Pluck And Luck (no. 765) (1913 01 29)

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IRON KINGS iy Fe hata R.Monrgor He mashed the masher’s hat in, and sent Mat Markham tumbling over against the hind whee! of the buggy. The horse started then and the masher landed on his back in the gutter. ws. CRIMIUEEY PUBLISHER. 168 W 23.20 ggasi NEW ~ YORK :

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PLUCK AND LUCK Stories of Adventure Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second-Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, November 7, 1898. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1913 in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, Publisher, 1468 West 23d Street, New York. New Application for Second-Class Entry pending. No, 765. NEW YORK, JANUARY 29, 1913. Price 5 Cents, Fred, the Foundry. Boy oR, FIGHTING THE IRON KINGS By RICHARD R. MONTGOMERY : Be . : CHAPTER I. “Tt strikes me,” said Fred, slowly, that there are iron kings among you moulders, who draw all the way from four to eight THE STRIKE AT THE IRON WORKS. dollars a day, just as well as among the bosses, for you want « to rule us all, and to force us foundry boys to be out of pocket a whole lot of good dollars, just because you want to make a point which w6n’t do us one bit of good.” “You had better think twice about it. We'll aks it hot| It was sound common sense that Fred, the foundry boy, was you if you don’t.” -| talking, and Pete Taylor knew it, and probably that was what “There is no need for me to think twice about it. I have |made him angry. iven the matter all the thought that is necessary.” He turned Bat bolt on Fred and, shaking his fist in his face, “ana you have positively decided not to join?” hissed: GA “That's the size of it.” “Look out for yourself, Fred French! If you stay in while “But why? Isn’t it a fellow’s duty to stand by his friends in | the rest of us go out, we'll kill you—that’s all!” 2 of trouble?” Having relieved himself of that cheerful remark, Pete Tay- think it is. I propose to stand by my friends, and the/|lor walked off into anether part of the big building, leaving friend I’ve got is the best friend any fellow ever had/|Fred, the foundry boy, to resume his shoveling m anything is mother. If I join in this strike my mother will have | but a pleasant frame of mind. so out to work to support me and my two sisters. I won’t| There was trouble brewing in Welby, which, with its near it, sigs Taylor, not so long as I can work with my|neighbor, Darlington, formed one of a pair of the liveliest ni foundry towns in western Pennsylvania. w! “You're a regular mollycoddle, Fred French,” .| For a long time business had been very dull, and the iron be.” workers were deprived of everything which went to make n to fight these fron kings to the bitter end. They | life comfortable, some being even reduced almost to the verge J sed/us long enough. The fron business was never | of starvation, and now, just as everything was improving and das it ig at present, and now is our time to put the| there was work enough for all, the iron kings of the labor a hole when the shop {s full of orders and everything | union had decreed this strike against those other fron kings, i , don't you see?” — ag they called their bosses, demanding a sharp increase in pay. who was busy.shoveling moulding sand into his wheel-| As for the merits of the quarrel, we know nothing about , leaned on his shovel and looked the young Pollack, |the matter, and it does not at all concern our story, but one Basie came et Bae Tevler: in the Welby Iron thing must be mentioned, and that is that for a long time aight in the eyes, = there had been great dissatisfaction among the iron workers 6," he sald, “thie strike seems to me altogether against the leaders of their local union, who held sway over are a moulder; you have a floor in this | them by a small majority of votes in the lodge. ‘Y, ery @ striking for a ten per cent, rise in pay,| By « majority of one this strike had been ordered, and thus : only @ helper, and when you moulders come to settle it will be seen that there were as many against it as there difference with the iron kings, we helpers won't be| were for it, - wn _ We won't be considered at all, as you know very well,| Fred and the other boys who were helpers on the “floor” ee for a week er a month, or six| were net members of the union, but were allowed to work ee sec annd tone under certain restrictions,,and by the payment of certain

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a ae FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. — well paid for their labor to be better paid still, and he had of the millinery store where she was employed at the same Ai about made up his mind not to join in the strike provided moment that Mat Markham came out of the saloon next door. _ any one else remained loyal “to the Welby Iron Works. But. “Ah, Miss Dora, I am just in time!” exclaimed Mat, rather if, on the other hand, every one went out, of course he would thickly, for he had been interviewing “John Barleycorn” in have to go, too. the saloon. “I’m going your way. Let me help you into my The day wore on, and the big foundry bell rang at five buggy. It’s just as cheap to ride as it is to walk.” o’clock to dismiss the men. | Pretty Dora Daley’s eyes flashed fire. ‘The Pollacks and Hungarians, with black faces and dinner-. “I don’t know you, sir,” she said, in a tone which should pails in their hands, went trooping to their homes in the have been enough for any aratteman in the least degree lower road, leaving Fred French and his friend, Tom Daley, Worthy of the name. to trudge along the main road to Darlington, for they lived’ “Don't know me! Now, come, thai’s pretty good!” cried in the upper part of the town. _Mat, placing himself in front of the girl. “Didn't we go to “Do the Darlington fellows go out, too, Fred?” asked Tom, cae agp toy pi si e eniget ae Be as * as they walked along, dodging the bicycles of the foundrymen, BOF SB OE Oma Had : Phery sid ca eo i etary «,! dry for Tom.” who, like themselves, lived up the road, as best they pit 4 >

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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. 3 Mat got his dose then, and the horse, taking fright, ran | “Are you hurt, miss?” asked Fred, anxiously. “I'm afraid down Main street like mad, giving the iron king’s son all hejit was all my fault.” could do to keep from being thrown into the street. “Why, I’m not hurt at all,” replied the girl, “and I don't Fred broke the whip in two, and, throwing the pieces after} blame you a bit. I should not have tried to pass you. How the rapidly retreating buggy, went ‘home with Dora Daley. can I ever thank you enough for saving my life? I should His mind was made up now. certainly have*been killed if you had not acted as promptly Mat Markham’s whip had done what Pete Taylor’s argu-}as you did.” Ments could not do. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” said Fred. “What I did was The next day Fred French joined with his fellow workmen, | 20thing; the question is, what can I do for you now? You who, at twelve o'clock, marched out of the Welby Iron Works seem to be in a bad box.” in a body. “But you are in a worse one. You have lost your wagon.” The great fight against the iron kings had fairly begun, and “It isn’t mine; it belongs to Mr. Stubbs, the grocer. by the next day it had made big headway, for the men of the “And its.loss will make you a lot of trouble, I daresay. My Dathan foundry at Darlington struck, too, and half a dozen | 2@me is Lena. Cranford. Probably you know my father by other iron works were closed up there. reputation. He is John Cranford. We live next to Mr. For the next few weeks it was hard times in Welby; the | Pathan’s house, on the Darlington road.” workmen suffered and the storekeepers suffered, but the great- Know him! Wow could Fred help knowing him! Here he est sufferers were the women, who had to turn to and support | V4, up against another iron king, but this time a retired & great band of idle men. one, for Mr. Cranford had long been out of the iron business, Mrs. French was an exception. Fred saw to that. He went and had the reputation of being one of the wealthiest men in right to work at anything he could find to do, He helped the ‘Pat section of the State. grocer carry out goods on Saturdays, he did garden work and| It was now getting on toward dusk, and Fred was consider- helped Green, the painter, four or five days, and in fact, he ably puzzled to know what to do with the wreck of the phae- did so well in the matter of money that he began to think | ton and the young lady, who had been so unexpectedly thrown that whichever way the strike went he would hardly care to} Upon his protection, when all at once, to his great joy, he saw go back to the foundry again, and work in the heat for six | his own horse come trotting toward him drawing the grocery dollars a week. Wagon behind it unharmed. Meanwhile, there were labor meetings and processions, and| ~~ We are all right now, miss!” he exclaimed, “That old nag threats to blow up the foundries, and all the usual troubles of ours knows altogether too much to run far in the opposite which go hand-in-hand with strikes, for the fron kings had | ‘UTection from the stable. Here he comes. We'll hitch your met and resolved simply to do nothing. horse on behind and I'll drive you home.” Five months passed, and from a strike the trouble had be-| | 0%» 1 should be so much obliged to you if you would,” come practically a lockout. Business in Welby and Darling- said Miss Cranford. “Would it be much out of your way?” ton had simply stopped, and such wag the situation on a cer- “It will be ali out of my way beyond the next house,” tain afternoon when there was a big procession of the striking laughed Fred, “but that.don’t matter. It isn’t more than three foundrymen, who hoped to arouse the sympathy of the people miles over to your place, anyhow, and as there is a thunder- by parading through the street of Welby carrying flags and storm coming up sure, the least I can do it to get you home beating drums, and displaying banners bearing such devices |i time to escape a wetting, and if we are quick I think we as: “Our cause is just,” “We will fight it out to the last!”|°#2 Manage that.” “Down with the iron kings!” ete. So Fred stepped out into the road and stopped his horse, Fred was not in the procession. He had no time to waste little dreaming into what this adventure was to lead him in such foolishness, for he was working for Mr. Stubbs, the before the grocer’s nag saw the inside of his stable again. grocer, that week. He had driven away out on the Darlington road to deliver — goods, when he suddenly met the procession wheeling out of a ¢ross-road which led over to another town, where there was CHAPTER III, a@ small foundry. Fred had not heard them coming, for the drums did not ABOUT THE CART THAT WENT OFF THE “HORSEBACK.” begin to beat until the head of the procession turned the corner, and then starting up full force, the grocer’s horse shied} fred reached Mr. Cranford’s elegant mansion before the and went dashing into a pretty little pony phaeton which was | <torm came on, and, take it altogether, he had one of the most being driven by a young lady who was in the act of passing | enjoyable rides of his life, for he found the young lady a the wagon when the horse jumped. most agreeable companion. There was trouble for Fred all in a minute. In fact, before he reached the end of his journey he had Off wheel of the phaeton and the young lady fell | arrived at the conclusion that Lena Cranford was just about eR er ant har eirta Gichins, she was being dragged | the nicest young lady he had ever met in his life. risk of his Nfe sprang from the wagon, and,| “You must come right in and see my father, Fred,” said Procession went filing around the corner with| “Oh, no, I couldn't think of it!” replied Fred. “I'm away one of the strikers man enough behind my time now, and I must get right back to the store, or Mr. Stubbs will be worried to death about the horse.” “Well, then you must come some other time. Father will of the| want to see you and thank you for what you have done for

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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. man who now came out through the gate to their assistance,| work, sending good money to blazes and alarming the whole he started back over the Welby road at full speed. He had not gone far before the storm broke, and a very severe one it proved to be. The thunder was the loudest Fred remembered hearirig in Many years, and the flashes of lightning were blinding and incessant, while rain seemed to come down in one solid sheet, “drenching Fred to the skin and dashing in his face with such violence that he could scarcely see where to drive. Fred had now come to a dangerous part of the road—dan- gerous, that is, on such a night as this. It was what they call out in that part of the country a : “horseback,” which means a natural causeway running te - through a deep hollow, a eeotonical formation which, by the et way, is rather rare. On one side of the horseback was a swamp; on the “eahee, a thick mass of tangled brush, and the height of the elevation on either side was about forty feet. Right at the end of the horseback, that is, the end toward Welby, and farthest away from Fred as he drove on to the . causeway, there was an inclined road leading down into the _ Swamp which had been made by the peat-cutters, for some of the Pollacks and Hungarians who worked in the foundries preferred that primitive kind of fuel to coal. . Just as Fred drove on to the horseback he perceived a cart ahead of him which seemed to be pretty well loaded down. It _ during the brief interval of one of the lightning flashes, saw the driver suddenly fall off the seat and tumble into the road. s | Basped Fred, urging his horse on. A terrific crash of thunder immediately followed, and Fred could hear the cart rumbling ahead of him in such a way as told him that tne horse was on the run. ; he could reach the spot where the man had fallen there came another flash, and Fred saw the cart go tumbling eee horseback on the left down into the swamp. nstantly there was a loud explosion which must have been for miles around. , All was still for an instant, and then a moment later Fred lee wis segiahis Gown: te Gh eawniy. What did it all mean?” Fred had no ‘time to think. It was all he could do to” hold own horse and k keep from going off ‘the horseback him- and in a moment reached the spot where one aa et Meee had struck the fellow was the sort was drawn by a single horse, and Fred, who caught sight of it. : cot _ “By gracious, that fellow has been struck -by lightning!” ) , though, fho had fallen off his wagon was just trying to| called “Jersey Ughtaigg”; in short, the ;| against” Mr. 1 neighborhood. You ought to be blown up yourself!” At the same time another of the four seized the horse’s head and another still sprang upon the wagon and, thrusting a revolver into Fred’s face, exclaimed: , “We want your team, young fellow, and we are going to kill you to get it if necessary—see?” “I see, Bat Goshinsky,” replied Fred, with a degree of cool- ness which surprised himself, for he recognized one of the leaders of the striking foundrymen, a perfect giant, who stood six feet four, and was stout in proportion; a man to be feared under all circumstances, and particularly so in a case like this. “Fred! Is that you, then?” is Mr. Stubbs’ team.” “That’s what it is.” “Where have you been?” “Over to Darlington.” “Good enough! You have happened along just in time. You haven’t done anything to help us fellows aleng that I’ve heard of yet, my boy, so how is a good chance to show what you are made of in this fight of ours against the iron kings. Jump in, boys! -Tumble Pete in behind. “By thunder, I’ve a good mind.to drown him in the swamp! What do you mean, you idiot, by getting drunk when we have such business on hand as we have to-night?” “°Tain’t my fault. cried Bat. “Ha! I see! This I didn’t drink nothing, I’m sick,” growled Pete, and then they went at each other in jaw-break- - ing Polish words, which Fred could not understand, of course, | but he did fully understand that he was in the hands of the very worst element of the strikers, and that they had taken possession of Mr, Stubbs’ wagon, and that Bat Goshinsky, ~ having taken the reins out of his hands, was now driving the horse down into the swamp. “Is the horse dead?” asked Pete, in English. He was lying © in the bottom of the wagon now, and getting a good s aking — up as the wagon rattled down the steep incline. “Both forelegs broken,” growled Bat. “I wish yours were, you blame fool.” ; “Is the dynamite all gone?” “One box is gone, the rest is all right and ready for busi- ness,” snarled Bat. “By thunder, I wish you had been sitting on top, of the case that went up.” Fred’s heart sank. i He understood it all now. He had heard rumors that the strikers meant to howe up the Welby Iron Works. re Was he to be made a party to this terrible crime? -It certainly looked “ad for Bat Goshinsky turned to him and said: * d “Now, Freddy, you wil be given a chance to do something © for your country to-night. We are going to blow a hundred i x += * — .: * x r- a "4 “de <a thousand dollars out of old “Markham's pocket. This is only 7 the Ep ot our fight ates the wii kings.” CHAPTER IV. IN THE HANDS OF THE DYNAMITERS. Fred F kiow: 0 much all vir, Bat lt » tga

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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. 5 , as e - - — aa = =. = oo —— = “ Therefore, Fred said nothing, but just allowed Bat and his It was still raining in torrents, but the thunder and light- ' companions to do as they pleased. ning had ceased. “You see, we were waiting here for Pete,” exclaimed the “Drive up the old mires road, Fred,” said Bat. “You know _ foundryman. “We were standing under the big tree there where we live.” on ahead, ‘when we heard the cart coming. Blame it all, you | Fred knew only too well, and he did not relish the idea of had just ought to seen us scoot out of the way when we heard going into “Huntown,” as the forcign settlement on the old = the Wagon coming down over the bank!” /mines road was called. ») “I'should think so,” said Fred. ““It’s a wonder you weren’t . There was no help for it, however. — all killed.” : | But Goshinsky was boss, and Fred was forced to drive to --.. “That’s what’s the matter. It is a wonder.” the foundryman's cabin, put the horse in his stable, and sit "“Don’t see what saved the horse from being blown to bits.” for six hours in a close, stuffy room watching Bat and his =) +> "Well, it’s because, the force 6f the explosion was the other friends while thay smoked their pipes and drank beer and jab- way,” said Bat. “I don’t altogether understand it myself, but bered away in their jaw-breaking jargon. thére ‘the poor brute lies with both legs broken and nothing! By the time midnight came Fred was nervous enough to _-_-Worse, and the wagon isn’t hurt at all.” *.-| jump out of his skiz, but there was no relief in sight yet. Bes ~ “I-don’t understand it yet,” said Fred. “You say there were. Fred sat in the corner on a stool when the clock struck = half a dozen cases of dynamite in the wagon. Why didn’t twelve, apparently half asleep, but actually wide-awake and _ — they all go off? It beats me.” ‘revolving in his mind all sorts vf plots and plans, when Bat, , F But Fred understood it better when he got down to the suddenly breaking off in his conversation, turned on the - stene of the wreck, ; boy and ordered him out to the barn. "One of the cases had fallen out of the wagon and struck on Here the horse was harnessed again, and a few moments th edge of the horseback. ‘later Fred was driving toward Weiby, with Bat crowding him “This was the case that bad exploded. lon one side and Basil_on the other. The» itself with the other cases landed in the swamp, They rattled down the Welby road until they had almost . hed saved them. — /reached town,+and then by Bat’s orders turned aside and, “Nothing could have been better,” chukled Bat. “Now, Rr tas . ; | Freddy, we are right up against this business, and let me F ey ny ie ey ; ” ‘say one or two words to you.” ; ES DEP IS ee ae Fred was wet and could. His teeth were chattering, and fo HAP ek a Bat. “of zi x You have got to; Be was shaking all over, but this was from the cold and ee Fréd Fr ench?” not through fear. or not,” replied Fred, boldly.| Frightened he surely was, there is no denying it, but he {n murder and arson, and that’s what was still firmly resolved to head off the schemes of these alice | men if it was a possible thing to do. , is “"Thiere’ll be murder done right here and now if you don’t do| “I'm listening to you, Bat,” he replied. “What is it you fy what I say!” hissed the foundryman, drawing his revolver want to say?” _ and thrusting it into Fred’s face. “Just that I mean to Kill you, Fred French, ff you ever dare yf course, Fred did not do any arguing after that. to give away this night’s work!” It w id have been mere folly to attempt it. “Well, I hear you.” Was worried, thpugh, not only on his own ac-/ “Look out that you heed, then.” bu about Mr. Stubbs’ horse and wagon, for the grocer} “What is it that you mean to do? If you blow up the works, ‘man, and had hard work to make it go, and if | won't that throw everybody out for a year to come?” to the team Fred knew just what trouble| “you fool! You don't understand. It is not our side of the Pi eaiag tek works we are going to blow up. It’s the soft shop. How will as ordered, and sat there holding the | that affect us? Why, it will show old Markham that it isn’t strikers at thelr work. going to pay to keep this thing up any longer. It will bring guess,” said Bat. - __ | the strike to a finish, and we shall all be at work again inside Basit Rosensky, another of the of a week.” of here, 80 all we can do is! “yes, but how about the sixty odd men who work in the : _ © | goft-shop? Where do they come in?” aay Fred, who was a pretty|. “Come in? They don’t come in at all; they stay out,” re- 4 to keep his tongue.still.| torted Bat. “What are their affairs to us? Out with you, now, | Bat. “You've got as Fred, and help us unload, and remember what I tell you, boy.” we g “He means to Kill me, anyhow,” flashed through Fred's en we get — oe i

