Upright and honest, or, Harry Hale's struggle to success

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"CONGER STORIES THAN IN Like an arrow from a bow, Rarry s?arted for first base, shouting at the top of bis voice: "Everybody run!

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BRA VE BOLD A Different Complete Story Every Week I.null WNllJy. By Subs&riptio ta.so per year. Entered a ccor d i n g to .Act of Congress in Ille year 1qo3, in IM Of/ice of Ille Librarian of Conrress, Washington, D C. STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. ,, No. 33. NEW YORK, August 8, 1903. Five Cents. UPRIGHT AND H ONEST; OR, Harry Hal e 's Struggle to Success. By HENRY HARRISON HAINES. \. CHAPTER I. FROM WEALTH TO POVERTY. "Harry, it look s blue for us." "How bad is it, George?" I George West shook his head mournfully, as he looked over the Pros p e ct Park ball ground s "Why, it couldn't be w o rse hardly. It is the last half of the ninth inning; the B e dford Blues have made three runs, we haven t score d a run and we ve got three men on bases two men o ut, and i t's y our turn at the bat. Well, that was pretty bad, and Harry Hale emitted a low whistle of The catcher of the Bedford Blues had broken his mask, and the delay attendant up o n repairing or repl a cing it had given the boys time to talk over the decidedly unpleasant condition of affairs. The West Siders had come over from New York to the outskirts of Brooklyn to play the Bedford Blues, and defeat was staring. them in the face "They've got three runs, we haven't one; we've got two men out, and three on bases," he muttered, as he made a selection of a bat. "Well, George I've just got the hang of their pitcher's curves and I'm going to break this bat or else bring in two of our m e n." Harry Hale was sixteen rather tall for his age, with broad shoulders and deep chest, and the general physique of an athletic youth. He was a handsome too, and presented a noble appearance as he stepped to the home plate at the umpire's call of "Play ball I" He was captain of his nine and he had fondly hoped to lead them to victory, but a couple of errors, a lit tle bad luck, and, above all the cleverness of the Bedford Blues' pitcher, had brou ght the New York nine to the verge of defeat. All now depend e d upon him. He c o uld n o t h o pe to a vert the imp ending di s aster, but he cou l d a nd would try to s a ve his nine from the disgrace of a "whit e wash." He noted the grins on the faces of the B e dford Blues and their friends ahd he set his teeth tog ethe r r eso lu tely as he grasped the unusually long and heavy club with a firm grip. The clever p:tcher gave him a sharp glance, and evidently judged him to be in a dangerous mood, for he inspected the b all very carefully, and rubbed the palms of his hands with great care. Whirr! Like a streak, the ball came toward the home plate. It was a trifle wild. "One ball I" With left foot well advanced, and rJsting easily on his right one, Harry Hale stood quietly waiting for the ball he wanted. Whirr! Another streak from the pitcher's hand, and it was a fair ball, too but not the kind that Harry wanted . "One strike!" The West Siders looked uneasy, and the Bedford Blues grinned broader than ever, but Harry sto od qui e tly at his station, his keen eyes fixed full upon the pitcher.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. Again a fair ball came whirling from the pitcher's clever hand, but Harry did not move, for he did not think he cot:ld accomplish much by offering at it. "Two strikes I" His own boys murmured audibly, and some of the Bedford Bines laughed outright, but Harry Ha:le, his black eyes !'lashing, only set his white teeth the more firmly together. Again that whirling sphere came, with immense speed, from the hand of the pitcher. It was a fair ball, and just what the striker wanted. With al) the strength of his well-trairled muscles, he str;ick at it, caught it near to the end of the bat, and sent it sailing like a streak th tough the air. Fair and true, over the center-fielder, and about ten feet in the air, went the ball, and it kept on and on with force and effect of that powerful blow. Like an arrow from a bow, Harry started for first base, the coachers on the side lines shouting at the top of their voices: "Everybody run!" And they did run, while the fielders of the now astonished and aroused Bedford Blues rushed in mad haste after the ball, which still kept on its way. 1 A cheer announced that the man on third base had reached the home plate. A few seconds later another shout went up, as another runner scored, while the cafcher, dancing in impatient rage, stood close to the plate and shrieked for the ball. Another and a louder shout went up as the third man, the one who had been' on first base when Harry struck the ball, also scored, and the captain knew that t .he game was now a tie. 'I'he score was three and three. Harry had been running Jike a deer, and to his men on bases and now as he reached the third base, he tur'ned bis head for the first time and looked for the ball. It was in the hands of one of the fielders, w ho was a very long way off, and in the act of throwing it to the man on second base. H'.a' rry's foot touched the third base, and then he squared his shoulders, took in a deeper breath, and started, with increased speed, toward the frantic who was now shrieking to the man en second base to send it home l Harry sprintet;I like a prpfessional, his chin up, his teeth -set, his elbows pressed closely to his heaving s\.des. Ball ar:9 boy flew towart;I the e11-ger catcher, and the crowd fairly held its breath while awaiting the result. 1, Harry Hale made a supre111e effort at the ti11ish, leaped forward and slid across the home pfate }ust a of a secorid ahead of the incoming ball. "Hurral1 !'' IE What a mighty shout that was which grreted lhe performance. Harry flushed with pleasure as he heard cheers and applause, and he felt like a hero when boy after boy presseq around him in eager excitement, rapturously shaking his hands or patting him enthusiastically on the back. '. He had made a qome run, and had in the three players the bas.es, score fol!: to three in favor of t?e Siders, winning the game when 1t seemed hopelessly l ost, arid covering himself with glory. There were m a ny pretty young girls among the spectators, a'nd one of these, a bright-eyed blonde, of about fifteen years, cried alotid: "That was grand!" Her was silvery sweet. It caught Harry's ear, and he looked up, and their eyes met. The pretty blonde held a smitll tasteful bouquet in one hand .I ; aI)d, with an impulsive movement and a straight eye, she east the bunch of flowers at the hero of the hour. He caught it cleverly with one hand, and raised his cap politely, in acknowledgment of the attention. The young girl, who had acted on the impulse of the moment, blushed furiously, and turned to her laughing girl friends, who were evidently chaffing her. Then the crowd dosed around Harry, and he lost sight of his fair admirer. He was half carried to the dressing-rooms by his overjoyed nine, and felt his whole frame tprill with pleasure when he heard the different remark& on all sides. "What a hit!" "It was the greatest I ever saw!" "Just think of it To bring in three men !111d make a llome run." "Yes, and to think of the nerve of him, letting them put two strikes on him, and waiting for the ball he wanted.'' "l!e's a wonder." Harry listened to it all, and swelled with honest pride, while dressing, and then when fully arrayed in his fashionable suit of imported cloth, made by a high-priced tailor, the lad w<1.lked out of the house with a proud air, accompanied by R,ob Sanderson, George West and Arthur Forbes, the three friends whom he had driven over from New York to the b;ill grounds in his father's handsome surrey, drawn by a team that cost two thousand dollars. For Harry Hale, be it known, was the only child of wealthy parents, who lavished a small on their idolized son. The team and surrey were under the shed at a hotel across the way, and with careless good nature, Barry tossed a silver dol1ar tb the man who removed .' the sheets ,and backed out the rig. Dollars came easily and plentifully 'to his hands, so he did not value them very highly. In a few moments; they were bowfing swiftly along on their way, the spanking team controlled by Harry's strong hands. For a time, not11ing but the half game was talked of, and then George West suddenly aske d y : )' "What are you going to do . "I'm going to look at a big steam launch that Is for sale cheap,'' answered H;irry. is a very large-sized launch, not [xtra fast, 'but roomy and safe, and fitted "up re ,sh we can cat," as sented Arthur Forbes. "What a nice thimr it would to send home a hasket of fish packed in ice." 1 "" ... ..,, r

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 3 "Yes, and game, too," said Harry. "Well, then, it is under stood that you three will be my guests for the summer. We'll fish, hun t, swim, eat, drink and sleep, and be like gypsies aflot and ashore, until next September." "That's settfed 1 cried the other three. And so they chatted all the way home, laying out plans for ;: summer of idleness, afloat and ashore, with Harry Hale for leader. There was a policeman in front of Harry's handsome home when he brought the panting team to a stop, and talking to the officer was a resolute-looking, middle-aged man in plain clothing. As the team stopped, this man seized them deftly by the bridle. "Let go!" rather angrily said Harry. "They'll stand." "They'll stand till yer git out, me lad," coarsely said the man, with a grin, and throwing back his coat, he displayed the badi.;e of a deputy sheriff. "Git out, me dajlings, and don't be the hull blessed day, either." "\Vhat do you mean?" gasped Harry, who was almost breat!1Jess with astonishment. "This is my father's team and rarriag:e." "It was once but it ain't now; see?" was the grinning rejoinder. "This 'ere rig is seized to satisfy a judgment, which it satisfy, by a werry Jong shot, me boy, and the dokkyment is here in me pocket. I thought yer was playing innercent, but I kin see yer really are so. Me boy, yer father's dead broke I" CHAPTER II. A MOTHER'S ADVICE. As he slowly grasped the meaning of the coarsely uttered in formation, Barry Hale. felt a sickening sensation pass over like a wave. His. face grew deathly pale, and for a moment he trembled from head to foot. The policeman who was standing near was a kind-hearted man, and having been on that beat for some time, knew Harry very well. ., "It's quite true what the peputy says," he volunteered, patting the boy consolingly on the bfrk. "I've' seen the doq1ment in his poc'ket, authorizing him tQ seize any property. of your father:s .. which he can find, and as to the rest o( his statements, I Y-'l.Ow them be all true." ' ,,-' ' ., "My father i? ruined?" ga,sped as h c almost tottered out of the surrey. "Ye's,' policeipan "And he has-has--" Harry stammered, and the kind-hearted bluecoat said: "He has disappeared." A seeming little chuckle frqim somebody behind Harry this statement. He prew himself quickly erect, and with a flash in his dark eyes, turned short about. The sneering grin on Arthur face showed that it vras he who had laughed. ,"' ;, ', .. ''So, Arthur," cried Harry Hale, calmly, and with dignit-1, "you are cad to find amusement in the misfor tunes of a chum like me. When you gambled a short time ago, and lost money you could not pay, I paid your debts for you on your promise never to gamble again, and thus saved you from your father's anger. And you are the first one 1 to lagh at my misfortunes !" Arthur seeme,d tb shrink un ,der the glance of contempt with which lfarry favored him, and there was anything but a grin on his face when the rebuke was ended. The deputy spoke up : ''.Yer a manly sort o boy," he snid, regarding 'Harry with ap proval, "and I'm downright sorry to sec a young feller of yer make:up in any sort o' trouble. Likely, ycr'vc bin ter college: an' maybe yer learnt somethin', too, for yer've got an eye like a dimind; but now yer'll git what they calls a world's eddication, me boy, and che werry first thing ycr learnt was about fair weather friends." While speaking, he had comfortably ensconced himself in the seat lately occupied by Harry, gathered up the reins, cracked the whip and with the fina: words and a nod to Harry, away he went. Mournfully enough, the boy watched the splendid team until they disappeared around the next comer, and then with one last sigh oi regret, he turned about. "Well, boys, I don't suppose--" And then he stopped short, for his three companions, while he was watching the departing team, had walked quietly up the stn:et, and were now about half a block away, striding briskly along, :lot deigning to even turn their heads, and acti:1g as though no s11ch person Harry Hale had ever existed. The boy had to smile in very bitterness of spirit as he gazed after their receding forms. "1\nd they were to be my guests during the summer's outing," he thought. "They were going to enjoy themselves at my ex pense, and yet they can desert me like this at the first stroke of misfortune. That man spoke truly about fair weather friends." Then he happened to glance up at the house, and caught a momentary glimpse of a beloved face looking cautiously out from behind a curtain of the parlor floor. 1 "My mother," thought Harry. "I am selfishly forgetting her." He bounded up the steps, and made his way into the front parlor. A sweet-faced, noble-looking woman of middle age arose to receive him. ''Harry," she sobbed, throwing her arms about his neck, "we are "No, mother," firmly returned the lad, as he his sweet mother's tear-stained face, and supported her trembling form, "beggars arc on charity, but you, mother dear, will only have to depend on me." And he straightened up, with head erect, and eyes flashing with resolution. Mrs. Hale checked her sobs, and regarded him with mild aston ish:nent. I She was an intelicctual and accomplished woman, and one of judgment and perceptioo. She saw at a glance that a change had come over her son, who, a few before, had no thought beyond a ball game or a cruise in a steam launch. Misfortune had brought out all that was noble and manly in his character, and the unfortunate woman's eyes sparkled as she regarded him with a new adn;iiration. "Why, Harry," she said; "you talk like a man." "No doubt, mother," he returned; "for although I am only sixteen, a boy in years, this trouble makes me feel like a man at hes.rt. Now, sit down, mother, and just tell me how bad matters are.0 "They could not be worse," was the reply. "We are absolutely ruined." "Nothing saved?" "Nothing." "And father has fled?" ''Yes, and I feel worse over that than about everything else. He ran away to escape a debtor's prison, and made a misfortune ajl-

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,.. 4 \ BRA VE AND BOLD. peat like a crime, Your mothel' would not have done that, Harry." "Nor my mother's sot!, eifher," assonted the boy. "But \vhat was the trouble?" "Foolish investments, trying' to turn a comfortable fortune into millions. ThtMained their few posses sions, but Harry felt a new sensation tuh through him as he set busily to work to put affairs in the rooms in order. There was a gas stove included in tho gtneral arrangeftlent, and on this Mrs. Hale, who had performed no work fot many years, if ever1 tooked a steak for herself and Harty and made a cup of tea. Harry, young and :llopeful, ate heartily, A.hd said so tnuch in vraise of the food that he brought smiles to his mother's face. "I never enjoyed a meal more in rrty life," Said the brave boy, smiling at her, "and l'tn sot'ry that you can't cook my breakfast for me, because I'll be up bfight and early and away for a situatic'.m." "Ohi Harry, without any ?" The boy laughed. "That will not kill me, mother," he said; "al'ld you must remember that the early bird cafches the 1\lor111." "It's a\vful to think of you having to work for a living Jik6----'---'" "Like a11y common1 everyday boy, eh, mother, deaf? Well, I'm just that, you dear, foolish mother, and I'll be so ptoud that my h:i.t will not fit me when I cwme home with monty for yolir support. Why, when I think what a big1 idle, lfood-for nothing I've been, I could almost rejoice at the change." Once again his cheerful, loving words brought smiles to Mrs. Hale's face. "And you'll start out early the morning?" "Yes, mother." 11'0 try to get what sott oi a situation r'' "Anything that the advertisements iti the newspapers suggest as promising." "Then, my bc'.Jy," said the fond, proud mothel", her lace light ing up, "let me give you a little advice. I do rtot know ruuch about business, but I do know something about the world and I k11ow what qualities, what methods and what course ol conduct are mo st conducive to success in life. "Be upright and honest "Let no temptatlott swetve you from the path of hottesty, and remember th
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 5 Feelihg very hopeful, indeed, Harry Hale made for the first address on his list. This was a hardware store, and a sharp-looking n1ah was behind the counter. "I've come about the situation, sir," announced H::1rry Hale. "Oh, exactly. Where did you work last?" "Nowhere, sir." "Nowhere." "I-I'm just out of school," hesitatingly said Harry, not feeling that it was requisite that his misfortunes should be told to every posslble employer. "I never worked before." "No busihess experience, eh?" "No, sir, but I'm willing to learn, and would try hard to---" "Don't waste your time and mine," brusquely broke irt the hardware tnan, picking up a newspaper, ahd turnirtg his back on Harry. "You will not do for me." The boy felt a little dejected when he walked out of the store. "But, pshaw!" he thought; "a boy can't have' auy business ex perience until he ls in business, and somebody will give me a trial." The next on the list was a big produce commission firm He saw men and boys sorting and sampling the barrels and crates on tha floor, and it struck him at once that this was work which required only quick eyes and hands and general judgment. "I could learn to erience, only brute strength, and I've got plenty 9 that, $0 if it comes to a choite between starvation and the pick and shovel, why, I sup pose I tan earn a living that_ way How chums would laugh to see me with the street brigade.'' He had turned into Btoadway while musing thus, and now stood ittesolutely, in t1'e Street, try.Ing tci make up his mind what he should do next. Casmtlly, he' glat1ced at the sign over the store front before which he stood. It read: i "HERBERT, W AINWRIGH1' & STRONG, Rea) Est!lte and Insurance." ' 'the office, a tlumber of people }Vere transacti1;g :bpsiness. At the curbstone stood a very elegartt coach and the liv eried driver and footman sitting bolt upright on their seats 'Hatty, who was a great :tdtniret of horses, with in terest at the span of bays. Then, having nothing better to do, he looked into the busy office of Herbert, Wainwright & Strong, which looked like a human bee-hive. Quite casually, he also noticed a rteatly"dressed young man, wearing a dark suit, and a plaip, dark derby hat, standing close to the hall door, at the side of the office, and holding the door slightly open. Harry could help favorihg him with ah extra look, because the man had an unusually long and sharp nose. "\'Vhat a nose," thought Harry, and then turned to look at the smart footman, who had just leaped down from his seat and opened the door of the carriage. An elderly woman, richly dressed, had just come out of the busy office, holding a bulky envelope in one hand. She gave an order to the driver, and then got into the coach. The footman closed the door, and ascended to his seat. The 'driver had just extracted his whip from the socket, preparatory to starting, when a man, bare-headed, wearing an ink siaincd linen office coat, and carrying a quill pen in his hand, ap peared at the open wi : idow of the carriage. ''One moment, driver," he sjlid; and then, as the lady looked up, he added: "Mrs. Dobson, Mr. Herbert begs that you will pardon his neglect, but he forgot to include one collection in your envelope." "Oh, indeed !'0 1 exclaimed the occupant of the carriage. "You need not trouble yourself to push through the crowd, Mrs. Dobson,'' went on the young man in the ink-stained linen coat, "as I can carry the package into Mr. Herbert, and he will send it out again in a couple of minutes with the added collection And he extended his hand to receive the big envelope. "Please hurry up," requested Mrs. Dobson, and handed it over. The bare-headed young man turned short around. "Only a minute, madam,'' he said, and strode straight into the office. Now, Harry Hale had been standing clo$e to the carriage all this time, and something about the young n'.zan's face, as he stood there talking to Mrs. Dobson, fairly fascinated our hero's attention. Suddenly an idea shot through his struggling tqoughts. He looked at the side entrance of the building wherein the real estate and insurance office was located, The long-nosed young man who had been standi11g there had disappeared. Harry was positive that when he had last looked that way the long nosed stranger was there, and 1n the most natuntl manner the lad glanced quickly up and down the street. Broadway was well lined, as it always is during business hour.>, but in those very brief seconds since he last saw him, the young man could not have gone many feet, and Harry looked in vain for a glimpse of the dark suit and plain, dark derby hat. "Not in sight, and I saw him it. few Se<'.onds ago/' the boy' muttered. "It can't be possible that there are two sucll in the city of New York, and yet now I've got the correct idea, and I'll soon know tn1th." Harry Hale was a brainy boy. He thought quietly and ac;ted quickly. As the bareheaded young man strode irito the office, carry ing with him the bulky envelope he had tal<;en from Mrs. Dobson, Harry stepped swiftly,: across the pavemen t foward the slightlyajar side door pushed it open, and looked quickly info the hallway, One glance was ertough.

