The boyhood days of "Pawnee Bill"; or, From the schoolroom to the frontier

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The boyhood days of "Pawnee Bill"; or, From the schoolroom to the frontier

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The boyhood days of "Pawnee Bill"; or, From the schoolroom to the frontier
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}',.,,iij Weekly-/Jy Sttbscriplion $2.50 per ycrrr. /::11/ercd as .:ieco11tl-Ulass Maller al the Nero rork POtJt O.lfio., Kove111ber 7, 1898, by FraHk Tou sey. JANUARY 1909. Price 5 Cents. The rope about the neck of the unfortunate youth was cut, and, standing between Dollie and Gordon. he gazed with wondering, frightcmed eyes upon the crowd of rough, angry men, held at bay by the re'Volvers in the bands or the boy and girl /

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N o 555. PLUCJ< LUC}< Stories of Adventure. l1111t.d WeeT.: 111-Bv S ubscription $2.50 p e r vear, E n t ere d aa Second Claas Matter at t h e Neto Yor k N. Y., Poat OlH. Ncrcembe r 7 1898. Ente1ed a c c ording t o A ct of Congress, in the veai 1909 i n t h e office of the Librarian o/ C ongres s Waahingt on, D o b11 Frank Tome11 P11blish.e r 2' Union S q uare, Ntw York. NEW YORK J ANUARY 20, 1909. Price 5 Cen ts. I THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL" r -ORFrom theSchoolroom to the Frontier BY .AN OLD SCOU'l1 I alone, and but for the kin d heart of. his em p lo ye r he would C HAPTER I. have been cast adrift upon the w o r ld. As it was, he gave him a home and the same a d v antages h is GRADUATED own boy had. Both attended the high schoo l toge ther; bo t h were to graduate at the same time, and while Gordon Lilli e A storm of applause greeted Gordon Lil.lie as he stepped out looked upon him a s almost in the light of a brother, Matt Robe before the vast throng of men, women and children, to deliver hated him s e c retly. his oration. It wa s the last day a t the high s chool in the He dared no t s how it openly, for he knew it would be t o h is town of Blooming t on, which is in Illinoi s ad the handsome, s orrow, but he was en v ious and jeal ous, always glad when a _ny spirit ed lad of sixtee n was a general favorite the re. Every-thing happened that would place Gordon for a time in disfav o r one liked him; he was bra ve, ge n e rous, just, and had never with his father. been known t o do an unjus t thing in hi s life His dark face grew white with anger when he heard the In a mu s ic a l ri n gin g v o ice he delivered his oration, which teacher congratulate him on his oration, for he had set his was a mas t e rl y c omp osition, and wh e n it wa s e nded, every heart upon taking the prize, and the thought that he woul d fail person present felt t h a t b e would surely take the prize, for never once entered his mind. He was so sure of winning; and was the finest the y had ever heard. His brown eyes glowed, now t.he boy who always stood in his way would triumph over his cheek s flushed, and his father, who was on the front row hini again It was the same in everything e l se. was a of seats felt his bo s om swell wi t h pride. skillful rider, but the horse that threw him easily could not When he fini s hed, round after round of cheers greeted him, unseat Gordon. He was also a good shot, but where he hit the and he was obiiged to come back three times in order to re-bull's-eye once out of every three shots, Gordon never misse d ceive the flowers that were freely showered upon him. it. He had but few friends, while old and young, nch and poor, His teacher met him when he left the stage with outstretched high and lowly, loved Gordon Lillie. It was a bitter morsel hand. indeed, for the treacherous, ungrateful boy to swallow, and he "I am proud of you, Gordon," he said, heartily. "You sur-really fancied that he was wronged by his benefactor's s on. passed yourself to-day. Your oration was splendid, your de -"How I do hate him, with his "curly hair and fair skin," he livery grand. I never heard you speak so eloq uently before muttered. "One would think he was a god the way they all You would make a fine orator, my boy." r u n after him! Why? Simply because he has a handsome f a ce The youth smiled, for that was the last thing in t h e wo r ld he and a silvery tongue, while I am dark and ugly, and never wished to be. At the same time he thanked his teac her, h igh l y know what to say. Bah! thjs wol'ld is composed of strange gratified at the praise bestowed upon him. peop le, but there may come a day w hen Gordon Lillie will not There was one person present, however, who was n o t please.ct be the hero that he is now. At any rate I shall hope for it." at the success of Gordon Lill ie, and that one was a swarth y And that was all the gratitude Matt Robe had for the kindlow-browed boy of about the same age as our hero His b l ack hearted man who had befriended him. He would stab t h e eyes glittered snakishly as he darted a lo o k o f hate and jeal-hand that had saved him. ousy at the manly young fellow whe n he saw him open l y con Gordon Lillie did take the prize, and when the exercises w e re gratulated by the head teacher. His name was Matt Robe, I at an end and people crowded around him, congratulating him and he was the son of a hal f-breed Indian w ho h a d been i n the upon his triumphant success, it was only natural that he shou l d employ of Gordon's father. When he die d some years before feel a thrill of pride, but at the same 1.ime his mind was bent the opening of our story, he left his only child penniless and 1 upon someth ing entirely different. He was sorry too for Matt

