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The smartest boy in Philadelphia; or, Dick Rollins' fight for a living

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Ianud Wekly-By Sub a trlption $2.50 per y ar. Entered a &cond-Claa& .Mattor at th N e w York Poat Ojfict, N01JM111Hr 7, 1898, by Fr1it1k To,,.e y No. 524. NEW YORK. JUNE 17, 1908. Price 5 Cents. Witb h i s uninjured hand he pressed him to the wall, a.s far from the.now blazing costumes as possible; with the other he strove to t ear the bonds from his grasp, while raising his voice in one loud, agonized cry for help.

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-2 THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. One year before, Samuel Rollins had been rich and respected I start out the very first thing to-morrow morning and look for by all who knew him. Now be was looked upon as a criminal, work." and all hi s possessions were s wept away. Now, Dick had been stopping at a small hotel in a by-street If you had asked Dick how it had all happened he could just behind theBroad street station. hardly have told you. When he left the car he, therefore, w,alked along Broad His father had retire from business before his earliest recstreet, and started to pass through that singular thoroughfare, ollectlon, and so great the confidence reposed in him that the vestibule of the new Public Building, which is always in his care several valuable estates had been placed, to be crowded with pedestrians, as everyone knows who knows anyadministered for t he benefit of the widows and orphans of cer-thing about Philadelphia at all. tain of his deceased friends. Dick's mother had long been dead; brother and si sters he had none Having no ties, Mr Rollins had devoted himself to trav el, placing Dick at Hav erford College and supp j ying him with every comfort and luxury that money could buy. It was upon the return of Samuel Rollin s from a long journey in the wild Northwest that the blow fell upon him. Upon his arrival at Philadelphia he found, to hi s a s tonish ment, that his own private fortune, and much of the wealth which he held in trust for others had been disposed of in a manner strange beyond belief. When he called upon his trusted age nts, he found that real estate stocks and bonds amounting to hundreds of thous ands had been sold off, as they pretended, by his own order-transactions which he, on the other hand, claimed to know nothing about. While Mr. Rollins claimed to have been absent from Philadelphia for a year, his agents claimed that he had visited them from time to time during that period, and ordered t hese sales; and to substantiate their claim produced document after bearing his signature, both as an individual and as executor of the different estates. The money resulting from these sales they further claimed to have paid to Mr. Rollins in pers on, exhibiting receipts duly signed for the same And to make the case still darker, there were a number of witnesses at the trial who po s itively s wore that at the time Mr. Rollins claimed to have been in Montana they had seen him daily at the Hotel. It was very strange-very my s terious. What little property there was left Mr Rollins had promptly surrendered. It was not enough, however, to mak e whole the estates he had care of, and the result had been his arrest and subsequent trial and conviction on charges of embezzlement and fraud. Witnesses were brought from the West to prove that the doomed man had really been absent from fhiladelphia. They were outsworn by 'others who were equally po s itive that he had been in the city all the while. If Mr. Rollins stated the truth then someone had mo s t cleverly personated him with most marvelous skill. He had advanced abo'f t half the distance, when all at once he saw ahead of him in the act of entering at the other end of the v e stibule a man whose fact\ 'SO strongly resembled his father's that it f airly took his breath away. C0uld this be the mysterious person to whom his father owed the calamity which had befallen him? Instantly Dick was seized with the idea that it was. It was dark outside, but the electric lamps made it light enough in the vestibule. No soon e r did Dick see the man than the man seemed to Stil Dick. He stopped-stared for a second-turned abruptly, and shot out of the vestibule as fast as he could go. Wi thout an instant's hesitation Dick darted out of the vesti bule afte r him. Wh e n he rea c hed the street the man had disappeared CHAP'tER II. THE FIGHT BEGINS "Dick Rollins! By gracious, I'm glad see you! Come in, old f e llow, come right in." And Gov e Badger threw the front door wide open, allji seiz in g Di c k s hand it warmly as he drew him inside the ho us e Gove, I had to come. They won't let me stay at the -hotel any longer. They demanded money when I went there to-night and I had none to give them. Then they ordered p:ie ou t, a nd wor s t of all they are going to keep my trunk. Can I s leep with you a night or so, until I have a chance to turJ;l m y s elf round?" Sl e ep wi t h me, Dick? Of course you can. As long as you hav e a mind to. "But your father?" "Oh, blame my father-" Here Gove lowered ,his voice and glanced cautiously behind him. "It makes no difference what he says, I shan't go back on my friends." Now, Dick had never placed Gove Badger at the head of the list of those he called his friends. But no one believed that he did tell the truth except Dick, and in the eyes of the world now Dick was nobody b u t the disThere had been a dozen others whom he had thought more honored son of one of the meanest defaulters Philadelphia had of than big, stupid Gove. ever produced Yet during thes e dark days one and all of these had given Of course, Dick had left college and hurried to hi s father' s him the cold shoulder, turning their back on him when they side at the first beginning of the trouljle met him in the street; and now that he actually stood in need Now that it was all over, he f elt himself an outcast, shunnEld of a friend, Gove really seemed to be the only one left. and despised by all who had fawned about him when he wa s I "Ahem!" said Mr Jeshurun Badger, looking up from the rich and prosperous; and he had reason for fe eling s o, s ince Ch a rita ble Christian which he was perusing by the light of many of his former companions had already s hown him the t h e evening lamp. "Dick Rollins, is it? Gorham, is it not cold shoulder. rather late for visitors? We were just about to have evening "I've got to fight for my living now, thought the boy, as the car which he had boarded rolled along Fairmont avenue. "If I am going t o s ucceed In tracking the .scoundrel who has brought my father into all this trouble, I must keep up my health and strength. To keep up my health I i:pust eat and sleep. Yes; first of all comes the fight for a living. I must prayE.rs." Then Mr. Badger laid the Charitable Christian on the table, and looked hard at his son while Mrs. Badger stared, and the three Misses Badger tittered out loud. Altogether it was a very unpleasant situation for Dick, who was listenig outside in the hall.

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THE SMAR'rEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. 3 "I asked Dick to stay with me to-night, and that's ;hy he's I force yourself into my house. Don't you ever dare to show here," answered Gove, doggedly. your face here again!" "Ahem!" said Mr. Badger. "Ahem! Gorham, it strikes me Burning with rage and shame Dick hurried on his clothes, that your bed is very small." while Gove and his father and railed at each other in "It's big enough for two, father." the most disgraceful way. "I don't see it." Of the reason for his sudden change of front Mr. Badger "I say it is, and Dick's going to stay. would not give the slightest inkling. "But I do not think it well for you to associate with the son As Dick left the room, Gove, who had dressed himself, too, of a--" tried to follow, but his father thrust him back inside and lock"Come in, Dick!" roared Gove, cutting his father's speech ed the door. short, and before Dick could gain the outer door, he had seized As he hurried downstairs, Dick CO\l d hear Gove him and dragged him into the room. against the panels, and bellowing an enraged bull for some Now, this wasn't a very pleasant reception. one to come and let him out. Dick, who had insisted upon waiting in the hall while his "Mr. Badger, .I-I regret tha:t I have intruded upon friend announced him, had overheard all that passed. stammered poor Dick, when he had gained the outer door at He would have left the house had it not been for Gove's last. "I can assure you, sir--" interference, but once he found himself in the midst of the "Get out, you Y1mng scoundrel!" roared the good man, in-family circle, the Badgers received him civilly enough, terrupting him. "Get out! I won't hear a word!" "You may stay a night or two, Richard,". said Mr. Badger, Then Dick was thrust through the open door without the looking hard over his specttlcles. "After that we cannot aci;!ightest ceremony. commodate you. If you will allow me to give my advice, the The door slammed behind him, and in a twinkling the hall best thing you can do is to find a situation and go to work at gas was extinguished. once." It was midnight. "It is what I intend to do, sir," replied Dick. "I've got to fight for my own living, and I'm ready to work at anything. Perhaps you ca help me to find a place." "Ahem!" said Mr. Badger. "Ahem! No, I can't, Richard. I would like to, but I can't. These are ticklish times; one must be careful who one recommends to one's business acquaint ances. No, I do not think I could assist you in finding a posi tion, but you may join us in evening prayers." This was cold comfort; and while Dick looked very red and confused, and Gove as savage as a meat-axe, Mr. Jeshurun Bad ger prayed beautifully-for he was very pious-only Dick thought the prayer a little personal, since it alluded to those who had yielded to temptation; but then Mr. Badger wound up by speaking of the beauties of Christian so after all he must have been a very good man indeed. "Gove, I can't stay here after to-night," said Dick, discon solately when a little later he found himself snug in bed with bis friend in a little room above stairs. "You can stay here just as long as you have a mind to. You mustn't mind my father." "But I do mind him. I'm not going to stay, old fellow, after to-night, though I'm just as much to you." Then, out of regard for Gove's feelings, Dick changed lhe subject. Dick Rollins found himself turned upon the streets pf Philadelphia without a penny in his pocket-friendless and alone. What had happened to so suddenly turn a good man like Mr Jeshurun Badger so bitterly against him? Dick found himself utterly at a loss to imagine. It looked just then very much as though all the world was against him-it did, indeed. CHAPTER III. DICK FINDS WORK, LOSES IT, AND GETS IT AGAIN. "Want a clerk?" said Mr. Greenough gruffly, raising his shaggy eye-brows and staring hard in Dick Rollins' face. "No, I don't know as we want a clerk, but we do want a slout fellow for helper about the store. I suppose, though, you are too high-toned for that." Then Mr. Greenough laughed, and Mr. Graff, junior partner of the hardware firm of Greenough & Graff, on Market street, abpve Seventh, laughed too, and remarked that Dick was too much of a "Slim Jim" to go slinging hardware around, all of which was very discouraging indeed. For two hours the boys lay, )Vith the light still burning, "I'm stronger than you think for, gentlemen," answered talking over Dick's plans and projects, when all at once-it Dick, "and I'd be only too glad to come to you in any capacity, was just before midnight-the chamber door opened with a I've _got my living to make, and I can't afford to be tcio par bang, and in stalked the good and 'wous Badger, with his ticular. Any work that's honest will suit me." face as black as a thunder-cloud on a summer's day. "Come, that's the way I like to. hear a fellow talk," said "Dick Rollins, you get right out of here," he exclaimed in Mr. Greenough. "Graff, what do you say? Shall we give this a loud, offensive tone. "I have you in my house even young man a chance?" for one night. 'Put on your clothes and get out of here at "Do as you like. We need a helper, but perhaps he won't be once!" willing to come at the price." "Sir!" cried Dick in amazement, sitting bolt' upright in bed. "t say get out! You understand the English language, I pre sume. Get out. I won't have you in my house. You shall not sleep with my son!" Diel{ was-thunderstruck, Gove speecless with indignation. "He shan't go unless I go with him!" 1he roared, after an instant. "Father, you must be crazy! Didn't you say Dick might stay here? What in thunder do you mean!" "I mean that I've found him out. I mean that he's as bad as bis father. If you say another word, Gorham, I'll horsewhip you. Dick Rollins, you have a vast deal of impudence to might try me, gentlemen." "All right then. Porter's work to begin 1with at three dol lars a week. Give you more at the end of lr:ix months, if you suit." 1 Dick Rollins' face beamed. "I'll come, gentlemen," he said promptly. "When shall I begin?" "Now," answered Mr. Greenough. "You can pull off your coat and get to work at once. Graff, you show him that pile of scrap iroI). in the cellar that wants to be shifted over against the other wall. But I say, boy, what's your name?"

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4 THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. tJtck Rollins." .er.. I will. Off with your coat, young fellow, and show us what sort boy's voice trembled. . of stuff you are made of. If you suit us we'll soon find you Already the mere fact of his being his father's son had cost a better berth." him many chances which otherwise he might have had. Dick bit his lip, but made no answer. "Dick Rollins!" cried Mr. breenough. "Dick Rollins, eh? It was hard work, and the wages were ridiculous. Not son of Sam Rollins that went up to the Eastern Peni-Nevertheless he worked like, a Trojan all that afternoon. tentiary the other day, I suppose?" Before closing-up time came; he had transferred the imNow this1 was hard for Diclt-very hard, indeed. mense pile of scrap iron from one side of the cellar to the He tried to speak, but somehow the words would not come; other, and though not one of his fellow employees even spoke it seemed impossible for him to frame a reply. a pleasant word to him, he left the store feeling happier than Since the night Dick had been so unceremoniously turned he had in a week, supped on bread and coffee in a little holeout of the house of the pious Mr. Jeshurun Badger a week had in-the-wall restaurant on Sansom street, and at an early hour elapsed. It had been the most trying week the boy had ever turned into his ten-cent bed. known. That night Dick had spent in a certain cheap lodging-house in Sansom street. \ A place where the charge was but ten cents for a bed. To pay for this he pawned his watch, and during the week which followed strained nerve to find a job. Though he visited most of his father's former friends, none would do anything for him. They had plenty of advice to give, and that was all. I On Tuesday Dick called upon Philadelphia's noble philan= thropist, Mr. G. W. Childs, the editor of the Public Ledger, an old and warm friend of his father, at the office of the newspaper on the corner of Sixth and Chestnut streets. He had never met Mt. Childs himself, and upon being shown into the presence of a stout, g\mial, benevolent-looking gen tleman, who eyed him curiously, he was so nervous he could scarcely speak. "So you are Samuel Rollins' son?" he said, pleasantly, when Dick had told his name. "Take a seat, please. What can I do for you? Want advice about getting into business, eh? Well, you ought to have no difficulty in Philadelphia. I began without a penny myself, and have worked my way up to what you see me now, and-But excuse me. Here is a gentleman to see me on important business. Call again to-morrow and I'll see what I can suggest." 'Then before Dick knew what he was about, he stood in the s;.reet again, uncertain whether or no he had received a rebuff. Had the boy adopted the proper cour se, he would have called upon Mr. Childs on the day following without fail, for no kinder-hearted man exists than the Ledger's chief. On Wednesday, however, he obtained a situation with Barnes and Hors eman, the well-known saddlers on Chestnut street below Ninth. Here he worked the half of Thursday, when shortly after. twelve o'clock Mr. Bar,ries summarily discharged him without assigning any reason whatever. His dismissal was as "Peremptory as it had been from Mr. Badger's house, and as Dick had frankly stated his name and the fact that he was the son of his father, he found himself utterly at a loss to unders..tand the cause. Now it was Friday, and the money obtained from the pawning of the watch was almost gone. Dick had not seen 'Gove Badger since, and such other ac quaintances as he had chanced to meet had hurried past him, some with a careless nod, others pretending not to see him at all. l As matters stodd it was highly impoftant to Dick to get work at once. Hence the terror which seized him when the fatal question was put by Messrs. Greenough & Graff. "I don't care," thought Dick, "I'm going to tell them the truth. No one shall eve!"' say that I'm ashamed of my fatherno, not even if I starve to death." "So you are the son of Sam Rollins," said Mr. Greenough. "Well, I might have guessed it. However, you may go to work. Because the father went crooked it don't follow that the son \ The next morning Dick was up bright and early. A wash at the sink of the lodging-house, anti another call at the hole-in-the-wall put him in shape for business, and upon leaving the restaurant he bent his steps toward the store of Greenough & Graff, feeling more encouraged than he had in a week. Indeed, he actually caught himself whistling as he turned the corner of 7th and Market, when all at once he saw a crowd ahead of him staring at the ruins of what had once been the store of Greenough & Graff. Dick Rollins leaned 'against a lamp-post and stared at the store in silent dismay. Nothing was left but the front and rear walls with a heap of smoking rubbish between them. A solitary engine stood alongside a hydrant on the opposite side of the way, with a hose stretched across the street, and there were three or four fireJillen directing upon the ruined in terior a feeble F.ltream. When did it catch fire?" Dick asked, feebly, of an old ia.pple peddler who stood near. him. "Somewheres about midnight," was the answer. "They do .say it wor set on fire, but, Lors! one can never tell." Here was an end to all his hopes. To attempt to speak with Mr. Greenough, who he could see dashing in and out among the crowd with his hat tilted back upon his head, would of course have amounted to nothing. Indeed, Dick could see those who had been his fellow-em ployees for so brief a time gathered before the ruins, talking earnestly with one another, all in the. same position a,!l him-self. 1 "The fates are against me," he thought, "but I must not despair. If I can't find a job' in PhHadelpb.ia I'll know the reason. Here goes for another start." And Dick Rolllns hurried down Market street, anxious (b leave the store of Greenough & Graff behind him as rapidly as possible. He felt as though he never wanted to see it again. If Dick visited one store that day and inquired for work he visited a hundred. It was all of no use. .He never even got so far as to tell his name. No one showed any to hire him at all. Then night came, and he discovered that he had reached his last dime. Matters were getting desperate. lt was no time to be over-particular, to pick and choose; and although utterly wearied by the efforts he had made during the day, Dick wandered doy;n upon Delawa,.re avenue that night, determined to earn something at least that would give him a lodging and bed. I It was a busy scene, for beside the great ships whose bowsprits projected far across the street between the covered piers, there was the hurrying crowd at the fruit market, JVhO work night and day during two-thirds of the entire year. In June it is strawberries, in July raspberries, in August blackberries until the peaches come in.

