Ned Newton, or, The fortunes of a New York bootblack

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Ned Newton, or, The fortunes of a New York bootblack

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Ned Newton, or, The fortunes of a New York bootblack
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"You come here and help this little girl pick up her matches!" said Ned in an imperative tone ... What!" said John, almost struck dumb. "Why, you dirty bootblack, you are about the c:heekleat kid I've seen for a year,"

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VE.. LD A Different Complete Story Every Week l#Wd IY#IJIJ4 Dy # .. S" fer Entered according-/9 Act of Congress in t/14 y4ar IQC4. m tlw 0.iu 41/ tlu Lawrio11 f Co"lf"'e. Washington,.[). C. STREET & SMITH, a38 Willi11.m St., N. Y. No. 57. NEW YORK, January 23, 1904. Price Five Cents. OR, The fortunes of a New York Bo black. By HORATIO ALGER, J"R. CHAPTER I. NED THE BOOTBLACK. "Shine your boots! I 'll shine em up so you'll see your face in 'em!" The speaker was a stout, healthy-looking boy of fifteen, with a foll face expressive of fun and good-nature. His clothes were not of fashionable cut, and it would require a vigorous str.etch of the imagination to call him a dude. The persons to whom he addressed himself were a gentle man and a boy who were desce nd in g the st eps of the Astor House. The boy was showily dre ssed, and wore a look of importance, as if he placed a high estimate upon :1imself. ''I think, father, I'll have my boots blacked," said the boy. "Very well, Eustace. Tell the boy to make haste." "Here, boy give me a shine, and see that you do it up in short order," said Eustace, addressing the bootblack, in a tone of authority. "Yes, general !" answered the bootblack, with a comical look of deference. "\i\That do yo u mean by calling me general ?" asked Eustace, in rather a suspicious tone. "Oh, I only meant you're a tiptopper,'' answered Ned, who was by this time on his knees, hard at work. "All ri ght, Joh1my !" said Eustace. "Do you make much money?" he inquired, condescendingly. "I haven't got a very big bank account," answered Ned "Times is hard, and I expect I shall have to give up my house on Fifth Avenue, if business doesn't im prove." "I don't believe you ever saw Fifth Avenue.,'' said Et1stace, con temptu ou s ly. He was not a boy to relish a joke, and was altogether deficient in a sense of humor. "More likely you live at the Five Points." "Do you live on Fifth A venue?" asked Ned. "N-no," answered Eustace, reluctantly, "but. I have a friend living there. I live in Brooklyn. How long have you been a bootblack?" "For three years." "Do you like the business?'' "No, I don t, but I have to support my mother." "It's a dirty business! Why don't you sell papers?" "Because I can't make as much money. In this busin ess all I get is clear profit, outside the money I spend blacking. Newsboys are apt to get 'stuck' buying mor6:

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BRA VE. AND B O LD papers than they can sell, and it doesn't take many left over to wipe out all the profit on the rest." "\Vell, perhaps you're right. It's a very good thing for a boy like you to have some such way of earning a living." "I don't mean to black boots always," said Ned, quickly "I don't like the business, but it's better than loafing.''
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BRA VE A TD BOLD. I 3 "Your last c ustome r wasn't very liberal," said the gen tleman. with an a,rnused smile. "No," a n swered N ed, disdainfully. ''He wanted to put me off with four cents." "\Vould you have taken it?" "Yes, sir; I told him I vyould t ake it if that was all he could afford to pay." '.'Do you li ve at the newsboys' lodge?" pursued the gen tleman. "No, sir; I have a mother living, and she and I live on Delancey Street." "Excuse my saying so, but you l ook above your busi ness Are you obiigecl to black boots for a living?" "Yes, sir; for the present "Couldn't you sell p ape rs? That is neater, and less objectionable ''I tri e d it, sir, but I found I c ouldn't average more than forty cents. By blacking boots I can make five dolla rs a week, sometimes more." "Is your mother entirely dependen t ttpon you, then?" "Yes, sir; she tried to sew for the clothing stores, but gives her the headache. So I told her if she wou l d attend to the h ousekeepi110 I would provide the money "You must once have be e n in a better position," sa id the gentl eman, scanning the bri g ht, intellectual face up turned to his. "vVe,_'C"-re," said Ned: "my father was an actor." , -....,,., < -rn act.Jr r repea ted the gentleman, in surprise "What is y0ur .. ame ? "Ked Newton." "And was your father Richard Ne>vton, the comedian?" "Yes, sir. Did yo u ever see him act?" asked Ned, eagerly. "Many times He was a very clever actor." "So I have heard," said l eel, his face glowing with pride. "I suppose your father is dead?" "Yes, sir." "That is sad! Were you and your mother left d esti tute?" "Father left a small sum of money behind him, but it soo n went. and then I was taken from school, and had to earn a living for moth e r and myself." "How old were you then?" "Ten year s old "Bless me And obliged to earn a living at that t ende r age! vVhy don't you try to get int o a store or o ffice?" "No one would hire me with these soi l ed cloth es; and eve n if I c ould g-et a place. I couldn't accept it for a beginner seldom gets more than th1:ee dollars a week. Mother and J find it hard to g-et along on five dollars a we e k. \Ve should starve on three." "How much rent do you p:iy ?" "Five dollars a month." "That leaves you only three dollars and a half a week for meals." "Yes, sir." "I am glad t o h ave talked you, my boy. Dut I must not keep y ou from your business. Let me see, have I paid you?" "1 ro sir, not yet ." "Suppose I have only four cents?" "I will take it from you, sir, for you ha ve talked to me lik e a friend." "Still. my boy, busine s is business. and I should not act ,like a friend if I tried to beat you down from your rep1br price." The gentleman took a w.allet from his pocket and drew from it a five-d olla r bill, which he handed to _Ted. "I am afraid I can't change it, sir,' said Ned. ''I don' t often carry so much money w ith me I am afraid yo u take me for a banker." "Then, if you can't change it, I suppose I shall have to l et you ke e p the whole answered the gentlema n with a pl e 1sa nt smile. "Do you mean that, si r?" asked Ned, almost breathless with surpri se. "Quite so." "How can I thank you, sir? You are very generous." "I ought to be, for God has prospered me." With these words the gentleman buttoned up his coat and walked off, with a nod and a pleasant smile, leaving Ned a verr happy boy. CHAPTER II. ONE OF NED'S NEIGHBORS. The house in Delancey Stree t where Ned an d his mother made their home was not a b rowns t o ne house, and l ooked very little like the e l egan t mansions on Fifth Ave nue and the intersecting streets. .It resembled rather a dilapidated factory in its genera l dingy and shabby ap pearance. It cert a inl y was not the choice of Ned or his mother to liv e in such a place, but rents were cheap, and they were able to obtai n a co uple of rooms for five dollars a month. l\Irs Newto n, dressed in a faded calico and looking far from strong, was r eclin in g o n a lounge-a piece of furniture which Ned had picked up cheap o n the B owe ry after a luck y day, somewhat like the present. Here Ned slept at night. His mother's bed was in an inner room. Two or three ch airs and a cheap bureau compl e ted the list of furniture. A couple of framed pictures, which had been given our hero b y an old lady who had employed him on an errand, relieved the otherwise bare appearance of the walls.

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4 BRAVE AND BOLD. I\frs. Newton's face was sad. She deeply felt her help lessness, and it troubled her much that Ned should be obliged, single-handed, to earn all that was required for the support of both "If I were not subject to these headaches," she said, to herself, "I could earn something with my needle. If it were only a dollar a week it would be something, and poor Ned would not be compelled to work so hard. I feel bad to see the poor boy go about in such poor clothes When he was born I little thought of the poverty and privations we would both have to encounter. And how is it to end? Is his life to be no brighter in the future?" Mrs. Newton sighed, and gave herself up to reflections by no means cheerful. In the adjoining room, opening upon the same entry, liYed a lady by no means resembling Ned's mother. Mrs. McCurdy was an Irish washerwoman, of fifty years, whose intemperate habits made her look at least fifteen years older: Her face was red and inflamed and her eyes watery. She wore a lace cap with a flaring border, and a soiled print dress enveloped her ample form She was sitting in a rocking-chair, rocking to and fro, and was evidently in a discontented frame of mind. "I wish Madge would come back," she grumbled "She must have a few pennies by this time, and it's fam ished I am for a drop of whiskey. I don't believe in drinkin: in gineral, but I'm that delicate there's nothin like it to cheer me up." Mrs McCurdy certainly was far from delicate in ap pearance, but she was glad to a s sum e it as an excu s e for her frequent potations. l\!Iadge was her niece, a prepossessing little girl, in no way resemb l ing her aunt. She was sent out in all weathers to sell matches, and her earnings were greedily absorbed by Mrs. McCurdy, who did not care to work herself any more than she felt absolutely obliged to do The result was that their income was always scarrty, a nd much of it went for drink instead of food Poor Madge often went hungry, and more than once she was saved from suffering by the charity of Ned and his mother, who pitied the poor little girl-she was only ten-not alone for her poverty, but for being obliged to live with such a guardian. She in turn admired and loved her char itable neighbors, and more than once wished that favoring fortune had given her such an aunt as Mrs. Nev:ton. This morning found iVIrs. McCurdy sad, as "':ell as her next-doo1 neighbor, but for a different cause. Both were out of spirits, but not in the same sense '"Where is that Madge?" !'aid 1\Irs l\IcCurdy, impa tiently "Like as not she's playin' in the strate, the young hussy, and neglectin' her business, not thinkiu' of her poor aunt who's sufferin at h o m e And she that I brought up like my own gal, and tuk care of from the time she was a babby Oh, it's a cold world, and there's no one knows it better than Bridget JVIcCurdy !" The more Mrs. McCurdy thought of it the more thirsty she felt. Yet she had not a penny in the honse, and there was no cha.nee of her obtaining any till Madge got hom e But a bright thou g ht came tQ the widow. Her neighbor, Mrs. Newton, w a s forehanded, and probably could lend her some money, by means of .which her craving might be gratified No sooner had the thought come into her mind than she arose from h e r cha ir with alacri ty, and leaving the room, knocked at her neighbor's door. "Come in i" said Mrs. Newton, in a low voice. She looked up from t.hc couch on which she ,,as rest ing, but her face did not brighten as her eyes fell upon her neighbor. She did not admire i\lrs. l\lcCurdy's char acter, nor enjoy her company. "And how are you the day, Mrs. Newton, ma'am?" in quired the visitor, as she sank into a chair be side tbe lounge. "I am fe e ling weak, l\Irs McCurdy. Thank you for asking." "I'm feelin' wake meself, ma'am," said the robust widow. '"We're both delicate, if it comes to that, and nather of us fit for hard wurruk. Sad as she felt, :Hrs. Ne>v ton was tempted to smile at the thought of the robust widow being delicate, but she suppressed the inclination. ''You look to rl1 e v e ry strong, Mrs. -"I'm not, ma'am, though I'm so big like. thi:ric':; days when my gal Madge could knock me over wid a feather I give you my word." "\Vhcre is Madge this morning?" '"She's out wid de matches, Mrs. Newton; but she don't bring in much, lately. I mistrust she plays, instead of attendin' to business "She seems to me like a good, industrious girl." "I wish she was as good as your bye, N"cd. He's al ways workin' for his mother.'' ''Ned is a large, strong boy, and Madg e is only a little girl. You can't expect so much of her "Thrue for you, ma'am; but it's hard on her poor aunt -that's me--to be so short of money Why there's days an' days when I'm that wake from havin' nothin' to ate th a t I can hardly stand up, much less \>vork at the tub." Mrs. Newton did not que s tion this statement, though she knew too much of her neighbor to belie,e it. "I've had nothin' to ate the day," continued Mrs. Mc Curdy, ''and I'll make bold to ask you if you would thrust me for a quarter, to buy a loaf of bread and a quar ter of a pound of tay." ''I'm sorry, Mrs. McCurdy, but I have no money to spare." ,.,

