The chance of his life, or, The messenger boy who got there


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With a cry, the boy fell and in the depths below.

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' BRAVE.BOLD A Different Complet(! Story Every Week By Sflbseri/tio tt la.so Jer year. Entb-ed aceordinr I Act of Omvess i n tlu year IQO.J, in tlt.6 O ffice of t/u LihrarU.n Conrres s Washington, I). C: STREET & SMITH, 238 Wi11iam S t. N Y. No. 32. N E W YORK, August 1, 1903. Fi v e Cents. THI:. CHANCE Of HIS Lift:: OR, The Messenger Boy Who Got There. By HOWARD HASKINS. CHAPTER I. THE LADY IN BLACK. "If your message is of great importance you cannot intrust it to worthier hands than Lightning L ew," said the manager of the messenger company. "\;\/hat a curious name," said the lady in black. "Well, his real name is Lewis Halstead, but he earned the nick name because he di s charged all his duties quickly, and no obstacle can hold him back. You couid find no one better suited to your needs. He happens to be out just now, but as he is always on time, you will not have long to wait." "I want him to carry a message a great distance." "Out of town?" "Out of this country." The other boys at this came as close as they could to the speakers, for here was an unusual patron. ''Out of the country?" asked the manager, in some amazement. ' Yes, I want the boy to go to Japan." There was a murm-ur from the manager, and a rustle of astonishment among the boys at this calm a n nouncement. The h e a d of the office finally recovered enough to say : "W c a e not u sed to ri:ceiving calls from the Antipodes "I suppose not." "It is taking considerable resp sib ilit/ to sen d a boy so far as Japan." "Do y ou r efuse, sir?" "By n o means; but the resp o nsibility --" "Sh all b e mine and the boy's." "Ah!" interrupted the superintendent, "here he comes now. You can speak with him yourself, madam and see w hat he Says." The door opene d and a tall, well-built boy of sixteen rushed into the office. "Am I la te, sir?" he pante d breathlessly. ' No," smiled the superintendent, 'you are just on time." "I was afraid I should be a minute or two late." "Why?" "I'll tell you, sir; but first let me give you my ticket, showing that I made about the best time o n record to Harlem and back, considering that I had to wait nearly ten minutes "Very good, Lew," said the superintendent; "I see you are bound to live up to your reputation. But how were you delayed?" "Well, sir, an old man fell down on Third Avenue, and a lot of boys were teasing him." "Well?" "'I/Veil, they thought that he was drunk sir, but I saw that something more serious was the matter with him." ''What did you think ailed him?" "I thought that it was a stroke of apoplexy. I drove the fel lows off, called a policeman, and rang for an ambulance. All that took time, of course "I should say so. Well, you did well." "Nobly!" interposed the lady, stepping forward. "You are the boy I want, for you a r e not merely a machine, but a human being, with human instincts and sympathies." The boy gazed upon the speaker in surprise, and a quick flush mou n ted to his for ehead. "This lady is about to intrust an important message to us," ex -

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, 2 , BRA VE AND BOLD. plained the superintendent, "and she wishes you to deliver it. Are you willing to do so?" "I will go wherever I am sent, sir," was the prompt r e ply. "Anywhere?" laughed the superintendent. "Certainly, sir. "But the busine s s which this latly wants transacted \ vill make it necessary for you to visit Japan A momentary look of surpri s e appeared upon the boy's feature t but it quickly vanished. "Very well, sir," he said, quietly. "Are you ready?" questioned the superintendent. "I am, sir. Mu s t I start now?" The superintendent laughed heartily, and even t11e s a d featttrc s of the lady relaxed into a smile. "Not at this moment ," said the former. "A trip of that length cannot be mad!\ at quite s uch short notice, and l d o not suppo s e that you expect it, madam?" "By no means," the visit o r said. "But to-morrow morning---" "So won?" interposed the superintendent. "It will not be too soon for me," s aid Lew. I c a n very short notice." For a few moment s the l a dy gazed steadfa st ly in t o the b ey's face, and a suspicious moisture dimmed her eyes. Then she drew him aside When they were out o f hearing o f the oth e rs s he s aid: "You are ca lled Lightning Lew?" "That's the name the other b o ys have given me, ma'am wa s the reply. "But what is your trite nain e ? The boy hesifated a few moment s a nd a lo o k al\n o st o f p ain appeared upon his face. Then he said : "I do not know, ma'am." "You do not know?" exclaimed the lady. "No. It's a long story, ma'am--" "I shall be glad to hear it ,'; 'infe'rrupte d the visitor, "and y o u shall tell it to me, if you will at another time. B'ut ;ibout thi s journey. I gather from what y o u have said that have no pa,rents who will interpose any obj e ction ?'' "There i s no one._ in tbe wprld," slqwly and \ 10 ha s ; my right to object." "Then you said the lady, "are like myse'lf friendl e s s and rdo11c." 1 '" "Friendless repeat ed ;is it the elegant equipage that was fo r .!lis c ?i.:i.1v.a; 1ion. "You, ma'am?" "Yes, I," was the reply; y g u s;annot be more al o ne 111 the world than I. But enough 'of" thi s : You say tha.t you do not know your real name my boy?; ; ' "I do but I am called Ha1Stea i } I l r -J with me at ?nee .': .. ., 1 .. ,1 A few moments later the otller boys s tared i n pperi-mO'l.tthe.<:I. amazement as he entered the car'riage outs ide in con1patly with 1a.cly, and w.a.s driveri 'bpid1y 1 v i CHAPTER II. LEW'S STORY. During the ride, Lew's companion scarcely spoke. She kept ll<"r face concealed by her heavy veil, and once or twice the boy iancicd that he heard a stiAed sob. In about fifteen minutes the carriage halted b e fore a large, old fa s hion e d mansion on Fifth Avenue, not far from one of the uptown cross streets. It was a house that' had once been iri the extreme of the f.ash ion, but its lftyle of architecture was now out of date, and the neighborhood was not affected by the ultra-fa$hionable. But there were many of the old "solid" famlHes residing in tbe vicinity still, and Lew knew enough o f New York life and society to be aware that there was no more really "exclusive" set, in the best SC'ns e of the word, than that to which his companion in all pro bability belonged. He sprang from the carriage, and with a gallantry that was in born, as s i s ted the !adv to alight. Then he preceded h e r up the steps of the mansion and rang the hell. The door wa s imm e diat e ly opened by nn old colored .man, who bowed deeply a s the lady entered, followed by Lew. '"Wait for me in this room," said his companion. "I shall re turn in a few minute s The apa-rtment she indicated was a s mall ri;ception-room to the right of the hallway. All his surro undings were of the costlie s t description although a trifle old-fa s hion e d The ta s te di s pl a yed in their selection was exquisite. "This is a q.tieer enough call," murmured the boy. "What in the world c a n this lady wa1it to employ a messenger boy to go to Japan ior? I nev e r he a rd o f s uch a thing Well, it's not my bu sine s s to ask que s tio ns or to be curiou s All that I have to do is to obey orders ; but I can't help foeling a sort tlf personal in terest in this matter. The lady has s uch a sweet, kind face that 1 can t 1-WP w i s hing with all my h eart tha t the result of my n e y will be to make h.er happ i er. Eis medita"tlans were pre s ently interri.1pted by the sound of a foot s t ep, and looking up, the boy saw a youth .. of perhaps Jighteeri' standing in the_ doorway surveying him curiou sly. Mutual glance s o f r e cognition pass ed hctwre11 tliebi; and th e n e wcomer, a s howily dre sse d, r athe r dissi pated-looking young fell o\v, said: . ; . S o it s you is "it?" ''\t-e s ' : -; "" "You tl1otight 'I' wouldl1't r ecognize you, I snpposb.'; "". !c ... ,: -.i 1' 11didn f thi11k' anything about ll." "". '., D o n t y o u give me any back talk," snapped the young fellcff\1;-sh o wing his teeth like a cur that is ready fer ;f fight. "_I, don't.. want;,ta., have anythfog .w. batevc.r to say to you." ..::. "You don't, eh? Well, m.aybe you'll have to.'' -,.. t no. r eply. ,, . .. ; Ypu knov;/' c ,, # I I I t j .. 't "No;' "\'Jas the qriiet' reply, "nor d o I want'to' knbw your name or anYthing abottt you.'" ' 01 "I'm Alfred franvood--that's wbp i[ ain1 And n.ow you know wh o ni' have 'insulted." -' : .':'. (:

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I BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 He looked as if he expected Lew to faint at this announcement, but the boy only replied: I "I never heard of you before in my life, and I should be glad "lever to again." "You-you don't know me?" "No, I don't." ".J'm the son of the late Griggs Harwood." "Who was he? I never heard o f him," the othf'r Then he said : "Now sec here; what are you doing in this house, anyw;iy ?" "May I inquire what business of yours that is?" asked Lew. This was almost too much for Harwood. His naturally complexion assumed a fiery red hue, and he shou'.ed: "You want to know what business of mine it is, ch?" "Yes, I do." ''Well, I'll tell you. This is my house and--" "Not. yet, Alfred." These words were uttered in a low, sweetly modulated voice; and turning, Harwood found himself face to face with the lady who had brought Lew there. The color of his face became even deeper, if possible, as he stammered: "I-I--" "That will do, Alfred," infrrupted the lady. "You may go." The young fellow sneaked from the room like a whipped cur, not neglecting, however, to bestow a vindictive glance upon Lew as he left. "Now," said the lady, as she closed the door, "I am afraid that I must comm e nce with an apology for my young relative." "That is not necessary, ma'am," said courteously. "I fear that it is," smiled his companion. "The boy's training has not been of the best, and apologies for his conduct are fre quently necessary. You have met him before?" "I have, ma' am." "I judge so from what little I heard of your conversation. When and where was your last meeting?" Lew hesitated. "Do not fear to tell me," said the lady, reassuringly. "I am certain that a relation of all the circumstances will only redound to your er dit." "Well, ma'am, it was about a month ago, on Fourth Avenue." "Yes?" "He was annoying a young lady, and I ventured to intc;rfere." "Annoying her? In what way?" "She was passing along the street, and he spoke to her and insisted upon walking with her. She asked him to leave her, but he would not. I happened to overhear the conversation, and I--" "Well, what did you do?" "I knocked him down," replied Lew. "It seemed the only thing to do under the circumstances, ma'am." "It was the right thing to do," said the lady, wii!h evident en thusiasm, "and I respect you for it. Bu' Alfred will never for give you for the act." "I don't think it makes much difference whether he docs or t 1 "You are right, my boy, it does not; and I am sorry to say it, fo.r in that youth's veins flows the same blood that in m -ine; he is one of the few relatives I have living. But Jet us speak no more of him; other and more important matters should r engage our attention. Your name, you have told me, is Lewis Halstead?" "Yes, ma'am." "You have not yet learned mme. It is Warden. I am a widgw Lew inclined his head respectfully, but made no reply. "As you know," continue_d Mrs. Warden, "I have been most favorably impressed by you; but the message which I wish to intrust to you is one of the utmost importance to me, and I fed that I want to know you thoroughly, both for your own sake and mine, before I send you upon the journey. You tell me that you do not know who your parents are?" "I do not, ma'am." "Will you tell me something of your past life?" "There is very little to tell, Mrs. Warden. I was deserted nearly sixteen years ago by my mother." "Deserted by your mother!" interrupted the lady, tears dimming her eyes. "How strange that any woman can be so base as to throw upon the mercies of the world her child, her own flesh and blood! But perhaps I wrong your mother; it may be that the pressure of cruel circumstaru:es forced her to the course she pursued." "No," said Lew, sadly "that is not so, Mrs. Warden. I was left in a basket at the door of. a family named H0alstead, in East Twenty-fifth Street, and pinned to the dress I wore was a note, saying that my mother did not wish to take the responsibility of my care any longer and that any one who desired to do so could adopt me without fear that I should ever be reclaimed." "Heartless woman!" murmured Mrs. Warden. "\\'ell, you found friends in the family at whose door you were left?" "Yes, ma'am, they adopted me, and gave me their name." ".'\nd your foster-parents-are they still living?" "No, ma'am they are both dead. Mr. Halstead died ten years ago, and his wife about six years later." "Had they no children of their own?" "One son, who has been living in the West for many years." "Then when they died you were again thrown on the world?" "Yes, Mrs. Warden." "And what did you do?" "I got a place in a store and supported myself in that way, at tending night school whenever I could. Two years ago I was given a position in the District Telegraph office, and I have been there ever since." "And that is the whole story?" "That is the whole story, ma'am." She sighed and remained silent for some moments. "Well, Lew/' she said, presently, "you have told me your story; now you shall hear mine." CHAPTER III. THE PLOTTERS. Lew gazed at the lady in surprise. In his intercourse with the so-called "upper classes" he had always been used to brusque, unceremonious treatment, and it is natural tha i:. Mrs. Warden's air of gentleness and affability, and her offer to confide in him, seemed strange to him. Perhap& his companion read his thoughts, for she said: "The message which I am about to confide in you is fraught with such vital importance to myself that I feel that I ought u give you some idea of its nature. Listen: The name of the gen tleman to wkom I desire you to take the message is Marlowe-Ralph Marlowe." 1 The tenderness with whicli Mrs. Warden uttered the name, the soft light that came to her eyes as she spoke it, partially prepared him for what follo-.ved "He is a merchant in Yokohama," continued the lady. "More ..

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-4 BRA VE AND BOLD. than seven t een years ago I was his affianced wife. One day h e met my sister. She was a y ear or two older and much more beautiful than my s elf. He became infatuated with h er, broke his engagement with me. and m a rri e d her In a fit of pique I mar ried a noble, kind hearted m a n many yea r s my seni or, on the same day. In less th a n two year s 1 wa s a widow and Mr. Mar lowe a widower. Then he came to me a n d t old me that he h a d scarcely known a happy moment sin c e his treachery to me; t hat he had been mad to think he ever loved ano t her. He begged me to forgive him but I steeled my h eart a g ainst him, and r efus ed to listen to his impassioned pleadings. "'So be it, then ,' he said at la st. 'I h a ve be e n off e red a lucr a -1 ivc po s ition in a mercantile house in Y o koh a ma. I shall accept it and start in two days. I s hall never return Ele anor, until y o u send for me. Perhaps you w}l\ do so s o me day Whe n I r e ceive a message from you bidding m e to com e b a ck t o you, 1 will obey it!' "With these words he left m e "For years a struggle between my love a nd my pride went on but love conquered at la st. Two year s ago I wro te to Ralph Marlowe, bidding him return. Sinc e th e n I have written h a lf a dozen times, but ha v e he:otrd nothing from him. "He may he dead Mrs. W a rd e n," s aid Lew, who had b e en listening with deep interest. "No," said the lady; I have lea med that he s till Jives. He has \ieen pro$perous, and is now one of the we a lthi e st merchants in Yokohama. ''I know his nature so well that I am ab so lutely certain tha t he has never received my letters. They ha:ve' either been lo s t or in tercef) t cd by some designing person. "Now, for years I have isolat e d mys e lf from the world, and I have but fow friends-cerfainly none whom I could ask fo deliver the message which I am determined shall be placed in Ralph Marlowe s hands. "Deliver my messag e faithfully, a nd y o u will find th:i.t I sh all ne v er forget it. There may be obs tacles to overcome, for I am certain that enemies are plotting to keep u s a p a rt." "If I meet with obStaCles ," said Lew, firmly "I will overc ome theni. I will surely deliver your me s sage, if my life is "I know t hat y o u will," sa id t he lady "I believe that Heaven has se'nt you to me, my boy and that it will guide your footsteps. She then went on t o give Lew some instructions as to hi s jottr ney which it is not nece s sary tO repeat, saying in conclusion: "Come here t o -m0rrow morning at nine and I will ha v e a letter to Mr. Marlowe r e ady. You can take the ten o'clock train for Chicago.'1 "Very well, Mrs. \!Varden." As he s milingly bade hr.r good-mort1ing the lady starte d ba c k with a low c y "Are y o u ill, ma'am ? ask<:d' the b oy, in some a larm. "No,' no," repli e d Mrs. Warden, hurriedly, "but I--Well I suppose I am foo li sh; but when you s mil e d yotfr fac e to o k on such a striking resemblance to-to one I o nce l oved-that I wa s absolately s taftled for the m o ment. G o go, my boy; -i: am ill and ., nervous and the mem o ries re\'iv e d by that smile are far from pleasant." < Lew bowed and J e ff the h o u se, his mi nff' full of his approaching journey. Neither of fhd couple that th e ir eti. tire., conver s ati o n had been ove rflea;d by young Harwoo d who had remained j.ust outside the door, with his ear to the keyhole. A fe\v he' rushed i1: tto another roorn, in which was seated a ha ndsbnie flashil/ re s sed woman of ab out forty, exclaim 'ing: '' "What do you think she's up to now?" The woman looked up from the novel which she was reading, and said, in a languid, drawling tone: W ell, and wh a t is she 'up to now,' my son?" You sa w that me s seng e r boy come in a while ago?" I did ; h e must have gon e away long since. "He hasn t be e n gone three minutes. Do you know what he came fort" "How, sh o uld I know? Some trifling erra nd, I suppose." "She is g o ing to send that b o y to Japan with a message to that f e llow Marlowe." In a n inst ant the wom a n s air of w e arin e s s vanished. The b oo k fell from h e r hand, and s he demand e d : "But how do you know this?" I listen e d at t h e d o or, and h eard all th a t p a ss e d between them Oh, I kn ow w h a t I'm t a lking about! She actually told the fellow -a mea sly lit t !t messeng e r kid-that old chestnut about h e r lover affair w ith Marl o we." Can she su spect--" "That it w as y o u who interc e pted the letters? No, I'm sure she doe s n t i she imagine s that it was s ome one on the other side." J He then rep ea ted in sub s tance w hat he had heard. His mother li s tened )when he had fini shed, she said : "What is to be done?" "Oho s neer e d the young man; "now that the re s a prospect of s qually weath e r. y o u re glad enough to avail yourself of my opinion and advice! Y our cou s in w a s a lonely widow; four years ago she invited yon to vis it her; you came, and brought tne with you; we not only came-we saw and we conquered. You, too, were a lonely widow, and a mighty impecunious one too. Mrs Warden i s in delicate health, and you have leat'fted to look upon yourself a s her heir e ss And so you will be if y0u play your card s a s well in the future as you have in the pa st. Of -course, if she marries that up s ets a ll our plans. You pay the expenses, and I'll undertake t o pre vent the kid from delivering that mes sage." Mrs. Harwo od grasped her s on s arm eagerly. "Alfred, I believe you can do it." "Of course I can." "It will be half a million in our pockets." "You're shouting." Alfred, you s hall foll o w the boy and gain possession of the message. In it s place you shall sub s titute another letter,. which I will prepar e-I c a n imitate handwriting to perfection." "You 've go t a big hea d, mother. Don't you worry-we' ll work the racket to the que e n s I am s ure I can depend upon you." You can gamble on that. I've got a personal grudge against the young fellow, and l'll just wipe that out at the same time. The ga1ne is as g o od as ours, mothe r CHAPTER IV . } . EN 1!1.0UTE, At precisely nine o cl o ck the following morning Lew pre s ented himself at Mrs. Warden's residence. The lady herself rriet him at the door and conducted him into the reception-room, where their former ihtef'view had : taken place. HI presume, Lew;'' she said, with i sweet, sad smile, "you con sider me a very eccentric woq1an; most p e rsons would : However, I am certain that, no matter what your may be. vou will faithfully discharge your duty.''

