The Knowlhurst mystery; or, The strange adventures of Leslie Norton

The Knowlhurst mystery; or, The strange adventures of Leslie Norton

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"Bang!" The mortar was fired. The line hummed as it unreeled itse lf from the wheel or, shore. A loud cheer from aboard the Lone Star told that the shot line had reached the wreck.


B E LD .fl Diffe re n t Complete St o ry Every Week I s su e d Weellly, By Subscription $ per year. Entered accordtizg to Act of Congress in the year 1qo3, in tlt4 Office of the Librc 1 1an of Congress, fVashinlftOn, D. C:.: STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. N o. f3. NEW YORK, March 21, 1903. Price Fi ve Cents. THI: K OWLHURST MYSTt:RY: O R The Stra ngeof Leslie Norton. By FRANK SHERIDAN. CHAPTER I. LESLIE. NORTON, "I tell yer ye'vf got a Jonah aboard. If ever a vess e l was doom e d it is this 'ere ship." "You ,miserable old hunk, what are you always croaking so for?" "'Cause I sees farther than most." "Then I'd shut my eyes if I w e re you, for you never see any good." "It's a lie!" "A lie is it? I'll make you swallow your words before we reach our dock. "You will, eh?" I will." The two men stood facing each other with anger depicted in unmistakable fashion on their features. They were both dressed in the ordinary garb of m e n before the mast; in fact, they were seamen on board the good steamship Lone Star, bound from Galveston to New York, with freight and passengers. The men glared angrily at each other, and it really did seem that they would come to blows, when the quartermaster ap proached, puffing and snorting like a grampus. If ever a ny one was out of place on board shi)) it was Quartermaster Nelson. He was about five feet two inches in height, and his diam eter must have been very nearly as much, for he was the stoutest man that eve r trod a dt!ck. Every exertion caused him to puff and blow, and for some mo ments he was unable to speak. ''\hat-are-you-rowing-about?" he asked, pausing between each word to get his breath. "Dan here will have it we've got a Jonah aboard.'! "And he s right," said the quartermaste r. The seaman put his hand to hi s cap and saluted his superior. "If you say so it mus t be r igh t." "Of course it's right. Didn't know that old Myers, the stoker, was called Jonah?" and the quartermaster chuckled as thou g h he had given utterance to an extraordinary good joke. The quartermaste r walked along the d eck, and was about de scending to the saloon deck, when he caught sight of a youth, one of the passengers, leaning over the bulwark and looking the very picture of misery. "Sick!" muttere d the officer, still standing and watching the youth. Nelson had taken quite a fancy to the young passenger, and wh e never he had a few minutes to spare he liked to talk to him. "Hello, young sir! what thoughts trouble you just now?" The l a d looked up. His face was sad, but the brightness of his eyes proved that joy, instead of sorrow, was more natural to him I was thinking. sir, that it would be better if I were down there"-pointing to the water. "\ater is all very well in its way, but when it gets through soak ing a m a n he i sn t must good." "I don't want to be muclil good; I want .to die."


BRAVE AND BOLD. "You-want-to-die? I am ashamed of you; there is a great future before you." I s there, sir?" "Of course. L et me see, you lik e politics; well, I wouldn't wonder if you were President of the United States some tlay. How old are you?" "Seventee n sir." "Ever d one any busin ess?" "No, sir; only just left sc h oo l." "\ii/hat was your preference?" "The law, Mr. elson "Bad, very Do you think so 'i'" Su re of it. Ask your friend s." I ha v e not a friend in the whole world, sir." "\il/h-a-a-t ?" "It i s true, Mr. Nelson. I h ave n o t got a friend." "\Vh e r e are you going then and w hat are you going to do?" "To m y uncle, s ir ." "Isn't he a fri e nd?" "I d on't know, si r. I don t eve n kn o w whet11e r h e will re ceive m e." "The --" the quartermas te r mumbled some w ord, but what it was the young man did not hear. "I will tell you my story, sir, if I may ." "Do so, my lad; it may ease your h eart a bit." "My father, s i r, was a lawy er--" "Ah!" "And w e all th o ught a very successful o ne. We lived about a mile out of the city--" "What city?" "Galveston." "Oh! G o ahead." "Well, s ir, father one night was coming home; he h a d be e n to an auction sal e and h ad a lar ge sum of m one y in hi s p ockets H e was turning a corner, when a man leaped out o f the shadow o f a tree and s houted: 'Han d up.' My father was as quick as lightn i ng and he r a i s e d his gun at the sa me time. Two shot s were fir ed, and one man fell, but it wasn't father. T h e n father went to the coroner, and told him whe re h e would find th e body. Of cour se, th ey didn't do anything to fat h er, but a few da ys after so me pals of the m a n who was killed laid in wait and killed my father, just out of r evenge'. Oh, si r it was awful, to see h ow my poor m ot h e r suffered. We-there was o nly moth e r and Iwept un til we couldn't c ry any l onger. I sha ll n eve r forget it. "Mother found that father left on l y a small s um of money and after the fun e al expenses were paid her income was a very m e ager one ; but s he did not tell me until-until-just before s he died." The you t h gulped down a lump which would r ise in his throat, and ther" was a markeu m oisture in hi s eyes "She kept me at school and I did n o t know h o w many th ings she had to go without, how many sac rifice s s he had to make; but, poor dear, the fever caine, an d a m onrh ago-she-she_:__died." "Your greatest io ss, murmured the kindhearted qua;termaster. "Just b efo re she died s he b egged me to p romise I would go to my father s broth e r, Peter Norton, who liv es n ear New York C-:ity. I wrote him, but h e did not reply. He never forgave my fath er for m arry ing m y m othe r-she was nam e d Annie L es lie. That is where I get my first name from. I a m L esl i e Norton." "Are you sure y o u h aye your uncle' s r ight add re ss?" "No, s ir." "How do you think you can find him?" I s hall look in a directory, and if I do not find his name I s hall go to all t he florists-wholesa le, I mean--" "'vV as he a florist?" "An amateur one He devot e d all his life-as my mother told me, to orchids and other flowers. He h as one ambition, and that is to rai se a black tulip ." The quartermaster was again called away. The conversation was not continuous, but h a d occurred in the inte;vals between kv rbrker than ever. Not a glimmer of light could be see n anywhere. 11 : :v. :-., pa;s e d o n, a nd s till the fog did n o t rise. .. ""' ing gear h a d brok e n, and the vessel was at the mercy of the waves. Not o ne of the pa sse ngers r ea lized the danger they were in.


... BRAVE AND BOLD. 3 The captain called all the passengers into the saloon. "My friends, I should be remiss in my duty if I did not tell you that only the slightest chance of weathering the storm exists." "You don't m ea n it!" "Unfortunately, it is the truth. I have hopes that the fog m ay rise and then we could better tell what to do." "Why don't you lower the boats?" asked one. "Yes, I insist! It is your duty, captain," added another. "My duty sir! And who are you, to tell me what my duty is? I have not ordered the boats to be lowered, neither shall I!" He spoke slowly, and with very positive emphasis. "I do not say we shall not pul.l through, but the crisis is serious. To lower the boats would be suicidal. Not a boat could live a n hour in such a sea. If we have to be drowned, it would be far better to risk our lives on a big steamer, with a chance of escape, than to go out in a boat, to die in half an hour." "Captain, you are want ed on deck." It was Leslie who con veyed the message, and his face proved that he knew more of the danger than those who had obeyed the captain s call. "What is it, sir?" "We are aground." The steamer creak e d and groaned like a leviathan ih di st r ess. Once it seemed that her back must b e broken, such a terrible thud and groaning was heard. The captain h a d loaded his signal-gun, and the heavy boom shook the. vessel from ste m to stern. A few m inutes later another gun was fired, but there was no resp o nse. The steamer was aground, and was creaking and straining its timbers in an endeavor to get loose A rockt.>t was fir e d, and as it circled its way through the air it was acc ompa ni ed by th e pra yers of every one on board. "Hurrah! Hurrah!" The cheers were evoked liy the sight in the of a light. / The captn the signal came that the h awser was secured, the breeches buoy was haulrd to th e ship. "Now, ladies, you go first," said the captain, gallantly, address ing the o nly two females on board. T h e r ope was taut vyhen the car started, but the sea was treach erous, and in a m a m e n t the life-car was sunk beneath the waves, from which the cnes of i ts occupants could be pla inly heard. A gai n i t was swung in t h e air, with a suddenness \Yhich tested th e hawser to its utm ost The car swung back and forth, and danced up and down like a thing of life p ossesse d wit h the very spiri t of diabolism. But the h u ndred and yards between the ship and the sh e re were soon trave r sed, and the liberated ladies placed upon dry l a nd. The captain was the last to leave the steamer. The lifesave rs pack e d their apparatus and returned to their stations. The passengen> and crew were taken care of by the ke epe r of No. 5, their cloth es dried, and their inner wants suppli ed. It was morning before the last h ad b een rescued, and yet the fog hung like a h e avy pall ove r all. The c aptai n had brought away his log-book, and sa t with it on his knee, while the wh i te, curling smoke of a gcod cigar, which he knew h ad come fr om Cuba, wended its way up to the painted rafters of the lifesavi ng station-room. A sud den exclamation, followed by the dropping of the log book to the floor, and t h e burning of his mouth w ith his cigar, for he had put the wrong end into his mou th, m ade every one in t he station wonder what fit of mental aberration had overtaker. the skipper. "Any one seen young Leslie Norton?" he asked. Had an earthquake sh ake n th e buiiding to it s foundatio ns, or a bomb of dynamite ttn ex p ecte dly exploded, tlle excHe ment could not have been greater. No one rem e mb e red seeing Lesli e The captain asked t he keeper of the .station how many had been saved. The answer was one short of the number known to have been on board.


4 BRA VE AND BOLD. Leslie must be on board the ill-fated steamer still. Alive? That seemed sc.ircely probable, for if he were alive he would have wanted to be saved. But, if not alive, how did he come by his death? The crew of the Lone Star talked the matter over with the life saYers and it was resolved to launch the lifeboat and try to reach the ship. Brave men those life-savers are. They think nothing o f per sonal safety; they live to save and rescue oth e rs. With a "Yo, heave 0 !" the lif eboat was pushed into the water. The crew spran;s in, and gra.;;ped their oars. "Yo, heave 0 Merrily 0 !" The boat was halfway to the s hip, when a wave struck it and rolled it over. But it was self-righting, and, beyond a wetting, the men were uninjured. At last with a s hout of triumph, Captain Carpenter swung him self up the chains to the dec k of the Lone Star. As he did so, a ray of sunshine burst through the thick fog cloud, and, like magic, the heavy pall was iifted,. and the glorious sunshine spread itself over sea and land. The wind quieted down. A lull s e ttled over all, and the life-savers, having secured their boat, swarmed to the deck of the disabled steamer .. They searched the deck thoroughly, but found no trace of Les lie Norton. They descend e d to the lower deck; the water had left its mark on everything; the tossing of the ship had smashed the furniture of the saloon, broken the glass in the bar, and created piles of debris on every s ide. The men m o ved about with caution, peered into every state room, look e d under tables, s earch e d e verywher e but no sign of a living creature manifested it s elf, save o nly o nce, when a huge rat ran out of the deserted bar and tried 'to escape. Down in th e h o ld th e same disord e r and confusion reigned. For hours t h e lif e-s av e r s searche d, but no Leslie Norton could be found, either dead or alive. "Let us clear away s ome of thi s d e bris suggested a life-saver, as he pointed with his toe to a heap of rubbish close to the bar. Broken chairs beer b o t tles, ornam e nts aud almost every con ceivable thing in the n e ighborh oo d of th e bar had been piled by tossing of the s hip in diso rderly order, if such a paradoxical expression is pardona ble. The men 'cut their hands with broken glass, but they did not care; they worked willingly and cheerfully, and when they found a Tam O'Shanter cap, which Le s lie had w o rn, they were a ni mated by a hope tha t dae youtJJ him s elf was beneath the debris, and perhaps still alive. Hour after hour they worked, until nature began to assert itself, and certain demands were made by their -stomachs. From early morning to nearly sunset they had toiled without food. The search was ended. No Leslie Norton could be found, and the men returned to the shore, asking them s elves the questions: "What can have become of him?" ".Where is Leslie Norton?" If he had been wa shed overboard, his body would have been thrown up on the beach between the two life-saving stations but although the be a ch had been patrolled, nobody had been found. It \Vas a CHAPTER III. KNOWLHURST. About a mile from the main road, at the end of a lane which led nowhere else, stood a strange-looking, old-fashioned house. The house was iarge and roomy; the upper floors were supported on roughly-hewn oak beams, which had never been cov ered, but had acquired a beauty of their very age. The outer door was of oak-not the highly-polished, paneled and molded oak doors which we admire so much in these modern day s but solid slabs of wood, four inches thick, studded in v;rious places with heavy nails. As the door opened, a large hall, big enough for a horse to exercise in, was discovered. At the side of the hall, opposite the door, was the chilnney and fireplace, almost as large as a modern room. Above the high arch which domed the fireplace was a crane, from which had suspended many a sheep and pig in days gone by, when the owners of the house loved to have the meat roasted in front of a good wood fire. By the side of the andirons were boxes, which served as seats, and in which salt, and other things needing warmth, were kept. The rooms opened out from either side of the hall, and were large and lofty. In one of the rooms there was much to attract the attention of a stranger. A bo o kcase of Spanish mahogany, almost black with age, was built in the wall on one side, and close to it a desk, also a fixture; but the desk was inclosed by glass, and the stranger who wondered why such care should be taken in it had only to look through the gla ss, and he would see two pieces of paper-the one old blue foolscap, on which a few lines were writtep, and then crnssed out, and the other more modern, on which was written the inscription: "This desk ha s never been us e d since his excellency, General George Washington, wrote his celebrated orders before the battle of Princeton.'' I Then the stranger's eyes would revert back to the old blue sheet, and they would recognize the wntmg as that of the immortal washinglon, and see that the lines were the first draft of his orders. In a high-backed mahogany chair, which most probably was one used by Washington, sat an old man. His hair wa s whit e as snow, his beard long, reaching nearly to his and just as white. The man sto o d up. There was a majesty about him which harmonized with the room. He wa s tall and, his body as straight as a soldier's, and as he looked around the room, his eyes flashed with all the brightnes s of twenty years, instead of the three score and ten winten. he had lived. "'Tis strange,'' he muttered, "how the coming of that boy af fects me. I love the young, but they iove me not. but for him my love is more tha n for all others besides. It seems strange that after all these years he should come to me. What will he be like? Will he resemble his father or--" The old man paused. "I'm not angry now. Why should I be? She made him a good wife, and, if he was satisfied, why should I complain? Let me see, it must be twenty years since he defied me and left with pretty Annie Leslie. Twenty years! And he was then but twenty years old. I felt quite aged beside him. I was fifty, he but twenty. Strange family, ours! My father, his father; my mother


