. Telling Nellie that he would call again as soon as he had news of Robert, he bade her good-by, and left the house. “Oh, but it’s a fine game,” he muttered to himself, as he , all. I did ri hen you, because I was afraid it | wended his way toward the depot. “She does not want any uld make you angry. Oh, why did I not tell you all? Had more of him. Won't write to him. Going to go right back on been on friendly terms with him this would never have him. I'll sail in as soon as she has had time to recover from ed. He swore I should never marry anyone else if I the blow. Needn’t be in a hurry about it. Got all the field to not have ‘him, and now he has led you into this, and myself. Nellie ahd her parents are my best friends. Never you money to go to the uttermost parts of the earth, | had anything work so well in my lifa” . I can never see you again. Oh, I cannot write = He hastened to the depot, entered the car, and sat down to b him! He would gloat over my sorrow, and I cannot think and chuckle over the success of his diabolical plot anything but that!” “9 j against his rival. is e and paced her room like a caged bird. © | Seated in the car, he could not resist the opportunity to ain yap ane moment. Something kept urg- open and read the letter of Nellie Ross to her fugitive nei brother. : My | a a My poor Robert!” ” she kept on saying as’ It was just such a letter as a true, loving sister would write ed t 1d fro. in the room. — “He must be at the bot- to a brother in distressed circumstances. She went on to pe “a would have given anything to keep you tell of their distress and hopes and fears, expressing a belief h way. I 0 n’t do anything to keep you here—oh, ‘in his innocence. aad she me of her interview with Jessie he was glad to help you go ten thousand miles away White, saying: ®, You are. gsiaba “are sa beloved, and my, “I found her completely prostrated by the news of your em: misfortune, groaning and wringing her hands like one incon- afaned ot our boro pac to en ro solable. Oh, it was awful to see her distress! She could not — write, but said, and kept repeating it, that she loved you.” an ¥ ‘That was a damper on the archvillain’s enthusiasm. Henow tood why Jessie White would not write, or at least — #5, and he Ci wit feel so sure of an easy triumph. ee sbi York he went out of the depot, took a
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Be ad _ “By the great jumping-jack!” he exclaimed. “I’ve lost my ; purse!” The hackman gave a cynical smile, and remarked: “Maybe yer didn’t hev one, sonny?” Graves was indignant. * A common hackman talk to him, Gerald Grayes, that way! _ “I want no impudence from you, sir,” he said, stiffly. - “Waal, I want two dollars from you, an’ no lip about it, eith- er,” returned Jehu, bristling up as though he wanted to knock him into the gutter. = '“T don’t call that way. I call yer now, an’ ef yer don’t come down yer will go down yerself, understan’?” ~“Confound your impudence!” growled Graves, starting up the stoop. “I’ll make——” ; The cabman caught him and pulled him back. Words followed, and blows were about to be struck, when a .s _ young man with red hair and beard ran up and said: “Here, what's this about, eh?” a ““why, blast my eyes,” exclaimed the hackman, gazing at the ‘ yed-headed man, as if in the greatest amazement, “if this 3 ain’t red-headed Snoozer Bill!” and with that he aimed a blow -at his head with his brawny fist. The young man deftly dodged the blow, and sent one in re- turn, which the other caught on his nose, and then went ‘to oS ere a CHAPTER X. ROBERT RESCUES HIS ENEMY FROM A BEATING, Gerald Graves ‘was as thankful as he was astonished at the en change of the situation caused by the advent of the red-haired young man. _ _He glared at him, and wondered if he had ever seen or heard of him before. “Oh, I’m Snoozer Bill, am 12" the young man asked, glaring Yee the hackman, “You know me by that name, do —s by! ry 5 ae ae Blast your red top!” hidsed the hackman, -serdmbling to his r Gal Oh ce all the cussedness out of you!” wi a don’t now,” pleaded the young man, sarcastically, : don’t hurt me. I'll tell your ma—look out!” The infuriated hackman made an attempt to demolish the "young man at a single, blow. But, as at the first attempt, he __miserabl i Sat a ara can Cadell alias en. the | et | t's ‘he row its anyhow?” the young man asked, rie er astonished e fight in his behalf. Re ee ety Graves, “and | would not listen to reason when I tried to tell til iF coh go" woetatrs snd: get he money.” fare?” — wiles ot ogioa who didn’t care to try asum THE SHATTERED GLASS. the discovery that my pocket had been picked till Lab g The hackman,thought it was a put-up | him. He had a partner in Hie hhek pusiopap, te, wRpes Oy Sie 3; I] He mounted the seat in the afternoon Mecedes iti 9p pone Sk Corrs, eramiat te ant steaks 2m 1 search of t were passing along in that block at that hour, hence the whole thing was over before many knew of it. y “T am very much obliged to you, sir,” said Graves, as th hack drove off. “If you will wait till I run upstairs I will bring t the money down and repay you.” YY “All right, sir.” Graves entered.the house and shut the door. The red-haired young man walked briskly away, turning th corner, and making rapid strides down the avenue, : Two minutes later Gerald Graves appeared on the stoop with a two-dollar bill in his hand, but his benefactor was nowhere } to be seen. D He looked up and down the street, but could only see a — children and nurses who had been witnesses of the fight. 1y “Why, where did he go?” he asked of one of the pretty 0 nurses. { “He went down the avenue.” | “Did he say he was coming back again?” “I didn’t hear him say anything at all, sir.” ' Graves went down to the corner, and looked up and down th avenue, but could see nothing of him. y “Hanged if that doesn’t beat anything I ever heard of,” he i muttered, as he turned and made his way back to his quarte: “I never saw the fellow before, and he doesn’t even know my name. What can he mean by it, anyhow, I'd like to know.” e The young man made his way down the avenue, chuckling it | himself. t “T guess he’ll have something to think about for some tim to come,” he said. “That hackman would have licked him if 1 ! had not put my hand in. It’s his own money, but he doesn't = know it. I didn’t think he could penetrate this disguise. Tha rascally old Jew was right when he said my own iatae wouldn’t know me.” The reader doubtless recognizes our hero in the red-haired young man. I Robert had strolled about in the many places he and Graves had been in the habit of visiting, oxpecting ‘to find him at some of them. He made inquiry of a few, and was told that he had not been around that evening or during the day. “T’ll go round by his place in the morning,” said Robert to himself, as he went out of one of the saloons, “and see if can get a glimpse of him as he comes out of his quarters. I’ve got no particular business with him any further than to ge sight of him again. It won’t do to let him know that I am back in the city after he was so kind as to give me five hun: dred dollars to get out of the way of the sheriff. But I wan to watch the crowd he goes with, and see if I can’t find out : something about who threw that glass at Jim Dodd.” a The reader has seen how he met Graves, and rescued him from the clutches of a hackman, who would have beaten him unmercifully as a swindler, : “That was dangerous business for me,” said Rabert to him: self after he had passed several blocks on the avenue. “If he) had knocked my beard or wig off it would have given me away. and caused my arrest, and that would have spoiled eve thing.” The hackman, having gota pair of black eyes in addition his two dollars, went away vowing yengeance on the red-haire young man who had proved himself more than a match io an account of how he got his black eyes. “Oh, just let me get at him!” said the man, who had k prided himself on being the “best man in the ward.”
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ae x » “Say, cully,” he said, as he came alongside of Robert, “what's ‘yer name, eh?” “Robert looked hard at the fellow, as if to fathom his mo- tive ‘in thus accosting him on the street. “My name is Bob Hackett,” he finally replied. siete “Fam Jim Dunn. I can lick you,” replied the other. - Bob was astonished. — ‘He didn’t understand what the trouble was. “Maybe you can, and maybe you can’t,” he said. “I don’t know anything about you, nor do I want to. I am not a brize-fighter.” * _ “You licked my pard this morning,” said Dunn, “and if you'll come down to Patsy Malone’s back room I'll lick you out of your boots.” . “But why should I go down to Patsy Malone’s?” _ “I-want to lick you.” “Oh, you do, eh?” “You bet!” ¥ = “Well, I won’t go. I don’t know you from Adam’s cat. If ‘you think you can lick me there’s nothing to prevent you trom doing it right here.” “Oh, yes, there is. There’s a cop right across the street. “Who are looked at the man, and saw that he was a hard cus- 0 0; I've got nothing against you. If you attack me I’ll use eee are a ter man than I am. Keep away from Pe any more blood on my hands.” looked hard. at him a moment, and asked: : turned quickly and glared fiereely at him. fes, and on my soul, too, so keep away from me. I want ing to do with you,” and with that he turned away and|a ked up the street, leavitig Dunn standing on the curb look- as sheepish as he felt. ag was not to be balked that way. He at once maife a x up to our hero; knock him down, and z round the corner and getting take that!” —you take that!” returned Rob, deftly paren | the cea tied ‘the policeman, Sichdliy forward. ‘turned and ran down the street. The policeman which poets pursuit of the other. So ae me down.” nth officer said. “I saw the you ae ee : ae en | “Oh, then go down to papa’s store in the morning, and I am - sane Be WA give you something 10. do. He employs a great + THE SHATTERED GLASS. 15 ward Broadway again. Hundreds of young ladies were on the street shopping, or returning from shopping. Suddenly he heard a voice that sounded familiar to him, and turned around quickly to see who it was. His heart almost jumped out of his throat, for he found himself face to face with his cousin, Celia Ross. There was a look of sadness in her face, though she was talking gayly with a young lady companion of about her own age. He could not resist the temptation to follow and gaze at her sweet face, for she had been kind to him during his brie? stay with his uncle. “Oh, if I only dared to speak to her,” he said, after he had followed her a half dozen blocks, “and hear her say some kind word of me. I know Uncle Silas hgs denounced and disowned me, but I cannot blame him for it.” But he could not resist the temptation to follow her and her pretty companion up Fifth avenue toward the Ross man- sion. They never noticed the red-haired, country-looking youth that was following them so closely, and never knew of even the existence of such a person till they were attacked by a well- dressed desperado, who sprang round a corner, seized her by the shoulders, and attempted to tear her diamonds from her neck and ears. Then, as Celia Ross uttered a scream, Robert sprang for- ward and sent the villain rolling in the gutter by a tremendous blow of his fist. “Oh, thank you ever so much, sir!” cried Celia, clinging to his arm, while the ruffian scrambled to his heels and ran off with all the speed he could command. “I am glad I was*near enough to render you assistance,” said Robert, changing his voice to prevent recognition. “Why didn’t you arrest him instead of letting him get away?” the other young lady asked. “Because it would have been necessary for you two ladies to appear against him in court, and that would have been an unpleasant thing to do.” “Oh, how thoughtful of you!” the young lady exclaimed. “Will you please walk with us till we reach our home?” Celia asked. “I am so nervous after what has happened that I can scarcely walk.” “With the greatest pleasure, miss,” and he walked along- side of the two young ladies until they reached the Ross | mansion. “I am ever so much obliged to you, sir,” said Celia, “I am sure papa and mamma would thank you for what you have done.” “That is entirely unnecessary, miss,” he replied. “My mame is Bob Hackett. Think 5f me sometimes, and I will always carry your sweet faces in my memory.” “What a pretty compliment!” exclaimed Celia. “I will give you my card, Mr. Hackett, and hope we may meet again some day. I won’t forget you. Do you live in the city?” “I have inet. come to the city, and am looking for work to , and turned away, to return down the avenue. - }| “What a pity it is his hair is red,” ‘remarked Celia Ross to , Miss Ross. I may gothere a ‘And then he lifted his hat off his head, bowed .— her companion. — MA ey castor alary meth iar gg