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THE SMARTEST BOY _IN Now in December it was apples, potatoes and onions-the latter not exactly fruit, perhaps-but to handle the great piles of baskets and barrels heaped up along the water's edge took many hands just the same. Dick stopped at a little office alongside a covered pier bright with electric lights. Inside was a marketman storming and raying because there were a thousand bushels of potatoes on the dock to be deliv ered that night, and no one to keep tally as they were loaded on the drays. "I can keep tally for you, sir," said Dick, smartly, pushing his way toward the little office. "The deuce you can?" said the "What's your name, young fellow?" "Dick Rollins, sir." "Want a job?" "Indeed I do, sir. I happened to overhear you, and thought I would coine in. "Good enough!" said the marketman. "Gfad to see a boy in' these days who's got some gumption. That's the way I got my first job, by asking for it. Dick Rollins, take this book and pencil and lay outside there on the dock. Keep account of the number of baskets that go on the .drays, and the numher of each dray that takes a load. Do you understand?" "Think I do, sir." "Then be off with you. If the draymen load slower than they ought, don't be afraid to give them a blast-it's the only way to make 'em work." Dick seized the book and pencil, and was out upon the dock for work on the Sabbath, Dick himself look as able as possible. In the afternoon he walked out to Fairmount Park, returning by sundown, and going early to bed. Eight o'clock on Monday morn\ng found Dick stroll1ng up Chestnut street. He had learned by now that it was of little 1use to apply for work at stores before nine or ten, since in the early morning the merchants were busy with their mail. "I'll take every store on the north side of Cl;!.estnut street from the Schuylk!ll to the Delaware," thought Dick. "When I have finished one side of the street I'll take the other. If I don't strike anything by night I'll try the marketman again." Just then he found himself opposite Independence Hall, that noble relic of Revolutionary days, The front door was open, and several persons of decidedly rural appearance were passing in. "Guess I'll step in and have a look at the old hall," muttered Dick. "I may as well put in my waiting time there as hanging about the streets." Passing the statue of Washington, he ascended the four steps which led up to the old-fa s hioned doorway, entered, walked past the Liberty Bell which stands in the hall, and presently found himself standing outside the brass rail which separates the historic relics from the open space immediately inside the dool'. When Dick entered a man followed just behind him. He was a quiet self-contained looking individual, who seem ed t o be buried in his own refiections, paying no attention to in an instant. Dick or anyone else. He never stopped to inquire what wages the marketman proDick walked up to the rail and stood looking .. at the old posed to pay him,. not even to inquire his name. furniture used by the first Congress of the United States. He had come down on the docks for work, and he had found On the walls about him )mng the portraits of our country's it. heroes; the relics of our early history as a nation were every-It mattered not what the work was, he propo s ed to do-it I where. with all his might. Of course, Dick had seen all these things many times be" Smart boy, that," he heard the marketman say, as he left fore in happier and more prosperous days; but he fou:nd in the office, and Dick mentally resolved that before the night terest in gazing upon them again, and was leaning against the was over the marketman shpuld think him smarter still rail looking about him, when all at once a heavy The moon was shining brightly across the Delaware when hand was laid upon hi s shoulder, and a voice said: Dick reached the place where the potatoe s were piled Say, young man, ain't your name Dick Rollins?" Presently the marlrntman appeared and gave him more par-Dick, of course, turned his head immedi ately. iicular instructions. Dray after dray drove up. Dick super-There stood the quiet-looking person who had entered the intended the loading, keeping a clo s e account of the number of hall behind him. baskets and the numbers painted on the sides of the drays, More than this, the man was holding on to his shoulder, just. He attended strictly to business, speaking to no one except as though he had no intention of letting go, the draymen. "Yes, my name is Dick Rollins. What do you want?" Indeed, he never stopped to inquire where so many po t atoes You," answered the rrfan, throwing back the lapel of his were going to, and by a little past midnight the last basket coat and displaying a detective's shield. "I want you, Dick of the great pile had been delivered to the drays. Rollins! I am a police dete ctive. I have got a warrant for "Got 'em done, eh?" said the marketman when Dick, so tired your arres t on a charge of setting fire on Friday night to the that he could scarcely put one foot before the other, presented sto1; e of Greenough & Graff!" himself at the little office with his list." "Yes, sir. All done. Here's the list. I hope you'll find it correct." "I make no doubt I shall," said the marketman. "You're a CHAPTER IV. spry young chap, and you ve done fust rate. Look around here Monllay night, will you? Mebbe I shall have some more pota-DICK IN TROUBLE sTILL. toes to ship." Then he handed Diclc a new, crisp, two-dollar bill, bade him ''I set fire to the store of Greenough & Graff! You must good-night, and turned his attention to someone else. b e crazy to accuse me of a thing like that!" How proud Dick felt! How light his step as he hurried back Thus exclaimed Dick Rollins in the first excitement of the to the Sansom street lodging-house again. unjust accusation sprung upon him like a thunder-clap by the It was the first money he had ever earned, and he could de t e ctive in Independence Hall. scarcely make up hls mind to keep his hand out of his pocket, The detective smiled cynically, but did not let go his hold but kept feeling of the bill again and again as he walked on Dick's arm. along. 1 "That's all very well, young fellow," he said, in a low tone Next day was Sunday, and as there was no use in looking "?taybe yo:: did and maybe you didn't. Take my advice and

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6 THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. rt do as little jawing as possible, for every word you say to me is bound to be used against you if this here business ever comes afore a jury in court." ''But," cried Dick, hotly, "I am innocent of' this terrible charge you are trying to fix upon me'. Why, the night Gree nough & Graff's store was burned I was asleep in Duffy's lodging house in Sansom street. I never knew a thing about the fire until I went around there to go to work next day. Ain't you mistaking me for someone else?" "Not a bit of it," replied the detective, coolly, "not a bit of it. I've got a warrant for Dick Roll!ns, and you admit that you are Dick Rollins. Now, then, take my advice and don't talk any more. These people are looking at us and are beginning to suspect something. I don't want to disgrac& you any more than I can avoid, so if you will promise to come along quietly I won't put my hand on you till we get Into the street." "I'll promise," said Dick, in a tone of despondency so marked that even the detective, hardened to the world and its ways was, felt his sympathies aroused. "There, there, keep a stiff upper lip, my boy," he wWspered, as they walked out of Hall into Chestnut street. "It will never do to be down-hearted. Maybe you're inno cent, as you say. Heaven knows-I don't. You don't loqk to me like a firebug, nohow, that I'm willing to admit." They were walking down Chestnut street now, the detec tive's hand upon Dick's arm in such a way as to attract a s little attention as possible. By the time they reached the station-house Dick had grown calmer. He ventured no further remark, however, no1:'1did the detec tive speak to him again until they' stood before the desk. Here Dick's name, address and age were taken, and with the charge against him entered in a great book. r It was the face of his father, or a face most startlingly like it. Out from among twenty others at the back of the room it seemed to stand forth, and then, all in an instant, it had disappeared. "Dick Rollins!" Dick started and stared wildly about him. "The judge is speaking to you, young man," whispered the kind-hearted Mr. Jenks at his elbow. As he moved forward in front of the justice, Dick shot a quick look toward the end of the room once more. The face was nowhere to be seen. "Dick Rollins, you are charged with setting fire to the store of Greenough & Graff on Friday night last," began Justice Haggerty, sternly. "You ere seen lurking about the corner of Seventh and Market long after midnight. At half past two the fire broke out. Now, then, what have yau to say for yourself in answer to this charge?" -"I can only say, your honor," answered Dick, as collectively as possible, "that I was not at the corner of Sev enth and Market at all that night. After the store closed I went directly to my lodging place and was in bed by nine o'clock." "Then you deny setting the fire?" "Indeed I do, sir. I knew nothing at all about it until the' next morning when I went to work." ' He don't tell the truth, your honor," spoke up Mr. Gr e enough, glaring savagely at Dick from over his spec tacles. "My Informant states positively that he was seen lurking about the store. Beside, that boy is the son of sa'muel Rollins, the defaulter. Ife comes from bad stock." "Who Is your informant, Mr. Greenough?" demanded the justicEt "I prefer not to state, your honor." "But you must state if you expect me to hold this young "Anything to say for yourself? inquired the police sergeant behind the desk, biting the end of his pen. "Yon man. Understand that no matter whose son he is, he has needn't say nothing unless you wish, I suppose you know.,, equal rights with yourself under the law." "I have nothing to conceal gentlemen," replied Dick, boldly. "Well, the fact is," began Mr. Greenough, hesitatingly, "I "I am poor and friendless, but I do assure you most solemnly don t know my informant's name." that I am innocent of this terrible charge." -'Don't know his name?" "Suppose we have to lock him up Mr. Jenks?" said the "No. I received a letter." sergeant, turning to the detecthe. "Was there no name signed to the letter?" I "It was signed 'A Friend,' your honor." "I was thinking," answered the detective, "that it would Dick could hear Detective Jenks chuckle audibly as the jusbe a shame to lock this young man up if he really is innocent. tice replied: He looks like an honest, respectable fellow, and--'' Here Mr. Jenks dropped his voice to so low a pitch that Dick was unable to catch what was said. "A good idea," said the sergeant aloud. ''Take him down there at once. Justice Haggerty is sitting, and will examine him, I'm certain. I'll telephone Greenough & Graff. Let them tell their story. If it don't hang together, maybe the judge will dismiss the charge." Then Dick was hurried before Justice Haggerty, and within half an hour found himself standing before that magistrate, with Mr. Greenough scowling at him between two law yers, whom he had brought with him to press the charge. What were they all talking about? The room was hot and crowded with people. From the position he occupied Dick could scarcely hear one word in ten, and his head spun round so he could: not think. He felt the disgrace of his position most keenly. Everyone in the crowd seemed to be staring straight at him-no doubt all believed him guilty and--Suddenly, as' the boy's eyes roamed from face to face, gaze became fixed upon one particular face which seemed to separate Itself from all the rest. "An anonymous letter! And you expect me to hold this boy on the strength of an anonymous letter? Mr. Greenough, I am more than surprised, sir. Dic!t Rollins, can you produce witnesses to prove that you were in bed by nine o'clock that night as you claim?" "There is Mr. Duffy, who keeps the Sansom street lodging house, your honor. He saw me come in and go to bed." "Let hllll be sent for;" said the justice. "Next case!" Duffy of the lodging house was sent for, and Duffy came. Duffy's testimony was very direct and conclusive, more-over; and before Dick supposed that Justice Haggerty had half heard him out, the charge was summarily dismissed. "The boy has a good case against you for false arrest; Mr. Greenough," said the justice, sternly, as the discomfited hardware merchant was slinking out of court. But Dick had no thought of pressing his advantage. He was only too greatly relieved to find himself free once more, and thanking Detective Jenks for the interest he had displayed, he hurried towarl1 the door, his thoughts fixed solely upon the mysterious face. During all the time he sat waiting for the arrival of Dutty of the lodging house his eyes had sought that face among the i>IJectators who filled the court room.

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I THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHJiLADELPHIA. They had not found it. Nor could Dick flncl it now, although he lingered for some moments about the door. Was the owner of the responsible for the sea of troubles in which Dick found himself floundering? It began to look so. It did indeed. CHAPTER V. THE WALKING DELEGATE OBJECTS. lodging at all events," he thought; and away he hurried to the bulkhead along which the potato baskets lay piled. Instead of being obliged to wait for the carts, Dick found several of them already on the waiting for him. Now he felt like an old hand at the pota to-loading business, and pulling out his book and pencil, he "tackled" the "hun dred bushel" at once. The first cart and the second had been loaded and dis patched, and Dick was well ahead with the third, when along the bulkhead, under the full blaze of the electric light, came a red-faced, coarse individual, followed by a number of rough looking fellows with clay pipes between their teeth, who glared at Dick as though he had been some wild beast in a show. "Git out of me house! Git away wid yez! It's a respectable 'l'he man was expensively dressed, wore a costly beaver place I kape, an' there's no room in it for the likes of yez!" overcoat and a high, shiny silk hat, while from his shirt Dick was thunderstruck. front blazed a diamond whose radiance seemed to fairly throw Upon leaving Justice Haggerty's court he had considered it the electric iight into the shade. only. right he should go at once to the Sansom street Dick paid not the slightest attention either to the owner lodging house and thank Duffy for getting him out of his of the diamond or his followers, never for one instant imagindesperate scrape; for somehow or other he had managed to ing that their presence in any way concerned hir1'1.self. lose him in the crowd. I "Come, hurry up there, hurry up. Be lively with those But Duffy would have none of him. baskets!' he shouted, seeing that the truckmen suddenly He was engaged in sweeping out the""'1.odging house when I showed disposition to lag in their work. Dick entered, and raising the broom threateningly he motion e d The words had scarce left him, when he of the diamond the boy away. slouched up and tapped him familiarly on the arm. "But," stammereq Dick, "I only wanted to tell you bow "Say, young feller, you don't belong to the potato handler's much obliged to you I am, Mr. Duffy. I--'" union, I s'pose?" "Git away wid yez!" cried Duffy. "It's the repetaytion of "What's that to you?" demanded Dick, drawing back. me establishment I was tryiuJ to save, not you. True for "It's this to me; the walking delegate," replied the yez, ye wint to bed by nine, but how do I know ye didn't git man, superciliously. "An' them here object to you up an' go out agin? Faix, an' for all I know to the contrairy, takin' the bread out of their mouths. Don't yer know we're ye might have set fire to the whole of Philadelphia the night. on strike?" Don't ye dare show yer face about me house agin; an as "On strike'" for yer duds, if they ain't out of here be this time to-morrer_., "Yes, on You u}1derstand me well enough, I I'll pitch them in the street!" guess." Dick Rollins left the Sansom street lodging house so dazed "I'll be blest if I understand you!" retorted Dick, begin-that he could hardly think. ning to get angry. "What have I got to do with you or the All the world seemed to be against him. Potato Handlers' Union either? Go on about your business He was without even a place to sleep now, and utterly penniless. His two dollars he had already pald over to Duffy, and he had hoped the man might be induced to trust him for a day or two until other dollars should be gained. It was now noon, and from twelve o'clock until six Dick never lost a moment; but, true to his original plan, went from store to store on Chestnut street, trying to find work. He was utterly unsuccessful. Few would listen to him, and such as were inclined at first to lend an ear to his application, waved him summarily aside the instant he mentioned his name. Night came on at last. f Dick had had neither dinner nor supper. Faint for want of food and utterly discouraged, as a last resort he wandered down among the docks again, and pre-sented himself to the marketman once more. 1 The marketman was busy vith a customer when Dick en tered the office. Catching sight of the boy, he called out in his bluff fashion: "Hello! Potatoes! That you ? Get out there on the dock. Thll>"e's only a hundred bushel to-night, but the carts 'wm be here presently. I've been waiting for you to show up for the last half hour. A little more and your job would hpe gone to someone else." Dick needed no second invitation. Rough as were the manners of the marketman, he seemed now to be the only friend he had left on earth. "I shall make enough to pay for a supper and a night's and leave me attend to my wprk." "Don't get sassy, young feller. 'Tain't so much you as these here scab truckmen I'm after. You helped load up here on Saturday, though, and I notify you now you've got to qi;.it And indeed it began to look very much as though Dick would have to quit, for no sooner did the truckmen catch sight of the walking delegate, than they whipped up their horses without waiting for any more potatoes ; and drove oft with all possible spe ed. 1 "Now you get away out of this!" crted the delegate, giving Dick a rough push. "Don't you let me ketch you around the docks again or I'll break your head!" Slap! Bang! Before walking delegate knew what had happened, Dick had planted a powerful blow between the eyes. It was all wrong, no doubt, but Dick was def?perate . Had this man, who from appearances had never done an honest day's work in his life, any right to deprive him of the chance of earning the money he needed so much? The instant Dick struck the delegate he was sorry he did it. Both were standing close to the string-piece and as the man staggered back he managed to trip over something. His heels went up, his high hat flew off, and over toppled the delegate into the Delaware, his diamond blazihg like a lighthouse as he went. "Kill the scab! kill the scab!" roared the potato handlers. And while some ran for a boat-hook, by aid of which the delegate was presently fished out, all wet and dripping, others