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6 BRA VE AND BOLD. On the floor lay a dark coat, and near it lay a dark derby hat. Harry spun around like a top, and .ran into the office of the real estate and insurance firm He looked for the bare-headed young man with the ink-stained coat. The latter had just drawn a double-up hat, of the "knock about" style, from a hip pocket, and was about putting it on his head. Harry leaped upon him like a tiger, caught him by one ar.m, and shouted, at the top of his voice: "A thief I Help!" CHAPTER IV. THE CAPTURE. "A thief! Help I" Such were Harry Hale's words when he sprang upon the clever trickster, and he confidently expected that the announcement and the appeal would bring aid promptly to his side. I He was disappointed in his expectations, however, for the wcll filled office at once became the sce'ne of wild confusion, a con dition of affairs highly favorable to the rascal Harry had clutched by the arm. He had taken a firm grip, but the hold was upon the loo s e sleeve of the fellow's coat, and did not include the arm. With a quick wrench, twisting about with great force, he freed himself from the boy's grasp. Then he hit out as straight as any accompli s h e d boxer could have done, for Harry's nose Taken off guard, Harry did not have time to block the blow, but he did have time to do something else which his boxing instructor h a d taught him. He ducked. The move 'ment was made too late, however, to wholly evade the blow. He caught it with about half of its direct force, on the side of his head, and even that made him stagger, and turned him halfway around. Then the thief turned, and tried to bolt through the confused mass of excited pebple. Recovering himself, Harry le a ped after him, caught him around the body, gave him an English "cross buttock," and hurled him, with immense force to the hard floor. He arose qMickly, being plucky as w e ll as tough., but now Harry slipped behind him, cau ght his arms in a firm gras p, aJJd held him fast, despite his desperate struggles. An excited lot of people now pressed around them. "What's all this about?" authoritatively demanded a middleaged gentleman, coming from behind the railing. "Are you Mr. H erbert?" asked Harry. "Yes." "Is this man in your employ?" "No." ''I thought not, and yet he made Mrs. Dob ; on think he was, and nbtained from her the big envelope you had just given her, saying that a mistake was to be rectified. I think I saw the package peering from his inner coat pocket." As Mr. Herbert opened the young man's coat, the latter made a desperate effort to break away. "Make another effort like that, and I'll lift you and dash you down on the floor!" sternly said Harry. The fellow subsided Into one of his pockets went Mr. Herbert's hand, .and forth came the valuable envelope. "That settles it he exclaimed. "This is the package of money I banded to Mrs. Dobson less than five minutes ago and it con tains something over two thousand dollars. Mr. Ray, fetch a policeman." But as cine of the clerks started to obey the order of the head of t4e firm the burly form of a blue coated guardian of the p e ace appeared in the doorway, attracted by the crowd that the exciting occurrence h a d a ss emble d. "What's the troubl e h ere?" asked the p olic eman, and t h e n he c aught sight of the fellow Harry was clutching so firmly b y the arms, and utte red an exclamation of surprise. "Why, he cri e d, "i t 's Nosey Green I" "And who is N os ey Green?" intere stedly inquired Mr. Herbert. "Why, one of the cleverest confidence men in the country, and as sli p p e ry a c o ve as ev e r twisted out of a c o pper's hands," returned t he o fficer. "Hold him fast, my lad, while I put the nippers on him." O h I'll go along all right," smoothly said Nosey Green. "I know y o u will when I get a g o od twist of t he nippers on you. You gave me tl\,e slip once on a time, Mr. Nosey, and this tim e I'll m a ke s ure of y ou. What' s the charge, sir?" This wa s addres sed to Mr. Herbert, who briefly narrated what had tak e n place. The policeman looked w i t h admiration at the boy who bad capture d the notorious confid e nce man. "How did you spot him, my boy?" In as few words as po s sible, Harry told just how the whole affair had take n place and as he concluded his story, one of the' c-Jerks ran out and brought in the hat and coat discarded by Nosey Green Well, this is a dead sure case against him, and you're a mighty shrew d boy to spot such a cle ver game and ch e ckmate it," warmly said the p o liceman. '"What i s your name?" "Harry Hale. "And your address?" Harry gave it to him. "If I am not mistaken," said the officer, "I think there ls a re ward out for thi s party, and if so you will certainly get it. Now, young strong arm," to Harry, "if you and Mr. Herbert will come along to the police station, and tell your stories at the desk, I'll be obliged to you." "I'll go as soon as I restore this envelope to the rightful owner,'' said Mr. Herbert. He returned the valuabl e package to Mrs. Dobson, with a few words of expl a n a ti on to t h a t ahd then he and Harry walked along with the office r and the thi e f to the police station. There they told their stories to the sergeant at the desk, and after due entries were made in the big blotter., they departed. "Please come back to my office with me," requested Mr. Herbert "I want to talk over this affair with you. That Mrs. D o bson is one of our best customers, and we have had charge of all her city property for years, renting collecting and general management. She is a very worthy lady indeed but ecc entric and uncertain, and if she had: suffered the loss of that mon e y in such a manne r she would have unreasonably blamed us, and we might have l ost her through no fault of ours. Now," putting his hand in his pocket, and drawing forth a plump-looking pocketbook, "if I could recognize your brave service--" "Sir," hastily interrupted Harry, I beg that you wi11 not try to pay me for preventing a crime." "You speak nobly, and I assure you that I did not mean to off e r a boy of your stamp and appearance any 111oney payment, but I thought you might permit me to purchase a present for you such as a bicycle, or a ring, or some such trifle." "It would still be taking payment for preventing the commis

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I BRA VE AND BOLD. 7 sion of a crime," firmly said Harry, "and I could not think of ac cepting it." Well, I honor you for expressing such a noble and unusual sentiment," said Mr. Herbert. "But I still feel that I want to do something for you." "And so you can," rejoined Harry. 1'Yo u can give me what I need-employment." CHAPTER V. GUSSIE HERBERT'S APPEAL. Just as Harry made the request for employment, they arrived at the real estate office. "Come into the private office with me," requested 11.r. Herbert, "and we'll talk further." A moment later, they were seated in the privacy of his per sonal office, and then Mr. Herbert, without saying a word, lo o ked long and intently at the boy. "You say you want employment," he at length said, with a little doubtful shake of his head. "But here, even if we needed anybody, only very moderate salaries are paid " Mr. Herebrt," manfully said Harry, "just now you looked for two minutes at this suit which I am wearing, and I think I understand what makes you speak as you do, for the suit cost seventy dollars, and your employees would not purchase such clothing. When I buy another suit, I may be glad to get a ready-made one for about ten d o llars. Yesterday I tossed a dollar to a man who cared for my fath e r 's team at the baseball grounds, but to-day I am seeking a for a few dollars a week, in order to support my mother and myself ." And then, while Mr. Herbert listened to him with interest and -attention, he told the story of disaster. "Ah I" then exclaimed Mr. Herbert, "you ar-e 1:he son of the Mandeville Hale who-who--" Disliking to wound the boy's feelings, he hesitated for a bland term. "Who ran away, Mr. Herbert," bravely added the boy. "Yes, I am his son, and I have waiked the streets all this morning seeking honest employment." "Which is highly creditable to you. Well, what do you under stand?" "Nothing in particular, but I learn easily, and am willing to make myself generally u efuL'' "But the salaries in this business are really very small.1' "Do you pay any employee. what he makes himself worth?" asked the boy. Yes." "Then it depends upon my own efforts to make myself worth a big salary?" smartly said Harry Hale, "To start with, however, I'll take enough to buy bread and butter.'' "That's well said," smiled Mr. Hefbert. "But I've got no re commendatidns from any previous em ployers." "Your conduct this day is enough recommendation for me," warmly said the other. "You are a smart, intelligent and upright lad, and honesty is stamped on your face: Now, I will be frank with you i we really do not need any extra help at present, so the sa.lary to start you must necessarily be small." "Name it," said Harry. "It must be my business to warrant an incre11se." ( "I will start you at five dollars a week." "I wiJl take it," promptly said Harry, and then he smiled. "Why do you smile?" asked Mr. Herbert. "Why, I was just thinking that five dollars i& the sum I paid for a sweater last week to use in bicycle riding I didn't know the value of money then. Well, sir, will you be kind enough to tell me my duties?" "Well, you will have a large number of small matters to attend to, but they will all help pick up the details of this business. We handle real estate in all forms, buying, selling, renting, col lecting, etc., and-by the way, you haven't too much pride to take a bunch of keys and show a floor or a house to our customers. have you?" "I haven't too much pride to do anything that is honest and re spectable," answered Harry. "Well ,' you'll have to show apartments, collect rents look after the insurances, write permits, and, in short, take part in all branches of our business." "Very well, sir When am I to begin?" "When will you be ready?" "I am ready now." "Very good. Then you are e ngaged from this hour, and your pay commences at once. Let me see; it is just noon. Where did you intend to get your lunch?" "At home with my mother, who will be pleased to hear that I have succeeded in obtaining employment.'' "Very well. Now, there are sbme papers at my house which I desire to have brought here this afternoon. I will give you a line to daughter, who will give you what I require, and you can bring them here after you have had your lurn:h.''. He wrote a note, addressed it, and gave it to Harry. Away went the boy, feeling happy that his quest for work had met with sl!ccess. "Five dollars a week isn't much," thought Harry Hale, as be strode homeward; "but if I am worth that without understandin g the business, then the. question of.more wages is only a matter of time." Quite enthusiastically, he burst into his motherls modest apart ments, gave her a hug and a kiss, and told her of his success. And then she c11lled him a man, and lau ghed and cried in a breath, and after that they sat down to a plain, substantial lunch, which Harry ate with the keen appetite that belongs to a growing boy. Then he gayly kissed his mother good-by. "I'm off to work," he cheerfully said, and. started for Mr. Her-bert's house. r 'He found it at the corner of an elegant brownstone row, rang the bell, and in response to the inquiry of the servant who came to the door, he handed over the note addressed to Miss Gassie Herbert. He was shown into a side room, whi)e the note was takeh to the person addressed. A few moments later he he<1rd light feet come tripping dO\Yn the stairs, and then a girl o.f fifteen appeared in the doorway. > "This Is Mr. Hale, I sup--" The girl got just so far in a tone of inquiry, and th e n came to a sudden stop. Her grew large and round, an\J the rich c o lor came into her cheeks As for Harry, although he prided himself on his self-po>session, he blushed like a girl, and could not say a word. The mutual embarrassment of the young couple is easily ex plain e d In Gussie Herbert, Harry reco g nized the pretty blo nde an mire r who had throw n him the bun c h o f flowers on the b all field, ancl the girl, of course, had r ecognize d him, The girl wa'S the first lo find her t o ngu e..,