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ae aes a FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY, What he did hope to do was to reach the fire-engine house R peas CHAPTER V. !on the other road. Next door to the engine-house the chief lived, and Fred’s : SLOWING UP THE SOFT-SHOP, ‘hastily formed plan was to wake him up and clear his own ‘ ae | skirts by telling all. PL os. "Weed realized fully the dangerous sround upon which he. *“!rts by telling al 3 3 / . 3 | There was just a chance, too, that something would go stood. \ Sia /tnik thal. thera-was baione donree-tor Blin to take, and, wrong, and he might be in time to save the soft-shop, but this / Was almost too much to hope. ; that was to seem to yield and watch for his chance to head ; re the plotters off and be ready to take it when it came. Everything went entirely different from what he had es The horse was hitched to a tree and the wagon unloaded. ; planned, however, for before he was half across the yard The poxes of dynamite, five in number, were carried into. Fred ran straight into the arms of two men who came sud- the woods, deposited in a little hollow and covered with leaves denly around the corner of the office building. It was Mat Markman and a man whom Fred did not know. x : Re ema ork er CBee BRB: TRS ak Hey DEANS wagon, | “By thunder! here’s one of the blamed strikers now!” cried eerie ne vankes. 'Mat, seizing Fred by the shoulders. “Great Scott! Why, it’s Fred French!” he added. “You young fiend! What are you doing sclvpoaan here at this time of night?” “Hold him, Mat!” cried the other man, as Fred kicked and ' struggled. “Let go of me! Let go of me!” cried Fred. “They are try- ‘ing to blow up the soft-shop! I was going to the engine-house to give the alarm!” “What! What!” shouted Mat, and then the other man seized Fred by the throat. ; “We have no time to lose!” he cried) “This way, Markham. — You young wretch? If you don’t come along quietly I'll choke the life out of you. Oh! Ah! Catch him! Don’t let him » It had stopped raining by this time, and the moon wee out, which gave the plotters plenty of light for their evil work. : “How about the watchman and the two Pinkerton men who ‘are guarding the foundry?” asked Fred, as they stood looking | through the trees at the irregular mass of buildings just be-; yond, all silent and dark now, save for a solitary light in the - engine-house, where a guard was supposed to be kept night’ and day. *- “Drunk, all three of them,” replied Bat. “The boys have , attended to that.” . ~ | ~ “Ai the same, you had better make sure,” added Basil. \ “Get down there, Bat, and see how the land lies.” . There was some.discussion about this. Bat consented to go at last, and Basil and Fred stood watch- | Lesnenal? I h it rt — hits lgcee) 3 ee ee ne AS Half wild with pain and excitement, Fred tore the man’s ae |hand from his throat, lowered his head and butted him in ‘He was back again in a few moments. H “All three drunk and asleep in the engine-room,” was the pe ae = then, pulling away, went bounding, on esentcsh report, “The coast is clear.” It was the mistake of a lifetime. Fy) -“That's the talk,” said Basil. “Shall we move now?” : ae The man was a Pinkerton detective come to look aiid the ‘As well now as any time. Pick up that box and carry it} emits SP die eee. B over behind the soft-shop, Freddy. You know what will | to us if you let it fall,” _ The box, which was filled with dynamite cartridges, was by; no means heavy, but Fred’s heart was in his mouth as he walked with it through the foundry yard. : They passed in behind the soft-shop, which was’ a long, low citiban pds Poa too good a runner to be on stopping Fred at a place wher as a hol Ribs ee CONS - SEATS & ax, He was out of the foundry yard ‘in @ moment, and then before he could get up the hill the stillness of the night was . broken by a fearful explosion, which aroused the whole town | +s Dex ‘was now opened, and Bat Saiving Gat pub. ne. the, Tom te slumbese- iy : * s, proceeded to put in the cap and attach the fu - It was the soft-shop, of course. Bh The long, low building was a hopeless wreck, the entire ~ From that moment Fred French was to be hanted from pillar to post, not only by the detective, but by the ORGS. ee themselves, = *Mat Markham rushed after him, followed by the detective; p ae econ anataed wall; the building had no cellar, but stood ane, Sen ey® raised about three feet off the eee crawling in under the building, he had Basil: push r of it being blown: out. Fe : Dep algo plan evi si th seul» erent shots came flying after Fred as he ran, but all missed g 3 : on , oe looked back, and thére was the detective still pollowing.: o~ pegged er Sear “Sake: ta" thane running like a deer. a =o ‘he took it. es? “You'll stop or I'll kill you!” he shouted, firing again. ‘er ag ASS, Whe But instead of stopping Fred dodged iis an ponies boa fap acne Fred was wot there, a ae. : ip Cams hk, oA es ; CHAPTER Vi. 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On the other hand, there were the other iron kings, the _ the other foundries in the region. ‘What mercy had the flying boy to expect from them? _ None whatever. _. Here was one of their hired sleuths chasing him now, pop- _ ping away at him with a pistol, and ready to shoot him down lke a dog. It was death either way you looked at it. : ~ Fred knew that there was but one course open to him, and ~ that was to get out of town just as quick as possible. _ He could not even think of going home to bid his mother ‘and sisters good-by, for there, first of all, the police would - look for him. It was a bad state of affairs all around. _ Meanwhile, the great crowd of people came flocking out of houses, many of them only half dressed. : All Welby was up and at it inside of ten minutes, and the foundry yard was filled with a wild-eyed, yelling mob. _ Mat Markham did not wait to see them come. _ He followed the detective, who was a man by the name of Met ip the atigy for Mat heard the shots and saw run that way. “Have you got him?” he “shouted. et is blown to blazes! _ arrest of that boy.” “oa “No, I haven’t got him, and I don’t know where he went,” _panted the detective; “over one of these fences, I suppose.” _ “Confound it all, that’s too bad, but we must get him— there must be no mistake about it. He is the one who did the job. I warned my father against that fellow weeks ago.” “Take it cool, Mr. Markham,” said the detective. “We won't accomplish anything by losing our heads.” _ “What's the use in talking about taking it cool, when half the foundry has been destroyed by that wretch?” “Wait! I don’t feel so sure that he did it. The boy was trying to tell us something. We ought to have listened. We “By heavens, the whole I'll give a thousand dollars for the ; ‘This was the beginning of an argument, and while it was Ty Bigs re gral prteegter i 3 of the back fences. In climbing over he had slipped and striking his head and almost knocking the senses out tet tee ease ee pa: hurrying out of their front doors to 1's at the scene of the disaster. Fred's only romans Wee as tha: Ravodss behind which he lay, and, a Kod sie atin ass , and —_ was any answer, an and the Dathans of Darlington, and the owners of |. FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. b 4 _. ™Mysteriously murdered by these iron kings of foundrymen,j|and closing the door behind him. “They are after me! Bolt _who in a time like the present were a law unto themselves. the door! I’m lost if that man lays his hands on me. He fired four shots, too. Didn’t you hear?” “I heard the shots, yes. Who is that’s chasing you, Fred?” “Mat Markham and another man—lI think he is a detective. Oh, Dora, I’m in a bad fix!” They had passed into the room now, and Dora, placing the lantern on the table, stood facing Fred, looking very much alarmed, The room was rather a large one, considering the size of the house. Indeed, it occupied the entire ground floor on this side of the hall. On the other side were two rooms; it was in this peculiar style that all the cottages were arranged. “Is the door open in front, Dora?” gasped Fred. “No; I bolted it after Tom and father went out. what is all this? It wasn . "Blew the foundry up, Dora? Say it, if you mean it. But I didn’t think you would suspect me of such a crime.” “No, no, Fred!” “The thought was in your mind, though! No, I did not blow up the foundry, but I’m charged with it, just the same. It is almost enough to make a fellow wish that he had the game as well as the name, but I’m not guilty, Dora—oh, no!” “And the detectives are chasing you?” “Yes, they may be here any moment. Dora, I was captured by the strikers; they made me help them, and—what noise was that?” , “Somebody in the street. Everybody is running to the foundry.” “I thought I heard some one in the back yard. They can’t see in, can they? No; I see the shutters are closed.” “It’s all right. It’s nothing,” said Dora. “Fred, who were they? Who did this terrible thing?” “Don’t ask me. I dare not tell. Oh, Dora, don’t you see the fix I am in? The strikers will kill me sure, because I broke away from them and ran straight into the arms of Mat Markham. Mat believes I caused the explosion, and he will hever rest until I am hunted down.” “You have got to leave town, Fred. There is no help for it that I can see. Oh, I wish Tom was here!” “So do I, for he could help me. You will go to my honse and explain to mother how it was, Dora. Let Tom go to Mr. Stubbs and tell him, too. Tell him that I couldn’t help myself, and that the horse and wagon are in nie woods back of the shop and that there is dynamite——” “Qh, Fred! There is some one in the yard!” broke in Dora, “There is some one at the window trying to open the shutters now!” “It’s the detective!” gasped Fred. “I must fly!” He ran to the door, but it was locked, and Tom Daley had © taken away the key. : Springing to the window, he threw up the sash, and was in the act of crawling out when the back window flew up and ® man, with a cocked revolver in his hand, looked in. “Out of the way, girl!” he shouted. 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_ FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. | The man who looked in through the window was Detective Ropes, a man who held human life yery cheap. Mat Markham said: “Kill him if you catch him!” and Ropes actually set out to do it, but, after all, the shots missed and Fred tumbled out of the front window and speedily lost himself in the darkness. nie Poor Dora had a hard time of it after that, for Mat Mark- Oe _ ham came in through the rear window as’ Detective, Ropes went out the front. If Fred had remained there no doubt the young iron king would have felt the weight of the boy’s strong arm a second _ time, but Fred was faraway by this time, and taking fresh _-Tisks, for it was not Fred’s style to think only of himself; he had a number of other things on his mind. There were his mother and sisters. they were there still, ‘wreck, and the engines, the police and an immense crowd of strikers and others were down in the yard. So he ran across the road, skimmed along in the shadow of | the houses, and dodging around the edge of the crowd, man- get into the woods behind the foundry without being the detective. who knew the boy saw him; but Fred paid no atten-} and to his intense satisfaction he saw the horse to the tree where he had left it. his plan was fully formed. going to light out and go to Pittsburg,” he deter- “There’s no room for me in Welby any longer, that’s but I = go till I’ve said good-by to mother and the, 't go till Pye ‘taken the team back to Mr. ; in to fight for it to carry out his plan, however; _ the Bat. Goshinsky’s hated voice say behind him: — ig = “Fiello, Freddy! Going to run away with the team, are you? y yOu go back on us! Boy, I mean to kill you!” epee SE WETS tet Paces oF SMa Rib hie re and the light of the burning building made is no denying; hy fact, he was_ scarcely knew what he did, and his revolver crack, and feeling the} arriving Just in time tobe There was the horse and wagon in the re if, indeed, | “The foundry had gone afire somewhere in the midst of the | ‘Perhaps, after all, the best thing Fred could have done to} that out, for as he was In the act of unhitching - thunder, I’ve got you now, you young traitor! -That’s the. the next he cee! The storekeeper was just coming back from the fire. There was trouble in town. The strikers were cheering and yelling, “Down with the iron kings.” It was all the police could do to keep them away from the foundry. - Outsidé the fire lines a loud-lunged fellow had mounted a / pile of serap iron and was urging the strikers to make an at- tack on old Moses Markham’s house, All this Stubbs, the storekeeper, saw and heard, and he hurried back, feeling afraid that his own turn might come next, for take a hungry mob and the grocery store forms a tempting bait. Mr. Stubbs was very much alarmed. “Fred! You here!” he exclaimed. “Good heavens, boy, , what have you been about?” “I’ve brought your team back, for one thing, Mr. Stubbs,” | replied Fred, who was trembling with excitement, “and a mighty hard time I’ve had to get it here, too.” e “I'm right glad you did,” said Mr. Stubbs. “Do you know what they are saying about you down around the foundry, | Fred?” “T suppose everything that is bad, Mr. Stubbs.” | “They say that you blew up the soft-shop with dynamite, and that the detectives are chasing you all over town.” “It’s a lie! I am entirely innocent.” “But where have you been with the wagon all this time?” “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you now, Mr. Stubbs, 1 can’t i give away the guilty ones till I have a chance to think. I'm between two fires, Mr. Stubbs. Just look at it! If You, who know me, won’t believe in me, how can 3 expect that anybody else will?” . “I don’t know about this, Fred,” said Mr. Stubbs. “There is evidently something wrong here. You don’t even deny that you know something about this dreadful affair.” | “1 don't deny it, Mr. Stubbs,” replied Fred, proudly. be a liar if I did, and I’m not that.” tt I’m afraid I ought to detain you, Fred. Mr. Mat Markham and a detective he has brought out here are looking all over for you. I met them on the bridge.” “Don’t try it, Mr. Stubbs!” flashed Fred. “I’ve done my. best ‘for you. I’ve worked faithfully, and you have no right to turn against me. I’m between two fires, as I said before; the strikers are down on Me on one side and the Markhams on the other. If ever a boy needed a friend, I'm the one. You mustn’t try to detain me here. I won't stay.” “Yon'd better light out right now, then!” said Mr. Stubbs, somewhat moyed by the boy’s passionate appeal. “Hark! don't you hear them coming? By gracious, this is going to end up in a riot! It’s my opinion the strikers mean to Sate out ‘Moses Markham before they quit to-night.” Fred waited for no second bidding, but without even stopping to say, good-by to Mr. Stubbs, who certainly had | been very kind to him since the labor treubles began in Welby, slid out of the yard and started for the upper village on the “Td It was fanaa unfortunate that he chose the Darlington road, for Mat Markham, thinking that the boy might make for home, had led the detective around in that direction, and now, before the foundry boy had gone a dozen yards the pair came hurry- ing around the corner of Garden street and ran right into Fred. “By thunder, here’s your young firebug now, Markham!" himself in front of the boy. f ‘It was no use trying to dodge now. — Bet ah, in em i, anu et cried the detective, and he whipped out. his Tevolver, aaa at *