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I 'l'HE S-MARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. sprang toward Dick Rollinr,who at a glance saw the fix he I Defore him was a youth about his own age, with broad, 'was 'in. ,, pleasant countenance / coal-black eyes and hair of the same [t was of no use to think of argument. color standing straight all over his head. iin instant the potato ihand)ers would have been upon As for his dress, it consisted, to all outward appearance, him, had not Dick, darting a;vay, run across Delaware avenue solely of a blue woolen shirt and a pair of shabby trousers; Uke a deer. though alongside the fire, which burned brightly in an old "Kill the scab! kill the scab!" yelled the crowd that fol-rusty cooking stove, stood a pair of heavy boots and a pair lowed, and after the boy came a perfect shower of stones, of stockings, spread out as though to dry. several striking him, but none, fortunately, hard enough to The room was almost without furniture. do any harm. It was small and very dirty. In many places the plastering Just then it seemed to Dicf as though all Philadelphia was had disaippeared entirely, exposing the lathing in great after him. patches, both on walls ali.d ceiling. Men dashed out of the numerous groggeries, the idlers In one corner stood an old bedstead, upon which was along the wharves sprang forward to head him off. stretched a mattress and a pair of blankets. Beside this there "Heavens! I've got myself into a sweet fix now!" thought was a table, a wooden chest and a solitary chair. Dick. "If they catch me they'll kill me sure!" Altogether the room had a desperately poverty-stricken air, But if Dick was ready with his fists he was also fleet of and would have looked anything but inviting to Dick Rollins foot. in former days. Right in front of him lay Lombard street, and out of Now he saw in the frank, pleasant face before him a pro-Lombard street, just before you get to Third, runs a dark tector, in the shabby room a harbor of refuge from his purand narrow alley. In the hope of getting through to Pine street, and thus giving his pursuers the slip, Dick dashed into the alley : when to his dismay he discovered that its end was up against a tumble down tenement-that_ there was no way of getting into the other street at all. There was no time for parley and but little even for thought. Already the crowd had entered the alley, :mq their shouts could be heard close behind. To retreat was ii;npossible, and Dick made one dive through the open door of the tenement and dashed up the dark and dirty stairs. It was a desperate resort, and under ordinary circumstances would have been an exceedingly fooUsp one. Perhaps Dick had some faint notion that he would be able to reach the roof. If f>O, he was doomed to speedy disappointment, for when he gbt up to the top floor he could discover no means of get ting out upon the roof at all. The hall was as dark as pitch, and from the fact of his meeting no one Dick began to think the house must be de serted. "Kill the scab! kill the scab! he could hear shouted below him, and there was a rush of many feet upon the stairs. suers outside "They are chasing me! gasped Dick, in answer to the ques tion. "I dont belong to their union. If they catch me they'll kill me, I think." .iii' "No, they won't," replied the young man decidedly. "I saw them chasing you out the window-heard the row in the alley and looked out to see what it was a1i about, you know. Heard you run upstairs, too, and as I don't believe in twenty fellows setting on to one, I just thought I'd open the door and let you in." "But what can you do?" whispered Dick. "They've gained the landing already-hark? There they are! Oh, I'm so sorry I've got you into trouble through helping me." Bang! Bang! Bang! The hall without was filled with the sound of trampling men now, and blow after blow was showered upon the door with powerful fists. "Keep perfectly quiet," breathed the young man. "All the other rooms on the floor are vacant, and the doors are fas tened. When they find it out, as they will presently, they'll think this one is vacant, too. If. they should get in I guess you can fight. a bit. I guess, too, they'll find Joe Rand no slouch at the fist." Meanwhile the hubbub in the hall continued. Now it was as plain as A, B, C that Dick had run deliber ately into a trap. Presently someone shouted to know if anyone was behind the door which Joe Rand had taken precaution to lock and second bolt. He tried do01' after door, but all were fastened. Already bis pursuers had gained the11foot of the and cries were drawing nearer and nearer. Dic'k backed up against one of the doors, panting. If he had got to fight he would fight desperately. "I' ll break some of their heads before they shall break mine, muttered the boy. "What right have they to hound me in this way, I'd like to know?" In the very midst of his unspoken thoughts the door behind him suddenly opened, and a hand, grasping his coat-tails, drew him quickly into the room. CHAPTER VI. HAPPENED ON THE CALLOWRILL STREET BRIDGE. "Hello, young fellow! what's the row?" The question was put in a low whisper by the pelson whose hand had drawn Dick Rollins through the door. Of course Dick turned on the instant. To this request for information there was, of course, no answer returned; and after a time the footsteps of Dick's pursuers were heard descending the stairs; and by peering through the blinds he could see them slowly leave the alley, vowing vengeance as they went. "They are gone, I guess," said Joe Rand, at last. "Now, then, young fellow, s'pose you tell me all about it, and who you are? And, by the same token, if you ain't too proud to eat a cold supper, all but the tea, for that's hot, suppose you sit down with me and have a bite." \ Dick needed no second invitation. Indeed, thfl scraps of cold meat, the loaf anq the cheese, which before this he had observed spread out upon the table, had already drawn from him longing looks. While they ate he told his story; told his name-told everything, in fact, but that which concerned his father, and about his own arrest, which, of course, be did not mention at all. "So they won't let you work, eh?" said Joe Rand, with his mouth full of bread and cheese. "Well, now, do you know I conside:i; that /

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I' ----:r--THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. L.' tyrannical. ma:me these unions and their walklng delegates, the bridge, watching the flaming headlighls of the locomotives I say. They do more harm tha n good." below. "I don t mean to interfere with anyone," said Dick wearily, "All I want is a chanc e to earn an honest living. I'm sorry I struck the delegate, too But when he pushec! me it made me mad." He felt that he had found a friend. A rough one, it was true, but still a friend, and decidedly a friend in need. There were but few persons pa s sing, as the night had turned cold and the hour was late, and such as there were seemed intent upon their ow:n aff31irs, hurrying past Dick without bestowing upon him so much as a glance. "Wish it had been me, I'd a knocked his whole head off," was the answer. "But what's the matter with you that you can't get work? Are you a stranger hi Philadelphia?" Presently a man wrapped up to the eyes in a ,long, brown overcoat, and wearing a low slouch hat, stepped upon the r bridge on the side where Dick Rollins stood leaning over the rail and looking down upon the tracks at a passing train. "Oh, no. I've always lived here. "Always lived here! Then you must have friends?" "No, I have no friends. "But I don't understand. "And I can\ t explain, replied Dick, sadly. "But I must be going. I'm very much obliged to you, I'm sure. "And I'm sure you are very welcom e I'll go with you as far as Lombard street, if you wish. There may b e some of them f e llers hanging round Or perhaps our ways may lie together further than that. I m going down to the Pennsyl-van ia rai I road to g o to work. "I don t know where I'm going, answered Dick with a sigh. One waJI is as gooc'. as another to me. I've got no plac e to sleep and no money : Upon my word I don't know what I am going to (;.J." "Is it as bad as that?" questioned the other, pausing in the act of pulling on his boots. I "It is as bad as that," answered Dick; "b.ut I don't despair. There is another day coming. Perhaps it will bring me bet-ter luck." Joe Rand finished pulling on his boots, and then put on his ves t hat and <;oat, gazing at Dick cu_riously all the while as though trying to make him out. Dick did not particularly observe him, nor did the man look at Dick until he came close behind him, when all at once he turned, s erzea the boy around the waist w!th powerful grtp, and forced him headlong over the rail, directly in front of an approaching train. Then without w aiting to ascertain the outcome of his dastardly action the man in the brown overcoat shot rapidly a c ross the Schuylkill and disapp e ared I CHAPTER VII. THE TABLES TURNED. Joe Rand was what one might call a downright good fellow. He was not well educated, he was not handsome He was not even smart, as young men go nowadays, but he had for all that a heart beating away somewhere underneath his blue woollen shirt as big as the heart of an ox. "Say, look here, I don't understand you at all," he bluntly Born upon a farm way back among the Alleghanies-a bit of said at last. "Have you been up to anything? You wear good land all stones and stubble-Joe had been obliged to scratch for clothes-a blame sight better than mine. I'd like to help I his living, as he graphically expressed it, ever since he was you, and maybe I can. I'm do. wn in the railroad yards myold enough to toddle about. self ,braking on the shunting engine You see I've got no Now that father and mother were dead, married: and friends n:-ither, and as I'm an independent sort of a c hap, brothers gone off West and to sea, there had been nothing for to hve alone by myself in this room to boarding. Ma y be it when old Squire Baggs, village money-lender, foreclosed 1f I spoke to the superintendent he might take you on at the mortgage on the farm, but for Joe to "light out," too. something, though I must you don't look as though you For a Pennsylvania boy to "light out" means to go to Phila-were up to our sort of work. d 1 h' f e p ia, o course. "I'm up to anything," replied Dick, eagerly. "That is any-thing honest and I haven't been up to anything dishonest as Joe followed the tracks of the Pennsylvania Railroad, stealyou hinted now. If you will 'speak to the ing a ride here, working his way there, until he reached the and get me taken on in any capacity I 'll be your friend as great city on the Delaware at last. long as I live." By this time all the conductors and most of the brakemen "Come along, then," said Joe Rand, shortly. "I like you knew him, and it was through their influence that he obtained -I don't know why, but I do-there's no harm in trying work on the road. All this happened while Dick Rollins was still at Haverford it on." And Dick went. At the end of the alley they saw nothing of the belligerent members of the Potato Handlers' Union. By and by they reached the great Callowhill s treet bridge, which passes over the Pennsylvania railroad and the Schuyl kill river beyond. "Say, you wait here," said Joe Rand. "I'd better strike the super alone, don't you se e ? I won't b e a great while, for I'm College. Joe had been brakeman on the shifting engine for more than a year now. His duties the most dangerous of all about the yard, for it was he who had the coupling of the freight cars to do when they were making up the trains. When Joe Rand saw come flying down the alley pur s ued by the members of the Potato Handier's Union, his great sure to find him at this hour just below here. As to your 'heart went out to him at once. bed to-night, don t worry about that. I've taken a big'fancy He saw in Dick a boy persecuted as he himself had been t D' k R Ill d 'f h 11 b I per s ecuted when he first came to Philadelphia, and he resolved o you, 1c o ns, an 1 yoe are w1 ng you s a un c along with me. I turn in at half-past four." to save him if he could. Tears sprang into Dick s eyes. Nearer acquaintance with Dick only served to increase Joe's "How can I ever thank you, Mr. Rand--" liking. "Don't call me Mister Rand. I'm Joe-that's enough. Now Joe had long wanted a friend and a you just hold on here till I come back I won't keep you I The rough, drinking, hard-swearing crowd about the freight waiting long yard were not his style ll,t all. Positively Dick felt light-hearted as l!!e paced up and down Diel;:, according to his own confession, had no friends, and

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I 10 THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. Joe no sooner understood this than he resolved to "freeze on support, and that other one whose claim upon him could be to him," as the saying goes. overlooked. "If I can only get him took on," thought Joe, aslhe hurried Truly the tables had been mo s t completely turned. down into the freight yard, "it will be just the thing. He seems like a nice sort of a chap, and since he has got no ter place can share my room just as well as not. He s just the fellow I've been wanting to meet." / CHAPTER VIII. Joe's first care was to report for duty; his next to see the superintend ent of the yard, and present Dick's case. DICK MEETS MR. CHILDS AGAIN. "Seen Hammond go up the s iding there beyond the Callowhill bridge," said the engineer, in response to Joe' s inquiry for the superintendent. "If you want to see him for anything you had better go now, for we are going to be very busy tonight, Joe hurried off up the yard accordingly . He found Mr. Hammond standing be s ide an open car super intending the unloading of some broken packages full of busi ness and very cross "What's that? Got a friend you want t o get on the road?" he snapped in response to Joe's re s p e c t ful question. "No, got no room for him. Got more men than I know what to do with now." "He's not a man, sir. He is only a boy about as old as I am. He'd be glad to take most anything, I guess." 'Only a boy! Doe s he belong to the union?'' "I don't think h e does, sir." "Then what' s the use in your asking me to give him. a job? You know well enough the men wouldn't let him work." "Dick, is that you?" "Yes, I ve just come in." "I'm glad of it. I've been listening for your in the alley tor the last hour." "I hurried back as soon as I could, Joe. There were more potatoes than usual on the dock to-night, and of course I could not quit until they were all loaded. How are you feeling, old man?" "Oh, not very coml'"ortable. My leg feels as though it weigh ed a ton, with the splints and all this plaster around it, and I'm so tired of lying here flat on my back that I don't know what to do. The scen e was Joe Rand' s humble room on the top floor of the old hou se at the end of the alley. When on the night of the accident at the freight yard some one had suggested taking Joe to the hospital, Dick, although he had scarcely had time to recover from the shock of his fall, had immediately interfered. "He can join, I suppose, sir. "Well, I can't bother about it now. "Take him to his own room," he said :firmly. "I am a I-merciful powers! friend of his-I will take care of him." That fellow will be killed!" The sudden cry of the superintendent was echo e d from a dozen throats. Close alongside of where they -st ood was the main track of the Pennsylvania railroad, along which the New York express was tearing at great speed, when suddenly from the bridge above them a dark form came tumbling down. It a and' by the bright glare of the electric light Joe Rand, catching a glimpse of his face as he fell, saw to his amazement that the boy was none other than Dick As he fell he tu.rned a complete somer sault and landed upon the track on his back, directly in front of the approaching train. "Stop him-stop him! He'll be killed! the shout went up, A mist passed over the superintendent's ey es-he was a kindly disposed man at heart-for Joe Rand, without the slight est hesitation, had 1eaped forward and was dashing in front of the train. To try to stop him would have been useless. The workmen about the yard s tood aghast, for death in its most horrible form seemed the certain ou t come of the boy's brave act. Then came a shrieking of whistles, one agonized c ry, and the next thing the superintendent knew the train had pas s ed, and the workmen were gathered about something which lay stretch ed upon the ground at the side of the track. Not Dick, but Joe. Strange as it may seem, brave fellow had succeed ed per fectly in his bold undertaking. He had dragged Dick, who was only stunned, from under the very wheels of the locomotive, but in the excitement of the moment had fallen headlong himself over a pile of loose rails, and lay helpless, his leg broken at the hip. Now it was Dick who found himself called upon to play the part of protector. Dick, who could not support himself, had now another to Probably this was foolish, for at the hospital Joe could have been cared for much better. But Dick had a certain horror of hospitals. Did he not owe his life to Joe? Could he do less than to stand by him now-to nurse him back to health and strength. There were many questions asked and much confusion. Meanwhile Joe, who remained entirely conscious, begged piteously that they &.hould not take him to a hospital, of which he seemed to feel the same s ense of dread as Dick. So it came about that they carried the poor fellow to his room in the alley, where, cared for by Dick with all the ten derness of a brother, he had remained in a perfectly helpless condition ever since. It was very hard for Dick, but he bore up bravely. Indeed, the very responsibility under which he labored s eemed to act as an incentive to spur him on. The brakemen's union sent a doctor to Joe, who set his limb, but as he was only an apprentice, and, under their rules, entitled to no benefit, this was all they did No one came to s ee him, no one sent him a penny. Ks for the rich Pennsylvania railroad corporation, they sent him the trifle of wages due him by a me ssenger boy without even an inquiry concerning his condition; nothing but a hasty scrawl requesting him to sign the receipt. \ "Corporations have no souls they say," remarked Dick, aa he read the letter. "Never mind, old man, I'll stand by you. After what you did for me you may rest assured that I shall never go back on you as long as I have two hands to work." But it was very hard. For the first week if It had not been for their humble neighbors, who were kindness itself, the boys would have been in a fair way to starve. Joe needed such constant attention that Diclc could not leave him for an instant during the day, but when night came some of the neighbors lent their aid after their own hard day's labor and Dick, who now felt equal to anything, rushed out and sold newspapers, :Picked up odd jobs here and there-any-

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-,I THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. ====== ==========::==============: ...--= ---thing and everything that his hands could find to do he did laughing. "You'd do as much forme if I were in your fix, I with all his might. And really it was surprising how many stray pennies the boy managed to pick up. There is always work for willing hands in this world, and as for Dick, he was willingness itself. Toward the end of the week the Potato-Handlers' Union adjusted their difference with Mr. Douglass, the marketman. They were thoroughly beaten in their strike, and when Mr Douglass set Dick-at work again keeping tally, the men made no objection at all. guess." The next morning there was snow on the ground; not much, but just enough to make the streets look white. Joe had not been able to sleep much during the night, owing to the pain in his leg, and Dick tumbled out of bed bright and early, made him a cup of hot coffee and hurried to the balrnr's for a f!'esh loaf of bread. ' On the way back Dick remembered that this was visiting day at the Eastern Penitentiary. ) He had been looking forward to an interview with his "You can wprk here every night this week, and next," said father most eagerly, and immediately after breakfast, having Mr. Douglass. "After that the potato season will be over, but arranged to have an old woman in the neighborhood remain you are a smart sort of a chap, Dick Rollins, and the ducking you gave that walking delegate was worth lots to me. Maybe I'll be able to find something else for you 'to do." It was always a dollar and sometimes two. IL enabled Dick to keep the fire going in the rusty cookingstove and to provide enough for himself and Joe to eat. Thus stood matters on the night of which we write, when long after eleven o'clock, Dick came bustling in. "Have you had your supper?" i .nquired Joe from the bed. "Not a bite. Have you?" "Oh, yes; old Mrs. Mulligan down at the end of the alley brought me in a big plateful of corn-beef and cabbage, and I tell you it tasted good. I've saved some for you, Dick. You'll find it keeping hot on the back of the stove." "What did you do that for? Bread and is supper enough for me, with a cup of coffee to wash it down." "Why, what do you take me for, Dick Rollins?" cried Joe, his eyes glistening. "Do you think I could eat it all when I knew you'd come home hungry? And that after all you've done with Joe, he set out. The meeting between father and son was most pathetic. We shall not give it in detail, but only say that Diel;: left the penitentiary shortly after noon in a state of compfote depression. "Keep up the fight bravely, Dick," had been his father's last words. "Someone is working against us. During the lonely moments of my solitary confine;ment I have racked my to think who it can be, but in vain. Keep up a brave heart, my boy, and above all, keep a clean and out of all this trouble God will surely bring some good at last. But Dick never told his father of the attempt made upon his life. "I must shake off these feelings before I go back to Joe;" thought the boy as he walked away from the penitentiary. "I'm so near the park I guess I'll go in and take a brisk tum about. It will do me good, and by the time I get back to the alley I shall be quite myself again." He accordingly wa1ked directly up Fairmount avenue to the for me, too?" park entrance, and, passing the Lincoln monument, continued "Pooh! What have I done for you, Joe? It's what you've along by the winding paths as far as the Gerard avenue bridge, done for me, I should say." where he crossed the Schuylkill and came down by the Zoo" No, it ain't. I'd have jumped in front of that engine to logical Gardens on the other side. save anyone. It was nothing. If it hadn't been for those Presently he came opposite that curious stone structure confounded old rails, I'd have come out all right." which forms the front of the bear pits. ,.. "Oh, it's all very well to put it that way,'' replied Dick, Behind t!1e iron gate which occupies the central arch a great, laughing. "You forget that you were there on my business. shaggy-coated fellow thrust his black muzzle against the bars That you had offered me half your bed before that scoundrel and looked at Dick longingly, as though inquiring if he had tipped me off of the bridge." not brought 'him something to eat. "It's awful strange!" said Joe musingly, as Dick sat down Inside the pits were three great poles, upon two of which to his supper. "I suppose you haven't the least idea yet who bears had climbed. the fellow was?" The one clinging to the central pole looked at Dick leeringly "Nol the slightest.,, with such a comical expression that the boy could not help "It couldn't have been the walking delegate that you pitched bursting out into a hearty laugh. into the Delaware?" "Comical fellows, ain't they?"1said a pleasant voice close be"I don't think so. I am more inclined to believe that it was my poor father's mysterious enemy. I believe him to be at the bottom of all our troubles, Joe." "You didn't see his face?" "Never noticed him at all. I knew someone was coming up behind me, and that is about all I did know, when all at once I found myself whizzing over the rail." Again and again had the boys discussed this, for long before Dick had told Joe everything relating to himself. They could never arrive at any satisfactory conclusion, how ever, and after finishing his supper Dick washed up the dishes, locked the door, put out the light, and tumbled into bed. "Dick?" said Joe, after a short interval of silence. "What is it, Joe?" "Are you asleep?" "Not quite." "Dick, you've been more than a brother to me. If I ever get about again I'll show you that I don't forget." ;Oh, go to sleep and don't bother yourself," replied Dick, hind him. Dick turned on his heel abruptly. Close beside him s!ood a stout, pleasant-faced gentleman, laughing at the bears like a boy. "Why, I ought to know you, young man!" he exclaimed heartily, at the same time extending his hand toward Dick. As for Dick, he was so surprised that he did not know what to say, for in the stout gentleman he instantly recog nized Philadelphia's great philanthropist. It was the Hon. George W. Childs! CHAPTER IX. DICK'S CHAT WITH MR. CHILDS, AND WHAT CAME OF lT. \ "You are Dick Rollins-Samuel Rollins' son-who called upon me for advice the other day." "Yes, sir," replied Dick, simply.