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 5 "I'll pay it to you the first thing after Madge come s in," said Mrs. McCurdy, persuasive l y ''I'm sure you've got some money in the house." "Yes, we have to lay it by for the rent, and that comes one day after to-morrow." "She must have near five dollars!"' thought the visitor. "I wonder where she kapes it?" "I'll pay it back before that," she answer ed. "I hope you'll excuse me, but I cannot take any risk. Ned has to work so hard for it, and it is his money." ''All right, ma'am, I v.on't take no offenses: No", take my advice, and go to slape; it"ll do you good." M rs. McCurdy went out of the room; but her mind was busy with a bright scheme She would wait till Mrs. Newton was asleep, then stea l in and fo r the rent money. "There must be n ea r five dollars somewhere," she muttered, her ey s brightening at the prospect. CHAPTER III. MADGE, THE MATCH GIRL. A little match girl was walking down Vesey C:trcet with a small basket of matches hanging on her arm. ":'.:lfatches parlor matches-three for a nickel !" she called, in a childish treble. But matches seemed shw of sale, and poor l\J adge, fo r it. was she, looked troubled and careworn. --...... .'..t """OW what ..\unt Bricket will sav she mt:r-.. ..... ,.., ::::, mured, to herself. ''I've only taken fifteen cents, and she told me she'd whip me if I didn't bring back fifty." She turned into an office, for he r sales were made chiefly in such places. ,..\t a d sk sat a cross-looking man. l\Iadge felt instinctively that there was liltle chance for her there. But :-he had come in to sell matches, and she woul d try her luck <:.t any rate. "\ Vill yo u buy some matches, sir?" she asked. The man lo oked up with a frown. "\\'bat's t11at ?'" he asked, rnrve. ving the litde girl sternly. ''\Vould you buy some matches of me, sir? Three packages for a nickel !" "Get out, you little beggar!" he exclaimed angril y "What business ha Ye you coming in here?" ''Some gentlenien buy of me," answered tremu lously. ''Then they are fools !" roared the sweet-tempered man. "You're only looking for a chance to steal.., "No, sir: I'm not!" said 1\Iadge, indi gnantly. "It's wicked tD steal, and--" "You're an angel, I snppose." said the man. with a sneer. "Here, John!" 1\ young man, with a pimply face and s mall eyes like a ferret. came fon\"ard. He was w0rthy of such a master. "Get out of here!" he said, rough ly. "I'm go'.ng, sir," said Madge, nervously But she did not appear to go fast enough to suit her persecutor. He followed her to the door, and gave her a push that upset her and the basket. The packages of matches fell upon the sidewalk in different directions If John had not been of a brutal and unfeeling disposition. he would have expressed regret for the consequences of his vio l ence As it was, it seemed to amuse him, for he stood in the doorway and langhed was a thoroughly manly boy, and his anger was alway,; excited wh e n h e saw any act of opp ression, even if the victim was a total stranger. :\lnch more in the present case, for he knew how unhapp il y Madge was sit uated, am! how little sunshine there was in 11er life He ran to the scene of disaster as fast as his l egs couJ(l carry him, and confronted the young bully with blazing eyes. "\Vhat made yo u do that?" he demanded. "Mind your business, young feller, and you won't get hurt I" returned John, contemptuously. "Come here and help this little girl pick tip her matchd said Ned, in an imperative tone. "Hello! what"s up?" said John, almost struck dumb by what he regarded as u11parallelecl impudence. "Why, you dirty bootblack, you ate about the cl1eel..:iest 1..:id I've seen for a year." ''Did you hear what I sa id ? Yon u pset this little girl's matches. He!)) her pick them up. ''I'll lift you on the end o my ,boo t, you young scoun drel!" retorted John, now thoroughly aro11sed. "Do you know who I am ?" 'I know you're a brute!" answered );ed. "You de serve to be horsewhipped." John far from an angel in temper, and the idea of being "sassed," as he expressed it, by a boy of fifteen, and a bootblack at that, was altogether too much for him. He left the doorway and approached Neel Newton, with the intention of demolishing him. X ed was not taken unav.rares. He stood on guard, and when John clumsily aimed a blow at his head, he dexterously clucked it, and planted a blow in the bully's stomach that stretched him howling on the pavement. Then. like a coward that he was, John began to call "Police!" Generally a policeman i s not on hand when wanted, ac cording to the popular belief, but there was an exceptio n

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6 BH.A VE AND BOLD. in the present 'instance. From the opposite end of the street came up a blue-coated guardian of the public peace. Fortunately for Ned he had seen the whole. "Hello! what's this?" he asked, quickening his pace. "Arrest that boy!" exclaimed J 0!1111 gathering himself up. "Vvhat has he done?" "He knocked me down, as you see." "And what -..vere you doing?" asked the policeman, con temptuously. "You let a boy like that upset you?" "He took me at a disadvantage," whined John. Now it chanced that the policeman lived near Ned, and had known him for a long time, so that he was not dis posed to judge him harshly. "Tell me about it, my boy," he said, kindly. "I will, Mr. Brand. This man pushed Madge out of the door, throwing her down, and spiliing her matches, and was standing in the doorway laughing at her, when I came up." "The gal had no business in our office!" said John, in a surly tone. "The boss told me to turn her out." "He didn't tell you to throw her over," said Ked, indig nantly. "That boy came up and put in his oar, and pitched into me. He ought to be locked up." "I didn't touch you until you tried to hit me." "How is that?" asked the policeman. "I guess my word is better than a dirty bootblack's. I didn't do any such thing." "As it happens, I saw the whole affair, and know the boy speaks the truth," said the policeman, quietly. "It's all true, every word!" said Madge, eagerly. "Oh, of course!" said John, in a surly tone. "He lies and you will swear to it." "Do you want this man arrested for his attack upon you?" asked the policeman, turning to Madge. John turned pale. Thoitgh a bully, he was a coward, and for the first time it occurred to him that perhaps he had been unwise in indulging his brutal instinct. "I didn't mean nothing, little gal," he said, hurriedly. "There's a penny for you." "I don't want to take any money from you," said Madge. "I-I'll help you pick up your matches," said John, hurriedly. "I didn't mean to upset you." Ned and the policeman .lookeci on in quiet enjoyment, while John, his pride quite humbled, stooped over, and began to pick up the scattered bundles of matches, and replace them in the little girl's basket. When all was finished, the policeman said : "Let this be a warning to you, young man. You won't get off so easily next time." "It was all a mistake," muttered John, and he sneaked inside. "I'd like to wring that bootblack's neck!" he muttered, savageiy. "If I can ever do him an ill turn I will." Madge and Ned parted. About five o'clock in the afternoon Ned went home. "Mother," he said, "I've been in luck to-day. A gen tleman gave me five dollars. I'll put it with the rent money." He went to the bureau drawer, and opened the wallet in which over four dollars had been carefully stored. But an unpleasant surprise awaited him. The wallet only contained two silver quarters. "Mother," he said, quickly, "have you used any of the money in the wallet?" "No, Ned," answered Mrs. Newton, in surprise. ''Why do you ask?" "Because the bills are missing. Only the two quarters are left." "Let me see!" But investigation only showed that Ned was right. "It must have been stolen, mother. Who has been m here?" ''No one but Mrs. McCurdy." "She is the very woman to take it. Did you watch 'her?" "Yes; she didn't take it in my presence. But now I remember she asked me if I could lend her some money. Of course I declined to do so." ....... -"" -"That explains it. She must have come in later. :dla you fall asleep this afternoon?" "Yes, Ned ; she must have come in while I was sleeping on the lounge." Just then a knock was heard at the door, and Madge entered. She was looking sad and troubled. "Is anything the matter, Madge?" asked Ned. "Yes; aunt is lying on the floor dnmk, with a quart pot smelling of whiskey beside her." Ned and his mother exd1anged glances. It was clear now where the money had gone. CHAPTER IV. DISCOVER'ING THR THIEF. "Do you know if your aunt had any money, Madge?" asked Neel. "I thought she hadn't, for she was complaining this morning that she hadn't a cent in the house." "She must have had money to buy the whiskey with." "Yes, and she's got some more. I don't understand where it came from," said the little girl, perplexed. "How do you know she has more money?" "Because I saw some bank bills in her hand." \

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BRA VE AND BOLD. "I'll go down with you," said Ned. "I am sorry to say it, but the money stolen from our room when mother was asleep. It will be a good chance to recover it while Mrs. l\IcCurdy is under the influence of drink." Madge was not shocked at this evidence of iniquity on the part of her aunt, for she had lost all respect for her, and knew that she was very unscrupulous. "I'm sorry, Ned," she said. "You'd better come do\vn. It's a shame for your mother to lose money." Ked followed the little girl into aunt's room. There lay l\1rs McCurdy,. very red in the face, and breathing heavily. Her hands were stretched out beside her, and in one were clutched three bank bills, as Madge had said. Ned kneeled down, and detached them from her hand with some difficulty He put them in his vest pocket. "Madge," said he, "you'd better come upstairs and take supper with us. l\J rs. McCurcly won't be fit to be about for a good while. She's in a stupor and won't miss you The match girl's face lighted up with pleasure, for she knew the difference between Mrs. Newton's supper and the dry bread which was in general all she got from her aunt. "\Von't it be too much trouble, Ned?" she asked. 'No, l\Iadge: you can help mother get supper, while I go over to the saloon and find out what money your aunt gave Mr. Brady in exchange for the whiskey." "Oh, yes, Neel," answered Madge, with alacrity. "I;u do all t_!lf' work, and your mother can lie on the sofa ,. :\e1e clrunk it all!" she said; "and ifs aslape I've been." She looked toward the window, and s:iw that it was getting dark. .. Where's Madge?" she muttered. been here before this time I--I whiskey.'' "She ought to have wish I had more That reminded her of the money she had remammg. She looked hastily at the hand in wbich, as she remembered, she had c111tchecl the bills; but there were none to be seen.

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8 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Somebody must have robbed me," muttered the old woman, indignantly. The thought had made her very angry. It was rather a curious circumstance that her own theft did not strike her in the same light as the theft from her. "It must be Madge!" she exclaimed, with sudden con viction. "She's been home, and robbed her poor aunt. Where is she, I I'll break her neck if I catch her." l\IIrs. McCur9y staggered to her fret and going out into the hall, was drawn by th" appetizing odor of the hot supper to Mrs. Newton's door, which was slightly ajar. She went toward it, opened it wider, and with speechless indignation saw Madge sitting at the supper table, evi dently enjoying herself highly. CHAPTER V. THE SETTLING OF MRS. M'CURDY. "Well, if ever I see the like!" gasped Mrs. McCurdy, quite overcome with amazement. "What are you doin' here, you young trollop?" she continued, shaking her finger at Madge. Mrs. McMurdy's visit made a mild sensation. Madge gazed at her aunt in dumb amazement, holding her fork suspended midway between her mouth and her plate. "Here you are, feastin' and carousin', while you poor aunt--" "Lay drunk on the floor!" said Ned, linishing out the sentence. "Who says I'm drunk?" demanded Mrs. McCu rdy, de fiantly. "I say so!" answered Ned, firmly. 1 "I only tuk the laste drop to stiddy me nerves," said the widow, in self-defense. "You must have a great many nerves that need steady ing, that's all I have to say. Mr. Brady says you bought a pint of whiskey, and there was only a drop left in the measure." "Did he say that now?" "Yes, he did." "Thin somebody must have come in and dnmk the most of it. I only tuk a small swaller. I believe it's Madge that served her poor aunt that same th rick!" and again the forefinger was pointed at the poor girl. Ned laughed, and even Mrs. Newton smiled at this ridiculous charge, but Mrs. McCurdy grew angry. "Come right home, you trollop," she cried. "Do you think I'll let yo u ate the fat of the land, while your poor aunt hasn't had a bite nor a sup the day?" Madge, reluctantly enough, made a motion to arise "And you stole me money, too!" continued Bridget Mc Curdy. "You took advantage of my bein' aslape to rob me of my hard earnin's." This was too much for Ned. "Where did you get the money you spent for whiskey?" he asked. "Where did I get it?" repeated Mrs. l\1cCurdy, show ing momentary confusion. "Shure I earned it at the washtub, though I wasn't able on account of my bein' deli cate like." "That is not true. You took it from a wallet in the upper drawer of my moth er's bure au. It was money that we had laid aside for the rent." "Hear to him now!" exclaimed the visitor, raising both hands in protestation. "He wants to say that Bridget McCurdy is a thafe !" "That's just what I do say, Mrs. McCurdy You took four one-dollar bills. One of these you paid to !\Ir Brady for whiskey and the other three I found clutched in your hand. I could call in the policeman, and hand you over to him for that." "It's hard on an honest woman to be called a thafe, and be threatened wid the per lice !" moan e d the widow, break ing into maudlin tears, "and my own niece goin' ag'inst n 1e, too." "Let Madge alone, and I'll overlook theft this time!" said Ned, ''but if you ill-treat her, I'll send at once for a policeman." "I haven't had a bite to-day," said Mrs. McCurdy, dis mally. "I'm '>O wake wid fastin that I can't stand." "Ned," said Mrs. Newton, whose sympathies were easily excited, though she knew the objc>J..:t _,,..."you'd better cut a piece of meat for Mrs. McCurdy ,_,.r "As a reward of merit?" inquired Ned, with a smile. "Well, sit up here, Mrs. McCurdy, and we'll see if we can strengthen you so that yoq can stand." The visitor needed no second invitation. She seated herself in the chair Ned placed for her, and partook with a hearty zest of the food set before her. Her appetite being satisfied, she bycame unusually amiable, so that Ned and his mother ceased to feel any anxiety about her treatment of Madge. When supper was over and their guests had left the room, Ned inquired: "Have you any relatives, mother?" "Why do you ask, Ned?" "Because I blacked the boots of a boy named Simmons this morning." "How old was he?" inquired Mrs. Newton, with interest. "About my age." "Did you hear his name?" "His father called him Eustace." "Was his father with him, then?" "Yes mother." "What was his a ppearance ?" Ned described Mr. Simmons as well as he could.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 9 "He is my cousin, Ned," said l\frs. Newton, quietly. "And the boy who put on such airs is related to me, then?" "Yes. he is a second cousin." Ned whistled. "I wish I had known that," he said. "Just in fun I sugg-ested that were related, and he seemed very much disgusted." "I suppose his father it a rich man He had a small fortune, and the lady he married brought him more. He was always proud, and his wife also." "The son seems to inherit a share from both. I don't like him much. He looks as if he owned half of N cw York." "Yet' at one time my prospects were better than his," said Mrs. Newton, thoughtfully. "What changed them, mother?" "My marriage to your father. My father and mother died when I was quite young. and I was adopted by Aunt Eunice, who is very wealthy I was looked upon as likely to inherit all her money, but she disapproved of my marriage with your father." "\iVhat was her objection?" "She objected to my marrying an actor. She was a strict church member, and this prejudiced her. She re quired me to give up my engagement on pain of her dis pleasure." wouldn't? Mother, I like your spunk." ::\Irs. Newton smiled. "Still," she said, "it proved serious for me, as your aunt was implacable She would have nothing to say to me after the wedding, and would not receive your father." "!lave you never seen her since? Is she still living?" ''Yes, I learned recently that she still lived; indeed, I saw he.r one day in a cab in Brooklyn "Who will inherit her money, probably?" "l\1y cousin: the man ) 'Ott saw this morning." "I am sorry for that. I wish it were somebody else. That boy will put on more airs than ever when he gets hold of her money." Here the conversation closed. The next day 1ed was sent on an errand to the Gilsey House at the corner of Twenty-ninth Street and Broadway. As he passed the door of the reading-room he chai:iced to look in. Seated in a chair at tie writing table, engaged in reading a daily paper, was an elderly gentleman. On the chair behind him hung a valuable overcoat. A young man \vho had been sitting near had arisen from his seat, and with catlike steps approached the reader. His at tention w a s directed to the coat, which evidently excited his cupidity. There was no other person in the reading room, and he thought hmself u nobserved as he cautiously to remove the coat from the back of the chair, preparatory to appropriating it The old gentleman was so absorbed in his paper that he was not at all aware of what was going on. "I will interfere with his little game," said Ned, to him self, and h e stood where, unobserved, he could see all that was going on. CHAPTER VI. AN INVITATION TO LUNCH. The task of the coat thief was an easy one. The old gentleman was absorbed in reading an article which very much interested him and he was utterly unconscious of the plot to relieve him of his property. The thief felt it nece s sary to accomplish his task as quickly as possible, for at any moment some one might enter the reading-room, and interfere with him. He suc ceeded, and with a satisfied smile, withdrew softly from the room. It \Vas his intention to pass through the front entrance, hail a Broadway horsecar, and ride swift l y away. But at the door he met a boy of whom he took little notice, till Ned, for it was he, grasped him firmly by the arm, and said: "Carry back that coat!" "\Nhat do you mean, you young whipper-snapper?" said the thief, in a low voice of concentrated rage. "Out of my path!" He tried to shake off Ned's grasp. but found he had undertaken a bigger job than he had bargained for. Ned was strong and muscular, and held on The young man with an angry light in his eyes raised his foot to kick the boy who had barred his progress. If Ned had not stepped nimb l y aside he wou l d have b een seriously hurt. Just then the two a t tracted the attention of one of the hotel servants, who hurried up. "What's the matter?" he demanded, looking from one to the other. "This boy has insulted me!" said the thief, hastily. "Hold him while I call a policeman!" This bold ruse nearly succeeded. The young man was so well dressed that the servant for a moment thought him a guest of the hotel. He grasped ed by the arm, crying: "Let go the gentleman!" But Ned clung to the thief all the more firmly. "Gentleman !" he repeated ; "the coat on his arm 1s stolen from the gentleman in the reading-room." The servant looked the picture of amazement. "Is this true?" he asked. "Ask the old gentleman But he didn't need to ask the question. With an oath the thief Clropped the coat, and before the servant had