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Be ah ; 16 THE SHATTERED, GLASS. Robert went away gloomy and as sad as one could well be under such circumstances. “How I wish I knew just what they say about me up at uncle’s,” he muttered. And then tears came into his eyes, as a still greater wish to know what they say of him at Rose- dale. A thought of his mother filled his heart with a pain that was worse than any knife could make. “She gave me her card,” he said, eyeing the small bit of card Celia Ross had given him. “Some day I may be able to tell her about this adventure this morning.” From Fifth avenue he made his way downtown again,*just as the street lamps were being lighted. “Graves is in town again,” he said, “and will be sure to go round to some of the old places again. I'll go round and see if I can’t meet up with him.* He has been out to Rosedale, and - must have seen my people. How am I to get any letter from them? He must not know that I am still in the city. That _ would never do.” After taking supper at a restaurant, he went around to-sey- eral places in hopes of running across Gerald Graves. Bar-room after bar-room was visited, and he began to think he would have all his labor for nothing. At last, however, he saw him enter a certain saloon in company with two friends. Their eyes met, and Graves at once recognized the red-haired fellow who had done him such a signal favor that morning. “Ah,” he exclaimed, darting forward and seizing Rob’s hand, “I’m glad to see you. I owe you two dollars and a thousand thanks. Come and have a drink with us,” “Thank you, I never drink anything,” replied Rob, shaking _his head.” _ “Have a lemonade, then?” i “Yes; I drink that sometimes,” and he stepped up to the counter. “This is the man I was telling you about, fellows,” said ‘Graves to his two chums, “the one who punished the hack- as man for me. ‘I don’t know his name.” ; “My name is Robert Hackett,” Rob said. “Yes; and mine is Gerald Graves. This is my friend Reed, yma this is Mr, Edgerton.” ‘Rob shook hands with the two friends, and then they turned it. S towne the bar to drink. Reed and Edgerton both admired pugilism, and were of the inion that Hackett was a noted pugilist. € “Here's to our better acquaintance, Mr. Hackett,” said young u ‘Reed, clinking glasses with Rob. Ts “Yes,” put in Edgerton. “I hope to learn how to use my the hackman for me,” and Graves gave him two. dollars, which Rob took and pocketed. The three men then went away, and Rob was no nearer his | end than before he met them. “I’ve made the acquaintance of Reed and Edgerton,” he | said, “and that will enable me to talk with them when we > meet again. I think I’d better get me another suit of clothed, — and appear less like a countryman. Then they won't be ; afraid of talking with me. It was a lucky thing for me I took boxing lessons from Finch when he came to Rosedale. It has stood me in good, and I may yet make it pave the way for a vindication of myself from the charge of having killed poor Jim Dodd with a beer glass.” From the saloon Robert made his way to the Palace Halli, ; - ; . ) | a Ae A ne cae ~ wn Te - oe where the glass was thrown on that fatal night. There he found many young men playing billiards, some of whom he recognized as regular frequenters of the place, “Some of these must have seen that glass thrown,” he said, “and maybe I can get dnformation that may clear me of the charge.” ; ——_ Ai we z E. Seas oe ' “3 CHAPTER XII. ROBERT RECEIVES AN UNEXPECTED REVELATION. 22s * Taking a seat near one of the billiard tables, he watched the game going on between a couple of young men. They were both good players, but one of them was too drunk to know much about what he was doing. The game became interesting from the fact that the players had considerable money at stake on the issue of it. The sober man would make one point and then shove five forward on the string. “Hold on there!” cried Rob. “You made a mistake. You move seven buttons when you only made two points.” The half-drunken man dropped the butt of his cue on the floor, and looked hard at his opponent. “Watcher doin’?” he asked. “I say, greeny?” hissed one of the villain’s chums, “ef yer don’t slack that jaw I’ll break it for yer!” : “Oh, don’t do that,” said Rob. “That would hurt, you know.” “Waal, cheese it.” “What's that?” “Cheese it—shut up.” “Oh, you want me to hush up, eh?” a : Ay . wit : ‘ Sia hands as you do some day. Did you ever go into the ring, Mr.]| “Yes—or I’ll break yer jaw.” . Hackett?” _*Oh, you can’t do that.” “No,” he replied, “but I have made ita vile to knock my] “Can’t 1?” ae hagas he cies me cause.” “No.” . The villain aimed a blow, Robert caught it on his left arm, me |and knocked the would-be bully clear under a billiard table. ; ch a Of course there was a row. Three or four jumped up and hen at practice. aS went for him. They belonged to a gang who were systemati- “Of course. I ight have known that. Would you give|cally going through the young fellow, who was too drunk to ssons for pay?” know what he was doing—or rather what the others were y, | oe about ae. | don't think Iam , ORES doing. do. e. Robert knocked down two of them, and was then himself e you don’t! Sail oaks an Spe Said np oopaiont floored by a terrible blow from behind. ; , and I will be content, and will give you one] Scrambling to his feet, he looked around for his assafl- ¥ jant, but could not find him. Some others had become mixed — Sow. Reb mia “y never did 9 spar- ‘up in the row, and a general free fight was going on. ee a t “I'd better get out of this before the police come in,” he . Ms
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>. a a " Setiz3 THE SHATTERED GLASS. iv “Another glass gone,” he said, as he passed out into the street. “I wonder if I will be charged with throwing it?” He got out just in time to escape the police, who rushed in and made several arrests. Thinking he had made enough trouble that night he went to his hotel and retired. The next morning he found an account in the papers of the row. His name was not mentioned, although he was described as a red-haired countryman, who astonished the rowdies by _the manner in which he handled his maulers. While at breakfast in a restaurant he saw the very man whom he had saved irom being swindled come in and take a Seat at the table opposite him. _ “Hello!” he said, looking the man full in the face. you last night at Palace Hall.” The young man looked hard at him for a2 moment, and then _ asked: _ “How is it you didn’t get run in?” _ “Because I ran out,” replied Robert, laughing. “Very good reason. You didn’t see the row, then?” __-“I saw as much as I wanted. I knocked three of ’em down. _ They wanted to clean you out with a skin game, and pitched into me because I told you about it.” _ “Oh, you are the red-haired fellow I heard about,” and the _ young man changed seats so as to get nearer to Robert. “You Bi me a good turn last night. I must thank you for it.” _ “Oh, that’s all right,” said Rob, “I didn’t want to see a man sKinned that way, that’s all. Who were those fellows, _ anyhow?” “Oh, they belong to a respectable gang over on the west side, but I don't ke their standard of respectability. It is supposed that one of the gang threw the glass that killed Jim Dodd _ there last week.” aa caw hy, I thought: young Ross was the one who threw it,” ex- , in the greatest amazement. “I saw ue Well, h didn’t,” said the man, “for I was looking at Ross _ the time the glass was thrown, and know that he didn’t do it, ee tens eter sine sere she shes , it.” v Oe ele t came up into his throat, He wanted to jump up and hug the man to his ‘heart. But he wisely refrained oa, becoming too demonstrative, and asked: “How is it, then, that Ross was accused of throwing it?” “Oh, nobody said he did, except Gerald Graves. But since not do otherwise. But I and several others know that 1 Be een now. pepe ale ne a still professes the strongest friendship for tee tan oly mon tnt rere a he Suet it Tan away almost everybody believes that he did. They] “Yes, decidedly,” replied Hensler. “Then my city acquaintances won’t be ashamed to walk with me in the street.” “No, I guess not,” and Hensler laughed good-naturedly and asked: “Have any of them been trying to shake you?” “Well, I thought some of them didn’t want me along, that’s all.” “You seem abundantly able to take care of yourself for all that.” “Oh, I can pay my way, and hold my own, I guess.” “I guess you can— What's the row now?” People a block above were running to get out of the way of some impending danger. Robert looked in that direction, and saw a horse coming at full speed, with a driverless cab behind him. The most intense excitement prevailed. Everybody was getting out of the way, and the wild steed had the whole street to himself. “Get out of the way!” cried Hensler, running into a store to be out of harm’s way. Robert did not appear to hear him. He glanced at the cab, and then made a spring for the middle of the street. Avcry of horror went up from the excited multitude on the sidewalk, As the terrified horse camé bounding along Robert made a grisp at the bit, caught it with a firm grip, and then ran with him. CHAPTER XIII. NEPHEW AND UNCLE MEEI-——TRYING TO CLEAR HIMSELF. As the daring young man ran with the horse, he kept pulling him round with such force that, ere he went another block, he had succeeded in stopping him altogether, to the supreme astonishment of everybody who had witnessed it. A cheer went up from some two or three hundred throats when the horse ceased his struggles and obeyed the firm hand on the bit, and a rush was made for the vehicle. The first to reach it were a couple of policemen. One of them opened the door of the cab, and released the only occu: pant it contained—an elderly gentleman. The moment the man came out Robert recognized in him his uncle—the great merchant. j “Young man,” said the merchant, grasping his hand and shaking it warmly, “you have done me a great service—more than money can pay for, Give me your name.” , “My name is Robert Hackett, sir,” Rob replied. Mr. Ross started, and looked hard at him. “I’ve heard of you before, sir,” he said. “You saved two young ladies from being robbed on the avenue the other even- ing, did you not?” the others ewore they didn’t “Yes, sir; I knocked down a ruffian who tried to rob ’em.” x it.” “ shi “Yes; one of them was my daughter. She told me your ~ ‘ei ma T never knew that before. Where|name. You have placed me under a double obligation. Come Lycee <i7- |down to my store. ea I want to talk business you.” Sh PN cardelyeres ip Legkice meter] Robert os RAR the ‘tard and the merchant \turied’ and reco: |) 2 d his cab, while a new driver was engaged to drive him | 2 heregentgaedes dog!” exclaimed ‘Hensler, tice up” a shaking hands with him. “Tourn you void be el” | a te thing to do.” ;
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18 . THE SHATTERED GLASS. “But everybody doesn’t know how to do it,” said one of the} “You would swear to that in a court, would you?” Rob ask- policemen. “Yow have made a good friend in that Mr. Ross.|ed, as he jotted it down in a notebook. He's one of the heavy ‘merchants of New York.” “Of course I would. I would not like to-go into court as © “I am glad of that, for one can’t have too many friends in|a Witmess, if I could help myself.” this city, you know.” “No, I understand that; but you don’t want Ross to be “I must go downtown, Hackett,” said Hensler, “and will|*nown as a murderer, wien he is innocent?” meet you at your hotel this evening if you like.” “No, nor any other man.” “Do so. I'll wait for you,” said Robert, shaking hands] TWo others said the same thing. with Hensler, Robert grew light-hearted and merry, and was almost tempt- They parted, and Robert went back to his hotel to think and ed to throw off his disguise and proclaim fiis presence. But make up his Madih te whak 26 dd voxt. “What ienslor had he decided to wait and make his vindication complete. told him came like a thunderclap, for he was under the int “This begins to look as though Ross could come back to the pression that every man who was present when Dodd was kill- ise Spee eae ee AO! te Sees ed was ready to swear that he threw the glass, and now Yes; when we see a few more we can go to the papers, Hensler Says that Graves was the only man who claimed and publish what we have learned, and proclaim his inno- to have seen him throw it. te eaeeege _ -—_—s *“What does Graves mean by that kind of business?” Robert In the meantime one of the young men met Gerald Graves, _ asked himself'a dozen times, as he made his way back to the Se Sone with, ble hotel. “I can’t understand it, I was sure I didn’t do it, but “Say, has Hensler and a fellow by the name of Hackett been . ] he made me believe that I did, and gave me money to get to you in reference to the killing of Dodd?” away on. What does he want me to leave New York for, I} ee looked Desi hae o. wonder? Hanged if I don’t find out something about this, or] _N®” he said. “What is it they want’ = die trying. If Graves is at the bottom of this I'll knock, his “Hackett is hunting up every fellow who was present, and : head off his shoulders.” getting his version of the affair. He says Ross didn’t throw | that glass, and that you are the only man who says he did.” 1 agile ong fh gece aap perp: pee 3a in love with Graves turned’ pale and glared at his companion. con J : nels a ‘bi ; sie hn te % 9 Pages that he “Is the fellow trying to make me out a liar?” he asked. Sion bial er tee imse Had he known all *T gtiess it will amount to that when he gets through.” that he would have been saved much sorrow and trouble. “What's be got to do with it, anyhow?” a avr he. knew nothing. about ‘it, and therefore was greatly “He says Ross is a friend of his, and that he is going to puzzled to know why Graves was so generous to him. t . try to clear up the mystery as to who threw the glass, so ae “How am I to find out about this thing?” he asked himself dub Reebickn ‘come back:ts New York.” a dozen times. “It won’t do to let Graves know I am back in = : } : “Great Jehoshaphat!” exclaimed Graves, “I only hope he ee Tay elke Squat J siorapeliige < engdlieennaipeptorre: may succeed; but if Ross didn’t throw that glass, I can’t see things before my eyes, that’s all.” “But how is it that nobody else but you saw him throw © it?” “Just answer me one thing,” said Graves. “Why did Ross run away if he did not throw it?” “That’s what puzzles me. I can’t understand it.” “Neither can anyone else. Ross will never come back to explain, either.” CHAPTER XIV. THE PLOT THICKENS. Graves was greatly distirbed by the news that red-haired Hackett was hunting up the boys who were present at Palace ~ Hall when Dodd was killed. “What in everlasting sin does it mean?” he asked himself a. dozen times. “Has Ross sent him here to hunt up the wit- ‘messes and sound them? Hanged if he hasn’t gone about it ‘the wrong way. I'll have him put out of the way so quick that _ had no acquaintance _ talk to Graves about it?” he won’t know who did it. I am not going to have my game ce It he dhs | spoiled at this stage of it. It can’t be possible that Jessie Well, no—n Sacks sla the er I want to get their ;has employed him to trace it up? Great Jupiter! If I only ersion of the affair before saying anything to him about it.”