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8 BRAVE AND BOLD. "Why, you are the young gentleman I saw at the Prospect Park ball grounds, are you not?" sl).e .<1sked. "I am," replied Harry. "And you work for papa?" "I do." "Why," wonderingly said Gussie, "I saw you drive away with a team which my friends said was your own, and I thought you-. you--" And then she checked herself, and blushed redder than ever. Harry Hale held up his head proudly. "You thought I was a rich young gentleman, I he said, quietly, but with an air of dignity. "Yes, I did,'' responded the girl. "So I was," rejoined Harry. "In one day all the wealth of my family was swept away, and I was compelled to seek employment in order to support my mother and myself." Gussie Herbert glanced approvingly at him. "That's all right," she said. "Money isn't everything in this world. How strange, though, that you should have found em ployment with papa. He says in his note to me that you rendered him a great service." "He is really too grateful over a trifling matter," said Harry. "What was it?" asked Gussie. Modestly,. and in clear tones, Harry told the story of the morn ing's adventure with the clever confidence man. Gussie Herbert was a girl of spirit, and her big, blue eyes fairly sparkled as she listened to the exciting tale. "That was grand," she ciried. "I wish I could have seen it. I can see that you are brave, strong and honest, anq I need help in a certain matter from just such a person. Mr. Hale, can I look to you ?" "I am at your service," gallantly said our hero, "and you may command me. But I am only sixteen, and would prefer to have you call me Harry." "Very well, Harry," replied the sweet-faced blonde, with a little laugh. "I will do so on condition that you will remember that I am only fifteen, and would prefer to have you call me Gussie." "I agree," smilingly responded the boy The girl's face grew grave, and, with a little quiver in her voice, she said : "The matter in which I earnestly ask your aid is this: "I have a brother, Frank, two years my senior. "Frank is a good-hearted boy, and I love him dearly, but he is not the good boy he used to be. "He is not very resolute; he is very fond of all sorts of dis sipation, an d he keeps me worried from m orning till night. "Papa is a good man, but there is one little defect in his char acter, which makes it hard for poor Frank. He is either too in dulgent, or else too severe in the matter of correction. Conse quently, he ha s helped to spoil Frank, and yet my brother fears him. The result of this is that they are drifting apart, and that's a bad thing for a father and a son. "Papa knows that Frank has been carrying on wickedly 'of late, drinking, gambling, staying out late, and dissipating generally, and he has talked hars hly to the boy. "Now, Harry, more than once I have seen an expression oo Frank's face which made me think that he felt like putting his arms around papa's neck and confessing something to him, but pap a's was altogether too forbidding. I can read my brother's face, an d I am sure that there is something on his mind whic h he would like to say to his fathe;, but he lacks the courage." "Why not try to open his mind to you?" suggested H arry much inter ested. "I have tried to1 and he only gives me evasive answers." "He probably wants to ask pardon of your father, and promise to reform," said Harry. The girl shook her head mournfully, and tears stood in her eyes. "I'm afraid it's something more than that," she said, sadly. "Listen: 1 "My brother's most constant companion is a man named Har lington Mace, ten or fifteen years older than Frank. "This man leads Frank into all sorts of dissipation, and I have heard enough fall from their lips to convince me that he has some sort of hold on Frank. My brother is completely under his control, and this man is leading him from bad to worse. "Oh, Harry, I love my brother dearly, and I tremble for him. Will you try to learn the secret of this man's power over Frank, and also try to reclaim hitn ?" "I certainly will if I can," replied the boy. "And, above all, try to save him from the effects of my father's anger," pleaded the girl. "My fath9 is terrible in his wrath, and I am afraid he could be bitter enough to prosecute even his own son. You will do what you can for Frank?" "I promise you," simply returned Harry. "But I do not know him." "You will probably meet him here or at papa's office. If I have any chance to bring you together, I will do so." Then she gave him the package required by her father, and when she said good-by to him, put her htmd in Harry's with an impulsive movement that brought the color to the boy's face "I hope you will c all whenever you feel like doing so," she said, and then Harry bowed himself out, and walked away, in a. state of feeling which he could not describe even to himself. "How exceedingly pretty she is," he thought, as he strode along with a light step. CHAPTER VI. HARRY'S SUSPICIONS. Down to the real estate office went Harry Hale, and there met Mr. Herbert, to whom he handed over the package given him by The other members of the firm were there, and Harry was in troduced to them by Mr. Herbert in highly complimentary terms. They patted him approvingly on the back, and told him they were glad to have such a brave, energetic boy in their service. Harry was still from the compliments they paid him, when Mr. Herbert called in the two clerks, Charlie Dayton and Percy Ray, young men, some years older than our hero, and in troduced the plucky boy to them. Baggs, the porter, came last, and having been formally pre sented to his :follow-workers, the general utility clerk was at once set to work at one branch of 11is business, which was to learn how to fill in the bl ank forms of '\ deposit" receipts. Then he was given a bunch of keys, and sent with a gentleman and lady who wished to look at a handsome f!q.t. Harry showed them through the rooms, and being a smart, brainy boy, quick to grasp the details of his occupation, told them in a few words the advantages of the flat, dwelt somewhat on the fact that the front windows faced the west, and would always provide them with a bt'eeze in fair weather, and, in short, made them so charmed with the apartments that they paid him a month's rent on the spot, and went away to engage a moving van. Quite elated with bis success, and feeling some pardonable pride Harry marched briskly to the office. "Well?" inquiringly said Mr. Herbert.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 9 "There's a month's rent, sir," returned Harry, laying the money down Mr. Herbert laughed loudly. "Why, Dayton and Ray, and even my partners, have been trying to rent that flat for the past two months," he said. "How did you do it?" "Merely pointing out the various advantages of the place." "It never seemed to have any before, smiled his employer "Now, go to Mr. Strong, and he will show you h o w to make out a lease." So some three or four days passed by, the boy rapidly ac quirin g the details of the different branches, and winning constant approval from his employers. His mother seemed resigned, and that was a great relief to Harry, who had feared that she might pine and sicken under her affiictions. He had been nearly a week at work, and was just returning from an errand uptown, when not more than half a block from the office he came upon two boys clad in the well-known uniform of the American District Tel egraph Company. One had just struck the other as Harry came up, and, as the day 's work was done, and he only had to report to the office, he halted for a moment opt of mere curiosity. "What are hittin' me fur?" demanded the boy who got the blow squaring off. "Ter make yer give up," replied the other, in a rage. "Give up what?" "Half o' ther money." "What money?" "Ther money yer got from ther man what give yer dat telegram ." "Why, ain't it all mine?" o, 'tai n't, and yer know it. Was the biz reg'lar?" "Why wasn't it?" "'Cause It wasn't, an' -yer know it. He comes up to yer and tells yer to put ther telegram in yer book, an' deliver it, and he'll give yer half a dollar. An' yer does it, an' he forks over the half, an' I say yer ought to divide with me." "Suppose I don't?" "Then I tells the manager. "Oh, well, what's the use o' kickin' about twenty-five cents." "You give up, an' then there won't be any kick; see?" "All right," grumbled the other; and then the two messengers walked away, still keeping up their quarrel. "Th ey've been doing something contrary to the rules of the company," thought Harry. as he passed on, "and like other dis honest persons they are quarreling about the spoils." Just then he r eac hed the door of the office, and was almost knocked down by the porter, Baggs, who, satchel in hand, was just coming out. A strong friendship had sprung up between Harry and the porter, and although the latter was evidently in a great hurry, he came to a moment's halt and extended his hand to the boy. "Good-by, Harry," he said. "Be back again in a day or two. Just time to catch a train to Albany, where-here, this tells the story." And thrusting an envelope into Harry's hand, he darted away. Harry opened the envelope, and found that it contained a tele gram. It was an ordinary communication, printed on the familiar yel low blanks of the telegraph company. It was from Albany, addressed to John Baggs, in care "of Her bert, Wainwright & Strong, and was signed Peter Baggs. The message contained these words: "Come home first train, and see mother before she dies." There was nothing so very unusual about this deathbed sum mons, and yet Harry continued to gaze thoughtfully at the tele gram. He was, as the reader knows, a thinker and an observer. For a couple of minutes he stood there in deep thought, and then walked into the office. "Ray," he said to that clerk, "Baggs got a telegram a little while ago, didn't be?" "Yes." "How long ago?" J'About fifteen minutes." "Who tookit from the messenger b oy?" "Baggs himself, who happened to be standing near at hand." "Did he sign the receipt book?" "Yes," returned Ray; "I know he did, because he borrowed my pencil to do it with." "Did the m esse nger boy have a piece of white plaster on the bridge of his nose?" "Yes, he did." "Thanks. Is Mr. Herbert in the private ofli,ce ?" "Yes; just finishing up. We'll close in half an hour." "Ray, will you pl ease ask Mr. Herbert not to go away until I return? I 'll be back in about fifteen minutes." "What's up, Hale?" "I'll tell you later. Tell Mr. Herbert I'll return in fifteen minutes." And away darted Harry at a brisk pace. Straight to the nearest telegraph office he went, and looked sharply around. I Sev era l uniformed boys were there, but he did not see the oae he was looking for. Harry walked to the little window where he saw the telegraph operator standing, and laid down the card of the real estate firm. "If a telegram should come for us from an out-of-town cor resp ondent, Albany, for instance, would it come through this branch office?" he asked. "Yes," was the reply. "It would be received on the through wire from Albany, at headquarters, and then telegraphed to us. We then send it out by messenger. This is done because it is the quickest way." "Well, have you received any telegram within the past hour addressed to a man named Baggs, and in care of our firm?" "No." "You are the only operator?" "Yes." "And you didn't receive this?" And Harry showed him the message that had been handed him by the porter when he said good-by. The operator glanced curiously at the piece of yellow paper. "No, I didn't receive it, nor did any other operator," he said. "lt looks all right to you, I suppose, but I can see that it is a bogus telegram." "You are sure of that?" "Certainly. Why, there is no mark of any receiving office on it, and the signatures of the \ sending and receiving operator s which serve as checks or tracers, are unknown to me, and I know all the local telegraphers. It is a bogus telegram, beyond doubt." Harry's eyes snapped triumphantly. "I supposed as much," he muttered, to .ltimself, regarding the bogus message with some excitement. "This false summons,

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BRi\. VE AND BOLD. .. which removes Bagg s is the first s tep in an intended crime, which I can f;iintly surmise, and which, sing1e-handed, I sh<1ll try to prevent!" CHAPTER VII. A MIDNIGHT WATCH. Our hero turned to the telegraph operator. "Have you g o t a m e ss enge r here with a piece of white plaster stuck on his nose?" he asked. "Yes; there he comes no w." Harry turned around, and saw the lad in que s ti o n entering the
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I BRA VE AND BOLD. IIi down by a green-lined shade, and here Harry sat down and be gan to read an evening paper. It took him two hours or more to read the paper through. Then he took up a pen, and began work on a book which Mr. Herbert had placed on the desk. Occupied with this work, two hours more passed by. Then came a startling interruption! Twelve o'clock had long since tolled from a neighboring church tower. The busy street had quieted down. The noise made by the policeman on the beat trying the front door came to his ears. For the next few minutes, the stillness was just as complete as it ever is in a great city. Then Harry heard the front hall door open and close, and steps coming along the uncarpeted floor. They halted outside the door that afforded communication be tween the hall and the office. The murmur of voices came indis tinctly to his cars, but he could not hear the words. Soon he heard the sounds made by several gentle blows, and then" that indescribable succession of sounds which accompany an effort to pry open a locked door. It creaked and groaned, resisted for some time, and then, with a metallic snap, gave way, and swung gently inward. Harry Hale caught the momentary gleam from the reflector of a bull's-eye lantern. "Turn the slide, you fool!" growled a voice, and the light was hastily obscured. "Shall we go in?" asked another voice. "No." "Why not?" "Because there's a fair light in the place, and
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12 BRAVE AND BOLD. The man put the lantern down upon the desk, and slowly turned the s lide. "That gaslight is not bright enough to show us the dial," he s a id. "I'll direct the light full upon it, and then you can do the work." "All right," said the boy, and opening his coat, he drew forth an o rdinary vi s iting card from his ve s t "It would be a sweet thing now if you had made a mistake;" growled the man. "In this?" asked the boy. "Yes." "I took it from his littJe pocket diary, where he always kept i t and it is made out in his usua1 style He c an't rem e mber the combination, and always puts it down in his diary. Being mere figures, they would not attract attenti o n." "Well, go ahead The boy took a mat from the floor pla ce d 1t m fr ont of the safe, and knelt upon it. The man s t o od b es ide him, dir e cting the full glare of the lantern upon the poli s hed dial o f the safe. "Ten, and then four turns to the left, and then tw e nty," mut tered the boy. Click I click! came to Harry's ears, and he knew that the com bination of the little private safe was being operated. He clutched the head of the sword-cane firmly with his right h a nd, a nd held the lower part with his left h a nd. The n he softly moved one foot toward the edge of the screen, intending to creep out. At that moment the man spoke: "It's working elegantly. Now, three times to the left, and forty. Why, it's a multiplication of the number ten, that's all. Why, what in thunder are you doing?" For an instant the kneeling boy sent the dial whirling arounq and around, thus destroying the progress he had made toward unlocking the safe. "Are you insane?" cried the man. "No; I'm sane," returned the youth, getting on his feet. "I have been insane, but now I have come to my sen s es." And as he uttered the words, he put in his ve s t p o cket the card upon which the combination had been marked, and buttoned his coat over it. For a moment the man seemed speechless with astonishment, and only glared at his youthful companion. Intensely interested at this turn of affairs, Harry drew back his foot and watched the pair keenly through the openings of the Japanese screen. At last the rnan found his voice. "What docs this mean?" he snarled. "It means that my eyes are o pened!" replied the boy, pas s ion ately. "I have been blind and you with your sweet tongue have made me so You have raked ;md torn at my wounds-the wounds of my pride. You have made me believe that I was bro,,; beaten, insulted, abused, treated like a d o g and in every way wrongly used. You have flattered and wheedl ed, and threatened and lied, and have made me b e liev e that I was an injured hero, ar:d you have orought me to cont e mplate a crime like this without a si11gle tw inge oi but it has all come to me like a flash, Harlingto n Mac;e, aJ1d l tell you I go no farther!" "Why, y o u talk like a pre a c her," s n e ered the man, rega;ding him wi t h Q yes that bla2ed wit h malignant anger. "To hear you litt e r thos e hi g hly morn! sentences would give anybody the im th a t y o u nev e r had, and n ev er c:ould, commit a crime!" The b o y winc e d vis ibly under these final words, which seemed to c11t him lik e a knife N e v e r m i nd wh a t I h ave done or what I may do,'' he said, sto1:t l y T tell yq u t h a t T n o w r ealiz.e what on unnatural and horrible deed I was about to commit, and I tell you that I will not rob my father!" Ah! the secret was out now! This, then, was Gussie Herbert's bro t her, in whose behalf the' pre tty blo nd e girl had spo k e n so pleadingly to Harry. "Try to save him from the effect s of my father s anger, if she had said to Harry, and t he latter had promised to do what he could "S o y o u will n o t rob pap a, ch ? sne er e d Mace, with a chuckle. "Well, Frank, I don't see tha t it's necessary." "Wha t do you mean?" "Tha t I'll do it my s elf and save you from committing the crime. Of cour se, I shall require th a t card which you hav e pl a ced in your vest pocket, so just hand it over, and b e liv ely about it." I will not," said Frank. "You'll get hurt." "I'm not as old as you, btn I'm oig to fight )'\JU, and I'll do it." "And you know something about boxin g, t oo, don't you?" "Enough to whip you," confidently replied Frank Herbert, and H arry saw him clinch hi s fist s "But not e nough to whip this!" snapped Harlington Mace, sud denly dra w ing a long, slender knife of the stiletto pattern from his vest and raising it in the air in a menacing manner. "Frank Herbert, I want that card, and I'm going to have it! Put it down o n that desk and b e liv e ly about it, or I'll stick this betwe e n your ribs, and then take the card, anyhow I" "Would you murde r me ? gasped the boy, in amazement. "Yes and for less than y o u say there must be in that safe," returned the villain. "Out with the card, you sneaking hypocrite, or into you go e s the knife I" But at that instant our hero lea ped from behind the Japanese scre e n, and with one long, cat-like bound, had his broad back against the door. He had dra wn the sword from the c a ne, and now extended the long, flashing bl a de toward the startled rascal. Supp o s e y o u try that knife on me ?" qui e tly .C..""
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 13 weapon with which he had threatened Frank Herbert. "Will you stand aside and let me pass?" "No!" Harry }{ale. "Then down you go!" gritted Mace, and dashed, impetuously, forward. CHAPTER IX. MR. Hl>RBERT'S SON. Harry Hale was in a position calling for both nerve and ad dress. He both. At boarding school he stood second Mi the fencing master only in the expert use of the foil, and now, as Harlington Mace rushed fiercely at him, the lad threw himself into the easy position of an accomplished swordsman on guard. With a growl like that of an enraged brute, Mace struck at him with the fong, slender weapon, no doubt expecting to easily beat down the boy's iuard. Harry, however, had a wrist of steel, and met the attack with such a firm, sure guard that t e knife was deflected frorp. its aim. Then, with a dexterous twist, made with inconceivable quick ness, he made the slender blade of the sword twine about the knife, tore it from Mace's grasp, and sent it flying acrqss the room. Then, as it fcil with a musical clang to the floor of the office, Harry presented the point of his weapon until it fairly touched Mace's chest, and sternly said : "Surrender!" One glance, made up oi reb ellion, surprise and fear Harling. ton Mace gave the clever b oy who had thus disarmed him and placed him at his opponent's mercy, and then he said: "Curse me if I don't think you're game to stick me with that!" "Life is sweet, and I think you hold mine very cheaply," 5aid Harry. "lf you make one hostile movement, I shall feel justified in running you through." "Then I give in," philosophically returned Harlington M'1-ce. There was a chair right at hand, and Harry gave it a little push with his foot. "Sit down!" he ordered. Mace obeyed. "Fold your arms !" The order was complied with, "Now," sald Harry, looking him squarely in the eyes, "please remember that I have a weapon in my hand that l know how to use, that I look upon yQu with no more concern than would be due a snarling dog, and that I am ready to run you through ar the very first sign 9C an attempt tQ escape." Harlington Mac.; had by this time recov.;red his nei:ve and hi11 cooineu. "Don't fret about !llC," he said. "Just answer me a few questions and the11 we'll get along more smoothly." "What do you want to know?" "Who are you ?" "My name is Hale, and I am one of the clerks employed here." "Did you just happen to be here?" "No; I your game! Harlington ?dace, and was to receive you! .. The was almost speechless wit h surprise, but managed to gasp out: "What game?" "The one that decoyed Baggs away with a bogus telegram, just a frw minutes before time. That's all I shall tell you now. The rest will come out on your trial for burglary I" The villain snarled: "My trial, eh?" "Certainly!" "l suppose his trial \\'ill take place :it the same time?" and he nodded toward the still Fran\ Herbert. This was a poser for Harry. No matter what the outcome of the case had been, he would have desired to screen and save the brother of pretty Gussie Herbert, as h e had promised the pleading girl to do; but now, after having heard the boy speak so penitently, no nobly he felt it more a nd more incumbent on him to save the misguided young man. Frank Herbert was completely overcome with his sensations of fear and remorse, and now, as Harry Hale gianced rather pity ingly at him, the foolish fellow covered his face with his hands and burst into tears. "He's very tender-hearted ," sneeringly remarked Harlington Mace. "Do you know who he is?" "Yes." "You know that he is Mr. Herbert's son?" "Yes." "Well, what are you going to do with him?" "I have not yet decided." "Well, I'll decide one point for you before you go any further," insolently said the sneering villain. "He's equally guilty with me in this little game, as far as it has gone, and if I go to jail, you can j t1st bet your life he goes with me I" And Harry Hale knew that the rascal was in a position to make good his threat, thus dragging down Gussie's brother wfth him. The young conqueror rapidly thought over the situation. No real harm had been done. Not a dollar had been stolen, and he had, by his own irltelli gence and courage, Pl'evented robbery, and perhaps worse. Frank Herbert, still crying heartily, was in a penitent, remorse ful mood, a condition favorable for missionary work. Harry felt that he was justified under the circumstances, in act ing upon his own judgment, and having made up his mind to do so, he proceeded to carry out his ideas. He removed his broad back from the door, and flung the barriM wide open. "Go I" he said. Mace stood up "Do you mean lt r he cried. "Yes." "Of course, my friend goes with me?" "Of course, he does not." I I "Then I don't go. I'm not going to desert my pal." "No harm will come to him." "I tell you I don't go without him."' c "And I tell you that if you don't go at once, I will summon the police by pressing this little button.'' "Then Fra,nk and I would bath be nabbed "True!" asseqted Barry Bale, "but that wou)d be your fault, and not mine I can read you, Harlington Mace, deep as you deem yourself. You fear to leave your dupe, your tool, your vic tim, here to be quest10ned by me, but that is just exactly what you'll have to do Otherwise, I s.hall rid myself of all responsi bility in this matter by turning yo11 bath over to the police.'' Baffled in his attempt to fool this clearsig hted boy, Harlington Mace turned around to the sobbing Frank: "Say, you sniveling fo ol--" ' He had gone just so far, when Harry Hale broke in upon him.