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." Robe, for he well knew how confident he had been that he would win it. "Matt, I am sorry that you did not get it," he said frankly, when the two met. "And, of course, while I appreciate Lhe honor conferred upon me, at the same time I would rather see you have it, for I know you expected it, and I honestly think you were entitled to it, fully more so than I am. But things are seldom well agreed upon in this world." J A strange smile fluttered about Matt Robe's lips. "It is better as it is," he said quietly. "You surely deserved I the prize, or they would never have given it to you. I am satisfied." Although he spoke so quietly there was a raging demon in his heart, but he managed conceal it . "How I would like to disfigure that handsome face of yours forever," he muttered to himself, looking enviously at the clear complexion and bright eyes of the boy he hated so bitterly. At the same instant he caught a glimpse of his own dark, ugly face in a mirror opposite, and he turned away, cursing the fate that had been so unkind to him. "I wish he was as ugly as I am," he said between bis set teeth. "Then he would know bow I feel when people pass me by, and openly admire him. It is not right for him to have everything while I have nothing." He forgot the kindness which had been shown him all the years he had lived beneath the roof of the only friend he had in the world, and he really considered himself a much-abused simply because Nature had not blessed him with the beauty of face or form which his more fortunate companion possessed. That same evening Gordon's father summoned the boy to his study and had a long talk with him. It was his wish that he should at once enter upon a profession of some kind or go into business. "For there is no time like youth to get a start, my son," be said, by way of closing the conversation, "and the quicker you begin the better it will be for you. Now, what do you think you would like besti" CHAPTER II. TID; RUNAWAY. The boy who had carried off the highest honors at school that day slept very peacefully the night he determined to leave the paternal roof and make his own way in the world. The town where be was born, and where his brief life had been passed, was altogether too tame and dull to satisfy his reslless, ambitious nature, and he bad made up bis mind to run away and seek bis fortune in the F.ar West. He could not bear the thought of plodding along in the same uneventful way, year after year, as his friends and neighbors did. At the same time there was nothing to do but to go without asking him. Bright and early the following morning he was up and a1:tir. He did not have very elaborate preparations to make for the journey, but he wanted to have everything in readiness. He also wished to draw a sum of money from the savings bank where he had been carefully depositing it for over a year. To be sure, it was not a large amount, but it would take him far enough from home that he need have no fear of being over taken and brought back. For months he had been contem plating the step he was about to take, and he could resist no longer. The tales he had read of the free, wild life the cow boys, trappers and hunters led, fired his ambitious mind, and, with visions of them ever before him, he arrived at the con clusion that he would never be satisfied until he, too, became a knight of the plains. There were several small articles he wished to purchase, among them a pair of revolvers, and with those gleaming weapons ill' his 11ossession, he already felt himself a _true Westerner. He did not know that close behind him, dogging his foot steps, spying upon his every move, came Matt Robe. All unconscious that he was being watched, he went from store to store, his heart beating high in anticipation of the wonderful journey be was going upon. "I wonder what he is buying the revolver for," the spy muttered to himself. "He surely does not intend to shoot any"Really, father, I cannot say just at present," he answered, one, for he is a very peaceable fellow, and yet when he is a strange glow in his bright brown eyes. "You will have to really mad-whew-but the fur flies! He is up i:o something, give me time to think it over. I do not want to decide in a though, there's no getting around that, and I am going to find hurry, for in less than a year I would be likely to change my out what it is as sure as my' name is Matt Robe. Ah, I have mind, and then it would be so much lost time. I want to be it," suddenly. "I'll bet five dollars that he is going to run sure before I make a start." away, and I hope he will. He has always been in my way, and "You are quite right in that, Gordon," he father replied, the sooner he goes the better for me. I shall not tell his father, thoughtfully, "and ram very glad to see you have such a goo