| ‘new that she did Pa get a dozen men to swear that he was ‘introduce you to several, ahd you can get all the|the wickedest man in New York.” ju want | them.”" Graves was not the man to stop half way in any game he e different men who had seen the| was playing. He was a man with no moral scruples what. “as Wild, and Tense fo ‘Hac-| ever, and would not hesitate to buy crime at any price, if he ) trying: eee, had need for it. — z. f iinieesh ia Sd ar sspersewrg bo ete oe ee 8 fellow, and it’s a shaine to let him be} from New York that way. He had come to New York go into business with his Uncle Silas, and it ferever blasts Prmtion and makes him a wanderer among strangers.” “Were you well acquainted with him?” Say obe knew him quite well, and a sreiaageaing| fellow good! sort ofa fellow, eae though I
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ee eth Pam tt nee Sree — SHATTERED GLASS 19 - Graves knew his haunts, and did not hesitate to go in Search of him in several places of low repute. ~ He found him at last, and motioned to him to follow him. Tim followed him out across the street to another rum-hole, which they entered. “T’ve got a job for you, Tim,” Graves said, as soon as they were seated in a dark ¢orner of the rum-hole. “What is it, an’ how much?” Tim asked, in a very business- like air. “I want a chap knocked out of time—not killed, but sent to ‘the hospital for three months. One hundred dollars for the ‘gai “Whar’s yer man?” “His name is Hackett, a red-haired man, who is strong on his pins and a good boxer. You will find him about the big Dilliard hall uptown—Palace Hall—looking for men who were yet on the night Dodd was killed with a beer glass.” Tim wrote’down the name, held out his hand for the price ot the job—always half cash in advance for such work. Graves paid him fifty dollars, and then left, giving the bar- keeper a dollar for drinks for the few bummers in the room. “I guess that will settle Mr. Hackett, and put a stop to his meddling, for awhile, at least,” said Graves, as he made his way back uptown toward one of the fashionable club-houses, of which he was a member. “If he is laid up in a hospital for two or three months I will have time to secure the prize. eee hear, 3, mast an out to Rosedale in a few days, and try to see Jessie, I don’t think she would refuse to see me. ee ck Wee sors fow minutes, If can make a myself solid with her.” “Tough Tim” put on his brass Munchies and prepared to ~ go in search of his victim as soon as night came on. He dress- in a decent-looking suit of clothes, and went up ) one seemed to notice him, at least nobody spoke ; ae Renae sitet -viaceoysin ST: St * : ast Hackett and Hensler entered and greeted several is and acquaintances in the hall. Both appeared to be the best of good humor. _ It soon became nosed through the hall that Hackett was the of the runaway horse on Broadway, and “Tough Tim” re a couple of men discussing him as a pugilist. “He’s the best man I ever saw,” remarked ope of the two. “Yes, he’s a hard -hitter and a quick one,” said the other. “I'd like to see him in a match with a good man.” : to “Tough Tim”; but as he cowardly advantage and strike from be- He eyed Robert closely from os ert oar Introduced to te! we ‘the ranctrwae = would I. Tt would take a mighty good man to get away | Pe ee | Robert and Hensler entered the other hall and looked around for a few minutes. “Tough Tim” kept them in sight, and watched their move- ments as a hawk is said to watch the movements of the barn- yard fowls. He resolved to wait just out on the sidewalk to make the attack. He would knock him down with one blow, stamp on him with his iron-nailed shoes, break a rib or.two, and then dart away before anyone could interfere to arrest him. When Hacket and Hensler came out of the place they found him standing right in front of the door. He deliberately drew back, and aimed a powerful blow at Hackett. Hackett saw the movement, threw up his guard, and Waited for it to come. But Tim had been so unfortunate as to step on a banana peel, and in an instant, instead of flooring his intended victim, was himself stretched at full length upon the sidewalk. It was a hard fall. “Let me help you up,” him to his’ feet. The nioment he was on his feet Rob gave him a blow on the ear that laid him out at full length again. “Come, let me help you up,” said Hackett, as coolly as an iceberg. “Blast yer, get away from me!” hissed the bully, Whack! went another blow, and down he went again. An oath that was really sulphurous in its intensity escaped him as he rose to his knees with an ugly knife in his hand. Robert promptly drew his revolver, cocked it, and leveled it at his head. “Drop it, or down you go!” hissed Robert. Down went the knife on the pavement. “Hold up your hands!” Up went his hands. “ “Here comes a cop!” cried someone in the door of the saloon. Robert looked around, and “Tough Tim” darted away like a streak of greased lightning. said Hackett, promptly assisting CHAPTER XV. THE BITER BITTEN—JESSIE WHITE DISAPPEARS. ‘ “Come away!” said Hensler, “we don’t want the police after us.” 3 ; “No, come on,” and the two hastened down the street. _ No arrests were made. ' “Tough Tim” got away with a headache and a pair of black eyes that would last him ten days, while Hackett had not received a scratch. q Of course Rob knew nothing of the cause of the attack upon him, and went on with his inyestigations all the same. | Graves concluded to return to Rosedale and try to have an |interview with Jessie White. — : _. | Accordingly he took an early morning train and left for — | the country. — at once to the residence of his uncle. _It was soon known all over the village that he had returned, many called on him to inquire about the Ross-Dodd case. He ata: not ‘Two hours riding brought him to Rosedale, and he went potnere Thinking he had arranged to have Hackett fixed, Gerald | ance age mor Nepe heard from,” he said, “and I hope he will — pee eemeend nev eutirety, as he is a good fellow, and Bk i ea ee oe ee Cah ak Se, A i'%
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5 quid of tobacco from one side of his mouth to the other. “I hope they won’t never catch him.” That was the universal sentiment in Rosedale. Mr. Ross sent for him, and he lost no time in responding to the invitation. 4 The Ross family received him with a cordiality that would | have melted the heart of a Comanche; but Gerald Graves had no heart at all, and hence it had no effect on him. “Oh, Mr. Graves!” cried Nellie, meeting him at the door, ; “have you heard from him?” : “Not a word. He is on the wing yet, you know, and has not ; had time to write.” “But we do want to hear from him so much,” she said. “Tn this case no news is good news, you see,” and he took a seat alongside of Mrs. Ross, and told her that Robert was safe. a “But we want to hear from him,” said the anxious mother. “Of course you do, but you must take care that your anxiety does not cause his arrest. The detectives will watch your mail and get spies to visit you and ask all sorts of ques- 7) 20 letter to his” father, which Nellie Ross eased ge for her to read, she changed tc eo aint 4 ig ripen ines roy rw x _ CS eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaeaeeeoooeoeooooeeoooooeooeeeoooeooleooeoqsS= SS S=S$:S$:$ sent up as the other was. “Now I must go to a barbey-shop,” hair cut short.” she said, “and have my Barber-shops being everywhere, she soon found one, entered, ° and asked: “Can I have my hair cut off here?” The | bowed, smiled, and answered: “Yes, miss, but it won’t improve your looks much.” it cut off for the summer.” sis be hays “Oh, never mind about that. I've taken a notion to have ” : ; | an tea one” Se ee
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f THE SHATTERED GLASS. a ——— *Do you wish to save the hair, miss?” he asked, after work- ing s minutes. i “Oh, yes,” she replied. “It’s very valuable. Put it in paper for me and I will take it home.” The job finished, she stood before the glass and looked at + the change that had been wrought in her appearance by the ‘loss of her splendid tresses. “You were right,” she said to the barber. “It does not my appearance. It will grow out again, however, and I like a change sometimes.” “If you ever want to change sweethearts, miss, please be | kind enough to let me know, and——” “Thank you. I don’t wish to change. How much do I owe you?” _ “Twenty-five cents, miss,” “She paid him, took up the paper containing her shern ieceed and departed. ' “Bless his cheek! ” she said to herself, as she wended her way } up the street. “A perfect stranger, too! It may be the city style, but I don’t like such impudence. A barber! I wouldn't | sive my Robert for a thousand barbers!” From the barber’s she went to a hat store, where she pur- chased a nobby hat, which served still more to alter her ap- Pearance when she put it on. completed the outfit by the purchase of a cane, and watch and chain, she returned to her quarters at the hotel, ng spent just fifty dollars of her two hundred. ‘T will put them on,” she said, “and get used to them pif cca “I suppose I will have to be on my guard all from betraying myself. Oh, I wouldn’t be 1 for anything in the world.” so changed that she was astonished. “Wh » my mother wouldn't know me,” she exclaimed. “Tj ere obert himselt pes gern know =e acos see? es a didn’t know wo e . Sen 4 She spent the whole day in pacing back and forth in her. acs ip esl. and acquire confidence | nose. ae Ante’ ide mai we for I came here a young lady. I must go_ 4 y bill 1s pald, so I need not stop td say anything to, at ap siesbistns 814 She de) She took up the satchel boldly downstairs and passed out into the street. ‘to go to an expensive hotel. peeotioey.23¢ g herself in‘ the clothes she had bought, she stood | |oatic m| “Well, go tn.” secon, welbet te 0° te. dock ike 9 Ute sian, and 21 “Of course I does, an’— Hyer, let go, yer snoozer!” A young rough had suddenly snatched the satchel from the boy, and started off with it. CHAPTER XVII. JESSIE’S ADVENTURES IN THE CITY. Fearful that she would lose her satchel, Jessie started for- ward in pursuit. “Drop that satchel, sir, or I’ll shoot!” she cried, changing her voice &s much as she could. “Don’t shoot!” gasped the man, suddenly dropping the sat- chel and taking to his heels. He thought a mere boy would not be carrying a pistol. Pug-nose picked up the satchel again. “Dat snoozer couidn’ stan’ yer bluff,” he said, leading the way again. “He is a bad man,” said Jessie. “Of course he is. He’s er Sing Sing bird, he is.” “A convict, you mean?” “Dat’s der size of it, mister.” “He looked like a bad one.” “hi say, cully,” cried another small boy across the street, “whatchum got in der grip?” “Gold!” sung ont the little laughed, “T.say, Billee!” called another. ' “Cheese it, cully!” returned pug-nose. One of the others ran up and stuck his dirty little fist under hero, at which the others ‘his. nose. “Smell of it!” he said. “It stinks!” retorted pug-nose. “Does it?” “Yes—rotten.” : “How does it feel?” and he rubbed it hard against pug’s Now, pug had a large mouth—a very large opening for so late in the afternoon, “I must change small a face. He opened it and closed on the dirty fist. ° A wild yell escaped the young rascal, which was heard above re I will be known as a young man or a boy, for I do look the din of the street two blocks away. Roy. that onght to have bis mother with him. Yl pack | and other things in the satchel and then leave this he drew back, opened his mouth, dropped the satchel, anil went for his antagonist like a hornet. Pug held on for a moment or two before he let go. Then Two other boys sprang forward to take up the satchel, but Jessie was too quick for them, and secured it. For a minute or two the, boys fought like wildcats, and then T.want to: €8sonteone cried. ont: - “Cops!” and they all vanished away like snow on a hot oven, page te en except little pug-nose. He seized the satchel and said: | “Come on, mister, Dem snoozers don’t know nuffin.” “Are you hurt?” “Naw. I’m tough, I am.” A policeman came lazily along, swinging his club, taking no of anything but the pretty girls as they passed. -_ Paavo: tase -hashery,” said pug, stopping in front of a kit and wrote her name in a large, bold hand; te ago