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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. | 9 “Down with the iron kings! Down with the iron kings!” CHAPTER. VIII. ; the mob was shouting, and the moving lights could be seen y coming up the hill THE ATTACK ON THE IRON KING’S HOUSE. They were close to Moses Markham’s house now, and Mat, » throwing open the gate, hurried Fred up the gravel walk, a / ~ Fred was tired, latnsicxcn, all out of breath, and ready to} worse frightened boy than his prinones was in every sense of give up, so he just held his tongue and tried to think. the word. Pris “They will never believe a word I say,” he reflected. “I} The detective was greatly alarmed, too. © May as well“keep my mouth shut and let my lawyer do the| He had been mixed up in this kind of trouble before several eer talking. T’ve got to have one now, I suppose.” _ times, and he knew just what it meant. So when Mat Markham and the detective tried to- question The police force in Welby was very small, consisting of him Fred just put his tongue in his cheek and kept it there, }only about a dozen men, and they, of course, would cut no ereeren ying one word, ~ figure against the mob. ‘Yet the boy could talk fast enough if h& chose. Moses Markham, old and an invalid though he was, met Fred was a good talker. He had been a member of the Welby | them at the door. Debating Club for a year or more, and was reckoned one of| He had not attempted to go down to the foundry, but he ‘the best speakers among the boys. had been up and about and, hearing the cries, knew just what ~_ “You might as well let upon me, Mat Markham,” he said at |it all meant. a “TI just won't say a word éxcept to say I am innocent, Still, considering the danger in which he and his household - and that’s all there is about it. You can believe that or not,) stood, he took the situation with remarkable coolness. . Just as you like, but I'll prove it before I get through.” “Well! well! Whom have we here?” he demanded, as Mat “Sharp!” said the detentive. “This fellow is no fool, Mark-|and the detective hurried Fred into the big hall, closing the ~,» ham.” door behind him, locking and bolting it and putting up the ~ “I'm one if f don’t shroed him to the penitentiary,” snarled | chain. "the young iron king, “but what are we going to do with him! “It’s the firebug,” replied Mat. “It’s Fred French. It was eng eet he who blew up the soft-shop, father. There stands the cause ota adie lock-up?” of all our trouble to-night.” Tes | a able old affair; besides, the Sieg is a great| “It’s a lie, Mat Markham!” cried Fred, raising his manacled lent of the strikers, and everlastingly down on my father. J| hands and shaking them in Mat’s face. “It’s a He, and I tell 5 we had better take him to the house for to-night, and|you so to your teeth. If you had only listened to me the ex-’ 4, Wat oo run him into Pittsburg first train in the morning. |plosion might never have happened. I am as innocent as you do you say?” : are of the whole affair.” a * “I don't know whether your house is a safe place or not.} “And I should hope so,” replied the old iron king. “I 4 s Ee heard what some of the strikers were saying as we came} knew your father well, Fred. He and I worked side by side in es ‘ the old shop, which used to stand where the works stand now. 3 “They want never ‘dare to attack us!” cried Mat. “Besides, pate was my friend, and I don’t believe his son would raise they did, Sboegee than more reason, why we should want | ‘his hand against me-in a time of trouble like this. There is ; Ropes. The house is the place for him, anyway you. seme mistake.” ee anata G3 pes.” “A big mistake,” muttered Fred. _ Ropes. “Good job there is nobody “No mistake at all,” retorted Mat, in the same breath. aight try,a rescue. We'll hurry up.” “Speak out, Fred. Tell us who did it,” said Mr, Markham. ‘one o'clock, and Main street was deserted | “Speak up like a man!” And Fred did+speak out, then. at the ruins of the soft-shdp was under control, and} He hastily told the whole story, keeping back only the was beginning to scatter. james, and these he made up his mind he would not reveal down toward the foundry, Mat Markham and the While matters remained as they were. ve could see lanterns flashing, and many voices were| “And who were these men?” demanded Mr. Markham. When all at once they seemed to unite into one wild “Your story sounds reasonable enough, but you have not fin- eR os: ished it yet, my boy.” ‘khama! Down with the iron kings!”| “I! can’t tell,” replied Fred. “Remember, Mr. Markham, I ia fala an Shai am one of the strikers. I'm not talking any further yet.” 7 he blurted out. “Strikers! They are criminals! That’s what they are!” “and it means trouble, or Ped Aneel “If you expect me to believe your story g ele Heavens! ‘what shall we do? pes Teplied Fred, stubbornly. “No, I won't tell. Neither i on his feet. Those wretches | would you, When you were a foundry boy, if you were put in Fred French, en Down Mr. Markham, and you know it perfectly well.” “Down with old Markham! Down ‘with he. trop, Wings!” ” lied Imeq | fifty voices were shouting outside. ae ie gstey peed Then there was & rush of feet and a Sashing of light, and ak vrstody lhe Dudes, more wid stout. 4 ‘The Markhams, father and son, knew that they were up Se degee sgeotge f against serious business, for the big gates which led out to the : Haven't road were thrown open and the mob of strikers came flocking r my father at about the house * - os at a Mica oenty ain op Absent s va Co We want work! Come aad tain will your house down “lever your hesai* — a , rt Aes Ee ol 5 . Si hare prints ‘3 a)

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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. ing and destroying, and he was just longing for an opportunity - CHAPTER IX. to say his say to the workmen of Welby. i, What was the astonishment of the strikers, then, to see : ; FRED TALKS TO THE MOB. Mr. Markham suddenly retreat and Fred French, whose name : ‘ was in everybody’s mouth’as the firebug, thanks to the pains “Mat, we are in for it! What is to be done?” the old man| taken by Bat and Basil to have it so, step out in his place. “a Basped, as he stood leaning against the banisters in the hall.| Some cheered; others hooted, but no stones were thrown. ; “Blest if I know,” said Mat, terribly frightened, for we| “Firebug! Firebug!” several voices shouted. _.. ay as well mention right here that this attack was not| Then others, not understanding the situation, called out: Se wholly unexpected. 4 “Traitor! Fred has turned traitor! He’s in with the iron . Indeed, it had been threatening for several weeks, and in: kings!” anticipation of it Mr. Markham had sent his wife and daugh-| Fred, removing his hat, stood calmly waiting for silence. ters out of town. There was something commanding about the boy’s manner. “I can’t speak to them,” he added. “I’m too weak and ner-| His very presence’ there on the veranda seemed to command _ Yous, Mat, you go out on the veranda and tell them that Ij silence, and it soon came. will consent to receive a delegation from the union to-morrow, “Fellow-citizens! Brother workmen! I am here to address i. noi bid ae plan of. arbitration which will bring| yy at the request of Mr. Markham,” said Fred, in his clear, strik y ringing voice. “He would have spoken himself, but his _“No, I'll be hanged if I will!” retorted Mat. “They all hate} s+rongth has fafled him, He wishes me to say that he is now Pew _ ‘me. I don’t want to be, ene willing to meet with a committee from the union to see if as “You try it, Mr. Ropes!" cried the old foundryman, as the arbitration will not settle our differences, and I ask you all to . ‘shouting grew louder, and a furious banging on the door and quietly disperse. \ {oR igh is ree “Ym not hited’ for this sort “Wait, friends! Silence for a minute longer.” (This when of business, “When ] ocdiaecihia RENE Sg aR ama voices in the crowd shdéuted out to know what he was doing ~ help you I made it a special point that I should not be tallied there.) “I will say to you that I am not here of my own free ‘upon to face a mob.” will; that I- have been arrested by a Pinkerton detective, “Coward!” cried the old man, his eyes flashing. “T’'ll face - them myself, if I drop dead doing it.” He started then, t he was very weak, and he reeled and - fell-on the stairs. TI see those in the crowd who know it. I don’t believe in this sort of business. If you burn the shop down, where is the work coming from when the strike is settled, as settled it # i surely will be very soon. If you burn this house down you x rm ior and speak to them, sir, if you will let me,” said) aive Mr. Markham away from Welby to make room for a _ Fred. “You were my father’s friend, and I have nothing| .o-poration or a trust which will grind you down worse than Against you. I'll go out on the veranda and tell them what) no ever did. 1 say to you all, go home and give this business pay.” up, and arbitration will put us all back at work inside of a “Yes, he’s one of them. He isn’t afraid,” sneered Mat. waek:* : “Silence, you puppy!” eried Mr, Markham. “If Fred isn’t! 1+ was a noble speech, and certainly a remarkable one for a afraid, then you are. If he can save my house from destruc- boy of Fred French’s years. _ tion he will never regret it. I can tell you all that.” bri MS “But I can’t go with these things on, sir,” added Fred, hold- But Fred seemed to be carried away with his own enthusi- ing up bis hands, “It would only make the mob madder than asm, and he finished off in spite of many interruptions, and ; the crowd cheered him when he was through. , “You tell what you know, and you are as good as dead!” sen ea iene > 15 Ram we areata ordered Mr. Mark-) o1ed a voice which Fred felt sure was Basil Rosensky's, al though he could not see the man among the crowd. protested, but we ‘father slenced him, and the detec- Just then the police came hurrying up, and the crowd dis- persed, which they probably would not have done if Fred lene paren es ee ie imi teflon ane rite 2% Apoealed to thee te 2 yeas Don Tats aoe Vaio Re the cellar tm|_ Fred stepped back through the window and turned to Mr. med to ackhowledge you as my son!” — or Bee ea Eerie pieibale Seas teu anny. sa) dire, closely meena d by Bred, and led the way into a handsomely fur-j!% heavily. chamber; front of the windows a veranda extended! He did not speak when Fred called him by name. the house overlooking the grounds, which were now| “Come up here, quick! There’s something the matter with people’ |Mr, Markham!” Fred shouted down to Detective Ropes, over the banisters, and then he did what was aban a very fool- ish thing. The bathroom door at the other end of the ‘hal stood open, and Fred ran into the room and closed it. He knew that there was a back piazza upon the root of | prove the opportunity to escape. | While the Sitaetlie Sabha oe Nie shake, Wolaesolan: vk epee Wie Baie Naan enw tee voll 008 8, ] one of the ite bay the: ground, charged with blowing up the soft-shop, I am innocent, and The old man’s head was hanging down, and te was breath- which this window opened, and he made up his mind te c

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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. ? 11 “Well, I did think that, Fred, I own.” CHAPTER X. | “You're all wrong. I wouldn’t decide the case against you without hearing what you have to say, and you have no right A TALK WITH TOM DALEY. ‘to decide it against me. I was arrested by a Pinkerton detec- $ tive, and taken to Markham’s, Tom. I went out on the balcony Fred got off the Markham grounds all right, and nobody ‘to save the old man’s life, and why shouldn’t I, when Moses - Was one bit the wiser. . }Markham was my father’s old friend?” __. He ran through the grounds, climbed over the wall and. “He's no friend of yours or any other workingman, Fred.” _ dropped down into the back road, where for the time being he; “There you are wrong. He has grown rich, to be sure, and Was perfectly safe, as the crowd of strikers were all around in he holds on to his money.” front of the house. | “I should say he did.” Once in the road, Fred leaned against the wall all out of}. “Never mind that. I’m not in love with the Markhams, as breath, wondering what move he should make next. | you very well know, but I can see through a brick when there’s He could hear the strikers dispersing, and he knew that his a hole in it as well as the next fellow. There’s got to be _ Speech must have done some good, as it certainly had, but, bosses as well as workmen, and it might ss well be Moses diye _ if he had been around in front he would have seen also that , Markham as anybody else. He-gets lots of business, and he : the police had arrived, and also the fire engine, for the fire, keeps the works a-going, and so furnishes a living to lots of at the works was out now. ‘men. What good does it do us to blow up the works or burn SOP It was the firemen who did more to disperse the strikers them down? Is that going to bring us work and end all this - than either Fred or the few policemen, for at the suggestion miserable business? J] say it’s rank folly. If the strike was of the chief they turned the hose on the mob and the water to be declared off to-day the soft-shop hands would have to ‘ sent them scattering in all directions. ; !wait three months before they could go to work again, and i the rattle of the engine, the swish of the water, | that with their wives and children starving; and why? All shouts of the mob. | because a few fools destroyed the building to make themselves up his mind that it was a good ‘sci for disappear-|look big in the eyes of the rest.” i no time in doing it. “Well, it’s plain that you didn’t blow up the building,” re- Taking to his heels, he ran around into Tulip street with _ Plied Tom, “Pitch in, Freddy. Tell us your story, so that we the intention of going to the upper village that way, and so , May know what it’s all about.” - getting into his own house, if after he came in sight of it he; Tom Daley took rather a different view of matters after should conclude that it wal safe to do so. Fred had explained the happenings of the night. ‘There were but few people on the street, but even these few| “You couldn’t do any different from what you did do,” he might mean danger to him if he was recognized, so he slowed declared. “I was dead wrong, but, Fred, this is a bad busi- down and, pulling his hat over his eyes, walked rapidly on,}ness. Bat and Basil will kill you, sure, if they cateh you pf to run plump into a big, strapping fellow who stepped | jhanging around here. Have you told anybody else what you behind one of the buttonwood trees in front of the’ ,hayve told me?” factory, and, holding up both hands, clapped them) +p ve mentioned no names to any one but you, and I don’t hid ie wheat Gila BN Sie . ye a upon Fred’s shoulders, eine: intend to, Tom. No one shall get it out of me; if that isn’t re “Halt!” . standing by one’s fellow-workmen I don’t know what is.” ‘Pred jumped away, and was just ‘ands to strike at the fel-| “Right,” said Tom, decidedly. “I take it all back. Now, when he recognized Tom Daley. then, Freddy, where do you intend to go?” “Good gracious, how you scared me, Tom!” he gasped. “To Pittsburgh. I may be able to get work there. I must; af “Well, you ought to be scared!” retorted Tom. “What do, mother and the girls can’t live on nothing, and there is no mean, Fred French, by joining hands with the iron|one but me to bring in a cent. I'm going home now to bid Tt them good-by, and then I shall walk to Whitneyville and get “Who has joined hands rine the iron kings?” demanded | the train.” : a eearamg “Don’t you go near the house!” cried Tom. “Not on your : have.” life! Why, there’s a gang there laying for you. You just want “Whoever says that lies, Tom ie’. Now don’t get mad.!to keep away.” I mean nothing personal, but it isn’t so, and I won’t be told) “But I must see them. I can’t go away without it.” ‘80 by yon or any one else.” “Don’t you go away to-day, Fred. You’re a fool if you do, ee rer make a speech from old Markbaun's balcony? ;and don’t you go near the house unless you want to get “Myself. Blamed if I understand what you are’ slugged.”, . You seem to have managed to get every one down, “But I must go away, Tom. Elven if the foundrymen don’t One set s ‘you blew up the soft-shop, another says|do me up I shall be arrested, sure, {f I don’t.” right in the Markhams, and I'll be blamed if it| “Now, now! Take it easy! I'll see your mother for you. k that way. Anyhow, you’ve made Welby too hot to As for yourself, you know where to go, Fred.” mi t the very best, thing you can do is to get out of “Where do you mean?” Rec ire ts 00 ; “The old hiding-hole is there yet, boy. Many’s the time ‘that, Tom? ‘Here, step into the alley. where | we've laid\in there roasting potatoes when we played hookey; being seen. “Don’t you turn against me/don't tell me that you forget.” “Indeed, I don't forget. It’s a good idea. I'll take your \? ieee advice, Tom, and—by thunder, the crowd is coming now!" “Kill the seab! Kill the peabl” ae suddenly shouted out

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“Joe Weekly is a fool to show himself on the street, and to the foundry after everybody else had left, and lots of good - it did him, for he was fired in the end.” The poor hunted fellow had ventured out to see the excite- | ' ment, and now he was paying the penalty, which perhaps , Would be his life, “Oh, these iron kings! These iron kings!” groaned Fred. ' “Which are the worst, your Markhams and your Dathansg, or fellows like Bat Goshinsky, who drive these men mad and; Make them do murder?” “Come on!” whispered Tom, seizing Fred’s arm. “This is no time for moralizing. Néxt thing you know it will be your- Self. Come on; I'll go with you to the old hiding-hole and you'll stay there till all this excitement dies down.” * } Marlee of CHAPTER XI, \ IN THE OLD HIDING-HOLE. “Here we are, Fred!” “Looks just the same, don’t it? It must be three years since _ I was up here, Tom.” } “We had better make sure there’s no one snatds, Hold on’ till: strike a match. First thing in the morning I'll .bring| _ \ you up a pair of blankets and some grub, and a few necessary | , things. You can get al] the water you want from the spring, bass z and you ought to be comfortable enough in here.” a noes “That's: right, and I know [| shall be. No, the place is all! ao * our own, Tom. Well, this isn’t so bad, but I’m sure I don’t | .- know what sil poor mother and the ‘sitls will do if I don’t’ _ Bet work sopn.” | “Would they be any better off if you were, jailed, Freddy? | areal gone yet, and until it {s your folks phan't suffer. Now,. > _good-by, old man; you haa better go right to sleep. Pleasant | : ~ dreams to you. See yon later on.” ; “It was dismal work for Fred French to stand there and, Watch Tom Daley disappear in the darkness. ‘They had come away up on the side of the high, wooded hill wile orerookea Welty. and Fred was standing in front of -# pile of big rocks which in some long past age had tumbled down from the granite cliffs which frowned above. if Concealed in among these rocks was'a small opening which ‘the boys called a cave, although in reality it was nothing but Se Sees | The'existence of this cave was known to but few, or at least . ‘and Tom thonght they had good reason to believe so. ‘forgot that“time had passed since they were school- Bn ee ee ee was far tod tired to think much about it. jen Ss: Tom! was well. out-of sight he went inside and mself upon the ground. phat diaheee. e431 tibet he théught he could safely , keep awake and listen, but the boy was thoroughly peal oot angen fea tema ae Beran ea crag i Fa Don’t. thank me. FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. to Philadelphia, and that Pink ertan man started after you by you can do nothing about it, Fred: Why did he want to stick the morning train.” “Good!” cried Fred. and the girls.” “No, you can’t. “Then I can go down and see mother Your mother’says you mustn’t think of it. ' Everything is all right. I left an order for a whole lot of” stuff to be sent to them at Stubbs’ this morning. No, no! You would have done the same for me if I Was in your place, Fred. I’m sure of that.” “Of course I would,” replied Fred.. “Now, tell me all the inews in town while I eat my breakfast. By gracious, did you drag all those things up the hill? I hope no one saw you. Tom Daley, I will say this: You are the best friend 2 fellow ever had.” And Fred might well say so, for Tom had a a good work in the way of creature comforts, and no mistak« There were two blankets and a pillow rat in one big bundle; then there was a huge market basket, which, upon being opened, proyed to contain a ham, several loaves -of bread, two pounds of butter, a dozen eggs, some apples, and ‘other things. Tom explained that he had made two trips up the hil, not disturbing Fred the first time he came to the cave. The unfortunate “scab” had been terribly beaten the night before, and now lay at the point of’ death. The doctor had been with old Moses Markham all night, and it was said that the iron king was dying. Mat Markham had. been seen driving furiously along the Darlington road, and a shot had been fired at him out of a /window, killing his horse, wherewpon Mat had vowed ven- geance on everybody, hired a-rig at the livery stable, and ‘driven off no one knew where. As for strike news, there was none. Everything remained just the same, except that the soft-shop men were highly in dizgnant at the destruction of thein building. perersoody believes you did the job, Fred,” Tom wound up ‘about it. I expect they wal offer a reward for your capture, That's what people say.” After Fred had eaten his breakfast, Tom left and went down ‘the hill. Fred accompanied es for a short distance, and it was agreed that Inasmuch as he now had provisions enough to last him several days, Tom should not venture up to the cave until the third day, for fear of attracting attention. The boys shook hands and parted at a certain great boulder, © where the path divided, and Fred slowly returned to the cave. He was dreadfully discouraged. It seemed disgraceful to be hiding there among the rocks like a criminal, when way was ‘absolutely guiltless of any wrongdoing. “Ill stand it till the end of the week,” he determined. “I'll give them time to cool down a bit, and then I’m off for Pittsburgh or Philadelphia. I might jest as well be dodging the detectives in one place as another, and I'll be hanged if Tl stay here like a rat in a hole!” He had just reached the cave now, and he made this remark aloud as he passed in between the two big oyerhanging rocks. “I- wouldn't if I was you,” said a ealm voice in front of him, “f don’t think you are that kind of a boy.” ’ Fred jumped back two feet, for there before him stood De come leaning against the rocks, calmly smoking a