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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." 3 Ah, who did know, and he himself least of all. Little did he tiously from the house. The moon was high in the heavens dream of the future that awaited him, the long stretch of above, and as he turned and looked back, it seemed to him years during which he would become known from one end of that his home had never looked one-half as pleasant as it did the world to the other. The boy of sixteen sitting alone upon upon the night when he was leaving it forever. Still he did the vine-wreathed porch in the moonlight, half glad, half sorry not falter. One backward glance, one silent prayer of blessing because he was going away from his childhood's home to carve fot those who slept so peacefully beneath its roof, and Gordon out for himself both fame and fortune, could not lift the myaLillie turned his face toward the future, leaving home and tic veil, and behold the scenes in the drama of life. He m'.1st friends behind. be content with hope, that constant companion of youth. Every move he made during the day was watched by Matt Robe, and the young scoundrel chuckled to himself in glee, as he thought of his rival being out of his way forever. His heart was bad enough to kill him had he the opportunity. CHAPTER III. At last darkness enfolded the world. The moon had hidden herself beneath a cloud for a time, and in less than one short hour Gordon Lillie would be on his way to the Far West. His AT WICHITA. father had again spoken to him before he went to his room Not until he was on the train flying through Western villages that night, regarding the future. and towns did the boy fully realize what he had done, and "Well, have you decided what you would like best to do, my then, as it all rushed over him, his heart gave a great leap of boy?" he askeU. him, while they were sitting together outside, exultation and his eyes shone. enjoying the beauty of the night. "You have had a whole day "I am at last on the way to fortune, he muttered, exciteto think it over, and you surely oqght to have arrived at some ment lending a new charm to the adventure. "And I shall conclusion by this time. How would you like to study law'? never go home until I am a rich man. Hurrah for the free-It is an honorable profession, and a paying one." dom of the Far West! It is life there-behind me, stagnation." "No, father, I am sure that I was never cut out for a lawAfter a somewhat uneventful journey he landed at Wichita, yer," Gordon replied. "For there is too much nderhanded it being then the end or the railroad, and he struclc the town work about it, and that is something I could never do. As for at the right time, for it was during the excitement of the studying medicine, that is even worse. To-morrow this time, cattle shipmen, and the town was full of cowboys, horse men, and you shall know what I intend to do." gamblers, and all such as go to make up a genuine border The last w,ords were spoken very quietly, and Matt Robe, town. The boy's eyes sparkled when he saw the knee-boots, who w.as listening behind a syringa bush, chuckled softly. the buckskin breeches, the glittering spurs, the broad-brimmed "Hark! what was that?" Gordon asked, leaning forward hats which he had always associated with the typical Westernand peering in the direction from whence the sound came. "It er, and he was thankful that he had left Bloomington far besounded like someone laughing. It was near by, too." hind him. "It was merely some night-bird, or else the wind," his father Gordon Lillie was not a light-headed boy, easily carried away answered. "That was all. Well, good-night, my boy; I hope by glare and glitter, but the scenes in wh'ose midst he had just you will lose no time in making up your mind whether you will arrived could not fail to make an impression upon his mind, learn some useful trade or enter upon a profession, for as I and a deep one at that. For he was young, and he loved adsaid to you once before, there is no time to lose-and I want to venture. see you settled comfortably in life before I die." He plunged into the enjoyments held out to him, and to "Don't talk of dying, father, at your age," the lp.d responded say that he was happy would be drawing it altogether too quickly. "You are a young man yet, and by the time I am mild. He had plenty of money with him, not a fortune to be rich and famed all over the world you will then be ready to sure, but enough to keep his end up with the rest. At first the retire and live i'n luxury for the rest of your life." cowboys whose acquaintance he made were inclined to laugh His father's answer was a hearty laugh, and' thus they part-at him for being a tenderfoot, for when they called for the fiery ed, father and son, little dreaming how many years would whisky, with which the saloons of the place appeared to be elapse ere they were allowed to look upon each other's faces flowing, he took either plain soda or lemonade. again. "Lemonade!" sniffed the big, burly bartender of one rough It was no discredit to the boy that his brown eyes were place into which he wandered with a cowboy who went by the somewhat dim as be watched his father's form disappear name of Crooked Pete. "Lemonade, did be say? Well we through the open door. don't sell any sich thing, d'ye see? Ye'll either driniJ the ''Dear old dad, how he will miss me, and how I shall miss good old stuff, the same as me and Pete have done for years, him," he