BR AVE AND BOLD. ) -Heaven rest her-how different to his mother; the same father, but d ifferent mothers. I am getting garrulous! Am I getting old? I suppo e so." Old Peter Norton walked around the room not noticing any thing, but deep in t h ought. He had received a letter telling him that his n ephew, Leslie Norton, was now homel ess, an orphan, and that, in obedience to a promi se made to his dying mother, was coming North to s e e his uncle. That was three day ago, and the ecr e t had b e en kept from the othe r members of hi s family. Other members? Yes, for merry laughter often resound e d among the rafters of Knowlhurs t and young p e ople often danced to the mu sic of a modern piano in ano th e r room Peter Norton had never marrie d and in his old age had longed for the magnet i c plea s ures. whic h youth bring;; to a house. He had ado pted a neph e w, the only child of h is ow n siste r and a niece, the nly child of a halfs i s ter. 'We h ave learn e d fr o m hi s soliloquy th a t Peter's father had married twice. His first wife lived to s ee Peter and Su an grow up until they were in their teen and th e econd wife was mother to two chil dren, a son, who became th e father o f our my terious hero, Le s lie, and a daughter. who married a New Englander named Loring. ::'lloore Burnett wa eightee n and Eleanor Loring sixteen at the time our story open s Madam Dupont, a French lady of unquestionable probity, acted as hou s ekeeper, and a very p lea sant chap e ron for Eleanor. P eter Nbrt on h:id he s itated tell ing hi s hou&ehold about the expected arrival of another nephew. Had he any s u s picion that )foore, who was a jealous youth, would object? Perhaps so. But, as the time drew near for the arrival of Leslie, he felt i t would be unjust to all if the fact r emai n ed longer a secret. It wa s but s eldom that the old reclu s e dined with the family, but on thi day he sent word th a t he w o uld partake of the even ing dinner with th em. The din i ng-room wa s p e culiar, at lea s t for thi s country, for its walls were covered with paneled oak, and every panel loo ked as though it might be a door to a secret chamber. A few old paintings, principally hunting scenes, .hung on the oaken wall s Peter 1 orton Jived well. He was r eputed to be rich, and cer tainly his family ne v er needed to practice economy. for its wan t s were always anticipated, and the luxuries were greater than any a nti cipated. T h e dinn e r. not a modern five pr six-course one, but a n old fashioned, three-course affair-soup, joint a nd pastry-was nearly ove r before Peter s p oke of the news h e had to tell. '"You young peop l e must be lonely omet im es, he said, looking at Elean o r as he "'No, sir; you never allow that," an wered Moore. "But I am thinking of mcreasing my family." '"Not by getting married, I hope, sir?" exclaimed Moore Burnett almost excitedly. E leanor got up from her s eat, and threw her arms around the old m ans neck, whispering in hi ear: "Not to Madam Dupont, is it ? She would make you so happy!" ''You silly goose! No, children I am not going to make an old fool o f my self-I am not going to get married." I s hould think not," ad.ded Madam Dupont, who had not heard I Eleanor's whi s per, and who had such a good p os1t1on that' she was not in favor of surrend ering it to a mistress "No; b u t yo u have heard of you r Uncle Paul?" "Th e one who married beneat h him," added :Moore, almost vindictively. '"Th e o n e who marri e d a g oo d woman, who 11,1ade him an ex cellent wife. He is d ead-killed by an assas sin-and his wife is d e ad, also--" "Any children, s ir ? ''Ye l\ioore, o ne, n o w o n the way here." 'Oh. you dear, kind, old uncle! I s s he o lder tha n me?" "She?" "Yes; didn't you s ay it was a girl?"' 'No, N e lly ; you are wrong this time; 'it,' as you designate your cousin, is a boy, and about seventeen years old." "Is he coming here s ir?"' "Yes, Moo r e." I am s orry. "'VVhy, my b oy,., 'He will upset all my arrangements; besides, we were getting along so nicely and he is s ure to be a prig." A what?" '"Prig. Concei!cd, ill-educated, bumptious lad." r '"\h/hy? "Wasn't he educated in Texas?" I be! ieve s o." "'By hi mother?" '"Most likely." "'Then, mark me, sir, he know s everything, and we shall all be s nubbed. I am very sorry he is coming. But h e will not stay long will he?" "'Stay! Of cours e he will! He will s tay just as lon g as he be have himself; he i my nephew, and as such I h ope you will r e ceive him." When old Peter Norton spoke with emphasis n o o ne cared t o c ontradict him. It was the end of the discussion. The c o ffee wa s parta ken of in si l ence, and all were pleased when Mr. orlon arose from the table. CHAPTER IV. THE GHOSTLY VISlTANT. ell, what do you think about it:" asked Moo re the next morning. '"Th ink? why, that I will m ake a better S than that before I leave." T h e cou ins were skati n g on a pretty lake-called o by cour tesy; in r e ality, it wa only a pond. about a quarter of an acre in extent, but, being 0;1 Norton's e s tate, and prettily located, it was alway called the lake. ' You know I d on't mean t hat! \ "!hat do you think,of uncle's late s t freak? "Freak?" '"Yes-bringing that Texan here." I s h e any the wors e for being a Texan:'" ''Of course he i s Don"t you know that he will either be a regular cowboy o r t o f fell ow, without refinement, or a na111bypamby dude, who knows every thing?" "I don't s ee why." "Nell Nell. i t i s like you I know what it is-you want to fas cinate this-Leslie, I think uncle called him. What an absurd! name to give a boy


6 BRA VE AND BOLD. I "I don't think it is any worse than Moore." "But that was my father's naJne." "And Leslie was his mother's maiden name." "He will have a champion in you, Nell." "I do not think he will need one." "I hate him" "Hush! Don't talk like that, Moore." "I feel it, so why shouldn't I say it? If he only stays as long as he behaves himself, it won't be long." While the cousins were skating and talking on the lake, Peter Norton was in his conserv;:itory, studying the effect of different colored glasses on the color of tulips. He had read of the attempts in Holland to produce a black tulip, and had .i!Jso read and re-read Dumas' novels. With all the enthusiasm of a youth, he set himself to work to produce the desired flower. True, he had failed hundreds of times, but that was no reason why he should give up. He had two objects in life, and one hobby. His was the cultivation of orchids; his ambition, besides the black tulip, was to make a flying machine which would really fly. The hours 1passed, and he still manipulated the glasses, so that the rays of the sun might shine through different colors. Heedless of the passage of the time, he wondered why the place was getting dark. Could it be that a fog had arisen? If so, his orchids must be protected, for he or believed, that the slightest suspicion of fog was fatal to some kinds of his favorite plant. Passing to the orchid house, he found that, instead of fog, night was approaching. He had been the whole day without realizing the passage of the fleeting hours. Waiting for him was another letter, and he saw that it was from Leslie. He opened it, almost nervously. "DEAR SIR: I shall leave Galveston on the steamer Lone Star, and expect to arrive in New York on Monday morning, the seventeenth. Your sincere nephew, LESLIE NORTON." Peter read the letter. "Monday morning, the seventeenth. Why, bless me, this is Monday evening. \i\fill he come here, or does he expect me to meet him?" He was almost nervous all that evening; every footste p startled him. He was eager to see his nephew, and perhaps more so because he had parted with his own brother in anger. But night came, and all retired to rest, save Peter, and he sat down in his old-fashioned chair, in his quaint room, and medi tated. There was a glimmer of. moonlight bursting through the small, diamond panes of the windows, and casting strange, weird shad-ows on the floor. Peter sat' very still. He had fallen asleep, and in his sleep he was dreaming. He saw agam Paul Norton, Leslie's father, and sweet Annie Leslie; then his visions vanished, and he saw Leslie, bruised and battered out of all semblance to human ;form. He started up from his sleep. "vVho is that?" he asked, gazing around, but seeing no one. He had fancied some one had been in the room He walked to the window;' it was securely fastened; he examined the doors, and they were just as he had left them. But his private desk was open. He knew it had been fastened when he sat down and fell asleep. Who could have tampered with it? The old recluse was not suspicious; he reasoned the thing out in his own mind, and charitably supposed that he had opened the desk in his sleep. He was about to close it, when his eyes fell on a package of papers which ht knew had been carefully locked away. His wills, deeds of the estate, and various other important documents, were in the package. How came they on the desk? Had he removed them in his sleep? He did not thiQk it probable, and yet how else could they have been taken from their secret hiding place? He replaced them, locked his desk, and once more sat down to sleep. A strange fancy possessed him that it would be better for him to remain in the library-why, he could not tell. An hour or more had passed, and Peter Norton slept as soundly as a child. Had he awake, he would have seen the door open slightly, and then a little wider. He would have seen a ghost-like figure, inasmuch as it was habited in white, move across the floor and cautiously open the desk. But Peter slept, and so did not see the midnight visitant. Again he dreamed, and thought he saw Leslie drowning. 1n his sleep he stretched out his hand. The visitor saw it, and feared detection. \i\!ith silent but rapid steps the white-robed intruder left the room, and when Peter awoke again he saw the desk wide open, though he was positive he had closed it, and the key was in his p ocket! For the first time in his life, he was troubled with superstitious thoughts. CHAPTER V. GOOD OR EVIL-WHICH? "The Lone Star is wrecked." "\;y recked ?" "Yes, sir. She was within sight of land, and only a few hours from New York, when she was driven ashore on the Jersey coast." "Many lost?" "No, sir; only one missing." The dialogue took place in the New York office of the steam ship company, between Moore Burnett and the clerk of the line. Moore had been sent by his uncle to make inquiries concerning Leslie, and the first intimation of the wreck was received in the manner we have narrated. "You say there is one person missing?" asked Moore. "Yes, sir, a passenger. He was on board at the time of the wreck, but when the life-savers rescued the others he could not "What was his name?" "Mr. Norton-Leslie Norton, sir." "My cousin !" "Indeed, sir! Then I am sorry. But the company has done everything possible "I am sure of that. Where can I get full particulars?"


ERAVE AND BOLD. 7 "We can tell you everything. But perhaps it would be a satis ,fac::tion to see the life-savers, and view the wreck.'i--"I should like to do so very much." The cierk gave Moore a permit to visit the wreck, and also a letter to the captain of the Lone Star, who, after making his report, had returne to superintend the removal of the cargo from the grounded steamer. 1 Moore sent a telegram to his uncle, couched in the vaguest terms, and then took a! seat in a parlor car, en 1oJlte to the scene of the wreck. Moore's nature was a strange one. He would not ill-use a horse or a dog, would go a mile out of his way to aid or suo::or a dumb animal, but did not hesitate to inflict pain, either menta l or physical, on a human being. If he had any feeling in the matter at all, it was one rather of plea su re than pain for a possible rival had be e n got rid of, and his uncle's wealth would be divided into only two, in stead of three, parts. When h e arrived at the nearest railroad depot to the place of the wreck, he inquired if h e could hire a horse. He delighted in horsemanship, and could ride across country as well as any Etiglish squire who had followed the hounds all his life. Having secured a steed, he rode toward the be ac h. On hi s way he d etermined not to make his identity known, but to obtain all the information he could. He made his way to Life-Saving Station N'o. 4, and found the crew ready to' gossip about the wreck. "M ercy on us, sir!" said one of the men, "the young gent i s missipg, but what of that? He'll turn up somewhere." 'you think so?" "In course I do. Now, you know, he wasn't washed out to .. sea.1 "I do not know that. Why do you think it impossible?" "The wind was blowing thirty-six miles arl h ou r from the sea. A body that could force its way otit against that wind couldn't be human." "But the young 1nan was not washed ashore." "Wasn' t he?" 'I have been told he has ncit been found, neith e r has he communicated with any o f his fri'ends." "See here, sir I guess a reporter, or something of that kind; if he had been kliled hi s body would hav e been found; no one wants a dead 'un on their 'hands." Moore thanked the man in a very substantial fashidn for hi s information, rode alo .ng the shore fo the next station. He rode very s lowly, for he wanted to think. His thoughts were not good ones. Two spirits, one of good and the other of evil, were contencling for t he mastery ovei: h is so ul. !he good suggested that he should offer a reward at o nce, and even <;mploy to visit all the houses along theshore where it might be poss ible Leslie could have wa11dere d ._The e vi l prompted. him to home and declare Iris co usin d ea d, beyond all doubt, ."Even i{ he does .return," suggested the evii spirit, "he could not h\s identity: His brain would be affected, and no one would believ'e him." l'ortunately, perhaps, the next life-saving station was reached before the victory was gai n ed by the evi l prompter. At this station Moore revealed himself and admitted his identity. He felt compelled to do so, st!eing that the steamship people had given him letters of introduction, and would make inquiries concerning his visit. He was receiveyas il:., when o:ie of the men seized it sudd eniy . I "I can OReIJ that as \vell as you, guv'tior., P'rhaps you':ve got a cigar to go \v.ith the match?" "No, I cigar. vVhen you have a I'll thank yeti for the case.'' "Will . Possession is everything, guv'nor." "It i s a good deal," answered Moore, maintaining an appear ance of unconcern, and hoping that some of the life-savers might come that way, and re s cue him from a very u11plea.sant predicament. "You were talking about some body you h ad found," suggested Moore. "Was I?"


8 BRA VE AND BOL D "I thought so; now, I am looking for a young man who is missing." "Are you?" "Yes; and I fancy there will be a good reward offered for him." "Shouldn't wonder." "I'll thank you for the case." "Case?" "11atch-case." "Oh! An' would you want ?" to cheat a poor man out of the :'No; I should be pleased to see that the finder was paid." "Really?" "Truly." "Then, if I find the young man, I'll let yer know. Give us yer address, guv'nor." "Give me that match-safe." "Not if I knows it." Moore was desperate. He knew that he was weak compared to one of the men, but what power had he against two? Still, he possessed that bulldog courage that would cause him to prefer to die fighting rather than to live a coward. He had gradually worked his hand down to his hip pocket, and before the ruffians knew what he was doing, he had the shining barrel of a revolver close to their faees. "Now, give me that case!" The man who held it handed it over very slowly to Moore, who never lowered his revolver. Just as Moore took the match-safe, the oth e r ruffian put out his foot, and with a quick movement tripped him up, and at the time the revolver went off accident a lly. CHAPTER VI. THE SMUGGLERS. Just before sunrise on the morning when the last passenger had been safely landed from the wrecked steamer, Lo11e Star, a boat grated on the sand three miles south of the wreck. Three men stepped from the boat to the beach, and grumbled and swore all the time They lifted a heavy barrel from the boat, and rolled it some distance up the sand Then they returned, and a second bar el was served the same way. The fog was spoken of in no complimentary language, and one, who seemed to be in command, wi s hed they had stayed on board the schooner, which was about half a mile from the beach. It was a strange place to land anything, but perhaps the lo cation had been carefully selected. When the two barrels were stood up on end, far enough away to prevent old Neptune washing them back again, one of the men gave a peculiar cry, whi cut through the foggy ajr far better than any articulated words would have done. The three listened intently for some minut es, ut heard no answering sound. "Better go over to the old hulk, Bill," said the leader; and Bill, still grumbling and shivering, started on his journey. The old hulk was a portion of a vessel which had been wrecked more than a generation before, and which would have been car riPd away, piecemeal, for firewood, had there not been a suspicion tlut it was haunted. -There was no physical research society to investigate !he strange idea, and even the Spiritists did not care to inquire too closely, so all accepted them as being true, and the hulk was saved. Now, it was to this very old hulk that Bill, mysterious sailor, was ordered to go. Bill was a grumbler, and had a very bad habit o f talking to himself, not always inaudibly. "Confound the fog! If it hadn't been of it, we'd have been away afore this." "Didn't it blow all night! Mercy on us! But if we'd been a bit farther north, we'd have had no chance. Then rocks would make the sea so bad that the schooner couldn't hal[e lived. Guess some boat would go to pieces. Well, it ain't our funeral, so-What's that?" The question was uttered aloud, and was cau@o d by the sudden appearance of a man. "Is that you, Bill? I guess I know your voice." "Tom?" "Ay, ay, Tom it is." "Then why didn't you answer?" "Didn't hear it."' "Were you deaf?" "I watched all night, an' hand't it been for some Jamaica I'd ha' been frozen stiff." "Fell asleep?" "No, I didn't fall a$leep. What cheer, Bill?" "Two barrels." "Is that all?" "No, it ain't all." "The.n, why--" "See here, Bill, the skipper says the risk's too great, un l es s you pays up-pay for the two, an' there may be two more." ''I'll pay for all." "When?" "Now. I'll pay for four or six, if you have them." "All right. Come along, then." "When can the others be landed?" "Right away." The two men walked along the sand until they reached the place where the two barrels were guarded by the other sailors. The skipper's mate handed Tom a slip of paper on which were some figures. -Tom looked at them keenly for a minute; then, without a word, counted out a number of greasy greenbacks. The amount was satisfactory, and the mate asked if Tom wanted two more barrels. The answer was in the affirmative, and the mate entered the boat alone, leaving the other two to assist in rolling the rels along the sand. No words were spoken, but the men pushed the barrels as noiselessly as possible, for our readers will have judged that Tom was a purchaser of smuggled spirits, and that the barrels con tained good old Jamaica ru111, upon which two dollars for each and e v ery gallon therein contained 9hould be paid to Uncle Sam in the shape of duty. The barre ls were rolled to the old hulk. and a door was opened in the side, through which they were thrust. ' The sun had just managed to break through the darkness of the fog, when the fourth barrel was deposited in the hulk,