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THE BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. )for the life of him he co ,1f.1q not think of a word to say. "Dear me, so it was. I remember now, Baker & Plumber ''Why haven't you been the office again? I was very were your father's brokers." busy that day. I hope you !lot take offense at my leaving "They were, sir." you so abruptly?" 1 , "So much the more reason that they should help you. They "Oh, no sir." have made money out of their transactions with the father, "Beqause none was intende d1 continued Mr. Childs. "I feel arid they owe at least a living to th' e son." .. very sorry for your and though it must be admitted "They will not help me, Mr. Childs, I am very certain of it." that appearances are against him, I find it very hard to be"And I," replied Mr. Childs, "am very certain that they will. lieve that he is guilty of the of which he stands charg-Baker is under obligations to me. He is a rich and kindheart ed." ed old gentleman. Plumber, as you may know, is a younger "He is innocent, Mr. Childs-I can assure you he is innoman, and, I fear, inclinetl to be a little fast. You go down cent!" cried Dick, with flashing eyes, finding his tongue at there, see Baker, and tell him I say he must put you to work." last. And as he said it the great philanthropist shook hands with Now that his father's innocence was in question, there was Diclt, buttoned up his overcoat, and walked away. no lack of words. "Shall you go?" asked Joe Rand eagerly, when Dick told him Indeed, they seemed to roll from Dick's mouth as easily as all about it that night. water from the back of the proverbial duck, and he entered "I don't know. Would you?" into a most enthusiastic defence of his parent, to which the "Would I? You can just bet I would. I tell you, Dick Rol-great philanthropist listened gravely until he was through. lins, it is the tallest kind of thing to have a friend like G. W. "It may be as you say," he replied when Dick at last ceased Childs. He's interested in you, and if this plan don't succeed, to speak. "It may all be so, and I hope it is; but who, then, you may be sure he'll that \ome other does." is this mysterious enemy who seems to bear so strong a re-Joe's argument settled it. semblance to your father as to deceive even his nearest That night Dick worked at the potatoes again, but early the friends?" next morning he spruced himself up as well as his slender re" I'm sure I cannot tell you, sir." sources would permit, and with no (ittle reluctance started for "Have you no idea? Has your father none?" the of Baker & Plumber to deliver the message of Mr. "None at all, sir." Childs. "Hum!" museci Mr. Childs. "Humr It is very remarkable. Now, Dick personally knew neither of the partners in the Quite so, in point of fact. By the way, have you succeeded in greiirt brokerage firm through which his father's business had getting anything to do yet?" been transacted for many years. "I have not, sir." In fact, he knew so little about brokers and their ways, "How, then, have you lived? I think you told me the other I that he never stopped to reflect that it was altogether unlikely day that you had no friends to whom you could apply and that he would find them at the office at so early an hour as were entirely without means." eight o'clock. Dick walked briskly along Third street he "It is true, sir. Still, I have not been altogether idle." came to Walnut. ."What have you been doing?" By frequent reference to the numbers on the buildings he Dick blushed. had already become satisfied that the office of Baker & Plum-Not that there was anything to be ashamed of, but somehow ber could not be far from the Merchpits Exchange. he didn't like to teg Mr. Childs; who in more prosperous days It proved to be next door to it, occuping the first floor on had often been a guest at his father's table, that he had been the right of the entrance to one of the great office buildings. selling newspapers in the street. Dick was about to enter, when all at once a man, walking very fast, brushed past him and ran hastily up the steps. Had he known the man to whom he spoke more intimately, Entering the building, he turned toward the door communi-he would have been aware that for thus making the best of his eating with the offices of Bakei: & Plumber. desperate situation he would have respected him all the more. In doing this he raised his eyes and caught sight of Dick As it was Dick told him about the marketman and the potato standing at the foot of the steps precisely at the same mo tallying, but refrained from mentioning other matters at all. "Indeed" 'd M Child "I h . ment that Dick caught sight of him. , sa1 r. s. ave some acquamtance with this Mr D gl A h b t h t d I Instantly the man shot through the office door, slammed it ou ass. roug u ones an worthy man. . Where are you staying, Dick Rollins?" I behmd him, disappeared . "With a friend sir ,, . Not too qmck, though, to prevent Dick Rollms from seeing "Oh the h' f d C thi at the top of the steps that mysterious face, the living counter, n you ave some r1en s. an s one do nothing . for you?,, . of his father's, and in many respects strongly resem blmg Dick laughed. his own. "He is laid up in bed with a broken leg, sir, and.as to mon ey or influence he is as badly off as myself." "Dear me. Matters are ot very i>rbsperous with you, I must 1ay. Let n;ie see-let me see. It won't do to give you money--" "I wouldn't take any, sir," broke in Dick, hotly. "I'm not a beggar. All I ask is a chal'llCe to earn my bread." "Of of course. He re, take this card, on which I ha;lt> 11crawled a few lines to Mr. Baker, of Baker & Plumber, the brokers. You know them, I presume?" Dick was very red now, and his voice trembled, as he answered: "I !mow of them, sir. It was they who sold out my father's property, pretending that they had orders to do so from him." CHAPTER X. DICK FAlLS TO FIND THE MYSTERIOUS UNKNOWN AND IS GREATLY PUZZLED THEREBY. As the mysterious unknown slammed the door of Baker & :?lumber's office behind him, Dick Rollins shot up the steps like the wind. "I'll find out who that man is if I die for it," he said. "He shall tell me his1name-why he follows me about, and--" He had just reached the office door and was about to dash in, when all at once it struck him that he had no charge to bring against this man after all. \

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-THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHlhl\DELPHIA. What had he done? Stared at Dick in the corridor of the Public Building, and again in Justice Haggerty's court room-nothing more. Staring was no crime. The fact that' this man bore so strong a resemblance to Dick's father might mean nothing more than a singular coin cidence. Dick began to see the necessity of going a little slow. "Perhaps he is either Baker or Plumber," he thought. "If that were so, it might give me something to work upon in my efforts to solve the mystery of my father's troubles. But there's no use In talking, I've got to tackle him, though I must be careful what I say. He grasped the knob of the office door boldly and was about to enter. Seeing the man pass in just ahead of him, Dick had made certain that the door was unfastened. To his surprise he found it securely locked. This discovery brought with it another moment of hesi tation. Then Dick rapped smartly on one of the ground glass panels of the door. I J There was no answ,er. Dick waited for a moment, then pressed hi!) eye against the glass and tried to peer through it. Of course he couJ.d see nothing distinctly, but did not fail to perceive a dark shadow moving about inside. Presently the shadow vanished. Dick waited a mo 'ment longer in a state of perple:x;ity. Then he knocked on the glass harder even than before. "Here, here, what are you abo11t? Get out wld yez! Don't be afther comin' into this building again." The cry came from inside the office of Baker & Plumber, but from the head of the first flight of stairs. Meanwhile there had been no answer returned to Dick's rap. Dick raised his eyes as he drew back from the door and beheld a red-headed Irishman coming down the stairs with a mop In one hand-and a pail of water in It was the janitor of the oftl.ce building making his morning rounds. As he approached Dick he shook the mop threateningly, spattering him all over with dirty water, and again ordered him off in the roughest kind qr style. "Look here," said Dick, "you needn't be so grumpy. I'm not going to steal anything. I want to see Baker & on business. This ls a public building, and I've just as much right here as you have. Don't you throw water on me again." "What for won't I?" answered the man-but he him self at a respectable distance nevertheless, for Dick was a stoutly built young fellow,, as anyone could see. "I'm the janitor of this building, an' we allow no beggars nor ped dlers. Get along wid ye, now, and don't be after a fuss." "It's you that is making all the fuss," answered Dick, trying to control his temper. "I tell you again I want to see Baker & Plumber on business. I'm neither a beggar nor a peddler, and you've no right to order me out." "Baker & Plumber ain't in. Do you expect to find them here at: daylight? Come again at nine o'clock." "I know better. One of them ls in. I saw him go in just a minute ago." "Don't be after givin' me sass, young feller. Be off wid now, afore I call a cop." ,There was nothing: for Dick but to retreat, unless he wanted back on the janitor. and d escerllfed the steps to the below "I won t lo s e sight of the doot till that man comes out or I can go in, he muttere d "Not if I have to stay here watch' ing it until night." Dick posed at the' f6ot of the steps and wiiited. Once or twice the janitor app eared at the door and stared at him, but he did not say anything ; nor did he attempt to drive him away. Half an hour pa s sed. Not for an instant had Dick lost sight of the office door, but the man whom he had seen enter did not make' his appearance. Presently a boy came along with his hands in his pockets, whistling a po pular air. He ran up the steps and tried Baker & Plunroer's door. Evidently it was still locked, for the boy did not succeed in opening it, but turned av,:ay, and began dancing upon the hall floor. At first Dick thought he would speak to the boy and ask him if he l5elonged there. Upon reflection,_ however, he determined not to do this, but to simply wait. Another half hour pa s sed but th e door did not open. The boy still remained wai ting in the hall. Just after nine o'clo ck a ple a sant-fac ed old g e ntleman passed Dick and ascended the s tep s with slow and dignified tread. Upon reaching the door of Baker & Plumber's office he first tried it, and upon finding it locked, drew a key from his pocket fitted it to the Joc k and passed in. "This must be Mr. Baker," thought Dick. The boy had entered just behind the old gentl e man, who bade him a pleasant good-iporning. Dick waited for a moment or two, and then went in himself with Mr Childs' card of iritrodu,ction in his hand. As he closed the door he cast a hasty glance about him. The office was a double one and handsomely furnished. In the outer room, which was the largest, the boy was 'bustling about putting things in order, while through an open door Dick could see the old gentleman seated at a desk examining his morning mail. No sign of the man Dick had first seen enter could be dis covered. "Probably he is in the rear office," thought Dick, as. he stepped boldly up to the railing. and inquired for Mr. Baker. "Mr. Baker! Step into the private office," answered the boy respectfully. "He has just come in and will see you I guess." He opened a gate as he spok:e and Dick walked in. He felt certain that he should find the mysterious unknown in the private office with ,Mr. Baker, and his heart beat vio lently. He was mistaken. Upon entering the office there was no one there but Mr. Baker seated calmly at hrs desk opening his mail. CHAPTER XI. DICK GETS A JOB. "Well, young man, what can I do for y
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14 THE BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. "Take a seat,'' said Mr. Baker, waving his hand toward a chair. "Let me see, what is t):lis my friend Childs says? 'Dear Baker,-Please make a place for this young man in your office, and-um-um-um-oblige yours, G. W. Childs.' Well, sir, it seems my friend wants me to give you em ployI11ent. That's the idea, is lt not?" "Yes, sir," replied Dick, his diffidence with firm hold upon him again. "What' s your name?" asked Mr. Baker, tossing the card on his desk, picking up another letter, and beginning to open it." "Dick Rollins, sir." Mr. Baker dropped the paper-cutter and stared. "Dick Rollins! Are you Samuel Rollins' son?" am, sir." "And you have the face to come to me for employment. Upon my word I admire your nerve." "I told Mr. Childs it would be no use to ask you," replied Dick, flushing. "After what you did to my father, I had no right to expect--" "Softly, softly,'' interrupted Mr. Baker, wheeling about in his chair. "It strikes me young man, that you are getting the cart before the horse. It should be after what your father did to me-to my firm." find it, would enable Dick to prove his father's innocence be fore the world. Then Dick remembered the mysterious unknown and the strange occurrence of the morning. "I'm going to catch on here if the thing is possible," he thought to himself. "What better beginning in the great work which lies before me than to get in with this firm." He felt tile ambitious thrill of a young detective arise within him as he controlled his feelings, and said in answer to Mr. Baker's last remark: "If you will help me, I shall be very grateful, sir, and will try to do the best I can. "Well, I'm willing to try you, if Plumber makes no objec tion," answered Mr. Baker. "You look like an honest lad, and talk like a smart one. I am not one of those who believe in visiting the sins of the fathers upon the children, and all that sort of rubbish. The fact is our clerk left us yesterday in a hurry-we caught him stealing-do you think you can fill his place?" "What are the duties?" inquired Dick. Mr. Baker explained. There was nothing particularly complicated about the work, and Dick said confidently that he thought he could do it. "All right," said F-ir. Ba)\er, very pleasantly. "I am will ing to help you, Dick Rollins-more than willing. But I have "I can't discuss it," said Dick rising. He was very pale now and his voice trembled, but as was always the case 1when his fathl:lr's honor was called Into question, he. had regained the use of his tongue "I was a fool to come here," he said, hotly. "My father has suffered enough from--" "Sit down again, young man," interposed Mr. Baker, quietly. "Do not let your temper get the best of you-it is a bad habit in business matters. You were not a fool to come here with such a recommendation as you bring with you. I would do anything for Mr. Childs. Now then tell me plainly what you want?" a partner-Mr. Plumber-I cannot answer' for him. At times be is peculiar. Remain here until he comes in and we will put the question to him. Meanwhile, let me put a question or twl? to you. Do not get angry. This business of your father's-how do you account for it? I have tried hard to believe in hi s honesty. Is it not true that he is insane?" '" J "I want a chance to earn an honest living." "To that everyone Is entitled. Perhaps I can help you. Let us see. How old are you, Dick Rollins?" Dick told him. "No, it is not, Mr. Baker," answered Dick, decidedly. "My father is neither dishonest nor crazy. He has enemies working against him-someone has personated him, and--" Dick had it on the end of his tongue to speak of the man he had seen enter the office but he did not. He was wondering if that man could be Mr. Plumber. The question was immediately settled, for before Mr. Baker had time to say another word, Mr. Plumber came "You were attending Haverford College when your father bustling in. got into trouble, if I remember aright?" CertainlY, this was not the man Dick had seen fly past him "I was." up the steps. "You ought to be reasonably well educated." "I think I am up to the average, Mr. Baker." "Hum-yes. What have you been doing since-that is, of late-that's it. What have you been doing of late?" "Various things. Anything and everything I could find to do." "You have had no experience in regular business?" "No, sir." In size and general appearance he might have answered his description, but his face bore no more resemblance to that of Dick's father than did the face of Mr. Baker himself. He eyed Dick curiously, simply bowing when Mr. Baker In troduced him, and listened without speaking while his partner put the case "Very good, Baker. I'm willing if you are,'' he said briefly, when Mr. Baker ceased to speak. "Dick Rollins, you may "Well,'' said Mr. Baker, slowly, "well, I have made money come here to-morrow morning . If you suit us to commence out of your father, ;ruck Rollins, arld I can't say that I ever with we will give you ten dollars a week." lost any. His curious conduct has placed me in a very Was. it fate which had sent Dick Rollins to the office of awkward position, but-but-well, I'm willing to help his Bake r & Plumber-which had brought about his meet1ng with son." By this time Dick had calmer and in a great measure regafned his self-confidence. While Mr. Baker had been questioning him, he had been thinking. It was in the hands of this firm that his father's property and the property which he held in trust for others had been placed. It was this firm who had sold him out during his absence, claiming and proving to the satisfaction of judge and jury that they had done so upon the personal order of Samuel Rollins himself. Here was the mystery, the key to which, if he could but Mr. Child13 in the park? Let the sequel show. At last, "after many trials, Dick had found a job. CHAPTER XII. THE DISAPPEARANCE OF MR. BAKER'S BONDS. "'Dick, I want to speak to you a moment." "Yes, sir." Dick Rollins laid down his pen and passed into Mr. Baker's