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IO BRA VE AND BOLD. recovered from his surprise had covered the distance to the door, and dashed out and around the corner. Picking up the c oat, the attendant, followed by Ned, took it into the reading-room. "Is this your coat?" he asked of the old gentleman, who looked up in a bewildered way. ''Vlfhy, yes," answered the reader. "Where did you find it?" "You came near losing it. Did you notice a young man in the room with you?" "Yes, I believe I saw him "He was going out of the room with your coat on his arm, when this boy, who had been watching his proceed ings, seized him at the door, and held him till I came." "You don't say so!" ejaculated the old "JVIy boy, I am very much indebted to you." "You are very welcome, sir," said Ned, making a mo tion to leave. "Stop, I wish to speak to you, if you are not 'in haste." "Oh no, sir; my time isn't valuable," said Ned, with a smile. "The last five minutes have been-to me. That over coat cost me seventy dollars Ned looked amazed. He had bought a ready-made overcoat a year before for five dollars. He couid not conceive of any overcoat costing so much as seventy dollars. "Perhaps it isn't worth it, but I had it made of the best materials, by a fashionable tailor. The enterpri s ing y oung man who came so near depriving me of it would have been in luck." Ned regarded the gentleman with the respect which wealth is very apt to inspire. He felt that a man who could afford to buy seventy-dollar overcoat must, in deed, have plenty of money. "I don't buy my clothes at your tailor's," he said, with a glance at his faded and worn suit. "My boy, fortunately a boy's merit does not depend on his clothes," said the old gentleman, kindly. "I suppose you have a better suit?" "No, sir; my income is not very l arge, and I h;ive to support my mother." "Good boy, good boy! You couldn't do better. What do you do for a living?" Ned looked e1hbarrassed. He didn't like to confess that he blacked boots, for he was not proud of the busi ness, but still he felt that he had no reason to be ashamed of an honest trade. ' I black boots,'' he replied, with an effort. "I would prefer to sell pape rs, but I couldn't make as much money." "You are none the worse for it, my boy But I see that i t i s about my time for lunch. \iVill you accompany me to my house, and lunch with me?" Ned looked to see if the gentleman were joking, but he perceived that he was in earnest. He didn't quite feel that he could afford the time, for he had not earned much since morning. But perhaps it might not be far. "Where do you live, sir?" he asked. "Qn Madison Avenue." / "I am afraid my dress is not good enough to visit there." "Perhaps we can remedy that/' said the old genneman, smiling. "Tfomk you, sir ; if you don't mind walking with me, I will go." They turne. d down Twenty-ninth Street, crossed Fifth Avenue, and reaching Madison Avenue, which is nearly as handsome and qnitc as aristocratic, walked up three blocks, and stopped in front of a handsome brownstone front. "Here we are!" said his elderly companion He walked up the steps, and rang the bell. The door was opened by an elderly worn.a.n, who regarded Ned with some curiosity. "Jci-ne, you may set an extra chair at the table. I have brought this young gentleman home to lunch. Is Fred at hon1e ?" "Yes, sir; I believe he is in his room." "Call him down into the library "Very well, sir!" "Fo llow me upstair s Edward," said tli e .... __ .. who had inquired Ned' s name. "Thank you, sir." Ned glanced fortively at the handsome staircase, the luxurious carpets, 3 nd caught glimpses of an elegant parlor through the half-opened door. I wonder if I am dreaming," he thought. The Hbrary into which his companion ushered him was equally handsome. Eleg-ant bookcases lined the sides of the room. There were oil paintings on the walls, and many little knick-knacks which were new to Ned, were scattered about. "Sit down there, Edward," said the old gentleman, pointing to a plush-covered easy-chair Ned sank into its luxurious depths, and experienced a new sensation. He had not supposed an)' chair could be so soft and com fortable "I have a grandson about your age," continued his host. "I have sent for him to meet you." "I hope he won't be like Eustace Simmons," thought Ned. On the whole he thought it likely that he woulJ. A bo)" Jiving in such a hou s e as this would hardly care to greet another whose poverty compelled him to black boots. Not that Ned thought the less of himself on that accour1t. But he knew the world judged differently. He had not long to wait. A quick step was heard out-

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BRAVE AND BOLD. II side, and a boy entered through the open door. A pleas ant-faced boy of very nearly the same size as Ned. As he entered he looked inquisitively at the young visitor. "Edward," said the old gentleman, "this is my grand son, Fred' Stanhope. Freel, this is Edward Newton, a who has rendered me this morning a valuable ser vice." "Then I am glad to see him," said Fred, with a cordial smile, holding out his hand to the young visitor. Did he save your life, g,randpa ?" he asked, with a mirthful look at Ned. "Not exactly, but he saved my overcoat." "Tell me about it," said Fred, looking curious. "You have done grandpa an important ervice," he added, turning to our hero, "for he could not afford to buy a new one!" "Just my case!" returned Ned, respondl'ng to the other's fun. CHAPTER VII. NED'S TRANSFORMATION. "You two boys appear to be making fun of me," said the old gentleman, pleasantly. "However, I will gratify Fred's curiosity, and explain how we became acquainted." He briefly told the story of the thief's attempt to rob him. Mr. Stanhope, "I invited Edward hoq1e to lunch.;, "I don't look fit to sit clown at your table," said Ned, noting the contrast 'between his soiled apparel and Fred's handsome suit. "We shan't mind that," said Fred, promptly. "By the way, won't you two boys stand up together? r want to see how you compare in size." The boys sto o d up, back to back. Of the two, Ned was perhaps half an inch taller. "Fred, I am quite sure a suit of yours would fit Edward. If he won't be too proud to accept the gift, you may give him one of your suits. As it wili be twenty min utes befqre lunch, suppose you attend to it now:" "But perhaps Fred cannot spare a suit," suggested Ned. "Oh, I've got a brge supply-more than I need. Come up to my room, and I will fit you out." "How different he is from Eustace," thought Ned, as he followed his new friend up to a handsomely furnished chamber on the third floor. It was a spacious room, fitted up both as a chamber and study. In one corner near the window was a library table, covered with schoolbooks. "Here is my wardrobe," said Fred, going to a large closet, and throwing it open. Clothing was hung all around in large variety. "What a lot of clothes you have!" exclaimed Ned. "Yes ; I've got more than I need, as grandpa says. Take your choice." This seemed to Ned a very liberal proposal, but he did not thi11k it would be right to construe it too literally. He therefore selected a suit half worn, probably the least valu able in the closet. "I will take that, if I may," he said. "That!" returned Fred, in surprise. "Why, that is the worst suit here. I used it in the country when I went out hunting last fall. I don't think much of your taste." ''That is the reason I selected it. I didn't want to take one of your best suits." "\Vell, you may have it, for I am sure never to wear it again, but you must have a better suit, too. Here is one," taking down a nearly new and handsome suit of Scotch cloth. "I'll send for one of the servants, and get him to pack them." "Are you sure you can spare both, Fred?" "Certainly; I can have more when I like." "You are very kind. If you like, I will put one of them on, and have my old suit wrapped up with the other." "That's a good idea I Put on the handsome one; I want you to present a good appearance. And, by the way, you may as well put on one of my shirts, and a clean collar and a new necktie." In fifteen minutes Ned was so transformed that he hardly knew himself when he looked in the glass. "Clothes certainly do make a difference," said Fred, smiling. When the two boys entered the library :ti.fr. Stanhope looked up. "Really," he said, "here is a wonderful change. Fred, which one of your fashionable friends is this?" "You are both very kind to me," said Ned, earnestly. "And so we ought to be, my boy-we who have been so much more favored by fortune. Now we will walk out to lunch." when lunch was over, Ned took his bundle, and, with a kind invitation to repeat his visit, left the house. "This has been a lucky morning," he thought. "Wha; will mother think when she sees me dressed up like this?" He got into a Madistin Avenue car to ride downtown. He was hardly settled, when to his astonishment Eustace Simmons entered and took the seat just opposite. They were the only passengers in the car. Eustace stared hard at Ned. His face seemed familiar, but he did not for a moment associate this richly dressed boy with the humble bootblack of the Astor House. "I think I have met you before," he said, politely, "but I can't recall your name." Ned smiled.

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.J.2 BRA VE A.1. D BOLD 'Iy name i s Edward Newton," he replied. "I believe, \\'e haYe met." "\ V!iere was it? At the Livingston party? Do you Jive in Brooklyn?" ":'.'fo, I am not acquainted with the Li\'ingstons. Vie met a few days since in front of the Astor House." "\Vell, I declare! You don t mean to say you are the boy who gave me a shine?" '_'\nd to "horn you wanted to pay four cents. Yes." How 011 earth do you manage to dress like this? \ Vby, ) ou are dressed as well as I am In reality K ed was dressed better. I\ eel felt in a tantalizing mood. "I don't wear my best clothes when I am at work," he said. "Dut this suit must have come from a fashionable tailor's," continued Eustace, puzzled. "It did." ''Who made it?" r cd was able to answer this questio:1, for Fred had t old him. r don't unJerstand how a boy in your business can dress in that way." said Eustace. "I feel surprised at it myself," remarked with a smile. 'Have you got any relatives?" asked Eustace, abrnptly "I have a mother, but no brothers or sisters," answered J'\ el!. ''\Vhat busine s s was your father in?"_ asked Eu:: tace, uneasily. 'He wa s an actor-and a very good one, I have beeu 1old." "Vv'hat was his name?" "Richard Newton Eustace was evidently worried. He a11d his father had talked over the matter of rcfationship, and he knew now tbVas thoroughly devoted to her mistress. Probably the house in which Miss Simmons lived would not have fetched three thousand dollars if put upon the market, and the furniture was of the plainest, yet the occupant was easily worth quarter of a mil:ion of dol lars, which she insisted upon managing herself, much to the disappointment of her nephew, Elias Simmons. I Of late, matters had been going ill with Elias Simmons. He had ventured into V\' all Street spec ulation and got shorn. He needed to raise a considerable sum of money before the fifteenth of the month, and decided to call upon his aant, though he dreaded to do so. l\Iiss Simmon? was knitting by the sitting-room when her companion, Jane ]j_,,-clay, said sud,. dcnly: "Miss Simmons .. your nephew is coming up the street I think he is to call." "Yon can admit him. Jane." said the old lady, quietly. Directly afterward the bell rang, and presently Jane. \\'ho had gone to the door, reappeared, followed by Elias Simmons. "My dear aunt," he began, bis face assuming a look of affectionate interest, "I hope you are well." "Thank you, Elias," she responded, "I am as well as one could expect at my age "My dear aunt, I do wish you would consent to leave this lonely house, and make your home with me. It worries me to think of you alone at your age." "But I am not alone. 1Iy faithful Jane is always at hand." "Could I have a few minutes' conversation with you alone, aunt?" asked Elias Simmons, after a pause "If you clesire,,it. Jane, will you kindly go into the next room ?" "Certainly, ma 'am I have a little work to do in the kitchen.'' Jane left the room. and aunt and nephew were alone. "Aunt Eunice, I have a little favor to ask of you," said Elias, clearmg his throat, nervously.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 13 "Proceed, Elias." "The fact is, my dear aunt, I have a chance to buy a bankrupt stock of goods in my own line, at fifty cents on the dollar. It would be a grand investment, bnt the party requires cash." He looked insinuatingly at his aunt, but she continued to knit, her calm face expressing no emotion. "Don't you think I had better embrace the opportunity, Aunt Eunice?" he asked. "I don't understand, Elias, why you should consult me on a matter of business,". returned the old lady. "You ought to be competent to decide such a question as that yourself." "I have decided that it is wise, but there is a difficulty." "Well?" "The lack of r ady money. To -come to the point I have come to ask you to lend me two thousand dollars on -well, say sixty days." "You must excuse me, Elias, but I know nothing of your business standing. My advice is, that if you can't pay for the goods you leave them alone. Not being in business, I don't care to make any business ventures." "I thought, Aunt Eunice, that as I was your only rela tive-" "Are you sure you are my only relative?" asked the old lady. "\VI:> else is there?" "Hester be living." --. rrff she is, 1 '.1ough I think it very imrobable, she disgraced the family by marrying a low actor. You said so yourself." "I may have looked upon tl1e matter too seriously. At any rate, Richard Newton is dead, so I have hear, and Hester may be in distress." "She, too, is dead, I have been told." "Who told you so?" "A-an actor-I forgot his name," stammered Elias. "If you meet him again, bring him here. I should like to ask him the particulars." "I will endeavor to find him, aunt." "I was told she had a child-a boy." ...,--"I know nothing of that, Aunt Eunice. According to my ,informant, it is not true. If there was a child, it died in infancy." "Poor Hester! I am afraid I was too hard upon her!" sighed the old lady. "I think you acted just right, aunt. But don't let us refer to this. You are sure you can't oblige me?" "J could," said the truthful old lady, "bnt I do not think it wise to do so." Bitterly disappointed, Elias Si1rnrn:1s half an hour later left the house. But on the thresl1 oid he had a terrible surprise. Just asccndirg the steps of the house he saw Ned Newton, the son of his cousin Hester, whose exist ence he was so afraid his aunt would learn. "What brings you here?" he asked, abruptly. CHAPTER IX. NED'S PRESENCE MAKES A SENSATION. "Do you Iive here, Mr. Simmons!" asked Ned, in much surpri se. The merchant wa somewhat reassured by this reply. It looked as if Ned was not aware that his mother's wealthy aunt lived in this plain dwelling. If. possible, he must not find out. "No," he answered, after a moment's thought, "I don't live here, but I am :i.cquainted with those who do." "I have a small bundle for Miss Jane Barclay. Does she live here?" "Yes," said Mr. Simmons, much relieved . "But how do you happen to have a bundle for her?" "A boy, employed in9a dry goods store on Fulton Street, got me to bring it. He said his mother was sick, and my taking it would give him an hour at home." "That's all right," said Elias Simmons, briskly. "Give it to me, and I'll take it in to her." "I think I'd rather give it to Miss Barclay myself," said Ned, cautiously. "Oh, well!" returned Simmons, good-humoredly. "I'll ring the bell, and she'll come to the door." :Miss Barclay did in fact answer the bell. She regarded Ned in some surprise, looking from him to Mr. Simmons. "What does this boy wish ?" she asked. "Are you Miss Jane Barclay? asked Ned. "Yes." "Then here is a bundle for you." "Oh 1 see. It is something I bought this forenoon." "Then it's all right," and Ned turned to go away. "Stay!" said Mr. Simmons, taking a quarter from his pocket; "let this pay you for your trouble." "Thank you, sir,'; said Neel, pocketing the coin. It gave him a more favorable opinion of Elias Sim mons than he had hitherto entertained "He is a good deal more liberal than his son," thought our hero. As Ted disappeared aronnd the corner, Jane Barclay looked after him thoughtfully. "That boy looks like your cousin Hester," she said. ''.Pooh, p ooh!'' said Elias Simrnons, nervously. "I don't see the least resemblance." ''The eyes had the same expression, and the m o uth. I am snr :i\l i>s Eunice w'1l1ld with me." "Pray don t tell her!" said i\lr. immon s anxiously. "It would only w orry her. Y o u are getting fanciful, Jane Da:-cl:i.y."