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eience is clear,” he said, “and that’s what it is now.” “Good!” said the detective, flipping the ashes off his cigar. Keep it so. It’s the best way.” _ “I thought you had gone to Philadelphia,” added Fred. “You ‘Were seen to get on the train.” “Yes, but I got off again at Darlington. You see, I was look- ng for you, and as I knew very well you had not left the ehborhood, I didn’t see any sense in my going to Philadel- - Wasn’t I right?” “I guess you were. How did you happen to track me*here?” “I didn’t happen. I figured it all out on true scientific prin- ‘ples. I followed you right up.” “Am I under arrest?” : “Well, that depends. Let’s talk about it. You started in to ell Mat Markham and me a story last night. We wouldn’t ten to you, but, then, you see, I was in a hurry. I’ve got nty of time on my hands now, if you still care to tell your e tale.” “7 don’t know whether I do or not,” said Fred. Bee as it’s ‘any use.” “Suit yourself.-Think about it. Meanwhile, I’m hungry. 1y objection to my helping myself to some of this grub?” _ “You can take what you like,” said Fred. “I don’t suppose hall need it now.” “You are wrong there. You will need it all, and more, if ; take the sensible view of the situation that I expect you to do. Now, while I eat this hunk of bread and cheese, you tell your story if you- want to, and I advise you to do so. If ou won't I shan’'t ask you again, and I’lt do the talking, only scide quick, for there is no time to lose.” “Tl tell all but the names,” replied Fred; “those I just ‘t tell, and it’s no use to try to make me. I’m as innocent the sun, but while the strike is on I’m not going back on - ™y fellow-workmen.” ““Good!” eried the detective. “That’s the way I like to a pee Now, get right down to it, and I’m all ad ee “a aS ye 5 “I don’t 4 told all, then, taking his time and going into every de- ; the: detective listening in cage silence until he was 1 [ suppose you don’t believe a word of it?” said Fred. On the contrary, I believe every word of it. I think you ) very bright young man.” tind abont that part of it. What are you going to me—that's what I want to know?” 's see,” ‘replied the detective, Nghting a fresh cigar. ‘shall I do with you? Let me think. Of course, a fool ee cee eee ne tie, eet Te ee a fool. Suppose I take you into partnership, Fred _ How ‘would that ‘suit you, now?” : just what ¥ say,” replied the detective. “Look believe every word you have told me, and I don’t arrest you.” What I want you to do is to go down take board at Mother Magowsky’s and do a ‘e work for me. Hold on! Don’t call it spying, t sort of thing. You don’t belfeve in destroying - of these iron kings, You safd so last night in Tom Daley, ‘Didn’t you, now?” 0 acer acm el ae iy aii FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. 13 Markham’s plant. That’s death to the iron kings with a ven- geance! It’s death and starvation to you workmen, too. And who’s doing It? You know and I don’t, but you are going to help me, and I’m going to help you. Get to work, boy! The worst iron kings in this whole miserable business are these very men who pull the wool over the eyes of their fellow- workmen, and, bribed by a rival concern near Pittsburgh that I could name if I chose, are willing to drive the iron business out of this valley forever and take the bread out of the mouths of hundreds of-innocent women and children. Those are the kind of iron kings I am fighting, Fred French, and if you are the sort of fellow I think you are, you will join in with me and help me to fight them to the last gasp.” “Tl do it!” ered Fred. “I’m right with you every time. You have shown me that I am wrong. The names should be told, and I am willing to tell them now.” “No, don’t. Wait until you know all,” said the detective. “What's done is done, and can’t be undone, but you and I will Save the iron business in this valley and put the scoundrels who are trying to ruin it for gain behind the bars.” “I’m with you,” said Fred, earnestly. “But what can I do? They all know me, every one of them. I can’t speak Polish or Hungarian, so there you are.” “The last is an objection, of course,” said the detective, “but at the same time it would be impossible for me to get a young man who could speak Polish or Hungarian who would help me as you can. As for the rest, I can soon fix that. Do you put yourself into my hands for this good work, Fred French? Say the word and we will begin right now.” “I do,” replied Fred, “for I believe you are a true man.” “Shake!” said the detective. “Now to work. Wait a min- ute,” He stepped out of the cave and immediately returned with a bundle, which, when opened, proved to contain a shabby suit " |of clothes. “Put these on,” said the detective, “and I'll do the rest, I shall have to cut your hair short, and there will be a little doctoring to do to your face to carry out the wig which you will wear, but when it’s all done your own mother wouldn’t know you, and that’s right, Fred French.” Certainly Mother Magosky, who kept the big boarding-house in Huntown, did not recognize Fred, the foundry boy, in the stout, red-headed young fellow who walked in upon her an hour later and applied for a room with board. As he paid two weeks in advance, Fred got the accommoda- tions, and that night he sat at the supper-table with twenty of his fellow-workmen, net one of whom in the least im- agined who he was. Supper over, Fred drifted with the crowd and the crowd drifted to a large saloon farther up the street. Bat Goshinsky was not there, but Pete Taylor and Basil were. - The talk was all about the explosion and the riot, probably, but as it wasn’t in English it did Fred no good. He was acting under orders, and he Sat at a table with a glass of beer before him, patiently waiting for the hands of the clock to point to the hour of ten, and as soon as they did so, Fred slipped ont into the back yard. “Will they come?” he muttered as he dropped down ‘te-- hind a big water-butt which stood under the spout, ‘Here he crouched for ten minutes, when all at once the gate which communicated with the alley opened and Bat Go- -|shinsky slipped in. ; ice omety gerard n= “gearing ar t

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oe = “So this is the place, is it?” whispered Mat, thickly, for he seemed to be in his usual state of befuddlement. '.“This is the place,” replied Bat. “Follow me, boss, and I'll take you te a private box where we can have our little con- fab all to ourselves. I’m just as much down on Fred French _ as you are, and if I ean lay my hands on him I’ll make it hot for him, you bet.” ; 7 CHAPTER xii. te A DASTARDLY PLOT. ~~ Fred French knew just. what he was about. ~_ Detective Ropes had disclosed to him a plot so tremendous ' that he could scarcely believe it. i) But, like Fred, the detective named no names, except that of - Bat Goshinsky, so the appearance of Mat Markman in the. he ard of the big foundryman was a complete surprise. = Whet the detective said was: SAt ‘ten o’cloek precisely get into the yard behind the sa- ; ‘loon and look out for Bat Goshinsiky, who will come there in - company with another man. For me to go into that saloon in any disguise would be almost sure death, but you can do a safely enough. Overhear what they have to say at any ~ cost, for the continuance of the iron business in this valley rae depends upon it—on that point you can take my word.” This. was what decided Fred to take hold with the detec- ‘tive, and now that he saw Mat Markham in company with Bat Goshinsky he felt most thankful that he had done so, for” he. knew that it could mean nothing else than some _ crooked work in the wind. But what was he to do about it? That was the puzzling z The first thing to do was-manitestly to get as near to them pone le, and ‘Fred started in to do that. When they passed in ees the back door of the saloon, Fred slipped in after ; them. Here were three private rooms in a row, with tables f ~ chairs inside. The dividing partitions between them not much higher than a man’s head. it pushed open the door of the corner room and ushered ae ae Go Yr tf Ws tos be Fred heard him say. “They Sdn SB eg deities tetas Read "0h, Um not afraid of them. I'll take my chances on that,” heard Mat answer. “Don't: waste time ene. Bat, but go right ahead." “Th ‘the bell in the private room rang, and the | barkeeper I this time Fred was seated in the next room with his ‘the: table. ‘Just as the bartender was. j leaving he FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. _jthe next job.” Mat Markham began it. “Never mind about Fred French now,” he said. “If you. come across him do him up, for al] I care. The meddlesome little wretch! He has crosed my path once too often, but we have got more important business on hand than talking about him.” “T should say so,” growled Bat. last night—all right?” “You did, in spite of Fred French, but he came mighty near spoiling it all.” “So did you by coming down to the works with that in- fernal detective just at the wrong time.” “t couldn’t help it, Bat. You seé, it was the old man who engaged the detective, and he insisted upon me taking him down to the works, then and there, but I’ve got a growl against you, too. What did you bring that crowd up to our house for? I want the old man to croak, and he came mighty near it last night, but if those felows had broken in there what would have become of me?” : “Tt eouldn’t help it. ‘Twasn’t my fault. I couldn’t stop him nohow.” “Don’t do it again, that’s all. there much dynamite left?” “Lots, in spite of Pete Taylor getting drunk on me and blowing up one box. I wish it had blown him up, the infernal fool!” “All right, then. ae when do we act?” “To-morrow morning at half-past two is the time set for Darlington—is that all right?” “It is. Do you propose to tackle the whole works?” “We can’t. It is just impossible. I have arranged to blow up the main foundry. That’s all we can do.” “And when do you tackle our main building?” “J think you had better leave that till next week. There’s the guard.” “ “That's so, I may be able to get rid of them by next Week. I certainly could not do it before. If the old gent keeps on failing at the rate he has for the last twenty-four hours he _ ought to pass in his checks by that time, and then I shall have everything my own way.” =o “Exactly,” replied Bat. “Now, let’s have another drink.” Here was a terrible state of affairs. “How did I do up the job Basil did that, and Now, what's the plan? Is Fred, with his ear pressed against the thin partition, heard — = every word. Bad as he knew Mat Markham to be, he had not supposed — 2 him to be as bad as this. ; Here was a young man who, for some reason which Fred could not comprehend, was actually plotting the death of his _ own father and the destruction of his business. It seemed al-, most incomprehensible, but there was more to come. . “Now, then, that’s all right,” said Mat, after the drink had _ E been served, “you will attend to Darlington, and the money is __ ready for you as soon as the job is done. That brings us'to | “Hello, you have pee PRE ERS hey?” exclaimed Bat. “That's what I have, and this is a thousand-dollar one.” | “Good enough, boss. Out with it, and I’m your man, if ‘the : risk isn't too great.” “There is no risk, unless it is the risk of getting shot trom a * | window, and you must look out for that. Besides, it will help. _ ‘* are you to prove an alibi about Darlington if you can make your Z train long enough to give you time to get up from the foundry 45> . , John Seer a bd bene eal we to ban a te. ie: - cory ‘the. ‘one connecting all the rooms with ; once that was fastened sand

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“: dete FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. 15 know it. Get a gang around the house just at the time of the | “That's what it did. I was in one private room in Mugge’s osion. Threaten him, but do nothing until 1 come driv- {saloon and they were in the next one, I heard every word.” up. I shall look to you to protect me while I address the} “You haven’t said who was with Bat Goshinsky yet, Fred.” : “from my buggy, urging you to disperse, which you will| “I’m waiting for you to say.” romptly do, That is all I ask,” “Sharp! You want to see if I know as much as I pretend.” “You ask a lot, boss. Once you start our fellow going it is} “That’s it.” ard to quiet them down.” “Mat Markham was the man, Fred—the son of the great iron “In other words, it is easier to set your dogs on than to| king of Welby, who lies dying to-night. This young scoundrel : call them off.” who is pretending to work with me is working against me— Exactly; and the sight of you won’t make matters any | against his father, against the whole iron interest of this val- er, that’s sure.” ley, and if I know anything he is paid to do this dirty work.” “Still, it can be done, if you send only those you can trust.” “But why should he do it?” asked Fred, “Isn’t he working * ‘Yes, I think so, if you will take your chances of a stray | against his own interests? What possible good can it do to him to have his father’s property destroyed when, if the ‘old uy: shall have to,” man dies, as you think he is going to, it will all come to him?” _ “I think I see your game, boss. You are after the Cranford “That's plain enough, Fred. The place is heavily insured, rirl, You want to do the rescue act and so make yourself |®ud the Welby Iron Works have been losing money for a long d in that quarter. Is that it?” j while. The buildings destroyed and Moses Markham dead, don't deny it. I'm paying big money for the job.” Mat gets the insurance—a large sum in ready cash.” i « ” “0. K. It’s a go,” “TI see. -“What time?” : : “You don’t see all yet. What if Mat Markham had been “Say two o’clock precisely at John Cranford’s house. You offered a big price by one of his father’s bitterest rivals to os “you can arrange about the fuse?” put ns two principal iron works in this valley out of busi- ness “Can it be so?” “T have every reason to believe it to be so; still, I could not Swear to it. One thing is certain, Mat Markham is'a great scoundrel, who, young as he is, ought to have been clapped in State’s prison two years ago. I believe he would murder his father with his own hands if he dared. But enough of this. Here I am doing all the talking. Out with your story, boy, I want to hear every word, and when you are through you can tell me the names of the fellows who were with Bat Goshin- sky last night.” “T'll tell that right now: it was Basil Rosensky, Pete Taylor and Long Luke,” said Fred, and then he went on to tell all that he had overheard. ‘ The detective did not“interrupt him, and made no comments when he was through, except to say: “So that’s their game.” Then he lit a fresh cigar, and for a good ten minutes paced the floor of the cave in silence. “Fred, it’s a problem to know what to do,” he said at last. “I can’t be in two places at onee, Who is this man Cranford? I know nothing about him. He must stand aside, for, come what will, the Darlington Iron Works must be saved.” “I'll warn the Cranfords,” replied Fred. “I intended to do so, anyway. I know them, If you will let me, I will go to their house at once.” “There’s where the trouble comes in. It can’t be done, I must have help, My first step is clearly to go to Henry Dathan and tell him what I have learned, and there isn’t a moment to like ts have the einen take place eat. about the » I get there.” Py isc 3 shall if you are there at two o’clock sharp. Now, is the young iron king and the labor king left the het, g out by*the back door. | was right behind them. wee Detective Ropes at once,” he murmured, “He tT wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't CHAPTER XIV. ae AGAINST TROUBLE AGAIN. with Detective Ropes. ; was. a sliding one. arranged that the detective should remain jand wire my chief at Johnstown. I'll write the dispatch. Hold on, can the operator at Welby be trusted?” “J don’t think he can, sir. Joe Tavers fs on to-night. He's entirely in with the strikers and a bad fellow. 1 wouldn’t trust him as far as I can sling a cat by the tail.” he exclaimed. “A quarter past ht on-time, boy. Well, what do know before?” father of this strike is,” re- have vert, Lair you had told the next station up the road?” “Don’t know him.” “Ed Roden is at Darlington. His father and two of his : brothers are out on the strike. You can judgé for yourself.” be lost in doing it. Meanwhile, you must go down into Welby. “T thought as much. How about the operator at Hawley, “What about Darlington? Suppose I send the dispatch?* | \“It's hard to decide, boy, but it has got to be done right now, You aie ern and send the dispatch, Hire a team