BRA VE AND BOLD. 9 of by any of them. Bill had resumed his grmibling, and was iin no pleasant n : ood. He was within sight of the boat, when an object attracted his attention. "By the sun, moon and stars!" he exclaimed, "it's a stiff!" He deviated from the strai .ght course to where he saw, or fan cied he saw, the dead body. There was money in the discovery of a body washed up by the sea, and Bill wanted all he could get. "Bill!" "Bill where are you going?" "Come here !" Bill responded. '"\<\' hat is it?" "A stiff!" The mate 'and the other sailors walked leisurely to where Bill wa!( bending over the body of a young man. "He ain't dead!" he mate ejaculated. "What shall we do?" "Leave hnn." "To die?" asked Bill. "It ain't our bizness." "I'll stay with him." "You fool The revenue officers wi !I be along soon !" "Th.en let us take the chap with us?" Seeing that Bill's humanitarian feelings were aroused, the others thought it best to humor him, so they lifted the unconscious body and laid it in the bottom of the boat. The men plied themselves to the oars, and very quickly the shore of New faded from sight, artd the schooner was on its way to the island of Jamaica. CHAPTER VII. LESLIE'S .NEW .HOME. The Saucy Maiy was a trim-built vessel, and could stand the roughest gales and defy the fiercest seas. Smuggling was not the skipp.:r's main reliance-it was only a side issue indulged in by the skipper and crew for a little extra pocket money. The skipper being part O"mer, a .nd having a commission, had splendid facilmes lor defraudms;; the rev-:nue oi the United States Government. All that day and night the seas were heavy, and the wind blew big guns. The body found-1'n the beach had been forgotten afterthe first hour on board. During that hour the crew had tried several means restore life to the nearly dead body. They rolled him. stomach downward, over a barrel; then rhey pumped air into his lungs by means of a pair of bellows; and, when those things failed, they placed the young 1Tian 'in a ham111ock, covered him with a couple heavy blankets, and forcing 09en his teeth, poured nearly half a pint of strong rum down his throat. Then they ieft him. "If he croaks" (dies) ."good rum will ha' be e n wasted," said one of the men, to which Bill responded: "If he croaks I'll pay your share of the rum." All night the fury of the electric storm continued, and the res cued one still stay e d in the hammock, alone and uncared for. It was morning before any of the men could turn in, and Bill, who had given up his hammock to the young man, descended with the first men to rest. -"Well, I'rp blessed!" he exclaimed, as he caught sight of the pale, white face in the hammock. "Well, 'I'm blessed! If I didn't go an' forget all about you!" He passed his hand over the white face, an.d was pleased to find it warm. "Wake up, young 'un I'm pretty well sure you've had your share of sleep." The eyes opened, and rested on Bill. "Where am I?". "V/ ell, I'm blessed Can't you see that you're in a hammock?" "A hammock?" "Yes; did you never see one afore?" "But how it rocks!" "Guess you're about right; we've had it purty rough." "My head aches." "Does it? Slept too much, p'rhaps What is your name?" "lVIy name?" "That is j what I said.'' 11 The youth raised his head and looked around the room, in which several hammocks,. were slung. "I never saw this place before." "Didn't you? Well, that's strange, now, isn't it?" "I-thought-It must have been a dream--" "Guess you are right; but what was it? I'm fond of dreams." "I thought I was on deck, ;p1d a great wave washed over the deck and carri e d me over the side, and I fell into the water." "V.Vell, you may have dreamed it, or you may have experienced it; anyhow, you're on the good schooner Saucy Mary--" "What name?" "Sai;cy Mary." '"Where is th e Saiicy Mary going?" "If the wind holds fair, Jamaica will be our port." "I want to get to New York." ..f "Well, I'm blessed! I find you asleep an' half dead on the Jersey coast; I bring you on board the fines t schooner that ever sailed the seas, a1;' you go for to be discontented, an'. want to go to New York." "I do.'' "P'rhaps if th e skipper knew, he'd turn back an' land you at New York. Shall I ask him? What's your name?" "Name?" "Yes; ain't ,iou got none?" "I-yes-I had-but my head aches so I do not remember." Bill was getting very sleepy, and as he had started sniokin" some very strong tobacco, his long vigil and the nar;otic of the weed combined to send him to sleep and he was soon snoring in a very musical ma;mer. For tpree days the waif of the ocean lay in a k ind of stupor. His memory seeme d to have entirely deser t ed him. "What shall we do with him?" the skipper asked when the Saucy Ma ry was within ight of Jamaica. .Turn him over to the authorities," answered Bill. "Likely thi ng, and be obliged to bring him back. We ought never to have touch e d him. "Guess you're right, but I hated to see a chap die1 right afore one's eyes." "That's right, but a pretty mess we've got into." \ "I ha v e it." "What?" "An idea." "No, I speaks as I think. What's your idea?" "Sam:" "Ha, ha ha Sam is a pretty tangible idea." "Sam's wife keeps a store. Leave the chap until he gets


I O BRA VEAND BOLD. I his memory, then he'll soon to talk, and the American cons ul will send him home." "Good as far as it goes; but why should Sam's wife keep a strapping lad-almost a man? And why should she say that it wasn't the Saucy lane what kidnaped him?" "I' ll give h e r so: nething for trouble, and she'll never say a word; 'sides, he 'll be useful to her." Sam was interviewed, and he agreed to the proposition; so, when the s chooner was sa fely anchored at the dock, Bill accom panied Sam to his h o me. Over. the door of a general store on Eyre Street was the scription : "SARAH MET.SHAM, General Dealer," and into the store the two men went. Sam ki sed hi s wife and littl e ones, and Bill was warmly wel comed. It was Bill who t o ld the story of th e waif, and kinq hearte d Sarah Mel sha m to look after t he b oy. "I'd do a nythin g for an American ," she said; and then, as though by way of apology, she added: "You know I'm American myself, and my brothe r t a lks of coming out here before long." So the rescu e d waif, whose head had peen badly bruised ]Jy the waters and expo s ure, was transferred to the care of Sarah Mel s ham He was strong and hearty, and a doctor declared he would soo n outgrow his m e ntal trouble. In the meantim e he wa s very u s eful to Mrs. Melsham, and she often declared he was worth his weight in gold to her. CHAPTER VIII. AIR-SHIPS. Leaving J amaic a, with its palms and tropical pl ants behind us and even brid ging over the time which ha s elapsed, we return to the sand o f New J ersey, and find ourselves once m o r e in the pre s ence of '.Vloore Burnett. vVhef\ we l ef t him h e had received b ack his silver match-safe, and had draw n hi s r evolver; but hi s antago nist s were too quick for him, and he was tripped up, falling violently o n his back. His kead struc k a s tone and a nasty gash was inflicted. The men had n o desire to add to their othe ; crimes, so were somewhat sob e r ed when they found blood t d ckle over their hands. The report o f the pistol shot might have been heard by some one. Anyway, some m e n were approaching, and suspicion mu s t be averted. Jake shouted loudly "Help!" "Where away?" "Right her e to the south'ard." One o f tb e lif e-sa v e rs was on his W

BRA VE AND EOLD. II The cousins looked at each other significantly, and smiled. A few minutes later they entered the workroom. Over a clock at one ePd stood a gi1ded skull, which more than ordinarily hideous, because in the hollow sockets of its tyes were placed blue glasses, through which in the day the sunlight passed, and at night the rays of a lamp gave a ghastly appearance to the orbs. Several peculiar-looking balloons and frames stood down the center of the floor. and on the walls were diagrams and pictures of air-ships innumerable. "I think I have solved the problem at last," exclaimed the old man, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm as he spoke. "I hope so, uncle, for you are very persevering." "Thank you, Nelly, for your wish. Now, I want to talk with you both, for you know something of aeronautics, through your studies in this room. Hitherto balloons have been made of big bags. filled with gas or rarefied air. "But balloons have had no practical use, because they could not be navigated. "My idea is to have artificial wings made of feathers. Each tube of the feather to be filled with gas, so that, instead of one big bag of gas, I will have a thousand small tubes filled. These wings, as I operate them, will lift four or five hundred pounds, and as I shall have a tail for steering, I shall be able to go any way I please." "Poor uncle!" murmured Eleanor, softly. "Uncle is daft," said Moore, boldly, trusting Peter Norton would not hear him. For upward of an hour the eccentric old man lectured the cousins on the science of his flying machine, and as he talked his enthusiasm became intense. As the cousins returned to the house, even Eleanor felt that Peter Norton was getting into his dotage, and becoming almost insane. Moore had dark thoughts in his mind-thoughts which he \'vould not mention to Eleanor. Had he giventhe m utterance they would have been startling. "I will see his will," he thought, "and if I am not well treated I will set the doctors to work, for he is as mad as a March hare." The house was all silent, for the hour of midnight had passed. A white-robed figure crept cautiously down the stairs and entered the library. 1 The faint glimmer of light from the candle he carried showed the features of Moore Burnett. He reached his uncle's desk, and with trembling hands fitted a key into the lock and opened it. He searched among the papers for the latest will his uncle had made, but could not find it. He opened drawer after drawer, but still without avail. He arose up lo close the desk, when a piercing scream startled him, and dropping the candle he fled from the library. CHAPTER IX. THE MYSTERY STILL UNSOLVED. T\Je scream rang through the house. It seemed to find its w:i.y into every nook and corner. Peter Norton heard it, and thought some one was trying to ste al his flying machine and had been discovered. Eleanor Loring heard it, and shivered; but she did not, like many, cover her ing-gown, and to search for the daring marauder, Peter, N oi;ton was the first out of his room, and Nelly made a good second. "Did you hear it, Nelly?" "Yes, uncle. Where was it?" "Workroom, I think." "Library, I fancied." "We will go to the workroom first. Do you know there are many who would scarcely stop at crime in order that. they might find out my secret." "Where is Moore?" asked Nelly, feeling surprised that he had not emerged from his room. The door cautiously opened, and Moore stepped into the hall. "Then it was not a dream?" he said, rubbing his eyes, as though just awakened from his sleep. "A dream?" "Yes, uncle; I fancied I must have had nightmare." The three wended their way to the workshop. The workshop was undisturbed, the door was locked, the win dows secured, and the skull still in its place, looking down on the midnight intruders as though they had no right in the domain of darkness. "It is strange,'' murmured Peter. "I wonder where madam is?" thought Nelly, and in sympathy Peter uttered the same thought aloud. "Ah. perhaps the scream came from her!" suggested Moore. "Why did we not think of that? She may be murdered!" "Uncle, why? Madam Dupont has not an enemy in the world." "Perhaps not, but let us go to her room." Nelly took the lead in thenew direction, and knocked on the madam's door. There was no response. "Knock again," suggested Moore. But Nelly did not. She opened the door, and saw that the bed was unoccupied. Madam Dupont's .clothes were on a chair at the foot of the bed, but she was nowhere to be found. "This is a mystery, Nelly. Let us go 'to the library." As soon as the door was opened Peter called out: "Burglars! '' Not that he saw any of that large family of uninvited guests present, but he did see that his was ope!/and his papers dis arranged. But Nelly saw something which made her shiver with fear. On the floor in the corner near the shield of weapons the wellknown form of Madani Dupont lay stretched on the floor. Nelly caught her uncle's arm. "Seel" "Great heaven! murdered!" Moore went across to the madam and lifted her head. "Not dead, uncle, but--" "What? Is she wounded? Is she dying?" "No, uncle; I think she has partaken too liberally of your old wine." "Shame on you, Moore Burnett I How dare you slander that estimable woman?" Peter Norton was thoroughly aroused by Moore's insinuation, and soon satisfied himself that the suspicion was unfounded. Madam Dupont heard the voices and open ed her eyes. She did not at once realize where she was; but when she looked down at her bare feet and her night-robe, and then saw Peter Norton and Moore Burnett stimding by, and even touching her, she screamed, just as she had done before. "Has he gone? Did he take ever) thing?" she asked. "Who gone?"


r IZ BRA VE AND BOLD. "I-thought--" She rubbed her eyes and was silent for a moment. ''Forgive me, I don't know what it means," she said, when she h ad collected her scattered senses "How came you here?" asked Peter. 'I dreamed that you were being r obbed. It was all a dream; and ,in my dream I thought I followed the burglar to the library, and that he struck me a nd I fell. I thought I screame d, antl the burglar fled through 1he \1indow. It wa all a dream." 'I don't think so, madam." "You don't?" "" o. Some human being ha tampered with my de sk." "You don't think--" Madam Dupont commenced. "No. I believe you actually saw in your sleep that an attempt at robbe ry was to be made. and in your sleep you came h ere and disturbed the thief." 'Thank you, sir. I kn ow nothing of the reality. I have told you1my dream .'' Moore laughed. "There ha s been no burglar here, uncle." 'Indeed! Then how came my desk opened, and my papers 5cattercd about?" "Perhaps madam dreamed h e did it ," sneered Moore. "No, si1. If Madam Dupont is a dreamer and a sleepwalker, she is. no idiot-pardon me. madam, fdr the expression. Whoever opene d my de k carried a candle and drop ped the china candlestick. See, her e are the pieces. Dupont's candle is close to where she fell.., A slight flush suffused itself ove r ::VIoore's face, but otherwise he was calm. I acknowledge my suspicions were wrong, sir, but it seemed so strange that ::VIadam Dupont should dream--" "Perhap Master Moore, you may dream yourself some day," answered the madam, who was n qt o\erfond of the dashing but wild young nephew of the house. I think we had better go to bed," suggested Pete r. "Evidently no o n e i s concealed here." L eading th e way to the stairca e as he poke, Peter s tood, like an old-time kni ght, to allow all to precede him. He closely followed and entered his own r oom. He did not close his door, but waited near it until all was still and silent in the house. He had heard the different do ers. lock and knew fhat all had retired. Cauti o usfy he the to the library, and closed the door after him. He examined the de sk. "Ope r .ed with a key. Now, who ha s one?" he as1(ed himself, and no answer was need ed, for he prided him sel f o n the knowledge that there was but o n e key in the universe that would fit the desk Jock, and that kr.y was in hi s room without a doubt. There was no need to consider whether he had Jocked the d esk for it fasteneo with a sp ring, and therefore tl;e mystery was the greater. "Three timt:s I hav e found that desk opened,;, he inuttered to him elf. "Who can have done it? And what

BRAVE AND BOLD. 13 whose orchids are the finest in the world and whose flying ma chine is a wonderful invention?" "I am Peter Norton." "I have travel e d eight hundred miles merely to see you." "Have you, really? Come in." The eccentric stranger entered the library, and could not restrain his surprise After Peter Norton had given his visitor, whose name he did not know, a full hi s tory of the place, he suddenly asked: "Why did you come to see me?" "You are fond of orchids?" "I am, yes-very. I pride my self on having some of the finest 2pccimens in the whole of the Northern States." "By gosh! that is just what I heard; but you have a flying ma chine as well, have Y.OU not?" "'Fame traveis f;st,' as Shakespeare says. I often think," con tinued the eccentric vis itor, pau s ing after the wqrd, as though the sentence was ended. "I often think that the old Romans were right when they said: 'Fama nihil est cele rius.'" "11y dear sir, you flatter me." ...-"I do not intend to do so. I think you have a charming family; I met your nephew and niece. Have you any other interesting relatives?" '' I h ad a brother, who was killed--" "Where?" "In Texas ." "Ah! Had he any children?" 'Peter looked at his questioner closely but conld detect no eagerness in his manner, nothing to show he was interested be yond ordinary curiosity. "He had a son--" "Leslie Norton ?" The mention of the name was like the explosion of a bomb, or a sudden descent of a thunderbolt. ''\Vhat do you know of him? You are not--" "No, I am not Leslie Norton. I came to speak about him." "You knew him? " I did." \Vhere? In Texas?" "Partly; that i s to say-I-well, to be c a ndid about the matter, I was qu artermaster on b oa rd the Lone Star steamship from Galveston to New York.'' Peter held up his hand as if he would ask for silence. His face flushed and paled alternately. It was easy to see that he was affected. "Where is he? Is he dead?" he asked, after the first paroxysm of emotion had passed. "I do not think so. To go back to the Lone Star. Leslie, for give me for not being m o!e formal, told me his story. I have not a friend in the world,' he said; 'I am oniy going to my uncle because of a promise I made to my mother.' These were his words. Then he told me how eccentric his uncl e was, all about your orchids and flying machine; that was why I asked about them; I wanted to be su r e I had cast anchor in the rjght port." ''But I loved the lad--" "He did not know it, if you did, for he said he was not at all sure that you would even ask him to h ave dinner when he came." Nelson told all he knew of the wreck and the disappearance of the youth. "Why do you think he is not dead?" "The sea gives up its dead. The wind was blowing big guns, and from the sea, too, so his bocly mu s t be washed ashore, bnt it has never been seen. But why does that other nephew dislike Leslie?" "Dislike him? What gave you that idea?" "He did." "When? ,What did he say?" "To me, nothin g But he went around among smugglers and fishermen and gave them an address, saying he would give extra mon e y if they would Jet him !G1ow privately if the body was found." "That was to enabJ e him to break lhe shock to me." "Of course, of course! So he gave an assumed name and-But, of course, it is as you say. I'm glad I've seen you. I liked Leslie; he was as good as any mortal could be and 'as true as the stars that are s hining,' as the Sunday school hymn says." The sailor took his hat an d arose to lea ve, but Peter gently plac e d his hands on Nelson's shoulders and pushed him back in his chair. "No, no, no! You must be my guest to-day, and as long as you like to stay." "But, sir, I leave for Jamaica the day after to-morrow." "Then you can stay till to-morrow with us. Do so." "On one condition, I accept." "And that?" "That you do not say a word, before others, about the Lone Star or my having met Leslie. Talk about orchids or flying machines if you like." "It shall be as you say." CHAPTER XI. D I C K, T H E W A I F ." Sarah Mel s ham was as l oya l an American a s ever lived Although living under the English flag, she had the Stars and Stripes ready for any American holiday, and the good people of Jamaica were sure to know that the citizens of the United States were c e lebrating some event when they passed her general store and saw the starry banner hanging out of her bedroom window. It was because the waif brought to her by her husband was an Alnerican that she took to him Poor feilow No one would ha ve recognized in "Dick,'' as t Sarah Melsham called him, the sprightly, dashiflg youth we in troduc ed to our readers as Le s lie Norton. Yet it was true. Le s lie injured by the waves when he was da s hed on shore, had lo st his memory, and was but a poor, mental wreck. Anything he was told to do he did willingly and conscientiously, but an hour afterward he had forgotten all about it. Sarah would have given half her po ssessio ns if by that sacrifice Dick could be res to red to mental health; but the local doctor de cided that he was an imbecile, and would always remain so. One day she glanced over the society columns of the Jamaica Register, and actually read the acco unt of a reception gi ;e n to a distingui s h ed scientist by his excellency the governor. The scientist was an American; she had never heard of him before, but the paper said he was one of the greatest experts on brain diseases in the world. Sarah Melsham read every word of the report, commenced right over again. "I will go and see him. I am an American Attired like Josep h of old, in a dress of many colors, she sallied forth to the Royal Hotel and asked to see the great scientist. The door-porter referred to the clerk, who questioned Sarah and found her very obstinate and determined. He learned the lesson that: "When a woman will or won't, depend on't; If she will do't, she will, and there's an end on't."