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BRA VE AND BOLD. "I've got the use of my eyes still, Mr. Simmons," re torted Jane, not alto ge th e r pleased. "I tell you there was a wonderful resemblance between that boy and Hester. I wish I had asked his name." "I am glad you didn't !" thought Elias. "I heard that Hester had a son." "He died !" said Elias Simmons, with bold falsehood. "He would be about the age of this boy, if living," continued Jane. "But he's dead, I tell you. However, if it will gratify you, I will send this boy here to satisfy you, if I happen to fall in with him again." "I wish you would !" "Does Aunt Eunice often refer to Hester?" asked Elias Simmons, anxiously. "Quite often recently. She is getting old, and has so few re l ations. She thinks she was unjust to Hester." "I don't think so. Still, if I hear any news of her I will at once communicate it to ffif aunt." "I wonder whether he will," thought Jane Barclay, fixing her eyes thoughtfully on the face of the only nephew. Just then there was a knock on the window. "I must go in," said Jane. "Miss Eunice is me." "Bid my aunt good-by. I will call again soon," and Elias Simmons boarded a car that was just passing. "It was fortunate that I was at hand to head off that young interloper," he reflected, "or that meddlesome woman would have taken the boy into the house, and Aunt Eunice would have learned the truth. That would have upset my kettle of fish. There is very little likeli hood of the boy being seen again in this neighborhood. It was a mere chance, his coming to-day." When Miss Barclay, summoned by the tap on the win dow, entered the presence of her patroness, she found her in an unusual state of agitation. "Who was that boy?" she demanded, abrnptly. "A boy with a bundle for me. Here it is." "Was that all?" returned Miss Simmons, in evident disappointment. "Yes." "Is he gone?" "Yes." "I-perhaps you will think me fanciful-I fancied he might come from Hester. Did you not see a resem blance?" "I did. And you saw it, too?" ., At once. He looked like Hester in her earlier days, before the sad trouble separated us--" and the old fady's face softened at the recollection. "I thought so, too, and mentioned it to your nephew." "And what did h(' say?" "He ridiculed the notion-said he saw no likeness at all." "He had his reasons, no doubt," said the old lady, dryly. "However, when I persisted, he said if he meet the boy again, he would send him over here, so that you could ask him any questions you desired." "That surprises me. Did he seem to be in earnest?'' "I can't say; perhaps I might misjudge him, for, as you know, I never fancied Elias Simmons." CHAPTER X. NED GETS A JOB. Three days later retribution overtook Bridget Mc Curdy. She had been imprudent enough to borrow a shawl without leave from the room of a Mrs. Rourke, and was met by Ned in the street under the escort of a policeman, bemoaning herself and her bad luck. A sen tence of two months imprisonment was imposed by the police justice who tried the case, and so, for a time, Mrs. McCurdy was lost to her usual haunts. Ned carried the news to Madge. Though she had little reason to esteem the woman for whom she slaved, this news was received with something like consternation. "What will become of me, Ned?" she asked, pitifully. "Mother says you can live with us. You may h
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BRA VE BOLD. IS \Vhen any other job offered Ned had no scruples about laying asiue his box and taking it up. One morning something extraordinary happened to liim. He had just returned from an errand, and was standing in front of the Tribune building, on Printing House Square, when he heard himself called by name. Looking up, he recognized Elias Simmons, his mother's cousin. "How are you getting along, my boy?" asked Mr. Sim mons "Pretty well, sir," answered Ned, considerably surprised at this expression of interest on the part of such a man. "Are you in the old b1,.1 siness ?" "Yes, sir." "You ought to be doing something better." "So I think myself, sir." "Why don't you try to get a place in a store?" "I have been offered hvo or three places, but I cannot afford to work for the price offered." "How much is that?" "The most I can get is four dollars a week." "And that doesn't satisfy you?" "It would i f I could live on it, but I have a mother to support." Mr. brow involuntarily contracted. He did likd'"to hea: of this cousin who might share with him his aunt's fortune. "How would you like to go into my store?" asked Elias Simmons. '.'Your store is on Fulton Street, is it not?" "Yes; it is a furnishing goods store." "How much "vould you give me, sir?" "'Ne have just discharged a boy, and his place is va cant. \Ve paid him four dollars a week. 1.\s you have a mother to support, we will pay you six dollars, or a doilar a day . vVhat do you say ?'1 "I accept thankfully, sir," answered Ned, in gratified surprise. "When do you want me to begin?" "To-morrow morning. vVe shall want you at eight o'clock ordinarily. Corne at nine to-morrow, as I shall not be there till then." Ned was overjoyed. He did not suspect that his wily enemy had a plan arranged for getting him into troubl e The next morning Ned reported for duty at the Fulton Street store. It so happened that he entered at the same time with Mr. Simmons. "So you are punctual, Edward," said the merchant, with a bland smile. "That is well." ''I hope, sir, I shall be able to give you satisfaction." "Do your best, and there will be no trouble.'' Neel followed Mr. Simmons into the store. There were three men and a boy of eighteen standing behind the counters. The store was of good size, and well supplied with furnishing goods in all varieties. Ned looked abont him complacently. He glad to be employed in so handsome a store. "Mr. Kimball,'' said l\.fr. Simmons, addressirtg a man of thirty-five1 with black side-whiskers, "you will be kind enough to set this boy to work. He will do errands out side and any work you think best in the store." "Very well, sir." Mr. Kimball vvas head salesman. He glanced at Ned carelessly, and bade him fold up some goods which la y upon the counter. Somehow Neel got the impression that Mr. Kim hall was not disposed to be friendly. Thaf was not alt.Q gether pleasant, but he resolved to do his duty. Presently another boy came around to where he was standing. "Halloa !" he said, by way of greeting. "Halloa !" answered Ned, not thinking of anything else to say. "So you're the new boy." "I believe so." "Where did Simmons pick you up ?" "In front of the Triimn.e building." "What were you doing there?" "Minding my own business," answered Ned, rather nettled. "Oh, you're cranky." Ned smiled. 'How long have you been here?" he asked. "Two years. I am the nephew of Kimball, the head salesman. My name is Leon Granville. What's yours?" Ned gave him the de;ired information. "Well, Newton," said Leon, jauntily, "just bear in mi11d that you are my t;nderstrapper. You're to obey me, and be guided by me in all things.'' "Mr. Simmons didn't say anything about that," said Ned. "Didn't he? vVell, my uncle will expect it. He is the one who does the managing." Neel did not reply, but he doubted whether his new friend had any authority for speaking as be did. "How much do you get a week?" asked Leon, later in the clay. "I am to get six dol1ars a \Veek." 'What!" ejaculated Leon. "Six dollars.'' "\Vho told you so 1 "Mr. Sirnmous." "You must be 111ista ken A new boy like you wouldn't g et more tha:1 four dollars, and wouldn't earn that."

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16 BRA VE AND BOLD. "I don't know anything about that, but Mr. Simmons promised me six." "Why, I only get six, and I've been here two years ." Soon after Leon went to his uncle, and had a whispered conference with him. Ned suspected it was about him, as glances were occasionally cast in his direction. might have been anticipated, Kimball took his nephew's part in the matter, and was indignant at the new boy's good fortune. Elias Simmons was a crafty man. It was his purpose to make enemies for Ned in the store, and he could have taken no more effectual means than by giving him a large salary at the outset Ned was conscious that neith e r Leon nor the head clerk liked him, but that he was in any danger from this source he did not suspect. The first day passed off smoothly. Ned was sent out on several errands, to the post office for letters, to a whole sale house for samples, and did miscellaneous work in the store. CHAPTER XI. ROSCOE ST. CLAIR. Ned was glad to find that the store closed at six o'clock. If it had beea loc ate d on Sixth Avenue or the Bowery it wot1ld have be en kept open much later, but the portion of New York south of Canal Street is pretty well deserted after six. In the evening, while walking up Broadway, he heard his name called. Lookin g arolmd he recogni zed Roscoe St. Clair, one of the .young men employed in the store. St. Clair was effeminate in manner, and inclined to be a dude. He was rather short of stature, not being taller than Neel, and his face, thou g h amiable, was weak. "Good-evening, Mr. Newton," he said. "Are you out for a promenade?" "Good-evening, Mr. St. Clair, but don't call me l\Ir. Newton. I am only a boy as yet. Call me Ned." "All right! I will be glad to do so if you will permit me. Do you live near by?" "I live on the east side," Ned answered, vaguely. He did not care to run the risk of a call from any of his "-usiness associates, feeling a little sensitive in respect to humble surroundings. "I live on Clinton Place, in a lodging hou se, ahd take my meals at the restaurants. How do you like your new place?" "I have hardly been in it long enough to tell. I am afraid I sha'n't like the other boy." "You mean Leon ?" "Yes." "I don't like him rny scif. He's inclined t o be sarcastic. He made fun, the other Clay, of my .mustache." Ned felt inclined to laugh. The few light brown hairs which Mr. St. Clair dignified as a mustache jndicated great immaturity, and were not calculated to win admira tion. "He doesn't seem to me a very pleasant boy." "He puts on plenty of airs, though. He is Mr. Kim nephew, and the head clerk favors him rpore than any of the rest of us." "Does Mr. Simmons appear to like him ?" "Mr. Simmons is guided by what Kimball tells him. I might tell something against him if I chose." "What, for instance?" "I was passing a billiard saloon-one of the low sort on the east side-one night, when I saw Leon come out staggering. He was pretty full. The friend who was with me said that he was there almost every evening play ing 'pool for drinks'." "I am sorry to hear that. If he has a mother and sister they are to be pitied." 'He has no mother, but Mr. Kimhall acts as his guardian. I wouldn't tell for Leon would deny it, and the head clerk would believe him." "But who is that approaching us? Isn't it Leon Granville himself?" ''Yes," answered St. Clair, in a tone of surprise At this moment Leon caught sight of his two fcllo\v cle rks, and s l ackened his pace. "Good-cYening," said Leon, in a condescending tone "Are you out for a walk?" "Yes," ans,vered St. Cb.ir. in a t o ne of deference, re membering that he was addressinf? the nephew of the head clerk. ''.Are you two fellows acquainted?" he inquired. "Only since we me t in the store." answered Ned. "I suppose you are out for a walk. too," said St. Clair. "Yes ; I have a head2che to-night. I suppose it is because I am too gay. How many p arties do you suppose I attended last month ?'' "I couldn t guess." ''Eight-all at top-top private houses, too-swell fami lies, liv in g in fine mansions uptown That makes me feel a little shaky." Roscoe St. Clair seemed impressed. He was credulous and easily deceived, and re a lly believed what was told him. "You are lucky to be in with so many fashi:onable fami lies," he said. "Yes, I suppoqe i'O, but if I we re like y ou and your friend h e r e I should be able t o keep b e tter hours." Neel's eyes twinkled. He saw at o nce that Leon was a sham. "You ought to do l ike me," he said, 'refuse half the invitations you receive. I was obliged, last week to ask