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14 BRAVE AND BOLD. "Say one more word to him, and I'll slash you on your cheeks, and mark you for life!" he cried stamping his foot impatiently, and elevating his sword-cane. He divined at once that Mace intended to utter threats de signed to k eep Frank's moulh closed, and Harry was resolved t;hat the young man should not be intimidatid. "Clear out!" he shouted, his temper rising and his eyes spark ling. "Get out, you villain, or I'll save the hangman a job." He looked so threatening, and the sharp point of the sw ord was so near Mace's face, that the latter took fright, and rushed away without another word. Harry stood motionless until he heard the outer door close, and then he placed the sword-cane on a de s k, advanced toward Frank Herbert, and placed his hand upon the latter' s shoulder. "Look up!" he said. "Dry your eyes and t<1lk to me. Frank had really "had his cry out," and now he dried his red dened eyes and looked up at his father' s clerk. He put out his hand impulsively, and Harry Hale clutched it with a warm, firm grasp. "Oh, how good your hand seems to me!" the weak young man cried. "It seems so strong, so firm, so reliant, so honest. Oh! let me hold it, for it makes me feel as though it could lead me back to the honest paths I once trod." And his eyes were again dim as he looked up into Harry's face. Touched to the very heart by this child-like burst of confi dence, Harry Hale could not keep the tears back from his own eyes, as he gently said: "Hold on to it, Frank, now and as long as you will, and be lieve that I would rejoice to rescue you from vice and dissipation, and make you worthy of your father and your sister." At the mention of his father's name, the young m;i.n shuddered. "My father hates me," he said. "And you fear him?" "I think he could send me to prison if he knew of this affair." "I really think. that you do not understand one another," s:iid Harry, "and I must try to bring about a better state of affairs be tween you. Now, listen: "Your sister has spoken to me about you, telling me her fears and the sorrow you cause by your conduct. "She has asked me to save you from the certain effects of the life you arc leadini, and I have promised her that I will try to do so. "What I have seen and heard here to-night is enough to as sure me that there is much more good than bad in you, and something tells me that I can reform you, cart save you, can restore you as a worthy son and brother to your father and sister, if you will only help me to do so. "Frank trust to the impulse which makes you cling to my hand, the hand of an upright and honest boy, and tell me the nature of the hold Hartington Mace has upon you l" Frank looked trustfully at him, and had just opened his mouth to speak, when th!re came a startling interruption. The front door of the hallway opened and closed, and the hasty tread of feet could be heard advancing toward the rear office door. Tearing himself free from the clinging grasp of Frank Herbert, Harry leaped lightly across the room, 11eized the sword-cane from the desk, and threw himself in a position of defense. Just as he did so, tlle door of the office wu thrown violently open! CHAPTER K. FRANK HERBERT S STORY. It had vaguely flitted through Harry' s brain that Harlington Mace, with a companion or two at his back, had returned to complete the interrupted burglary, and he now stood with one hand re s ting again s t the electric button at the side of the private office door, ready to summon police aid, if necessary. The in s tant, however, that the gaslight fell on the forms in the op e n d o orway, every sentiment exc ept surprise vanished. Mr. Herbert stood there, and at his side was Baggs, the janitor. They were revealed by tpe gaslight. Harry stood somewhat in the s hadow. He hastily thrust the sword into the cane, laid it quietly on the table, and strode out fromthe private office. "Here I am, Mr. -Herbert," he sa id, and then turning to the janitor, he added: "You have come to relieve me, have you?" Now, Harry &aid all this in the most natural manner possible, but he was, nevertheless, keeping up a great deal of thinking, for with Frank Herbert in the private office, our hero was now surrounded by a peculiar and very trying state of affairs. He wanted to screen Frank. To do this, he must, doubtless, conceal the fact that a burglary had been attempted. in which contemplated crime his employer's son had been an accomplice. And, above all, he wanted to be upright and and to tell the truth. He made up his mind to be guided by circumstances, and to trust to his quick wits to save Frank Herbert from hia father's anger. The latter was regarding him keenly. "Are you not surprised to see me?" he asked. "A little," admitted Harry. "I am much more surprised to see Baggs, supposing that he was on his way to Albany." "Three hours away from the city, at a pilroad refreshmentroom, Baggs met his brother, Peter, from whom he supposed he had received a telegram, learned that no telegram had Ileen sent and that his mother was well in health, and at once -returned the city, and came direct to my house. < I suspected that thing-why, Harry, who is sitting in my office?" t And he peered sharply through the open doorw27. "Your son, Frank," replied Harry. "My son l ?" ''Yes, sir." "What's he doing here?" ,. -;; .. r "You don't object to him being here to keep me do you, Mr. Herbert?" evasively rejoined Harry. Mr. Herbert shot a keen glance at his clerk. "Is he here by your invitation?" he asked. Still seeking to shield the erring but repentant youth, Harry Hale felt sorely tempted to reply in the affirmative, but at that very instant he heard the echo of his noble mother's advice: "Be truthful! Tell the truth at all times, when it is demanded of you, and screen neither yourself nor others by falsehood. Do this, and you need fear no accusation; do this, and you may look all nicn in the And Harry Hale held up his head, looICed his employer in the eye, and truthfully answered:. ' "No, sir; he is not." "I thought as much . Now, Harry, tell me how he got in here?" "By the hall door." "And what does he want here?" 1 "Mr. Herbert," resolutely said "I answer that question, but for the present I beg you will excuse me. If

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 15 :Baggs in. tends to remaln .t1ere, r would like to go hlilme wit}l you and YO\!r son." "Very well," assented .Mr. Herbert, and perha)Js either you or Frank will explain how this came al;>out." And he pointed significantly to the evidences that tile rear door had been forced open. "That shall be.-explained said Harry. "Are yo\1 ready sir?" "1Y es," assented Mr. ,Herbert, as everything seems to be all right here.H ''Everythinir is all right," responded Harry. "Come, Frank." Very humbly, ind e ed, Frank came from the inner office, and followed his and Harry put to the street. ''Now, Mr. Herbert," reqtt
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\ / 16 BRAVE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XI. REUNITED. Harry Hale had d e manded to know the true reason of Mace s sway over Frank Herbert, an d now that the secret was out, it made him gasp for breath. "Forgery I he whi s pered. "Yes, forgery," returned Frank, in almost as low a tone, and cast an apprehemive glance at his father, trudging sil e ntly along some thirty or forty feet in advance. "Do you think my father, who 11ever did a dishonorable deed in his life, is likely to forgive me for such a crime I" "Don't worry about that now," evasively said Harry. "Just go on and tell me what took place later on." "Oh, the landlord of the hotel cashed the check for me, hardly glancing at the forged signature, and the fatal paper passed out of my hands. In my blind folly, thinking Mace my dearest friend, I felt any alarm, deluding myself with the ide a that I s h o uld be able to repossess myself of the check in the event of the forgery being discovered, and feeling very nearly sure that the deception would remain unknown. "Ah, I needed but to have one meeting with my supposed friend to know that I had been made his dupe 1 Arrest and imprison ment stared me in the face, and I found that I had become Mace's slave, bought by his check for one hundred dollars. Constan t ly threatened, I had to do whatever Mace said, and from mere di s sipated comp a nionship, by degrees I arrived at the stage to which he had expected to lead and drive me-to where I could assist him to plunder my father. This last part' you ve seen and you know that I halted in the act at the twelfth hour." "And this is all?" asked Harry. "All." "And how do you feel about the condition of affairs now?" "Well, I feel this way : I am determined to get away from Harlington Mace, and lead a different life. Now you are going make an effort to bring my father and me together, and I think you will fail. In that event, I shall pack up a few things in a v alise, and take an early train away." "Whe re to?" "Anywhere; the farther the better. I mean to get away from Harlington Mace, and try to lead a new life." Harry said no more, for he was thinking very deeply, and in silencre the three arrived soon after at Mr. Herbert' s residence. Into a snug library, the gentleman of the house ushered t he two lads, placed chairs for them, and then seated himself. "Well?" said, inquiringly, and glanced at Harry Hale, but the latter's glance was fastened up o n an oil portrait on the wall opposite, a portrait of a little boy of ten, with a face that he at once recognized. "That was Frank as a little boy?" he said. "Yes," assented Mr. Herbert. Harry tnade a bold plunge. "At that age, you kissed him when he went to bed at night, and a warm affection between you," he asserted. Mr. Herbert started with surprise, and perhaps with a little resentment, too, but, instinctively, his eyes sought the face of th. e portrait, his features softened as tender memories came over him, and in a moment, irrepressible tears stood trembling upon his Clever Harry Hale seized his advantage. '.'Re was a good boy then, sir," he said; "for he was protected by your love. But hen he was sent away to boardingschool he lo.st that g0od influence and became wild. :His boyis.h misdeeds were severely condemned by you; you were stern and hard with him; his mother was dead, and you were his best friend, but he feared you, and as a result of his fe4r he became the victim of a bad man. Deprived of your indulgent affection, your boy became reckless." "I was, perl1aps, too hard with him," faintly admitted his fa ther, hu s kily. I used to love him dearly, and it made me feel bitter to think that he might bring disgrace on my honored name. But I will admit that I was too severe.'.' "Now, sir, listen attentively while I tell you all that he has done," requested Harry, and as briefly as possible he recounted all that Frank had told him in the street. "Forgery!" gasped Mr. Herbert. "Oh, Frank!" The penitent youth hid his pale face with his hands, and Harry, sc a rcely heeding the interruption, went on talking and recountcrl to Mr. Herbert the s tory of the attemp-ted attack upon the safe, and o f Frank's aw a k ening conscience. "Mr. Herbert !" cried Harry, "he declared he would npt rob his father, and if I had not been there he might have given up his young life in defense of that card which is still in his pocket, and the po ss ession of which by Earlington Mace would have placed the contents of your safe at the villain's disposal. It seems to me that such a son is worth forgiving and saving I" The appeal was not in v a in. Mr. Herbert opened his arms. "Frank, my poor, foolish boy!" he brokeoly cri ed. "Oh, father, forgive me!" sobbed Frank, and rushed across the room and into his father's sheltering embrace. with a lump m his throat which he could not swallow, Harry tiptoed across the ro o m to the door, passed into the hallway, and left the reunited father and sbn alone. For ten he paced up and down the hallway in a state of mind that can be much better imagined than described for very proud, ind e ed, must the heart feel when one has reunited two members of a family who were dTifting apart. "Come in, Harry." Mr. Herbert, standing in the open doorway of the library, was calling him. I In went our hero and Mr. Herbert seized him by the hand. "You're a noble fellow!" he said, his voice quivering with emotion, "and I could almost rejoice in the misfortune which brought you to me. My son and I were drifting apart, and I can see now that it was as much my fault as his. Engrossed with the cares of bu s iness, and forgetting that he was only a boy in years, I have neglected him; yes, and I admit that I judged him by too old and too severe a standpoint of morals. You have shown me that a boy needs indulgent love; that the re is a duty to a young son no less than a son's duty to a father. Had I been more lenient and affectionate to my' boy he i:iight never have committed the errors which now plunge him in misery. Well, Harry, my brave, brainy, upright and honest boy friend, how are we to get out of our present difficulties?" "You refer to the possible result from the forgery, do you not, sir?" "Yes." "If you could regain possession of thatpiece of paper, woul
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BRAVE AND BOLD . "Well," frankly admitted Harry, "I confess that I rather like difficl11ties for the pleasure it gives me to them." He tu med to the son. Frank," he said, "do you know that the forged check is in existence?" \ "Yes, I am sure of it," replied Frank, with a sorrowful nod of his head. "When did you see it last?" "Two d
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18 BRAVE AND BOLD. "B;ow atn I to know that thefirst dealings he ever had with Harhngton Mace were wh e n the negotiations for the delivery of the bogus telegram ware pending? "I can recall now that when I made him talk by means of th>eats, he had the story very pat on hi s tongue. "If this bdy knows M a ce, he may be of use to ine. Anyway, I am going to follow him up for a tittle time." A moment later ; th_e messen g er delivered one of the envelopes at the office of a big Jewelry store, and when he came out, pas s ed a short distance away, and drew forth that little notebook once more. He m a de his entries in exactly the same mann e r tapping hi.s forehead, looking up, scratching his he ad, reflectively, and going through the usual performance of Then, as though unable to satisfactorily bring to mind some half-forgotten matter, he walked on a nd turned down a side street. A short distance down, and in a d e s e rted and qniet spot, he seemed to recall what had previou sly eluded his memdry, and paused at once to make an entry in the little book which he had still retained in his hand . ":Now,'' thought Harry, "I am interested in the contents of that book, apd I am going to have a look at it." And, having made up his mind Harry acted. He strode silently up to the unsuspicious messenger, and snatched the little book from his hands. "E, xcuse me,'1 he &aid, "but I want to borr. ow this for a ment." "Gimme that I" snorted the messenger, and without more ado, he rushed at Harry, and tried to s eize the book He was just about as tall as Harry, but not as broad-shoul dered However, he was not lacking in pluck, atid made a detet-mined attack upon our hero He tried to clutch theJ1otebook the cau s e of all the trouble Harry held it with his left hand, and placed it behind his back. As the rushed at him, he merely swung his open !mid, the nght one, and taught the boy a stingihg blow oiJ. the cheek. It staggered the messenger, and it hurt, too, but it di,d not settle him. 1 "Oh, you want to fight, do yer ?" he and squared dt at . The. latter did not want to let of the book, so, being an .ac complished boxer, he waited untilt he messeng .er struck at llim, and neatly "ducked" the blow, having been taught to use his head as well as his hands. Then he struck back with his dis.engaged hand, caught the mes senger in the n e ck, and over went the latter into the gutter. Then H arry was pro ceeding to take a g'lance at the b o ok, when the messenger, who cert a inly was both gritty and hard-headed, picked himself out of the 11utter, and rushe d at him again. "I'm a-fightin' yer still I' he cried "Well, I don't want to fight; I warit to look at thi;l book," quietly returned Harry, and changed his tp.ctics r The struck out. Harry ducked, went under the extended arm of the infuriated boy, wheeled short about, threw his right arm around the mes. senger's body in such a manner as to pin his two arms closely to his sides and thus held him. The messenger struggled madly cursed in a horrible matmet, and made all sorts of threats, but Harry held him with ease, and dexterously operled the book which he had retained in his left hand. . "Lemme go!;' feared the messenger. "Shut up and keep (jlliet," ordered Harry, "or. I'll sqt;ee;i:e the breath out of your body." :A.nd to emphasize declaratio!l he gave the messenger a hug with that powerful right arm of bu; that made him grunt. then he kept quiet. Harry l o oked at the book. _This is what he saw: "J & v. K. "Safe again s t back office wall; two windows ; iron bars; bars look shaky Back door to yard, with bolt, spring lock, and heavv bar. of wood. Shutters outside the windowSc ''il.te wood, and look old." Under this collection of Harry discovered another 611e. It read: B S & C. windows; strong bars; heavy iron shutters; side do.or looks flimsy; common lock, and bolt just about a fopt above the lock." Harry paused. What w a s he looking at? What could the entri e s mean? It came to him like a flas h He put the notebook In his pocket, and then let go hi.s hold on the messenger. Harry turned a stern eye upon him. "It looks rather su s picious to hie," he said, slowly, and making each w.ord a "to re!1d h description a saic and th e of wmdows, doors, etc. under the initials of ]. & V K., especially when. I -recall that the firm of J ohnso n & Van Kleek, on our block, were robbed by burglars mght be fore \ast; and whel'l I see the description of the office of 'B .. S & C., I recall attempt to bre!lk into the store of Browning, Simpson & C o ddmgton There 1s no doubt as to the intent of t_hese entries, and I think I sliall give the book to the police!" CHAPTER XIII. THJl. MESSENGER S CONFESSION. rhe threat struck terror to the guilty heart of the messenger boy. He paled visibly and his breath came short and quick "The p o lice? he ga s ped. "Certainly," returned Harry Hale. "ijere is enough to i;h o w me that the de s criptions ar. e made for tl:ie purpose of burglarv. Of course I don't know anything about such matters, but the polke do; and they would soon find out enough to send you to pris o n for ten years." And again he fixed a vtry accusing eye on the messenger. The latter seemed almost to wilt. A sort of shiver ran hirrt, alld then the tears began to roll down his not overclean cheeks "Don't!" he s niveled "Don' t what?" asked Harry. D o n t go to the p.olice." .. "Why .not?" , 'Tm only a boy. and i think I was doing any harm." '"You knew what use was intehded when you described the in-teri o rs o f offices and other places." .. The sniveling messenger shifted uneasily on his feet, but said nothing. ,. "For whom <;lid., you de> this?." No answer ''You d better sp. eak out." Only more tears. I "Some people can cry easily," remarked Harry, as he glanced keenly at the other. "You had better answer me, ot I'll th.e police to make you tijlk. : "Say." broke iii the thesse.nger. "Well?" "You work for He'r beit, Wainwright & Strong. I know about you, and I know. that you support your 1nothcr So do I." "Oh, I understand you," rej ciined Harry. ' Xou say that to create sympathy . Y?u, but !he s cheme will not work It true that we are ahke 111 the matter of su!)p rtmg our mothersif you tell the mine is supported by: honest labor/' The other was "Moreover, contihued 'Harry; who was m \ich more of an ob server than mosr boys of his years, "l begin to understand that you _are quite a sch emer, quite an i'-ct o r, and tbat you are playml:' a part durmg your everyday work. For the pa s t few minutes your language has been as goo<:!. as mine,' and previ o usly to that I. have always heard you talk in the slangy, unedu c a t ed style of ignorant young toughs. In your excitement apd fear you just now talked as corre ctly as you write." The other stppped suiveling, and the blood rushed to hi$ as he heard his de"ceith aid bare by 1iarrv Hale. "Now." continued our hero, "I want you to understand that I am not to be fooled by you. Furthermore, I have no more time