murmured. "But if I remained here I should either or ye'll git licked, d'ye understand? Ye ain't in it this trip, stagnate or die. I wish I had a different nature, but I am not kid!" to blame for it, and I feel that I am doing the wisest thing "I called for a lemonade," Gordon replied very calmly, and in going. What is the use of staying in a place when you are Crooked Pete looked at the boy in utter amazement, for in all miserable? It is better for all concerned." his life he had never before heard any man contradict Big He went quietly to his room, the same as he had done for Mike, the bartender, who was a terror in that part of the years, save that instead of going to bed he sat down beside the town. "And I usually get what I ask for." open window and looked out into the moonlight, waiting for "Oh, you do, eh?" Big Mike growled, glaring at him like a the time to come when he could steal out unobserved. It was mad bull, and at the same time secretly admiring the boy's very calm and peaceful there in that home, and he realized it pluck and nerve, though not for all the money in Wichita more than ever. The scent of the apple blossoms in the gar would he have confessed it. "Waal, ye won't git it this time, den was borne to him, and a million fireflies dashed back and d'ye see? Ye'll drink hard stuff, and ye'll blow me and Pete off forth like tiny lanterns. He was going forth from thjs to a drink, or we'll make ye sorry ye were ever born. The tree to battle with the big, cold world, and yet no power upqn j folks in this place wasn't weaned yesterday, and we don't drink earth could have swerved him from his purpose. swill, see?" It was close upon the midnight hour when he crept cau"Neither do I," Gordon replied with a smile, "and that is

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' THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." why I asked you for a lemonade Make it good and strong, please, with plenty of sugar. And be as quick about it as you can, for I am very thirsty. One moment Big Mike stared at the boy, his eyes fairly pop ping out of his head, and then in a voice that sounded like a cras h of thunder he roared: "D'ye mean that fur an insult, ye young idiot? Who d'ye think ye're talking to, anyway? I tell ye that ye 'll drink whisky, or I'll make it so durned lively fur ye that ye ll be mighty glad ter git out of Wichi t a! Now s waller that or I'll choke the gizzard out of ye! pushing a glass filled with the vile stuff toward the boy and another toward Crooked Pete. "Th!)re, Pete, it won't take ye very t Jng ter hide it, and as for the kid, if he dares set it down on the bar afore it' s empty I'll lick the life out of him. Drink it quick, youngster!" Gordon lift ed the glass in his h a nd, and holding it up so that the light shone through as he looked at it, an expression of disgust sweeping over his face. Then he deliberately dashed it on the floor. Both Big Mike and Crooked Pete had swallowed theirs, and the former looked at the lad in amazement. "Waal, I'll be hanged ," he ejaculated. "If ye ain' t ther big gest fool youngster that I ever sot eyes on. And now look out, fur I'm going ter give ye a wor s e lickin' than yer dad ever did, I swar, bu t ye 're the first tenderfoot that ever tried ter bluff me, and I ain't going ter stand it. Look out fur yerself baby." The big bully rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to spring over the counter, but to his great surprise he found hims elf looking into the shining barrel of a new revolver, while the finger of the plucky boy was upon the trigger. "Will you be kind enough to mix up that lemonade for me," the lad said in a cool, quiet voice, but with a ring in it that the man dared not disregard. "I told you that I was very thirsty, and I would like it as soon as possible Please do not keep me waiting. "Put J.hat revolver down!" Big Mike yelled, thinking to frighten "Put it down or I'll swaller ye! Blast yer impu dence, who d'ye think yer fooling with?" Are you going to get me the lemonade or not?" was the calm que s tion. "I think you will fare better if you do. I am only a boy, and I may be what you term a tenderfoot, but the quicker you serve me with lemonade, the better it will be for you, I will wait just five minutes and if it' s not ready by that time, then you had better get measured for a coffin. I ain't game all the way through. Durn it, but ye're made of good stuff. And might I ask whar ye're bound fur, and what ye are going to do?" "I am bound for no place in particular," Gordon replied promptly. "Any place where I can make money, or get started is what I want to find. I ran away from home, and I am not going back until I am a rich man." "Ye're the, stuff, boy," the cowboy laughed. "And I'll bet my last dollar that ye'll win. Jest remember my words, and see how true they came in a few years. It' s mighty plain t_er be seen that ye've got a heap of larning in that head of yourn, and I ain' t afraid but what ye'll git thar. Give us yer hand, kid, I'm glad I know ye. Won't I have fun with Big Mike when I see him agin, and-Hullo! what's ther matter thar?" A crowd of angry-looking men were coming down the street, dragging in their midst a white-faced youth of perhaps twenty. Terror was written upon every feature, and his cries for mercy were drowned by the