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 17 Mrs. Astor to excuse my attending a party, as I had a severe cold." Leon looked disgusted, and even St. Clair looked amazed. "Quite likely," said Leon in an ironical tone. But just then, happily for Ned's credit, a handsomely dressed boy, Fred Stanhope, from whom Ned, as the reader will remember, had received two suits of clothes as a present, came along. His face lighted up as he recognized Ned. "How are you, _led?" he exclaimed, his face showing the pleasure he felt. "I am very well, thank you, Fred," Neel responded, with equal pleasure. '"\Vhy don't you call and see me?" "I have been intending to, but was not sure whether you would be at leisure." "Come around next Wednesday evening. It is my birthday, and grandpa g ives me a party. Delmonico furnish es the snpper. That may be an inducement, even if yon have no other." "Thank you, Fred. I will do so with pleasure." "Mind and come early. Then yoo can see more of 111e." Fred bowed and passed on. Leon Granville was impressed in spite of himself. It was clear that l\ r?d ha{! at least one fashionable acquaint, ......... ;!, \... 1er friend. "'Who wns that?"' he inquired, abruptly. '"Fred Stanhope." "Where does he live?" "At No. --rvTadison Aven ue." "Is he the son of Richard Stanhope, the mi1lionaire ?"' "Not son, but grandson." "\!\There did you first meet him?" "At his own house.'" "You seem to be intimate?" "Yes; I think a great deal of Fred. He is one of my best friends." "Have they got a fine house?" "V cry fine." Leon Granville eyed Ked with a puzzled expression. ::Ie had formed an idea that Ned was a person of low _?OSition, yet here h e was on evidently intimate terms with the grandson of a millionaire . "I wish you had introduced me to young Stanhope," he said. "I may have an opportunity hereafter." Ned said this, but did not promise to make use of the opportunit y He felt that he would rather not intrude Leon upon his frien
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18 I BRAVE AND BOLD. closing of the store that Leon had an opportunity of com municating his news to Mr. Kimball. The head clerk would not at first believe it. "Somebody must have been deceiving you," he said, sharply. "I think not. Sam Trent says he has been in the habit of seeing the boy with his bbcking-box at work in front of the Astor House for a year at least." "It is a very strange story," said his uncle. "Don't you think Mr. Simmons ought to be told?" "Yes, I don't think he can be a ware of the former occupation of his favorite." If Mr. Kimball had only understood the matter he would have seen that Ned was far from being a favorite with Mr. Simmons, and that his bein
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BRA VE AND J30LD. "Leon Granville." "Have you ever seen -{lny of his handwriting?" "No." "Then you can't identify this as his?" "No; but I cannot think of any one else likely to write it. I Q.on't know how he found out that I used to black boots in front of the Astor House." "He refers to a boy named Sam Trent, working at Thorpe & Co.'s." "I know the boy. I have seen him with Leon Gran ville. That satisfies me that it was Leon who wrote the letter." "You would better look out for this Leon. It was my duty to tell you about it, but, of course, I shall take no notice of it. By the way, the writer says you obtained your place by misrepresenting your position." "He may think so, but Mr. Simmons knew very well what my business had been. He has seen me in front of the Astor House himself." ''No doubt this Leon will tell him, and find that he has wasted his time." "I hope he will. I have nothing to fear on that score.'' The next day the disclosure referred to took place. Mr. Kimball went into the main office where Mr. Sim mons was seated, and called his attention by a preliminary cough. "Have you anything to say to me, Mr. Kimball?" asked "I wished to say a word in reference to the new boy, Ned Newton." "Very well.'' "I presume you are not fully acquainted with his his tory.' "Perhaps not; what do you know about him? If it is anything likely to affect his usefulness or anything against his character, I shall be glad to hear you communicate it.'' "It is not exactly against his character; but still, con sidering that ours is a high-toned shop, I think it worthy of atten tion." "Proceed!" "Do you know that this boy formerly, indeed recently, as I learn, was employed as a bootblack in front of the Astor House?" Kimball expected to see his employer show signs of astonishment, but in this he was disappointed. "Yes, I 9m quite aware of it," answered Mr. Simmons. "I have seen him there myself." Kimball's countenance fell. His terrible disclosure had fallen fl.at. "Oh, if you know it already, that is sufficient;'' he stammered. "I didn't know as you would like to employ a boy likely to be reco2"nized by some of our customers as a bootblack." "That is not likely to affect his usefulness as a clerk. "If he were dishonest. now, or were caught stealing from the store, that would be a different thing." He fixed his eyes upon Kimball, in a manner which the latter did not understand. He could not, of course, com prehend that Mr. Simmons was desirous that a charge of dishonesty should be brought against Ne
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20 BRA VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER xrv. LEON'S TRICK. Leon Granville was extremely incensed against Ned when he found that his anonymous letter had had no effect. "If I can only that young bootblack kicked out of the store I shall be happy," he said, to himself. He had already formed a plan to get Ned into trouble, and re solved to carry it out \Vithout delay. As the youngest clerk, it was the duty of Ned to arrive first and open the store. It was a chiLy day in Septem ber, and our hero wore a fall overcoat which had been given him by his friend, Fred Stanhope. This he hung up in a closet in the back part of the store, which was specially designed for the hats and coats of the em ployees. Later it happened that only Leon and Roscoe St. Clair, the young salesman, were left in the store. The rest had gone out to dinner. "Are you not going to dinner, Mr. St. Clair?" asked Leon. "No; I don't care for any lunch to-day." The fact was, Mr. St. Clair had been a l i ttle extrava gant, having been tempted by a handsome silk scarf, and had resolved to make up for his unusual out : ay by ab staining from lunch for a few days. "Confound him l" thought Leon. "vVhy won't he go?" "You'd better go out for a walk, then," said. Roscoe St. Clair was not given to suspicions, but it did dawn upon him that Leon seemed unusually anxious to get rid of him. His curiosity was excited, and he an swered, "Perhaps you are right, Leon. l will just take the air a few minutes. But it will leave you alone." "Never mind!" said Leon. "One of the other clerks will be in directly, and we don t have many custol'ners at this hour, you know." "That is true," answered St. Clair, as he took his hat and left the store. "Thank Heaven! I've got rid of him. N'ow I'il do the business for the young bootblack," said Leon. But Roscoe St. Clair, instead of taking a walk away from the store, stepped into an alleyway at one side, on which there was a window allowing an outsider to look into the shop. He quickly reached the window, and looking in, himself unobserved, watched to see what Leon was about. He saw his young fellow-clerk go to a box containing a dozen new and rich French silk ties, and draw therefrom three or four. St. Clair supposed he was going to appro priate them to his own use, but continued to watch. Leon, with the ties in his hand, swiftly went to the closet, and slipped them into the pocket of Ned's over coat. It must be explained that Neu had gone out to lunch without it, the weather having moderated p::r ceptibly since morning. Luckily, from his place at the window St. Clair saw the whole. It is needless to say that the little man, who was himself the soul of integrity, was horror-struck by this evidence of malice. "He is doing that to get Ned into trouble," he said. "It is lucky I saw it. I won't let on till it is necessary." In order that Leon might not suspect that he had been seen, St. Clair swiftly withdrew from his post of observa tion, rnd took a wa:k as far as the Astor House. There he loitered five minutes at a paper stand, and then strolled back. After Leon had accomplished the trick he had in view for a considerabie time, a complacent smile sat up on his face. "There, Master Ned," he reflected, "I rather guess your kettle of fish is cooked at last. I don't think you will much longer be in the employ of Mr. Elias Simmons. You will have to go back to your old business, if you are lucky enough to escape a four-weeks' residence at Black we:t s Island. I wonder what your fashionable friend, Fred Stanhope, will say when he learns what has become of his bootblack friend." Just then a clerk came in, and soon all were back at their posts. Roscoe St. Clair looked curiously at Leon as he en tered. A new light had been thrown upon his character, and St. Clair was almost surprised to find looking as usual. If I had been up lo such a piece of rascality," he thought, 'I should show it in my face and manner. How can any one be so wicked?" "Well, Mr. St. C lai r, don't you feel better for your walk?" asked Leon, lightly. "I don't know but I do. Have you been out yourself?" "No; but I may slip out m half an hour or so." ''l wonder how soon he is going to fire the mine, anJ try to involve Ned in the explosion?'" St. Clair asked him self. "'Shall l give Ned a hint of it?" On this point he was undecided, but concluded on the whole that he would let matters take their course, since he would always be ab]e to clear Ned by giving an account of what he had seen through the window. The suspense, however, made him seem unusually nervous. Mr. Simmons was out-indeed he had been out for a couple of hours. Leon began to feel anxious for his return. He wanted the grand explosion to come during the presence of the proprietor. The sensation would be greater, and as Mr. Simmons was rather a quick-tem pered man, he thought it probable that in his indignation he would either summarily discharge Ned, or perhaps have him arrested. The last would please Leon best, for