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 5 "Indeed I will," said Lew, earnestly. "Here is the letter," Mrs. Warden continued. "Guard it care fully, and it in no one's hands but Mr. Marlowe's. Here are tickets through to San Francisco, and here is a check for a parlor car seat as far as Chicago." "That is not necessary," said our hero. "The expense--" I want' your journey to be a pleasant one," interrupted the lady, smilingly. "The expense is a secondary consideration. Here is money for your trip,'' and she handed him a rolJ of bills. You will find the amount sufficient to c'over everything. It will be well for you to communicate with me at different stages of your journey." I will do so, Mrs. Warden." His companion went o n to give him much kind, motherJ.y ad vice, couched jn terms which showed the boy that s he felt a gen uine personal interest in him. At last she interrupted herseif, saying: "But I must d etai n you no l o nger, or you will miss your train. Go at o nce, an d God bless you. G oocf-by !" Good-by Irs. Warden." The lady held his hand in hers a moment and tears dimmed her eyes. The n s he turne d away. Fifteen minutes later he was in hi s sea t on board the parlor car; in five minutes more he would be on his way to Chicago. The bell which was the signal for the train to start had just rung. when a well-dressed young fellow, carrying a natty little handbag, entered and to o k a seat next Lew's-the only vacant one in the car. 'Hello!" he exclaimed, with an affected start of surprise. "Is that.you?" Lew recognized Alfred Harwood. He nodded cooUy not over-pleased with the prospect of hav ing the fellow as a traveling companion. "Guess I owe you an apol ogy," sai d Harwood. "The fact is, I was a little out of sorts yesterday:. Open confession is good for the so:1l, yon know, and aH that so rt of thing. Is it all right?" Oh, yes," replied the boy, shortly. I And he picked p a paper and began to read, not caring to continue the conversation any further. "The fact is," went on Harwood, "you've seen )UC under a dis advantage, old man and gotten a wrong idea of me. I want to set myself right in your eyes. See?" "What difference does it make to you what I think of you?" inquired Lew. "A good deal of difference I don't want any one to misjudge me-parti'Cularly a good fellow such as I take yo'u to be The fact is, my boy, I've taken a fancy to you." "You have, eh ?" "My Aunt Eleanor-Mrs. Warden, you know-was telling me about it this morning. What do you 'think of the business, any how?" "I don't care to talk ahout it," replied Lew, coltlly. "Oh, that's all right, then. Very romantic woman, Aunt Eleanor. \.Yell, I hope you'll succeed in your errand, but ifs a queer notion, anyhow." Lew picked up his paper again, but "chipped in" with his inevitable : I say!" "WelJ, what do you say?" demanc\ed our hero, making no effort to conceal the he felt. "Let's go to the smokiug compartment. I've got a few good cigars in. my pocket." I don't smoke "You don't know what you re missing, my boy. W el.l, I say." "Go on." "I've got a little flask of 18o2 rye in my bag-it's the stuff, too. Suppose we drink to our better acquaintance?" "I don t drink," said Lew. "Don't drink-don't smoke. Say, my boy, the first thing you know wings'll grow out on your shoulder-blades-see if they don't. You're most too good for this bad wicked world. Well, I guess I'll and take a sm6ke myself. Ta-ta." And Harwood arose and strolled off to the smoking com partment. When, after an hour's absence, he returned apparently as good n tured as ever, Lew met his advances somewhat more graciously, and the two were soon engaged in an animated conversation. Harwood was not destitute of tact, and our hero began to think that perhaps he was not such a bad fellow after all. "But I don t want to buzz you to death," be said, at la st. "Want something to read? I've got a couple of the latest novels in my bag." As he arose to take the bagfrom the rack in which he had placed it, a letter dropped from his po ck et to the floor. It fell with the superscription uppermost, and Lew saw, to his amazement, that it was addressed to Mr. Marlowe, apparently in the same handwriting as the letter which Mrs. \.Varden had in trusted to his care. Harwood hurriedly picked it up, his face turning a fiery red. He said nothing, nor did Lew; but the boy's suspicions were aroused-a fact which his face plainly showed his companion. During the remainder of the day he said but little, but he thought a good d eal. In the evening tf1e train stopped at a little way station to wait for an express to pass. It was such a beautiful, moonlight evening that Lew thought it would do him good to walk about and get a breath of air. It would also relieve him for a while of Harwood's company. He alighted from the car and strolled along the track until he came to a high bridge. Far, far beneath he heard the faint murmur of a stream. It smothered the so und of stealthy steps close at hand. Lew, peering down, suddenly felt a sharp blow from behind, reeled and fell into die depths below r CHAPTER V. "THE J 0 B T 0 NIGHT." It seemed to Lightning Lew that he was hours in falling before he struck the icy stream below. Though at low tide and rushing like a torrent, as soon as he rose to the surface he swam for the shore, and had just clam bered up the bank io time to hear the not far distant conductor yell out: "All aboard!" Lew had no idea who had tried to kill him by hurling him dff the bridge, but. somel1ow Alfred Earwood he though that worthy was the principal one to assist hirp into dry clothes and commiserate over his adventur e . T here was something about Hatiwood that went against our hero 's grain, nor could all the farmer's politeness efface it. When they reached Chicago, an .cl found that there was a twelve hour wait for the West, Lew a nd took his arm. L ew, not kno11;;ng t he city, was gla.d enough to have Alfred for a pilot, but he pbi ected to a doub ,leb c dded room, which Ha.P wood suggested, so were asslgned adjoining rooms..

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6 BRAVE AND BOLD. When Lightning Lew was alone he tried the kn .ob of the door that communicated with Harwood's apartment. He found that it was locked. Lew t hen took from his pocket a small morocco case containing needles and thread and a small pair of scissors This had b e en his compa nion for years, and in his .lonely life since the d eath of his foster-paren t s he had had occasi o n to use it many times He ripp e d open a seam in the lining of his coat, and having placed the letter in this secure hidin g place, sewed the seam again as neatly as he could. "Now," he muttered "I fancy that it will be safe from wood, or any one tlse who may attempt to rob me of it. A'.nd now I'll go down to supper-alone, if I can." But he found Harwood waiting outside for him "Thought you d be along s o on he explained, cheerfully. "I've got an appetite that I wouldn't tak.li ten dollars for. Come on, old man." There seemed to be no help for it, and Lew followed him, ing to look at the ludicrous side of the matter and keep his temper. After supper, Harwood proposed a visit to the theatre, but Lew declined. "Well, maybe you're right,'' was the re s ponse. "We ought not to be up too late if you re going to take an early train. Let's take a walk, then ?" "I don't care to." "No? Well, I guess I'll go anyway S'long !" And to our h e ro s intense relief, the fellow left him When he had been gone a few minutes, Lew started out on a walk by hims e lf He returned at about nine o'clock. But as he ente red the hotel a hand tapped him on the sh,oulder and a familiar voice said: "Where are you going now?" "To bed,'' replied Lew, laconically. "To bed! Well, you are an early bird. I was brought up to late hours, and can't get over the habit. Sit up a while, won't you? No? W e ll, let's have a nightcap tog ether-eh?" "I have told you that I don't drink." "Well, that's all right-I respect your prejudices. But you won't refuse to take a lemonade with me, anyhow?" And seizing the boy's arm, he half dragged him into the cafe, all the time keep i ng up a n appearance of t he utmost good nature. "Two lem o nades waiter called out Harwood, "and put a big stick in one of them." The lemonades were brought in due time. "You ought to have a s t ick in' yours, my boy," said he, as the drinks were placed upon the t a bl e at which they had seated them selves. "But I won't urge you, s ince you're such a strong tern perance man. I s ay,'' he adde d suddenly, "who s that?" As he spoke he pointed to some o ne beh ind Lew. The boy turne d and saw a tall, rather distinguished-looking man in the act of leaving the At the s ame instant Harwood, by a quick movement, unnoticed by any one in-the caf e emptied a w ; hite powder, the con t ents of a small package which he took from a vest pocket, into Lew's drink. "I don t know who it is,'' sp.id the boy, turning to his companion "Why do you a s k me ? .. "Well I'm quite sure I've seen the man in New York, and I think he s some pretty well kn q wn character. You A. D. T. fellows meet all s o rts of pe o ple, and t thought you might be able to place him. Well never mind. Here goes!" raised his glass to his lips and Lew followed his example. "That lemonade seemed to me to have a bitter taste," remarked our hero, as he r e placed his gla s s up o n the table. Yes, I notic e d it myself. Lemon's a little off, I guess." Lew 2.rose "Go ing already?" asked his companion "Won't you have an oth e r ? " No thank you; that one was enough for me." "Yes, my young fri e nd,'' muttered the other as he watched the boy walk away, I think it will pro v e enough for you. You 'll sleep soundly to-night f you never did before in your life, for you've got a dose that would put a horse to sleep Before Lew had completed the asc ent of the stairs-his room was on the floor above the office-he began to experience a strange feeling of "What's the matter wi t h me?" he "I don't feel as if I could keep my eyes open Perhaps that blow on the head that I got last night has aff e cted me ; or maybe it's be cause I'm not used to railway traveling Let's see! I s this the room? Y cs. Well in a few minutes I h a ll be so u nd asleep-I don't feel as if I c o uld keep my e y e s open until I get my clothes off-and in the m o rning I shall be all right." He inserted the key in the lock and the door swung open. Entering the room, he struck a light. Then he perceived that he w as in the wrong apa r'.ment Harwood's bag and umbrella lay upon the bureau; it was his trav eling companion 's roo!TI that he had entered. He wa s ab out to turn o ut the gas and leave when his attenti0n was attracted by an open letter that lay upon the table Althou g h the seem e d to dance b e fore his eyes, he slowly and painfully read as follows: "MY DEA R MOTHER: I told you I'd succeed, and I shall. You may loo k for me at home in a day or two I have foll o w e d the b o y t o th is p o int, and the j o b w ill be done to-night. Rest as sure d tha t I shaH--" This was all that the sheet contained. It was evidently the commenc e m ent GL a letter, and Lew could not doubt that he was the b o y referre d to. But his d i zziness was momentarily in c reasing and he felt that it was of th e first importance for h i m to get to bed Returning the letter to the table, he staggered from the room. A s with diffiq.ilty, he relocked the door, a hallboy passed him. In another minute he had regained hi s own room. Having locked a n d b o lted tpe door, he threw himself upon the b e d with out undre s s ing. "What is the matter with m e ?" he murmured. "Am I going to be sick? N o ns e n se! I will not think of it. After a night's rest I shall be all r ight. But what did that letter mean? What was it that it said? 'The job will be done to-night!' What j ob? I-I--" The boy s tongue refused utterance; his eyes closed heavily, and he fell into a deep It chanced that Harwood had been on his way upstairs when Lew was leaving the room he had entered by mistake, and had seqn him close and lock the door. He stepped forward 'and confronted the hallboy whom Lew had met as he left the room. "Who wa s that in my room ? he demanded "Why-why1 it was your friend," the reply. "My frien d? What friend?" "The boy, "The messenger boy? Do you want to insult me? He's no friend of mine." No sir."

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.BRA VE AND BOLD. 7 "Certainly not-only a traveling acquaintance whom I met on the train, and who has stuck to me for some reason or other best known to himself." "Is that so, sir?" "I don't suppose there is anything wrong in this business; but as it looks rather to me, I will request you to remember what you have seen, so that you can testify if c;Iled upon to do so." Harwood entered his room and light,.d the gas. "Yes, he has been reading the letter," he muttered, "or some body has, ior it's 1tot where I left it. But what's the dif? Every thing's going my way now. It was luck-y the kid got into this r oom through mistake-_-_rlay be able to turn the 1incident to good account. Now, then, 1t 1 time to get to work.' He applied his ear to the door which connected his room with Lew's. He drew a skeleton key from his pocket and fitted it in the )ock of the door of Lew's room. Then he s tepped cautiously into the apartment. He approached the bed, and thrust his hand into the inner pocket of Lew 's coat, when he knew the boy kept his papers. He drew out .three or four letters, and hastily examined their superscriptions. A shade of disappointment appeared upon his face. "Not there!" he muttered. "I was sure-but thi;rc are plenty of other places where he may have put it." Thei:e were a number of papers in Lew's pockets. ; and Harwood examined them all carefully, the expression of anx;icty upon hi s face deepening. "This is strange!" he mused. "What the mischief can the fel. low have done with it? It isn't here-that's certain. Get onto the roll of bills, Alf; my boy. I'll count 'em." He clicl so; then he uttered a low whist1e, indicative of aston ishment. "By Jove! I s hould say that Mrs. \Varden was liberal to him -She must be off her base to gjve a strange kid all this cash. He's struck .a pretty soft snap. But what the mischief has he do i e with the Jettrr? Perhaps it's in his valise; 1'11 soon find oue' In another iniimte he had emptied the contents bf. the small handhag t1pon He gave Vt'ITt to' a mutte11ed -oatb. Ile was beginning to be angr-y as \\'Cll as impati e nt. have lo s t it. can he?" he exclaimed. "No, tblat'! im possible-he's too fly for that It's here somewhere, :md ] 'Ji :i11d it; if i t takes me all night." At l ast he abandoned the 1;car c h in utter di!"gnst. : i; "Wliat h as h(done with it?" he cried. ";\fosi: ba1'eit to some point ahead, thinking, perhaps, that it would be safer than in his own keeping. But that don't seem lil .. beaten? No, by Jove! no I I'll not let this kid get the of me; ru foHow him W the ::ds of the earth, but "!'ll that letter !" "' ., ,, '' He as his eyes rested upon the roll of bills which he had taken trom r..ew"s pocket, and which still 1aY upon the ' A covetous light gl eamed in his eyes. '"What's the matter with i:a,king in that pile?" he muttered. "It would come 11a11dy, and--;i3ut he : d suspect and accuse me. Hold! A great scheme. I have it now! I'll take the _111-0,ney he can't go on without it. And as for being acc1,1s ed, I'll get the st.:1.l't of l;im. Yes,1hat's' the racket!" ' Uc transferred the roll of bills to his own {)Ocket., ,. Th\:11 be restored everything in the room to the exact condition in which he found it, as nearly as he could. He returned to his own room, and relocked the door. Then he sat down and finished the letter to his mother of which Lew had seen the commencement. In it he gave no particulars of what he had done, but as$urec.l his mother thw.t the purpose of his journey was as good as accomplishec!. The letter mailed, he retired to rest, but slept but little, so eager was he for the coming of the morning, when he anticipated the successful consummation of the vile plot he hail formed. CHAPTER VI. A.FALSE ACCUSATION. Lew awoke the next morning with a violent headache. His scattered faculties returned slo\\'ly, but when he finally realized tl1at it bro11d daylight, a11d that he had intended to take the 6 A. M. train,' he leaped from his bed in a sudden panic Ent he was so dizzy that he would have fallen to the floor if he had n o t clutched the mantel for support. He placed hi s hand upon his breast at the spot where he had sewed in the Jetter. A sm ile of satisfaction appeared upon hi;; face. "It's all right," he said; ''.if that was his idea he didn't carry it out. Now, then, to go down to the office and find out when th e next train starts. And if I run across Harwood this morn ing I'll get rid of him if I have to knock him down. I've got quite enough of him." c \ He went at once to the o(!ice anc\ procured a time-table, and was consulting it when Harwood came rushing up, apparently in a great rage:, "What kjnd of a house is this, anyhow?" he blustered. "\ii/hat do you m ean?" asked the clerk, shar.ply. "I mean what I say-that I want to knO\y what kind of a hou se you keep?' { "You'd better moderate your tone," suggested the clerk. "''Ne profess to keep a first-class house. What fault have you to find with it?" "We!), excuse my Harwood, "but I've been robbed.'; "Of wbatr' "A large sm qf rn\iney and a little "Wasn't your do01:. locked?" . "Yes but that goes for nothing. I went out during the eyening for a si1ort walk When I returned lllY whic11 I had left in my bureau. d;awc;:;, were g911e," ,. 'you were careless to them there; you shpuld have placed th e m in our safe.'' ' "Maybe so; but f didn't come here for advice." "Do you any ol our employee.s ?" "No. !-.hold!" "What's the matter?" asked the clerk. . "An idea has occurred to me I believe ,that I know the thief. "You do?" "Yes." "And who is it?" "There he stands." ,, 1 And with a theatrical gesture the young fellow pointed t Lew. It was the first indication he bad given of l}eing conscioue of the b2y's _presence. 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8 BRA VE AND BOLD. '-"Is it? I have proof_" "What proof?" ,.... "The testimony of that hallboy yonder." "Will he testify that I stole the money?" "He will testify that he saw you leaving my room at a little after nine o'clock last evening-and so will I." "I went in there by mistake." "That's a likely story." "It is the truth." "You'll have a chance to try to prove it." "Now, see here, gentlemen," interposed the clerk, "we can't have any disturbance here. Perhaps this thing is all a mistake." "No mistake about it," maintained Harwood. My money is gone, and he has got it." "But--" At this point Lew uttered an exclamation of dismay. At this unfortunate moment he had discovered the loss of his own money. "What's matter?" asked the clerk. "I have been robbed!" gasped the boy. "You!" "Yes." "Of what?" "A large sum of money." Harwood uttered a sneering laugh. "That's pretty thin." "What do you mean?" "I mean to say that you have gotten up this yarn about losing your money simply to divert suspicion from yourself." "It is false! Ah, I see it all now !" "What do you see ?11 "The plot against me, which you have contrived-this false ac cusation. It is I, and not you, who have been robbed. You are a villain, and I--" Here the clerk interposed with : "We can't have a row here. Let's have an of this." "That's what I want," said Harwood. "Things look bad fgr this boy." "I should say they did." "And you are prepared to press the charge aga,inst him?" "Most assuredly I am." The clerk to. a tall, plainly-dressed man in citizen's clothes. who had been standing near the desk, quietly listening to the entire discussion. "Johnson!" The stranger stepped forward. "You'd better take this boy in charge." / enough !" The officer placed his hand UJ?On Lew s shoulder. "You must come with me." "I am under arrest?" cried the boy, actually bewildered by the strange, unexpected situation. "You are." ' "But I am innocent." "You have something sewed in the lining of your coat," said the officer, suspiciously. His practiced hand had touched the boy's breast at the spot where the letter was hidden. "I have, sir; but it is not his money-;:---it i s not money at' all." "You will have to submit to a search at tlie station." "Very good, sir." "Com; along, now." .. They started for the door, followed by Lew's accuser. There was an expression of genuine upon Harwood's face. "The letter was sewed in his coat," he muttered. "Fool that I was not to think of that. But I'H have it yet." As they hurried along the crowded street, a feeling of despair seized Lew. He could 'not conceal from himself the fact that the result of this affair might be something serious. But his chief thought was one of deep regret that' he would, hi all probability, be unable to deliver the letter. "I must-I will escape!" he murmured. ''Nothing has ever yet prevented me from delivering a message, and nothing shall this time." / "vVhat are you muttering abou demanded Harwood, sharply. Without replying, Lew, by a quick movement, tore himself from the officer's grasp and darted across the crowded thoroughfare, with bis late captor and Harwood in full pursuit. Luck was against his would-be captors. A heavily-laden truck broke down, and a block ensued. A moment later he had climbed across the broken-down truck, darted between two wagons, and gained the sidewalk. After a slight hesitation, Harwood followed him. "Nowhere in sight!" the young fellow growled, as they entered the street into which Lew had turned. "We've lost him." "That don't follow," returned the officer. "He's had plenty of time to run this block and get into the street." And he started off, followed by Harwood. Lew saw them pass the store he was in, pretending to be look ing at a directory, at full speed, and knew that for the present he was safe. A cable car came along, and he leaped upon the platform. As he handed the conductor his fare, he remembered that it was all the money he had. His last nickel1 What was he to do now? he asked himself, despairingly. Suddenly he remembered that Mr. Halstead, his foster-father, had had a brother in Chicago. He had once visited New York, many years before, and llad seen and taken a great fancy to Lew. The boy decided at once that he would bunt him up. He jumped from the car, 'entered the first drug store he came to, and for the second time that morning asked to see the city directory. He had no difficulty in finding Mr. Halstead's address. But here another disappointment and delay awaited him. "Re's out-won"t be back for two hours, at least," said the clerk whom he1asked if the proprietor of the store was in. Lew's countenance fell. Another two hours' "tramp," with the chances of rearrest-it was not to be thought Of. "I'll wait, if you please," he said. It was nearer three hours than two before Mr. Halstead came in, and the reader can imagine how heavily the time.hung on our hero's hands. When he did come in, he was evidently in a great hurry. Lew recognized him at once, but he did -not seem to know the boy. "Mr. Halstead--" began the boy. "Can't sec. you now!" interrupted the gentleman, bru sque!y. "I am from New York, sk," began Lew. "From York?"-,, __ "Yes, sir; we have met before. My. name is Lewis -Halstead." The gentleman's face changed. I