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 19 to waste. Y o u have got to make up your mind to talk to me or el s e t o the p o lic e." "You c ouldn' t get a policeman to arrest me; he'd laugh at y ou " I w ouldn' t try. I'd marc h you straight to the p oli ce station, three bl o cks from here, tell my story and my su spic ion s, show the note b oo k, and then let them connect the descriptions with th e' r e c e n t robberi es !" "And s upp ose I wo n t go?'' I'll m a k e y o u I'll thras h you into a state of submission first, and th e n I 'll eith e r dra g or carry you there. Come, sharp is the w o rd w i t h m e W ill you talk to me?" "Suppos e I do ?" "Then I'll protect you " W ill y ou give m e y our word that no harm shall come to me?" I ca n h a rdly do that." T h e n what w ill I gain by 'giving away' to you?" "I will n o t take any action against you if you tell me all I want to kno w "Well, I'm sati sfie d with thal" T h e n c o m e along." "Where to? " A quiet place where we can sit down and talk.i "Will anybody el s e be there?" "Yes, my empl oye r Mr. Herbert. "And supp ose he f eels like turning me over to the police?" "I will answer for him. He will be guided by me in this m atter. "One thing more,'' said the messenger. "I don't want to lose m y job if I can help it, imd yet I'll get into trouble if I stay away to o l ong." I can arrange that," returned ready-witted Harry Hale. "I will go with you to your office, tell the manager that we've got s ome work to do th a t requires/ a boy of your size to do well, and hire your services for an hour or two. Mr. Herbert will pay the cost." "That's a good idea. Come along." And away strode the m11ssenger at a quick pace. Harry halted him. "No treachery!" he warningly said. "I can sprint as well as fight, and s o I warn you not to come any-nonsense." "Oh, I mean fair,'' said the messenger boy, in what .sounded like truthful accents "I'll not be sorry if this matter gives me show to lead a better life Harry look e d at him as they went along together, and he could not h e lp feeling that the messenger seemed much more relieved than alarmed. Studying the boy's countenance well ourhero came t'o the con clu s i o n that there was much that was good Jn him, and he m a de up his m ind there and then to help the lad along i f he' deserved it. Jn a few' minutes they' reached the telegrapq office, a:nd 'the me s s enge r went in first and gave in his book. Then, according to the plan, Harry went in and engaged him. This little cheme the la? for the hour or two. Harry conducted him straight to the real estate office, and found Mr. H erbert standing at the door. A few words m a de Mr. Herbert understand v;hat Harry wanted, and acting under a s ugg es tion from th e latter, Mr. H e rbert -placed his skilled shorthand writer behi ,nd the screen to take notes. T h e n he beckoned to our hero that everything was all right, and H arrr let the me s s enger into the private offica .. "What 1s your name?" was Harry Hale's first "Tom Oyne,'' was the reply : "The n, Tom, take a scat and make yourself comfortable," kindly s aid Harry. And he gave the boy an encouraging pat on the back that seemed to do him good, adding: "You've only got to 'answer' questions truthfu11y, a,nd not only: e s c ap e punishment, but perhaps m ake friends. "I nope so sir,' retume d Tom, and looked up at Harry as though the latter were a man. Harry took advantage of the seeming impression he had made, and started in at once : "Do you know Mace?" "Y es." "How long?'"' ,l. "A year. the story yop me about the was a l "No, it was the truth. Mace put up the whole job, and even m a de me do that little bit of skin' business with the other boy. "As a blind?" "Yes, so he shouldn't suspect I knew Mace "I see What did he want that bogus tel egram delivered for?" "I don t know, but I suppo s e it was part of one of his jobs. Mr. Herbert heard this, and breathed a sigh of relief, for it m a de it po s sible that his son's connection with the attempted r o bbery of the safe was unknown, except to the persons we have mentioned. ''Now, continued Harry, "I want another truthful answer. Are you an accomplice of Harlington Mace, or are you a victim?" I am a victim," earnestly replied Tom Clyne-so earnestly, and with so much feeling that Harry' and Mr. Herbereboth be lieved him. "I have never been a very good boy, and in jobs that I have had I 'knocked down' money to spend for theatres and other pleasures, but I do not want to be a criminal. Just listen to this: Less than a year ago I was an ordinary, careless, good-fornothing boy "I had met Mace a few times, and I suppose he thought I was bright enough for him to use in his line of work. "He put up a job on me. One d a y when I was standing in a. crowd watching a parade, I was seized by a policeman, who thrust on e hand into my pocket, drew forth a p o cketbook that h'.ld been placed there without my knowledge, and held it up to view. "That's it; that's mine!" shouted a young man by his side, and away I wa-s dragged to the police station, accusell of pocketpicking. "I cried like a baby, for I could see that the qse was a bad. one according to appearances; and I had no friends to stick up for me. While I was crj'ing in my cell at the police station in comes Harlington Mace. "He pretended to be sorry for me, said he'd stick to and agreed to buy off the young man not to appear against me that afternoon in the police court, provided I would go to work for him at easy, safe work and good wages "I agreed to this, and th e n he told me that if I went back on him in any way he would have the young man cause my rearrest on the old charge and send me to jail. Nobody appeared against me at the police court, and a lawyer engaged by Mace made the judge believe that there waa a mistake in the matter, and I was discharged. "V\'/ithin a week I found out that the youn$' man was a pal of Mace, ,arni then I saw that I had been the victim of a job, but the fear of 1 State'.s prison was on me, and I did not dare rebel. From then until now I have. been the victim of that scheme, and have obtained the information needed by Mace for his crimes I" CHAPTER XIV. B!UNGING A BULLY TO TERMS. All this Tom Clyne poured forth with the rapid, impassioned utterance of one who feels a sense of relief frqm makini certain matters known. Mr. Herbert and Harry had listened to him with the most breathless attention, and the slight scratching of a pencil over pap e r ftc;im behind the Japanese s creen made it kn o wn that the recital was also heard by the stenographer concealed there. "Well, Tom, you are making a clean breast of it," s poke u p Mr. Herbert, "and as the first reward for your confession I can tell you that you need not fear the rearrest Mace threatened you with. That matter is ended, and you need fear nothing further from it." "Oh, I'm so glad of that. I thought he could have me up again at any time f'Now tell us what your work has been,'' here put in Harry, "First, I was s ent in t o offic e s to get e s timates, or information, or anytHing that would k e ep me there a few minutes, so I could lo o k at the fastenings of doors and windows; but later on; Mace gave me a very good refer e n c e in writing, and I got work in the messenger offic e on his order. Right in the neighborhood I might enter one office ten time s in a week, and so I'd be able to get a perfect descripti o n for him." Y o u know what u s e was made of the information you wrote down?" "I didn't know but I supposed they were used for burglaries." "And Mace pays you a salary for this work?"