hoarse' oaths and yells of the mob. Op posite a lamp-post they halted, and one man climbed nimbly to the top, fastening a rope around it. Then the other end was made into a noo s e and over the head of the unhapy lad who appeared to be doomed Gordon had never witness ed such a sight before, and his blood ran cold for he lmew what it meant. CHAPTER IV. A NEW EXPERIEN CE I The piteous, pleadin g vo i ce of the wretche d pris one r r o se shrill and full of agony abo v e the hoars e y ell s and cries of the maddened mob, the majorit y of them enraged by rum. There was but little reason among that throng of men with their passion-inflamed faces, and the unfortunate; youth in their midst realized it. He knew there was no hope for him, that he was doomed, and once more he tried to appeal to their sym pathy. ; Mercy!" he gasped, as the noose slipped over his head. "Mercy, gentlemen! I beg o you listen to me! I tell you I am not guilty; I swear it! I did not steal the money; I did not cheat at cards! I never did such a thing in my life, mean business." and--" Big Mike had by this time arrived at the conclusion thal "Shut up!" a chorus of hoarse voices responded promptly. he did mean business, and after darting another savage :shut up! Who d'ye think cares a durn fur yer word? Didn' t glance at him, he proceeded to mix the lemonade for him. Joe Scott swar thet he saw ye slip ther card up yer sleeve, and "Just change that lemon, please,'' Gordon said, with aJlmile, didn't he say thet when he turned away his head fur a minute as the burly fellow was about to use a partly decayed one. "I thet he saw ye sneak ther ca.sh and put it inside yer pocket, always pay for what I order, and I want good stuff. I am not and Joe he hain't ther boy ter lie! He's a white man, he is, coaxing cholera." and jist because ye came inter Wichita with a biled shirt on Muttering an oath under his breath, the bartender did as he and a collar ye needn't think for a second thet ye kin, run us! was requested, and every time he looked that way he caught Up with him, boys, and let him know how we deal with thieves the gleam of the revolver. in Wichita!" In less than five minutes the delicious beverage was ready, ,One long, bitter cry of despair burst from the doomed youth's and tossing a five-dollar bill on the bar the boy raised the glass lips-a cry that echoed in the ears of many of the rough crowd to his lips, still being careful to keep his finger on the trigger. long afterwards, so so filled with agony it was"Treat yourself, and also this gentleman," he said pleasant1 and then they prepared to draw the boy, for he was nothing Iy. "Lemonade is my favorite drink, and I must say that you more, up and launch him into Eternity. The light from the are a master hand at it. Good luc,k to you." lamp-post shone upon his pallid face and wild, frightened A growl from the bully, and a chuckle of delight from eyes, his blanched lips parted in one last, agonizing prayer. He Crooked Pete was his answer, and when the glass was empty was a handsome lad with delicate features, and fair curling be sauntered coolly out of the saloon, the cowboy beside him. hair, an entirely different type from the rough crowd in whose "Say, youngster, I never saw Big Mike git done up before," midst he was. be chuclded. "Ev.ery fellow trembles in hi s boots if he goes "May my foes be forgiven for this," were his last for him like he did for ye but bla.'lt my eyes if ye sob bins words. "J)'or 1 am innocent of the awful crime of

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." which I am accused, and in time they will know it. i do not thinks, but durn me if he's goin' ter come out ahead of Joe fear to die, but oh, my mother, my poor dear old mother, it will Scott! I don't wear no linen collar, neither do I sport a biled break her heart when she learns of this. It will surely kill shirt like ther kid does, but blame me if I ain' t a man. If I had her, and I, ah, I love her so!" cheated at cards, and swiped ther swag in the end, blamed if I He was sobbing like a little child now, the tears rolling would try ther baby act, and whine and sniffle over ther hull swiftly down his cheeks. Not that he was a coward, but the thing as he does! I'd take my medicine like a man, an' hev memory of the old home, the dear mother whom he never ex-nothin' ter say about it." pected to see again, all swept over him, and he could hold ,in "This boy shall have something to say," the fearless youth no longer. A hoarse, rough voice answered him: broke in, not caring whether he was killed the next moment "Jest listen ter him, boys," it jeer"ed. "He's a-doin' thel' or not, so long as he was in the right, "for he is innocent, and baby act, and he thinks it will work with us, but it won't. We he shall speak! He at least has the right to do that. This are too old birds ter be. caught with,any sich guff, and we 're on may be your law to hang a man without giving him a chance ter him. It ain't no use, sonny. Ther quicker ye let up on to speak for himself, but it is not the law where I came from. thet ther better. Ye ought ter thought of thet afore, and not" I have never looked upon his face before to-night, and I may when it's too late. Up with him, boys, and give him a taste of never see him again after I leave here, but I shall fight for how we dothings