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' BRA VE A.1.\D BOLD. 21 bis envy and jealousy had become so strong that mere dismissal did not seem to him sufficient. He went up to his uncle, the head clerk, whose name, as will be remembered, was Kimball. "Mr. Simmons stays out a long time," said Leon. "Longer than usual. I think he will be back soon Then observing a significant look on his nephew's face, he added, "Did you want to see him about anything?" "Yes; I've made a discovery about his favorite, Ned 1\ewton." "I see," Kimball responded, with a look of intelligence. "And I am waiting till he comes back to tell him." "You won't have to wait long, for here he is." In fact Mr. Simmons at that moment entered the store. '"Better wait a few minutes!" whispered Kimball. "It will look better." ''\Vill you mention to 1\1r. Simmons that I have something to say to him?" 'Presently, Leon. Leave the matter to me." Twenty minutes later Kimball went up to his employer. "}Ir. Simmons," he said, "Leon has something to communicate to you. I don't kno'vv what it is, but he seems to think it important." "Send him to me," said the merchant. CHAPTER XV. A FALSE CHARGE. presence of Mr. with a well air "'of respectful deference. He was a politic boy, and he understood that the best way to ingratiate one's s e lf with a man is commonly to recognize his su periority. "Mr. Kimball tells me that you have something lo say to me," began Elias Simmons. "Yes, sir," answered Leon, and then stopped. "What is it?" "I don't like to tell you, but I think it my duty to do so." "\Vhy don "t you like to tell me?" "Because it is likely to prejudice you against a person who is in your employ," answered Leon, casting down J:iis eyes. "To whom do you refer?" asked the merchant. "Don't beat about the bush, but say what you have to say." "I refer to Ned Newton." "Ha!" said Mr. Simmons, with evidently increased in terest, and for the first time laying down his pen. "\Vbat have you to tell me about that boy?" "'vV ell, sir, I had occasion to examine a box of French ties-those you received by the last steamer-and 1 found to my surprise that several were missing ow I knew that there had not been so many sold, and I feared that they had been taken possibly by some outsider. Bnt I happened to look into the clothes closet this morning, and I saw one lying on the floor directly under the overcoat belonging to Ned Newton. I don't know that I did right, but on the impulse of the mom nt I felt in his pocket, and fow1d three of the ties there. The one I found on the floor I replaced in the box." "And you infer that young Newton stole the ties from the box." '"It looks like it, sir; doesn't it?" Elias Simmons paused before answering. He did not believe that Ned was a thief, and he had a shrewd sus picion that the boy before him knew more about the ties than Ned, but it suited him to credit the charge 1t might enable him to get Ned and his mother out of th e city, and this seemed to him even more necessary than ever, as he had just heard that Aunt Eunice had a severe cold, which in a person of her age might prove serious, possibly fatal. "Yes," he answered, after a pause; 'it does look like it. I thank you for te!ling me." Leon's eyes glowed with satisfaction. It was evident that his scheme was working well. ''You can send young NewtoJ?. to me," said Sim mons, "and you may come with him ''Very well, sir." Ned was standing behind the counter, quite unaware of the danger that menaced him, when Leon approached am! said, "Newton, Mr. Simm'ons wishes to speak to you." "Very well!" said 1\ed, thinking that it was upon some business matter. Leon followed him to the merchant's desk. "I believe you wish to see me," said Ked. "Yes; I wish to speak to you on a of some im portance There was something in the merchant's tone that struck Ned unpleasantly, and he waited further words, merely bowing. "Some French ties recently a
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22 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Leon, lead the way to the clothes closet!" "You shall be accommodated," said the merchant. Nothing loath, Leon started off, Elias Simmons and Ned Newton following close behind him. Leon pointed to Ned's overcoat which was hanging from a nail. Then he plunged his hand into the right-hand pocket, and drew therefrom three fine French ties. "You see I told the truth, Mr. Simmons," said Leon, looking maliciously at Ned. "What have you to say to this?" demanded Mr. Sim mons, sternly. Ned flushed and then paled. He was almost speech less with indigrtation. But at last he found words. "All I cay say, sir, is that I know nothing whatever of the ties, or how they got into my pocket." "That is a weak defense." "It may be weak, but I think I can explain it." "Do so." "They were put there by Leon Granville, a bo y who dislikes me, with the intention of g i etting me into trouble." Leon was prepared for this accusation, and he took it coolly. "Mr. Simmons," he said, "I have b e en in your nearly two years, and no such charge has ever before been made ag-ainst me." "That is true." "This boy, Ned Newton, has been in the store only a few weeks. I admit that I don't like him. but T don't think that proves anything." "Certainly not," said the merchant, who had his reasons, as we know, for countenancing Leon, and hacking up his charge against Ned ; "Have you anything more to say, Newton?" asked l\1r. immons. "Yes, sir; I wish to ask Leon how he found out that the ties were in the pocket of my overcoat." "I can answer that readily. I had occasion to come to the closet, and saw a tie on the floor just under your coat. It occurred to me that there might be some others in your pocket, and I accordingly put in my hand, and found these three." "You didn't take them out?" "No; I put them back, not feeling at 'iberty to meddle with what did not belong to me. I can only say that I was very sorry to find out that you were dishonest, and didn't like to expose you, but thou ght it my duty to l\1r. Simmons, my kind and liberal employer." Ned regarded him with undisguised scorn. "You seem to be a hypocrite as well as a sneak," he said. "I don't care for you r abuse," said Leon. meekly. "Mr. Simmons will understand what it means." "I wish to ru-.k you one question-did you not send an anonymous letter to Fred Stanhope, hoping to prej udicr him against me?" Leon colored, and looked embarrassed. He took refuge . m evasion. "I don't see what that has to do with the matter," he said .. "It has nothing to do with the matter," said Elias Sim mons," decidedly. "I have no concern with the relations of friendship or enmity that subsist between you two boys. It is my business, however, to keep thieve? ont of my em ployment. It seems clear to me that you, Edward New ton, have repaid my kindness and liberality in the basest manner. Perhaps I ought not to feel surprised consider ing your past history and associat i ons. I might ordt!r your arrest, and proceed against you criminally, but I will forbear, on condition that you will leave the city within a week, and go to some new place where you ca11 lead a more creditable life." "Mr. Simmons, you are very unjust!" exclaimed Ned. "I am as innocent of theft as you are !" "What proof can you bring of your innocence? T o what witness can you appeal?" Ned was silent. but he was not called upon to answer Roscoe St. Clair, who gnessed what was g oing on, and had listened to the last part of the conversa"l:ion, resented himself boldly, and said, "I am the witness you are lookin g for, Ned. You didn't take those ties. I know the one who did l" _,. Elias Sirnmo'1s l ooked at St. Clair in and Leon was the picture of consternation. CHAPTER XVI. NED'S VINDICATION. "Do you know ;mything abo11t this affair 1\I r. St. Clair?" asked the merchant, aft e r a pause. "Yes, sir answered the little clerk, with unu s ual firm ness. "Did you see young Newton take the tie s ?" "No, sir; nor did any one else see him do it." "Probably not." said Leon, si g nificantly. "He wasn't lik ly to do it when any one was loo kin g on." "I saw the ties taken, however," went on Roscoe St. Clair, in a tone quite as s ignificant as Leon's. Leon shower! unmistakable signs of nervousness, and fixed his eyes on St. Clair, with an expression of evid e nt alarm. "Explain yourself," said the merchant, co'dl y St. Clair told his story. He dwelt upon the evident desire of Leon to ge,t him out of the way. This he said excited his curiosity, and he slipped into the alleyway to watch the interior of the store. Leon became more and more nervous.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 23 "Spy!" he exclaimed. "Yes ; I became a spy, and events showed that I was justified in doing so," said St. Clair. "I saw you, Leon Granville, go to the box of ties, take out several, and going to the closet, slip them into the pocket of Ned Newton's overcoat." "That's a lie!" ejaculated Leon, but his voice trembled. "You cou ldn't see into the closet from the window." "If you doubt it you can go out and try it for yourself. I am ready to swear that you put the ties into Ned's over coat. I suspected your object, for I knew you disliked him, and was resolved to speak in his favor." Ned grasped St. Clair's hand, and said gratefully, "I you, Mr. St. Clair. You have done me a great service. I didn't suppose any one would be mean enough to get up such a plot against me." "How much do you expect to be paid for this convenient t e stimony, Mr. St. Clair?" asked Leon, in a tone meant to be scornful. "That does not deserve an answer," said St. Clair, with unwonted spirit. "I think, Mr. Simmons, that I don't need to defend myself after this testimony," said Ned. "As for you, Leon, the time may come when you will be ashamed of your meanness." "Do you belieye them, 1Ir. Simmons?" asked Leon, with bold assun1nce. "They are evid ntly in league to r gethe ." "Do you deny what I h ve charged you with?" asked St. Cl?ir. 'Yes, I do; and I wait for Mr. Simmons' decision." Elias Simmons paused a moment in indecision. He folly believed St. Clair's testimony, but he did so against his will. It interferred \Yi th his plans. "I will take the matter into consideration," he said. "The testimony is contradictory, and requires reflection. You can all go back to your work, and whet} I have made up my mind I will let you know." The three clerks returned to their duties Leon, with the consciousness of guilt, felt most uncomfortable. He to his uncle, and in a low voice acquainted him with the unlucky issue of the conspiracy. "You \:; ere a fool not to make sure that there was no spy watching you," said Kimball, bluntly. "I certainly didn't expect St. Clair, who is half an idiot, would be watching me." "He is in with young Newton, and no one is too much of a fool to use his eyes." "'What shall I do? Do you think .Mr. Simmons will discharge me?" "Not if I can help it. I will do what I can to prejudice him against Ned and tbat dude St. Clair. Just go about your business, and I w111 try to manage for you. On! y don't put your oar in, for you won't help matters." The fact was, Mr. Simmons was in a quandary. He wanted to discharge Ned and get him out of the city, and hoped to do so by this charge of dishonesty; but the tables were turned, and there seemed no good pretext for taking this course. About three o'clock his s o n Eustace came into the store. Eustace had not been in his father's store since Ked was employed there, being in daily attendance at school. He caught sight of our hero, and said, in a patronizing manner: "Oh, it's you, is it?" ':Yes," answered Ned. "Quite a raise for you to get into such a store as this." Ned nodded. "My father was very l
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24 BRA VE AND BOLD. ness. She said also that she would probably call at the store." "Good Heavens! what if she should see that boy, Ned?" "Just what I say. I always thought you were impru dent to take him into the store." "I had a reason for it, but it looks now as if my plan had miscarried." "Can't you send him away to-morrow? If she sus pected who he was it would make a pretty kettle of fish." "I think I shall discharge him altogether. Something has happened this morning which will give me a conveni ent pretext. It's a terrible thing to have such a cloud hanging over my head. Aunt Eunice doesn't like me very much, and if she should come across this boy and his mother she might take it into her head to leave them all her property. "I am very glad you told me of Aunt Eunice's visit," continued Elias Simmons. "She hasn't been here for two years, and I should not have dreamed of danger from such a source." "Isn't the news worth two dollars, fath er?" asked Eustace. His father's answer was to draw a two-dollar bill from his pocket, and put it into his son's hand. Eustace left the store well pleased, and sought the Bowery, where he visited a dinie museum. CHAPTER XVII. DISMISSED WITHOUT A RECOMMENDATION. Ned supposed that he had been vindicated, and that his troubles were at an end. Butin this he reckoned without his host, or rather, without a knowledge of his uncle's secret dislike and fear of him. About an hour before the store usually closed he was summoned to the presence of Mr. Simmons. The latter seemed embarrassed. "I have sent for you to say that I cannot retain you in my service," he commenced. "Why not, sir?" asked Ned. "Have I nott perfpnned my duties properly?" "Well, ahem you are inexperienced." "You knew that, sir, when you engaged me. I have done my best to learn what is required of me." "Then, again, the trouble of this afternoon," proceeded Mr. Simmons lamely. "But I am not responsible if a false charge is brought against me," returned Ned, indignantly. "Well, it doesnt seem quite clear how the matter stands." "Didn't Mr. St. Clair clear me? If I had brou g ht a false accusation against one of my fellow-clerks I should expect to be discharged." "I won't pretend to judge between you. I am intend ing to discharge Leon, too." "Then, sir, I have nothing to say." "I shall pay you to the end of the week, but I wish you to consider this your last day of service." "Very well, sir!" "You may send Leon Granville to me." Ned bowed acquiescence. Leon sought his employer's desk, feeling rather nervous. "I have just young Newton," began Mr. Simmons Leon's eyes expressed delighted surprise. J thought you would attach, no credit to St. Clair's--"" story," he said. "But I do, or; rather, I consider it an open question." Leon's countenance fell. "Under the circumstances I have decided to discharge you both." Consternation was clearly depicted on Leon's face. "I didu't expect this,'" he said. "It is the shortest way out of the difficulty." "But, sir, h o w shall I get along? I need the sa.lary I get." "So does Ned Newton. However, you will be p,ttid to the end of the week, and if you will come around on Monday morning I may decide to take you back. Not a word of this, however, to young .. ewton, who has been told that you, as well as he. are to go.' r -Leon looked much relieved. After a:l his pay was not to be stopped, and all it amounted to was that he would have three days' vacation-something to which he had no possible objection. "I sir. I won't breathe a word to Ned Newton." "You and he can both go to the bookkeeper and receive I your week's wages. I would rather you would keep away from the stort for the balance of the week .. "It shall be as you say, sir. I try in every way to carry QUt your wishes." Leon pulled on a long face, and made it in his way tq spe a k to Ned. "Well," he said, ''I've had my walking papers. Are you to go, too?" "Yes," answereve're both in the same boat." "In one way, but not in another. I have done nothing to justify a discharge." "'vV e won't disp11te about that now, as we are both turned adrift. 1 only want to say that I h:i.ve no malice against you, in spite of all that has happened." "Why should you? It is you who have injured me." If Ned had had more knowledge of the world, he would

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BRA VE AND BOLD. have known that it is those who injure, rather than those who are injured, who feel the gre;;itest animosity. I will go farther," continued Leon, in a conciliatory tone, "anti say that if I get a place first, and have a chance to get you in, too, I will cheerfully do so." "Thank you," said Ned, stiffly, for he put not the slightest confidence in Leon's statement, "but I think it will be better that we should not be in the same store here after." "Just. as you say," returned Leon, indifferently. He went up to his uncle, who had felt somewhat anxious about his nephew's summons from his employer. "Uncle," he said, in a low voice, "Newton ai1d I are both discharged." --"\Vhat !" exclaimed his uncle, in dismay, for this would entail upon him the support of his nephew, while he was waiting to obtain a new position. "I'll go to Mr. Sim mons, and see if I can't induce him to take you back. I can't afford to have you idle." "Don't feel troubled, uncle! It'll all come right. I will tell you all about it after we leave the store." "I hope it will, for 1t isn't so easy to find a new place." "I sha'n't !1ave to find a place. It will all come out right." The head salesman was somewhat reassured by Leon's confident tone, but he could not see what grounds he had for assuming it. While Leon was holding this with his uncle, to speak to Roscoe St. Clair. "I've go t ticket," he said. "What is that for?" asked St. Clair, surprised. "Mr. Simmons seems to want to get rid of me, that's all I can say." "He doesn't believe you guilty after what I said?" "I don't k now At an)! rate, I am to go. Leon is to go, too." "That's one comfort. Don't forget to ask for a letter of recommendation. You will need it to secure another place." "I am glad you mentioned it." Ned took an opportunity to speak to Mr. Simmons before the close of business. "Will you ;llow me to refer to you, sir," he asked, "or give me a letter of recommendation?" Mr. Simmons looked annoyed. He wanted Ned to leave the city, and he did not feel disposed to make it easy for him to remain so dangerously near. He hesitated a moment, and thenmade answer. "I will allow you to refer to me on one condition." "What is that, sir?" "That you find a place in some other city." "I might find a place in Brooklyn, Mr. Simmons, but I don t see why you object to my remaining in New York." "l cannot give you a reference for either Brooklyn or New York," said Simmons, hastily. "Why not, sir?" "Your new employer might hear that a charge of dishonesty was brought against you here, and blame me for recommending you." This sounded plausible, but in view of his entire inno cence Ned felt that he was unjustly treated. "As a friend. I advise you to go to Philadelphia, or better still, to Chicago," continued the merchant, eying Ned, a11xiously, to see how the suggestion seemed to strike him. "I prefer to remain in New York, sir," answered Ned. "Here I have friends. I don't care to go among strangers." "Then I must decline to recommend you." When business closed Ned received his money and went home. His mother noticed his grave and serious look when he entered the house. "Has anything happened?" she asked. "Yes, mother, I bring you bad news. I am discharged." "But on what grounds? I am sure you have done nothing wrong." Ned told the story. His mother and Madge listened with indignation. "What a bad boy that Leon is," cried Madge. "I"d like to pull his hair." "Or apprentice him to Mrs. McCurdy,'' suggested Ned. "Well, it can't be helped. I shall try to find another place. But this will be a difficulty. Mr. Simmons won't allow me to refer to him-that is, unless I consent to leave the city." "But why should he want you to leave the city?" "I don't know. I will give you the reason he assigned." Mrs. Newton listened attentively. "I don't think that is the true reasorl," she said, in con clusi o n. "I think there is something behind." "There may be, but I can't imagine what it can be. Well, mother, I won't be discouraged. I think I can make a living without Mr. Simmons. If the worst comes I can go. back to my old business, though I should hate to." CHAPTER XVIII. MISS SIMMONS CALLS AT THE STORE. About eleven o'clock the next morning a small, old lady, somewhat bent, and apparently feeble, walked slowly up Fulton Street, S1Jpported on the arm of a woman of middle age. It was Miss Eunice Simmons, and her companion was Jane Barclay. The two women reached the store, and entered it.