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you. If I get my hands on those scoundrels, as I hope I may, you will have nothing to do but to join me in the morning. I can make no appointment, for it is impossible to tell what Tay happen, but after I am through with my work I will come back here.” The detective then took a telegraph blank from his pocket “and wrote the dispatch. ‘ “Send twenty men to Darlington by midnight train,” * the way it read. They parted at the foot of the hil, and Fred went straight to the nearést livery stable. _ He felt doubtful about being able to-hire a team at that hour of the night, but he got it all right, for the detective had given 43 him $50 and told him to offer $25 as a deposit for the safe . return of the rig. At Hawley the telegram was sent. The operator in the tower was an elderly man, who asked no questions and made no comments, but just started the message over the wire. : Fred then got into the buggy and started for Darlington = by the back road, for he thought it better _ to keep out of Welby. He urged the horse on to all the speed he was capable of . Making, for it was already after one o’clock, and the time was getting short. ¢ Coming at last to the cross-road where he had turned off to _ go down to the horseback, where he would have to strike into : the Darlington road, Fred grew so nervous that he could hardly hold the reins. “What in the world is the matter with me?” he thought. “7 : “have been able to keep cool enough up to now. What does it Mean?” _ He grew worse and worse ag he neared the horbdhaak: It - seemed to him that something dreadful was going to happen, 3 and sure enough it proved so, for just as he was about to turn oe the horse in on to the narrow causeway the animal shied, and it was all that Fred could do to kéep from going over was “eh the bank, a: _ ‘Where was something: lying in the road; something long ooo “and dark. = _ Fred, straining his eyes to see what it was, drew back in rm . _ “Heavens! It’s a man!” he gasped. “Is ho dead?” a He sprang gut of the buggy and led the horse forward. _ The knowing animal seemed to realize that he was safe ‘now, and made no objection. The man was lying face downward directly across the cause- ah. , and as the horse seemed to be quiet enough now, Fred PFs to let go of the bridle and, bending down, turned body over. t The a astlly battered and the face was covered Pio i dace eibictia wig ricki wo. bi: “ling es nese ck pe cea ra Ca teem wewtete memes | No, 9, the way-freight, is off the track. FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. but it was pretty hard, for Mr. Ropes proved to be entirely unconscious. What was he to do with him after he got him in the buggy, with the time growing shorter every moment? “Did he ever get to Darlington?” thought Fred. “He must have. He couldn’t have been lying here all this time, or some one would have found him; there must have been a dozen teams over the road since he reached this place.” How was he ever to get the poor fellow into the buggy? He struck another match and held it over the face of the wounded. detective, who was breathing heavily and was quite unconscious. There was no blood in the road—no signs of a struggle. “This man was brought here from somewhere else!” Fred exclaimed, half aloud. “They put him here so that some one would run over him. He has néver seen Mr. Dathan. He didn’t reach Darlington at all, and I’m sure of it. Oh, what shall I do?” He knew that it must be nearly half-past one now. The dis- patch had conveyed no information, and he felt that the Pinkerton men were probably waiting in the station for the detective to come with instructions. « “I must get him into the buggy somewhow, and I must drive to the station,” thought Fred; “as for the Cranfords, they will have to wait, The iron works must be saved.” Exerting all his strength, he finally managed to lift the de- tective into the buggy, where he fell down all in a heap. Fred let him remain in a half-sitting position on the floor of the buggy, with his head resting against the seat, being able to so support him with his own legs after he took his seat, and in this uncomfortable position he drove like mad over the horseback, expecting every moment ‘to pick up a stray shot from the revolver of some striker crouching on the side of the road. None came, however. As Fred went flying past the Cranford place it looked dark and deserted. He longed to stop and give his warning, but as he had made up his mind that it must be the iron works first, he did not dare to risk the time, so he urged the horse on into Darlington, making straight for the sfation. It was closed, and there was no one in sight. Down the bridge Fred could see the buildings of the big foundry looming up darkly against the sky. He had cooled down by this time, and his own determined spirit had firm hold of him, : The detective was still breathing, but to do anything for him he must have help, so Fred sprang out of the buggy and hur- ried around the ‘station, determined to go up into the tower and call down the operators if necessary. This, however, he did not have to do, for he ran into the watchman before he ’ had gone a dozen yards. “Hello! Who are you?” demanded ‘the watchman, flashing his lantern in Fred’s face, Fred knew the man perfectly well, and he was just about _ to call him by name when he fortunately remembered that he _ was disguised, and, checking himself, said: > “Is there a gang of men here from Johnstown, in by the midnight train? I was to meet them here at one o’clock.” “Why, no, and you won’t be apt to meet them,” replied the watchman, “The train fs stalled just this side of Cranford. It will be a couple Se hours at least before the road is clear.” : ‘Fred almost ee on the piattorse. 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5 ¢ and I think he is dying. I managed to get him into the | buggy, and he is around on the other side of the station now. _ If you will open the door [ll help you carry him in and run _ fora doctor. I don’t know that it can be done, but at least ; We ought to try to save his life.” _ “We must!” cried the watchman, who was a kind-hearted fellow. “Come, I'll help you get him inside.” ' ‘They had the detective stretched upon the station floor in _ . & moment, and Fred started up the street on the-run toward the doctor’s house, which was just around he corner, accord- ing to the watchman. He found the house, pulled the night-bell furiously, and when the answer came through the speaking-tube he called his _Mmessage back. — “T'll be right over,” replied the. doctor, Mme in ten minutes’ time.” ~ But Fred did not propose to look for him at alJ. He dashed _ away from the door, and, running around into Westmoreland » Street, flew toward the handsome mansion of Henry Dathan, of the Darlington Iron Works. : gate which separated the grounds from the road oe elosed and locked, but this did not hinder Fred, who - immediately climbed over the wall and was tunning up the graveled walk when a large man, with a slouch hat drawn down over his eyes, suddenly stepped out from behind a low pine tree, and, shaking a big club in the boy’s face, brought him to a halt. “Who are you? What do you want here?” he demanded, in “a suppressed voice. — “Who are you?” asked Fred, trembling with excitement. “T am the private watchman. Speak, or I'll whack you over the head with this club.” “I want to see Mr, Dathan!” panted Fred. are going to blow up the foundry. Help me! = “You can look for “The strikers There may be OM eT epee rar ee ee Ove teat eee Nee ee tele completely knocked out by that blow of the elub. <p saaaeadinsen Aca gate he found himself lying on the ground time to save it yet!” < - *Oh, I'll help you!” hissed the man, seizing Fred by_ the throat with his left hand, at the same time bringing the club , down upon the boy’s head With his right. x a CHAPTER XVI. a ~ AT THE MERCY OF THE FIRE FIENDS. ‘= of. 4 ai 3 Fol . ed behind him, and there was a hand- very ee wold and shrubbery growing near, and three men talking in suppressed tones. sunk now to the lowest depths. ¢ and active part he had played, he bad FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. SSS 1? At first he could not grasp what was being said, but it came to him plainer, and he knew that they—-were talking about him. “Shall we kill him?” said one voice. “I’m not up to that,” replied another. “I'll give him a blame good licking if you say the word, but when you come to killing, you will have to get somie one else to do the job.” “But there is.no doubt he is a detective, or a spy of some kind.” “How do you knéw?” “How do I know? Why, he engaged board at Mother Ma- gosky’s only yesterday afternoon, and was hanging around Mugge’s for a couple of hours this evening. Of course, he is a spy. Didn’t he say himself that he wanted to warn Dathan of what was.going on?” “Well, we had better take him to Bat and let him decide. You stay here till you hear the explosion, and then make straight for John Cranford’s house.” “Cranford’s?, What are we to do there? to do with our affairs?” “Why, he has got everything to do with them. They say it was by his advice that the iron kings did the lock-out act, The boys are going to give him a great shake-up, and don’t you forget it. Shouldn’t wonder if it ended in his house being burned down.” There was some further talk, but as they lowered their voices then, Fred could not catch the words which followed. He struggled to burst his bonds. The cord gave consider- ably. Fred just began to think that he was going to be able to manage it, when suddenly all three men came toward him, and he was seized and pulled to his feet. “Take him right down to Bat,” said one of the men, and then they began to talk Polish. Fred recognized two of them as fellow-workmen of his in the Welby foundry, The third was a stranger, and probably belonged to the Darlington works. This man sprang over the wall and the other two, Mfting him up, passed him over, the man on the other side catching the boy by the waist and lowering him to the ground, The other two followed, and Fred was hurried down an alleyway which led straight to the foundry, There was not a soul in sight, When they entered the foundry yard they found it entirely deserted, As they passed along by the office the men suddenly stopped, and one of them “ peered in at the window and tapped Mghtly on the glass, Immediately the office door was opened slightly and a man peered out. “That you, Bat?” asked one of the men—the third man, the stranger who had knocked Fred down with the club, had returned over the wall to continue his watch ever the house of the iron king. Bat Goshinsky, in answer, stepped out into full view. “Who have you got thera?” he asked, “A spy! A Pinkerton’ man, most likely,” was the reply, “Shall we bring him tn and leave htm with the rest?” “Don’t know about that, He has geen you fellows, and now he has'seen me, I don't like the idea of leaving such a chap as that at large,” “Well, then, what shall we de with him?” ssked the man, “Of course, we had to bring him here. We couldn’t help that,” “Bring him in,” said Bat, “I'll give him a double-eress, « If he ever sees anybody again after he gets through digesting that I greatly miss my mark,” There was not much hope in Fred's heart when he was bustled inte the foundry office then, . ‘Four men lay stretched uneonseious upon the office flear, One was the regular watchman of the foundry, three were private detectives hired to assist him, What has he got

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2 "Ea _They were all dead drunk, made so by a fourth detective ; who had sold out to the strikers, but Fred thought that they - were all dead. --—- “It’s"all up with me,” he said to himself, “but, xan ru die game.” He was destined to pass through a totally ditterent ordeal, | however, and the end of it was not to be death.: + Bat whipped out a small dark-lantern, and, pushing back the slide, flashed the light into Fred's face. - “This fellow is disguised,” he promptly said, at the same _time removing the gag, adding: “Boy, who are you?’ rah. Fred did not dare to answer. He knew that discovery would follow if he spoke in Bat Goshinsky’s hearing then, and he ~ felt that discovery would mean nothing else but death. i “Why don’t you answer?” snarled Bat, knocking off his hat. _. “Red-headed, eh?” he added. “I guess not! IN fix that!” 2 He seized Fred's shock of red hair, pulled and off it came in his hands. “Fred French!” cried Bat and-the other two in a breath. “Well, that’s me,” retorted Fred, with a coolness which surprised himself. “What are you going to do about it, Bat Goshinsky? I’m in your power, and I suppose you'll make the most of it. Go ahead.” “You blamed little traitor! What I ought to do fs to put a knife right into your heart!” snarled Bat. “Where did you ~~ find him, boys?” _ «~ .- “On the other side of Dathan’s wall’on his way to warn . Dathan about to-night’s job,” was the reply. “You'd better Wilt him, boss.” _ “No,” said Bat, “I know of a trick.worth two of that. He > shall do to-ttght’s job with his own bands, and then we'll -. . ehuck him through the window inte the shop. The dynamite - . will fix him. That's the way I'll serve him off. Come on, Freddy! By time; you have got yourself into trouble now! You had bettér have put your head into a lion’s mouth than to have come sneaking around Darlington to-night. I tell you, boy, you have run up against a bad man!” - Then seizing Fred by the collar, Bat Goshinsky dragged him - Out of the office and down into the foundry yard. , CHAP ERR XVI. ae DOES GOOD WORK, "When Bat Goshinsky Stopped it was in the cellar under Sng acaba a oainere x and see how I have arranged the see little: different this time from the }dropped the eee. into the water, then went back oak i FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. which, with caps attached and a fuse extending from one to another, were ranged along the cellar floor. “Oh, say, Bat, what’s the use wasting so much time with the boy?” growled one of the strikers. . “If you are going to do the job, do it. If you are going to blow him up, why, blow him up and let's get out of this.” : “Good enough!” replied Bat. “I agree with you. I’ve done too much talking altogether. If one-half of my mouth had been sewed up when I was born it would be money in my pocket to-day. What do you say, shall we untie him and make him light the fuse or not?” “Don't see a bit of use in it,” replied the other, “Chuck him up there on that hanging shelf and let him go up with the building. We want to get out of here. The boys must have gathered in the woods back of Cranford’s Jong ago.” “Right, and I’ve got an appointment to keep, too,” Bat. “Now then, Freddy, here goes!” There was a long, hanging shelf extending under the floor beams used for the storage of a certain kind of elay, which rats sometimes disturbed. Seizing Fred around the waist, Bat Goshinsky, who was as strong as a horse, lifted him up badily and threw him upon the shelf. Not a word from Fred yet. Not a word when the match snapped and he knew that Bat Goshinsky had lighted the fuse; not a word when the big foundryman turned and cursed him, and then Jeft the cellar; followed by the two men, It was a terrible situation, however. It would. be difficult to imagine a worse one, if one was to try. There Fred lay with his arms tied behind him, directly over a row of twenty dynamite cartridges attached by caps to the lighted fuse. Perfect silence reigned in the cellar for a few moments after the strikers left, save for the occasional snapping of the fuse. Fred was not ready to move yet. He rememberd the con- versation overheard at Mugge’s salcon, and he félt sure that the fuse was long enough to enable the strikers to reach John Cranford’s house. " This was the bravest thing Fred had done yet, to Iie there quietly so as to give Bat and his two companions in crime ample time to get away. At last the brave boy was ready to act. He knew that the cord around his wrists had become so loosened that he could draw the right hand through the noose. Hig greatest fear had been that Bat Goshinsky would tx- amine the cord and tie it tighter. This danger he had es- caped, and he expected to escape all the rest: when he com- pressed his righi hand into the smaliest possible compass and »| started to draw it through the noose. It went through all right, and Fred’s heart bounded with an immense sense of relief. To get his jack-knife out of his pocket and do the rest was but the work of a moment, and he sprang down from the shelf and stamped out the crackling fuse. It was done now, and Fred stood still and listened. There was not a sound outside, and not a ray of light in the cellar, now that he had extinguished the single glowing © spark which marked the position of the fuse. Fred struck a match and gathered up as Many of the cart- said | ridges as he could hold in his hand. 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pee pk: FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. 19 ———SESEE—— SE a Se 0 ee eee es Mon neat a ae = But strength was no longer needed. “Hark! I thought I heard some one coming along the = Fred had done a brave work. road,” whispered Fred, lowering his voice. The Darlington foundry was saved for that night, whatever | “It does sound as if a team was coming,” replied Tom; “but Might happen to it later on. say, Fred, what are we going to do?” 2 *T must brave up!” muttered the boy. “I must get back to “Get to the door and ring them up!” exclaimed Fred. _~ Mr. Ropes, and then for Cranford’s to do the best I can.” | “You are sure there’s no strikers hanging around here?” He went out of the foundry yard by a side entrance, where! “I haven't seen anybody, but then I haye just come.” 16 thought he would be less likely to run into the strikers, and ; “Come-on, come on!” said Fred. “No, don’t ask me to_tell “he was wise in doing so, for there was nobody there, while you anything about myself yet. I’ve got so much to tell that Ee tbe main entrance was guarded by two men. {I couldn’t get through in half an hour. There’s going to be _. Hurrying back to the station where the team still stood, he trouble here right now, Tom Daley, and we want to head it * could find nobody, and when he peered in through the window | ‘off if we possibly can. Oh, I am so glad to have your help!” : ~he saw that the detective no longer lay upon the floor. | The boys.had reached the front door of the mansion by this ' “They have carried him up to the doctor's house, and that ' ‘time, and Fred gave several vigorous pulls at the bell before __ shows that he must still be alive,” thought Fred. “Well, I ‘he sueceeded in attracting the attention of anybody inside. _ Can do no more here, and I had better get up to Cranford’ 8) Then a window on the second floor was raised and-a girlish ust as quick as ever I can.” ; | Voice caled out: > “He was right about the detective. At that very moment! “Who’s there?” : Mr, Ropes was lying stretched upon the doctor’s lounge, with | “Why, it’s Miss Lena herself!” whispered Fred. He ran & the doctor working over him, while the friendly watchman, | | down the steps and stood.in the middle of the gravel walk. _ who had assisted in carrying him up from the station, was on| “Miss Cranford, I’m Fred French,” he called out. “Don’t be his way back to his post. | frightened, but the strikers are coming here to attack this 3 Fred did not wait for him to come, but started down the ake You want to wake up your father right away.” _ Toad for the house‘of the ex-iron king. There was a sharp exclamation behind the half-open blind, Good fortune was with him again. and then the voice called out: _ The gang upon which Bat Goshinsky had depended all drank| “I can’t see you, and I don’t feel sure that you are Fred ~ too Jeng in Mugge’s saloon up in Huntown, and had delayed French. To prove it, tell me what I said to Fred French when i - their coming. I parted with him last evening, and where that parting took 4 Bat and his friends were there standing in the woods wait-| place?” ing for them to arrive. “The parting took place right here at this gate,” replied - Something had delayed Mat Markham, also, and although | Fred, “and what you said to me was that you would never _ the appointed time had come and passed, John Cranford’s|forget what I had done for you, which, after all, wasn’t of house stood as dark and deserted as when Fred drove the!much <ccount.” buggy furiously past its door. “Wait a moment, I'll be right down,” answered the voice, _ Fred hurried up to the gate, and was about to open it when |and Fred knew how troubled Lena must feel by the way she "his former experience was repeated, for a dark figure sud-!spoke. denly stepped out into full view on the other side of thé gate,| “Why does she do it all? Why don't her father come?” he exclaiming, in a whisper: said to Tom. “Oh, I do wish I could see the end’of this thing! ” . “Fred -French, as I’m a sifiner! What on earth brings you} They only had to wait a few moments before Lena appeared here?” _ |at the door in a loose wrapper, with her hair hanging down. ie ae Fred French! So it is you, sure nough!” she exclaimed, for she had lighted the hall gas and it struck full upon the faces of the two boys. “Do you mean to tell me that the strikers are going to attack our house? Why should they do anything of that sort? What has my father ever done to 3A ey injure these men?” _ “Tom Daley!” gasped Fred. “oh, Tom, I’m so glad to see} “! could explain that better to your father himself,” replied ? Fred. “Hadn’t you better call him up? This is a very serious ‘Ym not at all glad to see you,” replied Tom. | business, miss.” asin ton Very Worst place you could come to this} “My father is not here,” was the reply. “He has gone to if’ you it, Fred French. Why in thunder Pittsburgh, and, unfortunately, our man is away, too; there is i” ‘the eave?” no one in the house but myself, the cook and the chamber- ke a long time to explain that, Tom, and as|™aid. If what you say is true, I can’t be too thankful that ‘no time to spare. There's going to be | YOU hpre;.qome- * 7 i “All that’s bad enough,” said Fred. “It is true, and it {fs ; ? Blamed if I can see how you the work of Mat Markham. I would rather have told your i golits. to be trouble. There's | father, but——” on their way here now, and they mean] “Why, Mr. Markham is our friend!” cried Lena, blushing. ‘anfor tbs why they should do it|“He visits here frequently, and——” a at Bore’ to. warn them,| “And don’t you trust him!” broke in Fred, and then, in a few hurried words, he told of the conversation he had over- ’ CHAPTER XVII. | RHE ATTACK ON MR. CRANTORD'S HOUSE. Lena’s eyes flashed fire. 4 4 “So that’s his game, is it?” she exelaimed. “I won't deny to to bed, and thought I| you now, Fred French, that Mat Markham has proposed to me, Cait nna tanh valltton ties ca, moon ot bis. drieathe hentia: bas cee ee weary Sect thtentions ft