in Wichita." him. The first man who seeks to harm him does so at his own That was more than Gordon could bear. The brave boy s peril! I am alone; I haven't a single friend in all the world to heart swelled with anger, and he could remain silent no longer. help me, but I am a firm believer in justice, and justice shall Forgetful of the place he was in, the throng of determined men be done!" that surrounded him, he stepped forward, his finger pressing It was indeed a daring speech, and not one in a thousand the trigger of his revolver. He forgot that he was alone, that 1 would have dared utter it. But Gordon Lillie did not know he was a mere boy and the one thought uppermost in hi& mind. the meaning of the word fear, and he had made up his mind was to save the unhappy youth from a tetrible death. that come what would he would make an effort to save the "Stop!" he commanded, in a firm, even voice, standing di rectly before the doomed boy. "Stop! You shall not commit this awful crime! This young man is innocent! I know it-I feel it!" A silence followed his words-a silence caused more by surprise than anything else-and the rough, bearded men looked at each other in amazement. They were too su' rprised to speak. They could only stare at each other in open-mouthed wonder. To think that a mere boy, a stripling, should dare defy was more than they could understand. He stood alone before them, his handsome face, pale but determined, his lips firmly set, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He was determined to save the unfortunate you .th who was dbomed to such a dis graceful death, and once Gordon Lillie resolved to do anything it was useless to seek to change him. Suddenly a coarse, harsh laugh rang out upon the night air, while a rough voice said mockingly: "Jest look at ther kid, will ye boys! How long is it since youngsters of thet stamp hev been a-runnin' Wichita.? Here we are a lot of old rounders, and this baby has the cheek ter step in and interfere. Look here, my lad," in a threatening tone, advancing a trifle nearer, yet at the same time managing to keep clear of the revolver that coldly faced him, "the"best thing kin do is to put thet gun out of sight. It ain't ther nicest thing in ther world ter look at, and if you'll take a friend's -advice ye'll jest go on about yer own business and let us alone. We're goin' ter hang. ther chap thet cheated at cards and stole my money, too, and if ye hev the least bit of common sense ye'll mind yer own business and let him aldne. I don't blame ye fur bein' a fool, but it won't be my fault if ye don't mind yer own business after this." Gordon's handsome face grew a trifle paler, but he did not weaken. He set his teeth tightly together, and at the same time cast an appealing glance about him in the hope of seeing his new friend, Crooked Pete. That worthy, however, was not to be seen, for, scenting trouble, he had lost himself in the crowd. Thus the boy had to bear it alone. "This young man is not guilty of the crime with which he is charged," he said firmly, "and no power on earth can make me believe so, and this much I do say-he must and shall have an opportunity to clear himself! He shall never die like a dog for a crime of which he is not guilty, even if I am forced to die with him!" "D'ye hear ther fool kid, boys?" Joe Scott shouted in hoarse glee. "D'ye hear him, boys, I say? He's mighty smart, so he young man, whom he believed to be innocent of the crime of which he was accusedl "Then let me tell yer, young feller, that yer sympathy is put in ther wrong place," the same coarse voice went on. "Fur as sure as ye are born, jest so sure is ther young feller guilty. I'm ther oneeas lost ther money. I'm ther one as war cheated by him, and I ought ter know if anyone does. Now, jest git out of our way is all we ask, and ff yer don t, why we'll have a little settlement, you and me. And I take it thet ye are not the chap ter indulge in any sich nonsense. Now jest drop thet little gun of your'n, and we ll attend ter ther young feller, and git along all right without ye. Thequicker ye git a move on ye ther better. Take my adviCe, fur I am older nor ye, and I knows my business, I does." CHAPTER V. DAUNTLESS DOLLIE. The speaker, a big, rough-looking fellow, took a step toward the fearless boy, and the mob joined him, closing in around him like a lot of red-eyed, glaring wolves. The white-faced prisoner's lips were mute, but there were no signs of fright upon Gordon Lillie's stern face. "I reckon yer rather green ter interfere with us in this ere little game," the man nearest him said. "And yer might as well knqw thet Joe Scott is about ther worst man in ther town ter git down on yer. He ain't no slouch, and he'll be sure ter git even with yer afore mornin'. Stranger, take my advice, and git out right lively now." "And leave this young man to be brutally murdered?" the boy asked, his eyes flashing like fire. "What do you take me for-a coward? Do you think I will leave him in a time like this? No, not if there were ten thousand of you! Why don't you act like men and give him a chance to prove himself innorent as I know he is. Shame upon you all! To take a boy's life-you, every one men, old enough to be his father! Shame upon the man who has bas!!ly accused him!" It was a daring and perhaps. unwise thing to. do, but in his righteous indignation the boy did not stop to consider his own peril. Ever ready to defend the weak against the he