BRA VE AND BOLD. So, with as much courtesy as he could command, he begged Sarah to be s ea ted, and he would see Dr. Allan Welland and learn his rj;:asure. "Tell him I'm an American, sir." "I thought so," muttered the clerk, as he left her presence. In a very few minutes th e bell-boy crossed the hall and bade Sarah follow him. She was ushered into the presence of the great expert, and bow e d with almost fashionable grace. '"Well, madam, I understan d you wish to see me?" "I do. I know, as you are an America, you will do a kindly act for one of your own countrymen." "Your husband?" "Lor' bf ess you, no, It' s a waif." "A what?" "A y,i.1if washed up by the sea, sir." "I don't und e rstand you, madam. Be seated and explain. My time is very limit ed; I promised to meet the governor in just a quarter of an hour." If Dr. Welland had said he could give her all day in which to explain the c as e the probabilities are that she would have ex hc:usted herself in five minutes; but the short time so confused h e r, that she rambled off into her own history, and how she had a brother on an American steamer, and a husband on a tramp. "But the patient--" "Oh, yes, he is very patient. He is the nicest fellow is Dick, that ever played with child r e n He c a n tell thc;;p Mother Goose from co\er to cover, but he does not know him own name." br. Welland saw !hat the only way to get an und ersta nd ing of the case was to ask questions and limit Sarah to the shortest answers. As a result, he became so interested that he said he would go with her and see Dick. They found Dick sitting on the curb, telling in the most solemn language how "A mouse ran up a clock, hid;ory, dickory d ock." Dr. Welland listened to him, and asked him if he knew Mother Hubbard. Dick started off at once: "Old T'-Iother Hubbard, She went to the cupboard To get the poor dog a b one." "That will do, I see you know it. How do you like Jamaica?" "Ginger," added Dick. "Ever in New York?" Dick shook his head. "Philadelphia, Chicago, 'Frisco?" asked the doctor, quickly, but Dick's face was a blank. "New Orleans?"' The eyes of the boy became a little brighter. "Galveston?" Dick tumbled the children off his knees into the gutter, and jumped up. "Galveston," he repeated. "Yes, I will go home." Dick entered the house for his cap, and started running down the street, the doctor following closely with Sarah Melsham. Presently the boy stopped. "I've lost my way I I've lost my way!" he said, and the tears rolled down his face. "I think I can cure him." "God in heaven bless you doctor, for saying it. I'll give you all I possess--" "Nonsense, woman I I shall cure him for "ke, not for Yours.." "I don't care whose sake, docto'r, only cure him." There looked but little hope of a cure being effected, for Dick was again i n the gutter with the little ones, and singing to them a simpl e nursery rhyme. His eyes were glassy and vacant, and to the ordinary person he app e ared to be a hopeless maniac. CHAPTER XII. "I LOST MY NAME OVERBOARD." Dr. Allan Welland was devoted to his profession. For it he liv ed. To him it was not a mere means of making a good in c ome-it was his whole existence. He would have starved, suffered bodily agony, endured tortures, for the sake of his profe ssio n. It was, therefore, the very best thing for "Dick, the waif," that Welland should visit Jamaica and equally fortuna.te that Sarah Mclsham should have sufficient confidence, or, as would call it cheek, to wait upon the great physician and intercede with him, well knowing that she could not pay him his usual fee. "I can cure him." The words acted l i ke a powerful stimulant on Sarah Melsham. "For God in heav e n 's sake do so!" she exch.\med, and the next instant she was dancing in the roadway. Never did Nautch girl execute a greater variety of steps nor serp e ntin e dancer perform m ore intricate evolutions than did this OYerjoyed woman. W e lland may have seen her. If he did, he took no notice. She was not his patient, and his whole mind was fixed on Dick. For fully half an hour he watched the youth steadily and anxiously. Sarah had finished h e r extemporized terpsichorean exercises, and stood, out of breath, he7 hands on her hips, looking at the doctor. "Come inside, madam," he said, as courteously as though he were speaking to a wealthy dame who was prepared to give him a ten-thousand-dollar fee. "Do you know anything of Galveston r ''No, sir." "Can you find any one who does?'' "Lor', sir, loads of 'ei;n down on the docks; that Is, if there's any American ships in dock." "Tell me all you know about Dick." Sara h was a little calmer than she had been at the hotel, and told all about her husband, and how he had been a coaster, but was now on the Saitcy Mary as chief mate, and that there wasn't a better judge of rum in all the world Dr. Welland had no desire to listen to all this, which had nothing whatever to do with his patient; but he professed to be m terested, and even asked her questions about her husband. "Does Sam, your husband, drink much rum?" "Lor', no, sir! He is the tempera test man going. But he can tell good rum, and buys it for the captain." '"What has that to do with Sam being chief mate?" Sarah arose from her chair, went to the store door, looked out, then to the windows, and even looked up the stairs which started from the room in which they were sitting, much as a melo dramatic conspirator might do. Being satisfied that no one was listening, she seated herself again and whispered : "He gets more pay." Dr. Welland was more than ever curious, and yet he did not wish to appear obtuse to her.


BRA VE AND BOLD "Ah, I see," he answered, as though that would settle the mat ter; hut Sarah grew more communicative. "You don't think any worse of h i m, do you?" "Why should I ?" "A man must live, and times are not what they used to be. Now, if only we were in the States, and could see the starspangled flag over our h eads, we s hould be richer, and then Sam wouldn't have to run the risk of sneaking'in with rum." "Smuggling," suggested the doctor, now beginning to understand more clearly how S .am's knowledge of rum was an advantage.' "That's what some call it, sir; but Sam says it's p erfectly square, because if he didn't do it there are plenty that would." And with that strange moral sentiment, Sarah Melsha1h closed her long state m e nt about her hu sband's knowledge of "good old Jamaica." "Sam had charge of some rum, and sent one of the messmates, Bill, to roll the barrel along the J e rsey sand. Ah, doctor, there's nothing would please me better than to be bitten by a genuine Jerse y mosquito, and I a lm ost wish I could ge t a chill; it would remind me ofthe Hackensack flats, where I was born. As I was saying, Bill had rolled his barrel to the place and was coming back to tHc Saucy Mary, when he saw a dead body. "A dead body is worth five dollars, you know; sir, so Bill calculated he had time to take the body to the life station, get his five dollars. and reach the Saucy Mary in time; but no sooner did he look at the dead body than he saw it wasn't dead. Bill is the tenderest hearted creature living, and so he picks up the body arid was going to carry it to the station, when he saw Sam, and says: 'Sam, you've got to get on board, for the revenue men are after us.' That meant the prison for Bill, so he dumps the body in the boat, and there it is ." And Sarah pointed to as she wound up her story. Dr. Welland har! to reason out for himself how Bill's interest in the "dead body" h ad been transferred to Sam, and whether Sam or Sarah expected t o be well paid for looking after the waif. "Did you ever h ave a name, my boy?" \ii/ elland asked. "Yes, sir, once, but I it." "Do you r emembe r where?" Dick thought for a moment and his brow was wrinkled with the p erp l exity of answering that question. ''I think I dropp ed it overl:)oard," he r eplied, quietly and soberly. "I wonder," mu se d the doctor. as if speak ing to himself, "I wonder if I could catch it if I went fishing from the Saucy Mary." There was no responsive gleam of intelligence as the doctor mentioned the name of the vessel which had brought the waif to the island. Welland was encouraged. and told Sarah again very emphatic ally that he would be able to re store Dick's reason. CHAPTER XIII. "THE HONEST TAR'S FRIGHT." The steamer bound from New York to Jama ica was within sight of its port. and all was excitement on board. There was one passenger who felt particularly jolly, our old friend. Qua rte rm aster Nelson. "\il/ho'd think that I was only going to see my sister Sarah?" he asked him self. "My heart goes pit-a-pat as though I was going to see a sweetheart. But I ain't-it's only Sarah. And I've good news for h er. Wonder whether she will be pleased? Let me see; I've got m oney, and, what is as good, I've got influence. I needn't be q 'uartermaster a day longer; I can be skipper, and I'll offer Sam Melsham a good berth-better than cheating the revenue Blow me! but I'd take it real hard if Sarah's husband got into the stone j ug.'I By which expressive synonym he meant prison. The harbor was reached. Th\! great vessel swung into her dock as easily as though she were only a small skiff The gangplank was lowered and NelS"on was one of the first step ashore. "Stand by there! I'm in a hurry while the wind blows fair," he ejacu lat e d as he pushed hi s way through the crowd. All sorts an d conditions elbowed him, but he had been there before and "knew the ropes," as he told a very persistent darky, who wanted to carry his bag or show him the way. But Nelson did not go straight to his sister's house. He went around the docks and made inquiries when the Sai1cy was l ast in port, or when s he might be expected. Having satisfied himself, he went to a re staurant, had a good dinner, found a barber 's, got "his deck trimmed," a-s he called it; which meant a clean shave

16 ffRAVE AND BOLD. "God save the queen, Long may she--" "Go away! Unless you 'll whistle 'Yankee Doodle' afterward, then I'll give you six-pence." But Nelson kept on. Sarah rushed out of the door. She again raised her voice : "My good man, go away!" She looked at the whi s tler, alm ost jumped to where her brother was standing, and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him over and over again . "When did you come? How are you? Haven't had dinner? Come in; I am so glad to see you." She did not wait for him to answer her questions, but talked and laughed incessantly. He had just time to put the two bottles of Kentucky fire-wa er on the table when Dick entered. Nelson looked at the p oor youth. His eye s bulged out of the ir sockets his face became pale, and as Dick approached him, Nels o n, the brave mariner, gave a yell of fright. CHAPTER XIV. "I' LL HELP HIM ALL I CAN." Sarah did not scream, like many women would have done. She thought her brother had take n a drop too much, and was not right in his head In the rank of life in which she lived such things were of almost daily occurrence; but she was nevertheless, for Nelson was "the temperatest man in the hull United States," she declared, with becoming emphasis. "Where is he?" asked Nelson. "Who?" "See, there he stands. What is he looking at me for? I didn't drown him. I'd have given my right hand to save him. Wasn't I his best friend on the Lone Starr" "What are you raving about? That is only Dick." Nelson suffered himself to be composed. Just here Dick put his hand on his arm. "So you were saved?" "Yes, Leslie, my boy." "That'!Jt. I've found it. Sarah"-he always called Mrs. Mel sham by her given name--"Sarah, I've found my name. It is Leslle Norto n." "Of course it is; but how came you here? Sarah, what does it mean?" Sarah could not answer. For the very first time in h e r life she had fainted "vVhat does it mean?" asked Nelson. Dick, or Leslie, as we sh all n o w c all him, pointiyd to Sarah, and the quarterrnaster tried various expedients to restore her to con sciousness. \Vhen she had somewhat recovered, he looked at Leslie, and asked: "Don't you know me?" "I have-seen-you-so mewhere, but it was in a dream." "Not much. It was on the deck of the Lone Star." "T,he Lone Start"' "I-I-think-you-were-the--" "Yes. Quartermaster Nelson, of the steamer Lone Star, Gal ve,ston to New York." "Of course l But, plague take it, how did you get here?" "I don t know." Sarah sat staring at the two for some time without saying a word. As if an inspiration had s eized upon her mind, she put on her bo n n e t and ran through Kingston s streets until she reached the Ro y al Hotel. "Docto r, d ear doctor, he is getting worse," cried, as she found Dr. \Velland. "There are two of them now." "-Two! what do you mean?" "Yly brother; he' s off his head. He thinks he knew Dick up in the stars--" "Drinking?" "I don't know, sir; he has only just arrived from the States." :Go right h ome; I will follow you at once." Sh e hurried home to find her brother talking quite rationally, and l..>!slie listening with intelligence. "llow came Leslie h ere?" asked the quarterrpaster. "I know no Leslie ; Dick, you perhaps mean." "My dear Sarah--" "Sara h my name is Les lie Norton." "Js it?" Yes, and I was wrecked on the coast of New Jersey." "\Vho told you so?" "Quartermaster Nelson, who was wrecked at the same time." S a r a h h a d not heard of any such mishap, and doubtingly looked at her brother. She was pitying him, but a new thought arose in her mind. P<'rhaps N e lson was trying to get Dick away from her. How pleased she was when t J1e doctor arrived, and how aston ish e d he was at the change in his patient. So you ha .ve found your name?" he asked, quietly. "Yes, sir. I do not know how I came to forget it, but there are many things which I had forgotten. I feel as if I had been asleep." "So you have, so you have!" "An d dreaming?" "Yes and dreaming. Is this your brother, Mrs. Melsham ?" "Yes d o ctor." "Will you walk with me to my hotel? I want you to bring back some medicine for Dick." "Yes, doctor, I would really like to do so. I am so glad, so happy, that I don't know whether I am walking on my head or my feet." are you so happy about?" "Finding that young gentl e man. Do you know, doctor, his uncle was just nigh distracted about him? He believed him dead -oh, he is very rich is his uncle--" "And offered a big reward. I suppose?" "Yes, sir, and the coa s t was searched, but nothing was heard of him." "And you propose taking this young man back to the States?" "Or course." "And claimin g the reward?" "Why not, sir? Money is always useful; but, all the same, I d on't kn o w tha t I s hould take the reward, as it was only by ac cident I found him." "Tell m e the entire story. All you know about him." Nels o n rep eated the story, which is known to all our readers, and the doctor was convinced he was uttering the truth. J b e lieve you. Nelsen "Thank you, sir." "Now let us talk as men of the world. Has this uncle ever seen his nephew?"


BRAVE AND BOLD. "No, su. "Has he any portrait of him?" "I do not know, but I am afraid not." "Can you find any of the pa ssengers who were with Lesli e Norton on that eventful voyage?" I am afrai d not. I ha ve not h eard anything of th e m since the wreck." "Where is the captain of the Lone Star?" "He is on the Pacific Mail nq_w, sir, running from 'Fri s c o to. Chin a 'An d the other officers?" "All scatte r ed." "That is bad." "You see, sir, it took some time to fit up the Lone Star for service again, and we were all poor men, so could not afford to wait." "As I expected. what proof h ave you that this waif is L es lie Norton?" I know him." "But outside your own word?" "I have none. "You tell me that there is another n ephew who is not fri e ndly to Leslie?" "That is so, sir." "Th e n s uppose they should deny that you have found Les lie ?" "But they cannot." "!IIy dear inn oce nt, they can and may." "What a m I to do th en ?" "Proceed cautiously. I beli eve your story, but others may not. Even your own sister doubt ed you." "She did ?" "Yes; an d told me I should have two patients inst ead of one." "You have some time before you,'' continu ed t he d octo r. "I cannot allow L eslie to leave for a month yet. \Vhat will you do during that time?" "Stay right here. At least, I m ean stay with him." "But the cost?" Say, d octor I 'll tell you a s e cret I h ave h a d some money left me. Sarah knows nothing about it. I haven't had time to t ell h e r. " I am glad to hear of your good fortune." ''So am I. I didn't want t h e money." "It is always us efu l." "Steady now, d octo r. I can work. I am offered a ship, and I--" He paus ed. "Must refuse it." "Why?" ''I'll stay ri ght h e re and see the young f ello w righted." "How much is the reward?" ''Do n't t a lk about that."' "But I must. How much is it?" "A thousand dollars." "That isn't much ." "I'd not touch a ni cke l of it." \;yhat is the uncle's prop e r ty worth?" "I do not kn ow, but the estate i s a big one and a grand one." I s L eslie the next o f kin?" "The what?" "The nearest rel a tive t11e heir-at-law?" I don't know. There i s that other n e ph ew,"-"nevvy," he call ed it-"and a nice, cl ean-cut sort of a girl, a niece ." "Then, supposing the old D on't call him names, sir, th9ugh a rose with any other nameyou know what the poet says?" / The doctor smiled as he continued : "Suppose the uncle die d, th e estate might be divided into three por t ions." "Yes." "They may net fight." "They won't. Mr. Norto n won't, and Miss Loring w on't, either, and the other chap is a land lub be r, and I could double him up very quickly. 'Kee p you r o wn counsel, Nelson. I will help you all I can. I will write to my lawyer in New York at o nce, and he will find out what action will be likely to be taken." "Thank you doctor." I suppcse I must send some medicine, or your sister will doubt me." Dr. W clland wrote a prescription and Qnartermaster Nelson got the druggist to compound the soothi ng draught. ''That is a thor oug h -goi ng, straightforward man," thought the d octo r, wh e n he was once more alone. "But I am a fr aid he will h ave trouble. It loo ks like a fairy story. Wrecked off the America n coast wash e d ashore, pick e d up by a smuggler who will be afra i d to go into court, brought to Jamaica, for months is an imbecile, suddenly restored to hea lth of mind and cla ims to be one of the heirs to a great estate. T his is as nic e a case as ever lawyers got a chance to take up. How will it end?" I CHAPTE R XV. LESLIE'S LETTER. "Is th e re any justice in this world of ours?" The question which ha s been asked by poor wretches in every country and in every age was voic e d by Quartermaster Nel so n as he conversed with his siste r about L eslie. "]us lice! T here m ay not b e m:.:ch in ] amaica, but in the States, broth er-in the States y o u'll find it ," answered Sa ra h, loyally. "So I thought; but h e re is thi s great doctor of yours goes and says that rve got to prove th a t L eslie Norton is L es lie Norton, as though a ny one could doubt it. I tell you what, Sarah, I believe doctors a nd lawyers a re all; the more doctors the more dis eases, the more lawyers, I m blamed if there ain't more laws. And th e y're all m a de so that no one but a lawy e r can und erstand them." That was a l ong speech for Nelson, but he only said what others, with far m o re education, h ave ass e r ted. "But Dr. Welland--" be g an Sarah. "Is a r ight good fellow, only you see, h e's like a street car; he's got to run on the r ails or he ain't much good. whereas I'm like a buggy; if the side of the road suits me, I go, a nd if the middle is b es I take it. I don't often get blocked, because I d odge in a nd out. N o w what would be the sense of making a ship run in a r egula r line across the water?" "But. brother, what has that got to do with Dick?" "Everything; he's better, ain't he?" "Ye s." And be g ins to remember things?" "Of course ." "He knows his 1iame, a nd h e kn o ws all about hi s family; now, wh e r e 's the sense in keep ing him h ere? Why not l et him go and see his uncle, who's a nice old fellow, if h e does t hink h e can fly." "Wella nd i s a right good ch ap--Hello, L esl ie, what is the matter now?" L es lie had entered the room, and so led to the question, was looking very sad. for he