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20 BRAVE AND BOLD. 1Yes, five dollars a week." "In addition to your salary as a messenger boy?" "Yes." "Well, go on." "I haven't any more to tell. I'll answer any question you put to me, but I've told you all I know." "Don't you know, of your personal knowledge, of any burg-laries that Harlington Mace has committed?" asked Mr. Herbert. "No; I do not." Mr. Herbert looked at Harry. "What next?" be asked. "I woul<;I advise that copies be made on the typewriter of this confession," said Harry, "and sworn to by Clyne before a nptary. Then I can make a certain use of the confession." He took Mr. Herbert aside and explained to him that he would Tead the confession to Harlington Mace, and threaten him with exposure and arrest unless he gave up the forged check. This plan was agreed to, and copies were at once made. With one of these properly witnessed and sworn to, Harry Hale felt that he \YOuld possess a very effective weapon. While the copies were being made, Frank Herbert arrived at the office, and when Harry made known to him what had taken place, the you11g fellow's eyes sparkled with hope. "That is encouraging," he said. "I think you will be able to him to terms. Oh, Harry, if l can only be free once more,'' "Hush! dont Jet people hear you. When will l find acr: at home?'' "From now until two or three hours from now. He sleeps late." "Then I'll go there as soon as I can have my sworn of the confession.'' "Alone?" Harry Hale laughed. "Why, Frank, do you thlnk I fear him?" "):ll'o, not him alone, but he has pals, and they might knock you on the head "Murder me?" "Yes.' 1Why should they? They must know that I am i:iot' acting for myself." "That's trtM? enough, but Mace is smart enough to recognize that you are the brains of the movement him, and may think to make himself safe by getting you out of his way.1' "I'm not afraid." ' "Better take a pistol." "Never carried one in my life, and I don't think I want to be gin to do so,'' quietl;Y Harry. Hale. "Anyhow, l expect to need force m this matter, wl11ch should be accomplished by skill and nerve." Half an hour later on, a sworn copy of Clyne's c'bnfession was placed in Harry's hands, and away he went to Mace's home. To be sure there was a little fluttering at his h eart when he rang the bell, hut it could rtat be said that he afraid. ln fact, to tell the exact ti:uth, he fe,lt roore of that sense o{ pleasant excitement which seizes uporr some while hunt, mg a.nd battk to big an<;! dangerous game, The door w
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 21 he jotted down the descriptions that enabled you to burglariously enter several places of business." "Do you suppose the police would believe such a yarn, told by a boy who had been arrested for picking pockets?" "Yes, when the initials of the places described correspond with the initials of the firms who have lately been robbed." Mace was silent for a moment. "If I give you what you ask for, does that end the matter?" he asked. "Certainly." One minute more he reflected, and then his mind seemed made up. It's a go," he said. "You 'll zive me the forged check?" "Yes . I suppose Frank is playing the tearful, penitent dodge now?" "He is sincerely penitent, and resolved to lead a good life," sternly said Harry. "He will have my help in the matter. I shall try to keep him upright and honest, as I am myself, and I'll make it interesting for anybody who tries to balk or hinder my good work." And he looked the rascal meaningly in the eyes while speaking "Oh, don't worry yourself about me," the other rejoined, drawing forth a large wallet from an interior pocket, "because I'm done with him." He opened the wallet, drew forth a number of papers, sorted them over carefully, and selected one from among them. "There you are," he said and handed it over to Har,ry, who felt his fingers thrill as he clutched it. Our hero looked at it, saw that it answered the description given by Frank Herbert, and put it carefully away in his pocket. "That's all, I suppose?" inquiringly said Mace. "That's all, except to remember that Frank Herbert's moral welfare is in my charge," significantly returned Harry. ''I'll not bother you "I hope not. Good-morning." "Good-morning." And away went Harry Hale, feeling j 1st as proud as a pea cock. "This makes Frank Herbert free," he said to himself, as he strode rapidly along, "and will make a happy family of the Herberts. I did not expect to accomplish the result in such a short time How Gussie will beam with happiness when she knows this." And he felt a queer tingling sensation travel through his veins at the thought of Gussie's smiling face. In fact, he was so preoccupied that he hardly took any notice of his surroundings, and in this absorbed frame of mind turned from a side street into :Broadway, and proceeded toward the real office. Here the walking crowds of that busy thoroughfare compelled him to look up, and as he did so, he caught sight of a man run ning toward him. dodging in and out among the crowd, and shouting out loudly: "There he is! Stop him! Stop the man with the scar!" This made Harry understand the man was rtot running at him, but at somebody behind him and near him. Obeying a natural impulse, he was about to turn around, when he was violently jostled by somebody unseen. The force with which somebody had fallen against him sent Harry full and plump against the man who was shouting. The man clutched him to save himself from falling. He, was and finding himself going down 1 he tried to ltft himself up by his on Ha.rry. As frequently happens under such circumstances, they both fell together in a rather confused heap. . Harry, 11pwever, fell qn top, ai;1d was not a injun:d, The man beneath hlin was sent to the !lard s1c)ewall with great force, and the back of his head coming i11 contact with the hard stone, rendered him unconscious. picked himself up, but the man lay where he had fallen. "He's dead!" "No, only stunned." "Send for an ambulance." "No, carry him into the store." "Say, young fellow, look out for your friend.''. These and a dozen were shot at }Ta1,Jy in hall a minute, while he was rubl]ing ... "He's nothing to me," spoke up Harry; "but he is hurt, and in need of assistance, and I'll help him." He looked about him, and saw a drug store only a few feet away from where the mishap had taken place. A bystander took the heels of the unconscious man, Harry seized him by the shoulders, and together they carried him into the drug store The druggist was quickly informed as to the nature of the trouble, and with the application of very simple remedies, man aged to revive the man. The l atter, a well-dressed man, of middle age, who had the ap pearance of a prosperous merchant, looked around him in a dazed manner cin opening his eyes. "Where is he?" he asked. "Here's the young fellow you collided with," said the friendly bystander. "No, no; I mean the thief." "What thief?" "The man I was running for; the man with the scar?" "I'm sure I don't know. I see you're doing all right, so I'll go.'' and the friendly gentleman walked off. "How do you feel sir?" asked Harry. "Dizzy and sore." was the reply. "I ran into you, didn't I?" "Hardly. I rather think that somebody gave me a push and shoved me into you "Very likely. I was so excited that I hardly know what hap pened. However, I do know that I saw that thief right behind you, and not more than ten feet away. I lost my head, foolishly, and raised an outcry when silence would have served me best. Had I followed the villain quietly and pointed him out to the firs t policeman I met he would now be in custody. Ohl how my head hurts." "A few hours rest in bed is just the thing to restore you," here put in the druggist. I would advise [ou to go home." "I am willing to assist you home i you will permit me," v61-unteered Harry. "Thank you, I will accept your aid. My name is Drayton, and I come from Providence. I am stopping at a botel near by." "Lean on my arm, Mr. Drayton," advised Harry, and he walked away with the man, who was stiJl dizzy and uncertain. "Ah the fresh air makes me feel a great deal better," he said, but still he leaned heavily on Harry's arm. "How foolish I was to make an outcry. But when I saw the villain who had not only robbed, but had assaulted me in the most murderous manner, I forgot everything but my wrongs. Why, that man came very near to killing me!" "In order to rob you?" my boy." "No; in Providence. I am the senior member of the jewelry firm of Drayton & Fogg, of that "And how Jong ago was this?" "Two years ago last winter." "Rather a long time to rem ember the face of a thief who ""as seen. I suppose, but a few minutes.'' "Oh: I could only hi
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22 BRA VE AND BOLD. Harry Hale listened intently, trying to engrave every word on his memory. Twenty minutes later he left Mr. Drayton, after promising to call upon him again, and with wrinkles in his young foreheadso intently was he thinking-walked slowly away to the real estate office. The first person he saw was Frank Herbert, who, consumed with anxiety, was hanging around the doorway. "Well?" he whispered, eagerly. "Success!" replied Harry, with pardonable pride. "You've got it?" "Yes." "Show it to me." "Is your father in private office?" "Yes." "Then comtin there, and we'll first examine the precious docu ment, and then destroy it in the flame of the gas jet." Into the private office they went, closed the door, and then Harry drew forth the check and placed it before the eager father and son. "There it is said Harry "and I think--" A sudden c;y, almost a s1cream, broke in upon his words. CHAPTER XVI. "HARRY, HE HAS FOOLED YOU!" Startled and surprised by the unexpected interruption, Harry and Mr. Herbert looked quickly at Frank, who, in the intensity of his feelings, had almost shrieked out. They saw his face white and convulsed, and there was a sort of terror in his eyes as he looked at them. "Father," he almost whispered, "this man does not mean to release me. He has got a hold on me, and does not mean to give it up." "Frank, what do you mean?" ''I mean that this is not the check I forged, but one signed by himself." "Do you mean that?" demanded Harry. "Yes, I do," sadly returned Frank. "Harry, he has fooled you!" A wrathful expression crept across Harry Hale's face. "I'm not done with him yet," he grimly returned, and for the moment he felt rather glad that Harlington Mace had compelled him to use force. If he had stood before Harry Hale just at that minute, Mace mi?,ht not have escaped with whole bones. Frank, are you sure?" he a sked. "Sure," was the reply. "I suppose you looked at the check, found the amo4nt, the date, the two different writings of the secretary and the signer, and was convinced that it was all right?" "Exactly," returned Harry. "Tell us what took place," requested Mr. Herbert, and Harry gave them a brief but clear recital of his mental and physical en-counter with Mace. "This shows us that we have a shrewd, brainly rascal to deal with," said Mr. Herbert. "It seems that he expected that a demand would be made upon him for the forged check, and prepared himself to meet the request by getting this one ready. It is probable that he reasoned that either you or I would come to him with a threat to sacrifice the boy's chances by his, Mace's, arrest for the attempted burglary in thi5 office." "And," bitterly broke in Frank Herbert, "I say to do just that. Let me take the risk of whatever it is possible for that villain o do to me, but don't let him escape" "Oh, no, we're not going to sacrifice you," said,Harry. "I've been fooled by the rascal, I will admit, and very cleverly, too, but I'll make a fool of him yet. Inasmuch as he might understand that a determined person would return to the charge, I cannot see much sense in what he has done." "There was a chance that Frank would not even see the check," suggested Mr. Herbert. "I am much inclined to think that, had Frank not been here, I should have been fooled as you were, and would have destroy e d the check after inspecting it." "Then he probably counte d upon the chance of that happening.'' So I think. Additionally, it enabled him to retain possession of the proof of Frank's crime for the present, with what purpose or view we do not know." ' \\.ell, I shall ;iO to him again. and make the same demand. and threaten him as before with Clyne's confession," said Harry. "This time, however, I'll make a sure thing of getting the right piece of paper, for I'll take Frank along to identify it." "I'll go with you," said Frank, "and if he refuses I'll tak,e the villain by the throat and hang on to him until--" "That will do, Frank," said Harry. "This game is not to be won by force, as my own experience shows. Brains, nerve, skill -these are the winning cards for us. Suppose we go right up there now?" "You must be hungry. "My appetite can wait." "Then I'll go with you.'? "Remember, Frank, I do the talking." "V cry well. Suppose it comes to fighting?" "Then you can take a hand if you deem it necessary" replied Harry. "Are we really to find others at Mace's house ?1 "Yes. I have seen as many as half a dozen of his pals there. At least, I thought they were." "Do you mean burglars?" "I mean his pals in the different crimes and plans he commits." "Is he the leader ?" "I think so." "But you don't really know?" "I do not. He never let me know anything about his business. He made me go on 'rackets' with him, led me into all sorts of dissipation, made me believe I was an injured hero, and led me up to the point where I entered into the scheme to plunder my father. ,, So they talked until they arrived at Harlington Mace's residen c e, and Harry rang the bell. The same servant answered the summons' "Mr. Mace in?" "No ; he went out right after you," was the very open state ment, "and he hasn't come in again." Harry glanceci sharply at the girl, and could see that the reply was honest. He thanked her, and walked down the steps with Frank. "That girl spoke the truth," he said. "She had no instructions from Mace and gave a straight "So I think," rejoined Frank. "Then there is not much chance of catching Mace to-day r "I should think not." "I don't feel like waiting until to-morrow for an interview with him." "Well," said Frank, thoughtfully, "it be possible to ruit across him at some of his favorite haunts.' "When?" "This evening." "Good! Do you know several places which he frequents in the evening?" "Yes; I've been there with him, and I don't think you would care to enter such places as I have in mind." "Why not?" "They arc not respectable." "Frank," quietly returned Harry Hale, "I shall not go into any of the places you speak of in quest of amusement, but to find a villain, to overcome him, to secure peace and happiness for your distressed father and sister, and with such a purpose in view, I would not hesitate to enter the most immoral 'dive' in the city of New York." "You're right, Harry, and I'll ia no more. We can do noth in?. then, until evening." 'So it seems." "Suppose we send a telephone message to my father, to relieve his anxiety, and then you go home with me to lunch r "Very well," assented Harry, and awar they went. Now, if Harry had been suspicious o any such matter as personal danger to himself, he would have noticed that for the past two hours, while visible, he had been kept under surveillahce. From the time he had left Mace's house in the morning, bearing with him the supposed forged check, his movements had been noted by..a man of ordinary appearance. This man had left Mace's residence within two minutes after Harry's departure, had soon c:Ome up within a hundred yards of our hero, and since that time had kept him in view when he was on the street. f So, now, the man followed leisurely along on the other side bf the way, and n e i ther om ; of the boys ever au1pected that ho was watching th.:ir movement.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. They telephoned to Mr. Herbert, and then went to Franlt's home for lunch. There they we-re waited upon by Gussie, who wanted to heap three times more upon Harry's plate than he could possibly eat, and gave him so much attention, :tnd asked so many questions, <1-nd seemed so pleased with the confident answers she got, that Harry was quite bewildered, and could hardly have told what he had eaten when the meal was fi:;ished. Beyond all question, he was a hero in the girl's eyes, and more than once Harry surprised her sly glances of admiration, and blushed as furiously as she did. It was growing late in the afternoon when he and Frank left the house-, intending to go down to the real estate office. The man who had been watching them was lounging behind the screening bulk of a big tree on the other side of the way. Near him, spinning a top, was a boy of not more than ten. The man waited until he saw the direction taken by Frank and lT arry, and then he called to the little boy. The latter picked up his top, ran to him, got a hasty message, and then ran fleetly down the street. He passed Harry and Frank, turned a corner, halted, put his fingers in his mouth, and let out three shrill whistles that could be heard two blocks away. Within three seconds after the vibrations of the whistles had died away, two hard-featured and very tough-looking young men appeared around the next comer, and the little boy ran up to them. "Here he comes, an' anudder feller's wid 'im," he said. "De bloke for youse fellers is de one wid de white dicer." And away ran the little urchin who had played his wicked part so innocently. An instant later' Harry and Frank, talking very earnestly, came to the corner. "There he is," cried one of the tough young men. "Which one?" cried the other. "De one in de straw hat. He's de feller what insulted yer sister." "Den I'll break his face f" roared the other, and as Harry Hale, surprised and startled, glanced up from the ground, he >aw the toughest of the two tough-looking young men rushing at him with clinched fists. CHAPTER XVII. THE AUSTRALIAN "WHIRL." Harry Hale had heard the words of the hasty conversation between the tough young men, and when he saw himself threat ened with attack, he fathomed the secret of the matter at once. It went through his mind like a flash that this was what is com monly termed a "put-up job." Now, Harry wa> not a fighter. He could defend himself if necessary, and, for that matter, would have assumed the offensive in order to get out of an un pleasant situation; but fighting he looked upon as low and vulgar, the argument of brute force, and therefore repugnant to a boy who was by nature a gentleman. Above all, he did not want to be mixed up in a disgraceful street brawl, and therefore made a swift turn that carried him out of the line of his opponent's rush. Carried on by the impetus of his attack, the other shot past Harry before he could stop. "Hold on!" There was such a tone of command in our hero's voice that the brutal-looking assailant halted as he was about to renew his rush, and his who stood ready to tackle Ftank Her bert, also pal1sed irresolutely. "What for?" roared the first tough. "Because you're making a mistake. I don't know yonr sister, and have not insulted anybody's sister. The whole amount of it is that this is a 'job' which you've been hired to do. T'm not a loafer, and I don't want to fight, so go about your business and save further trouble." "That's as much as ter say dat I'm a loafer, is it?" roared the other. "I didn't say so." "But yer meant it.'" "You had better go about your business." "Not till I mash yer face," was the brutal rejoinder, and again he rushed at Harry Hale. I His first style of attack and the manner in which he held his hands informed Harry that he had to do with one who was prob ably a professional boxer, and he made up his mind that if he was to get clear of this SCI'ape the battle must needs be short and sharp. Only a few weeks before he had learned from his boxing teacher a celebrated blow used in Australia, and variously called the "pivot" and the "whirl." It was hardly to be considered a fair blow, and in his friendly boxing bouts at athletic exhibitions Harry would not use it, but now he considered the use of almost any means of defense justifiable. The tough young man struck at him quickly and heavily. Harry blocked the blow with his left, raised his right arm so that the elbow was extended rigidly on 'a line with his chin, the hand being turned in toward the and then wheeled, as though on a pivot, turning like a flash to the right. As he completed the swift circle, the point of his extended elbow came in contact with the tough young man's face. The effect was astonishing. It knocked him completely off his feet, and down he went. His head struck the hard pavement with a crash, and there he lay. Harry looked for the other one. Obeying that barbarous instinct, that love of brutal contests and admiration of feats of strength and skill which seems im planted very generally in human beings, both Frank and the second tough young man had stood motionless, watching Harry and his opponent. When the latter fell, and did not get up again, his crony ran to him. "Thunder I he's knocked out," was the comment the second tough made, as he bent over his friend and tried to rouse him. Harry's blood was up now, and he turned to him with a flash in his eyes. "You a sister who's been insulted by me, have you?" he asked. "No." "And you don't want to take up your friend's quarrel, either?" "I'm not looking for hard jobs," was the reply, and he stole a glance of admiration at Harry's well-knit form. Three or four persons had run to the spot by this time, two or three trucks had stopped, and now a policeman came upon the scene. "What's the trouble here?" he asked, and then he caught sight of Harry, and cried : "Why, how are you, young Mr. Hale?" Harry looked up, and recognized the very policeman who had assisteq him in tl)e capture of the confidence man, Nosey Green. "How do you do, officer?" he responded. fight here?" "No. I was attacked, and defended myself; was all. Do you know these genteel SJJecimens of humanity?" And he pointed to hi!> vanquished foe, who was now getting upon his feet, with the aid of his companion. The policeman looked hard a,t them. "Yi;!S, I know them both. One is 'Mug' Slater and the other is 'Corker; Blake. They are prize-fighters, toughs and general hard cHaracters. The one you knocked down is 'Corker' Blake." "Has he a sister?" "No." "That's what I thought." "Do you want him arrested?" "No; I haveq't time to bother with him," said Harry. "Goodday." "Good-day, Hale." And away weat Harry and Frank. "Well, well," said Harry, "what do you think of this, Frank? .That man Mace has thought it worth his while to hire profes sional bullies and fill:hters to pick a quarrel with me and pummel me in the street. 1 he programme probably was tp have the two of them punch and kick me into a state of insensibility, and I should probably have been carried in an ambulance to the hos pital, more dead than alive. The fact that you were with me effect of altering the plan, and I had but one to deal \nth. "Well, he'll not be in a hurry to tackle you again," purst out Frank. "Why, Harry, that was a terrible blow." "Yes, and it was a fair enough one to use in such a case. Frank, I must be on the lookout for danger." Acting upon the impulse caused by his own words, Harry med short about and stood still.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. The man who had been following him for some hours was about half a block away, and when Harry came to that sudden halt he slipped quickly behind a large telegraph pole, but not so quickly as to escape Harry's eyes. "What's the matter?" inquired Frank. "Wait. Walk on." And Harry walked on for nearly half a block, then halted and wheeled again. He saw the same man at about the same distance, and the fellow now turned into the front yard of a house, as though in tending to enter a basement door, and passed from view. Then on went Harry again for a short di sta nce, turned, saw the same man again, and at once started back toward him at ll brisk pace "Come on Frank," he said. \.Ve'll ask this fellow why he's following us." But he didn't get the ch ce. The man saw the athletic c o nqueror of "Corker" Blake comin g swiftly toward him, and like a flash he turned short about and took to his heels, running as a man only can run when he is animated by fear. Harry did not pursue him. "It shows plainly enough that we are being followed," he said. "Not we but you," said Frank. "It is easy enough to und e r-stand the whole matter, I think. Mace recognizes the true con dition of affairs. HP sees that father is looking to you to straighten out the tangle, and he naturally thinks that if he c:in get you out of the way by any means, either by scaring or injuring you, he will not have much to fear. And he is right too, for if he gets rid of you, who will carry out this battle which you say is one of brains and skill? My father would either los"" ;::11 control of himself and engage Mace in a personal combat, which would result in the death of either one, or else he would break down. In either event, what would be accomplished?" ''Well, for the sake of the work which has been put into my hands, I will be extra careful,'.' said Harry. "Up to the orescnt time I have gone along without a thought of danger, but now I shall be constantly on guard." "Better carry a weapon," suggested Frank. Harry shook his head. "Can't take to the idea," he returned. "I say again that this task is not one which calls for force and arms." "But you've had to use your fists on two separate occasions." "For defense only." "The need may arise again." "Then 1'shall defend myself again. The thought of a weapon makes me shudder, for if I should happen to take a human b e ing's life, I don't think I should ever get over feeling remorse. No, Frank, I shall carry out this battle on my plan, and trust to the use of the same tactics which have so far aided me." "I don't see why you should be more particular than your enemy,'' said Frank. "Harlington Mace is evidently employing some pretty rough and unscrupulous people to di sable you and remove you temporarily from his path, and clever as you are with your fists, you might make a better use of a cfub. In fact, I think it quite a shame that a genteel boxer liJ
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BRAVE AND BOLD. said. "We think that Mace will succeed in disabling you in some manner, and t hen will come to father and offer him a compromise upp n terms tha t w ill n e arly b egga r him ." 'It will never com e to that," r e as s uringly returned Harry. "I may find my man to-ni ght, and if not, I shall make a call upon him bright and early in the morning." "Yo u will again threaten him with Tom Clyne's confession?" "Y es. "And suppose l;ie still stands out and tells you to do your worst?" "Then, triumphantly returne d Harry, "I have another string to my bow "Wha t is that?" "I prefer to keep it secret for the present. If we call upon Mace to-morrow, you will be with me, and will learn what it is " You mean that you have another threat to menace him with?" "Y es." "And as strong a one as the messenger boy's confession?" "A much stronger one "Good!" They st r o lled up Sixth Avenue and into one of the numerous div e s w hich go by the names of concert halls, conc ert gardens, Alhambra courts, and various other de s ignations, none of which would properly descr i be the true character of the vile places. H arry H a le upright and honest, a gentleman by nature, felt nothing but disgust as he viewed his surroundings. The o dors of liquor and cigarettes were in the air, the place resounded with the shrill notes of a painted woman who was shrieking forth a from a low and scores of men and women sat at tables drinking and talkmg. Ac c ustomed to refinement, to the healthful, moral atmo s phere of a Chri s tian home, H arry almost felt sick. Still he was h e re with a purpose-an end that justified the means however distasteful-so he s hook off the feeling of disgust and abh o rrence which clung to h im. Keenl y and carefully h e and Frank looked over the gay assembla ge, but saw nothing of M ace Out they went, and half a block distant entered a similar resort. Just as they went in _a dis s ip:l:ted-looking man with a big cigar in his mouth caught s1$"ht of them. "Hello, Frank!" he cried. Herbert turned, and recognized a frequenter "of the garden whom he h a d m et when in c o mpany w ith M a ce. T he meetin g 1rav e h i m an idea. "Hello Fred,''f he pl e a s an t ly returned Been here long?" "Half an h our. " S e en Mace?" "Yes." I s he inside?" "He was but he went away not more than ten minutes ago." "Where to? "That' s m ore than I know ; but he's coming back, for I heard him say so t o s ome one he w as t alking to." Did he s ay w hen he'd be back?" No but i t s n ot like ly that he'll be very long if he told any one wa s goin g to return." Herbert turne d to his companion. W e h a d bette r wai t, he suggested. Certainly," assented Harry. "Have a drink?" asked the young man called Fred. I d o n t care if I do," very naturally returned 'Frank Herbert. "Mr. M on tgo m ery, this is my friend, Mr. Hale." Harry bowed The n he seiz e d Frank by the arm. "No strong drinks," he whi s pered ,: ''Here are sea t s for us," spoke up Montgomery, sitting down at a table which had just been abandoned, and all three s a t down. "What are you drinking? I'm going to have that favorite drink of yours, Frank-a whiskey sour." "Well, I've quit for a time," said Frank, "so I'll take a ginger ale." "Aha! turned temperance, eh?" i Y es, rather s heepishly reforned Frank, for he was not the kind to stand very well. . . "He h a s promi s ed 111s fa ther to drink no more strong liquor, and he will keep his word," here put in Harry, quietly but firmly. "No friend of his will tempt him to break his promise." "Oh, have your own sweet way about it," gayly rewmed Mont gomery. "Sing out your order." Just for the sake of ordering someth i ng, our hero called a glass of soda-water Just as he gave the order, a man walked through the folding summer doors of the garden, caught sight of the three, and quickly dodged back beyond the doors again. Parting them slightly, he caught the eye of a man seated near Harry Hale, and beckoned fiim to come to him The first man was Harlington Mace. CHAPTER XIX. HA!UlY GETS HIS FACE SLAPPED. The man to whom Harlington Mace had beckoned was one o f the type usually found in such re s orts, a ruined "sport," flashily dressed, and stamped with the undeniable marks of dissipation. He was a "hanger-on" in the garden He came out to Mace at once. "Hello, Mace!" he said. "Good-evening. You look dry, "I am. Haven't had but two drinks so far this evening,'' mut-tered the broken-down "sport." "Well, here's enough to buy several drinks." And he held out a five-dollar bill, which Pete eagerly flutched. "What am I to do for it?" he asked, divining, with the shrewdness of his class, that the money prep a id a required service. "Look, said Mace slightly parting the s winging doors, and pointing to the table where Harry sat, "do you see that table where the three young fellows are sitting?" "Yes." "I want you to put up a job on the one on the left." T he broads houldered one?" "That's right." "What d o you want?" "I want him punched kicked and thrown out." "I can ha v e it done for you," coolly said the man. ''But say, Mace." "What?" "He looks like a tough boy to hand "Well, he is; but after all, he's only a boy, something like six teen y e ars old, I think, and your friend, the bouncer, ought to eat h i m without pepper and salt," Oh Billy can whip him. "Of course h e can. Thi s boy will show fight, and that will give Billy the ri ght to do him up for the hospital." I'll see that he does," asserted Pete. "ls that all?" "Tha t's all." "Then watch me work it. And away he went to carry out his part of the villainous scheme which Harlington Mace had hastily c once iv e d on catching sight of Harry Hale and which was designed to pl ace our h ero in a battered and dam a ged c o nditi o n under a doctor s c a re. Stra ight to the table where Harry sat w a lked the man called Pete. He s eized a chair that was vacant near at hand, placed it alongside Harry, and sat down. "Good-evening he said, and slapped him familiarly on the back. Harry looked at h m with both surprise and disgust, and moved his chair away just as far as he could. "I don't know you he said M ontgo mery laughed outright, and Frank looked embarrassed. "Oh, I 'll introduce myself," gayly returned the man. "My name is Pete." "I have no wish -fo' know you," quietly replied Harry. "Don't be so cranky," said Pete. "Arc you going to treat?" "Treat you?" "Yes." "No I'm not." "May b e I'm not good enou g h for you to drink with?" said Pete, getting genuinely an gry at H a rry's cool and disdainful manner,. and beginning to color up. "I d on't know anything about your goodness, so that isn't the reason, calmly returned the boy. "I wish you would go awa7 and not rnterfere with me "Oho! how high and mighty you talk for a boy,'' sneered Pete, and his voice went up with every word until it almost reached ii I