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* “I think we have some good ones left,” he remarked, writing No. 17 opposite her name. “Here, my little man,” she said, turning to the valiant little boot-black, “here’s a dollar for you. Come round here in the morning and I'll have you black my boots.” The little fellow snatched the coin, and his eyes glared at rN Senn Ay eee ip as tell tg 27 s _ the pretty youth as if astonished at his liberality. i He had not expected more than a quarter of the dollar at least. “Bully for you, boss!” he said. - ran out of the house at full speed. “Please show me up to my room,” “T’ll come, sure pop!” and she said, turning to the a ios clerk. o A servant showed her the way up two flights of stairs to % a very neat room. . . ae There she sat down and gave way to a train of hard think- ! ing. : “I must be on my guard all,the time,” she said, “or I may c betray my sex. That would ruin everything, and set all the gossips in Rosedale to talking about me. I must find out where that Palace Hall is. That’s the place where that glass _ ‘was shattered. I suppose I can find it by asking people I meet - on the street. When I get there I suppose if I walk in and _ After supper she went out on the street, took notes of the house and number, and then | wandered along till she met a ‘Policeman. “Officer,” she said, “can you tell me just where I can reach the Palace Hall—a large billiard hall?” “Oh, yes, of course,” replied the officer; “but a boy of your age had better be looking for someone to take him home.” _ “i—I—am looking for a friend there,” replied Jessie. “I _ ever go to such places, only I must find a friend who goes >” there,” cs / “Who is your friend?” and, as he asked the question the = : of the locust looked hard at her. ie - She recovered her self-possession, thinking it dangerous not a to ‘be manly under such circumstances. “Oh, never mind,” she replied. “I don’t think it necessary to eal i the aid of the police,” and with that she passed on. “That's Leauoheleny< i the oficer remarked, going on down the street. ed. “I won't ask any more Yotleomen,” she said. “That one near- _ ly took my breath away. City people are born impudent, I be- Meve.” "In the next block she met @ youth of her own age, whose face made a favorable impression upon her, and put the same to him that she had to the officer. “Yes; ‘I'm going right by the place,” was the reply. I am anxious to see the place.” ‘ease a dozen blocks, and ftirned toward ' are," edld the youth. “Thies Palace Hall.” n aki with mv?” Jessie: eaked. “Well, yes. aoe d for a moment or two. She could c npg ~ said the youth, going | look on just like other iplks I will not be noticed particularly.”. THE SHATTERED GLASS. “What do you do, then?” “Oh, I try to do right about everything,” was the ambiguous reply. “Well, I guess you wasn’t born in New York,” said the youth, smiling good-naturedly. “No. I was born in a small country town.” “I thought so. You'll have a lemonade, won’t you?” “Yes. I don’t object to that.” “Well, come on then—let’s go to the bar.” They went to the bar and drank a glass of lemonade each. Jessie was in a state of suppressed excitement all the time, but managed to keep a wonderful control of herself. The situation was not what she naturally expected, and so she concluded to say little at first, and see all that was to be seen. They returned to the billiard hall and again seated them- selves to watch the games going on at the tables. Suddenly she turned as white as a sheet, and pressed her hand against her heart, as if to still its throbbing, for Gerald Graves came in and took a seat by her side! CHAPTER XVIII. ROBERT ROSS MEETS HIS ACCUSER. Graves wore a troubled look. He had just returned from Rosedale about two hours. When he arose and staggered out of the house, after Nellie Ross had informed him of Jessie White's disappearance from her home, he reeled along the street more like a drunken man than a sober one. His face was ashen-hued, and there was a look of desperation in his eyes. “Oh, fool that I am!” he hissed. him away to the other side of the world. | was a fool. has gone. Gone, when I thought the prize was almost in my grasp! May the lightning strike him dead, and may misery forever be her portion! If I ever find him out I'll denounce him as’a murderer,. and have him sent back to New York in irons!"" Thus, torn by an all-consuming rage, Gerald Graves went back to his uncle's residence, and threw himself on his bed. He tried to compose his nerves by drinking copious draughts of brandy. He took the afternoon train and returned to the city. So disturbed was he that he could not remain still a mo- ment, and to keep from thinking too much of his defeat he resolved to go over to Palace Hall and mingle with friends whom he was sure of meeting there. On entering the hall he looked around in search of some “I gave him money to get That is where I of his boon companions, and not seeing them, he sat down in| the chair next to the one occupied by Jessie herself. Had he dreamed that he was so near the woman he was ready to commit almost any crime to win, he would have been in a far different mood. | Luckily for Jessie no one noticed her extreme agitation, —_ in a few minutes it had passed away. ‘{Oh; Tm ‘alt’ broke wy.” was the rept. Graves kept his seat by her side some ten minutes or — ‘more, when an acquaintance came along. _ | “Hello, Graves!” exclaimed the newcomer, “what in Oe ; world are you looking so woe-begone about?” — oe ~ He has sent her money to come to him, and she | 2 a qi
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a S *3) : a % THE SHATTERED GLASS. 23 ee oo ee ee “Well, he had a sweetheart out in Rosedale, where he came| “Fine fellow, indeed!” sneered Graves. “Do you know _ from, the prettiest girl I ever saw. I was mashed on her|what he has done since he fled the city?” _ myself. I was out there this morning, and learned that she| “What has he done?” 2 had given her mother the slip, and left for parts unknown.| “He was engaged to a young lady in Rosedale, where he % Of course he has communicated with her in some way, and| comes from, and he has persuaded her to leave her mother she has gone to him. It makes me mad to see such a hand- some girl throw herself away on a man like him.” “Well, yes, it is bad;” remarked the other. there are just as pretty ones left, I guess.” _ “I don’t*know that there is; I never saw one like her in + all my life. I’d like to hear of that fellow being caught and 2 _ The other laughed and said: “Oh, you're all broke up now. Come and have a drink with me,” and they both turned and walked toward the bar. Qf course Jessie heard every word that was said. Her eyes cick gleamed with the outraged spirit that blazed up in 3 ee she said to the youth by oie side, “it’s time for us to have another lemonade,” and she led the way into the ee bar-room, where she,took a stand right alongside of Gerald _ Graves and his companion. -. “Give me some brandy,” said Graves to the bartender. “Two lemonades,” said Jessie’s young companion. - _“So you think she has gone to join him, do you?” the friend =: of | Graves asked. _ “I haven’t a doubt of it. Where else could she go?” - “But then “Oh, I don't know anything about it myself,” replied the - other. “It would be woman-like for her to do so, I suppose.” _. Graves drank his brandy at a gulp, and turned away from bar. Jessie and her young companion kept close to him, so as to hear all that was said. 7 “It’s only a question of time about his being caught, I sup- pose,” remarked the friend. 2 & Ses only a question of time; I'd like to see him hung.” ; iene: ‘but when: «. runs away, enticing a beautiful and innocent young girl to i her Emathay Sok Ge we him, he can no longer be a friend :. ate think you are right about that,” said the friend. “But : friend of Ross, by the name of Hackett, says Ross dfdn’t ‘throw the glass that killed Dodd, and is trying to hunt up se ‘to sustain his side.” . “¥ “So I heard. He's a red-headed humbug running on his mus- eS iow the cium, and Oe oder to 1 AD! ‘saw Ross throw the glass, and will swear to it, Ah! tt now, with some friend of his.” 8 Charlie Hensler.” perounil snd saw the red hair thet Graves Dad and go with him—a fugitive from justice.” Hackett was dumfounded. He turned pale. Then he recovered himself. blazed with indignation. “Do you know that to be true, Graves?” he asked. “I do. I was in Rosedale this morning.” “Well, I know that it is not true—so far as he is concerned, for I know him too well not to——” “Do you mean to tell me that I am a liar, sir?” demanded Graves in a threatening tone. “TI mean to say that you lie when you make such a charge against Bob Ross,” replied Hackett. Graves sprang forward and aimed a blow at Hackett’s face. The latter parried it, and gave him one under the left eye that laid him out at full length on the floor. His eyes EE CHAPTER XIX, ANOTHER MURDER. Gerald Graves fell as though shot through the heart when Hackett struck out straight from the shoulder. His friend promptly picked him up, and Hackett walked away to the - other end of the hall. The knockdown created a sensation, of course. Men sialiea from the billiard-tables and crowded around Graves, anxious to know what it was about and what damage was done. Jessie had followed Hackett to the other end of the room. She wanted to know the man who was a friend to Ro Ross, and find out, if possible, what he had ascertained about the throwing of that glass. “Are you not afraid they will arrest you?” she ventured to ask, going up to his side. “Why don’t you go away from here?” Hackett looked down at the pale face of the youth, and said: “T acted only in self-defense, and am not afraid of any ar- rest. It was over too quick for any arrest to follow.” “Are you a friend of Robert Ross?” she ventured to ask. “Yes; first, last, and always. Did you know him?” — “Yes, and { am his friend, too,” she replied. Hackett looked hard at her for a minute, and remarked: *“T don’t recollect you, and I thought I knew all his friends.” “Neither do I recollect ever having seen you before to-night. Yet I have known him all my life.” 2 Hackett was “Where do you live?” he asked, again staring hard at her. “TI live in New York, at the —— hotel.” + “The thunder you do! I live there myself!” Let me get at him, the red-headea bully!” angrily cried voice behind them, and looking around they saw Gerald ‘toward them with a cocked revolver in his
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knocked Graves down again, and then seized the revolver, which had fallen to the floor. ‘ The greatest excitement prevailed in the great billiard hall. Men rushed to and fro in a frenzy of excitement, not knowing what damage had been done, “Are you hurt, sir?” Jessie asked of Hackett. “No, not touched. This is no place for one so young. You had better go back to your hotel.” “Hadn’t you better go, too?” “I will go soon, and——” “Why, this man is stone dead!” exclaimed a man who had _attempted to raise the stranger to his feet. _. “What! dead!” cried Hackett, darting forward to look at Kd the victim. : d “Yes—shot in the left breast,” said someone, pointing to the __.. bullet hole in his coat and vest. ae Hackett turned away, and walked deliberately over to where a two or three friends were trying to quiet Graves. ‘a ‘ “Gerald Graves,” he said, “your shot killed a man on the seats back there. I arrest you for murder.” “Hands off! Don’t touch me!” cried Graves, making an : effort to get out of the room. ____His three friends also tried to assist him in getting out on the street. “No, you don’t go!” cried Hackett, placing himself before _ them. “I arrest you for murder, sir.” “Get out of the way!” angrily demanded one of the men, trying to shove him aside. Hackett hurled the man aside, saying: _ tg “You may pass if you like, but Graves, never!” One drew his revolver, and aiming it at him, hissed: _-——s- “Get out of the way or you are a dead man!” Folding his arms across his breast, and looking the man im the face, Hackett said: “Zs “I will not move—commit a murder if you will.” The man lowered the revolver, and looked first at Graves _ and then at our hero. Ey; _ “Kill the wretch! Give me the pistol!” and Graves made a grab at the weapon, which exploded, sending the ball into the floor between Hackett’s feet. _. Quick as lightning Hackett sprang forward, and dealt him i. _ another blow that felled him to the floor like a log. ‘The