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- “He’s one of the biggest scoundrels that ever went unhung,” | replied Fred; “but listen, Miss Lena; they are coming now! Don’t you hear?” “That's what they are!” added Tom, for the murmur of many feet came with the sound. _ “What stall we do?” gaspéd Lena. Fred French?” “Of course I will,” replied Fred, Can we come in?” : “You must come in! “You will stand by me, There, lock the door and bolt it! ' Not be so bad.” “It won’t amount to anything if Mat can get thet to go away,” replied Fred, wondering to himself what Bat Go- shinsky was thinking of about that time, for certainly, accord- _ factory ought to have exploded long ago. There was no more than time to secure the door and ex- ‘amine the window fastenings upon the lower floor when the mob came up in front of the house. _ ing to all calculations, the dynamite under the Darli : 7 ya or the Darlington certainly it had. not been Mat Markham’s intention to do ; “king. Oh, . this is terrible, but you say Mat Markham does not intend that they shall do us any harm? I'm so frightened that I s of madness, w ki fearful havoe with Mr. Cranford’s scarcely know what I am*saying. Perhaps, after all, it will gay neat cae Oia Pe a rae FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. Ney as ot Le ee es a “Hold on!) Hold on, there, boys!” yelled the young iron “I’m your friend! You don’t understand! Send for Bat Goshinsky! Where’s Bat?” ; “There’s a bat for you!” shouted Long Luke, shying a voices could be heard up the road, and the heavy tramp of prick at young Markham’s head. It struck him fair and with fearful force. The horse, having at last made up its mind what to do, started off at the same instant, and Mat Markham, hurled “and so will Tom Daley. trom the road wagon, fell in the dust and lay there as one ‘dead. Punishment had followed his treachery, swift and sure. Still no Bat appeared, and the mob, worked up to the pitch Shots and stones came in through the windows, and men were dragging old boxes and other rubbish from the barn and piling it all up against the side of the house. Who was the originator of the evil scheme was never known ‘anything of this sort—nor did any one ever find out who touched the match to the pile, but somebody did, and in @ ,moment it was all ablaze. The flames were soon communicated to the house itself, and The moment the leaders reached the gate they threw it' open, and, with hoots and yells and ¢at-calls and wild shouts 2!! the while the mob was hammering away at the door, doing for the ex-lron king to show himself, they came flocking its best to burst it in, but giving the windows, which opened — etre the gate into the front yard. and chambermaid could be heard upstairs. — lor blind slats, : “He ought to be there, for it’s his job,” replied Fred. come the stones!” breaking the windows. “Come out, Cranford! - _ Want to talk to you!” the crowd yelled. “him!” exclaimed Lena. “Here comes Mat Markham!” cried Fred, who had stationed “himself at the other window. Ay A road’ wagon came dashing up in front of the house a a ~ ve ‘the mob: “My friends, what are you doing here? Why do you a: It's the Iron king!” this. ait pellteil: Kin him! Slug bim! Down with the iron kings!” and the were. by, a shower of stones which made _. “Where’s Bat Goshinsky? I don’t see anything of him?” | . demanded Tom Daley, who was ‘peering out between the par- fort.” ‘They came in a perfect shower, rattling against the door and my fault, too. i te plosion. ' or ous aaa nae apie and as he reined in he called tc Sorta a ag emt ange ween goth otter nn ,on the piazza, a wide berth, for already three of their number Lena had grown calmer now, but the screams of the cook “had fallen wounded, brought down by shots from a revolver which Lena Cranford had given to Fred. Fred was doing his best—doing all he cold to “hold the He heard Mat Markham’s shouts for Bat, and he saw the “Here young man thrown out of the buggy. “It’s all up with vs, I’m afraid,” he said to Lena, “and all Mat has been killed, perhaps, and with Bat 'Goshinsky away, there is no one to stop them. Sooner or Come out and show yourself! “We later they are bound to break in.” “How is it your fault?” demanded Lena, who had been “Pm glad my father isn’t here. This would just about kill trying lier best to quiet the frightened servants, who had ~ ‘come downstairs and were screaming in the hail. “Bat has gone to the foundry to see why there was no ex- That’s certainly what has happened. Oh, I wish those women would stop yelling!. What good does it do?” Another shot came crashing ‘through the window then, , Batrowly missing Tom. ; “Stand back! Stand back out of the way!” cried Fred, but he himself, without the slightest sign of fear, went straight up to the window and fired three shots out into the darkness at ‘the howling mob. “IT smell smoke!” Tom exclaimed. ' “So do I,” said Lena. “Merciful heayen! have they set the house on fire? Oh, what shall we do?” 3 “That's just what they Have done,” said Fred, with a calm- ness which he was far from feeling. “Miss Cranford, it is no use! We must get out of here if it is a possible thing. The door will be broken in and I can’t help it. Is there no way of retreat? No place of safety to which we could take - you and those women, mays I run into Darlington and try to get help?” “Why, there is old Mrs. Anderson’s cottage in the rear. of us here, right across the field,” replied Lena, “But, oh, it — “What else can we do?” said Fred. + 4sitbetton ta: fakeiboas : Aa Sh war 6 cetag mak at She Serene Suppose we try for the 5

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eS FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. wT : ss “They are watching there,” said Tom. “The smoke is | The doctor was not a little frightened at first, and actually "coming in pretty thick, Fred.” , drew a revolver on the boy, but when Fred made him under- » “There’s the cellar door,” said Lena. “It opens right in stand who he was and what he wanted, he was civil enough, Ect of a big syringa bush; we might escape that way.” and although he was out to answer a hurry call from a “We'll try it!” exclaimed Fred. “Has your father any farmer’s wife over in the neighborhood of Hawley, he prom- “mioney? Have you any jewelry? Are there any private papers ised to stop at the Widow Anderson’s cottage_and have a pot value that should be saved?” look at Tom. '- “You think of everything,” said Lena. “Well, we will go.’ Of course, one of Fred’s first questions, when he made the Fs fe must. There is no money of any consequence in the doctor understand who he was, was about Detective Ropes. @, but there is a box of papers, which my father has al-! “He will live,” said the doctor. “His skull is frgctured, but ys told me to look for in case anything should happen in he will live. He is now in bed in my house.” -absence, and I have jewelry, of course.” | This was good news, at all events, and Fred’s spirits rose. G b Get them, quick! We haven't a moment to lose!” cried; He did not return to the cottage with the doctor, as he ; ‘ed, and Lena flew to obey. had first intended to-do, however, for he had seen something 4 Things were getting pretty hot outside in more senses than Bs caused him deep concern. } one. “The crowd was surging this way and that, yelling to’ It was the mob running away from the burning mansion bh other in Polish, Hungarian and ‘a dozen other strange saan in the direction of the creek. fialeets, for all the boys could tell. | “They are going to the foundry,” thought Fred. “I must “For Fred to fall into their hands would mean nothing short know what it means.” if death, and he knew it perfectly well; yet he stood there; Meanwhile, the fire-bell was ringing over in Darlington, and king to Tom as quietly as though there was no danger Fred ‘could hear the engine come tearing along the road. oe | “Perhaps they'll save the house,” he thought. “I’m sure nh she never come!” cried Tom at last, as a great puff I hope so. Vm going to see what those madmen are up to. ake came rolling in through the broken window. | Perhaps I can still do something to save the works.” Bey * Something worse followed. He had a definite reason for the move he was about to ns was the crack of a rifle, and suddenly Tom uttered a | make. ar] ery and fell-over against Fred. He had just heard a train came in from the West, and it it!” he gasped. occurred to him at once that the wreck might have been "Where? Where?” cried Fred, supporting him. cleared away sooner than the station agent had supposed it “In the shoulder! Oh, get me out of this, quick!” | could be, and that the Pinkerton men might have come in. ‘Lena appeared at the same instant, Dodging across the road just in time to see the fire company peeve what was said and what was done after that, for dashing toward the burning house, Fred took a short cut for sWwen hurry on to other and highly important events. ithe station. pate cote Mee d filled ah smoke when Fred, supporting j Everything was quiet now. The mob was all down in the way down steps. | deep gully through which the creek ran. Fred felt sure that «cia steed Sy “ashe Boas the oe chambermatd, eae er were making for the foundry, and that meant mischief, Poa ts a rear. of course. the stone steps steps they groped their way, and paused be- : He reached the station all out of breath. As he came along rh door, Fred cautiously opened, sone ‘in sight. The syringa a ‘shielded them i the tracks he saw quite a little crowd of men standing talking together. x and without being seen they escaped through the RE across the field, and took refuge in the cot-| The train had pulled ont by this time, of course, and Fred’s 2s the Widow Anderson, frightening the poor wqman = rose still higher. He felt sure that they must be the nkerton men, and he was right. Scniier collapsed completely as soon as they were safe} “Are you ‘fellows from Johnstown?” he exclaimed, dashing ee t é up to them, all ont of breath, ; ‘doctor, Fred! I'm dying, and no mistake!” he cried, ' “What's that to you, young fellow?” asked one of the men. “then he fell down upon the floor. ;“If 7 have got anything to say, why, out with it. We are Le ‘gecount Fred hesitated, but Lena insisted that he , "0t telling our business to strangers, you bet. go for the doctor at once. ' “I'm from Detective Ropes!” panted Fred. Fenn ite: enough now as the brave “foundry boy} “You are, hey?” said the man. “Where’s Ropes? Why ate Oe walland’ran down the lane, which took him isn’t he here himself?” he D n road. - J 4 “If you are the Pinkerton men he wired for from Hawley, “among the trees. “John Cranford's beautiful mansion [']l tell you all, but you must let me know that first,” j as the flames rolied heavenward Fred | “That’s who we are, but who the deuce are you?” Pehat a wiitel waste of property it all was.) “I'm helping Ropes. I’m the one who sent the telegram. fain ae never did ‘any harm to anybody, if all Ropes has been injured. He was attacked by the strikers and muttered the foundry boy. |had his skull fractured. You want to listen tome. You may Re t | be just in time to save the foundry; the mob is coming down is dead or not, but he} the creek to attack it right now!” ’ This settled it, “We'll fix them,” said the man. “Lead the way, boy. We are here for business. 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FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. “Boy, you’re a brick!” said the Pinkerton man, “And do; You mean to tell me that you are one of the strikers, too?” “That's what I am.” “Well, you are all right, anyhow. If we find those dynamite gh cartridges in the water barrel I shall see that Mr. Dathan knows all about this. Here we are. I don’t see anybody yet. Never mind, though. They will get a warm reception when they come.” They had reached the foundry yard now. It was dark and _ deserted, just as Fred had left it. He threw open the door of | " the office, and there lay the drunken detectives; apparently they had never moved. “I see,” muttered the Pinkerton.) man. and Schmidt. This settles their hash. Who is the other man?” “The regular watchman of the foundry,” They are coming. Don’t you hear?” “That’s what,” said the leader, and he immediately began to dispose of his men to what he considered the best adyan- tage. said Fred. “Hark! Some were hidden behind the office, some in the angle of | the foundry where it joined with the rolling mails and the = rest in other places. a pate “I shall have to light Tight out,” said Fred. All of a sudden he threw up his revolver and fired a shot | into the air, This was his signal. It was acted upon instantly. Every man of the band sprang from his concealment. They formed themselves into a solid line as quick as light- ning, drew their revolvers and immediately opened fire upon , the strikers who, astonished at their sudden apponrance, came to a halt. Fred was right alongside the leader, who took good care not to let him get away. “Which is Bat Goshinsky?” demanded the Pinkerton man. “It’s Camally, Tozer “Speak quick, boy!” “That big fellow on the left,” said Fred. The Pinkerton man instantly aimed a shot at Bat, but it was a miss. “That’s for you, Fred French!” shouted Bat, firing at the same time. This was another miss, happily, “Come on! Come on! Down with them!” yelled Bat, and there was a general rush. But the Pinkerton men continyed to ativan: steadily firing, and their shots did effective work. ~ “I must get} Many of the strikers dropped in their tracks, some dead and _ back to my friends I told you about.” ‘some wounded, but not a Pinkerton man fell, until suddenly “No, you don’t. You stay right here and see it through,” ithe leader got a shot in the shoulder and dropped. ’ i replied the leader. 1 want you to take me to Ropes.”. : us Fred did not like this very well, as may be supposed. about Lena and Tom, of course, but now there was’! nothing to be done but to wait. “They are coming,” said the leader, after a moment, for think they are all coming,” replied Fred. “There two or three coming ahead to see how the land lies.” Goshinsky is one of them I’m going to grab “Look out and see, young out from behind the building. d see three dark shadows creeping along the yard, impossible to make out who they were. ‘Sudde: paused, and a low whistlé sounded. “That's the signal!” axeint the leader. “The fun is ng to begin now!” was no answer to the whistle for a moment. shadows remained motionless, and then, all at ree y Hs, came rushing into the foundry yard. +. He said nothing, however, but made up his mind that he} selze the first opportunity to get away, being very much |difficult to deseribe in detail, for just as the detectives began footsteps could be heard at the other end of the, | strikers, still firm in the clutches of the two Huns. ; They were Darlington men, and strangers to Fred. Neither | twenty ligh e } ora and a great. seit Shetitaetp, wai sf snouts] of them spoke a word of English, but this made no difference — ~ “Now s see side that he looked at was not burned at all. “After we have driven these fellows off} The mob was just beginning to waver, but this encouraged — them, and they rushed upon the detectives, yelling lIlke demons as they came. Just what happened after that Fred would have found it to fall back he stumbled and fell. In an instant the strikers were upon him, Two big Huns seized him and dragged him to one side. “Hold him! Hold him!” he heard Bat Goshinsky yell. is the cause of all this! I’ll settle with him later on!” A fierce fight of several minutes’ duration followed, and then the tide of battle turned in favor of the detectives. 5a Help was coming from the town. Men and boys, many only _ half dressed, came running down into the fousiey yard, and — the detectives, rallying, charged again. This time they were successful. A moment later and the mob was in full retreat, closely fol- lowed by the Pinkerton men. No such thing had ever been known in Darlington before. ; The noise and confusion was tremendous. As for Fred, he was hurried along with the ee “He oa . : i as far as Fred was conctrned, for he knew perfectly well that any° appeal to them would be quite useless. : “j They seemed to have had special instructions from Bat Go- 4 shinsky, for they immediately separated themselves from the 4 mob and ran Fred up the bank out of the gulley, across the 4 road and into the woods just yer the Cranford _ house, 5 where they paused. - oe ; Through the trees Fred could see the Cranford house. It was still standing, and as near as he could make out