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 9 "Is it po s sible that you are little Lew, whom I used to see o.t my poor brother's house?" "I am, sir." He gras ped the b o y s hand. "1'111 glad to see you. I've often thought of you but I should never hav e known you. Y o u must excu s e the unceremonious way in which I received you; I have been annoyed a good deal lately in one way and another, and I thought-but never mind that. Come into my private office Lew followed the merchaJJt, a good deal relieved by the chang e in his manner. "Take a seat, my boy. And now tell me what brings you to Chicago?" "It's a long story sir." "Never mind said Mr. Hals tead, kindly. ''I'll give you all the time yo _\.\ need. You re in s o me sort of trouble, I fancy?" I am, sir "Well, go on, and tell me all about it." Thus encouraged, our hero proceeded to tell his story. Mr. Hals tead listened attentively. When the boy had finished, he said: "Well, it must be confes s ed that you are in a rather bad box but therl may be some way out of it It is a singular errand that you are on-ess entially a woman's notion This lady is det e r mined to h a ve her mes s age delivered, and she will h a ve it deli v ered-depend upon that. I've no doubt that it was this fellow Harwood who robbed you, but it might be a very difficult matte r to prove his guilt. I have an idea-you shall telegraph to Mrs Warden, telling her the whole story." "I have no money. sir." "I'll loan you some and I will also help you prepare a telegram giving the story of the robbery in the fewest possible words. We will request a reply, and by it you must be governed." Mr. Halsteaa spent half an hour in preparing the telegram, which was then di s patched immediately. In a little more than an hour the reply came: 'Do n ot let the loss of the money disturb you. Will send you more by telegraph to-day. Then go on at once. "ELEANO.lt WARDEN." CHAPTER vit A NARROW ESCAPE. "A woman all over," pleasantly laughed Mr . Halstead "Well, it's about what I expected she d do I congratulate you upon having s o completely won the lady's confidence and esteem. Her friendship may be of great value to you in the future-particu larly if you succeed i1;1 your mission. Well, noV(, what do you propose to do?" 1 . "Start off as soon as I get the money, sir.'! "Exactly; but in the meantime you may as well go home to dinner with me. It's unlucky that this charge of theft is hanging over you, for of course there s a chance that you may be -re arrested:. But you shall go with me in my carriage, where you will be secure from ob s ervation The carriag e will be here in about half an hour, and before it come,, I have some important letters to write. There' s the morning paper; see if you can t find something in it to interest you while I write.'' Lew picked up the p a per, and was about to commen.!e its pe rusal,. when two persons passed the window, the sight of whom caused him to utter a n inv oluntary exclamation. "What's the matter?" asked Mr. Hal s tead looking up. two meq !" ex,claimed Lew. "They are Harwood and the officer who arrested me. They have entered the store, sir; they have tracked me to this place.'' There was a tap upon the door of the private office. Lew gazed about him, almost in a panic. There was no way of exit from the place,_ except by the door tl1rough which he had entered and before which the detective now stood. "Don't be alarmed, my boy; I'll stand by you. Step behind that screen yonder, and keep very quiet." Lew obeyed. As soon as he was hidden, the merchant called out: Come in!" The detective entered. Gazing about him, w.ith a of surprise, he said: "Good-m o rning! I did not suppose that you were alone. I imagined that I heard voices." "Indeed, Mr. Johnson?" returned the merchant, politely. "Yes; but it was evidently my fancy. The fact is, I'm rattled this morning. "Rattled?" "Yes-all up. I had a prisoner escape from me three or four hours ago, and ever since that time I have been followed about by his accuser, who is the greatest bore I ever met out-side of the oil regions." "That young chap who came in you?" "Yes'. He accused a lad of ro g him. I arrested the boy, but, as I said, he escaped while on the way to the station, and ever since then this young fellow, who is from New York, has been at my heels trying to hunt the boy down. The whole thing looks to me like a c o nspiracy on the part of this New Yorker. I really couldn t sh a ke the fellow, and had to bring him here with me; but of course all this does not interest you, Mr. Halstead; let us proceed to business." The officer then went on to make his report At the expira tion of five minutes he arose to go. At this moment the door of the office was suddenly flung open, and Harwood rushed in. His face gave evidence of great excitement, and he cried: "We' ve got him at last!" "Got whom?'' demanded the detective, with a scowl. "The messenger, of course." "See here," interrupted the officer, angrily, "are you crazy?" "No, I am not." "What do you mean by rushing into a gentleman's private office in this manner?" Because the boy is here." "Don't you see that he i sn't here?!' demanded the officer. I'll bet you t er. to one that he is. Maybe he's behind tnts affair," and he steppecy forward and placed his hand upon the screen behind which Lew was standing In anoth e r mom ent the boy would have been reveal e d had not the detective caught Harwoo d by the collar and pulled him back with considerahie force, saying: "See here, this thing has gone far enough The boy is not in this office. I want you to distinctly understand, my fine fellow, that I ha v en't been o n the force fifte e n years without gaining enough e xperi e nce to enabl e me to see through your little game Y o u hav e s ome grudge a g a inst t his l ad, and if I'm not grea tly tr\istaken this charge that you have made against him is a false one." Harwood s neaked out without a word. The detecti v e turned to M r Hal st ead with a faint s mile. "So rry to make a s cene in your office, sir, but I've taken a particular di s like to that young man Goo d-day

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IO BRAVE AND BOLD. And he left the office without all-Other w .or.q. "Come out now, Lew," said the he secured the door. "You look rather pale and excited," he went on, "but no wonder; it a rather trying experience. If Hahvood had gone a step further, you would have been lost." Our hero followed the merchant from the store, but not withbut some trepidation. Alfred Harwood was, however, on the watch. He had left in a white heat of rage, although he was too cowardly to hold his own and maintain the position he had assumed. He entered a groggery on the opposite side of the way, and, having partaken of a stiff "horn" of whiskey; himself near the door, where he could see every one who entered or left the merchant's establishment. He did rrot have long to wait : In about five minutes, as we have seen, Lew and Mr. Halstead left the store and etHered the carriage. A cab passed the saloon. Harwood rush horses. At the expiration of about twenty minutes the vehicle stopped. '"Where are they?" asked Harwood, excitedly, poking his head out of the window. "On the next block I didn't want to go too near." '"Whose house is it?" "I don't know." Harwood asked the same question of a passer-by, and learned that the mansion was the residence of Mr. Halstead. "I see, he's taken the boy home to dinner," he muttered. "Driver, you wait here, and when they come out again, follow them as before." "Good enough." They waited for more than an hour. At the expiration of that time, Mr. Halstead's carriage, which had been driven away, re turned, arKI the old gentleman and Lew emerged from the house and entered the vehicle. "Now, then, don't lose sight of them," cautioned Harwood. "I won't, sir!" responded the driver. But he did. Luck was against Harwood: Before they had gone a blocks the cab horse stumbled and fell. Considerable time was occupied in getting him t1p, and when he was once more on his feet the corttaining the others was out of sight. CHAPTER VIII. DEL.-\ Y. With an oath, Harwood paid the driver his fare and started off on foot, f6r his horse was now limping badly, at1d could go only at a slow pace. He was, perhaps, the maddest man in all Chicago at that. moment. '' On his way downtown he fortified himself with several drinks of whiskey, and when he reached Mr. Halstead's office he felt bold enough for almost anything". "I want to see Mr. Halstead at once on important busjness," he said, addressing the same clerk who had informed him earlier in the day that Lew was in the merchant's privatl! office. "You're just too late," was the reply of tho young fellow. "Too ?" "Just too late." "How's that?" "He's just gone out. They've gone out to buy some things for the boy's journey." "His journey?" "Yes," responded the loquacious clerk. "He's. going out tif town this afternoon by the 5 P. M. for Minneapolis." "You are sure?" "Certain." "Thanks; I won't wait." And without further ceremony, Harwoo
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I BRAVE AND BOLD. ,II The stranger had the appearance of the conventional clergyman. He wore a brown beard, a nd his hair was plastered sleekly down upon round head. Lew fancied that he had seen him somewhere b efore. Presently he became aware that the man was peering at him from over the top of his paper. When ne found that the action was observed, the clerical gen tleman low e red the paper and said, with a smirk: "Excu se me for staring at you, my youngfriend, but I cannot help feeling an interest in you." Lew said nothing. "You are, I see, a New York District Messenger boy." "I am, sir." "How happens it, may I ask, that you are so far from home?" "I am out on 3 call." "Out on a call? How very interesting! I had no idea that you boys were ever sent so far from home. Rather an unusual thing, is it not?" "Rather, sir." "And what is your name, may I ask?" Lew told him. "ls it p ossib le?" exclaimed the gentleman. "I'm pastor 01 a church in New York. At present I am on a tour for my health." Lew could not h elp thinking that it was a rather singular thing that the breath of a minister of the gospel should be so redolent of alcohol as was that of his companion. Perhaps the clergyman read his thoughts, for he moved a little further away as he continued: "How fal are you going, my lad?" "To Yokohama, sir." "Is it possible? Yes, it must be that you are the lad sent away by my dear friend and pari shio ner, Mrs. "That is the lady's name who sent me, sir." "Indeed? She told me of her purpose, but I did not know that she had as yet carried it into effect. Mrs. Warden is one of the most prominent members of my church. Heaven grant that you succeed in the mission you have undertaken, my boy." He continued in this strain for some time, and Lew, 1:hough he listened politely, could not help wishing that he would return to his paper. Throughout the ride to neapolis the clergyman showed an apparently friendly spirit, an though he Wf.S sometimes annoy ingly obstrusive, his intentions seemed to be of the best. The journey was an un e ventful one; but when Minneapolis was reached a disappointment awaited Lew. He had expected to change cars, and continue his Journey with only a few minutes' delay. But when he inquired where he could find the train which he expected to take, he was informed ey the employee of whom he asked the question : "You can't go on to-day "Why not?" inquired the boy, in astonishment. ''.There's a big strike on the road." "When do you suppose trains will be run?" "That's more than I can tell you," and the man turned away. There was no help for it; Lew was obliged to go to a hotel and patiently await the adjustment of affairs. Little did he imagine how ev,ntful his st ay in Minneapolis was1 destined to prove. 'J CHAPTER IX. A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. When Lew left the dep ot, and in the company of the Rev. Mr. Mordaunt sought the Merchants' Hotel, had he seen the clerical gentleman remove his di sgu ise when he was alone, he would have recogniz e d the features of Alfred Harwood. As it was, he sugpected nothing, and finally. sought his rever ance for advice in his trou ble. "Alfred Harwood, wh o m you have come to regard as an enemy," said the Rev. Mr. Mordaunt, gravely, "is a very worthy young man, as I know him well. All the suspicions you have of him are entirely erroneous." This after Lew !d t.old him about Harwood, and his belief that he was being fo}lowed by that young man. He left the room far from feeling satisfied with his interview. As for Harwood, he lay back in his chair, shaking with suppresse d laughter. "Alf, old man,'' he said, "you ought to go on the stage; you have talents that would fit you to make a big success. The kid never tumbl e d for an inst a nt. Well, if the strike is over and trains are to be running again in the morning, that job has got to be done to-night. It shall be, and I won't make a botch of it this time I'm afraid that1I can't get a chance to dose the boy, as I did before." At nine o'cloc k L ew retir e d to his room, for he expected to tak e an e arly train, and wanted a long night's s leep. Besides, he had a little task to perform liefore he went to bed. For nearly an hour Harwood liste n e d at his s ide of the door connecting his room and Lew's and heard the boy moving about from time to time. "Curse him l" he muttered; "what i s he up to? Why don't he i"O to bed?" He applied his eye to the keyhole, but it did not command a view of the part of the roo m occupied by Lew. If he could have seen what the boy was doing, it would have ma de a considerable alteration in his plans. Pesently the light in Lew's room was turned out. "Now," mus e d Harwood, it won't be long before he's asleep; and then, if the letter isn't in my p o ssession within ten minutes, I'm making a big mistake." He waited nearly half an bour longer; then he cautiously and noiselessly drew the bolt that fastened the doors, and in his stock ing feet entered the room The boy 's quiet, regular brea.thing told the interloper that he wa s asleep. The light from the other room illumined the apartment, and Harwood could see the boy's clothes carelessly thrown upon a chair. He seized the coat and returned to his own room, muttering: "At last! Let me see, where was it that the detective dis covered the letter? On the right breast, I think. Yes, here it is." He tapped upon the breast of the coat, and plainly heard the rattling of a crisp sheet of paper. Examining the lining, he quickly found the seam that had been ripp,d. He drew a penknife from his pocket and cut the stitches. His breath came in quick, short pants; the c:Olor rose to his face. "In another moment he whispered, excitedly, "the letter will be mine, and then it will be out of your power to ioj ure me." He tprust his hand inside the lining of the coat and drew out the paper, which he hurriedly placed in hia own pocket.