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//. THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. private office, where that gentleman sat, his elbow resting upon the desk, his head upon his hand. "Dick," he said,"! am feeling very unwell. Really, I don't think I can stand it longer. I must hurry home, my boy, and send for the doctor. Put these bonds in the safe, and when you go be that it is securely locked. There is $50,000 altogether. If Plumber don't show up in the morning, take them down to :Barns & Beagle and tell them to sell them out on my account." 1 Dick took up the bonds and counted them carefully. "I will dOI just as you say, sir," he answered. "I hope you are not going to be seriously sick." "I don't think so," replied Mr. Baker. "Probably I shall be better in the morning. Tell Tom to call a carriage and I will go at once." Dick put the bonds in the safe, and, as it was, already past four o'clock, he put the books in too, and locked it securely, then helping Mr. Baker into the carriage which presently drove up to the door. A year had passed since the day Dick Rollins engaged with Baker & Plumber. whose brother owned the building, Joe, who was by this time completely restored to health, had succeeded the red-headed janitor, and Dick shared his comfortable apartments away up at the top of the house. It was bachelor's hall with a vengeance. They did their own housekeeping and Joe had become a famous cook. They were as thorou1ghly independent as two young fellows could possibly wish to be-had all they needed and plenty to spare. Very different then were things from the days of the garret in the alley-very different indeed. Now, before proceeding with our story, we must stop to mention that there was one very peculiar thing about Mr. Plumber. He was in the habit of indulging in mvsterious absences. He would walk out of the office ostensibly to go on 'Change, to his lunch, or with the avowed intention of going straight to his house, and would not be seen by anyone for dayssometimes it was weeks. Where he went no one knew, nor would he ever speak about the subject, but always grew angry if the slightest From the position of clerk at ten dollacs a week, he had allusion to the matter was made. been advanced to that of bookkeepe,r and cashier, and was Confidentially Mr. Baker communicated his belief to Dick now in receipt of a salary, which though it might have seemed that Mr. Plumber drank; but as to Dick himself he could small In the eyes of some, enabled him to live very com-truthfully say that duri n g the whole year of his service with I fortably In deed. the great brokerage firm he had never seen the junior partner During the year many things had happened as a matter of under the influence of liquor once. course. As soon as Mr. Baker had gone, Dick hurried back to the First and foremost Dick had completely won the confidence office, cleared up such business as remained unfinished, dis of Mr. Baker, and had himself grown to esteem that gentlemissed the boy and closed for the night. man as a friend. Before leaving, however, he opened the safe again as a Whatever the truth concerning his father's troubles might matter of precaution, to make certain that Mr. Baker's bonds be, Dick had long since became satisfied that Mr. Baker was were safe in the drawer in which he had placed them. perfectly honest in all he claimed. ) "I don't like the responsi.bility of those bonds for a cent,'' As for Mr. Plumber, Dick did noLknow what to make of he said to Joe, when he found himself in their room upstairs him. a few moments later. "I wish Mr. Baker had taken them He rarely spoke to Dick, and never interfered with him. home with him, but seeing that he didn't I wish to goodness When Mr. Baker, pleased with the boy's diligent attention to Mr. Plumber would come back and attend to their sale himbusiness, had spoken of advancing Dick, Mr. Plumber readily self." assented. "It shows that old man Baker has got confidence in you, "He's smart and he's honest as far as I can see," was what Dick heard him say in reply. And yet somehow Dick felt that Mr.,Plumber did not like him-felt that he was forever secretly watching him. Though he invariably professed the utmost friendliness, Diek could not help feeling that the man was not his friend after all. As for the mysterious unknown, Dick had seen nothing of him since the moment of his disappearance behind the office door. To add to the mystery he had learned that no one at the time had been in possession of keys to the office except Mr. Plumber, the janitor, and Mr. Baker himself. As to the m ethod by which the man had managed to leave the office, that was another mystery. Opening from the private room was a door leading out into an alley, it was true; but to this door-which was seldom used and never kept unlocked-there were but two keys, one carried by each member of the firm. Altogether the matter was very mysterious, and many was the time that Dick an'd Joe had talked it over in their room ut> under the roof of the great office building in which the affair occurred. How was this? Did Joe Rand then live in the building? Indeed he did. He had. been living there months. \ for the past six The fact was that through Dick's infl.uenceo-with Mr. Baker, Dick," answered Joe, who was "fussing" over the stove busily engaged in preparing supper at the time. "If he only knew you as well as I do, he'd be willing to trust you with all the money he's worth, and they do say that's no slough of a pile." That evening the boys went to the Arch street theatre to witness the famous Christmas spectacle of "Old Dame Trot and Her Comical Cat." The entertainment was a good one and kept up till after eleven. After it was over Joe and Dick stopped in at Jimmy Spen cer's on Chestnut street and had oyster stews, after which Joe lighted a cigar-Dick had not learned to smoke as yetand just as the midnight hour rang out from a neighboring steeple, the boys turned the corner of Third and Walnut streets, passed the Merchants' Exchange and were home. "Say, Joe, do you know I believe I'll go into _the office and take another look at Mr. Baker's bonds before we turn in," said Dick, as his companion closed and locked the great outer door of the building behind tl!em. r "Pshaw! What's the use, Dick. We locked the door wheni we went out. We found it locked just no _w. Of course no one can have been in the building since we left." "I should feel safer to do it, Joe. Mr Plumber is off on one of his mysterious alJsences, you know; for a no one has seen him, and now tha_t Mr. Baker is sick, the whole re sponsibility rests on my shoulders. It won't take a moments. There, the door is unlocked now, and--Great Scott! The

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THE Sl\IARrrIST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. ',7()1 safe is open! SomeoneJoe! I am ruined! The bonds are gone! Dick had lighted the gas while speaking, when to his horror he r 1 iscovered that the doors of the great safe were wide open. pow he stood before it as1 yale as death, gazing d own into the empty drawer in which he had placed Mr. Baker's bonds. "What! How! Gone! bonds gone!" exclaimed Joe Rand .in horrified amazement. "I say, Dick Rollins, have the:m oysters gone to your head? "Nonsense! Do you think I'm fooling? There-look-see for y(; mrself that I am not. Dick seized Joe by the arm, dragged him before}he open safe and there, sure enough, was a drawer pulled out to its utmost extent and empty. "Is that the drawer the bonds was in?" asked Joe, aghast. "Of course it is. Great Scott, Joe! I am ruined. What will Mr. Baker say? What am I to say to make him believe I am telling him the truth." '"l'o make him believe you, Dick? Why, how could any qne what knows you disbelieve you? I honestly believe you never told a deliberate lie in your life." "But everyone not the same confidence in me that you have, Joe. I-that is someone--oh, Joe! Joe I am ruined! I am ruined, and just as I began to think I was making a They could not account for it, Joe J. have spoken to them about it, and--" "And both are humbugging you, Rollins. That's my belief. Anyhow you've got me for a witness. We've been together ever since the shop "Yes, but you didn't see me close \he safe, Joe. '.Oepend upon it nobody will believe what we say." "But you did lock the safe?" "Of course I did." "And we know the office door was locked, and as for the outer door of the building, I locked that my If. How the mischief an'yone could manage to get in beats me for-By gracious, Dick Rollins! We've clean the alley door!" "The alley door!" cried Dick turning pale. "Why, Joe, that 0door has not been open i'n months." I'll bet you a shilling it's open now," answered Joe, as they sprang toward the private office. And sure enough so it was. The door was not only unlocked but stood wide open. It was plain enough now by what means the thief had come and gone. Have you a key to this door, Dick?" whispered Joe. "Mine are all upstairs." start." I have one, yes. And so much the worse for me, for And Dick leaned against the he avy iron door of the safe and they will swear I used it." buried his face in his hands. "Use it now, then," answered Joe, who had hurried back "Oh, come now, I say!" cried Joe, in his rough way. "This Into the main office and turned out the gas. won't do, Dick. This won't do at all. There s no us e in He pushed Dick through the alley door, and taking the giving up. We'd better, a blame sight, try an' find out who key from him, locked it behind him_. the thief was, an' which way he went." "What are you going to do?" asked Dick. "It's no use," said Dick, hoarsely. "Don't you see, Joe, t he "Going to the station, of course, to report this busines-s safe has been opened in the re gular way by someone who un-1 to the police. It's what we ought to do-what we must do. derstands the combination. This thing is a putup job to get We've got nothing to conceal, and-thunder! Dick Rollins, me into trouble. My unknown enemy has been at work hete look down there at 111.e end of the alley, and tell me what again." "Then so much the more reason why we should have our wits about us. Dick if we don't hunt that scoundrel down this time why-why blame me!" It was the strongest expression Joe ever used. "What can we do?'' whispered Dick, trembling violently. "We must do something, but what? $50,000! How1can I ever face Mr. Baker and tell him of his loss?" "Well, you haven't got to do that to-night." "I ought to do it at once : He l eft these bonds especially in my charge and--" "There, there!" answered Joe, who had lfghted every gas jet in the office. "No more shilly-shalling now, something'i:; going to be done, Dick Rollins, you can bet your life on that. Didn't you think wi:ien you first engaged here that there was something crooked about these people? Now you tel me all about it. Who beside yourself knows the combination of that lock?" "No one but Mr. Baker and Mr. Plumber." "Then one of them has been here and opened if and taken the bouds--that's clear enough, Dick." "Impossible, Joe. Mr. Baker went home sick, and It ain't likely he came back and got the bonds, leaving the safe open behind him. As for Mr. Plumber he hasn't been seen in a week." "I don't trust neither on 'em, Dick. Didn't they out your father?" "They certainly did, Joe, but now that I have come to know them better I am certain that they were deceived into it." "Don't be J;oo sure of that. Have you forgotten that you saw the feller what looks like your father go through that door a year ago? How did Baker and Plumber account for that?" you see!" The were standing together at the top of the step leading up to the side entrance to Baker & Plumber's oftice. Down at the end: of the alley a solitary street lamp burned, and beside it stood a stout, portly old gentleman with his face turned toward them. "Great Heaven! It is Mr. Baker!" gasped Dick, and before Joe could say anothei; word he had leaped down the steps and was dashing down the alley at the top of his speed. CHAPTER XIV. A MIDNIQHT WANDERER. :Old Mr. Baker see Dick Ro1llns coming? Was this the reason why he made a sudden dive for a car on Walnut street asi it jingled past? Whether It was 'the reason or not he was gone before Dick could gain the lamp post, by the side of which he had stood. "Was It Baker-did you see his face?" panted Joe, as he came dashing up "Hey! Stop the car! Hey, hey!" roared Dick, dashing away from Joe up Walnut street without even stopping to reply. But as lu,ck would have it the conductor was inside the car collecting fares, the driver did not hear Dick's shouts or was disinclined to stop. Up the street sped Dick, shouting himself"hoarse, with Joe running after him. .,. It was no use. He could not catch the car, and at last, when his breath gave out, he had to stop.

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\ THE SMAR'rES'r BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. "Was it Baker?" repeated Joe, as he overtook him. "Of course it was! Joe Rand, what can this' mean?" "Blamed if I know, Dick. I thought it was Baker, when I first seen him standing there by the lamp post at the end of the alley." ''And I am sure of it," panted Dick. "Joe, this ls a plbt to ruin me. I'm going to take the very next car up to Mr. Baker's house." "Go slow, old man, go slow," said Joe. "Don't forget that you thought you saw your father go into the office, when you knew blame well at the time that he was in the stone jug." It was cold that night. It had been cold and raw all day, and now it was beginning to snow. Filled with perplexity Dick Rollins, accompanied by Joe, boarded the next car that came along, alighting in front of the elegant mansion of Mr. Baker, on West Walnut street, oppo site Rittenhouse square, a little later on. "I say, Dick, there's something wrong here," whispered Joe. "No one has been into Baker's house during the last half hour-1-that's flat." "Look at them steps-they're thick with snow." "And not a footprint to be by gracious, you're right." It was plain e7ough that Mr. Baker had not entered the house since the snow began to fall unless, indeed, he had fiow'n in by the window. The storm, which was every moment increasing in violence, had already covered the marble steps of the Baker mansion with a coating of pure white flakes lying in ,one unbroken sheet. The house also was entirely dark, and from all outward appearance there was every reason to believe that its inmates had long ago retired to their beds. "Are you going to tackle it?" whispered Joe. Dick stood iI resolute. He had been certain tifat it. was Mr. Baker whQ had boarded the car ahead of him. AU the way up Walnut stre&: he had been telling himself that the man he had grown to esteem so highly had played a trick on him-that he wouJd ring the bell boldly, accuse him to his face, and-and now that he had reached the house at last he felt all his courage fail. "Upon my word, Joe, I don't know what to do." "Nor I, either. It's my opinion we're sold." "But it was Baker." "It couldn't have been. What in the name of sense would have brought him out of a sick bed on a night like this, let alone stealing his own bonds?" "Let us wait a few minutes," whispered Dick. "Perhaps he has delayed entering only to throw us off the scent. He may come yet. Come across the street and we'll watch from behind one of the trees in front of the square." 1 Pushing their way across the street through the snow the boys took up their position behind one of the great shadowing elms and waited. 1 ; At the end of half an hour they were still waiting and watching, not one whit wiser than they had been before. The house still remained dark, the covering of the snow upon the steps unbroken-Mr. Baker had not been seen. "We've been fooled, that's certain," said Joe at last. "Look here, Dick. We may as well give it up." "Give it up! Joe Rand, yqu forget what ls involved." "No, I don't forget either. But what are you going to do7 If you ring the bell and find Ba ,ker asleep you'q be in a sweet position. Fancy what he'll say when you tell him about the bonds." I "But I've got to tell him some time." "Better wait till morning. Come on. Let's go over to Chest.nut street and take the dOWii car-thunder! What alls that womari-is she drunk?" Along the opposite side of the street a slight figui-\i en veloped fro head to foot in a long black cloak had been rapidly advancing toward him. It was a woman, anu as she came opposite Mr. Baker's house she shot one glance toward it/ seemed to. reel, staggered for ward a few steps and sank down upon the snow. "Drunk or sober, it's a woman," cried Dick. "Joe, we must help her," and he hurried across the street. There was a dimly burning gas lamp close beside the spot_, where the woman hdd fallen. When Dick Rollins raised her with tender hand he had ex pected to see the bloated features of one of the unhappy mid night wanderers, of which Philadelphia, in common with every large city, has her share. "Come, get up. You musn't lie here," he said, kindly. Then, as the fell UPQn her face, a cry of amuement escaped him. Whoever the .midnight wanderer might J:>e, whatever her name or station, all that Dick thought of at that instant was 'that he was looking down upon one of the most beautiful faces It had ever been his fortune to behold! CHAPTER XV. MATTERS GET ALL TANGLED UP. "Phew! Holy Cresar, what a pretty girl!' blurted out honest Joe Rand, as his eyes caught the beauteous vision which had so strongly affected Dick. "Hush!" whispered Dick. "She may hear you, she-" "Has she fainted?" "I. think so." "More likely she's full." "Joe! How can you! Look at that face. She drink?" What was it that went thumping away inside Dick RolJins' overcoat-that made him forget for the time being even Mr. Baker's bonds? Probably it was his heart, since it could not have been anything else, but certain it was it was beating in a way that it had never beat before. Kneeling beside the girl, who, from all appearance, could not have been aider than her sixteenth year, Dick began chafing the prettiest and most delicate hands he had ever touched, supporting her head on his knee. With her fall the cloak had dropped back, revealing a mass of curling, golden halr. It was almost too much for Dick, and it sent through 4is frame a thrill such as he had never experienced, when all at once the eyes opened an4 stared straight into his face. There was a start-a frightened cry. Springing to her feet the girl gathered her cloak about her, .and would have glided away had not Dick stopped her with a gentle pressure Of the hand. "You are feeling better?" he asked, simply. The girl seemed to hesitate, and then turned _and faced him. As her eyes met Dick's again she blushed and seemed to read his thoughts. As for Joe he was so overcome that he had pulled otr his hat and stood bareheaded in the snow. "I am much better, sir," said the girl, slowly, "and I hardly know how to thank you, I-I am not well-I must have fainted."