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BRAVE AND BOLD. shriek. "You've got a dirty, insulting tongue, and it's easy to see that you don't know how to speak to a gentleman. I've got money of my own, and I don't need to ask you for your mean, grudging drink, but--" "Here! here!" in an authoritative voice, and a hardfeatured, burly-looking man rushed up to the spot. "What's all this rumpus about?" It was the "bouncer" of the garden, the hired bully who undertakes to maintain order in such vile places. Pete jumped up, excitedly. Harry sat there. His companions, much more concerned than he was at the turn affairs had taken, had half arisen from their seats, and their faces expressed apprehension. "What's up?" again asked the "bouncer." "That young fellow insulted me," declared the man, pointing to Harry. "He's treating me like a loafer." ''What, that boy?" cried the "bouncer," looking at Harry in a little surprise. "Maybe he didn't mean anything by it, and he'll apologize. Say, young fellow, apologize to this gentleman." "What for?" asked Harry. "He says you insulted him." "And I say I didn't." "You said I wasn't good enough for you to drink with,'' falsely asserted Pete. "When you say that you are uttering a deliberate lie," said Harry. "Here, that'll do, young fellow!" broke in the "bouncer," glar ing angrily at Harry. "It's easy to see that you're cheeky, and you've got to come down a peg." ''I'll tell the truth," said upright and honest Harry Hale, "and nobody shall make me say what is not true. I've insulted ilo body, and I'll apologize to nobody." "Oh, you only want that wagging jaw of yours sl'apped,'' -con temptuously remarked the other, and with that he swuiJg his open harld and strnck Harry a heavy blow on the cheek that knocked him bodily frorr. the chair, and sent him spn\wling to the floor. In an instant he was on his feet. }le was a glacliator by nature, and at that moment every drop of honest blood in his body was fairly boiling with fiery indig nation. He fairly leaped at the "bouncer," his eyes flashing, his cheeks aflame .. The big bully who had struck him was not prepared for re sistance on the part of a mere boy, but as Harry leaped toward him, he instinctively lifted his hands 1and presented a guard. With all his natural force, and with au that unnatural fo" rce which arises from indignation and anger, clever Harry Hale struck out with his clinched right hand. The "bouncer's" guard did not save him from the well-directed blow. It landed upon the point of the chin : a most stunning and con fusing place to deli ver a blow, and the ''bouncer" threw up his hands andfell sheer backward to the floor, while over him, with furiously blazing eyes, stood the thoroughly aroused boy, ready to another blow if needed. l But the prostrate man didn't get up. Be had been rendered unconscious by the well-directed blow, and lay upon the floor without a sign of life. Montgomery stared in wonder at the powerful boy who ha
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BRAVE AND BOLD. o'clock this moming, and as I've not taken my eyes off the house, I'm sure he's there now. "Did you see anyb ody else go in?" "No, nor o nt. I'm in c lin e d to think that he is quite alone." "All the better. It' s earl y yet, so y ou ge t your bre a k fa s t and I'll s t and g u a rd. Whe n y ou c o m e b ack, w e' li m a ke our ca li." In an hour Frank came b a ck and th e n t he two lad s walked stra i ght to Mace's hou s e, anti Harry rang the bell. T h e same sena n t r es pond ed. "Oh, y ou w ant t o see Mr. Mace?" she said recogni zing Harry at once. "He's out." You d on't m ean that he's out," ple a santly s a id H a rry, putting his foot forward so that the girl c o uld not close the door; "you mean that he told you to say tha t he was not at home if anybody call e d.'' The girl l oo ked rather astonished, and was, evidently, at a loss what to say. With a confid ent smile ; Harry push e d his way into the hallway, and Frank Herbert foll o wed h i m. "He's not at home to strangers," glibly continued our hero, "but h e' s a lways willing to see old friends, isn't he, Frank?" "Certa inly res ponded Frank. "I've be e n here earlie r than this, and he has n ever r e fus e d to see me." The girl lo oked rather b e wild e r e d by all this cool talk, and stoo d there, twisting her apron strings in irresolution. Just at that moment hasty ste ps were h eard inside the hall above, and a voice called: "Mary!" Yes sir," responded the servant. \iVhat's all th a t talking about?" Harry Hale sp oke up : "Only a couple of visitors to see you on a little matter of busin es s Mr. Mace, h e said, for he had recognized the voice fro m abOYe. S o me thing like an imprecation float e d down the stairs, and the n M a ce's scowling face was seen over the balusters. "Oh, you're here a g ain, are you?" q1e cried, his eyes resting on Harry's face Yes," was the firm response. "I am here again, 11r. Mace, having surv i v ed the planned and paid-for a ssault of last night in the street, and that of a 'bouncer' in a vile c oncert garde n. Moreover, my mother is alive and w e ll, despite the d astardly attempt to drive h e r insane or stretch her on a bed of sickness, by lying to her about my accidental death. I am here in spite of all these matters whi ch I have reh ears ed and I want you to understand that re calling them does not put me in the condition of mind that will put up with trifling." "I don't kno w what all thi s long rigmarole has to do with me," retu rn e d Mace, descending the stairs; "but I'll come down and talk with you." Harry threw op e n the door of the p;1rlor, in which he ha.d held his former interview with Mace. 'Shall we go in here?" he asked. "Certa inly," re,,.ponde d Mace. He was all now. Frank nudg ed H arry "This looks bad, he said. "He's altogether too mce. He means to stand out." , ''I'll m ake him give in," confidently returned our hero. "Sit down, pol i tely reque st ed Mace, and place d chairs for them. "To wh a t am I indebt e d for the honor of this visit?" "Mr. Mace," quietly said H a rry, "I came here y esterday and threatened you with the law if you d1d not giv e up the forged c h e ck which this dupe of yours si g ned. You pretended to comply with my request, and gave me a carefully-prepare d lmitatioh. I have come here this morning with the same request.'' '"Which I refuse to comply with," blandly returne d the rascal. "The n I shall take Tom Clyne and his sworn and witnessed confe ssions into court. "Do so if y o u wi s h." "You wou l d certainly be ind i cted " P e rhaps so "And arres ted." Possibly Being able to furnis h bail I would be at liberty within an hour. I am not short of mone y and c a n h"rc lawyers who would r i dicule the romantic story of th e messenger boy until it was lau g h e d out of court. Even if you could have everything your own way in the matters of indictment, trial, appeal. etc., you would still find that the man with money can make a wonde rful fight to keep out of jail.'' All of which Harry Hale knew to be perfectly true, and he could not but admit the strength of Mace's position However, he had another arrow to shoot, and he did not de s pair. Y o u absolutely refuse, then, to give up the forged check?" he asked. I do." "The n I shall go at once with Tom Clyne to the l?roper authoritie s, and you may look for your arrest at any time,'' said Harry, ri s ing fro m his seat. "Go ahead," was the defiant rejoinder. The villain wa s de t ermined not to yield upon this lino of attack, so Harry sat down aga in. "Before I go, Mr. Mace," he said ; "I would like to tell you a story Are you fond of hearing stories?" "If they are good on e s," carele ss ly returned the villain, but he shot a k ee n, curious glance at the brainy boy who had battled so e x p e rtly wi t h him "Listen atte ntively," requested Harry, "and I think you will prono un c e t his s tory v e r y goQd, ful+ of interest, and as thrilling a s a n ybody could wish a story to bC. "My story g o e s ba c k a couple of years. In fact, the affalr took place two y ears ago last winter in the city of Providence." Harry was positive that Mace started slightly at this He fixed his keen eyes full on the rascal s face, and went on wi t h his story: "'Drayton & Fogg is the name of a well-known firm of jewelers. "At ni ght th e ir s tore was guarded by a trusty watchman. "One day this watchman was taken suddenly ill, near closing time. "The two clerks employed by the firm had been with them but a short time, and Drayton & Fogg did not care to ask either of t he m to take the pl a c e of the watchman, although a large amount of new goods had jus t come in. "The g o ods which had just been delivered were for the holi day tra de, and represented a large investment on the _part of the firm. Coming by expre ss rather late in the day, and being much t o o bulky to pla c e in the safe, which was already quite full, they lay in s eale d p ackage s behind the counter, awaiting the work of marking and displaying the following morning. "Under these circumstances, the partners decided that either one of them would have to assume the place of the sick watch man for that night, at least, and so they tossed a coin to decide which should stand the first watch. "The de c ision gave the tas k to Mr. Drayton, a man of middle age, a quiet, resolute gentleman, who was possessed of a fair share of courage. "It was midwinter-in fact, just about a week or so before Christmas, the newly-purchased goods being intended for the holiday trade. The night was exc ee dingly cold, the coldest that the res id e nts of Providence experienc e d that very cold winter. "Mr. Drayton examined the watchman's revolver, and saw that it was in good order. He placed it behind the counter, turned on the draughts of the big stove in order i:o keep the store comforta bly warm, and had just sat down to read a book, when there came a knock at the front door. "It was just midnight. "Wondering what the cause of the summons coold be, Mr. Drayton walked hastily to the door. "A heavy blind of brown holland covered the plate glass of the door, and drawing this aside, Mr. Drayton peered out into the well-li ghted street. In front of the door stood a policeman in full uniform. Harry paused, his eyes fixed on Mace. --CHAPTER XXI. HAltRY'S T!tIUM:Pl!. "Do you find my story interesting?" he asked. "Quite so affably r eturned Mace. "You talk like a book, and are r ea lly v e ry en t ertaining. By all means, go on." "I am glad you like it,'' returne d Harry, in a very dry tone. "I trus t the balance of the story will meet with your approval. To re sume: Mr. Dra yton glanc e d inquiringly at the officer, and the latter, bending down, so as to bring his mouth on a line with the keyhole, said;