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12 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Now, my fine fellow," he muttered, exultantly, "I have yon!" With trembling hands, he placed the forged letter in t he lining of the coat. Then he returned to Lew's room and replaced the garment where he hiltl found it. Re-enteting his dwn a1>artit1ent, he bolted the door, alld then sank down into a chair. "By ] !" he murmured, "my heart is beating like a trip hammer It's the first time I ever knew that I had such thihgs as nerves. Well, the job's done. The kid won't discover it, for the opening through which I took the letter was a good deal smaller than the one in which he put it. And even if lie should suspect that the coat has been tampered with ahd investigate, he 'll find the Jetter apparently all right. And no;, then, to take a look at this Jetter of Mrs. Wardeh's, and see what she has to say to this of hers." He drew from his pocket the paper which he had gained pos session of. As he did so, an ext:lamation of astonishment, almost consternation, escaped his li1>s. 'Where is the envelope? It is gone l And the letter--' HI! unfolded the paper. A moment later it dropped from his nerveless fingers. It was only a blank sheet. There was not even a line of writing upon it. What did it mean? Was it possible that the detective had been mistaken, and that the Jetter had not been hidden in the Ji11ing? "No, it's a trick l" he tried, fiercely; "the letter was there, and, by Heaven, I'll have it at any cost l" He was right; it was a trick. Lew remembered what the detective had said the paper, and knew that Harwood had overheard it, and that he shrewd enough to guess that the hidden paper was none other than tilt letter for which he was in search. He believed Harwood to be a guest in this hotel; that he had followed hint for the purpose of making another attempt to gain possession of the Jetter. He therefore decided that he would find a new place of con cealment fot the preciclllS dotument. ln pursuance tif this resolution, .he removed the latter from its hiding place as soon as he reached his room, and transferred it to the lining of the small valise which he carried. While he was sewing up the rip in the Ji11ing of his coat, it oc curred to him to put a folded sheet of paper in place of the letter. As we have seen, the young plotter was caught in the trap laid for him. "I'll have that Jetter if I have to kill him to iet it!" he muttered. "Now, then, for another att11mpt." With less caution than before, he re-entered Lew's room, and began searching the boy's pockets. He turned out their entire contents upon the floor, and exam ined every pap,!!t with trembling hands. "Not here I" he murmured, with a fierce oath "What has he done wlth it? Ah, his valhe; perhaps it's there." A low cry of triumph escaped his lips. "The lining has been tampered with-the letter is here! I'll bet fifty to one on it." He drew a penknife from his pocket, and began to cut the stitches in the lining of the valise. 13ut scarcely had he commenced the work when he was seized and thrown violently to the floor, while a voice demanded: "What are you doing here?" Looking up, the astonished Harwood saw Lew standing over him, with clinched fists and flashin& eyes, The intruder's presence of mind did not desert him. Quickly deciding that, under the circumstances, strategy would be able to violence, he assumed a bewildered look, and demanded: Where am I?" 1 "You know well enough where you are, Mr. Mordaunt, or what ever your name is," replied the thoroughly aroused boy. "Why, is it possible that I am in your room, my young friend?" "I should say it was!" "I know you do not the situation. The fact is, Lew, I am a somnambulist "You are, eh ?" "I am; and I must have entered your room m my sleep "And emptied my pockets and opened my valise in your sleep, too, I suppose?" "Is it possible that I have done these things?" "See here," said the boy, decidedly, this won t go down." "Do you mean to insult me i"' cri( J I Harwood, trying to put on a look of indignation. "Do you insinuate that I a minister of the gospel, have entered your room with any evil intent?" At this moment the boy noticed that his companion's beard was slightly awry. Tpen a su s picion of the truth dawned upon him. He seized the beard, and before the intruder could offer any re sistance, had removed it. I thought so!" exclaime d Lew. "Now, you scoundrel, it is my turn!" "Is it? I guess not." And the young fellow made a sudden lunge at the boy. But Lew dodged the blow, and was about to give his assailant one in return, when the !fellow suddenly turned and rushed into his own room. Lew pursued him, but beore he could reach the door Harwood had closed and bolted it. Our hero touched the electric bell communicating with the of fice, and then began hurriedly dressing himself. He was ful\y dressed when his was answered. In a !ew Wotds he explained to the hallboy that his robtn had been entered by his neighbor, and ordered him to stlmmdh all officer. "I will stay here and see that he do;,'t escape," he added. "But he am gone now," said the bewildered darkey. "Who is gone?" cried Lew. 1'De clergyman." Lew hurried dowristJ:i!rs, but he was too late. It was now war to the knife between them, and tpe b oy kne\v that he must be constantly on the alert .' He left Minneapolis soon after daybreak the next morning. At the depot and on board the cars he kept a sharp lookout for his enemy, but he saw no one who bbre the slightest resemblante t6 Harwood. If the young villain \vas still on his track, he was as thoroughly disguised as before. The next three days of Lew's journey were comparatively uneventful. Among the passengers were an old while-haired gentleman and an extremely pretty girl> perhaps a year yourtger than Lew both of whom-the young lady particularly, we doubt not...l.attracted Lew's attention. Toward the clo s e of the first day's journey the old gentleman, whom our hero had seen looking very attentively at him a number of times, entered into conversation with the boy, him in the most delicate manner as to-the object of his jolirney. Both the old and his daughter listened with e\'ery appearance of interest to our hero's recital.

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BRAVEAND BOLD. Nor were his compa11ions uncommunicative. Lew learned that the old gentleman was Judge Seabrooke, of Chicago, and that, in company with his daughter, Edith, he was traveling for his health, which had become seriously undermined by too strict attention to the arduous duties of his profession. There was another of the passengers who made some attempt to cultivate an intimacy with Lew. This was a youth of about his own age, but with a prematurely old fate, who !at directly behind him. But Lew received his advances so coolly that he soon desisted. On the evening of the third day, while our hero was coh versing with Judge Seabrooke, the hand of the youth we have spoken of was cautiously extended under Lew's seat. In another moment the fellow had gained possession of the boy's valise, a11d had substituted another, its exact counterpart, for it. Nearly all the passengers were in the dining-room car at the time, and no one saw the act. It was scarcely fifteen minutes after this incident that the train, which at the time was passing through a tract of mountainous country, came to a halt so suddenly that the passengers-most of whom had by this time returned from the dining-car-were al most thrown from their seals. The next instant a party of half a dozen masked men, armed with revolvers, rushed into the car from the forward end. "Hands up!" shouted their leader, and nearly every man in the car obeyed. "Train robbers !" exclaimed l\{iss Seabrooke. "Yes, miss," said the leader; "but we'll do our work nice and quiet, so don't you get excited. Gents, hand over your valuables." The passengers meekly "Are you men?" cried the young girl, a flush of indignation rising to her cheeks. "VVhy don't you defend yourselves? You are two to one." "You're a mighty pretty girl," said the chief of the gang. "Say, Bill"-to one of his band-"take her out of here. Carry her to our rendezvous. I've taken a iancy to her." One of the ruffians seized Edith around the waist, and was her, shrieking, from the car, when the old judge arose, and cried, in trembling accents: "Is there no one here who will lift a hand to save my child?" "Yes," cried Lew, springing to his "I will!" C.HAPTER X. A DESPERATE UNDERTAKING. While the rest of the passengers were too cowardly to lift a hand in their own defen e, to say nothing of that of the young girl, they could not help admirinii the grit of the boy who stood up bdore the desperado and defied him as coolly as if such experi ences were everyday occurrences with him. And there was a look of involuntary admiration, too, in the ruffian's e.yes, as he demanded: "What do you mean, boy?" "Just what l say." "And what do you propose to do about it?" Lew dtew the self-cocking revolver that he had purchased in Chicago just before he left that city, and, leveling it at the ruffian's head, said; "I propose to blow out yout brains if you don't countermand your o.rder to that fellow, and tell him to release that young lady!" The j ridge sprang to his feet. "Lew, my noble boy," he cried, in trembling accents, "you cannot save rn child; do not imperil your own life." The chief of the outlaws laughed loudly. "Don't worry yourself, old man," he said; "we're not quite as black as we're painted. Let the girl go,'' ordered the chief. The fellow who had seized Edith released her, and, pale and trembling with terror, she flew to her father's arms. "Now, then, 111y boy," said the outlaw, "arc you satisfied? If you'd been a man l'd have put a l lrnllet through you you'd spokct1 words. By Jo\c I believe you arc thv opelied it ahd began ripping open the lining with a penknife. This action was rtot lost upon the robber chief. "What are you doing there?" he demanded, scowling, rushing forward and seizing the bag. ''What have you got in the lining of this thing? Bah! nothing bpt a letter! Who is it addtessed to? 'Mr. Ralph Marlowe, Yokohama, Japan.'" Lew spran-g forward i11 exdtemeht "That is my letter!" "Yours, youngster?" "Yes; that fellow must hav-e i;tolc11 my bag." "I believe you; ht looks like a crook." "It's a lie; the letter 'is tbit\i! !" shot1tetl the :strange passe11ger, in a voice that seemed singularly familiar. "Say, come off I" irttetrupted the leader of the band. "\.Yho and what are you, anyway?" With a quick movement, he seil!ed the fellow's beard. It came off in his hand, revealing the features of Alfred Harwood. "I thought as much," sneei'ed the outlaw, "Here, boy, take your Jetter,'' and he tossed lt to Lew, who trnt it In his pocket. Harwood glared at Lew, and his face turned white with rage, but he said not a word. A shrill whistle sounded outside the car. The robber chief started. "The signal!" he exclaimed. "Come, all of you I" As he spoke he gazed steadfastly at Edith. Then he suddenly sprang forward and lifted her in his arms, exclaimlrtg: "Now, then, my pretty one, you must go with me." With these words, he started for the door. "Haiti" The voice was Lew;s. But he had scarcely uttered the last word when he was seized from behind by one of the band, and ti-.. weapon torn from his grasp. At the same moment he received a blow which felled him to the floor of the car. For a few seconds he was t111conscious. vVhen his senses re turned, and he arose to his feet, the robbers -bad gone, carrying Edith Seabrooke with them. Lew gazed around him, a flush of i11dignation on his brow. "Are you men," he cried, hotly, addressing the other passen gers, whose blanched features were beginning to slowly assume their natural hue, "that you permit this crime to be committed before your very eyes?''

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BRAVE AND BOLD. At this moment the train b e gan to move "My daughter, my Edith I" cried Judge Seabrooke, faintly. Lost lost to me forever!" "No, judge, she i s not Jost!" exclaimed Lew, in a thrilling voice. "I will save her and bring her back to you." The next moment he had leap e d from the car, which was now going at a good rate of s peed. Harwood sprang to his feet, and after a hesi t ation, fotlowed him, mutte ring : "Now is my chance ; I can t aff ord to lose it." It w a s a strange, alm os t weird and uncanny, sight tha t met Lew s gaze a s he leap e d from the traio, a sight so diff e rent from anything he had ev e r before beheld that, in s pite of his solicitude for the girl he had und e rtaken to rescue he involuntarily paused and gazed around him. On one side of the railroad track tower e d mountains, thousands of feet in height and by the light of the full moon he could see the band of outlaws passing through a rocky defile, perhaps a hundred rods distant. On the oth e r side of the track yawned a frightful chasm, pro dnced by some terrible upheaval of nature in prehistoric ages. tie shuddered as he gazed down into those unfathomable d e pths, and turned to l o ok after the fast-disappearing train. As he did so, he fancied that he saw a dark form lurking in the shad o w o f a giant tree For some moments he gazed steadfastly at the spot, and finally came to the conclusion that he had mistaken. The robbers con t inued their way up the mountain, the sound of their voices and laughter growing fainter and fainter in the dis tance Lew prepared to follow them. It seemed an almost helpless enterprise thi s that he had undertaken. He had pitted himself against this entire band of desperate m e n. How could he hope to accomplish his purjlose s ingle handed? The boy did not, however, stop to think of the chances of s uc cess or failure, but with the undrogress was suddenly arres ted His c oat had c a ught upon a branch that projected from the side of the cliff and the material being stout, it had not yielded The moon was h i dden behind a cloud at the moment-intense darkne ss e n s hrouded the scene. Lew not move, for the slightest motion might precipitate him into the abyss below He heard voices above him. One of them he recog nized as Harwood's. To whom could the others belong? As the reader is aware, they were those of the two outlaws who had captured Lew's late assailant The ne x t instant moon emerged from her hiding place. As he gazed about him, the boy's heart sank. Above, below and on all sides of him was an almost

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 15 ular wall of rock, thinly co'vere d with shrubbery To reasc end s e emed utterly imp o ssible'. l "But as his eyes became more to the dim light, h e saw, perhaps ten feet to his left, what appeared to! be a pathway hewn by the giant hand of nature in the solid rock-a road lend ing up to summit of the cliff. If he could but reach it, e s cape from the fate that threa t ened him might yet be po ss ible. There was one chance! T here were numerous other bra nche s and clumps of shrubbery projeetit1g from interstice s in the rock ; perhaps by their aid he tould reach the secrt1ing haven of safety that presented itelf before his eye s Yet the chance was a desp e rate one. If the vegetation to which h e clung s hould give w ay, he would inevitab l y be da s h e d to piece s o n the r o cks bel ow, for a r e p etit ion of the fortunate accident that had s a ved him was n o t to be tho ught of. On other hand, to remain where he was meant a s low and horrible death. Reacue was impossible, and he might hang suspended there for weeks, or m o nths, or even years. The adventUrolls spirit of the boy prompted him re course to the former expedi ent, d e sperate as it seemed. Brea t hing a prayer to Heave n, he seized hold of a stout b r anc h and swung himself out into space. The branch creaked and b e nt, but did notbreak. For a second and a third time the boy repe a t e d the perilou s experiment, and then h e l a nd e d in sa f e ty up o n a rocky foo fpath .that had be e n tro dd e n m a ny times befort!\ by human feet. His ovenaxed energies now partially gave way, and he sank to the ground in a half-unc o n s cious state. In a few moments he had recovered his facultie s Rising to hi s feet, he began slowly and cautiously asceading th e ne a rly perpendiculp.r foo t path, murmuring: "Now to find the robbers rendez v ous, and ke e p my promise to Judge Seabi:ooke !" CHAPTER XII. THE R O BBERS RENDEZVO U S. Auived at-the sutnrnit of the cliff, Lew gazed into the black abyss from which he had been miraculously rescued, and s!rnddeted. _.Then he looked eagerly about him The robbers had disap peared up the tn0i.1ntain path; rtot a sound disturbed the stillness. ''.l ttl.Ust not .Jo-se anothe11 moment-I" rnurmured the boy. And he started in the direction -In which the robbers lmd gone. A few minutes l ater he reached the rocky path by which they hitd the mountai.p , He was forced hqwever, to traveL slowly, for the road was not only ruggtd,. but dangero us. At man)' points a false step would have m eant certain death. An hoQr pa sed, and yet no $OUnd of a human habitation bol.ibts and fears began to assail the boy. He might be on the wrong path \Vere he to miss his way might wander ab'out t11e mount a ins for day s and pnally die o { starvation. '.'to-add to ihe tliffiizultics 11is po sitio11, the sky had become overcast with clouds, and he to s lowly aml caui.io h l "" . .. .He h'l\od been asc ending the .mounta.iu path perhaps a little si:unl.'bled a1\ d fell at 1full lengti ;: ' .. The next jnstant he wu startled to hear a loud voice demand : "Who's there?" Lew crawled to the side of the road and concealed himself behind a large rock . I;ie w;is jus t in time, for tl; e next instant the moon emerged momentarily from behind the clouds, and peering cautiously from hi s hiding place, he s aw t w o of the robber b and approaching. th e m c a rried a rifle. were evidently doing sehtry duty. "Who's there?" repeated the man who had spqken before. Oh,. it' s no one at all / said hi s companion, ii;npatiently. B ut d idn't you hear that n o i se?" Yes; i t some animal probably. " Mayb e." "Of course it w as There i s n t a human oemg, W!tn the ex ception of our pe o ple, within ten miles." "'I guess you re right." "Of cour se I am N ow, then, Jack, give us th.e particulars of your scheme. " Y o u'll go with us. Bill ? "Of course I will. I've stood about all of Darrell'& tyranny that I to. We want a new '!lld yo11, Jack Hume, are the .m<. m for the position( S i t down here, Bill, and I'll tell you all,'' The two men seated themselves upon a within four feet o f the spot where Lew wa s "How many are there in the scheme?''. quest!oned Bill, in a l ow, cau t i o u s voic e Twenty ." "Twenty?" exclaim e d th e ruffian in a tone indicative of s urpri se. Twenty, counting your s elft"' "Nearly half the band?" Yes." "Do you expect to get more?" "A few-two or three, maybe 1'The rest you think will s tick to Darrell'!'" Most of them will fight for him, but come over to our side in the end. There are a few that I'm pretty sure would join us, but I'm afraid to approach them, for if they should give us away it would be all up with us." "That' s so," and the ruffian s huddered as he spoke. Darrell's a fiend incarnate when he's aroused, and if he suspected treachery he'd show the guilty ones no mercy." "Bah I are you afraid of him?" sneered Jack. "Well, he isn't a man I'd care to triffe with "You're like the rest, B ,ill-you look on him as something more than human. But I don t fear him-no, nor any man alive : He's intimidated the entire, band and that's why they all submit s o meekly to his exactions. you mark my words, Bill, there won't be many in the band who won t be glad to be rid of him and who won't prefer me as a leader. There'll be a more equal di$tribution of swag, and there won t be any of this petty tyranny. " I b e lieve you, Jack. .. "You may believe me. Now sec here, Bill, as you know, you and I and Darrell are the only brainy men in the and the old parson The rest are mere cattle, who will do whatever they are bidd e n allow themselv e s to be driven abQut like a flock of sheep. "That'.s sp." 0 "We have the advantage of education, and that's a big ad anywhtre. We mold these peopJc: to our wills, once Darrell is out of way. be chief and you shall be my lieutenant." "I?"