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." could not, nay, he would not remain silent and see a fellow the girl's blazing eyes told him that she was in a desperate being murdered In cold blood. He little knew the kind of mood. men he had to deal with, but that would not have mattered to "Down on your knees, you hound, and take back that word, him. or the next bullet shall surely find its way straight An: angry roar greeted this outburst. and Joe Scott shook his through your cowardly heart! You know that I never miss fist in his face. aim, Joe Scott! she cried, her voice trembling with rage. "Drop thet gun, ye infernal young .fool!" he yelled, his "Quick or you are a dead man! I'll give you just five minutes, coarse face growing purple with anger. "Drop it before I fill and then if you have not begged my pardon I'll shoot you, so ye full of holes! D'ye think Joe Scott's ther man ter stand any help me, if I hang for it the very hour after! You sich bluff from a kid? I think not. Now, I'll give ye jest five are the first man in "\tichita who ever dared insult me, and minutes ter drop thet gun, and if ye don't I'll bet thet yer you shall be the last! deader nor a door nail Inside of five seconds." I The desperate girl had an expression upon her face he dared "And I'll bet that he ain't, Joe Scott!" a clear, ringing voice not disregard, and he sank upon his knees before her, tremsuddenly called out. "I'll bet that neither you nor a man in bling as from a fit of ague. None of the rest dared interfere, the whole crowd lays a hand on him!" /for the barrel of one of the revolvers was pressed against }}is And to the utter amazement of the boy, a young girl who temple. could have been but little older than he was, darted through "1-1 beg yer pardin, Dollie-" he began, but she cut him the crowd and took her place beside Gordon, a revolver in each short. hand. "Miss Dollie," she interrupted, "and from this night out that "Now, come on," she said coolly. "Come on, Joe Scott, and we'll see who takes a trip to the next world the quickest. r give you fair warning that if you attempt to injure either of these young men, I'll get you a leaden ticket for the through is m name to you. Go on, I am waiting." "I beg yer pardin, Miss Dollie," he mumbled, at the same time grinding his teeth in silent rage. "I'm sorry that I spoke ter ye in thet way, but ye made me so all-fired mad thet I could express, no stops on the way, no delay before starting, not bite a nail in two. And I hope ye hain' t goin' ter lay up notheven time to say a prayer." Before those gleaming barrels the big bully did fall back, for he. knew the girl too well to disobey her warning. In Wichita no person was better known than Dollie Clayton, "Dauntless Dollie," as she was called, for there was no man or woman braver than she. They used to say that she did not know the meaning of the word fear, and It was the truth. Brave, reckless, daring, woe to anyone who crossed her path or insulted her. She was a good girl, too, but her young life was well-nigh spoiled by her drunken old sot of a father, Sam Clayton, who lived for the purpose of seeing how much bad whisky he could drink when he found anyone who was willing to pay for it. He was ever ready to do a mean, underhanded trick, and Joe Scott, his favorite, hoped some day to win pretty Dollie for his wife. She, however, loathed him, as her attitude toward him proved. She did Indeed look pretty as she stood before Gordon, her black eyes shining like stars, her cheeks like twin. roses. The broad-brimmed hat she wore was tilted rakishly back on her curly black hair, and the jaunty costume set off her superb form to good advantage. "Now what does all this mean?" she demanded, still keeping the growling crowd well covered. "What dirty trick are you up to now, Joe Scott?" "I ain't up to no trick, and it might be jest as well fur. ye ter speak a bit civil, miss," he answered sullenly, glaring at he1 as if he would lilrn to choke her. "Thet young cuss there with ther rope around his neck cheated me at cards ter-night, and then he up and stole ther swag. 1--" "You lie!" Sharp, loud, and clear those two words burst from the rosy lips of the girl. The crowd gasped. Could they believe their own ears? A girl talking in that strain to Joe Scott, when not a man in the town was ever known to cross him! Why, it was impossible! The man himself gasped. Defied by a girl, and that girl the one hE;i wanted to win for his own! Not that he was over and above fond of her, but he wanted to rule over her-to be her master. "What's thet ye said?