other two men sprang aside, not daring to face a man _ who could strike such powerful blows with his naked fists, | “without letting him know that I am Jessie White in disguise. _ | more alike in their movements. He reminds me so much of 24 THE SHATTERED GLASS. “Better come back to the hotel and not be arrested,” sug- gested Jessie, who wanted to ask him some questions. “I'll go along soon,” he replied. “Im going home now,” said the youth who had shown Jessie into the place. “IT am very much obliged to you,” Jessie said, taking his . hand and shaking it cordially. “I hope we may meet again soon. Come to the hotel and see me.” Promising to call again the youth left, and a few minutes * later Hackett and Jessie departed together. F Before they reached the hotel police officers had returned to the billiard hall to arrest witnesses. But they were gone except two, who were carried to the station and locked up till morning. On the way back to the hotel Jessie asked: “Do you know where Mr. Ross is?” “Do I? Well, I only wish I knew. Why do you ask?” “Oh, I am very much interested in him, I suppose. Do you think you can find. enough evidence to clear him of the dreadful charge of murder?” - “I do. Graves is the,only man I can find who says he saw Ross throw that fatal glass, and now he has committed a mur- der himself.” “But will that relieve Mr. Ross?” Jessie asked. “I don’t know but it will. I think Graves had something against Ross, and wanted to get him out of the way; but what it is I can’t imagine. I know that he gave Ross money on which to make his escape, and now he seems to be very bitter against him. It is all a mystery to me.” “Well, he now knows what it is to have such a charge against him,” said Jessie, “and may feel disposed to do justice _ to Mr. Ross.” 5 is “I hope so. He tried to kill me to-night, and seems to have very bitter feelings against me since hearing that I was be- friending Ross. I hope I may be at last able to get at the bottom of this thing now that he is in trouble himself. There’s the hotel; I will see you in the morning and talk with j you about it. Good-night.”, me “Good-night,” said Jessie, and they entered and went at once to their respective rooms. CHAPTER XX. OUR HERO SPECULATES—THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER. The next morning Jessie was up early, and went below to wait for Hackett, being most anxious to meet and talk with “Oh, if I dared, I would tell him about myself—my engage ment to Robert and rejection of Graves. He would understand — it all then.” Mrs Thus ran her thoughts, and the more she thought about it — the more she was inclined to do so, a “Of course I can do it,” she said, after another long pause.” — It wouldn't do+to reveal my identity to him. That would be very imprudent. Oh, if they find out that I was a witness of — that horrible murder last night, everything would come out — in'the papers, and I would be ruined! Ah, here he comes — now! How like dear Robert he walks. I never saw two men €| aS J ‘le rh ieee ee
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ees gin einen GLASS. | 25 “No. I was waiting for you.” - “Good—glad you did. Come on and we'll have a good hot ~ breakfast together.” Jessie followed him out of the hotel to a restaurant across _ the street, where they ordered such as they wanted. . “I am going down into Wall street,” said Hackett, “as soon 3 as the brokers begin to reach their offices, and buy stocks.” = ; “Do you know anything about stocks?” Jessie asked, not -Imowing what else to say under the circumstances. “No; not a blessed thing. But a young broker gave me a . that has been running in my mind ever since. Pye got a few hundred dollars by me which I am going 3 to, use. He said a certain railroad was going to fall into cer- _ tain hands, and that the stock would go bounding upstairs like Bx cat chased by a dog—those are his words, and advised me to ~put all my money on it.” a “Do you know him to be all right?” “J don’t know much about him, only that he is a wealfhy ; broker. I did him a good service, and in gratitude he _ gave me the point. I can’t think he would tempt me to my ruin that way and under the circumstances.” “No. I don't think he would. If you have no objections I would like to put in one hundred dollars with you.” % “Of course. I am going to put in four hundred, about all I Faye. That will make five hundred. That will buy fifty shares “on a margin of ten per cent.” ~ I don’t know anything about such things. It’s all I have. f I lose I’ll be ruined.” will I. But I'll take the chances.” So after breakfast they started down to Wall street, where y waited till the young broker came to his office. He greet- Hackett tence and Jessie also, when she was introduced 2 ws a. peas" ‘Le tree aro Piet int Une,” waifl:be,: “tor. the! trede is to be , and then the stock will go up like a rocket. To > in my prediction, I'll buy the stock hm the anoney. “I shall you seen the morning papers yet” Hackett asked I Fy ML get one and see what it as to gay about that shooting Graves is a rich man's son, you know, and that I make it all the more interesting.” ‘They bought a paper, and were astonished at the promi- ence to the affair of the night before. The account of 10 was not correct in many particulars. Hackett’s : emanate wae, bee Stave te olts beetarartern and bive nayeet. up e eeaeswevey.nsotetinee tt deat the hotel, where she had registered under the name of Jesse Black. Hackett went to police headquarters and gave his name, say- ing: “TI suppose I am wanted as a witness in the case. I am ready to give bail, if any is required. Mr. ——” (giving the name of the broker) “will sign my bail-bond.” “You will be wanted at the inquest to-day,” said the officer in charge. “T will be there. Where is Graves?” “Locked up in cell No. —. Do you want to see him.” “No.” When Hackett came out of the station a man stepped up to him and asked: “Is your name Hackett?” “Yes, sir.” “A friend of Graves wants to see you at the ——hotel. you walk over there with me?” “No, sir. I don’t care to be put out of the way mysteriously to save Graves’ neck from the gallows,” was his reply. The man was staggered, and for a moment he was at a loss to know what to say. .“I pledge you my word, of honor,” nothing of the sort is intended.” “But what's your pledge worth? You are a stranger to me. I don’t know that you have any honor.” The stranger flushed and retorted: “My reputation is above reproach, sir, and——” “IT don’t say that it isn’t,” returned Hacket, “but that I don’t know anything about you, and I have good reasons for distrusting any friend of Gerald Graves.” The man was silenced. He could make no reply for some time. “Why don’t he come to me instead of my going to him in some private room somewhere?” “Well, he'll come to your room if you will receive him there,” said the stranger, his face brightening up as if a sud- den obstacle had been removed. “Will he allow a friend of mine in the room?” Hackett ask- ed. “No—decidedly not,” was the prompt reply. “Why not?” “Because the nature of the business must remain a secret forever between you two.” “Oh, then he can see me on the street—on Broadway, for instance, where treacherous stabs will be detected and the murderer punished.” ’ “Yes—he will meet you at any corner on Broadway you may designate.” “Tell him to meet me at the corner of Broadway and Hous- ton, then, at one o’clock, to-day.” _ “Why not wait there for him now? I can have him there in ten minutes.” “All right; go and fetch him.” The man went away, and Hackett started for the place of Will he said, finally, “that Be ee ie cas ws oles ce ia alate re old ase Howston Street. usd tap aw the slrenuner approect gen a tho Pulser Hall om seer ocaions Both
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ee CAE P* ain Mey “This is the gentleman,” said the stranger, as they ap- Bs * proached Hackett. “ie “Well, sir, as the friend of Gerald Graves, what do you x: want of me?” Hackett asked, in a tone that plainly indicated e: that he regarded the friends of Graves as the enemy of him- 7 self. = “IT want to talk with you about your testimony in the case against Graves,” said the man. “Well, what about it?” “Are you going to appear in the case?” “Since I am the man he intended to kill, I guess my pres- ence on the witness-stand will be considered quite necessary.” “What will you swear to?” “I beg your pardon. I can’t answer that question farther than to say I will tell the truth. Now, what is your object, in asking these questions?” “Simply to find out how you stand. I want to engage you to ew — x go to Europe on some very important business for a solid ' house in this city.” y “Oh, you do, eh? Big pay, I suppose?” : 7 “Yes; big pay, and but little to do, and a three years’ con- ___ traet made with you.” “And before that time Graves will have been saved by my absence from the witness-stand, would he not?” “That has nothing to do with it. This is purely a matter of business.” / - “So it is. I shall be very happy to accept the position after the trial.” “But we want you to start at once.” “Oh, you do, eh? Well, in that case I can’t accept.” “Not at any price?” 7 “Not for a million of dollars, my dear sir. I can’t be bought off that way.” \ “Then you can be killed off!” hissed the man, through his clenched teeth. “Yes, that would be easier to do, and more in keeping with the character of Graves and his friends. I look for more fu- nerals than this one, and I don’t expect to head the procession, - either.” rf The man looked as though he had bitten off more than he “You had better reconsider your decision, sir. your fortune if——" _ “Tt will make my fortune to hang Gerald Graves,” inter- rupted Hackett. “So you need not say anything more on the Sd Migs ae a ae be a 3 ee ee! ee 7” ai Wnty, It will make subject. I bid you good-day, sir.” = Hackett tipped his hat and turned away, leaving the man standing there completely mystified by his words. - —s “Oh, he’s getting uneasy!” muttered Hackett, “and wants “a0 OF coll clears oa Well, there are others who saw 3 do the shooting. He intends to close up the others, too, ERO cooled aera eg Ors tok that happened, “he said: form a plot to get™me out of the way you are a witness, also, they may you out of the way also.” as to do me any harm?” Jessie THE SHATTERED GLASS. “You might, though i don’t know that it’s necessary, as you may not be known in the case.” “Well, I'll wait and see if they know of my having seen the shooting. Oh, I wouldn’t be mixed up in the case for any- thing in the world.” “Ill tell you what you can do, though,” said Hackett; “you ~ can go to that number on the Bowery and get me a wig and beard suitable for an old man of sixty. I would go myself, but I may be watched. They may have a shadow on my path. - Will you do that for me?” and he handed her a small bit of paper on which he had written the number of the costumer to whom he wanted to send. “Yes,” said Jessie. “I will go with the greatest pleasure.” “Here’s money to pay for them. T'll wait for you here. Try to be particular, and not let anyone know where you are going or what you have got.” Jessie took the money and directions, and left the hotek Reaching the Bowery she was surprised to hear herself ac- costed by a man who had followed her unperceived from the hotel. The man had seen her leave Hackett’s side, and had fol- lowed her as a ‘youth who was with Hackett on the night of the murder. “I say, young man,” said the stranger, laying a hand on her shoulder, “were you not at’ Palace Hall last night, when a man was killed?” “Yes—I was there,” she replied. *I thought so. I was there too. So we will both be wit- nesses in the trial.” “I don’t want to be a witness, sir,” said she. “Neither do I; but we will have to be unless we leave the city. Are you going to be at the inquest this afternoon?” “Not unless I am forced to go,” was the reply. “That’s me. Now, look here; I’m going to make a good thing out of this. Graves’ people have got oceans of money, i and they are willing to spend it to save him. They want to get all the witnesses out of the way, and if you want to | go to Europe on a one or two years’ trip, why, they will give 2 you all the money you want for expenses. With the witnesses all out of the way the law can’t convict him, of course. Do | you catch on?” ; “Yes,” said Jessie, thinking it best to pretend to fall into his view of things. “I would like just such a trip as that.” “So would I. I am going to keep out of the way, so I won't have to give bonds to be on hand as a witness. Where are you stopping?” “At the —— hotel.” *That’s where Hackett is stopping, too, eh?” “Yes; he’s stopping there.” “So I heard. What's he going to do?” “IT don’t know. He seems to be troubled very much about it or something.” ° 5 ae “Couldn't you persuade him to go to Europe with you?” “I don’t know—I might. How much would they give us — to go away together?” ‘= *Oh, they’d give a big sum—five thousand dollars, maybe.” — “Well, meet me here to-morrow at this time, and I'll let you know what we will do. ” “Good for you. I'll be here. But don’t go about the inquest, recollect.” = ; “Oh, no, of course not,” and they parted. ; J went on the overs a the an hastened Mack , bite, Ae Sip = See.