i8 BRAVE AND BOLD. "I was thinking." '-'Bad habit. You know what the poet says: 'G ive m e the men about me that are fat; he d have lik e d m e And Nelson laughed until the t ears ran .down h1.s c h e eks. "I am n o t fat, th o u g h," r er:ia rk e d Le s lie, and m trut h he was not, for he was sc.arcely anythm g but sk m a nd b o n e . It was strange but fro m th e moni ent r easo n w a s r e awak e n ed, h e began to grow thin and los t appeti te. "What were you thinking?" a s k e d N e lson "Do you r e m embe r wh a t Da)1 sai d on b o ard th e L o ne Star!"' "Can't s a y that I do. \,I/hat wa s _it?" 1 "He said I was a Jonah. And it is true; I d o brin g bad Jue.< to everybody. You s ee, th e L o ne Star wa s wre ckfd ; I brou&ht expense and trouble and annoyance to Sarah ;,,nd you. "Di d .you?. Why, L'eslie w a it a bit; put you_i; b oard at so much a week and wh e n y o u g e t to y our unc les he is g omg to give me a thou sand do l lar s re wa rd, and that will pay th e bill t e n times over Say no more about it. But Leslie thought more abo u t it? and h e kn e w th a t p e rhap s a lawsuit might have t o be enga ge d 111 b e fore he wa s rec og niz ed. He thought o ve r a numb e r of sch e m es b y whi c h h e co uld save Nelson and S a r a h M e l s h a m a ddi tic n a l exp e n se Day after day was worried, but p a sin g th e p os t office, a ne w idea entered h i s mind He would write t o his uncle. He entered a s tati o n e ry sto re a nd a s k e d p e rmi ss i o n to wri t e a lett e r What should he say? "DE A R UN CLE; I am h e re ; tne sh i p w a s w r ecke d and I w a s brought to Jamaic1 May I c o m e to sec you ? .. He read it over, a nd did n o t like eit h e r t h r st y l e o r th e writ ing, but his hand tre mbl ed, he w:is s o very weak. "lf I wait until an othe r day I p e r haps h all not w r i te at a ll. I'll let it go. He read it onc e more, and s i g n e d himself : "Your affe ct i o n ate n ephe w "LES LIE NORTON!' Then he adde d a p os t s cript, whi c h look e d to him th e m os t important part of the l e tt e r : "P. S.-I shall s tay here un til I hear f rn m yo11." The deed wa s d o n e th e l etter drop p e d i n t h e box, and i n l es s than two hour_s th e R o od. s t e am e r A.t/ios left t h e h:\rbor and turned its bow 111 the direct10n o f N e w Y o r k CHAPTER XVI. I TUE LAWYER N E .\RLY SPOILS ALL. Lawyer Caswell was one of th e old-e s tab l i sh e d o f N e w York He kn e w more family S!!Cre ts a nd histori es th a n any ot her p e r son in the whole State . When Dr. W e lland wrote him a b o ut t he my st ery o f L eslie N o rtor, he read the letter ov e r s e v e r a l t i m es . . "N me s ee-Peter .. Norto n y es, ]J,es 111 th e col o m a l house-ought to hand it ov e r to hi s S ta t e a s a mus e um-d a b b l es 111 flying machines, loves orchids and i t worth-ho w much?" In this way he m e ditated in the s olitud e of his o wn luxurio u s ly furnish e d private office. He op e ned his safe and took therefrom a nicely b o und b oo k, indexed l i ke a ledger. He pa s s e d hi s fing e r dow1Hhe index until he r e ached N T h e n he open e d the book and turne d t o the page whi c h had been name d opposite N o rton Pete r ," in the index. "Norton Peter son of Peter, uilm a rried, hao sister Susan married ( w'hich see) ; o ne child ; now \iving. with Peter at Knowlhurst. Old Peter. married sec o nd tim e ; is s ue, Paul, who married Annie Leslie. leaving. one son, Lesli e ; iss ue, Eleanor who marrie d a man named Loring { wluch see) ; i ssue, E l eanor; now at Ki1owlhurst." ..... This bold outline of biography Caswell "So Les lie is the son of Paul, who was half-brother of Peter-go o d ." Then h e look e d d o wn the page and read: "Kno wlhurst worth a s an e state forty or fifty thousand dollar s ; if c u t up i n t o sm alle r estate s w o uld realize do;.1ble .. !"eter supp o sed to be w o rth a hundre d t hous a nd 111 good secuntles, and a like am ount in t he b a nk ." C as w ell clos e d bis book, replaced it in the safe, locked the d oor c arefully, an d s at d o wn at hi s d e sk. "This is how it sta nds ; Leslie claims to be nephew. As one of the next of kin his s h a re would b e l e t u s s a y, on e-t hird. Tha t w o uld be worth fighting for. But, s upp o se Peter b a s made ? will. H e can give ev e ry r e d cent t o th e oth e r s Ba.d for the W o uld Peter fig h t ? H e mig ht, for he 1 s ob st111ate, and 1f he did the cla im ant w o uld g e t n o thin g L e t me see Welland says the boy h as no m o n ey. Tha t i s b a d for who could p a y the lawyers?" It was Saturday, and Ca s w e ll r elig i o usly clos e d h l s office at one o clock. In st ead o f going h o me, h e t oo k train to Knowlhurs t. Pete r Norto n was awa y. but Ca s well was charmed with Moore Burne tt. There wa s an o p e nn e s s about th e young man whi c h was fa s cin a tin g . Sh r ewd. cu n n ing and cri t ir a l as the la w y e r was he fell mto the sn a r e s of th e n e phew, and b efo r e h e l e f t h a d made his_ mind that i f on e h o n e s t, ca ndid, innocent JQung man existed m t11e w o r l d it wa s M oo r e B u rn e tt. The subject of L eslie b a d n o t been broac h e d ; the lawyer had inv e n te d s o me o t h e r e x cu s e for entering Kn ow lhurst. I t wa s Moore who first m e ntion e d his cousin. ;\ f y u ncle h a s sl'fYere d v e ry mn c h ov e r the l o ss of his n e phew h e said ..A nd. inde ed, it w a s a sa d blo w ." .. Nep h e w ? D i d h e die_?" as k e d C as w ell. '' Sir, it w a s r ea lly t ra g i c I n e arly w ent mad o v e r 1t. H e w as o n hi s w a y here, and the steamer was wrecked ; he was th e only o n e l ost." \ V:is h e d row n ed?" "There i s n o d o ubt a f th a t." ''His b o dy r e sts th e n I SL!ppose, wit h th e N orton ki n?" '' His b o d y w a s n 1 er fouhd, sir. Poor uncle has borne it very ba dly; it h a s a ge d h im--" "Di d h e l o v e his n ep hew?., "We never sa w him." Mcore

BRA VE AND BOLD. 19 CHAPTER XVII. "HOW SMALL THE WORLD REALLY rs.'" "My dear Nelson, [don't think you have the ghost of a chance." "You don't?" "No. My lawyer is the best in the States, and he advises-, : 'What?" ''That a letter be written to Peter Norton, a nd if, after stating the facts, or what you believe to be facts, he refuses to acknowl ed ge the young man, t h en let the matter drop." "That would be unjust." "'Why would it? L es lie says he always doubted whether he would be welcome, and what worse off will h e be?" "My lawyer h as b een to see Peter No rton."\ Nelson bit hi s lip to prevent him sel f usiqg a very ex-pr('ssio n. The act controlle d him mind, and he asked very quietly: "What did Mr. Norton say?" "He did n ot see him." "I thought you said he had. "No, I. sai d h e w ent to see him, but Norton was away; the young nephew was there--" "And your l awyer went and blabbed the whole thing to him." "It appears so " S9, we are di s hed." I Clo not understand." "Don't you? That young fellow, Moore Burnett, wants to keep L eslie out of the way and-" / "Well?" "He is our enemy." "Are you sure?" "Positive." "Caswell thinks him a nice young fell ow, as open as daylight, a nd as clear as a c r ys t al." "Then all I can say i s that your lawyer is not as smart as you t h ink him. How long will it be before Leslie can travel?" "He has made wonderful progress and will be as strong as ever he was, mentally, in a month." "Must he stay h e re as long as that?" "It would be bett e r ." 'll/hil e Nelson and the d octor were discussing L es lie Norton, that young man was trying to solve a difficult probl em. He was awaiting a letter from hi s uncle, but was, he felt, a burden on good, kind-hearted Sarah Melsham. She professed that h e was the gre atest assistance to h e r but he knew she could get a l o n g just as well without h im. He was walking through the streets, wondering h ow he could obtai n some m oney. He happ e ned to c atc h sight of the newsp a p e r office and saw the boys pasting the advertisement s h eets on a bulletin-bo a rd. "W ANTED.-A young man, good address, quick at figures and rapid writer; temporary situation only." The advertisement was a new one, the place near by, and Les lie hurrie d to make application. A clerk was in a mercantile office to supply the pl ace of one who was s ick. Leslie had the good address requir e d he was pleas'ing and his m an n e r courteous; he showed what he could do in t h e way of wri ting and worked out an invoice so quickly that the merchant wa s well ple ase d. ,.... "It is only for a month " I shonld be pleased to take it." "You loo k d e licate." "I have be e n sick, sir, but feel better now. I suppose you would lik e to h a ve reference s ? ":N"o. Don't care about them. If I like a p e rs o n's loo ks I trust" them; if I don't, it would ilot matte r to me if "they were recom mend e d by the governor-general. I think I will try you." "Thank you, sir." Sal ary was discussed, and Leslie was agreeably surprised at the liberal sum offered him. In fact, Mollins & Westover believed in paying well for ,ths: work done for them. They always had e_fficient serv ice rendered in r eturn, apd many a man, who would idle elsewhere, worked as though he had a stake ih the business. There was not a more surprised man in Jamaica than Nelso n when Leslie said, in a most casual manner: "I iO to the office at eight-thirty in the morning." "Office-what office?" The n he explained, and Nelson was in cline d to be angry. "It' s not tre at ing me fair. Didn't I t ell you I looked tipon you as m y ow n boy, and now, after all my instructions, you've gone and departed from the m." r am sorry you see it in that li g ht." "Never m ind. You're a briek, and will get on. Only don't go and hurt yoursi;_l f W hat did you say the name was?" "Mollins & Westover." "Ah good firm. Have a place in New York. Deal e rs in all sorts of West Indi a goods, from rum to palm-trees. I wonderbut there--" "\Vhat ?" "Only a coincide ce." "Coincidence?" "Yes; have you forgotten that sport who was on the Lone Star J ake Westover?" "'No." "Same name." ; ;Not h i n g i n t hat. There are lc;its of Westovers in the world." S o t h e r e so. there a re. Well good luck to you my boy." E v ery mail L eslie looked for a letter from his uncle, but none came. r a m not wanted, I am n ot wanted." Many a time he repeat e d that, and once in the hearing of Nels on. "Gammo n and spinach!" exclaim e d t hat old salt. "Not wanted I I tell y o u the old m a n loves you. There's foul play at work somewhere-mark m e if t h e re isn't." In th e m ea ntim e Le slie was m a king a good name fdr himself in the office of Mollins & Westover, and when his month expired they were sorry to lose him "Norton, how would you like New York?" "!--" "Of course you don't know wh a t I mean; but I have just had a letter from the office th e re. I can pnt you in as good a berth a s any young m an h as. \,Yill you accept?" "Yo u are too good." "No, I a m n ot. I know wh e n I am w e ll served. Only one thing -don't get l e d away. I am afraid things are not lo oked after as the y sh o u ld b e My cousin is a great s p o rt, and neglects the bu siness." "Your cousin?" "Yes, Norton; he is in charge; but he is away half the time'; for Jake Westover would go a thousand miles to see a boxing-bou t." '"Jake Westover sir?" "Yes. Read the n ame in the pap ers?" I think I h ave met him." "Ha Ye yon? Where?" "Ther e was a gent le man of that name on the steamer Lone S tar--" "That was Jake; he was wrecked." "So was I, s ir." The n cam e expla n ations, an d whe n a ll was told to Nelson he got up, walk e d to a little book-case i n his room and took down on e containing a s e lectio n of qnotadons. "Wasn' t sure about my quotatio n L eslie, "but here it is. It seems writte n on pu r pose for this occasion." And Nelson read with but poor emphasis and entirely disre:: garding punctuation : 'There's 'a divin{ty that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.'" CHAPTER XVIII. WHO CAN HE BE? P e t e r Norton nev e r rec e ived Lesli e's letter from Jamaica. Moore saw it, and as the writing was strange he OP,ened It. "Whew!" A prolonged whistle marked his s urprise "Great Scott! This is a pretty kittle of fish I I have it That old fellow who was here kn e w of this l ette r coming. It is a plot, a conspiracy. Shall I show it to unde? No, I guess not. I--What does it say? That he will stay in Jamaica until he h ea rs from uncle. Let him stay." That night Moore opened Peter's desk and found the letters written from Texas by Leslie.


20 BRAVE AND BOLD. He carefully compared them, and the perspiration stood in great beads on his face. There was a striking resemblance in the writing. Fearful of beit1g di scoyered, he took the letters to hi s room, carefully locking the desk again. Where did he get his key? His m1cle had no idea at1y one but himself possessed one . Bnt Moore had abstracted his uncle 's, and had made a wax cast, from which it was very easy to get a key m a de. He destroved the letter. was it fancy? Wa.s his brain giving way? He had thrown the letter into the fire, but it seeme d as though it would not be d est royed The paper burned, but the writing was as legible as ever. He gave the charred paper a touch with the poker, and the letter was no more; but one little piece floated away and r<"ste a ked: ''Jf the organist had be e n some de c r epit old man, instead of a giddy young girl, would vou h a ve said so?" "The n1usic itself answers that." ''ln what wav ?" ''No decrep it. old man could have made the organ speak so soulfuUv." J .'es lie how necessary it was that th<'y should know C'ach other, and yet hesitated to tell her hi trne name. Itt almost brusque words he told her hi s name was Richard N el i;on, and the very moment he had uttere d the falsehood he felt h e would like to tear the tongue from his mouth. "T am Eleanor Loring." For three Sundays these young people met, and ere the last