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BRA VE AJ\D BOLD. Elias Sinunons had been on the watch for the visitors, and he hastened to the door to receive them. "How glad I am to see you, Aunt Eunice," he said. "I consider it a great compliment that you should come so far to see me." "But I didn't," said the old lady, bluntly. "I came to the city to see my. lawyer." "Indeed, aunt!" said Elias, his tone showi11g some anxiety. "/as the business v.ery important?" "All business is important, :>! ephew Elias." "Of course; bnt would he not have gone to Brooklyn to vour house?" "And charged me roundly for his trouble? I have no doubt be would. But I am not bedridden, Elias, and I am strong enough to come to New York." "Of course; I was only considering your comfort." By this time the ladies were seated, one of the clerks having been directed to bring chairs for their use Miss Eunice began to cast lier eyes about the store-sharp eyes they were, too, in 8pite of her age. "You've got a showy store here, Eli?.s," she said. "Yes, I think it looks pretty passable." "And no doubt :vou are doing a fine business?" "Yes," answered Elias Simmons, hesitatingly, "my busi ness is very sat_isfactory, but if I had a little extra capital I could do considerably more." "I have heard you say that l:lefore." said the old lady, dryly. "Let well enough alone! That is my advice. Y mt surely must make enough to support yourself hand somelv ''Certainly, certainly! But, Aunt Eunice, I am ambitious. It is tantalizing to think how much more I might do, and you.know I have my son to provide for." 'If you leave him this business it ought to be enough "Eustace doesn't seem to ha\e a fancy fo1 business. I think of sending him to college, and educating him to a profession." wrhen he's a great scholar, is he?" "\Vell, I don't know that I can say that, but he can hold his own." "Like his father before him," suggested the old lady, with a laugh, which did not strike pleasantly on the ears of her nephew. "If I had even three thousand dollars more," said Elias, trying to bring back the conversation to the point that interested him, "I wouid take the adjoining store, and extend my operations." "No doubt it would prove a very unw-ise step You've got a large enough business to care for now. A5 to that boy of yours, I advise you to take him into the store, and teach him business. I don't believe he'll benefit the worid much in a profession.'' "I will speak of it to him anJ his mother,'' said E:ias, biting his lips with vexation at the persistent way in which his aunt evaded his hints about a loan. "Do so. The chances are that if vou make a lawi;er of him he won't earn his salt. By theway. Elias. you heard anything a bout Hester or her boy?" "Not a \\ore!, aunt." "\Vhat steps have you taken to find out !f either is now Ji l'ing ?" "I have employed an agent to look up the matter, :i.nd see if he can fincl a As yet he can learn nothing v their fate, but is disposed to agree \Yith me that both are dead 0 course this statement was wholly false, as Elias, for reasons easily gnessc
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BRA VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XIX. NED FEELS BLUE. 111011gh Ned was usually cheerful and hopeful, he was conside r ably depressed by his summary dismissal from the service of Mr. Simmons. He soon found that it would be difficult to obtain another place under the circumstances. Ned began to find that his brief tenure of office with Mr. Simmons had been very unfortunate for him and he felt bitterly indignant at that gentleman's refusal to give him such a letter as would help him to secure a position elsewhere. A day or two afterward he learned something that made him still more indignant. Passing through Fulton Street about noon, he looked through the open door into the store where he had so recently been employed, and to his amazement saw Leon behind the counter. "So it was only a blind telling me that Leon was dis charged!" he said, to himself. The injustice ran)d ed in his breast, and he involuntarily clinched his fist. It was certainly aggravating to think that this boy, who had plotted against him so basely and treacherously, suffered no harm, while he, an innoc ent v ic tim of falsehood, whose innocence, moreover; had been amply proved, was left out in the cold. "I wish I could find out how matters stand," he said, to himself; and was considering whether he had better go inside and ask an explanation when, to his joy, he saw Roscoe St. Clair, his only friend in the store, come out, no doubt on his way to lunch. Ned quickly joined him . St. Clair started when Ned put his hand on his shoulder, for he was naturally timid and nervous. "You g-ave me quite a start, Mr. Newton," he said. our hero. "Ned, I mean. I am glad to see you. Have you got another place?" "Not yet; but I have something to ask you. Didn't I Leon behind the counter?" "Yes; he has never been away." "l\Ir. Simmons discharged him at the same time with me "It was only make believe. He was back again the next day." "This is mean and unjust!" exclaimed Ned, flushing. "Of course it is. But, Ned, there has been an other dis charg-e." "Who is it?" St. Cl<>.ir smi led gravely. "I am the one," he said. 'Mr. Simmons catled me up this morning. and requested me to find another place." "Did you ask him why you were discharged?" asked Ned, with fresh indignation. "I did; but he only answered that he thought he could get a more satisfactory clerk for the same money." "Leon and his uncle are at the bottom of this, Mr. St. Clair." "I am sure of it, for Leon took the opportunity just afterward to say to me: 'Perhaps, Mr. St. Clair, you will learn to mind your own business in future, anJ not inter fere with me.' "I should like to whip that fellow!" said Ned. bitterly. "Why is it that such miserable cravens can triumph over those who try to do their duty?" "I try to hope that it will all come out right," said St. Clair. SaUl\; uut. 1\t.cl. it i s bard on me. I don't know when I shall find another place, and I haven't ten dollars saved up in the world. Perhaps I ought to have been more prudent, but it is very hard to save up anything on nine dollars a we<:k." "It certainly is," said Ned, sympathetically. "The wor0t nf it is vo11 were discharg-ed on my account." "Don't think of that, Ned. You are my friend, and I am glad l was able to prove that Leon's charge against you was false." "Something must be done," said Ned, slowly. "I, too, am in a bad position. I can't get a place because Mr. Simmons won't give me a recpmmendation. Leon seems to have revenged himself pretty effectually on you and myself." "So he has. I don't find it easy to hate anybody; and perhaps it is wrong, but I do hate that boy, Leun. "It would be very strange if you didn't. If Mr. Sim mons were a fair and just man, he wouldn't have suc ceeded in his plot, but he seems to be about as bad as his clerk. This is all the more strange so far as I am con cerned, because-I am going to tell you a secret, Mr. St. Clair-bcause Elias Simmons is my mother's cousin!" "You don't tell me so!" ejaculated St. Clair, his face showing the intense amazen;ient he felt. "It is quite true, but I wish you not to speak of it at present, as it will do me no good." "But he must have some object in treating you thus." "I think he has, but what it is I don't know. I may learn after a while." In the afternoon Ned sat down in Madison Square to rest, after fruitless visits to two stores in upper Broadway. He felt decidedly blue, and began to think he might have to return to his old business of blacking boots, though this would be a bitter trial to him. It was about half-past three o'clock when he sat down on one of the park benches. He was aroused from a sad reverie by a fa miliar voice. "What are you doing here at this hour?" asked Fred Stanhope, for it was he. Ned's face li1rhted up. He was glad to tell his story to so stanch a friend. "I am doing nothing, and that is all I have to do," he answered. "I thought you were in a store in Fulton Street?" said Fr,,.rl 011rnrio,.r1 "So I was, but I have been discharged." "1J1schargeJ Why?" "Because of the enmity of Leon Granville." "Tell me all ab9ut it," said Fred, seating himself on the bench beside his friend. Fred needed no prompting, but told the entire story in detail. "It is hard to believe that any man can be so unjust as this Mr. Simmons," said Fred, after a pause. "I can't understand it myself. It must be owing to the influence of Leon's uncle, who is head salesman." "Have yo u tried to get a new "Yes, but l\1 r. Simmons will not recommend me, and no one will take me without a recommendation from my last place. The fact that I stayed there so short a time also acts against me. My prospects never were poorer, Fted.

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DR \ VI! AXD BOLD. I don't see anything before me but to return to my old bus iness," Ned concluded, with a sigh. "Don't think of it," said Fred, quickly. "You forget one thing." "'i\That is that?" "That my grandfather and I are your friends "I value your friendship, Fred. you may be sure, and perhaps, if you. were in business I might expect you to g ive me a place. But as it is I appreciate your sympathy .. ''I'11 tell you what to do. Ned. Come around and dine at our house, and we'll talk over the affaii:s with grandpa. ''Thank you, Fred. I won't come to dinner, but I will call this evening, if you arc not engaged "Come, then. I think we'll find a wav out of the diffi culty. And now I must be going, I'm just on my wav from school." K ed was cheered by this conversation and tbe outspoken sympathy of Fred. Perhaps there might be a chance for him vet. CHAPTER XX. NED'S GOOD LUCK. After the rebuffs he' had met with during the day it was very pleasant for Ned to rec eive the warm welcome he did at l\fr. Stanhope's. F!ecJ had told the story to his g r and father, so that l\ ed was spa red the trouble of recfring a disagreeable tale. ''Fred tells me yon are ont of husiness, my young friend," said Mr. offering bis hand, cordiall}. "Yes, sir; and from my experience to-day I am afraid I am likelv to remain out of bu siness for some time. "Things may turn out better than you expect It ap pears to me that you have been very unfairly treated ., "I think so. I don't knmv whether I enr told vou that l\Ir. Simmons is my mother's cousin." "That makes it still more stran;-:e,"' said :.\fr. Stanhope. su rprised. "Do you think he knew of the relationship?" "Yes, sir; I think the name would reveal that." "I b egi n to feel interested. I st:spect that :\fr. Sim mons h
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I BRA VE AND BOLD. "You will have your joke, Ned. I don't think as a newsboy I would be a success." .. 1\or I. You wou1dn't have voice enough to call the pape rs. However, I think we can do better." \i\1 ithout going into details, I will here record the fact that Ned was eno-aged in an insurance offa:e at eight dollars a week, th; hours being from nine in the morning till five in the afternoon He was surprised at receiving such a liberal salary, but would have been less so if he had known that Mr. Stanhope made himself responsible for all of the salary over five dollars, but cautioned his new employer not to let Jed into the secret. As _for S_t. Clair, he was quite enchanted, when on presentmg his letter to a jobbing house on Church Street, he was offered a clerkship at twelve dollars a week. I am inclined to think that Mr. Stanhope, who was a silent partner In this house. fixed the salary. CHAPTER XXL BRIDGET M'CURDY REAPPEARS. On Monday evening Ned and l\fr. St. Ua1r were sauntering along Broadway just above Street when they came face to face with Leon Granv11.e, who was walking with a of his own stamp. A super cilious smile lighted up face, as he stopped to speak with them. "Good-evening!" he said, pausing. "Good-evening!" ans were d Ned. coldly, for he de spised the boy whose meanness had lost him his place "Are you resting from the labors of the day?" asked Leon, with a mocking smile. "'Yes." got a place yet?" "I went to work this morning." "You did? At your old business, I suppose?" "No; I am in an insurance office." Leon was disappointed and surprised "\Vhat do they pay you?" "Eight dollars a week "Is this true?" asked Leon, green with envy "I generally speak the truth." "I hope you will be as lucky, St. Clair,'.' said Leon, turning to Ned's companion "Situations are bard to get just at present, but--" ''Thank you," answered St. Clair, with pardonable pride, "but I am already provided for." "You don't say so!" ejaculated Leon, chopfallen "Is it a good place?" "I am to get twelve dollars a week You are kind to feel so much interest in me." '"What kind of a house is it?" -wholesale." "Would you mind mentioning me if there is a va cancy?" asked Leon, eagerly. "I wouJan't think of taking you from Mr. Simmons," answered St. Clair. po'itely Leon's mortification was intense. He had unwillingly done a good turn to the two whom he meant to injure. The next day both f\I r. Kimball and f\I r. Simmons were informed of the good luck of the two friends. The mer chant cared nothing for St. Clair, but he was seriously annoyed and disturbed by Neds success. "He is a thorn in my side," he muttered, "a thorn in my side!" * * * That very Monday Eunice Simmons, goi n g i n to t he kitchen, saw a stout woman, with a red nose and a bloated face standing over the washtub. "Are you the woman l\1iss Barclay engaged?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am," answered Bridget McCurdy, for it was she. At the close of her term of imprisonment, Mrs. l\kCurdy had made her way at once to her former home, but no one there could give her any news of Madge. So she had taken odd jobs to keep her in food and whiskey. "So you go out washing?" said Miss Simmons. "Yes, ma'am, but I ought not to I'm so wake and delicate that I ought to have some lighter work." "Indeed, you look weak and delicate,'' said Miss Eunice, with an irony which Bridget did not understand. "Indade I am, and a most unfortunate woman I had a gal, Madge, that used to help me, ti:! she was stole away by the Newtons--" "Who?" demanded Eunice Simmons, in a quick, startled voice. "Them Newtons! l\1rs. Newton and Ned, that used to live in the same house with me. They got Madge away when I was visiting in the country" this was the way Mrs. i\' [cCurdy referred to her sojourn on Blackwell's Isl a nd. "\Vhen I came back they were gone." "Tell me about the Newtons," said Miss Simmons, in strong excitement "I once knew a family of that name." Mrs. McCurdy answered lier questions, and Eunice Simmons became satisfied that her long quest was at length ended. "J\Irs McCurdy," she said, "if you will find Mrs. New ton :md her son for 111e. I will (Yive vo11 ::i h11nr1rt>cl "How!y mother of Moses!" ejaculated Bridget; "I'll do it or pirish in the attimpt Shure, you're in luck at last, Bridget McCurdy !" CHAPTER XXII. MRS. M'CURDY SUCCEEDS IN HER MISSION. The next day Mrs. :tvicCurdy set out on her pilg ri mage She went directly to Bleecker Street, thinking she might hear tidings of Madge, and through her of Mrs. Newton. She addressed herself to an old apple woman on a street corner. "Have you seen augh t of a little match girl ma'am, lately? She .3 about tin years old, and has a p u rty face She looks as I used to whin I was a gal." "You have changed a good deal, then,'' said the apple woman. "Shure I have. What wid the hard work that has made me wake and delicate, and the worry of b r in?in' up a fami1y, I'm not what I was But about the gal?' "Is her name Madge?" "Yes," answered Mrs. McCurdy, eagerly "She used to come here to sell matche5, but she d oesn't now. "Then you haven't seen her lately?" asked .Britget, dis appointed "l saw her yesterday