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16 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Certainly-that has been my plan from the beginni!_1g. Shake been transplanted from one of Scott'$ novels, in br'eathless on it." The two ruffians shook hands. nation. He almost expected to awaken and find that it was all a dream. But where was Edith? He saw .nothing of her. There was "But how do you intend to dispose of Darrell?" "There's only one way-put a bullet into him That's the first step." at the outset. one woman in the cave, a decrepit old hag who was waiting upon the table, but the fair prisoner was not visible. "I guess you're right." But the further extremity of the cave was enveloped in shadows, which undoubtedly concealed her from view. "But what about this girl that he took from the train?" "She shall be mine. Do you know what Darrell's purpose regard to her is?" "No." "Then I'll tell you : He means to make her his wife." Fearing that some one of the revelers might chance to look in out and see him, the boy was about to step beneath the shadow '-of. a crag that frowned above him, when he was seized in a pair of powerful arms, and before he could offer any resistance, borne into the midst of the robber band. I "His wife?" "Yes. He took a big fancy to her from the moment he first saw her, and he's going to marry her. He has given her three days to consent, and at the end of that time, if she agrees, they'll be married by the parson." "Is he really a parson, Jack?" "Sure; he used to run a big church in 'Frisco before he took to drinking, but he's still a full-fledged Gospel-sharp, and can marry them as well he could in his palmiest days." "But the girl will never consent." "Well, I suppose Darrell intends to force her to marry him if she doesn't. But he won't, for before the three days have ex pired, his carcass will be lying in the ravine yonder, and the girl will be mine "What shall we do with this pri s oner of Darrell's?" ques tioned Bill. "I don't know-make him one of us, perhaps." "1 wouldn't trust him; his face tells me that he's a treacherous cur." "I think you're right there. Well, we can settle that matter at our leisure. And now I'll give you all the particulars of what I intend to do. But let us get a little further away from the cave." "A good scheme. They say that walls have ears, and perhaps these rocks and bushes have, too." The two ruffians arose and continued their way down the moun tainsidl. Lew remained quiet until their footsteps had died away in the distance, thinking of the conspir-acy that had been accidentally revealed to 1iim Then he arose and coi;itinued his ascent of the mountain. ft was evident that was very near the robbers' rendezvous; and that that rendezvous was a cave he had learned from the conversation he had overheard. After about five minutes' walk the sound of voices reached his ear. He now proceeded more cautiously. In a few moments a sudden turn in the road revealed a scene that brought him to a sudden standstill. Scarcely a hundred feet distant yawned the mouth of an im mense cave, the interior of which was illumined by a dozen pine iorches. Around a huge table in the center of the cave were seated per haps fifty men partaking of a rude but bountiful respast. At the head of tlle table was seated the robber chief In his hand he held a tumb!er of liquor. His face was wreathed in smiles, he was in the best of humor. He had just finished \ telling a s'tory, apparently, and the cave resounded with laughter and loud expressions of approval. .. Lew gazed upbn the scene, wliich as \f if must have CHAPTER XIII. COMPANIONS IN MISERY. As if by one impulse every man of the party sprang to his feet as Lew's captor hurried the boy into the cave. have we here?" demanded the robber chief, frowningly. 'A spy that I found lurking outside." "Why," exclaimed the chief, recognizing Lew for the first time, "it's the kid we saw on the train. How did you come here, boy?" "I was brought here against my will, as you saw," replied Lew, Two or three of the band laughed, Darrell, the chief, only scowled the more fiercely as he said: "Don't bandy words with me, boy. You followed us to this place." "I did "You are a spy." "I am not. I care nothing about the movements of you or your band." "Then what is your purpose in coming here?''. "To demand the release of Miss Seabrooke." Darrell laughed loudly. "To demand it, eh? That's a word I don't like the sound of, youngster." "To request it, then," said Lew, preserving the same quiet, im perturbable demeanor, although he knew lie was in deadly peril. "That's better," said the chief; "but I shall have to refuse your very modest request. The girl is mine. See here, youngster, you're the third person that has hunted out this spot. Do you know where the other two are?" "How should I know?" asked Lew, looking the outlaw in the eye. ''I'll tell you; their bones lie. rc;itting at the bottom of a ravine not very far from here. They met the fate that is always ac corded a spy That fate will be yours." "I am not a spy," said the boy "Perhaps not; but you've found this place, and you know too much to be permitted to leave it alive." "Yo.u mean to murder me, then?" said Lew, in the same quiet1 even tone that he had used from the beginning. "You can call it that if you want to. Self-preservation is the first law of nature, boy . You're a plucky one, and I hate to do it-I tell you that frankly ; but .our demand it. Am I not right, men ?" "Ay !" shouted every man _in the band. ")\ilay r have a word with you?" interposed Lew almost pLead ingly. "Yes, a dozen of 'em if you like," responded the chief. : 'Go ahead." Lew went on with all the eloquence he could command to paint the agony of the bereaved father, so cruelly robbed _o.f his idolized-_,

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BRAVE AND BOLD. [ 7daughter, the prop of his declining years, and ended by begging Darrell to rel e ase the girl and let her leave the place with him. I will promise you," he said, "that I will not reveal to a living soul t!:te location of this cave, and that you will lose n othing by returning thl' young l ady to her father." "Are you done?" said Darre ll, as the boy pau s ed. "Belause if you are. let me tell you that, though her father offered as her ransom hi s entire fortune, I would not free her. Do you understand that? I love her-I loved her from the moment these eyes first rested upon her features," and the color aros e to the outlaw's dusky face. I have sworn that s he sha :ll be mine, and she can only return to her father as my wife-my wife, do you understand, boy? "She will never be yours, said Lew, resolutely. "Indeed?" sneered the chief. "We shall see whether your will or mine p vails Away with him!" A fellow wh o m Darrell' had addressed as Rob stepped toward our hero. Out went the boy's right fist, and the next moment the ruffian lay stretched at his feet The movement had been so swift and so unexpected that it had been impossibl e for the fellow to make any resistance. L e w rus hed out of che cave and began the descent of the rocky path, at the top of his speed, closely pursued by a dozen of the outlaws. But he had scarcely gone twenty feet when he stumbled and f e ll Before he could arise he was in the strong grasp of Darrell. "You're plucky enough," said the outl a w, "but you 'll find that escape from this place is an impos s ibility It was easier to get here than it will be tc get away." He hurried the boy back to the cave and repeated his orde r that he be bound. In a few moments Lew's hands and feet were tied with thin, strong cord. "Now," ordered Darrell, "place him with the other. Away with him I I've had quite enough of this." The man who had bound Lew, a fellow of Herculean build, lifted the boy in his arms as if he had been an infant, and bore him through a long, narrow passageway, dimly illumined at in' tervals by pine torches. The passage must have been at least five hundred feet in length, and itterminated in an apa11tment nearly as large as that in which the band of outlaws were as s embled. Thro wing the helpless boy down with almost brutal force, the ruffian said : "Now, then, youngster, I'd advise you to keep mighty quiet, for Darrell ain t in a mood to stand miich more from you." A s he strode from the room, Lew was startled to hear a low cry only a few feet distant. Raising himself upon his elbow, he gazed in the direction from which the sound proceeded and was amazed to see Alfred Har wood lying in a similar. position, and staring at him, an express ion almost of horror upon his face. it you," he gasped, "or your ghost?" "Yes, it is I,' said Lew, quietly. "Again yollr schemes have miscar.ried : You did no f sueceed in murdering me, you see." "Well, I'm g lad of it said the young villain. "I shouldn't want to meet the fate that threa-tens me with that crime on my s o ul. -But hO\V did you get here?" ."I came of my own accord "Of. yout 'own accord?-" "Yes, to rescue Miss Seabrooke." "You -were a fbo1." .> .1L _.;"'i l Lew said nothing. I "Do you know where Miss Seabrooke is?" asked he. "No." "You have seen nothing of her since you have been 1iere ?" "No. I h aven't bothered my head about her." "You will help me rescue her?" questioned Lew, "Help you rescue her? What ar.e you talking about? I look like re scuing anyb o dy, don't I? Why, I'm bound so tight!)> that I can hardly move a muscie." '-"Suppose I free you? "You! Why, you're tied yourself." "I shall not be long." "What do you mean?" "You see what a sharp jagged edge this rock to my left has? I believe that I can cut this rope with it." In le ss than five minutes he had succeeded in severing the rope that bound his hands. Then he drew a penknife from his pocket and cut the cords that encircled liis ankles. "Good boy! Now, then, just cut these ropes will you? By Jove! the infernal scoundrels have tied them so tight that the blood can't circulate and my arm and legs are numb "Remembe r," said Lew, the duty that we have to perform." "What duty?" "The rescue of Miss Seabrooke, of course." "Oh, that's all right! Don't stand there talking all night, but cut these ropes." Thus urged, Lew performed the required s ervice. "vVhew !" exclaimed Harwood, rising to his feet, "that's a relief." "Now, the n said Lew, too solicitous as to the young girl's welfare to think even for a mom ent of his own peril, "to work!" "To work? Ah, yes! Well, my boy, what do you propose to do?" Before Lew could reply a shriek, in a voice which he instantly recogni z ed as Edilh Seabrooke's, resounded through the cave. CHAPTER XIV. "I FORBID THE SACRIFICE." "That was Miss Seabrooke's voice I" said Lew. "From which din; ction did it come, do you th !nk?" "From yonder, fancied," said Harwood, indicating the entrance opposite to that by which our hero had been brought into the apartment. "That's what I thought." "Hold on I Where are you "\Vhere am I going? To rescue Miss Seabrooke, if I c:in. Come on!" "What chance have you got to rescue that girl? Not the ghost of one. And what difference does it make to you whether she is rescued or not? We\J better look out for ourselves." "Coward!" began Lew, indignantly. Lew waitl'd to hear no more, but rushed off in the direction from which the sound proceeded. Harwood, choosing another entrance, collided with a robber. The next in stant he was in the ruffian's grasp. "So I didn't til' you tight e nough, eh? Well, I won't make the same mi s t ake again Hello! the ropes have been cut. And whe re s the kid I "Gone. "Gone, eh? W e ll, he won't go far-the entrances to the cave are too carefully gt1arded for that, I can tell you." "See here," pleaded Han; ood, "you could get me Ou_!: of this lf you would."

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BRA VE AND BOLD. "Could I?" "I have a thousand dollars." "Y 01.1 have, eh?" "Yes, and it is yours if you Wirll get me out of this "Do you mean it?" "I do," said Harwood, certain now that his scheme wag about td succleed. "What is your answer?" "This!" And the ruffian dealt Harwood a blow between the eyes, with brutal force. Then, as the young fellow lay half unconscious upon the floor of 'the cave, he bent over him, and seizing liim hl}" the throat, demanded : "Where is that thousand dollars?" "Help, help !" cried Harwood. In another moment the ruffian had possessed himself of the money. "That's the iuea," he said, complacently, thrusting the b!lls into his pocket. "What' tile use of my risking my life to set you ftee whl"n I can scoop in the swag just as easy without? Now you mind one thing, yourlg fellow: Don't you Say a word about this money to the chief, for If you do I'll tell a yam that'll your case in about the quickest time on record. You're riot in the East now, boy, and don't you forget if." The fellow then proceeded to bind his prisoner again, even more tightly than before. This ta s k performed, he strode off. In the meantime where was Lew? Follo,ving the sound of the voices, which momentarily grew more am:!, more distinct he reached the entrance of still another apartmeht of the cave, whlth, to his st!rtlrise, he saw was furnished with some attempt at comfort, even lu5'' ury. Standing in the deep shadow of the entrance, he surveyed the scene in silence. lh th!! center of the apartment stood Edith Seabrooke con fronting, with tear-stained face, but flashing eyes, Darrell, the outlaw chief. "Is that all you have to say?" were the fir s t words heard; they were uttered by Darrell. "It is," replied the girl. "You hate and tlespise mei ehl" 'went on the ot1t!aw, 'l:!ytlically. "I do." "And yotl insist that you will rtever becotfle my \vife ?''. "Not for the wealth of tbe Rothschllds W'luld I consent to be your wife," said the i cried, in a thtillirtg voice. ''I forbid the sacrifice!" CHAPTER XV. LEW MAKES A DAROA!N. Edith uttered a shriek. Then she rushed almost mstihctively into Lew's arm!!, as if for Darrell uttered an oath. "Boy!" he
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' BRA VE AND BOLD. the location of this place, and guide those hither who will make you and your band suffer for all your villainies." Darrell regarded the boy fixedly for a few moments. "You mean that, do you?" "I do." "Well, I believe you ; and I therefore revoke my promise.' Edith uttered a shriek. "Lew, what have you said? Accept the freedom offered you and go--for my sake." ''For your sake I shall remain. I would accept freedom upon any terms except those this villain offers." "But--" "You will not have it upon any terms whatever now," inter rupted Darrell. "My original intention toward you shall be carried out. This night, my lad, will be your last on earth." ''You do not-you cannot mean it I" cried Edith, her lovely eyes dilating with horror. Darrell made no reply, but uttered a shrill whistle, in response to which two of the hand almost immediately entered the room. "Return this boy to the place from which he has escaped," said chief, "and see to it that you guard him better thi\ time." The fellows seized Lew and hurried him from the apartment. "Aha!" said Harwoo. d, as the boy was again brought into the dungeon, bound hand and foot, "so you didn't get off after all, did you?" His tone was one almo s t of s atisfaction. Lew made no reply. "There's no way of getting out of this place continued Harwood. "I hadn't gone two steps before I was in the clutches of one of the band, who, before Jee left me, robbed me of every penny I had." "The same money of which you robbed me," said Lew. "Ha! ha!" return e d the young fellow, not a whit abashed. "Yes, and more, too. Well, it's all right. What use is the money to me now? He might as well have it as I." continued in this strain, but as our hero made very few replies he soon relapsed into silence, and presently sank into an uneasy slumber. Lew had formed a plan by which he felt sanguine that he should be able to obtain his release and the girl's. .At an early hour in the morning, one of the band passed through the apartment, and Lew hailed him. "What is it?" asked the fellow, gruffly. "I want to see your chief." "You do eh ?" "Will you ask him to come here?" "I'll ask him, but he won't do it." "Tell him that I want to see him on business of the greatest ,; import:fnce." "I'll tell him, young un." "What's your scheme?" asked Harwood, as the ruffian left the room. "I have some information for Darrell,'' replied the boy, "by which I hope to purchase my release and Miss Seabrooke's." "And where do I come in?" "I will include you in the bargain." "But see here, what is this scheme, "Listen to my conversation with Darrell, and you will learn. Hush! here he is." The outlaw chief entered. "You want to see me?" he asked. "Yes." "Well, what is it?" "I want to make a bargain with you." .r "A bargain?" . "Yes. I want my liberty and that of this young man and of Miss Seabrooke." "Indeed! A modest demand. And what do you offer in .re turn ?" sneered Darrell. "Information of the utmost value to you-information that will save your life." "\Vhat do you say boy?" "I have accidentally discovered a conspiracy against you." "A conspiracy!" said Darrell, incredulously. "Yes, a mutiny is in progress in your band. The traitors in tend to take your life and put another man in your place." "Boy," hissed Darrell, "if you are deceiving me--" "I am telling you the truth," said our hero, looking him steadfastly in the eyes. "By heavens! I believe that you arc. How did you learn this?" "From a conversation which I accidentally overheard." "And the ringleader of this enterprise is--" "You shall know his name when you agree to my terms." Darrell paced the ap a rtment, evidently in deep thought. "I believe that you have told me the truth," he said, pausing presently. "I have suspected that something of the sort was going on. In return for this information you ask the release of your two companions and yourself?" "I do." "I agree to those terms. And now the villain's name?" "That you shall know when we are free." "I cannot agree to that. You have my word that I will re lease you." As he spoke, Darrell cut the ropes that bound both. "Now, he said, "tell me the name of the traitor, and you and your companions shall be conducted from this place." Lew considered a moment; then he said: "It is Jack Hume." "Jack Hume! the man I trusted most!" cried Darrell. "Come come with me, both of you, and you shall sec the fate that Darrell metes out to a traitor I" CH.APTER XVI. STILL ANOTHER HOPE. Darrell led the two young men into a large room, where the band were seated about a table discussing a generous meal. "What's up, chief?" asked a powerful, dark-faced man whom Lew recognized with terror as Jack Hu. me, leader of the rebels. "You may well ask," with an ugly smile. "I have come to punish a traitor." Before any one present could fathom his intention the chief drew his revolver, and in another moment a bullet was buried in his enemy's brain. As Hume fell to the floor of the cave, Darrell cried in a thrilling voice: "Are there any others who wish to share this traitor's fate?" As he stood there, his eyes flashing, his herculean frame drawn up to its full height, Lew could understand his power over these outlaws. It consisted in his remarkable personal magnetism. Although it would have been easy enough for one of Hume' fol lowers to instantly avenge his murder, not a hand waa raisedf on the contrary, every face wore an expression of fear and ap prehension. "There are many who deserve it-that I know," went on the chief; "but I do not think there are many who will dare court it as he did. To those who were in this enterprise with Hume I will say go; leave the band if you want to; but if you remain here, it must be as my subjects. Now take your choice--ao ot