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_Hackett soon learned of the meeting on the street of Black - and the shadow, and of the answers Black had given. “You did just right,” said Hackett. “But you want to keep = in the house now, or they may kidnap you. They are a dan- gerous crowd.” “PI have to meet him to-day.” —’ “Well, there won’t be any danger in broad daylight right on the street.” “No, I don’t think there 7. That afternoon Hackett attended the inquest, gave his testi- mony, ‘and then gave bonds for his appearance when wanted. 7 ag Graves was committed for murder, and Hackett went back _ to the hotel, where Black was waiting for him. _ That evening, when Hackett was not around, a man came up to Jessie and handed her a note. — “Dear Black,” it ran. “Come with the bearer of this, and ou will learn something greatly to your advantage. “Yours, etc., “Hacket.” Be “Yes,” she said, folding the note. “Where is he?” ‘Come with me and I'll lead you to him,” said the man. “All right, go on.” page ‘much. further?” Right reubts w Sk ere on,” and the man led the way rickety flight of stairs. Jessie followed, and they both a din y-looking room. The man wheeled and slammed to, locked it, and said: resnme mei atitger,: young Snel” ‘ mocking, triumphant Maiah of the man caused Jessie to backward against the door, as if stricken a terrible pressed a hand over her heart, and gasped: do you mean?” gleefully. ‘Hackett send for me?” v > are going to send for him. You'll see him soon 2 along with me,” and taking her by the arm she knew would be utterly useless to eee THE SHATTERED GLASS. that you are my prisoner, youngster,” said the’ ‘room of the old house, which, 27 “What was it done for?” “Business—business, youngster. Just sit down to that table there and write a note to Hackett to come here—that you want him, and that your life isn’t worth two cents unless he does:” sare is <i “T won’t do anything of the kind,” Jessie replied. “Oh, you won’t, eh? Waal, we'll see if we can’t make you do it,” said the man. “Give me that raw-hide, Sal, and help me draw his coat.” : The woman got up and procured a rawhide whip and gave it to Bill. “Take his coat off and let him have it on the bare back,” Jessie turned as white as a sheet. She knew that if she re- sisted her sex would be discovered, and thus make matters worse, i “Oh, I’ll write it,” she said. “I see I can’t help myself. But he'll kill you for this. He is a terrible man when he is angry.” “We'll take care of him,” the note.” Jessie sat down at the table and wrote at dictation: said Bill. “Sit down and write “Mr. Hackett—I am in trouble and want you to come to me at once. You are the only one who can do me any good. Come with the bearer. Yours, ; “Jesse Black.” “That'll do,” said Bill, taking up the note and looking it over. “If I hadn’t seen you write it I would swear a girl wrote it.” Jessie said nothing, but leaned back in the chair and stared up at the two villains. They both read it over, and then the same man who had carried the note that had succeeded in decoying Jessie into the clutches of the rascals, said: “That'll do. Give it to me. I’ll work it on him, and will have him here in ten minutes after I see him. Do you know where he is now, Black?” : “No,” she réplied. “But I was looking for him every min- ute when you gave me that false note.” “Well, I'll go there and wait for him,” his hat and left the room. Let us now return to the hotel asd hote the occurrences there since the young detective, for so we may regard Jessie, Teft. ‘ \ ‘ A few minutes after Jessie went away with the bearer of the decoy letter, Hackett returned to the hotel and asked the young night clerk: “Do you know if Black has retired to his room?” “I know that he has not,” was the reply, “for the key of his room is here in the box.” | ; “I saw him go off up the street just now,” said a guest of the hotel who was standing near by. “A man brought him a note that seemed to disturb him a little, and then he went off with him.” “How long since?” Hackett asked. _ “Some fifteen or twenty minutes since,” was the reply. “That's strange. I don’t think he has any acquaintances in and the man took n-| the city. ee See, ae Ht whe: aouahE tgl the |note?” — “Well dressed, pi looked somewhat like a sport.” Hackett sat down in the reading-room and thought over the x | matter. «Tm afraid, be tas boon trapped,” he said to himself. “They ee Tee C fo auiiaeacgrd about
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THE leisurely into the reading-room. Hackett was resting his el- bows on the reading-table and holding his chin in both hands. “Is your name Hackett?” the man asked, going up to him. - “Yes,” was the reply. “Here’s a note for you, sir,” and the man gave him the note Jessie had written. He glanced at the handwriting and sprang ob b 7 to his feet. “Who gave you this?” he exclaimed. “The writer,” was the reply. “Read it and decide what you will do.” He opened the note and read it. Of course he recognized ' the handwriting of his beloved Jessie. ' ‘Phe whole thing flashed through his brain in an instant. “Jesse Black was Jessie White, and now the wretches have got her in their clutches. She has not been able to recognize me any more than I have her. My God, if she should be harm- ed. I now know why she left Rosedale. She is in disguise, trying to aid me in my trouble.” - “What will you do, sir?” the man asked. _ send an answer?” “Go with you, of course,” he said. “Lead on, I'll see what Black wants. He’s a young friend of mine, and I hope he has not got into any trouble.” _ “I don’t know much about it,” said the man. “You will soon find out, though, for he is only a few blocks from ‘iere.” Hackett made up his mind to be ready for any treachery that they might try to perform, and so placed his hand on his » revolver to have it ready for instant use. ‘ - The man thought him unsuspicious, and led the way up to and across the Bowery. Hackett followed, keeping his eyes ‘taking in everything that occurred around him, resolved to meet treachery with revolver in hand, ‘that his beloved was in the hands of the vil- <= 7° ee eee ea et ee Ee ee, Ta 4 “Will you go or ‘ ea handwriting,” he said to himself, “for I would ten thousand letters.” ” sald the mae, leading the way up the dirty, | on. ru follow you if you lead to the dark Ss were psn ane then the man halted in and ‘Hackett followed. : of the stairs the man rapped a then waited two or three minutes Ma her of the three men. onthe te a8 cool and unmoved as, ert i? i b had used you to entrap me also. I recognized your bender SHATTERED GLASS. “T should smile.” “What are you going to do?” ’ “We are going to see that you don’t give any testimony in ‘ the Graves’ trial.” “Oh, I see. What are you going to do to prevent my doing that?” “Cut your throat, if it can’t be done any other way.” “Suppose you go to work at it now?” and he drew his revolver. . The decoy sprang forward to clutch his arm, but Hackett was too quick for him. He fired, the ball going clear through his body. “I’m shot!” groaned the decoy, as he reeled back against the wall. Crack! crack! went the revolver again, and each of the other two received a, bullet each, and staggered away. One of them fired a shot, but he was hit a second before, which saved Hackett from a similar fate. Two of them sank down to the floor—one dead and the other groaning in deathlike agonies. : “Am I a prisoner now?” Hackett asked. “Oh, I am killed!” groaned the decoy. “What’s the row?” demanfled the woman, who had been left in the next room with Jessie, bursting into the apartment. “We are—all—killed!” groaned one of the men. “Oh, Mr. Hackett!” cried Jessie, darting forward and cling- ing to him. “I’m so glad you came!” It was as much as Hackett could do to restrain himself. He wanted to hug her to his heart and tell her who he was, but concluded to wait for a more opportune time. The woman attempted to escape from the room. “Stop!” commanded Hackett. “Move a step at your peril!” Two policemen ran up the steps and burst into the room. “Hello!” cried one of them, looking around at the men lying on the floor. “Who did) this?” “1 did—ask that man about it,” and Hackett pointed to: the dying decoy. ; ; The officer asked the decoy about it. io “Yes!” he said. “He did it. I am dying. I’m wiped out: ? We were hired by Gerald Graves’ friends to get Hackett and. Black out of the way as witnesses. Hackett opened fire and — spoiled the game. I’m Dick Harold. I’m the man who threw the glass that killed Jim Dodd at Palace Hall. Ross didn’t-do- it. I threw it, and Graves knows ie Write to Ross and save him, He is innocent!” : “Thank God!” fervently exclaimed Jessie, clasping her — hands over her heart and leaning back against the wall. ; ’ “You hear what he says, do you, officer?” Hackett asked. “Yes. You are not to blame, so far as I can see. oe tad have to take you to the station-house.” ‘ “ All right.” PD One of the officers then went with Hackett and Jessie to station-house, where they were given quarters in the captatn’s room, or private office, until the matter could be investigated. : *Oh, do you. think they will send us to jail?” Jessie ask : as soon as they were alone together. LF “No. What have we done that is wrong? ‘Self-defense is allowed to every human being. They had you a prisoner, s — ing the moment I saw it, and——” ' “Why, how did you know my handwriting? I never " to you before.” a4 "ae tole op pen and wroteon apiece of paper which peri hieden fetes yaEs
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_ She glanced over it, and then, with a glad cry, fell fainting in his arms. Luckily the cry was not heard by anyone in the front _ office, or the situation would have been far more interesting. As it was, Hackett—as we shall continue to call our hero— “was very uneasy for fear her sex should be discovered. He covered her face with kisses, and then seized a glass of water and dashed it in her face. She opened her eyes with a start and a groan. “Oh, Robert, have I found you again?” she murmured. “Ves.” : “And you did not kill that man?” “No, Jessie, as God is my judge. I own I went to places grpeve IT should not have gone, but I did not throw any glass, as you heard that man Harold say. Why Graves should say that I threw it I cannot conceive.” 