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' one side of the head and then on the other. to kill you! Well, well, well!” “That's all right, Bat. You can kill me if you want to. I’m your power now,” replied Fred, with all the coolness he ould assume, “How did you escape?” demanded Bat. “Was‘it you who out that fuse and threw away those cartridges? What sent up to the Cranford house to warn them? Who brought detectives into Darlington? Was it you—all you?” “Wouldn’t I like you'll get most beautifully left,” said Fred, “and I’m to make matters easier by not answering any of them— know ‘you and you know me. Now, boy, of course you expect any merey at my hands. You are not such a fool d f am not. I expect nothing.” You have put me out of business; you have knocked my plans into a cocked hat. I would shoot you or stick nife into you right now if it wasn’t for one thing, my nt you will tell me what that one thing is when you d arid ready?” retorted Fred. “Well, I can wait. I am 1 was jones after him, the Huns still keeping that grip on his arms. he stumbled, which he did frequently, they jerked him feet with fearful force. Fred never said a word—not one word. chad firmly made up his mind that Bat Goshinaky should ‘Ro whines for mercy from him. ’ ‘course, he began to wonder where they were taking him led off up the side of Green Mountain, and equally, e, he was most terribly worried about Lena and Tom. y were far up on the mountainside before Bat halted —. hut which stood on a narrow platform of Tock, back- it the ledge. h cae’ in the window, and as Bat gave a peculiar on the door he turned to Fred and said: a into my parlor, Freddy. That’s what the spider to | the fy, You know, and—ha! ha! ha! the fiy never “a map aan. 3 have given up in despair of ‘that lonely hut on the mountain closed be- | he Sa ore at the mercy of Bat hinge = .d not been operated for many years. FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. ee 23 All this Fred knew, and we only state the truth when we say that the foundry boy had no hope—absolutely none. There was a blazing fire in the open chimney of the hut, and before it sat Mat Markham with his head tied up, looking about as good-natured as a bear with a sore head. “So you have got him?” he exclaimed. “Well, I’m blamed glad of it. Good for you, Bat! We can do business now. Say, give me another drink.” Bat took a whisky bottle out of the cupboard and passed it over to him, with a surly caution about drinking too much. : “Oh, stuff that!” growled Mat. “I know how~much-T can Carry, and don’t you forget it. »Say, did you ever see me when I couldn’t carry my load?” “No, don’t know as I ever did, nor I don’t want to see you to-night. We haven’t got much time left before morning. What's to be done with this boy?” “Kill him!” growled Mat, spitefully. “Kill him!” “That sounds well, but how do you want it done? You are bossing this job, you”know.” “I am, hey? Well, I wonder! If you had kept your en- gagements with me I wouldn’t be in the fix I am now, and that’s right, too. A nice way things have turned out! Here I am with my head cracked and my chances with Lena Cran- ford all gone. Instead of being able to play the benefactor, the girl has not only slipped through my fingers and gone the deuce knows where, but her house is destroyed, and she looks upon me as the cause of all her troubles. Say, that’s all right, isn’t it—nit!” Mat did not seem to care a thing about the presence of Fred, who stood by the door still firm in the clutches of the two Huns. It was not a favorable sign. to kill him. The conversation turned in that direction now. “Well,” said Bat, “that’s something I can’t help, and it all came through Fred French, too. I’ve explained the trick he served me at the foundry. How could I know that he had got on to our scheme about Cranford’s? ‘When I found the dynamite didn’t explode, and you didn’t come, I had to choose between the two things. I thought you had given the job up. I wanted to know what was the matter at the shop, so I just ran down there to have a look, I didn’t think they would set the house on fire, and, anyhow, I didn’t mean to stay so long.” “Well, that’s all right, too,” snorted Mat. “It has cost me the girl, though, and came near costing me my life. That brings us back to where we started out. Fred French is re- sponsible for the whole ,business. What’s to be done with him? He must be made to pay for all this. What I want is It looked as though they meant Tevenge.” “Take it then!” cried Bat, showing his teeth like some wild animal, “Here we are alone in this hut. These two fellows would no more think of going back on you than they would of cutting off their right hands. Do with the boy just as you please, and when you are through we will throw his body over the rocks here, which will account for his death all right when it comes to be found.” It was a fiendish suggestion made by a fiend, and poor Fred gave himself up for lost. But Bat Goshinsky was not the only fiend in the hut that ,| night. Mat Markham was another. Maddened with drink and the desire for revenge, he sprang up from the stool upon which he had been sitting, and fast- ened his long, sinewy fingers about Fred’s throat. “Send these two fellows outside! Send them away!” he shouted. “I'll kill him! I'll kill him now!” It was no use to try to resist him, for Mat was the bigger always and the stronger, ates Ae ee Os sons : He as: Se

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me. FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. - *~ wildly, but all to no purpose. Mat’s breath came hot against | understand each other pretty well. Might as well be tonight — : - his face, his fingers tightened their grip about his throat. The}as any other time, I suppose.” . two Huns ordered out by Bat left the hut, and Bat himself} “It’s all settled,” said Mat, gloomily. “No use talking any — stood over the combatants with his revolver drawn, watching} more about it. What has to be has to be. I say four o’clock.” — . it all with as much interest as if it had been a prize-fight. “Four o’clock let it be, then. That will give you plenty of — os It was all over in a few moments. time to drive across country and get yourself out of the way. i 3 Worn out by his great exertions and a loss of sleep, Fred} You'll show yourself in Pittsburgh freely and come back just — ry could not stand up against Mat Markham. as soon as you receive the telegram. As for me, you needn’t a pe He collapsed all at once, and went down upon the floor,| worry. No one shall suspect me. I shall take care of myself — ” “where he lay like one dead. all right.” : “By gracious, you have finished him!” cried Bat. “And the body here?” muttered Mat, waving his hand at ; “That’s what I meant to do,” replied Mat, fiercely. “Is he} Fyoq, - dead?” “The Huns will take care of that. I’ll send them in sem ; “Guess he is,” replied Bat, bending down over the uncon-| ye. gave Fred a savage kick as he spoke, and left the hut, — scious boy, closely followed by Mat Markham, who by this time was so _ He thought so, but then Bat was halt drunk himself; in-| far gone that he found it rather difficult to walk. - deed Mat was the more sober of the two. The two Huns were not sitting on the rocks just we : “Yes, he’s dead,” he added. “Good enotigh! Mat Mark-| tne hut, as Bat had expected to find them. He had to hunt © _ ham, I’ve got you now!” for them, for the men, tired of waiting, had wandered away” “Got me! What do you mean?” cried the rene iron king;} ror some little distance. 4 ‘Starting back. : Bat whistled and called, and in a few moments they ¢ came : “What doI mean? Why, I mean what I say. You're a mur-} hurrying up. i 3 - + derer. I'm a witness, I may turn informer. Ha, ha, ha!” He spoke a few words to them in their own language, or y 29 . '. “Scoundrel!” cried: Mat, putting his hand behind him as his, Neola: not tell which, and then led the way down the "though to draw his revolver, and then his face turned pale.) o:5. aisappearing in the darkness, with the young iron king ‘ : Bat’s revolver was already drawn, and he toyed with it CORE Ae “Why don’t. you draw, my son?” he said. “Why don’t you oe. pa Bat Goshinsky told the two Huns the yendtun’ can 4 _ kill me, too?” éasily divine. It was simply to take Fred’s body and tumble it down over ie cliffs in front of the hut. This they went into the hut with the full intention of uae =. *You’ve pieked my pocket!” cried Mat. “You-wretch! You. have stolen my gun!” - “Of course. Do you think I want to be shot? Oh, no! I looked out’ for that. Come to terms, Mat! Come to terms, ing, but there was a very excellent reason why they conti _ my boy! You have run up against a bad man, and you'll find nat. rt it out, to0.”. When they came jnto the hut Fred was no longer there ; bee . Mat Markham was as white as a sheet as he dropped back} The instant the two villains departed Fred. scrambled” Mae on ‘his stool by the fire. his feet, softly opened the back window, and dropped ont. — He pattns his face in his hands for a‘moment, and then Carefully closing the window after him, he crouched down | paid: upon the rocks and waited until he heard the two Huns’ aa! thy power, Goshinsky! Fool that I was to put| iu. or ioe leoe What praee rat to do?” ” bate This was his chance, and he took it. Running around | the : _. “What you suggested that I should do for you the other| hut while the Huns were inside, Fred was on his way dow night!” hogan Bat, going close up to him, “and after it is} the mountain before the stupid fellows could fairly re: : De. declared off, and I am to be made| that the body they had been told to dispose of was no longer zi pe Works—see?” : there.” s = Now our young friend, Fred, the Foundry Boy, had passed , * through many exciting scenes during the last few days, , neat ~ A never in ali his life had he been so excited as he was now. : by ee lg ' And no wonder, ; i ney ; He had overheard the details of a most villainous plot—a x _ouaeren extn, * plot so wicked as to throw all the rest of Mat Markham’s plot- we: Roe ; tings into the shade. =~ eS aS. "mar wIcKED via. ey ; 5 Tom Daley was forgotten, Lena Cranford was forgotten. 3 |'Fred had a work to do, and he meant to do it if it cost | 3 t Goshinsky RS fie half an Nous in| his life; but the question which was worrying him now in one or two cong mean- a most important one-—was there time enough for him to: _ It was now after three o'clock, and four was aad han 8 for the evil deed. : ; dare to ‘breathe. then ee ati have $a in, tari sn a e Te | Still he could not hope to walk or run to Welby ; het foam Wish bo had left at te only hope was to f tener in git Solio aes eae! ba “ ¥

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FRED, THE Sapient BOY. 25 ‘The horse and buggy. was still standing where he had left} It was some little time before the ring was answered, and nd there was nobody in sight; but just as Fred was about|then a sleepy, half-dressed boy who did chores around the ‘to unhitch the horse three of the Pinkerton men sprang} place appeared. ty d the corner of the station. “a the leader, with his arm in a sling. ; “Ha! We've got you now!” he exclaimed. “I knew yon come! ~Hold on, there. We want you for a witness. The boy protested that Mr. Markham was sick in bed and ‘don’t get away from us just yet.” could not see anybody, but the detective settled the matter by Sakst- can: seizing him by the collar and forcing him to show them to ) “All depended upon the whim or good judgment of this man the room of the iron king. ne = They had left their team at the livery stable, and as the interfere with me, mister, for Heaven’s sake!” detective took care to lock the front door and put out the the boy. “Just listen to me! I’ve got something | }@!! gas, there was nothing to indicate their presence in the 'y important to tell.” house, , Mr. Siler, the leader of the Pinkerton party, happened| Mt. Markham was awake, and received them in bed in a ‘@ very reasonable man, and a very brave one, too. state of intense nervous excitement. As he flashed his lantern into Fred’s face he saw the ex-| “So it’s you again, Fred French!” he exclaimed. “Why sment under which he was laboring, and hastily drawing |@id you run away last night? I believed your story, and n to one side, he listened to all he had to say. would have stood by you. You made a great mistake.” ) “Ts it true? Can it be true?” he exclaimed. “Boy, if you| “No mistake at all!” exclaimed the detective, who had al- fooling me, beware!” : ready introduced himself, “Listen to this young man, Mr fot! I'm telling you the straight truth,” replied Fred.}Markham, and you will thank your stars that he did ran you don’t believe I am straight, go ask Detective Ropes/2Way. Summon all your fortitude, sir. The story Fred is Sees Obie: to. tak. He'll tell yon who and what I am.” about to tell isnot a-pled4sant one to hear.” ly for you and some other parties that’s just what} The old iron king turned deathly pale and feebly hela ot ee replied Mry Siler. “I’ve seen Ropes, and he’s| his withered hands. g along all right. He says you are a little brick, and} “It is about my son! I feel it—I know it. He wishes) me | he owes his life to you.” dead.” I dia my best, : and I'm trying to do it still, " replied Fred,} It was worse than that, however. t if you hold me here all Will be lost.” Mr, Markham hid his face and wept when Fred ceased to ‘not holding you here. I’m going with you,” said Mr. | speak. : “and wise of my men shall follow us right up in a| «go it has'come to this,” he said. “Mat would murder me. Well, I am not surprised. He is thoroughly bad. The law must take its course.” “He must be caught in the act,” said Mr. Siler, emphati- cally. “This is a serious matter. I cannot expect you to be- lieve Fred French unless you have absolute proof.” “You are right,” said Mr. Markham.’ “I shall get up and dress myself. I don’t care now whether I die or not. I un- derstand you, sir. I know your plan. It shall be as you wish.” “We must see Mr. Markham at once,” said the detective, pushing his way in, It was an immense relief t to Fred. © was ‘$0 overcome with excitement and fatigue that he on. would have fallen if Mr. Siler had not caught hold ave Lyracedtaenichetadt for inside of two he and Mr. Siler were whirling over the road, but met? ‘as the old question of time troubling Fred, for it was Certainly ol Face up, Fred,” sald the detective, to whom he baa BVO acsatont eed msl Wines oo aoos catty nassck tome, fided his f “Perhaps wershall pass them on the road."| "rn -spite of the tact that he had.actually been told by. the doctors that it was not likely he could live a week, he got up, dressed himself, and rendered the detective all the as- sistancé he could. ~ It was now four o’clock, but 9 antes had been heard of the road wagon yet. Fred and the detective both felt sure that Mat would never attempt to drive up to the door, and they were right. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed, and nothing had oc- curred yet. The lights were all out in the big mansion except the night lamp which always burned in Mr. Markham’s room, and that was turned down low. Wil 1 you'at mapt to fake them 3t you do?” asked Fred, anx- LaaAE woulk: epelt lk oils Your story. would ed. We must catch them in the very act.” tote and pull your hat over your . “Say yes as we pass them if it is.” ta i vot Lf 4 |) Presently the door ROR OS S ei Resoceingniy- ay Cro + {o, aae league amen vere heard on the stairs. AONE eat

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26 . FRED, THE FOUNDRY BOY. The outlines of a man’s figure could be seen in the bed. | They were out several weeks’ wages, and broken contracts ~ The head was buried deep among the soft pillows, and turned had been taken away from the region and sent elsewhere, _* away from the door, so fora long while the men only worked about half time. — _ The footsteps draw nearer and nearer. Everything came right in the end, though, and there has z Two figures came gliding into the room. been no trouble around Welby and Darlington since. Long ago Bat Goshinsky paid the penalty for his many crimes by a life sentence in the Western Penitentiary, where , Mat Markham was one, Bat Goshinsky the other. Mat softly closed the door behind him, and with a hurried glance at the bed turned his head away. Mat Markham kept him company for ten years. “T can’t do it, Bat! It’s no use!” he groaned. “Either you; Tom Daley was not much hurt, and soon recovered. De- do the job for me, or let it be given up.” tective Ropes’ recovery was more gradual, but he came out “You will do it, young fellow!” hissed Bat. “I’m not to oa right in the end. fooled with. Stop, Think! One blow with this knife makes | It was Bat who attacked him on the road, beating him inte te you heir to a million. Strike that blow or I'll put a ball, ipSensibility with a heavy club. through your head right here in this room!” Mr. Cranford rebuilt his house, and tried his best to make eres He thrust a long, glittering knife into Mat Markham’s hana, | Fred French accept a big reward, Mr, ais oaks of aati at the same time covering him with a revolver, and pushed , ‘tying the same thing. oa ee Mat seemed to nerve himself up to the striking point all at one, tor he suddenly leaned over the bed with the knite)*** Pride _ . vaised,.and was just about to strike the fatal blow when Bat; And why not? : gasped out: f | There was no difference in their stations or their wealth, _ AG. “Stop! Fooled! It’s only a dummy! ‘This ink dren, wiead” Mr. Cranford himself in his younger days had been only a “Yes, and its sprung!” cried a deep voice behind him. “Drop that revolver. Hands up, or you are a dead man!” _ It was Detective Siler holding a cocked revolver. He had _ stepped suddenly from behind a curtain, and at the same in- _ stant a closet door on the other side of the room was thrown _ open and old Moses Markham, supported by Fred, the Foundry tune. ; Boy, stepped out. ; = Last year Tom Daley was married to Fred’s sister. : vee “Arrest him!” he cried. “That's my son! Show him no! “etae ¥ Dora — | Daley was married to a respectable foundryman long ago. ms Fred all his wealth. - {his mother, his sister and his wife. Bt : 6 A To superintendent of the Welby works now, and sox ie % Then throwing Ain Aula aden Wrote nackte Sait: Bes Soe “ » and some “eth joe, : ag oF, “ton!” : fiat ra 3 tc Bn saat , pe ee sae Business is good, and Mr. French, the proprietor, is on 1 the 2; Ee ¥ yt i ; best of terms with all his workmen. ; “ . fi BOSONS - * ; trea = He treats them right, and they know it, and what they ike : <a : - 3 7 , 5 ; a! ey best of all about him is that he never holds himself above detective's threat he fired one shot and made a mad rush for cannot forget the days of the great strike when he was a foundry boy, and Fred was now the adopted son of Moses $3 Markham, who lived six years, and when he died he left Fred was now a millionaire, and lived in the big house with Some day Mr. Cranford will die and leave Lena another for- 2 , him toward the bed. Fred, however, would not accept a penny, but later Mr. Cranford rewarded the boy by giving him his only daughter — , The qenbine Bat Goshinsky did not escape when, defying the | them, but is ever ready to listen to their grievances, for. he : "the door, was because the three Pinkerton men were waiting | ing but Fred, the Foundry Boy. “a oe E Sie cont ox jee : : . = Next week's issue will contain “THE WHITE WORLD; on, s THE SLAVES OF SIBERIA.” By Howard Austin, : Port in which Mr. Dathan, of at se SPECIAL NOTICE—All ack numbers of this weekly oe j ieings: region oon aft | the following are in print: 1 to 25, 27, 29 to 26, 38 to 40, 42, ned 45 to 51, 53 to 60, 62, 64 to 69, 71 to 73, 75, 7 ho 6 ee _ * | 89, 91 to 94, 98 to 100, 102, 103, 105, 107 to 111, 116, 119, 123 reece ‘the 124 to 126, 182, 139, 140, 143, 163, 166, 174, 174, 178 to 181, 1s and seek ie an ag Ps 8 8 Hs 8 +247, 257, 265, 268, 272