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20 BRA VE AND BOLD. stay. If there are any here who are dissatisfied, let thern say so now." A dead silence followed. "Let those who are true to me rise," said Darrell, a few moments later. Every man in the room arose in his place. The chief surveyt>d them with a grim smile "Among you," he said, "there are some who are traitors at heart, and who richly deserve the same pupishm e nt that has be.e;i dealt out to the man whose ins tructions they have been following. I know who they are; remember that, all of you I shall watch them, and I have sources of information unknown to any of you. At the first symptom of a new outbreak of this mutiny I shall take decisive measures to protect myself and those of the band who are true to me and to our joint intere s ts. But I do not ex pect any further trouble, for I give you all credit for knowing your own interests too well to make any. Remove that man's body, some of y<.m. Throw it over the ravine-the fate he doubt less intended for me." Two of the band bore the dead outlaw's b o dy from the cave, the chief not deigning to bestow another glance upon it. Turning to his prisoners, Darrell said: "Return to your room." "But you-you promised us our freedom," stammere d Harwood. The outlaw laughed harshly. "Did I?" "Of 1:ourse you did." "Well, I've a very short memory." ''Do you mean to say." demanded Lew, hotly, "that you are not going to keep your word with ns ?" "Well, that's about the size of it," replied the outlaw. "You've heard the old saying that a bad promise is better broken than kept; that's what I think in this case. You know too nrnch to be allowed to leave this place alive." "But," pleaded Harwood, with paling face, "we ll never give you away, you know. What motiv e could w11 have in doing so? I say, you've g o t to stick to your word, you know." "Have I? Well, I will." I "You wiJJ?" "Yes my first promise to you that I would never allow you to escape me. This, my yong friend, is your last day on earth, so make up your mind to it." "Why did you promise us our freedo!Jl ?" cried Lew, his eyes flashing with "Why? Be\:ause it suited my purpose to do so-because I de sired to gain the information you possessed." "And Seabrooke--:-" The mere mention of the name wrought a change in the outlaw's face. "Have I not told you that I am going to make her my wife?" "That shall never be!" exclaimed Lew. "You think you will be able to prevent it, do you?" sneered the chief "I do." "Well, then you ll have to make quick work of it, for within twenty-four hours will die." "I have always heard and believed that there was a certain amount of honor e v en among thieves, but you are a man destitute of the slighte s t claim to th a t quality." I say, don't get him mad, whi s pered Harwood. "Bah !" cried Dan;ell, contemptuou sly. "I'll hear no more. Away with them!" The two priso11ers were s eized and bound, and again returned to their dungeon. "Well," said Harwood, despairingly, when they were alone, "our hash is cooked this time, sure. Our last chance is gone." "Not yet," said Lew, in a low, tone. "We havc still another hope." "Ano th e r hope!" exclaimed his companion. "What hope tan pos s ibly temain to us how?" Lew he s itated Ought he to confide in Harwood agalh? The fellow had ptoved himself treacherous in the past, but what motiv e could he have to be so now? The o ther tead his thoughts, for he said with every appearance of sincerity: See h e re, old man, you don t take much stock in me, I can see that plainly enough, and I don't blame you for I haven't been square to you in the pa s t But things have changed no\\r, and I give you my word that I'll stick to you "Until you have s ome 1-easo n to go back on me," rather bitterly "Yo u wrong1 me it'.de ed you do, but, as I said, I can't bla:i1e yon, for I haven't given y o u any reason to have a very high opinion of me. But maybe I'm not such a bad fellow as yot\ think. Come, now, you've made some sort of a di s coYery haven t you?" 1 "I have." "We ll, what it? Out with it now I ferhaps I can prove to you that two heads are better than one." CHAPTER XVII. DARRELL'S WORST ENEMY. "I can see no harm in telling yu what I have discovered. Our interests in this affair must be one," said Lew. "Of course they must," eagerly. "Go on, ruy boy.'1 "Should we be rekased through any1 efforts of mine--" began our hero. ' I know what you are going to say. You want me to promise that I won't bother you any further. That's all right, my dear fellow. I know wh et1 I have got enough. As soon as I get out of this place, if l ever do, you can bet your sweet liie l shall make tr11cka for New York in the quickest time On record. No more of the Wild West for yours truly. And now go ahead with this great discov
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BRA VE AND BOLD. 21 placed h t' r finger to her lips, and gave me a look as much as to say: 'Do not despair I',, "Is that all?" in a disappointed tone. "That is all. "Pshaw! Why, he old woman is half crazed. And is that your great di s covery? vVhy, it amount s to n o thing." You think so do you ? saio Lew, quietly. I do "Well, you have a right to your opinion Think as you please. I may be wrong, but it is the only hope we have The other only replied with a growl and for hours neither of the pri s oners utte red another w o rd. The hours wore on and the cave, which had been dimly illumined by an op e ning in the ro o f far above the prisoners, grew dark. Presently one of the band brought in a pine torch. As he pl a ced it near the helpless captives, he said, with an evil, vin dictive smile: "It's the last light you' ll ever need, either bf you. The chief 'll be in h ere t o s e e you pretty s oon, and you ve seen how he does busines s as he l e ft th e m. The even ing was not far advanced when sounds of revelry be gan It wa s evident that the outlaws were holding a grand orgy, perhaps to celebrate their chief's victory, and emphasize the re newal of their vows of allegiance. 'If they all get cra z y drunk," said Harwood, apprehensively, "it'll be rough on us." Lew share d his fear s ; but as the night wore on the 1 outlaws became quieter, and s o on after midnight not a sound disturbed the stilln ess. "Well, I gue s s we re safe for die present," said Harwood. "The y 'v e evidently all .drunk themselves stupid. Our execution i s postponed until to -morrow morning." He had statcely utleted the last word when with stealthy, cat-like treatl, the old hag to whom Lew had referred darted into the room. Her eyes blaz e d with a strange exci t ement a s she approached the pri s oner s "Meg!" ga s ped Harwood, considerably startled. "Ha, you know my name(" cried the old woman, m a harsh1 croaking voke. "I h eard som e o f the band call you by it." "Yes, ye s W e ll, hoy,'1 turning to Lew, you understood the signal I ga-ve you when you were borne away?" "I think so/' repli e d our hero. "You thought that I meant--" "that you piti e d and would rescue us." Meg lau g h e d harshly, "Partly right, and partly wrong. Pity is a reeling that has be e n d ead i n thi s brea s t many a l ong ytar. But nevertheless, I will re s cue you all-you t o and the girl." "If y o u feel TIO pity for our condition, curiously, why do you t a ke thi s trouble?" "vV h y ? B e cause I hate Darrell a nd s eek revenge." "Revenge ? For what?" F o r th e m urd e r o f my s on." "Did D arrell murde r your s on?', cried Lew. "Nee d yo u a s k that? Were y o u not a wit nes s of the fop! crime ?" ''I?" e xcl;iim e d the b o y "\Vhy," h e w eht on, a ne\y light b reaking Upo n b\111, "was Jack Hume your s on?" "He was m)' only boy. Oh. I will tnake thllt villai rue t he d a y wh e n he my hatred. He s acrificed my s on but in the end his own life shall pay the p e nalty of the ci;ime .. "If H0ume was your son, asked Lew, did you witness his murder without a wotd? Why did you hot make son1e at tempt to save him?" "Why did I not make some attempt to save him?" the hag, scornfully. "Because I knew that one word from me at that time wotlld bring his vengeance down uv011 my head, be cause I underst o od that my only chance for ttiaking him suffer for what he had done lay in keeping silent and biding rrty ti!ne. You tlo not know Dick bar(ell For years he has been the terror of the cotlntty for mil e s around. The memllers of his band have be e n unresi s ting tools in his hands-puppets which he w o rked as t>leas etl him, and fro m whom he den1anded the mo s t implicit obedience to his will. Had I so mUch my mouth this morning, he wotlld have ni.urdered me a!; he did my boy. I knew him too well to speak. No, 110 I I waited, for I knew that my time would cbme sobn." "See here," said Harwood, with s
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22 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Lew, old man," began Harwood, ''I swear to you--" "It isn't necessary to say any more/' interrupted the boy, half impatiently. "Let him go with us." "You have not decided wisely said Meg; "but it shall be as you say. But too much time has already been spent in talk. Now to release the girl." "Where is she?" anxiously. "Darrell has her securely imprisoned, as he fancies replied the old woman, grimly. "But I am in his confidence, and I can find her I" She left the place, to return presently with Edith. Then she cut the cords of the prisoners. "Have no fear of Meg," said Lew, as they embraced. "She has promised to save us all." "But not for you sake," said the old woman, pointing to Harwood; "and now "come, we are losing time." "Who will guide us?" asked Lew. "My other son," and she uttered a queer whistle, and a pow erful young man entered, whom they recognized as one of the train robbers. "Go," ordered Meg; "he wi11 guide you safely. And you, Tom, hurry back, for we have work to do ere morning breaks." "I shall be back in two hours or less," replied the youth. "Come," he added, beckoning to the three prisoners. "This way." Edith attempted to utter a few w o rds of thanks to the old woman, but Meg impatiently waved her away, and hurriedly left the room. Their guide conducted them in an opposite direction to th a t in which they had entered the cave, and an entrance was soon reached. Each of the three drew a long breath of relief as they emerged from the cave and stood once more under the canopy of heaven The moon was shining brightly, the scene was one of incom parable beauty and grandeur. "Where is the sentinel?" questioned Lew. "I supposed that there was one at every entrance." "There is, as a rule, replied their guide. "I am the sentinel at this entrance." "Is there no danger that we shall be pursued?" inquired Edith, apprehensively. The fellow laughed. "Not much. The rest of the band, with the exception of a few men whom we know to be faithful to us, arc not exactly in a state to do much pursuing." "What do you mean?" asked Harwood. "I mean that they're all drugged." "Drugged?" "That's what I said. The old woman did it; she put the stuff in their liquor, and they're sleeping about as sound as if the y were what they will be soon-dead men." "Wha t they will be soon I" repeated Harwood, with evident curiosity. "What do you mean by that?" "Isn't my meaning plain enough? There's going to be fun up there to-night. There' ll be a brand new deal. I shall be chief, and-but all this is nothing to you." "Oh,'' cried Edith, "if we should be followed in spite of all I" "Don't agitate yourself,'' said Harwood, "I will protect you." The outlaw burst into a fit of harsh laught e r. "You'd be a healthy protector. If. I haven't sized you up wrong, you haven't got spunk enough to protect a cat Harwood said nothing but for the next half hour maintained a haughty silence. He was in bad favor with all hands, but he consoled himself with the thought that bis turn would come fOOQo The robber presently paused on the crest of a hill. "You can see the railroad track s hining in the moonlight away down yonder," he s aid. "From this point on the road is straight enough, so I'll leave you here. Good luck to you I" Before either of the party could make a reply he darted away, and was immediately lost in the s haddws. "I'm glad he is gone,'' said Harwood, drawfug a long breath. "We're a good deal safer without than with him And now to make tracks for the railroad. Lean on my arm ; Miss Seabrooke. "No, I th ank you," s aid the young girl, with an involuntary ge s ture of repugnance, as s he clung closer to Lew. "How far is it to the railro ad?" she continued, addressing our hero. "Not more than fifteen minutes' walk," replied the boy. "Are you very tired?" "Not very was the reply; but it was evident enough to Lew that she was much exhaust ed. "Keep up your courage," he said, gently. "We shall soon be safe once more. And rtow,'' he added, turning to Harwood, "I hope you have not forgotten your p1: omise ?" "What promise ?H "To give me that letter without any further trouble." "Oh, that' s all right. H e re it is Lew glanced at the lette( and then thrust it into his pocket. The next m o ment a rustling in the bu s hes behind them caused them to turn sudd e nly. A sig ht met their gaze which thrilled the three fugitives with h o rror. CHAPTER XIX. LOST ON THE MOUNTAINS. "So, then you sought to escape me! The traitor who was your guide is a dead man ,' and Darrell, ,the robber chief, smil e d maliciou s ly on the fugitives. "It is you I want principally," and he drew Edith toward him. At that moment a s hot rang out, and he reeled and fell. "Who has done this?" asked Lew. "I did!" and Meg, with flashing eyes, stood before them. She bent over th e dead body o f the outlaw, and drew from one of his inner pockets a well filled purse. "Take this," she said thrusting it into Lew's hand. "Take i t,'' she went on, as the b o y hesitated. "It is your own-yours, for it contains the money of whi c h Darrell r o bbed you and your com panjons. And now iOOdby, I must delay here no longer." And without further ceremony the strange old creature darted away. With a shudder, Edith gazed up into Lew's face. "She is mad!" she whispered, "mad with the recollection of a missp ent life." "Undoubtedly," interrupted Harwood, overhearing the remark; but there's some method in her madness, too she's done the square thing by us, by Jove I even if she wasn t very complimentary in her allusions to me. But that's all right. And now, I say, let's be on our way." Edith gazed tremblingly upon the ghastly, upturned face of the dead robber. "It seems so dreadful,'' she said, "to leave him lying here--" "There's no help for it," said Lew, gently, appreciating her fe e lings, for he shared them himself; "'fe must be on our way.' 1 "Of course we must,'' added Harwood, with a coarse laugh, we can t stop to hold a funeral service here. Bahr he's only r e ap e d what he 5ow e d as the p a rsons put it. Come on I" And he start e d to de s cend the mountain in advance of his companions. . ;

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BRAVE AND BOLD. "Oh, if he were not with us," whispered Edith to Lew. "I dislike him so much 1 I feel sure that his presence can only bring us misfortune." "Don't agitate yourself,'' returned Lew, soothingly. "We shall soo n be rid of him. In a few hours--" He was interrupted by Harwood. "I say, old man?" "Well?" returned the boy, trying to stiAe his impatience. "The old woman gave you some money, didn't she?" "Yes." "How much is there in the purse?" "You know that I have not coutited it." "You remember what she said-that the purse contained the money that was taken from us in the cave?" "Yes." "Well, about one thousand dollars of it belongs to me." "Is that so?" asked Lew, a suspicion of sarcasm in his tene. "Yes, that's so, my boy; anti suppose you hand it over right n ow, while you have time and a chance." "I'll wait," said Lew; quietly, "until I have a chance to count the money and deduct the amount that you stole frpm me in Chicago." "Stolq from you?" blustered Harwood, not li!>ing to be put in this position before Edith. "What do you mean by such an ac cusation as that?" "If you wish me to explain," returned Lew, promptly, "I will do so." The young fellow was silent, but the l ook he gave boded no good to our hero. "You shall lose nothing by me," went on the boy. "Before we part-which I hope will be very soon-I will give to you the full amount you claim, minus the sum of which you robbed me." "See here," cried Harwood, fiercely, "I'll make you prove that!" "You will make him prove what?" interrupted Edith, her eyes flashing; "that you are a scoundrel?" "Yes." "What is the matter, Miss ?" asked the boy. "Calm yourself." ''Do you recognize the voice?" gasped Edith. "No; do you?" "Yes, Lew; it ls my father's." "Your father's! You must be mistaken," exclaimed our hero. "I am not-cannot be-mistaken. Listen, Lew, and you will recognize his voice yourself." CHAPTER XX. "IT IS A FORGERY." Lew listened, then darted away1 to return soon with Judge Seabrooke. Edith uttered a cry of agitation and alarm as her eyes rested upon her father's features. He was indeed greatly changed. His face was pah: and hag gard; he looked ten years older than when they had parte
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BRA VE AND BOLD. They all listened. At first they were unable to decide in what direction it was going, but in a few moments it became apparent that it was westward bound. "Now," cried Harwood, excitedly," how are we going to signal it? Lew, have you got a newspaper or anything of the sort that I can make a torch of?" "Yes, here is a paper,'' returned our hero, "but I have no matches." "I have half a dozen or so," said Harwood. "I'm a smoker, you know. Give me the paper, quick!" "Here it is. Hurry! the train will be here in half a minute." Harwood twisted up the paper and lighted it. Just as it blazed up the train rounded a curve a few hundred feet distant, and approached the fugitives at the rate of at least fifty miles an hour. Harwood wawd the impromptu torch over his head. The next moment a sharp whistle sounded-the signal for "down brakes." The appeal for help had been seen and heeded The speed of the train rapidly diminished, and m a few mo ments it came to a halt. The passengers came pouring out of the cars in wild excitement. "What' s the matter?" demanded the engineer, leaping from his cab and approaching. In a few words our hero explained the situation. "Well, bundle aboard as quickly as you can," ordered the con ductor, interrupting hil}l impatiently before he had finished his story. "We're half an hour behind time already." "Come along, judge," said Harwood, attempting to lift his charge on board the train. "We have no time to lose." But the old man shook him off, and, manifesting more excitement than he had yet shown, cried : "I will not go! You are my enemy, not the friend you pro fess to be. I will find my child-dead or alive I will find her!" And before either our hero or Harwood could detain him he had rushed away, and was lost in tM darkness. "Wait one moment," pleaded Lew, addressing the conductor. "I will find him." "I can't keep the train standing al')y longer," said the official, who evidently possessed a very high sense of his own importance. "Do as you please, we must go on." "Would you leave the old man here to die?" cried the boy, in dignantly. "All aboard!" shouted the conductor, ignoring the question, and giving the engineer the signal to go ahead The passengers began to return to their places, but at this juncture a voice cried: "Stop!" All eyes were turned to the speaker-a tall, portly, elderly man. "Who are you, and what do you want?" demanded the con-ductor, brusquely 1\s he flashed his lantern in the gentleman's face, Edith sprang forward, crying: "Dr. Metcalfe !" "Edith Seabrooke!" exclai11}ed the gentleman. "Is it possible? And who wa s that old man?" "Did you not rec o gnize him? It was my father "Your fath e r! My old friend ] udge Seabrooke?' H o w strangely changed. 'Wh a t does all t his m ean? But this is no time for e xplanation s ; a s ear c h mu t be .. made at once. Conductor, h o ld the tra in a few minutes. : .certainly, iJ .ytm say .. :o, \clocnor," said the conductor, I ecog. \ nizing the gentleman's name as that of one of the largest and most influential stockholders on the road. At this moment Edith caught a glimpse of a shadowy form not far distant, and rushing (orward, she cried, almost despairingly: "Father, father!" "Edith, my child, is it you?" came the reply, in weak, quavering tones. "Where ar.e you?" "Here, father, here!" The next moment father and child were Jocked in each other's arms, and the tears were falling thick and fast upon Judge Seabrooke's sunken cheeks It was now an easy matter to induce the man to enter the train, which, a few seconds later, was on its way. "The danger is past," said Dr. Metcalfe, soothingly, to Edith. "I will give your father a sedative, and when he awakens in the morning he will be almost himself again." Berths were provided for the four luckless travelers, and in a short time all their troubles were ftirgotten in sleep. Lew and Harwood met in the smoking car at an early hour the next morning. "How is the judge, old man?" asked the latter. "I haven't seen him this morning," replied our hero; "but tbe doctor tells me he is sleeping quietly. However, that is not what I want to see you about; .I have an account to settle with you." "You have, eh ? Ah yes, you've got some money of mine in your keeping. Well Jet's have it." "That's not it," said Lew, uncompromisingly. "Not what you want to see me about? What's the trouble, then?" "I want that letter.' "What letter?" And Harwood's face assumea an expression of astomshment. "The letter which was intrusted to my care by Mrs. Warden." "What are you talking about, Lew, old boy? Why, I did gi'te you the letter." "You gave me this," said Lew, drawing the envelope from his pocket; "but it is a forgery." CHAPTER XXI. "MY NAME IS RALPH MARLOWE." "Say, you're off your base, Lew," he said, a forced lati'gh. "What are you giving me? The letter a forgery I I dori't un derstand you." "Oh, you do. The letter is not the same that Mrs. Warden { gave me." "It isn't, eh? How do you know? Have you opened it?" "Of course I have not opened it, but I knqw what the super scription of the other letter looked like, and this is not the cine. The forgery is a clever one, but it does not deceive me." -"If you say another word like that," blustered Harwood, knock you down!" ; c. "Oh, no, you won't!" said Lew, quietly. "Won't I? Well, you 'try'lt and see : But I've had all the talk I want' with you, you young oeggar. Excuse mef" And he started to walk awey. But laid his hand heavily on the young scoundrel's shoulder. Li "Wait!" "What do you mean?" demanded Harwood, wheeling arotind fiercely. l'. 1 mean that this bu s iness has got to be settled } right .now -and here. You know well enough that I can make trouble for you i_fc I want to, and I shall do it if you do .Uot retpm that letter 'to me -