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18 THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. "You are in troub1e? s a i d Dick, reading the anxious exknows? You have e nemies. This may be nothing but a pression on her f11ce. I Again .there was hesitation, but only for an f.stant. "Oh, gentlemen, if I could only feel certain that I could trust you! I am in great trouble-I--" "Indeed, and you may trust us, miss," said Dick gently. "I know what troulJle is-we both know. This is Joe Rand. My name is Dick Rollins. If there ls anything we can do--" trap." "A trap-with that face? Joe Rand, I'm amazed at you ." And thus indignantly excJaiming, Dick moved to the side of the girl again. "We will go with you, miss, he said, simply. And they went. The mere fact that he was walking by the side of the fair The girl flashed one quick inquiring look at Dick out of stranger seemed to so fill his thoughts, that Joe c ame to the her great melting eyes. conclusion that he had fallen head over heels in love with "Would you be willing to act as my escort to the gate of the golden head and big blue eyes, and inde ed, it is our the Eastern Penitentiary?" she interrupted. I know what a opinion that Joe was not very far astray. singular request it is, but I must go, and I am laboring und e r The further on their way they got the more anxious Joe such excitement that I fear I can never reach it alone and in be c ame for he expected every minute that the girl would thii storm." betray them into the hands of some ruffian in true novel "The Eastern Penitentiary!" gasp e d Di ck. The Eastern style. Penitentiary!. Y et she di d not. "Gentlemen, I do not ask you to go with me. Show me In fact she d i d nothing but submit herself quietly to the what cars I ought to take and--" guidan c e of Dick and Joe 'But what in the name of sense do you want at the Eastern All the long r i de s h e sc arce ly spoke a t all, and her desire PenUentiary at this uneart..hly hour?" questioned Joe, his to be l eft to h e r own thoughts was So manifest that at last suspicions beginning to all thre e f e ll into whi c'Q. was only broken when Dick "I cannot tell you." stopped the car and th ey a lighted, finding themselves stand"What's your name? Where do you Jive?" ing alone at the corn e r of Fairmount a nd Corinthian avenu e s "Do no Uask me," answered the girl be ginning to cry. "I as thecar rolled on . must go, and I am afraid to go alone. Oh, have pity on me, "We a r e h e re mi ss," said Dick, pointing toward the front Rll;d. teU me what cars to take as qui ck as you can of the gloomy b uilding "Is there no thing further that we "If you must go I will go with you, said Dick, decidedly. can do for y ou? "Joe, you will come too "Oh, I will be so grateful," breathed the girl, "so very We musl'hurry-we must be there by two o'clock, or wm be too late." d ea r me! Oh dear m e what s hall I do? wailed the girl bursting into a flo od o f t eari;. I thought I had. the cou r age to t ell the m , but I have n t. If you would go to the gate and ring the b ell--" "Too late for what?" demanded Joe. "Hist! Hist! whi s pered Joe, s uddenly "There's some"Do not ask me I cannot answer. Only take me there thing going on up there on the w a ll on the Corinthian and leave me at the gate. I ask no more. a venu e side." "Say, Dick, she's crazy!" whisp e red Joe, drawing Dick a Before the words had fairly l eft Joe's mouth the girl, turn-llttlc to one side "She's as crazy as a loon, if she is as Ing her g aze in the dir ection indicated, threw up h e r hands pretty as a picture It you go gallivantin' about with h e r lo s gave on e p i ercing s hriek, and da s hed up Corinthian avenue Ing time that may be precious, in my opinion you re a f ool. like mad. "Crazy. Nonsense! Joe, she's in trouble; and w e must help Dick would hav e follo w e d .had not Joe caught his arm and her. roughly staye d him. "So are you In trouble. Think of Baker and the bonds "Do you want to get us both in to trouble? 1 he breathed. "Well, we can't do any more about it until morning, can "There's e om e on e trying to escap e from the penitentiary. we? You said so yourself just a little while ago Don't you see-there-walking on the wall." "Perhaps I did But I didn't say that y ou ought to go off Corinthian avenue whi c h skirts the wall of the Eastern the dear knows where with the first strange girl you happened Penitentiary on the right h a nd s id e w a s w ell lighted. to meet. "But Joe---" "Don't talk to me, Dick Rollins You are going to make a fool of yourself, and you want me to help you." "Joe! Don't you understand, or won t you understand? That girl is in trouble. Perhaps her father may be in the Eastern Penitentiary." "Oh, come now that's altogether too romantic. But if you are set on going, Dick, why all there is about it, I'm going with you I've no notion of seeing you go alone. Who Even as Dick looked he heard l a shot fir e d heard shouts and then a cry. The n to his amazem ent he distinctly saw fat, portly Mr. Baker running nimbly along the top of the penitentiary wall. CHAPTER XVI. DIOK TO THE RESCUE OF HIS FAIR DULCINEA.. "Let him out! Let him out! He is innocent! I stole the money. 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/ THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. 19 Amid the howling wind and driving snowflakes the cry it seemed to him that the girl Jn the black cloak glided fro m -. went forth upon the stillness of the the shadow of the wall, sprang into the carriage and pulle!l the door shut. It came from the Corinthian avenue side of the Eastern Penitentiary, where Dick Rollins and Joe Rand could dis"Joe! must not go with him! He is mad and might tinctly see fat Mr. Baker running nimbly along the top of the do her harm. By heavens! I .must save her, and I will!" wall, shouting like mad. "Dick! Dick! Stop! Don't you do it! Stop! Stop, I say!" He was dressed precisely as Dick and Joe had seen him iu It was no use. ihe alley. I Dick had torn himself from his companion and was dashing In one hand he held what appeared to be a bundle of 1 toward the carriage with the speed of the wind papers, Which he was shaking violently at someone in the "Halt, there! Halt, or we fire!" came the shouts from penitentiary yard as he ran. behind. "Oh, I've got the ducats to pay for it!" he shouted. "Let him It was no time to parley. out, will you? Let him out! Let him out! Bang! bang! bang! Almost in the same breath shots whistled past Joe Rand, who lost no time in skurrying after Dick. There were three sharp reports as from a rifle. He had not advanced a dozen steps w .hen he slipped and Loud cries were heard-lights :ti.ashed-there was a great fell headlong, landing plump on his face in the snow. deal of noise around on Fairmount avenue, as though several Meanwhile Dick, though he had not Jost an instant, found persons were advancing from that side. himself too late to prevetlt Mr. Baker from making off with "Joe! Joe! For Heaven's sake, what does this mean?" the hack. breathed Dick, clutching his companion by the arm. It had been his intention to seize the horses by the heads "It means that old man Baker's run mad as a hatter!. and, if possible, hold them until the prison guards came up. replied Joe. "Quick, Dick! Let's get out of this, or we won't That Mr. Baker had lost his reason Dick had not a shad o w have a chance! Let's cut down Corinthian avenue-there's of doubt; and as he ran he found himself wondering if the a whole mob of fellers coming t'other way." affairs of his unfortunate father had not. been at the bottom "But the girl, Joe-the girl?" of it all. "Oh, confound the girl. It is she that got us into the. "Who was it that he was calling upon the prison authorities scrape. First thing you know you'll get a bullet in your to release, if not Samuel Rollins?" back if we stay much longer fooling here." It certainly looked as though a troubled conscie n ce h a d But Dick had no notion of abandoning to her fate the girl driven him mad. whose beauty had already made so strong an impression upon Then there was the girl. his heart. }Vas she Mr. Baker's daughter? Sti11 he made no objection to Joe's proposal. Dick, knowing as he did absolutely nothing of his em Upon leaving them so abruptly the girl had run down ployer'I:! family, found himself on this point equally at sea. Corinthian avenue. Quick as had b,een his action, Dick was quite to o sl o w f o r To follow Joe's advice was likewise to follow her, and away Mr. Baker. the boys dashed through the snow. He had gathered up the reins even before the b o y had Meanwhile Mr. Baker continued to run along the wall in reached the c'a.rriage, and seizing the whip gave the h o rses the same direction with themselves. Evidently the shots had alarmed him, although they had 4 been without other effect, for he had now: ceased to shout and seemed looking out for some good place to jump Now, for the first time, the boys perceived a stand ing at the curb, well down toward the end of the wall. It was an old-fashioned hack with a trunk race behind, drawn by two horses, which stood unblanketed in the storm. several powerful cuts. "Stop!" shouted Dick "Stop, Mr. Baker! It is I! Di c k Rollins! I want to speak to you! Stop, I say!" 'fhen it seemed to Dick _that the man on the box turned and made faces at him, as he lashed the horses into a still harder run. In another instant it would have been beyond Dick's power to have done what he did just then. "There he goes! There he goes!" whispered Joe at the With a bound forward and a flying leap he caug h t the same instant. "Great Cresar! the man will surely break rack behind the carriage, and clutchb:ig the strap with both his neck!" hands, his stomach pressed hard against the rack, he hung Even as he spoke Mr. baker gave a flying leap from the there as the caniage rolled onward through the snow, his wall, landing on his back in the snow. legs dangling down behind. He was up again in an instant. It was a ticklish position. The place he had chosen for his leap was close alongside of The carriage rolled and swayed from side to side like a the carriage, and upon regaining his feet the boys saw him ship in a storm. run toward it and climb hastily upon the box. Again and again Dick tried to draw himself upon the rack Was it imagination? but without success. Dick was almost inclined to think so, for down close to the He had no purchase-the carriage swayed so that he c ould ground he could see distinctly, but most certainly not-but there! It was done at last. .J ./

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20 THE S1L\R'l'E S T BOY PHILADELPHIA. Dick sank ciown upon the rack almost breathless, when tmddenly: Now, Joe Rand was d e cidedly a quick -witted fellow To make use of his own expressive phraseoI6'y, there wer e "Crack, crack, crack! came the whip-lash, taking him across "no flies on him," and it pop_ped into his head all in an instant the face and his already tingling ears. that these were the pap ers shaken by Mr. Baker when he He bore it bravely and never made a sound. was screaming' out about his money while dancing. on the "Ha,' ha, ha!" he hear someone shriek above him. wall. "There's no one there. I've got t.l:le best of them all. Ha, No sooner had the idea popped into Joe' s head than Joe ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! "If it wasn't for that girl I declare I stay here another minute," thought Dick, his blood fairly curdling at popped on to his feet. The next thing the guards knew-and they thought that they had their eyes upon him-he had popped altogether out the sound of that demoniacal laugh. "Did she really get into of sight, having first taken the precaution to pop the package the carriage, I wonder, or did I only imagine it? I could of papers intothe pocket of his coat. almost swear I saw her enter, and yet--" And yet he had no means of determining, for strangely enough the usual wiipdow in the bac k of hacks of so ancient pattern was wanting in this one. To stretch one's neck around the wheel and peer in at the side window was a decidedly dangerous undertaking, never theless Dick tried it. He could see the front seat, which was vacant. Now just exactly how Joe managed it we are uninformed. The fact is, it was all d<;>ne so quickly that he hardly knew himself how he did it. Certain it was, however, that the prison guard gave chase to the flying hack, Joe Rand ,managed to slip across the street and g e t into the shadow, when the next thing he knew, he found himself crouching in a vacant lot up against a fence Here he remained for fully fifteen minutes. All attempts to catch a glimpse of the back seat pro ved Already he had seen them, return, take the ladder from fruitless, and with the boy still clinging to the rack the against the penitentiary wall and disappear around the corner carriage rolled on. "Here! Here! Stop there!" shouted the policeman at the corner of Corinthian and Girard avenues, dashing out and trying to catch the flying horses by the head. of Fairmount avenue before he dared to move. "Thank goodnE)ss, they haven' t caught Dick," he muttered, while stealing along the fence toward the end of the lot. "I hope no harm comes to him, but-Holy Jemina! If these The man on the box only cracked his whip and laughed here I>apers ain't government bonds!" loud and wildly. It almost took Joe's breath away. The last Dick saw of the policeman as he was whi s ked away, He had paused UI\der a street lamp for a single instant he was shaking his fist at the flying vehicle while picking to have a look at the papers. himself up out of the snow. "I wonder where this is going to end? thought Dick It was hard to say. Down Girard avenue rolled the hack, square after square, until at last they crossed Shackamaxon street and were in The package was a large one, and the pap ers were crisp and all of the same size. Even Joe, inexperienced as he was in such matters, saw at a giance tqat he held a small fortune in his hands. Without stopping to investigate any further, he thrust the Flshtown away over in Kensington, and on and stiff on bonds back into the pocket of his overcoat and ran toward the into the neighborhood of the great coal docks of the Reading Brown street end of the square. road. By and b.y the horses began to go and slower, and at last, in of a row of shabby frame dwellings on Rich mond street, they stopped. Dick dropped to the ground in an instant anq ran around the hack. To his utter amazement he saw that the box was empty and the reins trailing on the ground. There was not a trace of Mr. Baker to be seen. CHAPTER XVII. JOE FINDS THE BONDS. He had no doubt whatever that he held in his {>Ossession the bonds stolen from the safe in the office of Baker & Plumber, nor had he greater doubt that Mr. Baker was himself the thief. But what was he to do? It was all this that puzzled honest Joe. He looked this way and that, hoping against hope that hP might see something of Dick. Then after a time, "seeing, as he expressed it, "nuthin' of I \ nobody," Joe skirted, around the other side of the peniten-tiary, and 'took the Fairmount cars do:wn town in a much No\v we must return to Joe Rand whom we left, it will be mixed frame of mind remembered, sprawling in the snow alongside the penitentiary He went straight to the office building and let himself into wall. the office of Baker & Plumber. He wasn't hurt a bit, and, of course, his first thought was Everyth}ng was precisely as they had left it. to regain his feet. The doors of the great safe were still open, and so was the It was this which caused him to thrust out his hands, when drawer. all at once the right came in contact with what Joe took to "If I were only sure that these were old Baker's bonds, be a bundle of paper lying in the snow. I'd put them in the drawer and lock her up," muttered Joe;

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0 'l'HE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. 11 but se ein' as I ain' t, I'll just skip upstairs, for maybe Dick has got in. But Dick had not got. in. "Indeed, an' I'll not. d "But you must. It may be a matter of life and Here' s a quarter for you-now like a good girl don't Everything in the rooms up under the roof of the me waiting any Jpnger than you help." ing remained precisely as the boys had left it when they The quarter settled the buiiJil).ess. 'I went out to the theatre hours before In another instant Joe found himself seated in the, Dick wasn' t there, nor had he been there. elegantly furnished parlor he had ever entered. Joe lit the. gas, stirred up the fire and settled himself Here he wl!-ited. down to wait for Dick to come in. After an interminable time, there was a heavy step heard He was most d re adfully puzzled and not a little alarmed upon the stairs, the door opened and Mr. Baker, calm and for Dick s safety, which latte r f eeling increased as pipe after unruffled, in morning gown and s lippers, entered the room pip e was smoke d out, and still Dick did not come. All this time Joe had not taken off his coat nor even his hat. "Rand! You! What in the name of sense brings you here at this hour?" he exclaimed. "The servant told me your name and I thought there must be some mistake." The bonds were in the outside pocket, and he kept one hand Joe had risen, and now stood facing Mr. Baker, so nervous upon them, fearful lest they should sudqenly vanish if he that he could scarcely speak._ were to let go By and by daylight came stealing into the room. It brought no Dick with it; but it did bring increased uneasiness to Joe Rand's faithful heart. What was to be done? had surely happened to Dick Then the bon as, what was he to do with them? "'-I wanted to see you, Mr Baker, he stammered. "Well, wen. What do you want to s ee me about? "About these, sir, said Joe, desperately at the same time pulling his precious P,ackage from his pocket and placing it in the hands. "I found these in the snow under the wall of the Eai!tern Penitentiary last night, sir. I thought they might belong Presently it would be time to start abo _ut his morning to you." cleaning-in fact it was time already. He could not sit there Mr. Baker seized the package impatiently. holdin g on to them much longer, that was flat. A t the first glance his face became deathly pale. "Confound, it all rn not ke e p the bl a me things about me," Speak! In Heaven s name what is the meaning excl a imed Joe, springing to his feet. "I must go look for of this?" he cried. "These are the government bonds I told Dick Rollins-that' s what I must do. First of all I'll take Dick Rollins to lock up in the safe when I left the office last those plaguey bond s up to Bake:r;' s house. Mad or sane the night! bond s are hi s, a nd after an the fir s t place to look for Dick is there." CHAPTER XVIII. It was broad daylight when Joe reached Mr. Baker's. THE BON D S AND N OT THE BONDS. The servant wa s jus t opening the front door, and Joe, as "That's what I thought, sir, said Joe Rand. "I thought he ran briskly up the steps saw that the snow upon them they were your bonds, Mr. Baker, that's why I brung 'em had not b ee n disturbed. Clearly then, Mr B aker had not r eturned, nor was he' to find D ick here eithe r 1 "ts Mr. Bake r in?" he aske d -0f the servant, not knowing here "Wha-what' s all this rnean?"stammered Mr. Baker, rQn ning hi S' eyes and fingers quickly over the crisp documents, all of which Joe in his inno c ence had taken to be bonds. what els e to say. Here are two-yes, three of the bonds J gave Dick Rollins It was a s impl e qu :stion, but in its answ e r a great surprise charge of last night, the rest of the se papers are a lot of came to hon est Joe Rand. worthless securities which have been kicking about the safe "He is not up y et, replied the servant. He went to bed for the last two years. Rand, what does an this mean?" early last night and had the doctor If you want to see "Ain't them the bonds you gave Dick last night?" blurted him ye must come later on." Joe, disappointment written all over his honest face. Joe grasped the hand-rail and stared at the servant in dumb "Three of them are. Rand-speak-has the office been amazement. broken into? Has--" "Wha-what is that you say?" he "Mr. Baker "Oh, there was no breaking done," interrupted Joe "The sick in bed! It can't be! You must be mistaken about safe w a s oi:iened on the c ombination natural enough. I made that." s ure them were your bonds Mr. Baker; but one thing's certain, "Indeed thin an' I'm not," snapped the woman, tossing her t hey are just as I pick e d them up in the snow the head. "If yez want to see him why don't you come at some dacint hour. D'ye think the masther is afther risin' at dawn like some hod-carrier, barrin' the fact that it's sick in bed he is?" "Tel! him that Jo e Rand from the office wants to see himmust see him at once. p enitentiary wall." "What in the name of sense are you talking about, Rand? Do you mean to tell me that you found these things along side the penitentiary wall?" "Of course I do, sir. Just where you dropped em when you jumped. Say, what have you done with Dick Rollins? I'm