4 “I know why he did it,” she said. “You do?” “Yes. He asked me to marry him, and when I refused he swore that no other man should call me his.” a “Why, darling, I never knew that!” a _ “No, and it was wrong of me not to have told you about it. _ Enever thought it worth while to mention it. As soon as I ; read your letter to your father, in which you denied throwing Sned glass, and stating that Mr. Graves had been your friend, I something wrong, and prepared at once to disguise impel and come to the city, for the purpose of trying to find ont about it. Oh, Robert, I’m so glad your good name will x Deraletred at Jast!” m I, darling, and then I will go back to Rosedale and ) away from the temptations of the city.” » “Oh, if you will I shall he so happy, and I know your “Yes. T AGW at will be bettér- HF boen- em: But, Jessie, f uses yeni ‘you. AE, me now, after all that has» hap- Mea; BbtAet; eves tivugh’ aul the: world ywere ‘tar abun 700, in ‘ ~~ love you Fite all the men in the world.” in his arms and pressed her to his heart. The oer inte ares darling,” he said. “My name 1 be cleared, but the events of the last three months will bea sad memory to me. I have probably killed three xn to-night, and——” Th: t will make no difference with me, dear Robert. You » justified as I justify you now,” and she kissed him as she spoke. _ darling,” he said, “all my fears are gone. Sit in that hapa while I sit here. We must keep your identity } and when you get out of this place go back to the THE SHATTERED GLASS. the man Harold had, just before breathing his last, made statements before several witnesses, exonerating Hackett from all blame. . At six o’clock the police captain came in, and said: “Well, sir, how goes it?” “Pretty rough,” said Hackett, best bed for comfort.” “You can have a bed to-night, I guess, as there’s no reason in the world why you should be detained. Harold died last night, exonerating you from all blame in the matter. It will make a hero of you, my dear fellow, and I congratulate you,” and the captain shook hands with him cordially. “TI am glad to hear you say that,” said Hackett, to keep inside the law.” “Which you did to the very letter. He also said that it was he, and not Ross, who threw the glass that killed Dodd at Palace Hall, which statement will clear Ross. So you see you did a good thing when you opened fire on that gang.” “Yes, more good than you know,” said Hackett. “The judge, under the circumstances, may order a nominal bail, and then you will be released.” “Thanks. Will we be allowed to go out for breakfast?” “Yes, with an escort.” “Very well. Wash your face and hands, Black, and we'll go out to a restaurant.” Jessie sprang up, went to the wash basin, and bathed her face and hands. “I am ready now,” she said. The captain sent’an officer with them, and he led them to a restaurant, where Hackett ordered breakfast for three. The officer ate with them, and then escorted them back to the station. Three hours later, on the judge being sent for, they were re- leased on nominal bail. “Now come back to the hotel, darling,” whispered Robert, “and we'll talk over the situation, and see what's to be done.” They went back to the hotel, where many people were wait- ing to get a glance of the man who had killed three ruf- fians the night before. He didn’t wait any time with them, but went up to his room, accompanied by Black. “Here's a note for you, sir,” said the clerk a moment later, knocking at the door. He opened the door, took the letter, and tore off "the en- velope. “By George!” he exclaimed. “as a chair is not exactly the “for I tried “We struck it just right, Those |stocks went up forty dollars a share, when Mr. Hubbel, our broker, sold out for us, clearing twenty thousand dollars. Oh, Jessie! we will get married this very day!” and he snatched her in his arms and hugged and kissed her till she had to t|beg him to desist. “We are rich now,” he continued, “and I’m going to see a ; lawyer and get his advice as to what course to pursue. You stay here till I come back.” He seized his hat and dashed out of the room. A few ‘minutes later he was in consultation with a well- : known lawyer, to whom he told his story, concealing nothing. “You are in no danger, "said the lawyer. “For a fee of $100 _|I will agree to see you through any court in America.” “Pll give it,” and forthwith he wrote an order on his broker geal the amount. “Now go and marry your girl at once—this very day,” ‘said igs Sohcoee. “ooh then both of you will be all right.” Bae eS wveneyte went mae to ay hotel, and told Jessie what the 708 wing to mary me to-day. Tessie?”
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Se “So it will. We’ll go to another hotel! pay our bills.” Jessie went to her room, and prepared to leave the hotel. iy Robert went down and paid their bill, called a carriage, and both entered and drove away. In the earriage Jessie put on the dress over her boy’s clothes, ad thus was ready to go to the hotel in her proper dress. A dolar extra to the driver made him as dumb as_an oyster, ‘d when they entered the hotel they were assigned a large oom together as man and wife. “Now I will go out and wait till you change your dress »mplete, and then we’ll take another carriage, go to a minis- ‘.er, and get married.” - Jessie lost no time in dressing, and in an hour they were in another carriage—she as Jessie White, and he as Robert Ross—going to the residence of a minister. An hour later they were pronounced man and wife, and ; returned to the hotel, Jessie having the certificate of her marriage in the pocket of her dress. She was as happy as a bird, for now she would soon return to Rosedale a bride, and rich enough to have the finest home in the town. The inquest was held in the afternoon, which Robert attend- ed as Hackett, and the verdict acquitted him of all blame. Then he went back to the hotel and threw off the disguise he had been wearing. He was now to be Robert Ross again, at under which name he had registered at the hotel. a “Now for the judge and the district attorney's office,” he ~ said, kissing his bride and leaving her again, * The district attorney was surprised when he learned who he was. “You have done right in reporting yourself,” he said to Robert. “No man but Graves ever swore that you threw the glass at Dodd. You may go, and feel assured that you will not be troubled.” “Can I see Graves?” “Yes—if you wish to,” and the lawyer gave him a written permit, with which he went away. On reaching the Tombs he presented the order, and asked permission to see Gerald Graves. _ He was shown into the cell where the murderer was con- fined. At first Graves did not recognize. “Hello, Graves!” Robert exclaimed. “You're in a hole here.” “Robert Ross!” exclaimed Graves, staggering back as if stricken a blow. “You here!” 2 See, I'm back again and married,” _ “Marrjed!” _ - *Yes—Jessie White and I were quietly married at ¥ a. m. to-day, at —— church parsonage. Harold was killed last night, and before dying said he was the man who threw that glass, age | at you had hired him to get rid of Black and T'll go down and Se et 8s Pree iy ag Phe ea next. day after I left the city, and have been here er since hunting up evidence on the Dodd case. It_was a eee game you played on me, but now I am a witness against you ina genuine murder ease. It was me you tried to kill, though you didn’t know it. Good-by,” and before Graves could regain his speech sufficient to make a reply Robert was _ From the Tombs Robert went to his broker, who insisted on returned to Jessie, told her of his interview with ae and said: Fe have the story of both of | etd coming as Hackett, before he would give him the money he THE SHATTERED GLASS. “Oh, we will go home to-morrow!” “Yes, and buy us the prettiest home in the village.” ’ Reader, our story is ended. The temptations of the city were too much for Robert Ross, and so he fell. But he rose again after a terrible ordeal, and had the good sense to return to the country, where he is now the head of an interesting family, and one of the most respected citizens of Rosedale. But he has never forgotten the experience of the country boy in New York. Gerald Graves was tried, found guilty of murder, and sen- tenced to hard labor for life. THE END. Read** LIGHTNING LEW, THE BOY SCOUT; OR, PERILS IN THE WEST,” by Gen’l Jas. A. Gordon, which will be the next number (294) of “Pluck and Luck.” SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail. “HAPPY DAYS.” The Best Illustrated Weekly Story Paper Published. ISSUED FRIDAYS. 16 PAGES. Price 3D Cents. OUT TO-DAY! OUT TO-DAY! FIRE ALARM FRED, |The Hook and Ladder Boy; OR, RUNNING WITH THE MACHINE, By Robert Lennox, Begins in No, 484 of “Happy Days,” Issued Jan, 8, For Sale by All Newsdealers, or will be Sent to Any Ad-— , | dress: on Receipt of Price, 5 Gents per Copy, by
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TES 84 Around the Horizon for Ten Thousand Miles; or, Frank Reade, we: T ISSUES. ‘Jr.'s Most Wonderful Trip. ; 44 Frank Reade, Jr, and His Torpedo Boat; or, At War With the |35 Lost im the Atlantic Valley; or, Frank Reade, Jr, and his Won- Brazilian Rebels. 86 Frank Reade, Jr.'s Desert Explorer; or, The Underground Cit 12 Fighting the Slave Hunters; or, Frank Reade, Jr., in Central of the Sahara. x Africa. 87 Lost in the Mountains of the Moon; or, Frank Reade, Jr.'s Great ¢ - “ 13 cient Zone to Zone; or, The Wonderful Trip of Frank Reade, Jr., | 9g Ein Fig ae Pe ‘Thousand Miles. with His Latest Air Ship. 89 Frank Reade, Jr.’s Clipper of the Prairie: or, Fighting the Apaches 14 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Dlectric Cruiser of the Lakes; or, A in the Southwest. Journey Through Africa by Water. 40 The Chase of a Comet; or, Frank Reade, IJr.’s Aerial Trip with 15 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Blectric Turret; or, Lost in the Land the “Flash. of Fire 41 Across the Frozen Sea; or, Frank Reade Jr.’s Electric Snow Cut- 16 Frank Reddo; Jr., and His Engine of = Clouds; or, Chased ter. Around the World in the Sky. 42 Frank Reade Jr.’s Electric Buckboard; or, Thrilling Adventures in ‘17 In oe Great Whirlpool; or, Frank Reade, Jr’ s Strange Adventures North Australia, in a Submarine Boat. 43 Aeoeos Ro Arctic Pinna or, Frank Reade Jr.’s Famous Flight s Air 18 tothe hoe Banare vot, Prank Reese, 3x, Attor a: Besouls's 44 Frank — Jr.'s Rearch for the Silver Whale; or, Under the 5 Ocean in the Electric “Dolphin. 19 is ga Be te oe Clouds; or, Frank Reade, Jr.’s Air-Ship the | 45 wig Reade. Jr., and His Electric Car; or, Outwitting a Desperate ang. 20 Around the World Under Water; or, The Wonderful Cruise of a | 46 To the End of the Earth; or, Frank Reade Jr.'s Great Mid-Air Submarine Boat. Flight. 21 The Mystic Brand; or, Frank Reade, Jr., and His Overland Stage. 47 The Missin Island; or, Frank Reade Jr.’s Voyage Under the Sea. 22 Frank Reade, Jr.’s Electric Air Racer; or, Around the Globe in | 48 Frank Reade, Jr., in Central India; or, the Search for the Lost Thirty Days. Savants. 28 The Sunken Pirate; or, Frank Reade, Jr., in Search of a Treasure | 49 Frank Reade, Jr. Fighting The Terror of the Coast. ; at the Bottom of the S$ 50 100 ee a the ace of the Sea; or, The Marvelous Trip of Frank a Magnetic Gun Carviage; or, Working for the 51 Abandoned in A Alaska; or, Frank Reade, Jr.'s Thrilling Search for a Lost 25 Frank Reade, Jr, and His Blectrie Ice Ship; or, Driven Adrift |59 Wrank Reade, Jr.’ Twenty-five Thousand Mile Trip in the Air. in the Frozen Sky. 53 Under the Yellow Sea; or, Frank Reade, Jr’s Search for the Cave ot 26 Frank Reade, Jr.’s Blectric Sea Engine; or, Hunting for a Sunken Pearls. Diamond Mine. 54 From the Nile to the Niger; or, Frank Reade, Jr., Lost in the Soudan. 27 The Black Range ; or, Frank Reade, Jr., Among the Cowboys with 55 Luptrnpoag- bs gery or, k Reade, Jr's Search for the Greatest Won Fe ectrie Caravan, * 56 The Unde und Sea; or, Frank Reade, Jr’s Subterranean Cru 28 Over the Andes with Frank Reade, Jr., in His New Air-Ship; or, 87 From fc to Tropic: or, Frank Reade, Jr.’s Tour With nis Bie sole Cae. Wild. Adyeutures In“Peru. 88 Lost ina net's Tail; or, Frank Reade, Jr.s Strange Adventure with 29 Frank Reade, Jr., Exploring a Submarine Mountain ; or, Lost at the His Air-ship. . Bottom of the Sea. 59 Under Four Ocoans; or, Frank Reade, Jr.’s Submarine Chase of a “Sea v P 30 Adrift in Africa; or, Frank Reade, Jr., Amo the Ivory Hunters : with His New Electric Wagon. - x! 60 The eat py Mirage; or, Frank Reade, Jr.’s Desert Search for a Sec- de, for a Lo i ret Oley. 31 sag 7 fen le, Jr.'s Search for a Lost Man in His Latest Air 61 mA ee ec, Jn's Most W. al Mid Air 32 Frank cel ‘Tr s en ge for the Sea Serpent; or, Six Thousand 62 Lost in the Great | Undertow; or, Frank Reade Jr.’s Submarine Cruise in Miles Under the Sea. Guif 83 Frank Reade, Jr’s Prairie Whirlwind; or, The Mystery of the |63 ‘Adetod Aeucratle ia with Frank Reade, Jr.; or, in His New Electric Car. Hidden Canyon. 64 Over Two Continents; or, Frank Reade, Jr.’s Long Distance Flight. 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7 THE STAGE. f 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN’S JOKE ontaining a great variety of the latest jokes used by the is end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without ul little book a varied assortment of stump speeches, Negro, Dutch Also end men’s jokes. Just the thing for home amuse- mateur shows. z ab: HE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE f BOOK.