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BRAVE AND BOLD. at once. I have friends on board this train who will help me; and you, yourself, know that I can make out a pretty strong case against you. Now, if you wish to consult your own interests you will give me that letter. If you don't, you will find yourself in pretty serious trouble before many hours have passed." At first Harwood did not reply; he seemed buried in reflection. He could not deny the truth and force of Lew's words, and was comelled to admit, most reluctantly, that he had lost again. He took the letter from his pocket and handed it to the boy. "Here you are, then," he said. "Rather than have any more fuss about it you may take it. And now, give me the other." "The other letter?" laughed Lew. Oh, no." "What's that?" 1'l'm going to keep it as ev'idence against you and your fellowconspirator-for I'm sure that this scheme is not all of your planning Mrs. Warden will be pleased to see that letter when I return." "Give it to me," hissed Harwood, white with rage, "or I'll choke the life out of you!" As he spoke he seized Lew by the throat with one hand, while he attempted to thrust the other into the boy's pocket. But the next moment a heavy hand was laid upon his shoulder and he was hurled backward. "None of that here, you young ruffian!" Turning, Harwood found himself face to face with the burly Dr. Metcalfe who had entered the car unseen. "What's all this about?" continued the doctor. "This boy has robbed me," asserted Harwood, "and I'm trying to recover my propt!rty-that's what it's about." "That story won't wash," laughed the old man. "Miss Edith has told me something about your 'rascally persecution of this boy; but if she hadn't one glance at his face and at yours would be enough to satisfy any one as to who is the thief. My boy," turning to Lew, "how can I help you?" "I don't need any help, I thank you, sir. I think this fellow and I can balance our accounts in a very short time without any assistance." "Very good," smiled the doctor; "then I'll adjourn to a seat and smoke my morning cigar; but mind, young fellow,'' address ing Harwood, "if I see any more funny business like that you in dulg ed in just now I s):iall take a hanq in it myself; and it won't be well for you if I do.i. With these words the old gentleman took a cigar from his case and walked away. Harwood glares at our hero in silence a few moments. Then he said: "The game is in your hands again, Lightning Lew!" it seems: But I don t want to waste any more words upon you." "Y 0u needn't. I'm no hog; I know I've_ got enough. You've won the game, and that's the end of it. I shall go back to New York." .':.Go where you please, only out of my way." "I'll keep out of your fear But I want my money ." "Herc it is-the amount due you, after deducting what you stole from ._me,'' Harwood pocketed the roll of bills with a scowl, and turning on his heel walked away. "Return to New .York!" he mutter.ed. "Yes, I will, my fine fellow, but not until I've settled with you." Lew seated himself by the doctor, and inquired as to Judge Seabroeke's health ':He's all right,' replied the bluff old tnan-"at lcast he will be in a couple of days. A few square meals and a mind free from anxiety will restore him to his former condition. His mind is clear this morning-he has just awakened-and there is no rea son to apprehend any further trouble." "He will not return home then?" "Oh, no; I have advised him to pursue his journey, so you will have the pleasure of his company until you reach San Francisco, and the pretty Miss Edith's, too, which will not be altogether an infliction-eh, Lew?" Our hero could not help blushing furiously, and the old doctor laughed heartily at his embarrassment. "The judge has taken a great fancy to Jou, let me tell you," he said, "and you know well enough that Miss Edith has, too; so who can tell what may happen in the future?" The remainder of the trip was uneventful. Lew did not see Harwood again until the train had reached San Francisco, when he caught a glimpse of him hurrying out of the station. By this time Judge Seabrooke's condition was greatly improved. "I haven't felt so well in years," he said, "and am in first-rate form to show you all over San Francisco. Lew, my boy, I know every nook and corner of the place; and as the steamer for Yoko hama does not sail for three days, you will have plenty of time to see the sights." Impatient as he was to complete his journey, Lew thoroughly enjoyed the first two days of his stay in San Francisco. Had he been a miflionaire instead of a messenger the judge could not have been more indefatigable in his attentions; he and Edith vied with each other in their efforts to make his stay in the city one long to be remembered. On the afternoon of the second day, while Lew was seated in the reading-room of the hotel, his attention was attracted by a few words uttered by a stylishly dressed man who had been seated near him, engaged in conversation with a friend. "Well, good-day, Marlowe. When are you going to return ta> Yokohama?" "To-morrow," was the reply. "So soon? Well, I'll see you again before you go." The man sauntered away, and the gentlel!lan addressed as Marlowe arose. Lew gazed at him curiously. He was a fine-looking man of about forty-five, elegantly dtcsscd and having the general appearance of a thorough man of the world. Seeing Lew's eyes fixed upon him, he smiled slightly, and said: "You're a New York messenger boy, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, how the mischief does it happe!1 that yo are here?" "May I ask you a question in reply, sir?" said Lew. "Certainly." "Your name is Marlowe?" "Yes Ralph Marlowe, my boy." ''Of Yokohama?" "Yes." "Then, sir, I think I have a letter for you." "A letter for me, boy?" "Yes, from Mrs. Warden." The stranger's face changed. "From Eleanor? Give it to me, quick." Lew handed him the letter. "I will go to my room and read it,'' he said, evincing considerable emotion. "Remain here, and wait for me, boy." And he hurriedly left the room. As he did $0 Judge Seabrooke entered it. ''Didn't I see you talking with Oiat man who j\tst went out; Lew ?" he asked. I

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BRA VE AND I;lOLD. "Yes, judge." 1'Be ca eful how you make new acquaintances in that way. 'That fellow is a notorious adventurer, and the proprietor of the best-known faro bank in San Francisco. His name is Jack Fan shawe." Lew sprang to his feet. ''He told me that he was Mr. Marlowe, and I have given him the letter." "Then you'll never see it again, Lew." ''Yes, I shall/' replied the boy, determinedly; "at any cost I will recover that letter before the steamer sails." CHAPTER XXII. HARWOOD MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE. Shortly after our hero's interview with Jack Fanshawe a fash ionably dres5ed young man strolled into the rotunda of one of San Francisco's most fashionable hotels. He looked over the people present, searching for one of his kind, and when his eye tnet those of H:hwocid he bowed affably. "Good-day,'' said the other, tather ctustily. "No offense. I hope, sir?" went on the young dude. "Not the least, sir." "Have something with me, sir?" "Don't care if I do, my friend," replied Harwood, thawing out slightly; for he made it a point never to refuse an offer of this, kind. "What's yours?" went on the stranger. "A little rye, I guess." "I'll take a soda cocktail." "A light drink, Mr. -i" said Harwood, with a scarcdy per ceptible sneer. "Mr. Percival-Percy Percival," returned the dudelet. "Ya-as, it's a light drink, but I cahn't take strong drinks; they go to my head, you see, Mr. --" "Jones-Montague Jones," Harwood, on the spur of the 'moment. "That's unfortunate, Mr. Percival.'.' "Ya-as; but I've always been that way, and so was my father before me, doncherknow." "Indeed? Are you a resident of San Francisco, Mr. Percival?" "No; nor are you, either," was the reply. "How can you tell that?" asked Harwood, rather sharply. "Oh, I've traveled, tloncherknow." "You have, eh ?" "Ya-as. You're from New York, if I'm not mistaken." "Well, you're not. You're a sharper fell0\1;' than I Jou to be." ''Oh, ya-as, I know how to use my perceptive facuhies, doncher know. But have another?" For by this time the drinks had been brought"-a11d disposed of. "Guess I will; but they must be on me, wit"h your petmission, Mr. Percival." "Just as you say, Mr. Jones. What shall it be?" "The same." "Same for me, too, and make haste, will you, waitaw ?" By the time Harwood had disposed of hi.s secend glass of whiskey-not by any means the second he had taken that day-he had become quite loquacious. i' "By Jove! I like you, oltl fel," he said, slapping his new ac quaintance oo the back. "Aw-thanks, old man," drawled Percival. "And when I like a man thue's nothing iu tl1c world I won't lio for him." ,, ,_ "I'm just the same, doncherknow." r "You're in 'Frisco for fun, I suppose?-no biz or"anything of that sort?" "Deah me, no I The only business I have is to tirculate cash." "Find it hard work?" "Not particularly, me boy, Father died a yeah or so ago, and since that time I've been traveling to kill time, doncherknow." "A good way to do it, and to get rid of your super.fjuous ftmds." "Ya-as. You're one of the same sort, I've no doubt?" "Well," hesit-ated Harwood, "not exactly-wish I was, The fact is, in my visit to San Francisco I combine busines and pleasure." "Ya-as? Waitaw, the same again I" The drinks were placed before the two young fellows. "You're traveling for some mercantile house, I suppose?" queried Percival. "I came all the way from New York to get possession of a certain paper." "Aw! And have you succeeded in getting it?" "No, but it will be placed in my hands this very evening, by a friend who has undertaken to get hold of it. He's a devilish smart fellow, and he'll succeed." Harwood paused sudden!)' as if it had just occurred to him that perhaps he was waxing too confidential. In a moment he resumed, in a changed tone: "Have you seen the sights of the city, Mr. Percival?" "Oh, ya-as," responded the dudelet, "I've been the rounds pretty well, doncherknow; but there's one thing I haven't seen, because I don't happen to have the inside track." "What's that, my dear fullow ?" "One of San Frantisco's palatial gambling hells. I've been told that the city is celebrated for them, doncherknow." "You're right." "I've a few hundred that I shouJdp't mind dropping in one of them if luck happe11ed to be against. me, i ust for the fun of. the place and the people. I'm a great student of human.nature, donche1!know," "\'"bu are, eh?" smiled Harwood. "Well, old fel, if that's. Y .our favorite study I can give you a chance to pursue it just in the way you want to." "I don't understand you, deah boy." "I'll explain. I hJlve the m tree to tl1e lcadi;lg fftro bank in 'Frisco-Jack Fanshawe's." "And you'll introduce me, deah boy?" "Sure. I'm going there this very night." "Indeed?" "Yes. fact is, Jack Fanshawe is the man who is going to get that paper for hie, and I am to go there for it to-night. He and I happened to meet when he was in New York a year ago, and I was lucky enough to be able to do him a servioe. He has never forgo tten it, and he'll do anything for me. I'll take you there to-night and you can drop all the. money you like." XA'11!. GILDED VICE. Young Percy Percival seized his companion's hand and shook .it with an appearnnce
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BRA VE AND BOLD. "Oh, that'll be all right. I'm a thoroughbred, and I nevah squeal-neva h Besides, I shahn't take any more with me than I'm willing to lose." "A good sch eme. Well, meet me here at nine to-night, and I'll steer you around to Fanshawe's." "At nine sharp I'll be here. Ta, ta, deah boy!" "Good-by, old fel." Percival walked away. "Seems to be a decent sort, but a little mushy in the top story," mused Harwood, looking after his late companion. "Well, J ack'll thank me for bringing him around, for if I'm not mistaken he'll prove a fowl worth picking." He would have changed his opinion of M,r. Percy Percival if he had see n the altered expression on that youth's face when he reached the street. "So far so good, Mr. Alfred Harwood, alias Montague the dude muttered. "\i\Te'll see if I can't ta ke a h and in that little game of yours to-night that will surprise you slightly." At precisely nine o'clock that evening Percival entered the reading-ro o m, where he was joined a few minutes later by Harwood, who was evidently considerably under the influence of liquor. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, old fel,'' he said, with a tipsy leer, "but I met a party of friends, and they kept me drinkingknow how it is yourselL Are you ready?" All ready ." "Then here we go." "Got your paper yet, deah boy ? asked Percival as they walked down Montgomery Street, arm in arm. "What paper?" "Why, the one that Fanshawe was to give you. "No. I told you I was going to get it to-night. Why do you ask?" "Aw-merely curiosity." "It's just as well not to be too curious in such cases,'' said Harwood, significantly. "If you're not more lucky in your b etting at Fanshawe's you'll come out with empty pockets, old fel, for it's not a will." "Aw!" ''No, it's only a letter, which is of no value to any one but myself ." "A lettah? Ah, a compromi sing love-lettah I see! But it's none of my business as you've very politely told me so we'll say no more about it. Is it much further to Fanshawe's ?" "Only a few steps. Have you got much chink about you?' "A couple of hundred." "Is that all?" "It's enough to drop, I fahncy. But where are you going, deah boy?" "This is the way to Fanshawe's-and here it is." As he spoke h e entered a doorway and began groping up a flight of stai rs, so dimly lighted that he and Percival, who fol lowed him closely, had to almost feel their way. Arriving at the head of the staircase, he gave a peculia; knock upon a door which barred their further progress. After a lapse of half a minute a panel was withdrawn and a voice inquired: "Who's there?" "Friends of the right stamp," replied H;rwood, in a low tone. There was a sound as of the withdrawing of bolts, and then the door was opened, and they were admitted by a burly, black mustach e d fellow into a narrow, dark hallway. They were obliged to pass through another door, which was thrown open in response to a password, and they entered the most magnificently furnished gambling house on the Pacific Coast Everything was of the most gorgeous and costly description.. The carp et had evidently been woven expressly for the floor ft covered; the furniture was selected with the most exquisite tartc 1 and was of the finest material and workmanship; the haU. were covered with rare paintings, many of them of priceless value. At a number of tables in different parts of the room were seated men of all ages, many in evening dress wooing the fickle goddess, Fortune; but the chief interest seemed to Ecentered in a table at one end of the apartment around which seated a dozen or more men, in the eyes of most of whom w that eager, intent l o ok that characterizes the gambler. The whole pl.ice was illumined with electricity1 and formed a scene of daz z ling splendor never to be forgotten. "Takes your breath away, eh, old fel? Thia lay1 'way O'\'er anything we've got, or ever had, in New York. Oh, 'Frl1co'1 a great place," sai d Harwood. Percival followed him. As they approached the table the dealer gave Harwood a nod of rec ognition. The young fellow bent over and whispered in his earl "I'm Montague Jones to-night Jack." "Good enough. Who's your friend?" "A young pigeon I caught to-day, and he's worth plcltbtg, I guess-got a couple of hundred in his clothes." "All right, but this is a square game, my boy. There'll be a couple of cha\rs vacant in a minute." "Very good. Got the paper?" "Oh, yes; I'll tell you h ow I got hold of it later." While speaking, the gambler had continued to deal. Not for a moment had he permitted his attention to be taken away from th-e game. "Here it is," he added, taking fr.om his pocket the letter whlclt h e had received from Lew and handing it to Harwood. J ack, you're my jest fri e nd," whispered the young fellow, en thusiastically. "I'll give you the hundred I promised you for this job before I leave ." "Goo d e nough, my boy Harwood returned to his new-found friend. "Got your letter, I see," remarked Percival, in a lazy arawl. "Yes." "I suppose you feel better now, eh?" "Decidedly, my boy." "By Jove! I'm more curious than ever about that letter, don cherknow." "Here are two seats, gentlemen,'' called out Fanshawe at this point. Two of the players had risen, and, with pale, set. features, which told of heavy losses, were hurrying away from the table. "Come on, old fel," said Harwood. "Let's see you break the bank." They seated thems e lves. "Aw! It's the first time I ever played, doncherknow, deah boy,'' drawled Peccival. "Then you're sure to win." "I don't know much about the game." "Oh, I'll give you all the points you want." Percival glanced aroun d him, an d an expression almost of dis gust appeared upon his features. And no wonder. 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w BRAVE AND BOLD. money, whose bloodshot eyes gazed eagerly, almost despairingly, upon the imperturbable dealer. By his side was seated a boy or scarcely eighteen, his face flushed with drink, gambling away, perhaps, his employer's money, and laying the foundation of a career of crime. These two were t;rpes of the rest. The features of all wore the same set, strajned expression; the same dreadful fascination con trolled them all. Whatever were Percival's thoughts, he said nothing. He proved an apt pupil, as Harwood was soon forced to admit, for in less than half an hour he had won nearly fifteen hundred dollars. On the other hand, Harwood lost steadily and heavily. "By Jove I" be exclaimed presently, wiping the beads of p e r spiration from his brow, "I've got about enough of this." "Weakening, eh, deah boy?" said Percival, calmly. "Weakening! I should say so. Why, I've only got fifty dol lars left. I never did have any luck at faro. I'll quit; but don't let me take ou away." "Oh, I've had enough, too," returned Percival, rising. I fahncy it's a good time for me to stop." "Well," said Harwood, half admiringly, as they walked away from the table, "you are a cool one. I had an idea that you d lose your head as soo n as you got started in the game." "Oh, no, deah boy; I never permit myself to get excited." "So I see. Well, I say!" "What is it, deah boy?" "Suppose we have a quiet little game of poker all by ourselves, the stakes to be the fifty-dollar bill that I've got left, against a similar amount from your pile?" "I'm with you, deah boy; but I don't know much about pokah." "Oh, I ll teach you alf you'll want to know." "Very good, old man." They seated themselves at one of the small tables and began the ga .me at once. Again fortune favored Percival. "By Jove!" exclaimed the loser, "this is tough! Here I am, a stranger in a strange land, and strapped!" "Ya-as," admitted Percival. quietly, "it is rath e r rough, deah boy. Don't you want satisfaction?" "Satisfaction! How am I going to get it? I tell you I haven't a cent left." So you said before drawled the dude. "But, do you know, I have a funny ickah." "What sort of an idea o ld f e l ?" "Oh, it'll make yot1 laugh Jones; but when I get a notion into my head it always stirks. You've got that letter?" "Yes." "Well, d eah boy, I'll put up a hundred dol)ars against it. What do you say?" CHAPTER XXIV. "YOU CAN'T GO YET." Harwood gazed at his compa11ion a moment 111 speec hless astonishment. The n he burst into a loud laugh. "Are you crazy?" he asked. "I think not, deah boy," said Percival, languidly. "What the mischief is that letter to you?" "Nothing in particular, Jones my boy; i<>nly, as I told you, I feel curious about it, ai1d if I'm willing to pay a hundre d dollars to satisfy my curiosity, why need you object?" "But there's more in this than I understand. You're not going to risk a hundred dollars for nothing. See here, wl10 are you, and what is that letter to you?" And he glared upon his new friend in a suspicious and de cidedly ugly manner. But Percival met his gaze with an expression as innocent as that of a new-born babe. "My deah boy," he said, "you bore me-'pon honah, you do. Who am I? Why, I'm Percy Percival, of New York, at your service. What is that letter to me? Well, I've taken a fahncy to know its contents, an
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 29 is, I promised my father on his dying bed that I never would, and you know it wouldn't do to break my word." "Rats!" "Fact, deah boy, 'pon honah. But I'll tell you what I will do." "What?" "Why, give you a chance to win the hundred ''By putting up that letter a ainst it?" Ya-as." Harwo od refl e cted After all, he asked himself, what harm could there be in letting this fellow have his way in this matter? He was a perfect stranger to all the persons intere sted; it seemed the most unlikely thing in the world th:it his posses s ion of the l etter could do any harm. Bes ides, he might not win it. Weit he said turning to Percival at l ast, "I agree. But I warn you o f one thing." "What is that, deah boy ? " I s hall have the gra nd laugh on y o u when you get the letter if you do get it, for I tell you fra nkly y o u ll find it a v e ry poo r hundred d o llar s worth. " I cahn t credit that statem e nt, o ld chappie," s mil e d Percival "for if it were of no value you wouldrt't hav e com e all th e way t o San Francisco to get hold of it But, nev a h mi nd-if I find that I don't get my money's worth, I won t squeal. Now, d e ah boy, are you ready?" Yes." "The n let 'er g o The game was a short one, and res ) ilted in Percival s favor. The dude smilingly pocketed the letter, which had been placed upon the table with a hundred-dollar bill. ''You're in hard luck to-night, deah boy," he said. But you'll do better next time. As for the letter, I'll read it when I get back to my hotel." "Let's have.another game," said Harwood, hoar s ely. "Here l'll put up my watch and chain-they're worth at least two hundred-against anoth e r hundred." "No, deah bor, you\fe played enough, and so have I." "But you've no right to refuse me satisfaction." "Another time, deah boy At this moment Harwood saw beckoning to him from the other side of the room. He hurried over to him, asking: "What is it'.?" "You're a fly chap, aren't you?" a s ked the gambler, in a tone of disgust. "What do you mean?" demanded the startled youth. "What did you say the name of that friend of yours was?" "Percival." "How long have you known him?" "Only a few hours." "Just so. Met him at your h o tel I suppose, didn't you? "Yes. What are you driving a t Fanshawe?" "Is it possible that you don' t suspect who he is?" yourself, will you? Is he a detective?" "l'\!o. I thought when I stood o ver by your table that there was something very familiar in his face, but I couldn t exactly place him." "And have you done so now?" "Cert. I've been standing here studying his for the last ten minutes. I never forget a face that l'vl.'l once seen; and althou\h he's well disgui ed. I know him." "You ve seen him before?" "Once.,, "And who is bci" "The boy I got the letter from. Lightning Lew!" "What?" "Ddtl t raise such a racket. That's who he is. Just study his face, and you'll for yourself." "By Jove I you are right." "Of course I'm right "But s ee! he's g etting up to go. Fanshawe, he must not leave this place." "I'll see that he d o n t." Stepping quickly to the door, which Lew had by this time reached F a n s hawe said placing a hand upon the boy's shoulder: "Ho ld on, young ster; you can't go yet!" CHAPTER XXV. ''ALL A BOARD!" When Fan s hawe stopped Lew fro m leaving the place, the gambling house was in an uproar. Our hero, undaunt e d, st e pped back and then suddenly draw ing a revolver aimed it at the gambler s head. Then he said, in a voice that never sho ok: "Open the door or I'll fire! Fanshawe fairly ga s ped for breath, so astonished was he at this unexpected exhibition of plm:k. A sile nce like that of death r e igned for a f e w moments. There was not a man in t h e room who would have dared do what our hero had done, and all felt that he would pay for his rashness with his life. As he recovered from his astonishm e nt, Fanshawe, with an in conc e ivably quick movement, drew a revolver from his hip pocket. The next in s tant two reports rang through the room Fan s hawe's bullet whistled past Lew's ear and imbedded itself in the w all behind him The gamb!er uttered a cry of rage as his pistol-arm dropped nervele s s to his side; the bullet from the boy s revolver had struck him in the right shoulder. He sprang toward Lew, and the b o y saw murder in his eye. An instant later a shrill whiWe s ounded outside the door. Fans hawe u t tered a curse. 'The police! Out with the light s-quick! Open the rear do o r." Before the excited servants whom he addressed coul<;l extin guish the lights, the door was burst open and a party of poli ce rushed into the room. And when the rear door, which was designed as a 1 means of escape in just such emergencies as this, was thrown open an officer stood there. With a cry almost like that of a wild beast at bay, Fanshawe sprang upon him, at the same moment drawing a keen-edg e d knife. But before he could use the weapon he wa s s eized by a couple of the officer s and a pair of handcuff s clasped upon his wrists. "Curse you handle me more gently he hi s sed, his lips white with p a in. D o n t y o u see that I am wounded?" "That's all right, Fansha,\re," said the captain. "You were not so badly hurt but that you could and would have plunged that knife in my breast if my men had not rescued me. The less you say the better, my fine fellow-remember that." The gambler e vidently considered the suggestion a good one, for he remained silent; but the l o ok with which he regarded the captain bod e d that official no good in the case the tables ever turned and an opportunity for revenge presented it s elf. In the meantime the utmost commotion prevailed. When they