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22 THE SMARTEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. only a rough fellow, Mr. but Dick s my friend and if anything has happened to him--" ;stop! stop!" cried Ml:. Bal}i;ir, staril).g at Joe with an e x pression of amazement. I nev e r thought you drank, Rand. Better give it up, it' s a bad habit. No w then, quiet down, ther. e s a good and me how you came in posConvinced now that it was not Mr. Baker whom they had s een the night before, Joe found himself in such a state of p e rplexity that he c ould scarcely think, much less speak. Nur was the latter necessary. The carriage had s c a r cely moved away from_ the door when Mr. Bake r began questioning him eagerly-in fact, before session of these things. they reached the offic e he had made Joe tell his story all over "Look a-here Mr. Baker; you jus t hold up a bit and again. answer me a few questions, he s aid decidedly. "I don t drink, and I won t be accused of it, nuthe r. Fust of all, were you not out to the Eastern Penitentiary last night?" "Most certainly not," answered the broke r, striving to keep his temper. "Whew! whistled Joe "But I saw you at two o'clo c k this morning out at the Eastern Penitentiary dancing on the top of the wall! "Rand, I don't know what to make of this," he said, uneasily, at last. "It looks very much, as you say, as thor3h there was some conspiracy against Dick Rollins. By the way, has he told you about his private affairs?" ) "He has told me everything, sir. Dick and me are like brothe rs. "This p e rson who bears such a remarkable resemblance to his father-have you ever seen him?" "Now upon my word this is too much! roared the broker, "No, sir. losing his patience at last. "You are either mad or drunk, "I am b eginning to wonder if we have not been deceived, I don t care which. Evidently you hav e broken into my continued Mr. Baker, in a t r oubl e d voice "Probably Dick has safe and--" told you tha t we sold out hi s father's property on what we Hold on, hold on!" stammered Joe "There's som ething all s upp o s e d to b e his p e r s onal order." wrong here, Mr. Baker. Let me tell my story, from b e Oh, ye s sir. H e has told me all about it. He believes it ginning to end. You are as much interested in this business to have b e en the work of this mysterlous enemy. You must as me." have seen him yours e lf, sir. And Joe told it all. Indeed I have not, Rand, and there is just where I am Mr. Baker controlled his temper and listened quietly until blamh1g myself. None of these orders to sell were given to he ceased to speak. The evident sincerity of the young man me. It was Mr. Plumber who s aw Mr Rollins in each instance. seemed to impress him. In fact no one could have look e d into It always happened that wh e n h e called I was out." Joe's honest eyes or listened to his esrn'est manne r doubting Joe said nothing. He did not like to tell Mr. Baker that he that he spoke other than the truth. knew all about Mr. Plumber's mysterious absences, and con"This Is crtainly the most remarkable thing I ever heard sequently was at a loss what answ e r to make. of," said the broker slowly. "My safe opened at nightThey had reached the office by this time, and, alighting, Joe someone resembling myself seen under such singular cirfollowed Mr. Baker in. ctimstances. Rand, if anyone else were to tell me this I "Shut the door, Rand, said the broker. "Shut it and lock could never believe it, but I have unbounded confidence ln it. I want to examine into this safe business a bit. If it Dick Rollins, and I know he feels the same toward you. Can has reached a pass where someone understands my combinathis be the workof his mysterious enemy? Now r come to tion it is time I began to do something, I-what in the name think, he claimed a year ago to have seen a man strongly re sembling his father enter my office-I-why, really I don t know wb.at to do or say!" "We must do sotething," said Joe decidedly. "If you swear It was not you we saw why then Dick Rollins is in trouble. We must go t o the police, Mr. Baker--" "We must go to the office first," interrupted the broke r, of common sense is that sticking into Dick Rollins' desk?" Now Di ck s desk stood in a corner When he and Joe had entered the office the night befo1' e neither had looked toward it, their attention being wholly occupied by the open safe. By mere accident Mr. Baker's glance was now turned in the direction of the desk, where he beheld, to his amazement, what appeared to be a dagger standing upright upon the tap. uneasily. "The loss of these bonds is no trifing matter. Stay as though it had been driven into the wood. where you are until I have time to swallow a mouthful of "My consci e nce! What a wi cked looking knife!" cried breakfast, and we will go together. Meanwhile one questlon the broke r as lfe pull e d it out. What sort of a looking person was this &_irl?" Joe described her as well as he could. "Hum!" mused Mr. Baker. "Dear me! Can it be possible? -wait here, Rand and I will be ready in no time at all." No time at all meant over half an hour. In s pite of his ever increasing anxiety on Dick s account, Joe waited in the parlor. When at last Mr Baker returned he was dr,essed for the street. A carriage stood at the door and a f e w moments later they were seated inside and moving rapidly down town. There was a :;heet paper lying upon the top of the desk through whi c h the dagger had been thrust. "What' s this? What's this?" gasped Mr. Ba}rer, putting on his spectacles and beginning to read the paper aloud. "Beware, Dick Rollins! I hate you and am going to kill you! It was I who told Mr. Badger that you were a thief and a reprobate, and had you put out of his house. It was I who accu s ed you of setting fire to the store of Greenough & Graft'., who threw you of!'. the Callowhlll street bridge, who-"My stars! whose writin( is this?"

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THE SMARTEST BOY I N PHILADELPHIA 23 Not just then was Joe Rand destined to hear more or this ominous missive of venge a nce, for at the same instant there came a loud and Impatient knocking at the door. CHAPER XIX. DICK AND ms FATHER'S MYSTERIOUS DOUBLE FACE TO J!IAOE. Of course Dick Rollins was astonished when, running around to the front of the carriage, he saw that the box was vacant. Before Dick had time to give the matter the least reflection His curiosity was rapidly getting the best of him. For a moment or two he waited; then, finding that the girl did not appear, he slipped out of the carriage and entered the alley himself. He began to look about the alley and try to make out what sort of a place it was. On one side stood a single house of frame, two stories in height, abutting the wall of some great factory whose front was upon the other street. Opposite this house was a vacant lot, the alley itself the door of the carriage opened timidly and the girl stepped ending against an angle of the .factory wall. out into the snow. Now, for the first time, it broke upon Dick Rollins the "You-you here," she stammered. "How came-" r e colle c tion of something that it seemed strange he should "Do you think I could leave ou in the pow e r o f a mad-not have remembered before. man?" cried Dick, moving to her side. "Mr. Baker! Did yon The a l ley, the house, the row of houses on Richmond :;;treet see him jump off the box?" in fact, had all once been his father's property-the very "Mr. Baker!" she answered with a shudder, at the same property s old oot by B a ker & Plumber-:--indeed, the houses time drawing her cloak more closely about her. "I-you-tha t had bee n built by Samuel Rollins himself. is I can't--Oh, do not question me. I can tell you nothing. Like a flash the recollection of his father's misfurtunes If you have the slightest regard for me leave me at once." came over him, and with it also the 1'ecollectioil of Mr. "But--" Bake r s bonds. But the girl stopped to hear nothing further. He dr e w aside into the shadows of the vacant lot, and Springing quickly to one side, she started off down Richfixed his gaze upon the solitary house. mond street on the run. TI;e girl he could see nowhere, but up on the top floor of Dick was amazed. the house he now perceived a light burning behind a drawn In fact every n e w development in the strange adventures c urtain. There were no blinds to any of the windows, and of the_ night only served to make matters more perplexing a ll w e re dark s ave this. than they had been before. Pre s ently s hadows w ere thrown upon the curtain. Mr Baker ha' d vanished, the. girl was rapidly vanishing HkeThere were two of them. wise. As for Dick, he stood in the snow alongside the carriage with his hands thrust in his ov ercoat pocket s, uncertain what course he ought to pursue. It was very still. Even by day the locality was anytliing but a cheerful one. Now there did not seem to be a soul stirring. .. The sh a dow of a man and the shadow of a woman. Tha t of the man seemed to p e the shadow of a stout, heavy indi v idual not unlike M r Baker. As for the woman's shadow it was too indistinct for_ Dick to be able to make out whether it wa s the myste rious f em a le in the black cloak or..]!ot. But wh a t w ere they doing that was the question? The large r shadow, was see n to be gesticulating wildly, when "I'm not going to follow any woman through the streets a ll of a s udd e n Di ck saw it se ize the female shadow around against her will, muttered the boy. "Neither am I going the waist and away they went V[hirling around and around to drop this business after all the trouble I've b ee n to about tog ethe r jus t as though they wer e dancing a waltz. it. Some one is bound to come for these horse s sooner or At the same instant he heard a piercing scream, followed later-I'll wait." There were blankets lying on the box, and Dick climbed up and got them and threw them ov e r the shivering hors e s b y a l oud cry for help. The cry was in a woman s v oice and came from behind the drawn curtain b e yond a doubt, and at the same instant the This accomplished, he looked down the street in the direcs hadows dis a pp e ared. tion the girl had taken, but could see nothing of her. Filled with perplexing thoughts, he passed around to the othe r side of the carriage, opened the door and crept inside. Here he waited. Moment after moment passed but no one came. Continuing to watch he presently perceived the girl re-turning slowly, looking anxiously about her as she approached "Heave n s I m afraid h e is trying to hurt her," thought Di ck, and without stopping to reflect upon the dang e r t1J himself he d a sh e d a c ross the alley and ran up the steps of the hous e Meanwhile the screams continued. "I'll save that girl if I die for it," was his thought. And after all the man was only Mr. Baker, whom he had Dick d_rew back upon the seat, but still continued to watch. met fa,!Ililiarly every day for the past year. Arriving in front of the carriage, the girl pause
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r THE SiVIAR'rEST BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. .. :=::.i=======:Z::::::===::=======---:-. ------DicH; groped his way a stefj or two, and tb,en paused to pulse quickened-every drop of blood in his veins seemed !l:rlll:e a match. 'l turned to ice. The screams had now ceased, but overhead a running about could be The stairs proved to be directly in front of him, and without the slightest hesitation Dick dashed boldly And no wonder. 1.. There before him, about with a cocked revolver in one hand and a huge knife in ili other, was the mysterious up / person whose persecutions had sent Samuel Rollins to the Before he had reached 'the top of the fiight the match went penitentiary, and who would, perhaps, have sent Dick to out and he was again in darkness. join him, but for the Wly's pluck and vim. He was just in the act of striking a second wl!,en all at Mad he undoubtedly was now, b,ut in all that had trans-once a door open, a light streamed upon him, and pired there seemed by far too much method to be a mad-Mr. Baker, looking wild and distraught, sprang out. man's "You young rascal! Noww I've got you!" he shouted, in "For heaven's sake who are you? What have you got a voice which had a strangely unnatral yet familiar sound. against me?" gasped Dick, who had nothing but a penknife "Ran into the lion's den, eh? Ha! Ha! Ha! I'll fix you this with which to defend "Try llnd be quiet, sir-1-time. There'll be no bilk as there was when I tipped you I won't touch the door if you don't wish it." over the Callowhill street bridge. Ha! Ha! Ha! No, no! Ha! His only chance, as Dick saw it then, was to temporizeHa! Ha!" And before Dick could raise a hand to protect himself the raying that some means of escape might be revealed. Without paying the slightest attention to what Dick said, man had seized him around the throat, and dragging him into the man leaped upon him, and seizing him by the throat gave theroom, slammed the door. him a violent push over into the opposite corner of the room. A moment and he knew no more. Then he locked the door and put the key in his pocket, Knew no more until he found himself lying fiat on his turning as he did so and facing Dick again. back upon the fioor of a room brilliantly lighted, with "Ha, ha, ha! Don't you know me, boy? Don't you know Mr. Baker dancing ?qout him laughing in a most diab9lical me? 1 am the King of Nowhere, first cousin to the Emperor style. of China and the sworn enemy of Sam Rollins, your father, "Ha!. ha! ha! Not dead yet!" he "You've got whom 1 have sent to the penitentiary and branded as a de more lives than a cat, but I'll fix you! Look at me! Look faulter and a thief. 1 could have killed you twenty,-ay, a at me, Dick Rollins! Who do you think I am?" hundred times-during the pa 'st year, but I wouldn't. I'm Continuing to dance around him, sh$>uting and going to get your father out of the penitentiary and make wildly, Mr. Baker suddenly pulled off his coat. hiw President of the United States. He's suffered enough to Then he pulled off another and another, until four coats atone for the wrong be did me." lay scattered about the fioor. There was 'something strangely familiar in the voice, and, Next he pulled off his beard, and then removed a gray wig, as Dick came to look more closely, in the man's appearance clapping on a, brown one. too. All the while keeping up his diabolical laughter, he ran t6 "Ha!. ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!" shrieked the maniae. "It does a table and was seen to make a few quick passes over his me good to see you crouch and tremble. I love to see men face. tremble before me. You are wondering who I am, no doubt. Meanwhile Dick had leaped to his feet and looked about Look-behold-watch closely lest I vanish. Perhaps you nim. don't know that I possess the power of making myself in-The girl was not there-there was no one present but visible whenever I choose?" themselves. I Even _as he spoke he thrust the knife into one pocket and Dick made a dart for the door, but before he could reach the revolver into another, threw off a fifth coat, tore aside the it t)le man was upon him. To his amazement he saw that it was no longer Mr. Baker, but the mysterious unknown. A man who resembled his father not only in dress, but, as it seemed to Dick, in every particular of face and form. CHAJ>l:rER XX. AT THE MERCY OF A MADMAN. brown wig and-wonder of wonders! Mr. Plumber, the quiet, sedate man of b usiness, who scarcely spoke to Dick from end to week's end, stood revealea. Mr. Plumber!" gasped the boy. "For Heaven's sake--" "No, no. Not for Heaven's sake-for the devil's sake!" shrieked the madman, making a sudden dash at Dick, and again seizing his throat with an iron grip. "I am a man capable of assuming anyone's identity. I make it my study "Ha, ha, Dick Rollins! At last I have gotYO'-!_! Lay when these fits seize me. Come, I'll show you my workshop. your hand on the latch of that door, and I'll shoot you down I'l make you my pupil. I'll sell you to the. devil, and perhaps like a dog! he'll get his grip on me." It was a madden shriek-a wild, maniacal yell which fol"Father! Father! For the love of Heaven let him go! lowed close upan these words. _, I Try to calm yourself, and come and let me out!" It sent a thrill of terror through Dick Rollins' heart-his As Dick found himself being dragged helplessly from the

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THE SMARTEST BOY IN PIDLADELPHIA. 25 room these words, shouted in agonizing accents from the in early life his partner had bemi an actor-a clever peFadjoining apartment, fell upon his ear. sonator of public men upon the variety stage, and that eyery It was the girl-it could be no one else. time he indulged in a spree he seemed to represent some She was none other than Mr. Plumber's daughter then, and her position e;ven worse, perhaps, than his own. Dick, struggling with all his strength, sought to free him-prominent person, and. visit hotels and places of puplic resort, acting out. the he had assumed t.o the life. "' self, but in vain. Through the dark dragged him. "Oh, I ought to have told you-it would have b een better hall and 4own the stairs Mr. Plumber if I had-last night I traced him to this house in the alley. t He was dressed like you, Mr. Baker. I begged him to go to. A door was opened and shut, Dick was dragged down other bed and let me watch oyer him until he could get asleep-he stairs. The grip about his throat was terrible; his breath has not slept for a week-pity him, for he is crazy-he had came short and fast; his senses left him even as the wild some insane idea that he was responsible for someone being shriek of the maniac again echoed in his ears. in the Eastern Penitentiary. He started away while I was CHAPTER XXI. TO THE RESCUE. "Someone's at the door!" exclaimed Joe Rand, as the knock ing was repeated. "Who can it be?" "Open the door at once, Rand," said Mr. Baker uneasily, at the same time thrusting the s!range missive found uron D!ck's desk into his pocket. "It must be a woman, and seems to tell me-" Now, what something seemed to tell Mr. Baker, Joe was not destined to learn, for he had already reached the door and at that moment threw it wide open. A young girl of great beauty, enveloped from head to foot in a long waterproof cloak, staggered into the room. "Why, it's the girl) stammered Joe. plead,Ing with him-I followed, but could not find him-I went to your house, but was afraid, and,-and--Oh, dear! what sliall we do? what shall we do?" I "Here! give me them reins!" Joe was heard to shout just then. Crack! Crack! went the whip, and the carriage swung from Canal street into Leonard-from Leonard into Richmond, and a few moments later stopped before the, row of shabby frame houses at the entrance to the alley, where another' car riage and a pair of half-frozen horses stood drawn up against the curb. There a light smoke coming from the alley. I .As Joe Rand dashed on ahead toward the solitary house, followed by Mr. Baker and Miss Plumber, the coachman bring-ing up the rear, it became plain that the smoke was growing "Great heavens! Miriam Plumber!" gasped Mr. Baker, start-more and more dense, and that it was forcing Jts way ing back. "My worst fears are realized. What is the matter? through two little windows under the piazza which com-Speak! municated with the cellar beneath. She staggered across the office floor as one intoxicated, and Heaven! he has set the house on fire!" moaned would have fallen had not Mr. Baker caught her, and tenderly the wretched girl, clutching the arm' of her protector. "My assisted her to the chair brought by Joe Ran&. poor father! Oh, it's too late! too late!" "Speak: Miriam; what is it, my child?" he said kindly. "Confound her father! If he has harmed Dick Rollins "Is your father-that is-is he sick again?" For an instant the girl covered her face with her hands, trembling violently but not speaking a word. I--" It was all they heard, for with a sudden dash forward Joe had sprung up the steps and disappeared through the open Then suddenly springing to her feet, she turned toward Mr. door! Baker a face so white and pitiful that hard indeed must have been his heart had he remained unmoved. CHAPTER XXII. "Quick! Quick!" she cried. "Follow me to that old house coNOLUSION. in the alley off Richmond street. Father has drank until Just what transpired during the last hours of that awful he is raving mad. He has a young man prisoner there-he !fight in the rooms above him Dick Rollins never knew. may murder him-he would have murdered me, I think, but I When our hero regained his senses after Jiis second en managed to escape. Oh, Mr. Baker, don't be hard with him! counter with his antagonist, he found himself lying upon an I have run every step of the way." old mattress in one corner of an underground apartment, half It is the greatest wonder in the world that they were not basement, half cellar, so bruised and sore that he could all arrested for fast driving, for Mr. Baker's coachman forced the horses tJ::\rough the streets 0like mad. And while the carriage went pitching about in the drifts-scarcely move. He was alone and a lighted gas_ jet was 'burning dimly, by the aid of which he could see all that the apartment con-the snow had seased to fall with the dawn-Mariam Plumber tained. tole\ her sad tale. With horrible slowness to Dick Rollins the moments drag-First she disclosed to Mr. Baker how for many years-ever ged by, lengthening into hours, until through the little win since her mother's death, in fact-she had seen the love of dows the light began to penetrate at last. liquor gradually growing upon her unfortunate parent. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, and then the Then she told him what he had never known before-that sound of the door opening at the head of the stairs.