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PLUCK AND LUCK. So8 oe te RS Sa RBA ee ek SE Tas A EEE SS ES ER SY TTT Et “Follow the bearer, as he has important news for you.” MAKE OR BREAK. Bishop. Jarvis crushed the note in his hand, thrust it in 5 his pocket and then glanced after the colored boy who e . By Horace Appleton. was leaving the saloon at the moment. . Apologizing to his friends, he followed the boy out, and » Some years ago Bishop Jarvis was one of the best known | he saw him walking rapidly in the direction of the bridge. » sporting men in the Southern land. He had many friends} The boy stopped in the middle of the bridge, looking and ‘some bitter enemies, and when misfortune overtook | carefully around as the man approached him, as if to note him on the race course, the latter crowed a good deal, but that no one could overhear them. not in his hearing, as he was known to be a dead shot, | The boy said in familiar tones: “I hope you did not _ while he neyer forgot an insult or.an injury. x know me, sir?” » He was a widower of forty at the time when misfortune} The man recognized the voice on the instant, and he "Was getiing the best of him, and the only one in the world | stared at the black face in surprise as he inquired: ») that he had to care for was his daughter, Flora, a young} “Why, Pete, you rascal, what do you mean by blacking ) girl of sixteen, who was attending a boarding school near | yourself up as a nigger?” ‘the city of Nashville, Tennessee. “T blacked myself up, sir, because I didn’t want any one A few years before Bishop Jarvis had a splendid lot of | to recognize me. Did you see Simpson this evening?” "race horses, and he was very successful with them for aj “Yes; he was with me a while ago to tell me that Black- ‘time; but when luck went against him he lost heavily, and | bird has gone lame.” Ped his horses until only two were left. “Didn’t he tell you any other bad news, sir?” “What in thunder other bad news could he tell me?” “Perhaps he doesn’t know it, sir, but I can tell you that Jackson has been bribed and sent away North this even- ing so that he can’t ride 'Trojan for you to-morrow. There is a conspiracy against you, Mr. Jarvis, and Mr. Hiram Young is responsible for it.” “Jackson gone North! If it is true I am ruined, as no one else can ride Trojan.” “It is true, sir,” rejoined Pete Gray, “but I think some- body else can ride Trojan to win for you to-morrow.” : “Who can do it?” don’t think that, sir, as the bay horse is in splendid} “I will try it, sir, if you will trust me,” form to-night, and he is fit to run for a fortune.” “You ride Trojan? Why, you haven’t strength enough “Then he will have to run for a fortune, as I will take | to guide him around the track, you poor little critter, and © the odds against him for all I can raise. Look out for| I never knew you could ride.” ; SOr Sie gss tak dies Xt fail me, as he is the only; Pete Gray was a poor white boy whom Bishop Jarvis > we can depend on to ride Trojan.” had picked up in New Orleans three years before. The Jackson spoken of was a clever little negro who had; “Tell me what you know about this plot, and let me “heen riding for Bishop Jarvis for the past two years, and | know if Simpson, the trainer, is in it also.” Who was the only one who was supposed to be able to! “Simpson is not in it, sir. I found out all about it an Peart om were good ones, however, and they were both en- » tered for important races which were to come off at Nash- ‘ville on the following day. the night before the races, while he was walking ugh the square in Nashville, his trainer came to him an excited state, saying: “Hang the ‘Tuck! I wouldn’t be surprised if Trojan = a % _ ¥ Trojan in the great race to take place to-morrow. | hour ago down at Smoky Hollow, and I am certain that > On entering the saloon, which was the resort of gam-' Jackson is now on the way to Louisville with a thousand »blers and others of the racing fraternity, Bishop Jarvis} dollars in his pocket, given him by Mr. Hiram Young. nd that they were already acquainted with the fact that : It was his son who put up the job with Jackson, and who [ ckbird had fallen lame, while they offered large bets | is to ride their gray horse Broncho to-morrow. They were .f t his other horse at long odds. | -afraid of Trojan with Jackson on him.” ~~ One rian who had been his rival for some time, and who| “Did you ever ride the horse, boy?” called Hiram Young, went so far as to offer fifteen to} “Several ti sir, and I am almost certain that I can wainst ‘Projan in a yery bantering manner. win with him if I can keep him to his work at the close of jram Young had reason to hate Bishop Jarvis, as they | the second mile.” een engaged in a quarrel three years before, when} “You have not the strength to manage the horse if he ived a wound in his left leg which lamed him sulks in the last of the race, and I dare not trust you.” he was known to vow he would follow up his; The delicate lad before him grasped his hand, and the ide beggar of him. Wes {man could see tears glistening in his eyes, as he said: Bishop Jarvis liad already wagered heavily on Trojan, “Oh, Mr. Jarvis, you were always good to me, and 0 nd but he had still ton thousand dollars was your little lady of a daughter. Trust me to ride the : seket, which he hesitated to risk unti] spurred on , horse, and I will win for you or die. It is better to trust mts of his rival, =< * co _|to me than to a stranger, as you may depend on me to the had bet his last dollar and while he was talk-| death, while any stranger may be bought up by your enemy, ing words:!” "I have heard it, my boy. Hiram Young hss been fel as you may have heard.” — :

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fering me up for some time, and he is now trying to give ' me a final blow.’ But I will trust to you and defy him, You shall ride Trojan to-morrow, and if you win for me 1 will grant you any favor you may ask for years to come. - Great was the excitement at the race course when it was announced that Bishop Jarvis was left in the lurch on account of his black rider running away, and that he could not find any one to ride the tricky Trojan. The desperate man then blamed himself for not having retained his money until that moment, as still greater odds were offered against his horse, and he turned away . to his stable as he muttered aloud: “Hang it all, if I had only kept my money until now - T could have taken the great odds offered, and I stand just the same chance to win.” At that moment some one tapped him on the shoulder and Pete Gray whispered to him in subdued tones, saying: . ~ 4Exeuse me, Mr. Jarvis, but I have some money I saved, and I would be only too glad to loan it to you to bet on the horse,” and as the boy spoke he shoved an envelope - Gmto his master’s hand and then ran away into, the stable ~_ * to dress for the race. es _. When Bishop Jarvis counted the money he was sar _ prised to find over two thousand dollars in banknotes, and he muttered to himself, saying: Es __» “How in the mischief could the boy have made so much? _ © Tehould be ashamed of myself for taking it from him, but ere > gaanaiilg whispers to me’to trust to him, and it will be make or break for us all.” ‘When the pale-faced boy rode out on the horse soon after bets of fo ‘orty to one were offered, against him, and _ Bishop Jarvis risked the money given to him by the _-young fellow at the odds thus offered. they went in a bunch, with Trojan in the rear. ‘They aa pretty well together for the first mile, the ew boy still keeping Trojan in the rear and reserving all his strength for a grand effort at the end of the strug- \ gle. ‘Then Ped went cut out the pace as his rider took him to the fron P tpl ‘care wikiteldilés mile of the finishing post. Pete Gray then pushed Trojan along for the first time, sb aks wore'ber tat bi) s ag he said to himself: “Now it is make or brea with me, and Pil win the Tace for dear Flora’s sake.” in “answered well to the call n e on him, and flew past the other four horses wad up to Bron- Somat of joy and rage burst out from the spec- b Shat they would lose their money “for -abotk dashes of a mile, in the wee ae on srk a furi- PLUOK AND LUCK. 'was removed to Florida by his good friends. _. The horses came together for a splendid start, and away him along at a rattling gait “until all without, success. , when Hiram Young sank. | delighted to note that the warts were disappearing, _ ward over his neck as if to push him on, as he yelled into + his ear: fs “Go it, good Trojan, and we will win the race or die in the trying!” vd There was one wild rush for the winning post, a tre- ~ mendous shout burst from the spectators, and then-the — two horses dashed in very close together, but Trojan was — a full neck in advance as they swept by the judges’ stand. | Pete Gray staggered to the scales supported by Bishop Jarvis, who pressed his hand as he whispered to him: “My brave boy, you have made me to-day, and I will never forget you for it!” The delicate boy had scarcely retired from the scala re and he was staggering across the track, when a young. girl. sprang at him and flung her arms around his neck, erying? s a You dear, good fellow, I knew you would not lose the race.’ Pete Gray attempted to grasp the young lady’s nade a but he’staggered and fell heavily to the ground with the © blood gushing from his mouth and nose. . The brave fellow had burst a blood vessel. The bert: doctors in the city were employ ed to wait on him and Flora Jarvis insisted on nursing him herself in her mane ie “4 frouse. Pete Gray lived for some months, struggling betwoant life and death, and when he did gain a little strength he Bishop Jarvis sold his horses and gave up racing whea :, he removed to Florida, where he settled with his daughters and Pete Gray on an orange plantation, a! The delicate lad grew stronger day by day in the plea ant Southern home, and when he was a little over twenty- one he married the daughter of the man whose fiesta 3 he-had made in that desperate race. —— + elo ie German, scientists have made a rather cetaceans ais: covery iy relation to the cure of common warts. By pees ; of various experiments the X-ray was finally resorted to and the patients were scon cured of the unpleasant , growths. Further experin-ents made it clear that it was the X-ray alone that cured the warts—that is, that caused them to. entirely disappear. A very attractive young woman was nearly heartbroken over the fact that numer 2 ous warts appeared upon both hands, especially around the knuckles, She tried scores of so-called “cures,’ ancient “voodoo” methods to modern acids and the knife, In some instances the warts would be greatly reduced, some of them nearly disappeared, asy the knife, but they all speedily grew ouf‘again.. The-yo lady appealed to a noted German scientist at just a the ee it was believed the X-ray had a destroying upon warts. He did not dare use drastic measures, cause the warts were about the finger joints and mig sult in deforming the hand. He tried the X-ray and : Tom . shoes a bags remarkable feature was that he used ear fic per we the warts

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MAGIC COINER. A maystifyin and amusing tric Tin blanks are placed unden the Httle tin cup and apparently coined into dimes. A real money- -maker, BIR, Ww. THE FOUNTAIN RING. A handsome ring connected with a rubber ball which is concealed in the palm of the hand. A gentle squeeze forces water or cologne in the face of the victim while he is e it. The ball can be in- stantly filled by immersing ring in water same as a fountain pen filler. Price by mail, postpaid, 12c. each. H. & LANG, 115 Centre St., B’klyn, N. ¥. ITCH POWDER. Gee whiz! What fun you can have with this stuff. Moisten the tip of your finger, tap it on the contents of the box, and a little bit will stick. Then shake hands with your friend, or drop a speck down his back. In a minute he will : P > feel as if he had the wit Ss. . > © SOLID-BREECH ve accuracy by expert gunsmiths. from the breech. “JAPANESE WATER FLOWERS Without exception, ‘the most beautiful and in- teresting things on the market. They coneist of a dozen 4dried-up sprigs, neatly encased in handsomely decorat- ed envelopes, just as they are imported from Japan. Pidce one sprig in a bowl of water, ™ and it begins to exudes various bright tints. Then it slowly opens our into vaiious shapes of exquisite flowers. They } are of al) colors of the rainbow. It is very Beit ep to watch them take form. “ 56 | Small size, large size, 10 j price 5 cents; cents a package, by mail, postpal M, V. GALLIGAN, 419, W. 56th St., N. ¥. POCKET FLASH LIGHT SQUIRT. Made of decorated en- ameled metal, represent- ing an exact flash pocket lighter; by pressing a but- ton instead of the bull's eye, an clectrically light- eds up stream of water fs ejected into the facetof the spectator; an entirely new and amusing novelty. a. 62a ‘St., New York City. | Price, Soc., postpal Cc. BEHR, 150 W. THE PHANTOM FINGER. As tirese fingers are cast in moulds in which a person's fin- ! gers have been encased, they are a lifelike model of the same. The | finger can be made to pass| through a person's hat or coat ithout injury to the hat or gar- / ment. It appears to be your own | finger. A perfect illusion. Price, 15e.; 2 for 25e., paid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N.-¥. SAA ee ee ae ee GOOD LUCK CUN FOS ‘The real western article, carried by the cowboys. It is made of fine leather, with a highly nickeled buckle. The holster con- tains a metal gun, of the same pattern as those used by all the most famous scouts, Any boy wearing one of these fobs will at- tract attention. [t will give him an air of western and most serviceable watch fob ever made. Send for ‘one to-day. Price 20 cents each by mail postpaid. M, V. GALLIGAN, 419 W. 56th St., N. ¥ it FAMMERLESS Sure Safe Shooting for Mah or Soy—And a Simple Rifle to Care For The Remington- UMC .22 Rereater is rifled, sighted and tested for 4 It shoots as you hold. proved safety #evice on every Resnington-UMC ..22 repeater never fails to work. Accidental discharge is impossible. 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MYSTERIOUS SKULL, Shines in the dark. The most frightful ghost ever shown. A more startling effect could not be found... Not ouly will it. afford tremendous amusement, but it is guaranteed to scare away bur- giars, bill collectors, and beok agents. It cannot get out of order and.can be used repeatedly, Price, 4x5 inches, 1éc.; by mail. H, F. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. ¥. CACHOO OR SNEEZING POWDER. The greatest fun-maker cf “chem all. A small ameunt of this powder, when blewn | in @ reem, will caure everyene to sneeze penis et anyone knowing where comes from. It fs very light, witli feat in the air fer some time, and penetrate every neck and cerner ef a reem. It is perfecttly harm- less. Cachee is put up in bottles, and sne bettie contains enovgh to be used from 10 te | 15 times. Price, by madl, 16e. each; 3 for 25a, WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y. ———————— JUMPING JACK PENCIL, am This pencil is made up in handsome style and Evie @ card from an ordinary pack P of cards, you then produce @ small handsome box made to imitate pebbled leather, which anyone may examine as closely as they will. You now ask one of the two who have se- lected cards to place his or her card imside the box, which being done, the lid is shut, and the box placed on the table, You then » state that you wil! cause the cards to Gisap- pear and upon opening the bex the has vanished and the bex found empty. The other card is now placed in the box; the lid is again closed and when the box is opened the first card appears as strangely as it went. Other tricks can be performed in various ways. You may cause several cards to disappear after they are placed in the box, and then can cause them all to appear at once. ‘ou coe | tear a card up, place ft in the box, and lifting the cover it will be found whole and Place it on a desk, . your audience to each select entire. In fact, nearly every trick of ape 4 ; ance and disappearance can be done with the ne on ox. Full printed whic anyone can tricks, sent with each box, nae Price, 20c. by mail, postpaid. __ A zt 3 r eT . E

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PLUCK AND LUOK. 3 oe PLUCK AND LUCK An execution in Siam is an extraordinary business, ac- iS cording to a correspondent of the Chronique Medicale. a | Phe doomed. man, awakened at dawn, is led in chains to the temple, where candles are lit around him. He is exhorted to think of nothing, to disassociate his mind from mun- dane’ affairs and is given the best meal of his life, the menu being carefully chosen according to the social status of the criminal. There are two executioners. One is hidden in some brushyood, while the other, dressed ‘in vivid red, conducts the criminal to the place of sacrifice, bidding him be seated on banana leaves, “in ‘order to be entirely separated from earth.” The condemned man ig then put into position, awaiting the axe. Earth is put in his ears. For two hours or more nothing happens. Siamese law demands that the criminal bow his head vol- untarily to the axe. This he does finally from sheer ex- sa and immediately headsman No. 2 rushes from his hiding place and does the rest. The executioners are BRIEF, BUT POINTED. then sprayed with holy water and othetwise purified from ———aaaaoaaoaoaoaoaoaooooo——=—— contact with the victim’s soul. NEW YORK, JANUARY .29, 1913. SUBSCRIBERS TERMS TO m3 are at your Boe cash. en sending silver ag aie to avoid cutting the envel- address plainly, Address letters to Frank Tousey, Publisher t 168 West 23d St., N. Y. ~The river Orinoco, in South America, has more tribu- * taries than any other river. The total number is put at Eee aie __SOKES AND JESS. NES © wherein teradise OE IDs orkeliin att presented in| ~~ See ers 8 een mies! See is Savefally preserved ‘How would you classify a telephone girl?” asked the Bin the Smithsonian Institution st Washington. old fogy. “Is hers a business or a profession?” “Neither,” a - = replied the boob. “It is a calling.” Bet. ; hoes may be made waterproof ; - obe soles of boots and s 3 te Mrs. Knicker-—Did you tell your husband you needed ra i ed linseed oil. This should not reach the furs ? Mrs. Bocker—Yes; he said he couldn’t afford any- ing a ane Bagans heme aiaare thing: but the skin of a Welsh rabbit. 3a . postage on letters and advertising matter sent Old Jones—Can yon give my daughter the luxuries to from this country to Colombia is so common that a busi-| which she has been accustomed? Cholly (engaged)—Not aS in Bogota declares he has been obliged, in a much longer. That’s why I want to get married. ‘single ly sixty dollars on such underpaid agg oe aint Mrs. Muggins—I hear your husband is quite versatile. ee . Mrs. Buggins—Why, he can actually stay out late every aa "The consumption of cigarettes in Germany has in- night in the week and not give the same excuse twice. --Husband—I won't say marriage is a failure, but some = ralue- i oked last year was $60,000,000. Say of avmpaes? re ae 4 300 a year. Restricted | are more fortunate in what they get than others. Wife— ATi 2 ? You are quite right, dear ; for instance, you got me, but I— | latin is pending peony you ae Fer ees f Canaries is the : : 3: ic = peta aed the rain che 2 on PS ON mL must reckon with the tillers of the soil,” exclaimed ip glowds which oe abo ut them whi = ; - tes the Jeayes,| the political orator, “What are the farmers going to do es; sending sees Naa 5 \ the cisterns | this year?’ “The summer boarders, as usual,” replied a 9 aa ae th a tis ea fi em-alwaya full of water. voice from the outskirts of the crowd. ‘The kindly old lady from the country had purchased a pair of gloves in a department store. “Cash!” shouted the saleslady. “My land!” exclaimed the old lady, fum- bling in her valise, “I'll give it to you just as soon as I find my pocketbook.” — The Jolly Fellow (to the man above, who has been dragged from his bed by the wild ringing of his front-door n¢ Ae ee ee open. aoa ects to be| Gown—Thanks, awfully, old man. Which one is it e 1 [Sly Fellow ana yous your ead ont of. ‘Tai oh

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