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\ 30 BRAVE AND BOLD. recovered from their first panic, the gamblers, who largely outnum bered the officers, showed some signs of resistance. But these indications ceased when the clear, authoritative voice of the police captain rang through the room : "Let all present consider themselves under arrest. The best thing you can do is to submit quietly-the alternative will not be a pleasant one, I warn you." Then, turning to Lew, he regarded him attentively, saying: "You arc a stranger here?" "I am," repliec;\ the boy, quietly; "I came here with a good purpose, which has been accomplished. I am satisfied to go with you-I can prove what I have said." The officer made no reply; but turning to his men, issued a few orders, which were promptly obeyed. Half an hour later our hero was the occupant of a in the --Precinct police station, and as luck would have it, Harwood shared it also. "Well, here we are again," said the young fellow, apparently in high good-humor; "it' s all in a lifetime-eh, Lew, old man?" The boy turned away without replying. "Now, don't act that way. You have the biggest luck on record, and it's no use my fighting against it. I give in, old chap; you played your part well and yqu deserve your victory. Shake !" "What!" exclaimed the boy, sharply. "Well, don't snap a fellow's head off l I say, shake, and let's call the feud off." "You arc the most cowardly scoundrel I ever met. Nothing would induce me to touch your hand," said Lew "Oh, ho!" sneered the young fellow; "so that's your tack, is it? It still remains war to the knife does it?" Lew made no reply; and after a few more remarks of a similar nature, Harwood threw himself upon the bed and relapsed imo silence. No sleep visited our hero's eyes that night. At an early h our in the morning he s ent word of what had happened to Judge Seabro o ke who, in company with Dr. Met calfe, came to see him within an hour. "It was a foolhardy ent erprise, Lew said the judge, reproach fully. "You should not h a ve undertaken it." I am not sorry, sir," responded the boy, smilingly, "for J have succeeded." "Yo u have got the letter?" "I ha e." "I congratulate you, my boy." "By Jove! exclaimed the doctor, "you're a smart young fellow, Lew But y o u'll have earned your m o ney when you deliver that letter. I wouldn t s pend a night in a cell with that cub," scowl ing at Harwood, for a goods ized fortune." "Keep a civil tongue in y our head, old man. You wouldn't dare speak to me in that tone if we were on the same side of the bars ," growled Harwood. The excitable old doctor ga s ped for breath. "By Jove!" he e xclaimed, 'I'll show you whether I would or not when you get out. I--" "That'll do, Metcalfe,'' interrupted Judge Seabrooke; ''the fel low isn t worth a ny attention e n y our part. And now, tny boy," addressing Lew "I've s om e thing to tell you. The steamer for Y o k o hama starts at half-p as t -ten." 1 "At half-pa s t t e n. sir!" e x c l a imed Lew in c o n s terna t i on. "Yes; and court does not open until ten o'clock Y o u'll have a clo s e s ha e, Hut d o n't be r!iscoura ge d ; I think you can do it. I am acq ua im e d w ith the judge, and I think I can induce him to settle this busine s s in quick ordc!. Undoubtedly you and most of the others will be discharged at once, and you may be in time to catch the steamer. And now, Lew, I have a surprise for you." "A surprise, sir?" "Yes; Dr. Metcalfe, here advises a sea voyage for me, and Edith and I are g o ing with you." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the old doctor. "That pleases him-see how the boy blushes! By Jove, Seabrooke, I had an idea of be coming a suitor for Miss Edith's myself, but l shall have to resign in Lew's fav o r Judge Seabrooke's influence made it po s sible for Lew, Dr. Met calfe and himself to breakfast together in a private room in the station house; while Harwood was forced to content himself with very scanty rations in his cell, much to his disgust. The case was called at ten o'clock precisely; and a few min utes later Lew and most of the other prisoners, Harwood in cluded, were discharged. "Now, then," said the judge, taking our hero by the arm. "all aboard for Yokohama I" CHAPTER XXVI. ON THE PACIFIC. "Do you think we shall catch the steamer?" asked Lew, excitedly. "Certainly," replied the judge, smilingly. "Keep cool, my boy." "But if we should miss it--" "We shall not miss it. Edith is already on board, and so is a11 the baggage. I even had your valise taken from the hotel to the steamer. Staterooms are engaged, and the captain-an old friend of mine-has promised to hold the ves sel a reasonable length of time for us; but it will not be necessary for him to do so, for we shall be on time They were. They found Edith anxiously awaitinsthem. "Oh, dear Lew!" she cried, as they stepped upon the steamer's deck ; I am so glad Blushing like a pe o ny, Lew took her little outstretched hand in his own, and stammered out a few words, he scarcely kne,w what. The current of their thoughts was s uddenly changed. "Look!" crieg Edith. See, Lew, who is coming up the gang' plank!" Our hero gazed in the direction indicated, and, to his astonish ment and anger, saw, ascending the gang-plank, a richly dressed, middle-aged woman leaning upon Harwood's arm. The young fellow did not s'O much as glance at Lew as he passed,1 but the lady stared at him haughtily through a pair of gold-mounted eyeglasses. "Who the mischief is that woman with him?" exclaimed the judge. 'I'll go and inquire. If I'm not mistaken, there's some new deviltry afoot And he hurried away. In a few moments hereturned. "The purser tells me that the couple are mother and son. T.he looks shrewder than the yoi1th. Lew, my bpy, you'll have to keep your eyes open; these schem ers have not let up'' ;:in you yet." But Lew only laughed and said: I think I can hold my own, Judge Seabrooke." In the meantime Alfred Harwood and his mother were sealed in a corner 'hf the cabin, cOnversing -1excitedly in lo.W .... Now, then, w e have a cha.nee to get our breath," said youn g fellow coarsely, "let me ask you what iri you have followed me for?" 1 . "That is a rather unnecessary question, Alfred,' replied his mother. "You have failed in this business most ignominiously.

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' BRA VE AND BOLD Nothing could have been worse than your management of the affai r from the beginning." I've had hard luck, that'6 all," grumbled Harwood. "It's too late now to merely rob him of the letter What good would that do us? No, he mqst be prevented from seeing Ralph Marlowe at all-he must disappear." "You mean that he must pe put out of the way?" "Hush! Not so loud I did not say that. If he should dis appear during the voyage the letter would disappear with him On the arrival of the steamer at Yokohama I should visit Ralph Marlowe myself with a carefqlJy prepared story; and rest as sured he and Eleanor Warden ",VOuld never meet, and her money would soon be mine--0urs." You mean to take this matter ioto your own hands, eh?" "I do." "Well, good luck to you! You cot!ld have knocked me dm n with a feather when I found you waiting for me when I came out of the courtroom. "Your letters made me uneasy. I saw that you were manag ing the affair in a manner that was almost sure to lead not only to the failure of our plans, but their exposure. Things have got to such a point-partly through your mismanagement-that we could not abandon the scheme even if we wished to do so. We must go on--and we shall succeed." "We shall sec," r e plied Harwood; "but I warn you ;ou've got a tough job ahead of you.Ii A moment later Judge Seabrooke, Edith and Lew passed them, but neither betrayed the slightest consciousness of their presence, even by a look. Mrs. Harwood grou na her teeth with rage. "You will see a difference before this voyage is ended," she said. "Oh, why did I leave this affair in your hands?" And, without waiting for a reply from the mortified and angry youth, she swept away to her stateroom. The first few days of the voyage were Lew and his ... compaiiions were surprised to observe that Hirwood ai1d. his mothel' avoided rather than sought them. ''But dOl)'t let that mislead ypu as to their purpose," said the old judge 4:0-our hero . "Depend upon it, you will hear from them befo re 'you are many days older. Keep your eyes pen." There was one of the pas sengers about whom the others indulge& i11' nrnch spe ctl1atfon. This \vas a Mrs. Ainsworth-a ta I!, handsome woman of perhaps thirty-seven or eight years. This lady, who was dressed in the garb of a widow, a11d was usually He
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BRA VE AND BOLD. He would have been prcci,,itated into the ocean, and his fate would in all probability have ever remained a mystery; but at that moment another female figure darted out of the darkness with inconceivable rapidity and seized him in her arms. "Mrs. Ainsworth!" exclaimed Lew, in "Whowhat--" The woman whoi;e attempt at murder we have witnessed was about to glide away as silently as she had come, but Mrs. Ains seized her arm. "Wretch!" she cried. ''Who arc you?" As she spoke she attempted to tear the veil fro m the face of the would-be murderess. But the unknown was her superior in strength and shook her off, and the next moment had disappear e d in the darkness. 1 Both Mrs Ainsworth and Lew followed her, but she had suc ceeded in effecting her escape. When the occurrence was related to Judge Seabrooke, the bluff old man said: ''It was that she-cat, Mrs. Harwood-take my word for it. I'll accuse her of the crime myself, and see what she has to say in defense." He did so, but-as he had anticipated-Jras met with a haughty and indignant denial of the charge. Two days later the steamer reached Yokohama. Our he t o at once hurried to the office of. Mr. Marlowe. He was fortunate enough to find the gen t leman a lone. R a lph Marlowe was a tall, fine-looking man of perhaps forty, who s e dark hair was alre a dy streaked with gray, and the lines upon whose face gave evid e nce of deep mental suffering. He hurriecily tore open the letter 1 which Lew handed him and sc a nned its c o n tents. Then he buried his face in his hands and remained motionless for some minutes. At last he looked up, and Lew saw t hat h is eyes were wet with tears. "'My boy ," he s aid "you know th e contents of this letter? Mrs. \ Va rden m m t h av e confided in you to s ome extent, or she would not have intrusted the epistle to you." "S he d id, sir," replied our hero, quietly an d he informed the gentleman of what Mrs. Warden h a d told him. Mr. Marlowe arose and began pacing the room. "My boy,"' he said, I am placed in a terrible position. Mrs. \N a rden did not tell you all. My wife, her s i s ter : d eserted me a few m o nth s after our m arriage Some time later a report of h e r d1eat h r eac h ed me.. For years I believed it true; but I h ave re cently receiv e d evide nc e wb; ch forces m e to the conclusion that she still lives Where s h e is I know not; but w ha t reply ca n I ri\ake to thi s l ette r under st1ch circum sta n ces?" He was interrnpted by a sharp rap upon the door. In response t o his "Come in," a clerk entered. "A lad y t o se e you, sir. She says that her bu s iness is o f the utmost imp ortance an d will adm it of no delay." '"Well, s h ow her in," aid Mr. l\fa1'lowe, after a m o m e n t's con sideration. "My b oy," he added, addres s ing Lew, "step into yon der anteroom; I shall d oubt l ess be disengaged very soon." Our h ero obeyed. T he next m o ment a lady entered Mr. Ma r lowe' s p riv at" office. Throwing ;1si de her he avy crape veil, s he sank d own at her companion's feet, excla iming: "Ralph r To hi s amazement Lew re cognized the v o ice a s that of Mrs. Ain s worth ":\ly G o d! exclaimed Mr. "Alice my wife!" "Yes, your wife, who has come back to beg forgiveness before she dies." You are greatly changed, Alice," said the geptleman, hoarsely "Yes, yes cried his companion; seventeen years of misery and remorse have done their work. But you do not take me in your arms! Ralph Ralph, will you not receive me back?" "'Impossible!" cried Marlowe. "You do not know what you ask." "You must-you shall!" almost shrieked the woman. "For our child' s sake you shall!" "Our child!" exclaimed the unhappy man, recoiling. "Yes, our child, who was b orn a few months after I left you, and whom I de serted. You never knew of his existence, but he still lives, Ralph, a noble boy. For his sake you will pardon and receive me, will you not?" "Where is the boy?" asked Marlowe. "Here-in t his city. He is known as Lewis Halstead." Our hero, who had overh eard every word of this convei;sat1on, could bear no more Rushing from the anteroom he cried, in a thrilling voice: "Father-mother I" The next moment he was locked in his father's arms. Mrs. Marlowe arose to her feet. Lew, my boy ." she cried, faintly, "one word, one kiss-I--" The next moment she had fallen, silent and m?tionless, into her son's arms. Mr. Marlowe bent over her. "My God!" hr cried, "it is all over She is dead!" Our story is almost told J In a few weeks Ralph Marlowe had closed up his affairs !n Yokohama arid was o n his way back to his native land with his son, our hero, Lightning Lew. We wish that wt: could a dminister poetical justice to our vil lains; but, as this story is founded on fact, we cannot. Mrs. Harwood met a wealthy old English merch ant in Yokohatpa who had the bad taste to fall m love with h er. She married him and b oth s he and er son are at the present time living in Yokohama, in the e njoyment of every luxury. A year after the events just related;--five years ago-Ralph M arlo we and Eleanor Warden were married Their union has prov.ed a h a ppy o ne in all re s pects. The oth e r m o rn ing the writer o f these lines attended a wed ding breakfast. T he company was not what c ou ld be called a p a r ticularly a ri stocratic one, fo r it was m ade up principally o f messenger boys and graduates fr o m th e ranks whom the bridfgroom h ad known w h e n he was o ne o f them. But the utmost good feel ing prevailed, and all present joined i n s howering congratulations and goo d wis hes upon the pretty bride, t he daughte r of Judge S e:!broo ke, and the hand so me and happy groom Lightning L ew. THE E ND. Next week"s issue, No. 33, will contain "Upright and Honest; o r, Harry Hale's Struggle to Succes s ," by Henry Harrison Haines. T hi s is a story of a young fellow who, through sheer pluck and hon est y fought his way up from poverty to wealth. He made many enemies doing so, and he had some terrible struggies with some of them. Read the stwy. /

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