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26 THE SMARTES'l' BOY IN PHILADELPHIA. At last the maniac was _Qoming, and Dick was ready for his life-for no one else dared to enter-reappeared carrying :iiiii, for he had armed himself with an ancient cutlass, reMr. Plumber in an unconscious condition, his clothes all in solvEld to use it if there proved to be no other way. flames. Posting himself behind the table, Dick waited only to see Let us not dwell on the painful scene, but simply say before Mr. Plumber start down the stairs, which: he did, after tak-drawing the curtain that when ?.Ir. Baker bent over the un1 ing. the precaution to lock the door behind him, when he conscious form of Dick Roillns, as it lay stretched upon the leaped forwara, brandishing his weapon, and in a loud voice snow in front of the burning house, he found the boy clutch commanded the man .to halt. 'ing something in his wounded hand with a death-like grip. Now, somewhere or other, Dick had heard or read that If They were Mr. Baker's mifing bonds. you look a maniac straight in .the eye you can make him obey This is all we have to say, except that the house burned in everything; down, and that they carried the wretched Plumber to the P.erhaps it was true, but in this instance he did not have hospital, his weeping daughter accompanying. a chance to try it, for, no sooner did Mr. Plumber catch sight For a month Mr Plumber lingered, dying at last, after tellof Dick and the cutlass, than, with a wild yell, he whipped ing enough of his strange doings to show how deeply Mr. out a revolver and fired. Had he aimed for the hand which held the cutlass? Rollins had been wronged and to bring about his instant re lease. "Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!" he shrieked, as the cutlass "Have I ever known a similar case?" said Dr. Duffett, the dropped riI)ging to the floor, and Dick, with disabled hand, managing physician of the hospital, in response to a question fell backward. "You would, would you? No, no, I can't permit that. I'm a dead shot, Dick. Rollins. Did I hurt your hand? Never mind. It won't matter when we are dead. I'm tired of living, and I am tired of you. Pm going to make a bonfire here, and cremate us both." To his horrow, he saw Mr. Plnmber seize an old newspaper from one corner, ignite it in the gas jet, and ail blazing, fling it straight at his head. 1 from Mr. Baker, put in a few moments after the death mes senger came. "Oh, yes, I have known several, though none where the mania took just this form. Poor fellow, he has gone to his long account. I feel more sorrow for his daughter, though, than for anything else. God alone knows what is going to be come of her." 01 course, Dr. Duffett was not able to look into the future. Then he lit another and flung it blazing to the floor. Could he have done so he would have seen a new sign above "Light! More light!" he cried. "A thousand dollars a the office of Baker & Plumber reading "Baker & Rollins." blaze! Old Baker's bonds! I took 'em from the safe! Hur-He would have seen Joe H:nd janitor, not only of that rah! See 'em burn! Come on, Dick Rollins, join me in the building, but two or three others besides. devil's dance!" He would have seen a handsome residence on West Walnut The next thing Mr. Plumber knew Dick had flung himself street-the most aristocratic part of the city-in which dwelt upon him. With 'his injured hand he pressed him to the Samuel Rollins, living comfortably on his fortune restored wall as far from the now blazing costumes as possible; with by Mr. Baker and recovered from Mr. Plumber's estate, and the other he strove to tear the bonds from his grasp, while over which presided as lovely a little woman as the-State of raising his voice in one loud agonizing cry for help. Bang! Bang! Bang. Someone was trying to force the door, and-"Hold him, Dick! Hold him!" roars the manly voice Joe Rand. * * * * Pennsylvania could produce. Who was she? I Why Mariam Plumber, of course, now the wife of Dick of Rollins, the wealthy broker, partner of Mr. who is soon to retire and leave Dick the business to himself. All if good Dr. Duffett were to ask the future to whom the "Did I ever wrong him?" said Mr. Rollins, bending over the handsome residence belonged, the answer would be, to the cot in St. Joseph's Hospital on Girard avenue, upon which Smartest Boy in Philadelphi&. lay the dead body of Mr. Plumber, but a few weeks since one of Philadelphia's most highly-respected business men . 'Never, to my knowledge, by thought, word or deed. If he Dick Rollins' fight for a living is a thing of the past. THE END. really thought so, it was but one of the(many vagaries of a Read "THE WHITE BOY CHIEF; or, THE TER-' disordered mind." ROR OF THE NORTH PLATTE" (by An Old Scout), Beside the bed knelt Miriam Plumber, with her head bowed which will be .the next number ( 525) of "Pluck and and hand grasping that of her dead father, weeping Luck." bitterly. Next to her stood Mr. Baker, while Dick Rollins and his father looked sadly on from the other side. First, however, a few brief words of explanation. It was Joe Rand who broke in the cellar door. It was also Joe who dragged the fainting Dick from the blazing ceJjar. It was Joe still who, returning at thll risk of SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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PLUCK AND LUCK. 17 Pluck and Luck. NEW YORK, JUNE 17, 1908. Terms to Subscribers. 51nirle Cople.s,., ......................... : ...... .. One Copy Three non th ................................ .. One Copy .Six Months .................................... One Copy One Year ..................................... Poatage Free. How To SEND MONEY. .05 Cents .65 $1.25 a,50 ris.k send P. 0. Money Order, Check, orRelrlstered Letter; remittances many other way are at your risk. We accept Postage Stamps same as cash. When sending silver wrap the coin in a separate IJieCe ot paper to avoid cutting the envelope, W1-Ue 11our name and address plainl11. Address lette1s to Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Sq., New York. THINGS OF INTEREST. Miss Ann G. Witherell, of Braintree, Mass., died at a Boston hospital recently as the result of being shot in the head by the discharge of a gun that stood in a rack in her sister's home. A pet dog, chasing a baseball across the floor, ran into the gun, knocked it down and discharged it. A machine which automatically shuffles a pack of cards in an instant, with the cards concealed from sight, and which changes the position of nine out of every ten cards, is the latest mechanical device for card-players. It not only protects the cards from injury, but gives an absolutely square deal shuf fle. The machine weighs four pounds, and attaches in a mo ment to any table. It is about twelve inches high. The growth of the average finger-nail is computed to be onethirty-s,cond of an inch a week, or a little more than an inch and a half a year. Imagine the care taken by the aristocratic Chinese in cultivating their finger-nails, "\\'.hich often grow to be six or eight inches long. Just think of letting your finger nails grow for eight years without cutting them! The fingernails are said to grow faster in the summer than in the win ter. The nail on the mida1e finger grows faster than any of the other nails, and that on the thumb grows slowest. It is also said that the nails on the right hand grow faster than those on the left hand. According to the rate of growth stated the average time taker;. for each finger-nail to grow its full length is about four and a half months, and at this rate a man 70 years old would have renewed his nails 186 times. Taking the length of each nail as half an inch, he would have grown 7 feet 9 inches of nail on each finger, and on all his fingers and thumbs an aggregate length of 77 1-2 feet. The following tragic story of the .death of Pargana Baraha bhuin, khera of Dalma, is related in a native paper, called Man bhum: ParganafBarahabhum went to his paddy field and found a herd of elephants destroying his crop. His rage rose, he shot arrows from behind a tree and he killed a young ele phant. Then the greatness of his crime fell on the mind of Pargana Barahabhum, and he fied to his cottage for refuge. But the elephant's father and. mother were stricken with rage, and they and their fellows charged the cottage and razed it to the ground. Pargana Barahabhum was wily, and he climbed a tree to the utmost bough. The elephants surrounded it and roared, but they could not reach Pargana Barahabhum. But their sagacity was great, and with their own trunks they brought water from the bund and they watered the ground at the foot of the tree. When taey had watered well, and the earth was soft, they uprooted the tree. Then they avenged the death of their young by trampling the life out of Pargana Barahabhum. ..... ,..,. The United States is likely to adopt an idea from the practice of Mexico and Liberia, where the names of cities and towns OUR COMIC COLUMN. are engraved upon their postage stamps. It is now proposed -========================== to issue stamps for the 6,000 Presidential postoffices, each \ bearing the names of the offices whereat the stamps are issued, "She has wonderful control of her voice," "Yes; she can these names being printed after the stamps are engraved. do everything with it but stop it.'' Among other advantages, this change will make it much easier to trace a letter by the stamps, and a more equitable showing as to the volume of business at the various postoffices. Silas Cain, who lives near Glenville, Mo., was in Columbia recently, his shepherd dog being with him. In the afternoon Mr. Pain went into T. E. Paull's drug store, leaving his dog on the outside. After transacting some business, Mr. Cain left the store, but his faithful canine did not notice him. The dog waited patiently, lying upon the doorstep, and when Mr. Paull closed his store at bedtime he had not moved. Sunday morning he was still watching, and continued to watch during the whole day silnday and all Sunday ,night, and up to ten o'clock Monday, when Mr. Cain returned. There is no way to express the joy manifested by the dog when he saw his master. "De rich can't take dey money ter heaven wid 'um," said Brother Williams. "No," replied Brother Dickey, "an' hU do look lak' day can't turn it loose down here." In the fastnesses of the Adirondacks social functions in which the natives figure are few and far between. These events are chronicled far and wide, planned for weeks in ad vance, and form the topic of conversation ,for weeks after ward. Recently the wife of one of the leading citizens of a small town in Franklin County issued invitations for a re ception to be held at her home. These invitations were sent out about two weeks in advance and the whole countryside discussed the probabilities of the entertainment with great interest. Among the invited guests were two sisters, daugh ters of an aged farmer in the vicinity. This farmer, sad to The ringing of a farm dinner bell by a collie saved the family relate, died two days before the day set for the reception. The of William Beattie, a farmer, from being burned to death. hostess of the reception heard of the death, and also learned fire started in, one of the back rooms of the building. The that the funeral had been fixed for three o'clock of the same dogs on the farm began barking, but no attention was paid afternoon on which she was to receive her guests. The hour to them. Finally the collie, which had been trained in ringing of the reception had been fixed for five o'clock. In the coun the bell for the men to come in from the field, grasped the try there is little of the fashionable delay so prevalent in cord attached to it. Its loud tones were heard a long way, more thickly settled communities, when it comes to attend and aroused the neighbors, as well as Beattie and his family. ing social gatherings, and at five o'clock the hostess was busy The collie tugged away at the rope, and the neighbors, seeing shaking hands with her guests. She was amazed, in the the flames, ran to the rescue of the Beatties. When the father midst of this duty, to see the two fatherless sisters advancing was awakened he found the entire house burning. With diffiupon her. For a moment her surprise renderesI her speech culty he reached the room where two boys were sleeping. They, less. Then she gasped out, as she shook hands with the girls were partially overcome with smoke, but the father carried "I hardly expected to see you here this afternoon!" "Well, them to safety. said the elder sister, "we did have to hurry."

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PLUCK AND LUCK. J ... -,f"l.i'Jl The Tell-Tale Notches . !.J41 . g J By COL. RALPH FENTON. A ,little more than twenty'.?fivJ.iyears ago, a prominent mer chant of the city of W--, hi 'tlie far-famed Wyoming Valley, made classic in history and song, was found murdered in a copse of woods just west of the bridge that crosses the quehanna. The discoYery threw the community into the wildest excite"No. That confounded darky borrowed my knife yesterday, and didn't return it. He says now that the judge took it from him this morning, and didn't return it. I think he lies." "The judge took it from him, eh? That's queer. Doesn't lie allow Sam to have a knife?" "I suppose not. He's hacking everything to pieces when he has one. I'll get that back or I'll lick him; that's certain." "Then you'll incur the displeasure of Gerty Hollenback. Sam is her pet, you know. But, Jim," continued Dick Sanders, jumping to his feet, "you must get that knife bac;ik. You've carried it a good while, and you must prize it very highly, for old associations' sake." ment. "James, come down," came a voice through the hall and up The body was found in some thickly tangled wild growth of the stairway. It was that of my sister, Jennie Burleigh. It shrubbery near the bank of the river. For more than a hun-was not her natural voice; it seemed filled with trembling qred yards there were traces of the body having been dragged and alarm. "Come, James, quick! You are wanted." through the brush and grass, along which were bloodstains Immediately I descended the stairway, and was confronted and shreds of clothing. by Sheriff Clark and a posse of men. Evidences of a fierce struggle having takiPplace before the "James Burleigh," said Sheriff Clark, in a subdued and victim succumbed could be seen all around The spot where the sympathetic voice, that was far removed from stern officialism, murder occurred. The skull of the murdered man was frac"I have a warrant for your arrest. You are suspecte
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PLUCK AND LUCK. 2!> Judge Hollenback took the knife and carefully examined it. I "Here is the jewelry," said Derectl.ve Buzzard, as he handed "How do you distinguish .it?" down several small cases from the ceiling. It was in Dick "By its general appearance, and by two notches on the large Sanders' room in the Burleigh llil:ansion. blade. It was this that attracted my attention when I first "There se&ms to be something more here, too;" as he conlooked at it." tinued to pass down a palr ot} ;ioots, suit of clothes, a gold "For what reason?" watch and chain, and several articles of value. "Because it started a theory in my mind concerning the "This discovery must be kep! ,9.uiet for the present," murder of James Sutherland. Just at that time I was exampered Detective Jacobs, who reared that someone might hear ining the stout green stick which was used as a club to kill them at work. Mr. Sutherland. Across the surfaces at both ends A jewelry store had been robbed a few days before. Dick of the stick were two bruised lines running transversely, but Sanders had made the place one of his most frequent haunts, both lines were parallel to each other. At once I determined on account of his intimacy with one of the clerks. For various that they were made by a knife that had two notches in the reasons had pointed to him as the perpetrator of the blade. By a singular coincidence the stick that I took from d!led, and Detectives Buzzard and Jacobs were put on his track. my colored boy, Sam, had precisely the same lines on the cut During his absence, and without the knowledge of a single ends: I examined both under the microscope, and found them member of the Burleigh family, they had made a careful sur to be identical, the bruising c;>f the fiber the same, and convey of his room. They found a nicely cut piece of the ceiling eluded that those lines were made by the same instrument. that could be renioved, and between the ceiling and the floor-That instrument was this knife." ing above these treasure trove were discovered. As Judge Hollenback stepped out of the witness-stand, I "We must conceal all evidence of having been here," said could see that his evidence had made a profound sensation. Jacobs, "or the game may take wing before we are ready to The next witness called was Samuel Brown, the colored boy. fire." He testified that he recognized the knife, that he had bor"Yes; I think he' s about ready to take wing now. There's rowed It from me on the day of the excursion; that Judge Hol-not a moment to lose," and the two stealthily out of lenback had taken it from him. the back way, and were lost out of sight. Other witnesses were called, ,among them my room-mate and Dick Sanders was an orphan. Out of love for his parents, for years constant companion, Dick Sanders. and sympathy for the homeless boy, the Burleighs had given "Mr. Sanders," asked the prosecuting attorney, "do you rec-him a good home and education. He was a tall, handsome, ognize that knife?" and refined gentleman in appearance .. The witness esitated to answer. He made frequent visits to New York, Philadelphia, and "If the court insists upon my answering, I will." other cities, and always came back richly dressed and display The court insists." Ing evidences of wealth. "I do recognize it." He roomed with their oldest son, James Burleigh. His "In whose possession have you seen it? "In James Burleigh's." "Have you ever seen that boot before?"' holding up a boot near to the witness. It was evident that this was an unexpected part of the testimony. ., 'I-I think I have," came stammeringly from the lips of Dick Sanders. "Whose boot is it?" ) "James Burleigh's," spoke Dick, in almost a solemn, sepul-chral tone. The evidence of the inquest was submitted, showing that the imprint of the heel and nails on the forehead corresponded with the heel and nail-tops on my boot that had just been shown to the court. r Attempts were made to discover my whereabouts on the afternoon of the murder, for it was believed that the deed was done in the afternoon. Finally the case was closed; the counsel presented both sides in the most eloquent manner, the instructed the jury, who soon retired to their room. I shall never forget1he suspense of those moments. It was worse than a thousand deaths in any, form. When the jury returned, the .only word that fell upon my ears was: "Guilty!" It sounds to this day like a funeral knell. By some law of mental association, notwithstanding the lapse of time, it comes to me in the night hours and startles me out of sleep. That me like an avenging Nemesis. My God! What had I done to merit such a sente:qce? Some conspiracy of the pit was bent on my death. The judge pronounced the sentence of death, and I was hurried off to a murderer's cell J:o await my doom. character, manner, and morals were above suspicion No one thought.that Dick Sanders was capable of doing a mean, much le s s of committing a criminal act. On the evening of the day that the detectives had visited tne Burleigh home, there was a loud ring at the door-bell. The s ummons was answered by the servant, who escorted two gentlemen into the sitting-room. "Is Richard Sanders in?" inquired Detective Buzzard "That is my name," said Dick, rising to his feet and advancing toward the detectives. "You are wanted." "Wanted! For what?" "For murder!" "For murder!" gasped Dick, clenching his fist. "Yes-the murder of James Sutherland!" "My son-my son James, then, is not a murderer! Thank God for that! and the mother fell back, overcome with ex citement. Detective Jacobs then aqvanced, and placing his hand on Dick's shoulder, said: "You can come with us. 'lf it were not for the work of this day, an innocent man would have been hung." My room-mate, Dick Sanders, had taken my knife, which I did not always miss, because it frequently laid about the room; he wore a pair of my boots, as we could wear each other's boots with ease, and went out and murdered James Sutherland. The new suit of clothes, Mr. Sutherland's gold watch and chain, and other article s were among the things discovered. I was released. Dick Sanders was tried for the crime of murder, and found guilty. Before the day of his execution he confessed-not only that crime, but a score of others, an ac count of which was published in pamphlet form at the time. Instead of standing on the gallows prepared for me, Dick Sanders was swung into eternity from it

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HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most ap proved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with "ii full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. By Leo Hugo Koch, A. O. S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in structive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explaining the most approved metholis which are employed by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete hu.nting and fishing guide published. 1 It contains full in tructlons aboutguns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishit g, together with descriptions of game and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully Illustrated. Every boy should know how to row and sail a boat. 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HOW TO WRITE LETTERS.-A wonderful little book, tell.ing you how to write to sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, m fact, everybody and any body you wish to to. Every young man and every you111 lady in the land s'hould have this book. No. 74 HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY -Con taining full instructions for w;iting letters on -almost any s'ubject alBo rules for punctuation ana
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HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing com plete instructions how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager Prompt'er Scenic .Arti s t and Property Man. By a _prominent Stage Manager'. N!J. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the latest Jokes, anecdo t e 1 and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular G e rman comedian. Sixty-four pages handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 16. HOW TO KEEP .' WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing full instructions fo1 constructing a window garde n either n town or country, and the most approved methods for rai s ing beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pubNo: 31. m;>W T9 .BECOME A 1SPEAKER.-Containing fOQl't teen 1llustrat1ons, g1vmg the dilierent positions requisite to become a good speaker, reader and elo c utionist. 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