—Something new and very instructive. Every obtain this book, as it contains full instructions for or- teur minstrel troupe. fULDOON'S JOKES.—This is one of the most original ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor. large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., uldoon, the great wit, humorist and practical joker very bey who can enjoy a good substantial joke shoul i ediately. a fOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR—Containing com- of ist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager. US WILLIAMS’ JOKE BOOK.—Cortaining the lat- necdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ar German comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome pr containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.—Containing ions for constructing a window garden either in town and the most approved methods for raising beautiful home. HOW TO COOK.—One of the most instructive books ever published. It contains recipes for cooking meats, And oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.—It contains information for boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how to it anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments, ELECTRICAL. HOW TO MAKE AN the wonderful uses of electricit h full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries, eorge Trebel, ‘A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty il- HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.—Con- i directions for making electrical machines, induction mos, and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. - Bennett. Fully illustrated. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.—Containing a ion of instructive and highly amusing electrical tricks, th illustrations. By A. Anderson. _ ENTERTAINMENT. OW TO BECOME A VENTRILOQUIST. By Harry The secret given away. Every intelligent boy reading instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multi- night with his wonderful imitations), can master the ‘ate any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the pk ever published, and there’s millions (of fun) in it. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.—_A ble little book just published. A complete compendium sports, card diversions, comic recitations, ete., suitable r drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the ites published. HOW TO PLAY GAMES.—A bigs gre and useful little hining the rules and regulations of billiards, bagatelle, m, croquet, dominoes, etc.” * HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.—Containing all conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches ayings. 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HE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER.— | It | of | etions how to make up for various characters on the | her with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompter, | The most complete book of the kind ever pub- | ments, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds. | | D USE ELECTRICITY.—A de- | y and electro magnetism : —— No, 31. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.—Containing four _ teen illustrations, giving the different positions requisite to becom: | a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems fram , all the popular authors of prose and poetry, arranged in the met i simple and concise manner possible. No. 49. HOW TO DEBATE.—Giving rules for conducting ék> | bates, outlines for debates;-questions for discussion, and the bey | sources for procuring information on the questions given. SOCIETY. | No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.—The arts and wiles of flirtation ai fully explained by this little book. Besides the various methods «. handkerchief, fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it com | tains a full list of the language and sentiment of flowers, which %& interesting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happsy | without one. No. 4. HOW TO DANCE is the title of a new-and ‘-handsowy tle book just issued by Frank Tousey. It contains full instrue- ‘tions in the art of dancing, etiquette in the ballroom and at partie; } id to dress, and full directions for calling off in all popular squais> dances, No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE—A complete guide to low, courtship and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquet@> to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not ges erally known. No. 17. HOW TO DRESS.—Containing full instruction in tn | art of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving thc selections of colors, material, and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.—One of tc | brightest and most valuable little books ever given to the worlgl Everybody wishes to know how to become beautiful, both male gum} female. The secret is simple, and almost costless.. Read this: basi’ and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.—Handsomely illustrated g@ia:! | containing full instructions for the management and training of tho canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. : |_ No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS ANIb | RABBITS.—A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illuo trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO MAKE AND SET TRAPS.—Including hint on how to catch moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harringtow, | Keene. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.—A valw | lit No. able book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountia and preserving birds, animals and insects. ; No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.—Giving com } plete information as to the manner and method of raising, keeping, | taming, breeding and managing all kinds of pets; also giving fall | instructions for making cages, ete. Fully explained by twenty. | eight illustrations, making it the most complete book of the kins ever published. MISCFLLANEOUS. |. No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST.—A useful and {is structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also #5 periments in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, aa directions for making fireworks, colored fires and gas ballocw This book cannot be equaled. No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.—A complete handbook {s, making all kinds of candy, ice cream, syrups, essences, ete, ete. No. 19. FRANK TOUSEY’S UNITED STATES DISTANGE TABLES, POCKET COMPANION AND GUIDE.—Giving tho official distances on all the railroads of the United States am¢! Canada. Also table of distances by water to foreign ports, hea fares in the principal cities, reports of the census, etc,, etc., makhag) it one of the most complete and handy books published. No, 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.—A wore derful book, containing useful and practical information in tho treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to evem _—. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com plaints. No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.—OCos- taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranging; of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. : No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.—By Old King Brady, the world-known detective. In which he lays down some yvaluabic and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventurec and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 60. HOW TQ DECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.—Contaiwe garding the Camera and how to work it: ing useful information re: also how to make Photographie Magic Lantern Slides and othe: Transparencies. 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Pro CC KX A IN DP iawUO0UCOkK8. CONTAINS ALL SORTS OF STORIES. EVERY STORY COMPLETE BEAUTIFULLY COLORED COVERS. 32 PAGES. LATEST ISSUES: 2%8 Jack Wright, The Boy Inventor, and His Under-Water Ironclad: or, The Treasure of the Sandy Sea. By “Noname.” 219 sags Ta ati Grit; or, The Brand Irish Lad. By Allyn By Howard Aus- 220 museurh "Thick and Thin; or, Our Boys Abroad. 222 The ges of the Deep; or, Above and Beneath the Capt. Thos. H. Wilson. 222 Jack Wright and His Electric Deers ; or, Fighting the Bandits of the Black Hills. By “Noname.” 223 At 12 o'clock ; or, The Mystery of the Lighthouse. Revolution. By Gen. Jas. A. Gordon. 224 The Rival Boat Clubs; or, The Boss School at Beechwood. a Draper. 225 baa # aunted House on the Hudson; Sound. By Jas. C. Merritt. 226 Jack Wright and His Prairie Engine, or Among the Bushmen of Australia. By “Noname.” 227 A ren a 2 20; or, Fighting His Way in Wall Street. By H. K. Shack oo Hook and Ladder No. 2. By Ex-Fire Chief Warden. 229 Gn Deck; or, The Boy Pilot of Lake Erie. By Allyn Draper. 230 Locomotive Fred; or, Life on the Railroad. By Jas. C. Merritt. 231 Jack Wright and His Electric Air Schooner; or, The Mystery of a Magic e By “Noname.” 232 — — Phil; or, From a Bootblack to a Merchant. 233 Custer’s Last “Shot ; or, The Boy Trailer of the Little Horn. An Old Scout. 234 The sa Rangers; or, The Sons of Freedom. By Gen. 235 Old Si Nine; or, “he Prince of Engineers. By Jas. C. Merritt. 2% Among t Fire-Worshippers ; or, Two New York Boys in Mexico. By Howard Austin. 237 Jack Wright and his Electric Sea Motor ; The Search for a Drifti Wreck. =! “Noname.” 238 Ly ears on an Island; or, The Story of a Castaway. By Thos. H. Wilson. Chad Cari: or, The King of the Saddle. By An Old Scout. pee. <i Ladder Jack, the Daring Young Fireman. By Ex-Fire 241 Ice-Bound; o ae the Floes. By Berton Bertrew. 342 Jack Wright. ee His Ocean Sleuth- Hound ; or, Tracking an Un- der-Water Treasure. By “Noname.” Sea. By A Story of the By or, the Smugglers of the By How- By Jas. A. or, 243 The Fatal Glass; or, The Traps and Snares of New York. A True Temperance Story. By Jno. B. Dowd. 244 The Maniac Engineer: or, A Life's Mystery. By Jas. C. Merritt. 245 Jack Wright and His Electric Locomotive; or, The Lost Mine of | Death Valley. By “Noname.” 246 The Ten Boy Scouts. A Story of the Wild West. By An Old Seout. 247 eed bert By the Spy; or, Man, Woman, or Boy. By Gen'l . S. Wood (The Young Ameri- The Mahdi's Slave. 248 Diek I went the Boy Actor. By N can 249 A New Rol, They in the Soudan; or, ard A 258 Jack Wright and His Electric Balloon Ship: ve the Earth. By “Noname.” 25% The Game-Cock of Deadwood. <A Story of the Wild Northwest. 253 Hoty Hook, tse ‘Bos Fi { No. 1 3. Hoo the v reman o a. : By Ex-Fire Chief Warden. 253 pms Bhs a of New York. By N. 254 saree c Wright and His Dandy of the Deep: Sea of Fire. By “Noname.” By How- or, 50,000 Leagues or, Always at His Post. S. Woods (The Young American . Driven Afloat in the 255 jn the “Seat of Ice; or, The Perils of a Boy Whaler. By Berton Bert 256 Mad Anthous Wayne, the Hero of Stony Point. By Gen’l. Jas. A. Go or, Fighting the Redskins. By An Old 257 The oe Scout ; Seout. For Sale by All Newsdealers, or will be Sent to Any Address on Receipt of Price, 5 Cents per Copy, by PRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, ; le = } of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, in the following Order Blank and send it turn mail. FRANK TOUSEY,. Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. Mpa ee ay, _.eents for which please send me: Dear Str—Enclosed find. . peels of WORK AND WIN, Nos, ; 258 259 IF YOU WANT [ ANY BACK NUMBERS they can be obtained from this office direct. to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by re- POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. “ ee eereereseseeoeree seers See ys * WILD WEST WEEKLY, ‘Nos. 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