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28 BRAVE AND BOLD. "'Mr. Drayton, I'm afraid my right foot is freezing. Be kind enough to let me In long enough to examine it.' "Mr. Drayton at once opened fhe door, and in came the police man, walkihg with a stiff and painful step. "'I'm really afraid my foot is nipped by the frost/ said the officer, advancing toward a chair, with a difficult step, and sitting down with a sigh of relief, 'I stood a very Icing time on the next block, watching another Store where the goods have not been properly put out of sight, and my right foot seems dead.' "And then he shivered violently, and complained of being cold all "He made an attempt to pull off the right boot with his hands, muttered something about his fingers being too much chilled to grip{ and then tried to remove the right boot by using the toe of the eit. "He had made several ineffectual attempts in thi!I tnanner, when kind-hearted Mr. Drayton said: "'I'll take it off for you, officer.' "Then he knelt down, seized the boot, and began to draw on it. "Swish! "SometJ1ing hun1med through the air. "Mr. Drayton had remarkably acute hearing, and on this occa sion it probably saved him from a cracked skull for it was the heavy club of the policeman that he had heard, and the itwol untary doffige of the jeweler resulted in his receiving on his shoul de r a blow that was intended for hi.9 head. "Startled, astonished, in pain and wonder, he looked hastily up, and caught the eyes of the man in uniform fixed on him with a cold, murderous glance I "In an inata:nt he understood that he in danger, and with a quick motion he taught at the throat. "He secured a slight hold, but agai11 that murderous club buzzed through the air. and t11is time taught him on the head. "It was a glanciflg blow, however, ahd bnly half stunned him. "It ttulde him release his hold on the villain's throat, but with the energy of despair he once more made a similar dutch at the same thinking to drag dow n the rascal who stood over ltim. "Again he secured his hold, bt1t just as he did so, the murder ous club again came whirling thrbl1gh the air, guided by tbe merciless arm of the uniformed rMtal, and this time it caught the unfortunate jeweler fairly on tbp of the head. "Down upon the floor went poor Drayton, unconscious. "When he tecovered hi senses, he found himself lying in bed at Iris home, and aisd learned, to his astonishment, thaf neatly two weeks had elapsed since the terrnination of that murderous battle in his store. The policeman, of course, was a bogus one, and he had pltmdered the store. "No information could be obtain e d until 1fr, Draytoh recov ered the use of bta:i11, and when he had told his terrible story, no cleiv to the r1>bber could be found. The firm had been r bbed of many thousands of dollars io goods. the police had not the slightest clew, and there the matter practically ended. "Mr. Drayton, however, Is a man with a meniory, a good mem or under ordi11'ary conditlons J and -tmdet the e:ietraotdinary con attad1ed to this particular ca-ge, his memory became eqt1al1y remarkable. Yesterday, b11 Broadway, Mr. Drayton, jus t a short time after I had left you, saw and r e cognized the man who had assaulted and robbed him in his store in Providence.'' ''Is it ?" cried Mace. "Not only possible. but trne: and Mr. Mace, )"Qu ate the ma11 !" 'fhe villah1 threw back hi head and laughed heartilv. "I thought that W1L coming," he said, shaking with merriment. "I have listened to ) Our becau e you lrnve an emertaining, style, but I knew all aboul 1t before.'' "Of course you did." ,1.r "Oh, not from personal but because it was told to me by my brother Sam, when I visited him in Sing Si!1g about a year ago. Vie are twin brothers, and when Sam was sent ,up for a year, I paid him a visit, and took him some luxuries. He told me the story then, and warned me to keep away from Provi-, dence, in order to avoid the possibility of a case of mistaken iden tity on the part of this Drayton, Sam is out of' Sing Sing, aml I know he was in the tity y es tercfay, so there is little doubt that Mr. Drayton saw and rec oliJnizc d him on -Broadway1 i' H'e said 1t all with such an easy, truthfoi that Frank Herbert nodded his head; as though saying to "'That ex plaim it.'' Harry was not a bit disconcert!' 1. "You must net suppose that Mr. Drayton remembered the face of the thief perfectly. He identified him by means of a scar, a blood-red facsimile of the letter 'X: on the side of the vlllain's neck I" "That's right," rejoined Mace. "Sam has just such a star as you describe." "When did you see your brother Sam .last ?'1 "Oh, a long time ago." "He wasn't in this house yesterday morning?" "No," "Sure?" "Of I'm sure.'' "Then it's very rematk:ible that the man who gave me the pre pared check instead of the forged one which I had demanded had this identical Scar upbr\ the side of his neck!" The confident expression faded from Harlington Mace's smil ing countenance. "Nonsense!" he said, turning slowly on his heel so as to expo e both sides bf his neck to inspection. "You can see for yourself that I have no such scar." -"It is not vi ibJe now', because you have covered it up with the skill acquired by the daily practice of years," steadily said Harry. "I told yott tha,t Mt. Drayton clutched the robber by the throat, bt!t I did not tell you that in doing so he tore from the rascal's neck a pie-ce of goldbeater's skin, covered with flesh-tinted paint. This act revealed the previously-hidden scar, and tlie skin was f?Und imbeddt>d in the jeweler's nails the next morning. Now, sir, do you rememebr that you and I ca:h1e to blows in this very room yesterday morning?" "Yes," growled t h e other. "I struck you in the neck." said Harry, "and the blow knvcked off your artistic patch :md revealed the blood-red facsimile of the Jetter 'X.' Whet! Mr. Dra)"ton told me his story an hour or go later. I enabled to identify the marl who had assauhed and robbed him!" Mace's assurance had all vanished now, and :he was gnawing nt his fingers like a \Voif. 11I see that you have applied your painted bit of gold-beater's skin over th<; scar as cleverly as ever," went on Harry, 'but it would rl'quire a moment for me to pick it oft'. 'This is a little diplomatic fight, Mr. face, but if force becomes necessary, I can hold you motionless while Frank Herbert "<: \etaches the patch.'' Mace Rnarled like a caged tiger. ' "Mr. Drayton is stopping at a hotel not fat awa>;, and I can send Frank for him while J hold you quiet here,'' sid Harty. "It would do him good to give yqu in custody." Another snarl. "J t is a shame' that such a villain should even temporarily es cape the consequences of sttch a crime, but 1tiy intere s t in Frank compels me to give you li. chance." said; Harn: "Unle ss yeru want me to turn. you over to l\Ir. Drayton,' give UJ? the forged ch e ck.'' Orfly an instant did the rascal hesitate. "If I give you what you wa11t." he "what assurance have I got that you will not blab to Draytbn ?'" "My word," proudly answered Harry; "which is iusl: as sacred whe n pledged to a villain as to a g e ntleman. l live upright and hone t; I tell the truth under all circum tances, and even such as you may trust my pledge." How the words did ring through the room. They settled the matter. for Hatlington Again he dre w forth thr wallet frnro which he had taken the ptt'pared check, a1.ld extracted a piece of paper, which he at once placed in Harry's The latter ha11ded it to Frank. ' "E:i;.amine il well," he said. li'rank looked it over carefully, froin to side, from top to bottom. and front and back. 11'his is one," he said. ''You are absolutely snre ?" "Absolutely so." "Very w<'il. D e lays are danverous. you see on the mantel and light that piano." T t I ' Take one of !he n1atches gas jet at the side of the Frank obeyed. "Now, burn it,'' instructed Harry. : ;r;we cannot tell what at tempts this villain might make to. reco.ver that bit of paper if we endeavored to tonvey it to your father. Reduce it to ashes, and your will cease."

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\ BRAVE AND BOLD. Gladly, indetd1 did Frank Herbert obe;y the ordciked eagerly up :thd down the stl:'eet, but not a sig11 of the coath dld he see. "Aftet all," muttered :Harry, ''there was ri;ally nothing to cMnect the artd t,he coach, for the laftet might have been on an ordinary ertartd, and the cry fat help might have totne from any one of the houses on the block. Still thete art unplel!$adway he hurtied, rUrtning every step of the way, Gausht a car as he reached the corner, and went bowling c!owrttown. He jumped off in front of ti!!! real estate office, and his heart beat violently when he caught sight of Mr. Herbert and Frank talking outside the doot. "Another trap; another scheme muttered the boy. "What does the villain thteatefi Us with this time ?H Like a wave there came over him the recollectiorts of the con versatiGrt in Mr. Herbert's library, when he and Harry had agreed that some other n\stive than ga!h was at the bottofrt of Mace's active enmity. That there was some mysterious motive underlying Mace;s hos tility could no longer be doubted. Mr. Herbert's face was quite radiant, and Harry could See how rejoiced the worthy man was to know that the evidence of his son's crime was no longer in existence. "Cod bless you, Harry Hale," he warmly said, as the boy came up to him. "You have taken a load from my "J greatly fear that :You wlll soofl lose your lightness bf heart, sir." regretfully said Harty, and hartded him the letter. Mr. Herbert read it and re-read it. "I do,n't undi!rstahd t11-is," lie said. Briefly as pessible, Harry narrated to him all about the sGream, the carriage ahd the stotl( .told by the servant, Mr, Herbert's face blanched. "My girl has been abducted/' he hoarsely "This must be the work of that villain Harlington Mace!" "No doubt," said Harrv1 "W)lile I was c;:hanging my tlothes, preparatgry to visiting Gussie, concocted and earriM out this scheme.1 "Come into tlle office and sit dclwrt," rnqOeilted Mr. Herbert, whose limos were trembling He led the ivay Into the privllte offite, and Hatry and Ftank foilowed him. V\Then the door was closed, Mr. Iderbe rt turhecl to Hatry. "What's to be done?". he asked, ifl the mbst hfllpless rftanner. "Shall we go tG poh<;e ?" "Yes, you Should do that at 6nce, but it will not prevent me out a, scheme I have t_hought pf," ret\lrntd Harry. "Do what volt tllifili best, Harry, You hRvc dene solne wohderfui work so far." H;arry turned to Frank. "What i the nelln!st hack stand to Mace'.s reiderti:e ?'' "Madison Squ1tre.'' "Does he usually order hacks from thent if he wants thetn ?"

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I BRAVE AND BOLD. "Yes." "Have you been out with him occasionally in the hacks ordered from there?" "Frequently. "Had he any favorite drivers?" "Yes, two." "Do you know their names ?" "Yes; one is named Brown, and the other goes by the nick name of Shorty." "Is Shorty thick-set, very dark, one-eyed and pock-marked?" "Yes," ejaculated Frank, very much surprised. "That is his exo.ct description." "Then my scheme can probably be made to work without much trouble or delay," delightfully remarked Harry. "\Vhen Mace wanted Shorty or Brown, and wanted them to come to his resi dence, how did he let them know ?" "He'd go to the drug store on the comer and telephone to the District Messenger office near the hack stand and one of the boys would run out and tell the hackman, always getting a dime for his trouble." "Good enough. Now, Frank, I want you to go to Mace's house, and find out by some means if he is there. Whether he is in the house or not, I want you to watch the premises until I whistle for you from the corner of the street, which will be within the next hour. Now, away with you, and stick to your post until I come, even if it keeps you there for hours." "I'm off eagerly said Frank, and away went Gussie's brother, blindly obeying the commands of the brainy boy who had proved so far to be a brave and sagacious counselor. "Now, Mr. Herbert," c o nfidently said Harry, turning to the sorrowing father, "please let me have a few five-dollar bills to use in carrying out this plan of mine Of course, I cannot guarantee the success of the scheme, but if everything goes as I think it will, your daughter will be restored to your arn:)s in a few hours. Then, as I love trade instead of battle, I hope to settle down to business once more." CHAPTER XXIII. BARRY HALE'S CLEVER SCHEME. Harry Hale meant just exactly what he said. Of course, it was all very well to gain the praise and approval .if the family he had so signally helped in their distress, and it was gratifying to be able to accomplish results with either brains or fis ts, as circumstances demanded, but Barry qidn't care for fisticuffs, and he h a d no desire to play the part of an amateur
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BRAVE AND BOLD, 31 "Here he comes," said f{nl'y. "Hold on tightlJI' to the door, Fra nk." He drew forth one of tqe bank bills given him by Mr. Herbert held that rn one Harid, clutched the bulky bundle wit1' the other, aqd darted out of tqe vest r bule. P own the steps he ran. The coach was roHing up at a lively gait, Shorty on the l:iox. Harry ran toward him. "Hold up !" he said, managing to palt him a couple of doors away from Mace's house, and kolding up the bank note ; he said: "Mace sent this out to you." Thanks," was Shorty's brief acknowledgment and at once clutched the money "He says n o t to spare your team and to make good time. You're to carry me to the girl, and let me cleliver this bundle and a letter to her, and then to get back here as lively as pos sible, and take him somewhere uptown And in the most assured style, our hero open e d the door of tl1e co a ch. ''Bere l" cried Shorty; girl are you talking about?" "The one you t oo k awa y from 248 ---Street a couple of hours a g o These clo th es are for her ." He indicated the btmdl e when he spoke of clothes, and with"Father, hurry up here." "All right, Sarah," responded a voice from' below. A moment later a man, who looked to be over sixty years of age, ici}ing up one of the sheet s he used that for a rope, and in a "AH tigS:t.'' the womaq. "Follow moment had the creature tieci.up 'snug and s e cure. '. 1 ; The n he took a fuige from his pocket : thrust it into the ) CHAPTER XXIV. t' THE Mch elatetd with the success of 4is scheme so far, Harry Hale prepared to follow the woqian up stairs. Just as she put her foot on the second step, the woman seemed to recall something. She )caned over the baluster and called: !Ci. fl! i _..... ... ... 1,1:.1 c 1 woman s op e n up a to w el {mm the washing-stand and used it as a bandage over the mouth, and tlll'!n, in much less time than jt to describe the qpe rati o n, had the wo111an bound and gagged , Gussi<; watched him in spellbound with <:ldrniration. "Ho w brave, how smart, how all-conquering he is," she thought, and now that Harry w a s here her fears disappeare<;I. "Th, ere, t)lat Y?U !" a,nnounced our hero; he straight-I

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BRAVE AND BOLD. ened up and contemplated the helpless wbma.n with sati s faction. "Gussie, do you !mow how many people a re in the hou s e?" "No, I do not." "Well, there s an elderly gentleman do z ing in the hallway be low, and I think he is the only real o bstacl e b e tween us and the open street. I'll go down first and di s pose of him." "Oh, don't leave me "You go down one fligl!it with me, and keep out of sight at the head of the stairs, and I'll call to you when to come down." "All right." Harry picked the other sheet up from the bed and led the way softly downstairs to the next floor the girl following closely at his heels. When he reached the next floor Harry glanced slyly over the baluster and saw the old man n o dding in the c hair The rusty silk hat, which positively w a s much too large for him, was wobbling from one side of his head to t he oth e r Harry fixed his eyes upon the hat a n d at once an idea was &uggested to him which made the boy s mile. With a cat-like step he crept down the stairs and approached the old man. The latter dozed on, unconscious that danger was near. Fairly in front of the man Harry h a lted The antiquated tile had a very wide brim, and the boy seized this with his hands One hearty downward tug he gave, and forced the hat over the old man's ears and almost down to hi s sh o uld e r s A series of stifled g as p s sn o rts, curses and e xclamati o ns came from within the hat, and the old man in s tinc tively rai s ed his hands to clutch at the brim. Before he got them h a lfway up however Harry gave th e sh ee t / a quick twirl and compl e tel y e n ve loped the old f e llow, pull i ng him from the chair and rolling him gently over the floor. "Come, Gus sie !" he called. Down the stairs came Gussie Herbert like a ga ze lle Harry drew back the catch of the l o ck, flung the door open and he and Gus sie pa s sed from th e h o use "Walk lively request e d Harry, and at a quick pac e they went al o ng t o the n e x t corner and reach e d there just in time to ca tch a car that w as b ound uptown. When they we re s ea ted in t h e c a r Gu ssie gav e Harry her hand You hav e s av e d me, Hari:y s he sai d, "and wo rds will n ever pay the obligation I "There is n o o blig atio n," gall a ntly r eturne d our h e ro "I c o uld alm ost thank Harling t o n Mace for gi v ing m e the o pp o rtunity of rendering y o u a service And then pretty Guss ie H e rber t blushed Harry cha n ge d the subject. "What did he say to y ou?" he asked. "Mace?" "Yes." "I haven t seen him." "Then he was not in the carriage which took you away from h,ome ?" "No." "Who was?" "That woman.'" "And why did you scream?" "BecauAe s'he at o nc e ius pir c d me with fear and d o ubt and I would have left the coach imm e diately. She seiz ed me roughly and threatened me with violence. Then I for help, and she caught me by t h e throat and swore she would strangle me if I made another sound "Oh!" ga s ped Harry, if I had only !mown that when I had her in my grup I would have dashed her down upon the floor instead of the bed ' He cho ked down his res e ntment and again turned to Gussie "I !mow all about the manner in which you were decoyed away from home," said Harry, for I reached there just after the coach left had a talk with Mary and re a d the letter which y o u threw up o n the floor. Now tell me what took place after the carriage started." "As I told you," returned Gussie. "The woman seized me by the throat. "She didn't mean to hurt me very much but the act caused such a s ickening sen s ation that I became unconscious. "I. did not recover my s e nses until the coach came to a stop, and I becam e dimly aware that the woman was shaking me roughiy and tellin g me to rouse up I was dazed bewildered, and I suppose somewhat hysteric a l when the woman as s isted me from the carriage and helped me into the house. "She half carried me upstairs to the rooNi in which you found me, and I alm ost fell upon the bed The woman bathed my face and hands and began to talk very sweetly to me. I really cannot remember wh a t she said only her honey e d tones, but I was Just in the m o od to be anno yed, and I told Joter not to pester me Without ano t her word she left me locking the door. After a while t ears came to my relief, and there I sat until you came." "Well thi s is m ys terious," said Harry. "Here is our corner, Gus sie We'll only h a ve to walk a few blocks across and a half block up to reach your hou s e." * * * There is but little left to complete the story of the boyhood o f Harry Hale. Ne e dle s s to s ay Harry and Gus s ie were received with cries of joy at the home of his employer and no one could do enough to th ank the b o y for the daring work he had done. Mr. Herbert was thoro ughly enraged at the last act of Harling t o n Ma c e whi c h s e emed to be prompte d by nothing more than fie ndi s h a nim os ity a g ain s t the man he h a d pl a nned to rob and wh ose s on he had nearly ruined. D ete c t ives were s e t on hi s trail and h e w a s so o n arrested. He is n o w s e rvin g a term in Sing Sing, h a ving be e n convicted of the crime o f kidn a ping and abducti o n Harry is n o w employed as m a n aging dark for Mr. Herbert a r a good s alary. M o re ove r Mr. Herbert's limit e d partne r s hip with Wainwright and S tro n g will expir e in a b out two ye a rs and Harr y a nd Gus sie, wh o s pend their evenings t o g e th e r now, fe e l s ure tha t th e fir-r1 will be r eorganized under th e style of Herbert, Hale & Herbert, and include the senior partner's son and also his prospecti ve s o n-in-law. Harry' s father died abroad, but with such a son to support her, Mrs Hale scarcely felt t h e loss. W e ll here we are at th e end of this true story of to-day, and in bidding adieu to our youthful readers express the hope th a t they, too, will ever be "Upright and H o n e st," may d e em it conduciv e to th eir moral and material welfare to direct their foot steps toward "Harry Hale' s Road to Success I" THE END. Next week's issue, No. 34, will c onta in "Two Young Inventors ; or, The Treasure of Three Pine Mountain." Did you ever see a flying ma c hine, boys? Read next week's issue and learn how two boys flew 3,000 miles on wings-one of the most exci t ing stories ever published.

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tr. rltCKTO OLD MAM,GLAD TO MEET YOU; liVE BEEN WORKlffG OVERTIME TO SATISFY THE DEMAND UPOfi MY SERVICES. I WAPIT YOU TO JUMP RIGHT IN AND DO A GOOD HALFSHARE


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