BRA VE AND BOLD. 21 hour had on that third Sunday, eac h felt that the days would be l ong, and the time hang he avily before the next Sunday came around. CHAPTER XX. NELSON'S STRATEGY. Captain Nelson did not believe in trusting everything to lawyers. He had, as we know, but little in them. When next the ship which he commanded put into port, he nianaged to get a day ashore, and without saying a word to Leslie, he started for Knowlhurst. ehon h ad learned the art of diplomacy, and so had been care ful to read up on the s ubjects or orch ids. He waddle d up the carriage-drive carrying a bundle. It was a very common-looking bundle, for a red pocket handkerchief, w ith th e corners tied t ogether, was the outside covering. I-le r e ach ed the h o u se.Peter was tandiog on the f o n t steps as the captain walked up the drive. Old Norton r ecognized Nelson, and a smile passed over his face. "I hav e a moss for you in my bundle." said Nelson, "a moss well adapted for o rchids. Brought it from Jamaica fo r you." "You a r e very kind ." "No, I am n ot. It i s the least I can do for your nevvy." "l\[y n ephew. Alas!" 'Ye ; heard anything since?" "Not a word." "Sure ?" only that some imposter was going to make a claim." "Oh! imp oster, eh? Why. I ll liave to find out about that, because--" The captain hesitated. His tact was deserting him, and he very nearly disclosed his secret; he shook him elf and quickly suggested that Norton s h o u ld just take a g l ance at the moss. So d elighted be came Peter Norton over the mo ss whic h was a kind of lichen h e had l ong wanted to obtain, that he declared Cap- ta in Nelso n to be the best man that ever t rod a d eck si nce the days of Columbus. .. If only young Le ter was h e re now--" But he is dead." Nelson clo ed one eye. placed his finger to his nose, and looked as comical as 1 clown in a circu s. "My e teemed forerunner, Cap'n Cuttle, allus made a note of what he knew, and so do I. And if I says that Leslie may be al i ve, well, perhaps he is alive." "Hush, hush! Do you believe it?" "What?" "That there is a co n spiracy afloat?" "Plenty of them, sir; they a r e as thick as blackberries in summer." "'Bu t to foist upon me a bogus nephew." "'No, si r ; there i s not a man living could do it, but-what have yon heard?" ''A lawyer from the city was h e r e pumping, cross-examining and trying all art o n M?ore; but the young fellow aw through lmn and sent him to the nght :!.bout very quickly." "But-well, I can't keep a secret any better than the whale could k ee p Jonah; it'. got to come-Leslie Norton is alive! Peter Norton staggered back, and threw h imself somewhat heavily, on the "'Have you proof? "I knew Leslie; I wa with him three days on t he Lone Star--" "'Go on, si r." "And I know where he i s to b e found now." "Who else can swear to the id entity of-of this-this clai m a nt?" "I-great Heaven I you don't n eed more evidence d o you?" 1 do. I am ready to welcome Les l ie, but I must n eve r dm1bt his id e ntity. couldn't if you once met him. By the way, have you any portrait of him?" "I have not." "How would you have recogni ze d him?" "He would have come st raight to me, and, of course, there would be no doubt." "I will bring him." "No, I respect you, Captain Nelson, but, old as I am, lam n o t in my secon d childhood. Les lie Norton 1s dead. If he had been Jiving he would have written to me." "He did write." "It i s false!" "How dare you? W h y, Peter Norton, if you were not an old mai;i, I--" "What would you do?" asked Moore, entering at the time. The was ludicrous. Tall, dignifi ed Peter Norton-short, fat Gaptam Nelson-:-the o n e standing in the attitude of thr eatenmg, the oth e r lookmg down with contempt o n his short and squatty adversary. "What would you do? Uncle, leave t h is so n of a sea cook to me." "What do you call me? Hang me, sir! but if I had you on my ship, you should know the meaning o f a rope's end." I have no doubt, but I am here; and unless you leave by the door very quickly, you shall by the window." Had not Eleanor entered,. there would doubtless have been an unple?tsant rencounter between the youthful athlete and the podgy c ap ta m. 1 "My dear, this is no pi ace for you." "Is it no t, uncle? This i s an old friend of mine. I think you have not forgotten me?" '"No, no, dear young lady, I remembe r you, and yo u s poke kindly "Do yo u know a Richard Nelson? He is in a shipping office in 'New York. "My dear, how sho uid he?" "But h e is a sea captain, and Richard--" "Who is Richard Nelson, Nelly?" "A friend of mine, uncle, one of the nicest young men I ever m et. He can talk of so many things." J nd eed I and what .do you know of young men?" Eleanor laughed with a m e r ry, ilvery mirth and insiste d on the going. to see her pet canaries, fo r was proud of h e r b1rds-111 fact, Ju s t as pro ud a s o ld Peter was of his o r ch id s. Uncle" we s hall be robbed by these imposters eve n yet." "No, .Moore, I am too sharp for them; but if L es li e is alive--" '"He 1s not ." '' I do not think h e is, but--" "Uncle, I do believe anv old crank could tal k you into anything." In t h e meantime had captivated Nel so n, and under pretense of the canaries had talked earnestly and s inc e rely "'Is it true that cousin L eslie is alive?" "Indeed it is, f"Ii ss Loring." "Th en why d

22 BRA VE AND BOLD, Jake Westover was interested in "backing" a man who was spoken of as "The Unknown." Leslie was very anxious for his return, inasmuch p.s he wished for his identification. But the weeks passed along and the hot days of July had merged into the still more sultry ones of August, when Leslie was beginning to think his employer would never return, that Jake Westover did really walk into the New York office. He looked di sgusted with himself and everybody else; but when he saw Les lie his face assumed a new expression. "Young fellow, where did you spring from?" he asked. "Jamaica, sir "'Jamaica, eh? Well, it 1s remarkable! I could have sworn--" "That you had seen me before, sir?" "Yes.'' "Where?" "Now you will laugh at me, for I was going to say you traveled from Texas on the same steamer I did." "The Lone Start" "That was the one." "Who are you?" "Whom do you think I am?" asked Leslie. "Leslie Norton." "You are right, Mr. V/ estover." "But I thought you were drowned." "l do not think I was, or I should not be in your employ." Several sporting men entered the office, and as with one accord, asked: "Are you back, Jake?" They could see that he was. There was not the least donbt about it, yet they asked the question in all seriousness, and he answered just as seriously. "Yes ; landed last night, tired a a dog, and cussing the world in general" "It's off, isn't it" "Yes, found out just in time." "It is true, then?" "True as gospel. My unkmiwn was all ready for the mill, and trained beautifully, but the thing was to be a hippodrome." "How?" "The unknown wa s to let himself be beaten, and the winner was to him half the purse." Great Scott! And I had .a pony on it." "A pony! I had twenty ponies and a lot of horses besides," Jake la4ghingly retorted. "To bt serious, if the mill had gone on I should have lost twenty thousand." "Great Scott I" "I found out just in time. But no sooner do I come bac-k a wiser man, than I am met in my office here by a man risen from the dead." "What?" "Fact. Leslie, where are you?" '',Here sir. I wiH be wi1h you in a moment." "Fact f Here he is. That young fellow w a s drowned, out to sea, eaten by the fishes, and now a very respected clerk in my employ tells me he has seen his tombstone." "Tablet, sir." "Same thing, 'Sacred to the memory' kind of business-drowned, dead and eaten by sharks-it's as g-ood as a romance. Then there is a big estate all belonging to hiir--" "No, sir, I only--" "Don't interrupt me, Leslie. I like to tell the story in my own way." Westover told such a yarn that his friends opened their eyes in astonishm e nt, and each in turn invit e d L e slie \o go out with him, and each offeri>d "to set 'em up which vulag a r expression meant that each one would, congratulate Leslie on his rescue from death. by oaying for that eni>my which men too often "put into their mouths to steal away their brains." Westover was quite proud of the way in which his friends lionized Leslie. 1 The clerk had become quite a public character, and his employer was delighted. But when, on the following morning, one of the papers had the whole story printed, with sensational headlines and equally sen sational details, the name only of the party referred to omitted, the deficiency being made good by means of long dashes, Leslie waa annoyed. "THE SEA GIVES UP ITS DEAD I" Leslie read the headline, and at first was to laugh, but when the next line declared that "The Dead Returned to Claim an Immense Estate," he was angry, and entered Jake Westover's private office in a high state of excitement. "Mr. Westover, do you see that?" pointing to the article. "Yes, and' a blamed good article it is." "But it is 1;1ot the truth!" "The truth? Surely you do not go to the daily papers for such a scarce article, do you? My dear .young fellow, it is just as true as most of the sensational articles." "But I have no right to my uncle's estate--" "Stuff and nonsense I Why, Leslie, let the people believe all that article says, and your fortune is made. I could give you a hundred a week go and tell your experiences on the stage." Leslie was so thoroughly enraged that he could not say another word, but returned to his desk in the outer office, disinclined for work, and yet not knowing what to do. Peter Norton read the article, and his face bore an expression cf anxiety utterly foreign to it. Madam Dupont declared that it made "her creep," whatever she meant by that, and Eleanor said that she had been expecting something to be made p u blic soon. Moore was furious. but he calmed himself and songht his uncle. "Seen the paper, uncle?" "Yes." "The conspirators have struck the first blow." "So it appears." "This claimant says he is heir to a very large estate. I fhought Leslie was poor, and certainly he is not heir to your property, uncle." "Who said he wasn't?" "No one but--" "The is mine, and if I like to give it all to a society for the maintenance of vagrant crats, whose right is it to interfere?" "The State--" "I know what is in your mind. Moo re. Because I have educate d you and Nelly, you have thought I should bequeath you all I possess. I never said so, did I?" "No, sir." "Then don'1 think of such a thing in future. You have a profession, or will have one; work at it and make a living for yourself. I will provide for Nelly until she marries." "And 1hcn?" "\Vhy. he r husband will have to keep her of course." Moore was in no humor to talk further; his uncle was in too strange a mood. He returned to his own room, and locking the door, clinched his hands and ground his teeth with rage. "He hcts m a de a will. I know he has, but where can he have placed it? If only I could find it." Leslie would have stood but a poor chance if left to the tender mercies of h i s cousin. "That other will. I know where that is: it would suit mP. Let me see, its provisicns were that the property W'S to be divic! e d be tween Eleanor and myself. No, not exac1ly that, but it amotlnted to the same thing. for after giving twenty thousands dollars to each of us, it provided that the skull and contents of the workshop should go to Leslie. if liv ing; and 1hen we were to be 1he residuary legatees. So oractically we should inherit everything." Moore talked as thoug h he had a client to whom he was explaining the provisions of a will. "But there was a l ater will. What has uncle done with it? The old fellow is mad-stark, staring mad. I wish he would die." Peter Norton dismissed 1he sensational article from his mind for the time and entered the greenhouse. The tulip was about to open its beautiful leaves and display its rich color. He was so absorbed in his contempla1ion of the tulip, whose leaves we r e beginning to open, 1hat he never once thought of the sensational artick which was being talked of by hundreds of thousands of his fellow-citizens. All day he sat by the side of the tulip, but the day was spent in vain; the sun went down and the leaves closed up tighter in order that it might. like tired humanity, repose. Moore was up early next morning-in order that he might secure the papers before any one else in the house saw them. Four morning chroniclers of the.great events of the preceding day had long articles about the mysterious claimant, and three had portraits differing from each other, yet each purportin g t o be the


BR AVE AND BOLD "counterfeit of the unknown; not one, however, bore the slightest resemblance to Leslie. Our young hero managed to keep his name out of the papers, for \ii/ estover, alarmed at the clerk's anno:yance at the publicity, had begged hi s friends to conceal t h e identity of the claimant. But J.,es,lie felt that every one mus t know hip1, and he deter-mined to go and see his tincle. Bt1t as the French say: "L'homme propose et Dieit dispose," so L eslie found ii. Dr. Allan w elland had retltrned to New York, aqd having learned l;eslie's address, called to see hi1p. Leslie was glad to see t! .. bright and happy face of the great specialist who had restored his reason, 'and thanked him many times. 'I did not come on a passenger steamer," said. the doctor. "How t\1en ?" "With your o ld friend, Nelson." "Not very pleasant." "No, but yet just what I wanted. r like t9 rough it at times. \.\ 'hat i s aJI this fu ss they are making about you?" Again Leslie den. ied all knpv

BRA VE AND BOLD. ."In Texas? Have you been there? What part of Texas? My cousin, the on" who is said to have been drowned, came from there. Do you know Galveston?" Eleanor rattled along with her questions, so that it was im possible for Leslie to answe r them, and perhaps it was fortunate, for it gave him an opportunity to recover his sang froid. He had let slip words he wished he could recall, and yet only that very morning he had partly resolved he would reveal his identity. "I said she now Jived in Texas." "Oh!" Eleanor was silent for some moments, and seemed in doubt whether she ought not to make some e x cuse to leave him and go home. There was a mutual fascination which overcame a-II scruples, and the two walked along until the Knowlhurst gate was reached. "Will you not come al)d oe introduced to my uncle?" "I should like it of all things, but--" "He already ln10ws your name, and that I am acquainted with you." Leslie was in a quandary. He knew it was wrong to meet and walk with Eleanor, and refuse to make the acquaintance of her friends; but he was cer tain it wollld be against his own interests to do so under an assumed name. While he hesitated, he heard some one speaking in almost angry tones. Then another voice smote on his ear, and he wished he was a mile away, for that other voice belonged to Captl:li\1 Nelson without a doubt. "My uncle," said Eleanor, as Peter spoke loudly. "My nephew, sir, would never go to a lawyer and get him to threaten," he was saying. "It was against your nephew's wish altogether," answered Nelson. "I'll not believe it, sir, I'll not believe it. This is a free coun try. Don't tell me a young man is drag ged to a lawyer's and made to do that which his soul would abhor. No. Captain Nel son, this young fellow is an arrant imposter, take my word for it. :Your innocent heart has been imposed upQn. You sailors are no good on land." "But--" Nelson pause Leslie was standing only a few feet away, a arbor hedge only separating him from his friend He was trembling, and Eleanor was alarmed. Was her friend sub ject to heart failure? She feared so, and was sorry, for s he had learned to respect him more than any one she had ever known. Nelson h a d paused, and Norton wondered at the sudden trans formation in the captain, for Ile, too, had become as white as his bronzed skin would allow. Peter Norton saw the captain staring in the direction of the hedge, and his eyes fell on Eleanor. "My niece I Eleanor!" "Yes, uncle ." Suddenly P e ter Norton's face became purple with e.."'<:citement "Who is that-young-man?" "Mr. Richard Nelson." Leslie stepped forward. "No, sir; that is not my name though it is the one I gave to Miss Loring. I am Leslie Norton, your nephew." : ''That you are, my boy;" spoke up Captain N elson; "but T am right 1>0.rry you should ever have used the name Sarah Melsham gave you." Peter Norton was furious, Turning on Nelson with almost savage earnestness, he glared at him, too much agitated to speak at first. "I thought you innocent." he said, when he had controlled him self sufficiently to be able to speak. "I see I was very much mis taken. So you want to foist your own son on me as my nephew? This, then, is the claimant? Boy! thank Heaven this matter has been exposed in time. Learn a lesson from it. Honesty pays best at all times." "Mr. Norton, hear me." "There is nothing you can say that I would wish to hear." "You do an injustice-I will speak. Your younger brother, Paul, may have done wrong in marrying sweet Annie Leslie, but she was a good wife and a good mother." "Hush! Your parrot talk only enrages me. ls it not enough that you have dared to assume the name of one whose body lies in the Atlantic--" "Uncle-fylr. Norton, I know appearances are against me. I know that for weeks my reason had left my brain, and I was like a child without memory, but I wrote you from Jamaica. I asked you to write me a line. I don't want any of your money. I would refuse to touch it, but I promised my mother that--" "Hush. I tell yoi.1 Do not dare to mention her." ''I promised her I would c o me and see you--" -"It is enough. You are an imposter. Go, leave my grounds, or w.ill. order you to be thrown out. Let me never see Y

BRAVE AND BOLD. "I know it, and I esteem you more than any man I ever met, except my own father." . vVhile this conversation was proceeding Peter Norton was pacing the library floor uneasily He was very angry. He knew he had been cruel to Eleanor, and was all the more annoyed becatise she did not complain . She had gone to her own room, and her eyes were red and. hot. She could not weep, for pride forbade the flowing of the tears. "He shall not think he hurt me," she corltinued r epeat ing to herself. Moore was in TTenton, and wo uld not be back until the even ing, or maybe the next d ay, and she was glad that it was so. Norton sent for her. She entered the library as and upright as the figure in armor, and as proud as any gir. l could be. "Elean or, how did you get to \m ow that-that-boy?" "I was pl aying the organ in the churc;h, and I heard so. me one fall c1own. I looked from the gallery and saw him, on the floor." "\,\'ell?" "He had fainted at the sight of the tablet to the memory of Leslie--" "Acting. He has been well drilled ." "He was not acting; he had really fainted." "Indeed! What did you do?" "I tried to restore him." "Of course." "Then I helped him to walk, he was so weak." "Poor creature!" Eleanor look e d to see whether it was sympathy or sneering which had caused h e r uncle to utter those two \\ords, and she soon satisfied hers e lf that he h a d no sympathy with Le slie. "You have met h i m often since?" "Two or three time&.': "By arrangement?" "No, uncle; the meet'ing s were ptirely accidental.'' "He wall loafing arou11d here tq coach himself up in the tory of the family. I suppose he asked you a number of ques tions?" That was the first moment Eleanor felt any d ou bt. She remember e d that Leslie had inquired very closely about her mis s ing cousin, and asked if she h a d eve r seen him. Y es uncle, he did as k me some questions." "What were they ?" "He asked if you were much annoyed when you heai:d that L es lie was com ing to see you." "Anything else? "Yes, he wanted to know whether you suffered when the report of hi'S drowning was recei ve d.'' "Of course." "Unc1e, does not your heart' te11 y0u that h e is really your nephew?" "No." "Sure?,,,. Is there no feeling?" "No, Eleanor Neve r m entio n his n a me again; it is annoying to me. If I had done my duty I should have sent for the police." "Uncle; look at this portraiL" Taken unaw