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' 30 BRAVE AND BOLD. "Did you spake with her? Did she tell you where she "Why do you want tti find her?" asked the apple woman, suspiciously. "Are you the woman that carried her off some months ago?" "Yes. I am: but I mane her no harm." "Don't you want to take her away again?" I don't I've got no home to take her to." "Then I don't see why you want to see her," said the apple woman, still suspiciousiy. ''Then I'll tell you, ma'am. I want to find the lady she's stayin' wid. I've got good news for her." "What sort of news ?" "There's a rich ould !eddy in Brooklyn that wants to find her, and lave her a lot of mone\." The apple woman eyed Mrs. McC urdy closely, to see w.';ether she seemed to be speaking the truth, but Bridget looked uncommonly honest, and she felt inclined to help her. "She told me she lived in Fourth Street," she answered. "Thank you, ma'am." "You are sure you mean the little gal no ham1 ?" "I'm ready to swear it, ma'am," said Bridget, briskly. She was soon in Fourth Street, which is not far from Bleecker Street. "I wish I knew the number." said Mrs. !\kCurdy, to herself; "I'd be earnin' the money aisy." She walked up and down Fourth Street for some time in a perplexed state of mind. Which of the houses she was passing contained the family she wanted so much to see? She couldn't well inquire at every door. But for tune at last favored Mrs. McCurdy. perhaps because she was now really engaged in a praiseworthy enterprise. TI1e old woman's heart leaped joyfolly when she saw the girl she knew so well emerging from the door of an English basement house. Madge was quite unconscious of the nearness of one whom she so much dreaded till she felt a hand upon her shoulder, and looking around saw the familiar face of Mrs. McCurdy. She trembled and seemed ready to drop, so great was the shock "So it's you, Madge!" said Bridget, looking much pleasanter than Madge had ever seen her. "Yes, Aunt Bridget. Please let me go. "Don't be afraid, Madge," said Bridget, in a reassuring tone. "I don't mane you no harm. Are you stayin' wid them Newtons?" "Yes. Please don't take me away." "I won't, if yol1'll do as I tell you." '"What is that?" "Take me to Mrs. Newton. I've got some busmess with her. Docs she live here?" Yes, Aunt Bridget." "Then we'll go in together." This Madge was willing to do. for she felt that once in the house, and in the presence of Mrs. Newton, be would be safe. Mrs. -ewton was sitting in a rockin g -chair. when Madge entered. follo,:.-ed by She looked at the old woman in amazement. "Mrs. 'McCurcly !" sh exclaimed. "Yes, Mrs. Newton. I'd have called before if I'd known where you lived, but I only just found out from Madge." Was it to be peace or war? Mrs. Newton did not know what to think. "I hope you are well, Mrs. McCurdy," she said. "I'm always wake and delicate, Mrs. Newton, as you well know, but I'm feelin' middlin' well this momin' !" ''I hope you haven't come to take away Ilfadge ?" "No, ma'am; I see that Madge is well off with you, and ifs all I want. No, I come from an old !eddy in Brooklyn who's very anxious to se:e yott." CHAPTER XXIII. AUN' f AND :NlECE MEET. "An old lady in Brookl)'Tl !" exclaimed Mrs. Newton, in amazement, as Mrs. McCurdy told her errand. '"What is her name?"' "It's an old maid-Miss Eunice Simmons," replied the Irish woman. "Aunt Eunice living? I heard she was dead! And she wants to see me?" "She sent me ixpressly to find you." "Vif here does she live?'' "I'll take you there, ma'am, if you"ll go. Is she kin to you?" "She is my aunt-she brought me up. I have not seen her for yea rs." "I hear she's rich." said Mrs. McCurdy, significantly. "I hope y ou won't forg e t your old friend, Biddy, whin you're ridin' in your carriage." "Take me to Aunt Eunice, and I will reward you well." "There's nothin' like bein' paid twice {or the same worruk." reflected Bridget, complacently. Leaving 11adge in charge of a neighbor, Mrs. Newton prepared hastily for the trip to Brooklyn, and the ill assorted pair set out at once, attracting some attention from the contrast they exhibited. Meanwhile Miss Eunice Simmons was feeling very much excited bv the chance information she had obtained from Mrs. McCurdv. She straightway it to her faithful maid, Jane Barclay. "It may be Hester," said Jane, cautiously, "but don't be too sure of it. Miss Eunice, for you may be mistaken, and then you will suffer from the disappointment." "I am sure it is Hester," said the old lady, positively. "The description tallies i n every respect." "Then, again. Mrs. McCurdy may not succeed in find ing Mrs. Ne\'ltOn." "Jane, you are a perfect wet blanket," said Miss Sim mons, in a tone of vexation. "Let me; at any rate, in dulge in the pleasant anticipation." "And if there is disappointment?" "I will bear it. I have borne disappointment before. But oh, Jane. how it will change the world for me. It will cive 1J1e a new lease of life." ''Then I hope, my d ear mistr e ss it will turn out as you wish. I shall b e delighted to see Miss H e ster a g ain. Bnt don"t worry if you have to wait a week or a month." "I won't. I will be patient." But Miss Simmons was not compelled to wait so long. The next day, about one o'clock, the doorbell rang.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. Jane Barclay answered the summons, not dreaming that the lost niece had been found so soon. ''I've brought her, Miss Barclay," said Bridget, in a jubi lan t t one. "This is l.\frs. Newton." "Jane," sa id Mrs. Newton, with emotion. "Is Aunt Eunice well?" "It is Hester!" exdaimed Jane, joyfully, and she threw her arms around the neck of the widowed niece. ''\Vill my aunt receive me kindly?" asked Mrs. Newton, d o ubtfully. "She will speak for herself." "Who is it?" asked a voice, from the floor above. "Tell me quick, Jane." "Go up," said Jane Barclay. "You will find your aunt." At the h ead of the landing Mrs. Newton met the old lady. ''Have you forgiven me, aunt?" she said. "It is Hester I Heaven be praised!" ejaculated the old lady and she folded her niece in a close embrace. "Forgive you? It is for you to forgive me. I was a cross, disagreeable old woman, and I ought to have been ashamed of myself. Is that an answer?" "I won't have you call n arnes, Aunt Eunice." "Why did you never try to find me, Hester? That was unkind." "I thought you were too deeply offended with me. Be sides, I did not know where you lived. Elias Simmons told me you were dead, and died angry with me." "Elias Simmons told you that?" exclaimed the old lady. "Y, ." "\i\Then did he tell you?'' "Within a few months." "Then he knew you were alive?" "'l es." ''A:nd' you r boy?" "He is alive, and was once in the employ of Elias Simmons." ';Did Elias know he was your son?" "He knew his name." The old lad y's face became stern. "That man has been playing a double game," she s:iid. "He told me that you were both dead_:_that you died some year s s ince while on the way to San Francisc o in a sailing vessel. He brought Capt. WilJiams to my lawyer to make affidavit to having commanded the ship at the time you and your boy died "But what could have been bis object?" "What could have been his object? Isn't rt plain enough? He tho11ght I wonld leave him all my property. He will find bimse'.f mistaken!" The old lady nodded her head emphaticalfy. It was clear that Elias had spoiled his prospects. "And be has been pretending to hunt you up for me!" Miss Eunice went on, indignantly. "Did you ever hear of such perfidy?" "I did not think the love of money wouid i Jm,e made him stoop to such meanness." s "You don t know Elias And he doesn't Know me !" she added. "Bad he tried to g-rati fy me, and you had been re stored to me through his efforts, I would freely have left him half my I woul.d given him a libera l slice of it before I died. Now--" The hiatus was significant. "You won't forget me, ma'am?" said Mrs. McCurdy, anxiously. "You know what you promised me." "I never break my promises, Mrs. McCurdy; Jane, go up and get the wallet from my upper drawer." Jane Barclay returned in a brief space of time. Bridget McCurdy eyed the wallet as a hungry man eyes a good dinner. "I sent to the bank for the money at once," said Miss Simmons. "I did not expect yop would earn the reward so soon, but I meant to have it ready whenever it was wanted." "You're a lady, ma'am!" "And since you have been so prompt I shaU increase the reward. This wallet contains a hundred and fifty dollars, Mrs. McCurdy, all which I cordially and gladly give you." Bridget McCurdy's eyes sparldecl. "May you live a hundred years, ma'am," she ejaculated, raising her eyes in rapture, "apd grow younger every day!" "Thank you, Mrs. McCurdy. Less than that would carry me back to the days of my infancy, and I have no wish to go back so far as that." CHAPTER XXIV. CONCLUSION. Elias Sin1mons was sitting in his store on Fulton Street when a telegraph bo y in a message. It ran thus : "NEPHEW ELLIAS: Can you call at my house this afte rnoon? I wish to see you on business. "EUN ICE SIM MONS." The merchant's face brightened up. He had felt doubtful as to the t erms on which he st ood with Iiis aunt, but this seemed friendly, and a proof of renewed confidence. "It's all right!" he said, to himself. "Aupt Eunice wan t s to consult me about some investment, or perhaps she is intending to change her wi:J in my favor Seldom had Elias Simmons been so pleasant in his mann e r, and his clerks concluded that he had had stroke of luck. "I only hope it will continue," they thought. "The old man's been grouty so long tlw t a change is desirable." In fact, Elias Simmons had been deep in business troubles, due to attempting to carry on a business too large for his capital, and he even then considering how he w;:is to meet a note for fifteen hundred dollars whi c h would fa! due the next Monday. Three o'clock found him rin ging the bell at his aunt's door. Jane Barclay admitte d him. "I hope Eunice is \1vell, Jane," he said, with his sweetest' smile "She is quite well, Mr. Simmons," answered Jane, stiffly 'Tll get rid of that old cat when I come into aunt's money." Elias. But he only smiled pleasantly Ott Jane. and asked in a tone of interest if she were well. "Thank yot!. there's nothinf{ the matter with me," she replied "Please come up5tairs to your aunt's room!' 1fr. Simmons went upstairs in a very cheerful frarne of mind.

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BRA VE AND BOLD "I wonder what .Aunt Eunice is going to tell me?" he s::id, to himself. "J shouidn't be at all s11rprised if she is roin,,, i:o put some of her property into my hands to manage." There was a smile upon his face as he opened the door of the olitive that Hester and her boy are dead." "Unfortunately there is no doubt of it," said Elias "It is a great disappo'ntment to me." "And to me also, AU\11 Eunice." "You are of opinion that they died while on their way from New York to San Francisco?" "Yes; such is the testimony of Capt. Williams, a most t:ustworthy man." "And you have not seen Hester or her boy for years?" the old lady, fixing her sharp eyes on her nephew. al have not seen Hester, certainly. The boy I never s1w.'.' Miss Eunice g1anced significantly at Jane Barclay, who left the room. "Though it would affect your int e rests, Elias, you would be glad if Hester and her son could come to life again?" Can you doubt it, aunt?'' "Then you shall have that pleasure." What could his aunt mean? Elias Simmons asked l1imself question in a be"vildered way. He didn't have Jong to wonder. There was a sound of approaching steps, and Jane Barclay returned, followed by ton and Ted. "Hester,'' said the old lady. "this is your cousin, Elias, \\h orn you knew in earlier dws. Ned. I shail have to introduce you. as Mr. Simmons says he never saw you." Elias Simmons half arose from his c..1-ia ir, pale and panic-stncken He sank back without a 11ord to say. "Hester, when did you mert Eli a s last?" asked Eunice Simmons. "A few months since. He called upon me at my rooms.'' "Did he sav that I was m search of vou '" ''No: he told me that vou were dead." 'Edward, d id vou ever see \fr. Si1;nnons before::>" ''Yes, aunt. r' ,.,,orked for him at his store in Fulton '.::treet. "Did he kno ... : your name?" "Yes. Elias Simm o ns tried to think of something to say. but h e was overwhelmerl. Etini c e Simmons tt1rned to him, anc i said, sternly: "You!ba s e attempt to prevent my inrwith and her boy has recoiled 1Jpon yourself.'' Fo rp;ive me. a11nt I mus t have been mad!" I am afr:iid I shall find it hard to forgive you. I on't prom i s e. Yo t' !! O ::iw:i; no.v. Next !' (onday you n1a1 call upon my iawyer, and receive my ... l'lll ... Elias Simmons arose, and fairly sneaked out of the house. "Fool that I was!" he soliloquiz e d bitterly. ''I n : ig-ht have had half-now I shall have nothing." But it was not quite so bad as that. Miss Simmons through her lawyer agreed to give him five thousand d o l lars down if he would fonnally relinquish all future claims upon her estate. He could do no better, and agreed. This sum relieved him from embarrassment, and enabl e d him to put his business on a safe footing. Mrs. Newton did not go to live with her aunt, but too k a nice house near 9y, where Ned and Madge could li v e with her. Ned left his place, and is attending a private sch o ol of a high grade, with the laudable purpose of obtaining a good education. Roscoe St. Clair has been set up, by lVJiss Simmons at Ned's request, in a small business on Sixth Avenue, and he recently had an application to take Leon Granville into his employ, Leon having been de tected in pilfering small articles from the store of Mr. Simmons. Though very g ood-natured, St. Clair f el t obliged to decline. Eunice Simmons is stronger and better than she has been for some years. She has given fifty thousand doll a rs 011tright to Mrs. Newton and Ned. "There's no knowing how long you'll have to fo r the rest, Hester," she says. "I have a great mincito live to a hundred." Mrs. McCurdy has long since spent her hundred and fifty dollars, but Miss Simmons often gives aclrliti0,,J sums of money. "She doesn't deserve it, Jane," says the old lad y "bn t it was she who brought t ogether Hester and my s elf a ;1d I can't refus e." It is doubtful if Mrs. McCurdy will live to a hundred, for, besides being "wake and delicate,' she has injure d her constitution by the free use of whiskey. Ned keeps up the intimac y with Fred Stanhope and his grandfather, and the t wo boys will probably be in the same class at Columbia Colleg-e. Ned has plent y of m o ne y and he is always rea:ly to lend a he1ping hand to the boys whom he knew in his street-life days. He is not ashamed to speak of the time when he was poor like them, and blacked boots in front of the Astor Honse. THE END. Another splendid story by Horatio Alger, Jr., in the next issue, No. 58. This tells of tl1e trials and triumphs of a young railwax newsdealer, and is full of the m<)St intense intC'rest from be ginning to e nd. If you like 1[r. Al g er's stories-and who could fail to do so ?-be sure lo fc.ld "Tile E:ic Train Boy:' ,,

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