BRAVE AND BOLD. "I wish you could. Tom, old fellow, we shall be chums all our live s." "Of course." "And we'll stand by each other, come what may?" "Certainly.'' "Give me your hand on it." -"What ab out that story of your cousin rdurning to life?" "A fake!", "I don't think so." 'Do n't you? Vl ell, I do. I tell you there isn't a shadow of truth in it." "If I were you I would not be so su re of that." "Anyway, I've fixed it all. If all the people of New York swore this fellow was my cousin, uncle would never believe it.'' "Good thing for your sake.'' "I a m the favorite, anyway, and--Hello! did you see any thing?" "No; what?" "I thought I could see two men moving about by the trees there.'' I didn 't. 'Rolling home in--'" Moore's hand, sud denly clappcl o\er Tom's mouth, stopped t h e song. "Hush! Uncle "-c:iuld n eve r forgive you .if he heard." Moore reached the h ouse. It was all in darkness, for the good people went to bed early. Moore ope ned the door and bade Tom follow him quietly up-stairs to hi s own room. "Not a word-on your life, not a word!" Like culprits, the two young fell ows ascended the stai rs and en te r ed Moore's room. The door was closed and locked and not until then did he light the lamp. "I, don't feel sleepy, do you ?" "No, do you?" ... Then both laughed at the idiocy of the repeated question. "I could drink the ocean dry, I am so t hirsty," said 'fom. "I have some seltzer." -"And--" "Nothing else.'' "Great Scott I What a gbod boy you are! Only seltzer. Well, let me h ave some, for I am thirst y." Moore had honor 'left to cause .him to be d isgusted with his friend. H e wished he had not Invited h i m. and even wondered whether he c ou l d not get rid of him before his uncle was stirring in the morning. Toni however; was rtot one to take a hint, and it was very. improbable that he would be so easily got rid of. .. It was close upon midnight. Eleanor had been unable to sleep, and several times had looked frorri the window into the dim night. She could not tell why she d id so, except that she was.of a romantic cli"s po s ition .. . ,, .Peter Norton slept soundly, as did '.\.Iadam Dupont.' One o'clock. and Mo o r e was sleeping heavily, while, i n th,. same b ed, Tom King tossed aboul, wondering why h e was there. He heard a otrange 1io'ise. Ncit the" !east bit n ervoi1s he sat up in bed to listen. He fancied he heard some o ne trying to get irito the house. "'Moo re ," he whi'spe red, : Moore. wake ttu, I sav !" "'What is it?" "Listen." "Bah! Some cats playing hidec-and-go-seek in the bushes." :.\.Nloore tTurned over in-._hi s bed anc\ agairi s.uccumbed to s leep ot so om. ... . He qui etly slipped out of bed and begi}n to dress .. ''I wish I had my p isfo l ," h e nrnhernd. "for I am 'sure sonie-i;onc is trying to .get in." He listened attenti vely. All .was still. after all, he had been dece1vcd. Ji!'! began to feel s illy. Dressed, or partly so, and merely because he heard a strange noise in a house ''-'.here he wa,s sleeping for the first time. He looked out of the window, but noth ing could be seen. The night seemed unusually dark for Augus t. He was just about undressing again when he heard a repetition the n .Qise. Leslie had stayed in the hydran geas unti l he had become thoroughly sleepy. Once he felt himself loosing all con c iousnes s, and sleep would have overpowered him had not Moore passed just at the time, and the rollicking chorus started by Tom aroused him. Again he was nearly asleep, and might have given way, but a ru st ling of the bus hes and the loud 1'1eows of a couple of cats made him jump. He had waited for the SUSJ?ected c.rooks, and was getting tired. Never 011ce did he thipk that they might try the .rear of the house All his attention was fixed on the front. A man, one of those s uspected by Leslie. had reached the back of the house and was slowly but surely climbing up a wistaria vine to a window whi c h had been left open. Les l ie, getting tired aud cramped, and thinking his vigil had been in vain, left his retreat and walked across the lawn. Although on the look-out for trouble, he was m o m enta rily off his guard. A sudden shock to his nerves was occasioned by con1ing un expectedly on a man crouched among the shrubs. Leslie wished he had a good pi s tol, but as he had not, h e must make use of his wits. A s i lver match afe wa s in his jacket pocket, on the one end of which was a s mall guillotine for cutting off t h e ends of cigars By relea s ing the spring a click was made, very like that caused by the lifting of the hammer of a pistol. "Utter a sound and you are a dead man!" exclaimed Leslie, quietly. "Hand me your weapon s ." The man gave up a revolver, which Leslie to his left liand, putting the match-safe in h is pocket. "Any other weapon?" "No 'Surlie .sprung forward, .and by the aid of.the vine climbed up to tht! r ooi Of the hot-hous e dropped i n and mi.. ve chase. to the \\1.1\

BR A VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XXV. UNDER HIS UNCLE'S ROOF. Tom King's grip was like that of a steel vise, and it was fortunate that Peter Norton arrived just. when he did, or the young claimant would have been strangled. "So, sir, not satisfied with claiming to be my nephew, you burglaTize the house. What did you expect to find?" "Mr. Norton-believe me-I-I--" Leslie could not articulate clearly, for King's fingers were still pressing on his throat. "Take your hand away, Mr. King. Stay here, I shall have some questions to ask you." When Leslie was free, he shook himself and gulped several times in order that he might get a clear use of his throat again. "Are you not going to track the burgiar ?" he asked, as soon as he could speak." "We have you. Your confederates are of less importance." King asked for permission to explain, and with a natural elo quence condensed the whole particulars of the evening into very few words. Returning to Knowlhurst as Moore's guest, he had a strange premonition of danger which would not allow him to sleep. He said that he dressed, and when he heard a noise, which he could not understand, he tried to investigate. He saw Leslie ascending the wistaria and thought the quickest way to prevent burglary was to cut the vine support. He did so, and the burglar U:ll through the roof of the green house. That in brief was Tom King's story, and its conciseness won the praise of Peter Norton. "You are sure you saw me ascending the vine?" Leslie asked. "Yes; at least you fell through the glass and I caught you." "But suppose I did not fall, but climbed through to try and cap,ture the burglar?" 'Pretty fable!" sneered Moore, who had been the last of the family to arrive on the scene. "Yes, we have caught you in the very act," angrily came from Norton. "Uncle, I am no lawyer, neither am I a detective, but I would like to ask how it is this gentleman-Mr. Nels on-is not bleed ing, when there is a trail of blood right to this place?" Eleanor trembling nervously as she asked the question. She knew that very active interest in behalf of Leslie would injure rather than benefit him. "Will you not hear my story, sir?" "Yes, only I warn you that I may not believe it. I may even use your confession against yourself." "I will take the risk. sir." Leslie was not so concise as King, but he told his story well. It seem e d strange to Norton that thi"s imposter, as he thought him, should wait and watch the house to prevent burglary. "You say you secured one of the burglars?" "I did, sir." ""Where is he to be found?" "I don't think I could take you direct to the place, but I cut down a swing and used the rope." "Mr. King, will you go with Moore to the place indicated and see if there is any truth in the statem ent?" Neither of the young men b e lieved th e re was, but when they saw the man, half through his strugg les to get free, they wondered whether Leslie's story was not right after all. Moore was annoyed. He hoped to annihilate Leslie, for he had found out whq the young man "vVhat are you doing here?" Moore asked, almost savagely. "Can't you see? What's the matter with your eves? Ain't I tied up here?" "Who tied you?" "That's just what riles me. It was a slip of a boy. If it had been a man of my own size, and he had bested me, I could ha' stood it, but he came on me unawares and here I am." "Who was he?" "How should I know? I never set eyes on him afore, and I dunno as I wants to again." "Will you tell my uncle what you weredoing here, and how you came to be captured?" "I'll tell any one, so as I do not go to jail. I neve1 thought" I'd run such a chance, but it was all his doings." "Whose?" "Ain't you caught him?" "Yes." \< Moore he had acted the part of a clever detective, and had caused the man to confess that his capture was all a trick on the part of Leslie, and that the young claimant had planned it so that, if discovered, he might make up a story such as had already been told. The man was led to where Peter Norton aw:dted him. "There, sir! I told you that I had secured one of them," said Leslie, with just a tin!?e of pride in his voice. "That's him!" exclaimed the tough pointing at Leslie. "Uncle, we have unearthed a clever plot. This man was se cured, just as we were told, but it was all a trick, and this per son"-pointing to Leslie-"designed it as a shield for his own wrong doing. This man has honestly confessed he was only the paid agent, or dupe, of this imposter." "Vv hat are you blowin' about?" asked the tough. "You acknowledged that this young man--" "Was the bloke what tied me to the tree." "And your partner or principal." "Holy Smoke! Ha! ha! ha! Excuse me, gen'lemen, for laffin', but who could help it? That there boy came acrost me unawares and tied me up afore I knew where I wa s ::VIy pal what led me into this scrape was a big chap; he knows more jails than I have toes in my boots, and has only been out of Sing Sing a week or so." "I told you so, uncle. I told you I was sure Mr. Nelson was innocent." "Be quiet, Nelly. You do not know the wiles of this wicked world." "But uncle, I--" "Shall I send for the police, uncle, or wait until morning? We can secure these scoundrels in the house." send for the police at once." "I will go, Mr. Norton," said Tom King, "if you will allow n1e." "Very weil, King, but if I were you I would say but little about the case." An hour later two guardians of the public peace were at Knowlhurst, and again the story was told "You say the man cut himself with the glass?" "Yes." "Did any of you see him?" "No." "We caught a man, about an hour ago, who is wanted for murder. He was bleeding from scratches and cuts. He is called--" "Black Ned," spoke up the captured burglar. "Yes, that is one of his names." "That is the man, sir, as tried to climb the vine. I was told to watch the house while he did 1he crooked work." The police, anxious though thC'y alw a ys are to let suspicion rest on any one, candidly told Peter Norton that there was no evidence against Leslie but that it was more than likely the young man had re:ily tried to save the house. Peter Norton had come to the same conclusion, and insisted that Leslie should stay the remainder of the night there, and have bre a kfast in the morning. And that was how Leslie Norton spent the first night under his uncle's roof. CHAPTER XXVI. THE MYSTERY OF THE LOCKET. Leslie did not sleep He was tired and well-nigh exhQ.usted, but fos mind was too agitated for sleep. .Early in the morning a servant knocked at his door. "Mr. Nelson, you are wanted in the library." For a moment Leslie was dazed; he had forgotten he Wa5 known by that n a me. He followed the servant to the library, glad to have an interview with his uncle before breakfast, and to have a chance of escaping the ordeal of sitting at the table with those who believed him to be an imposter. Peter Norton was walking up and down the room as Leslie entered. He paused, pointed to a seat, took one near by, but opposite. all in silence.


. BRA VE AND BOLD. "Mr. Nelson, I have sent for you because all night I have been unea sy. I am thankful for what yoti did last night, and tell you frankly I believe you to be entirely innocent." "I thank you, sir." "Now, if you will be open enough with me, I will try and be your friend. Tell me how you came to claim kinship with me and who it was that suggested it." "May I tell you my story, sir?" "Are you going to maintain that you are Leslie Norton?" "Yes, sir." "I am sorry, for I had hoped to be your friend." "Hear me, sir, and if I offend you, I offer my apology in advance." "Tell your story, then; but I am sorry you have not resolved to be hone t--" "I am honest, sir-indeed I am. When my mother died she begged me to write you. You got that letter, sir?" "Go on." "I sailed from Galveston on the Lone Star. When off the J er sey coast the ve ss el encountered a storm. I was standing watch ing the waves, which towered high above the masts, when I was washed overboard. I knew nothing more until several weeks had passed, and. then I was in J amaica. I heard I had been picked up by some smugglers, who had to flee from the revenue officers, and in the kindness of their hearts they took me with them. My brain had been injured by the shock, and I am told I lost my mem ory and identity until Dr. Allan Welland, who was visiting the West Indies, was called in by Captain Nelson's sister, Sarah Melsham, who had befriended me for so long. "Gradually my memory returned, and I wrote you, sir, saying that I was alive--" "I never got any letter." "And saying that I sho uld never return unless you invited me I obtained a situation in the h ouse of :VIollins & westover, and found in Mr. of the New York branch a fellow-trav eler with me on the Lone Star. It was only when Dr. Welland and Captain Nelson knew that some one was suppressjng my letters and trying to injure me, that I gave permission to Lawyer Cas well to write. But, sir,' I don't want any of your property. Recog nize me as your brother's child and I wilt go away, and you shall never see me again. I will never bring discredit on the name of Norton. Only yesterday, sir, J swore on this locket--" "Where did you get that?" asked Norton, excitedly. "My mother gave it to me on her death bed."' "Let me see it." He took the locket and looked at it long and earnestly. "Whose hair is this?" "My mother's." "And what is behind the hair?" "Nothing. sir." "Yes. there is. Boy, you may be an imposter, but"-he paused -"where did your mother get that locket?" "She told me it was father's, and that it was given to him by his brother in memory of his mother." "She told you that?" "Yes, sir." "Boy, that locket belonged to my father's second wife, and when she died i t came into my hands. 'vVhen my brother Paul left home he for something which had belono-ed to his mother. I gave 11im that locket. It opens, and some of mr, father's hair, as well as that of Paul's mother's, should be there.' The old man touched '1 concealed spring, and the united hair was revealed. "Boy, I almost believe your story. Do not saw a word of this. There is the breakfast-bell. Go, eat h eartily, and come back here aftet breakfast." "I do not--" "Go, I say. Get a good meal. I may want you to go a journey with me." "Business, sir--" "Must wait my pleasure." "May I--" "I will say no more until after you have had your _breakfast. Gol" Peter rung the bell for the e rv anl. "Take this gentleman to the breakfast-room and send madam here--Wait. send madam first; you, sir, can stay here until Madam Dupont comes." A few minutes elapsed before the lady appeared. Leslie looked around the library. his eyes dilating with wonder as he saw all the curiosities of the old colonial mansion. But not a word was spoken by either. Leslie liked the good-natured face of Madam Dupdnt the mo m ent he aw it, and felt that she would be his friend. "Madam, this young man is my guest. Will you entertain him at breakfast, and see to it that he is not insulted--" "Insulted?" "Yes; my nephew sometimes forgets himself. Eleanor, I know, will be courteous." The lady smiled, for she had been Eleanor's confidante. and knew that had placed her heart in Leslie's keeping, though that young claimant did not know it so well as she thought he did. The breakfast was not a cheerful one. Moore turned his back on Leslie, and never spoke: Eleanor felt a con;;traint which was unnatural, and even madam was afraid to talk on anything but the most commonplace subjects, for fear of trenching on forbidden ground. Every one was glad when the meal was over, and Leslie found hi s way back to the library. Eleanor rem embered that she had said to him: I love you," but she did not know whether he heard the words or not. The consciousn ess of uttering them had made her s hy and bash ful, but she was a courageous girl, and managed to control her feelings sufficie n tly to me('t him on hi way to the library. "Mr. Nelson, be of good courage, all will be right," she said, in a whisper. His heart sank within him as he heard her call him "Nelson." "Do you believe I am--" "Leslie Norton? Yes; but I think I like Richard" elson be st." He could understand now, and he felt braver than before. He would fight for recognition and would -win it, for her sake. He found Peter Norton still pacing up and down the library, evidently much disturbed in his mind. "Did you breakfast well?" "Yes, sir." "Have yo u anything else belonging to your father or mother?" "Not much, sir." "What have you?" "A little charm--" '"Charm? What is it like?" "It is half a gold coin, but it h as worn so smooth that I do not know its value. Father said it was very old." "'I should say it was. That came into the Norton family over two hundred years ago. It i s an English guinea-where is it?" "I have carried it sir, around my neck ev!r s inc e father gave it to me." "And you have it now?" Leslie p!1lled a small ribbon which wa unqer hi collar, and sqon had thi:: half coin i11 his hand. ).'le had worn it under his shirt. "Do you see that peculiar mark on the coin?" "Yes, sir.'' "Do you know what i t is?" "No, Mr. Norton." "You were ne\'er told?" "No. sir.'' Norton went to his desk and took therefrom a small box. In that box, on a cushion of soft velvet, repo ed a half coin, s imilar in size to that worn by Leslie. The two were placed together and fitted exactly. "Now do you see what t hat design is?"' "Ye sir. It i s a Greek letter." "Yp11 are right. That coin was divided by my grandfather, and my father gave me one h alf and J;aul the other." "Is not that enough, sir to prove my identity?" "Well, scarcely. You know you may have-" "Stolen them, you were about to say." "No, bought them." But Peter orton l ooked pleasanter than he had done before, and wit hout giving any idea as to where he was going, he left the house in company with Le lie Norton. Our fri end's prospects look ed brighter than they had ever done, but the old proverb often prove true that "'there's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip." The owner of K now lhurst talked but littl e until he had, after taking two tickets for New York, seated himself in a palace car.


BRA VE AND BOL D CHAPTER XXVII. "1 AM MASTER NOW." "Tom, I am the most miserable creature on earth." "\Vhy?'' "Uncle has made up his mind that he h;:is found his n e phew, Les lie." "Don't be too sure of that." "Does it not look so?" "l t l ooks as though the young fellow had a chance to prove his claim." "And he will do it." "\Vhat makes you rh ink so?" "Becau se uncle will b e l ieve any yarn told him." "You know there was n eve r any proof that your cousin was drowned. He may h a v e been saved. Your best policy is to make yourself your uncle"s favorite, and then you will be well provided for." .. l '11 t ell you a scc're t. If th e old man would only die just now I should be all right. L esl ie, if he did turn up, would only haYe an o ld skull and the works hop." .. Then you fear anothe r will being m ade ?" "I think h e did m ake o ne, but 1 cannot find it." "You contradic t yourself." "I [ow?" .. .'\bout the wills If another is made, and you cannot find it, h ow do you know its provi sions?" ''It is dest roved." . Are VO\! sure?" "Pretty well po siti ve. J found so me scraps of p a per, whil'h t \ id e nt!y porti ons oi a will, just after it was believed my consin was drowned." "\"011 arc playi n g high." "And I will win." or lose. "[ will win. I have staked all on one throw. And, if every m a n on earth that fellow as Leslie Norton, he should never inherit Knowlhu r s t." * The train in which Peter Norton and Les lie were seated spe d 011 toward its destination. ;--;orto n read the pap er; Lesl ie was far too excite d to settle his mind on anything. He did not kn o w what Peter Norton intend e d doing. and he was uneasv ah011t his s i tuation. for h e h a d 110 d es ire to lose it. \\' h e n New York w as r eac h e d, Peter as k e d the way to the oflice of Mollins & Westover. ''Y o u must g e t a clay 's ,acation,'' be said. I will satisfy the firrn." "Tha nk you, sir." Leslie l'O ttld not tall:. Hr was foll of anxiety. "Do you Bay Weswv er was a follow-passenger on the Lone Stm?" ''Yes, Mr. Norton." .. Th<'n w e will see \\'h a t he has lo soy." The office was reached. \\' e s to,er was at h ome. L esli<' tel e ph o n e d him, and J ;ike an sw<'rcd that h e w oul d be pleased to see him at OllC'. bnt in t he afternoon h e was to mee t the '"Brnrnma ge m Pet" and "Ni.:k, the who were e. pected to arrive by the ste<1mer at' onethirty. 1\'orton h aile d a co upe, and ordered t h e dri\"Cr to proceed as rap i dly as pos sible to the resid ence of the s portin g .mercha nt. i\1 r. Norton and L eslie found th e sporting merchant in a gy m n asiu1i1 at the b ack of hi s h o use, practicing on the horizontal b a r, while for a11dience he h a d several well kn ow n pugs. By which t.erm we do not mean the noble class of the caJJi11e family, desi gnate d by that name, but th e ignoble memb e r s of the human family who think that man wa s made to pound and pummel hi s urother man. "Ah. L esl i e my boy! Taking another day o ff? I am s ur prised at you. but it is all ri ght: yot1 stic k better 10 busin ess than anv other cl e rk I have eve r known." Leslie introduced P ete r Norton, and th e n J a ke felt it only courteou s t o make his n e w visitors acquain te d with those al ready gath e r ed. "This, Mr. Norton, is the featherweight champion of South Ameri ca. You will remember his great tight with Simmons whom he knocked silly in the third round. And this brave man is lkey ] a co bs, the only representative of his race in the prize-ring. I have great hopes of Ikey. He put a man-goo

B'RA VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XXVIII. MOOR E S H UMILIATIO N Les lie w a lk e d qui e tly down the gravel e d driveway fe e ling very sad at h e art. He h a d n o t s e en much o f hi s uncl e but had be g un to re s p e ct him. Once he h e h eard h i s name calle d s o ftl y but di s mi ss ed the tho u g h t as a ch i m era o f the brai n A ga i n h e h eard it: L es lie!" T h e form o f E l eanor was disce rnibl e t h ro u g h t h e trees, 2.nd tho ugh h e r eyes w ere sw o llen w i t h weep i n g there was a s mil e o n her face as s h e sa w L eslie sto p. L eslie, I ha v e lost m y be s t fri end," s he said, as s he ap-proache d "Yes, Eleanor, and I kn ow y o u s uff e r d ee ply." "What d o yo\1 i n t e nd do in g ? " v V h a t can I do but go b ack to New Yark and attend to bus in e ss?" Will you not stay in the villa ge a d a y o r tw o or until afte r the fun e r al?" "What goo d wo uld it d o ? "I. wis h i t." I will s t ay. I w ould d o a n ythi n g for y o u Your w i s h i s a c ommand to me." ''Th ank you I b e lieve in y o u ." E l ea n o r t h a t is my o n ly c o n so l a t i o n for I l o ve y o u T h e c o u s in s p arte d t h e o ne to g o b ac k t o Kn owl lrnrst, s a d h ea rt e d aud m ou rn fu l t h\!

BRA VE AND BOLD. "Madam Dupont, will you favor me with an interview in the library?" When the lawyer was satisfied that no o ne could overhear the conversation, he a ske d the p ointe d question: "\Vhat do you think of t h e claimant, Le slie Norton?" I think, si r, he is Mr. Norton's h e phew. "Why ?" ''Th ere is a family resemblance and Mr. Norton was too shrew d to r ecog nize him if there was any doubt about the iden tity." "Very good. How does Mr. Burnett feel toward him?" would rather n o t answe r that question." "You arc right; he h as answered it him se lf It i s the doc to r 's wish, m a d a m that no one should enter Norton's room until after -the inquest." No mie sle pt much that night, and all were well pleased when the su n arose ea rly in the morning. Moo r e h a d spent the hours of the night in wondering wheth e r the re was not so me way by which his uncle 's st range condu ct could be investigated and h : o ac t s se t aside. He h a d fully m ade up his mind that h e w o uld con su lt another lawy e r and, it migh t be, s u ccee d in setting th:! lawyers fig hting, if nothing else. The hours dragged r,:ong s lowly, and when th e old-fashioned clock in the h all struck the h our of n oo n there was almost un seemly ha ste in re ach ing th e din ing-room. T h e l awye r look e d puzzled. Someth i ng was w orrying hi:n. Moore had another lawy e r pre s e nt. and briefly explained th at, a ft e r th e very unusual action of his d ea r uncle, he thought it better to be represente d by cou)1s el. "I am convinced," h e said, ''tha t uncle \Y!5 unduly influenc e d by s o me one. He always r e pre se n ted I was his h e ir, and I have a to protect my se lf." "'I a m very much pleas e d to meet my learn ed brothe r, and my task will be a l the easier ," Norton's lawy e r r e marked. "One thing has puzzled me. I dre w a will for Peter N o rton about four months back, but that will I cannot find. It appears, as far as I hav e be e n ab],, to ascertain that some one ha s a dLtplicate k ey of Mr. Norton' s d esk, artd that p e r s on has be e n in the h abit of paying n octurnal visits to the d e s k." Moore turned very whi te wh ile the lawy e r was speaking, but beyond the pallor o f his face h e showed no other signs of ner vou : mess. "If t h e will h as b ee n .abstracted from the d es k, I have autho r ity to find the po ssesso r of the key and th e law s!Jall have it s full course." l'IIoore stood up and confronted hi s uncle's l a wyer. "I h ave a k ey to the d esk ; my uncle gave it to me. Do you charge m e with the will?" '' No, sir; I m a ke no ch arges You say your uncle gave you the key?" "He d i d." "vV h e n ?" "Several m ont hs ago. He t old me I was his h eir and that if anything happ e n ed to him, I should have the key by me, and so save confusion." "You saw n o th ing of a will ?" "Yes, I did." D o you r e member the date?" "No!' "Do you r e m ember the provisio n s o f the will?" Y es, very well." "Look over that"-handing him a document-"is that the will you saw<" "Yes.,,. "Did your uncle know you r ea d the will?" "Yes," an sw e r e d lVloore boldly; "he inv i te d me to re a d it." \Vas that the time wh e n Madam Dupont, walking in h e r sleep, startl e you and you let your candle drop?" "No, I-don't-re memb er-that occ urrence ." O n c e m 0 r e I am so r:y t o h ave t o ;:s k y o n t h es e que t i o n s but my learned brother will see the ntcess ity. vVas it before or after the s uppo sed death of your Cou si n Les lie?" "Befo re ." "Th e re is n ot hing left me but, to read the contents of the only will I can find. The lawy e r adjust ed his s p ecta cles, and read, in a far from e loquent manner, the will which Moore had s ecretly read. Afte r b e qu ests to M a dam Dupont and the servants, the testator beque at h e d twenty thousand dollars each to Moore and Eleanor, th e workroom, t h e orchid-house and the gilded skull to Leslie, should he be alive, and the residue of the property to Moore and Elea nor. T here was si l e nce after t he reading o f the w ill. Moore conversd in a whisper wi t h hi s lawy e r and Eleanor pla ced h e r h a nd in Madam Dupont 's. Prese ntly Moore aros-e. "I find I am executo r under that will, and I now assert my se lf The creature called Leslie Norton i s an impostor; the gen uin e L eslie is dro w n e d, a nd a tabl et in the church proclaims that fact." "But your uncle r e co g n ize d t h e youth." "My uncle was insa ne I can easily prove it, and will do so, if pressed by my en e m ies. The o ld m a n ought to have died be fore. He lived altogeth e r too long. After the funeral l shall close up Knowlhurst, and trave l for a few years i but I shall lea v e in str,uctio n s with my c o un sel to re s ist a ny claims made either by you sir, or by the i m p osto r called L eslie Norton." No o n e attempt ed to interrupt Moore, bLtt a loud ring at the d o orbell ca u s e d a temp orary l ull, and Moo re stoo d, arms folded, w a itin g for the r eturn of the se rv ant who had gone to the door. "Mr L es lie Norton." The nam e f ell like a th und e rbolt on those present. Moore turne d up o n t h e innocent servant. H ow d a re you allow t h at m a n in h e r e ? You shall leave my se rvice at once. And as for you"-turning to L eslie-"! had al r ea dy turned you o ut of th e h ouse Go, o r the p o lice shall be sent for--" "I invited Mr. N orton." Y o u did ? T h e n you can go too. I tell you I am master h e re a nd sh af l assert my s e lf until the courts decide against rne." ''There will be n o n eed of a ny interfere nce of the courts," the lawy e r r e marked. '"You withdraw, th en?" "No sir.'' "Th e n I call up on all her e to witness that I as sert that I ant m aste r h e r e." "Not yet." A p a n e l in t h e wall h a d s lid ba ck and reveal e d the figure of Pete r No rt on. \ V h a t fr i c k is this ?'' sh oute d Moore. "No t ri c k," answered Norton I have only want e d to try you, a:id sec if you w ere worthy to be my h eir." r.:lc::mor cro;s ed t h e r oo m and thrown herself in her uncle's anr.:;. "You are not dead? '"No my dear; I am very much alive." C(-IAPTER XXX. < MEDTCAL MIRACLE. \ Vhc n t h e d oc t o r h a d d e clared th at' he was too late, he really b elieve d P e t e r Norton to b e d ead The little clot of bloorl which h a d fo rm e d on the base of the brain h a d so numbe d him that coma, like ui1to death, had set in. I


BRAVE AND BOLD. A very slight movemenr of the muscles of the neck caused the doctor to try an experiment. He had with him a little pellet of n it re-glycerine. It was a new invention, and the physician trembled at the con sequ en ces of using it. It might d es troy the little vitality left or, on the other hand, it would, perhaps, give life and power to the h ea rt. In Norton's case, the doc to r felt safe in using it, for he was convinced nothing short of the almost miraculous could restore him to life. He opened the old man's teeth, and pl ace d the pellet on his tongue. There was no attempt made at swallO\Ying it. A small quantity of whiskey poured gradually on the tongue, caused the pellet to glide softly down the throat. Presently the effect was seen The nitre-glycerine had di sso lved; the sho ck was felt in every part of the body. Norton's face became purple, then gradllally th e bl oo d diffused itse lf over his body; the shock h a d dispell e d the clot. He opened hi s eyes and looked around; the n closed them, and fell into a calm sleep So absorbed was the doctor in h i s dangerous experiment that h e forgot all about the effect of his previous words to Eleanor. He forgot that all were under .th e belief thoit I orto n was dead. He dare not summon them for a shock mig ht undo all the good he had done. He dare not leave the bed s ide of hi s p atie nt. An hour pass ed. and Norton awoke. ';Have I been sick?" he a s ked "Very." "Did I die?" "What a que s tion! Are you not alive?" "I thought I heard you say you were too late." "I did say so." "And then it seem e d to me t hat my niece, Elean o r, said: 'Poor uncle! I lov e d him so.' Did s h e th i nk I was '" Yes, and they think so still." "I am so g lad. Help me d o ctor. I would give a thousand d o llars to know what th e y think of m e after dt>ath. It i s .not wrong. S e nd for my lawyer, but let all ot h e r s thin k I am d ea d." "But--" "Let th e m arrange for fun e ral, or a ny thing they like--" "I can fix it. They think you die d sudde nly. An inquest must be held. "That is the ver y thing. D o ctor, stand by me. So much d e pends on it." The l awye r came, and entere d into the co n p i r acy. The' result we h ave seen. Moore expose d him se lf compl e tely, and prov e d h o w little he really care d for the llncle who h a d done so much for him. When El eanor h ad thrown h e r se lf in her uncle's arms, the others were about to withdraw, but Norton b a d e all stay. The lawyer explained how even the doct o r had fancied Norton to be d ead, and how the eccentric pati ent had insisted on the harmless ruse "It is not given to many to kr,ow what is said of them after d ea th ,'0 said Peter Norton, "but I have h ea rd all. Moore Burnett, did I ever give you a key to my desk?" "No, sir." "Did I ever tell yoll I made you my sole heir?" "No, sir." "You think me insane. I c:Jverheard your conversation with your cousin, some time ago; that was why I executed a deed of trust, which the lawyer explained to you yesterday. I guarded against your pl ots What would you gain by the will you found? I had secreted the other. Where, do you think? In the gilded skull, and in that skull, also, was the deed to Knowlhurst, duly executed in favor of Leslie Norton. That skull was worth two hundred thousand dollars to Leslie, whom I welcome to-day as my nephew and heir. Stay I have not done yet. I know how you acted at the wrec k of th e Lone Star for my agents have found out your perfidy. Now, in the prese nce of all my relatives and domestics, I ask my lawyer to make out a d ee d of gift for twenty thousand dollaJ#;. The mon e y shall be yours to-day, but never one cent m o re will you receive from the estate. I, not you, am master of Knowlhurst." Eleanor and L e lie both plead e d with Norton, but he was obdura te He softened o nly so far as to say: "If Moore Burnett can produce a black tulip, or perfect a fly ing-n1achine, I will r e instate him and make him equal heir with L eslie and El e anor." The mystery of Leslie Norton was cleared up, and Peter was proud of his nephew. Three months later Moore paid a visit to Knowlhurst, in the dark of th e evening. He was seen by several of the domestics, but n either his uncie n o r co usin s received a visit from him In the d arkness of midni ght there ran.,g out a heart-rending cry of fire. The flames spread rapidly, lapping the library of Knowlhurst in a g reat, warm tmbrace Pro mp ti tude and efficiency saved all .the reL of the building, bllt its great antique library, w ith its we a lth of historical rich es wa s compl e tely destroy e d There was every proof that an in cendi a ry had be e n at work, but Peter Norton refused to have any inv est i g ation m a de Earl y t he n ext y ear th e re was a civil war in one of the South Am e rican r e publics, and in the first battle fought a young Americ an was killed. He had fought on the side of th e insurgents, and in his pocket w as found a n old l e tter, add r esse d to M oo re Burnett, t elling how L esl i e Nor to n had been trace d to Jamaica by one of Burnett's secret agents. H e r ests in a tre n c h among m an y unkn o wn. H i s cousi n t he at one time unfortunate Le sli e Norton, thal same year b eca m e the hu s b and' of Eleanor Loring, and Capta i n Nelso n stood behmd th e yollng m a n, acting the part of ' best m a n." Pete r Norton is l i ving yet, though tottering on the brink of the grave. He is proud to think that a N orto n will still lord it ov e r Knowlhurst, a nd that in Lesli e Norton the country will have a w o r t hy citizen an d n e w h o nors will be accorded the name and family of the Knowlhurst Nortons. THE END. Next week's issue, No. r4 will contain "The Diamond Legacy; or, The Queen of an Unknown Race ," by Cornelius Shea. This n e w story beats the m all. A little country village is the sc e ne of the di s covery of one of the finest gems ever known. The un kn ow n rac e and its b eaut iful queen a re both int e r est ing the queen esp e cially The hero, an American b o y i s int e resting, hi friend s are and, last b u t not least, the whole story is so in teresting that you had better not start to read it in a train. \Vhy? because you'll surely go past your station, clear to the end of the route, if you do.


I A NEW IDEA! A NEW WEEKL r f 'BRA VE AND BOL'D Street & Smith's New Weekly is a big Departure 'ram anything ever Published Bel'ore. EACH NUMBER CONTAINS A COMPLETE STORY AND THE STORIES AREOF EVERY KIND. That means all descriptions of first-class stories. For every story published in BRAVE AND BOLD will be first-class in the best sense-written by a well-known bqys author, full of rattling incident and lively adventure, and brimming with interest from cover to cover. No matter what kind of a boy you are, no matter what your tastes are, no matter what kind of a story you prefer, you will hail BRAVE AND BoLD with delight as soon as you see it. It is the kind of a weekly you have been wishing for. Variety is the spice of life, and Brave and Bold is well seasoned with it. STORIES OF ADVENTURE. STORIES OF MYSTERY. STORIES OF EXPLO= RATION IN UNKNOWN LANDS. STORIES OF LIFE IN GREAT CITIES. STORIES OF WONDERFUL INVENTIONS. No. I .-One Boy in a Thousand ; or, Yankee to the Backbone. By Fred Thorpe. No. 2.-Among the Malays; or, The Mystery of The Haunted Isle. By Cornelius Shea. No. 3.-The Diamond Tattoo; or, Dick Hardy's Fight for a Fortune. By 11. Boyington. No. 4.-The Boy Balloonists; or, Among Weird Polar People. By Frank Sheridan. No. 5 .-The Spotted Six ; or, The Mystery of Calvert Hathaway. By Fred Thorpe No. 6.-The Winged Demon; or, The Oold King of the Yukon. By W. C. Patten No. 7 .-StolenA School-house; or, Sport and Strife at Still River. By E. A. Young. No. 8 .:_The Sea-Wanderer; or, The Cruise of the Submarine Boat. By Cornelius Shea. No. 9.-The Dark Secret; or, Sam Short, the Boy Stowaway. By Launce Poyntz. No. 10.-The King of the Air; or, In the Sar gasso Sea. By Howard Hoskins. No. I 1.-The Young Silver Hunters; or, The City of the Andes. By Cornelius Shea. No. 12.-A Remarkable Voyage; or, The Fortunes of Wandering Jack. By Captain Geoff Hale. Copies of the Bra vc and Bold Weekly may be purchased for Five Cents from all Newsdealers, or from STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York. -----


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