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice, his face growing as black as midnight. "What's thet? D'ye dare tell me I lie, le hussy?" Crack! a bullet sped past the bully's ear, cutting away a lock of hair. Beneath its coating of bronze his face turned pale, for r in' agin me, fer I don't want ter--" "That will do, she broke in shortly. "Get up, but remember that it pays better to be a gentleman-providing you know how-than a loafer." The burly ruffian looked crestfallen enough when he rose to his feet and once more faced his companions. They did not like to look at him directly, for there were a number among them who were smiling. It was too ridiculous to see him con quered by a slip of a girl, but they dared not laugh, much as they would have liked to. "Now, order that rope cut," was Dollie's next command. "And be quick about it, for I may get tired of waiting." "But, Miss Dollie, ther kid che,ated Joe at cards and then stole ther swag," another man said respectfully, not forgetting his comrade's recent experience with Miss Clayton. "And sich a feller ought tei: git his swaller stretched a bit." "Joe, order the rope cut at once," Dollie said in a very sig nificant tone, "or it will be the worse for you. I'll guarantee that he will make no attempt to get away. If he does I'll shoot him on the spot. But he is going to have a fair and square chance for his life, or my name's not Dollie Clayton." The rope about the neck of the unfortunate youth was cut, and standing Dollie and Gordon he gazed with won dering, frightened eyes upon the crowd of rough, angry men held at bay by the revolvers in the hands of the brave boy and girl. He realized that he had been doomed but for the quick witted girl who had come to his rescue just In time. "Now, my friend, we are ready to hear your side of the story," she said, in a kind, encouraging voice, "and I for one know that you are innocent of the crime of which they accuse you. And, gentlemen," raising her voice, "please do not forget that these revolvers are self-cockers, therefore it will be rank madness to attempt any funny business here, when they are held in two pairs of strong hands. The time has come when lynch law has got to be stopped in Wichita, and every man given a fait show for his life. I am not a man, but I take the first step to-night to down it forever." CHAPTER VI. SAVED. A moment of silence followed the daring girl's words, and then a mighty cheer rent the air-a cheer that aros e from a

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF '"PAWNEE BILL." hundred throats that could remain silent no longer-men who believed in justice, though at the time their finer feelings had been blunted by the influence of their leader and the surroundings. But Dollie's fearless stand for the right awakened all the man within them, and they hesitated no longer. "Hurrah for Dauntless Dollie!" they yelled, waving their hats wildly. "Hurrah for ther bravest gal in Wichita! Three cheers for Dauntless Dollie!" Again and again was the cry taken up and repeated. The girl blushed and smiled, a thrill of triumph shooting through her heart, for she was shrewd enough to see that their sympathy was with her, therefore, as a matter of co1lrse, it must in a short time be with the unfortunate boy who had been so near death. After the cheering had somewhat subsided, she turned to him, saying: "Go on with your story, my friend." The youth looked at the sea of faces about him, and then he said in a clear, firm voice: "The first thing I will say is that I am innocent. I swear it before all, and as I love and reverence the memory of my dear old mother. Listen. There is a lowly cottage, hundreds of miles from here, the humble home where I was born. In that cottage that dear mother kneels and prays for her wandering boy every night ere she seeks her couch to rest her weary frame. He is all she has 1 to love in the wide world, all that is left her to comfort he r in her old age. There were He was sure that Joe Scott had slipped the money to the shabby man when the lights were put out, and it was also he who started the cry that the youth was cheating at cards, sim ply out of revenge, because be had been fortunate enough to win at the game. And now, to learn that he was the father of this divine young creature. But for her sake he resolved to be silent. She flashed him a grateful glance and before he could say anything Joe Scott said, with an evil leer: "Thet man ye hev jest described, stranger, is ther daddy of ther young lady thet is so all-fired interested in yer." "He ought to be proud of his daughter," was the calm reply. "I 'low ter let ther youngster go free," a big miner said, stepping up to the front, "!ur, durn my hide, I don't believe him any more guilty nor I be, and .thet ain't at all. He's young; he's got an old mother thet he's got ter take keer of, and he's been in mighty hard luck ever since he's left his home. Now, I'm a-goin' ter start up a collection fur him, and any man who ain't a durned hog will chip right in too. I bed a mother once, and durn my boots, if she hed lived I wouldn't hev been the big, wuthless cuss thet I am ter-night. Thar,'' taking off his hat and pouring a number of gold pieces into it. "Thar now, some of ye galoots better do thet and ther young tenderfoot will go home flush. It was straiigehow the feelings of all had changed toward the young man. A few moments before and they were ready to hang him. Now they were giving him money. two of us, twin brothers, but one sleeps the eternal sleep un-The tears of gratitude ran down his cheeks, and he was so derneath the shadow of. thehome-tree. It's only a step from the overcome that he could hardly thank them. Dollie and Gorcottage lo the old churchyard, but to her trembling, faltering don led him away. footsteps it, is a, wearisome distance. Every night she goes "I will take you with me to my room for the night," Gordon there to weep beside the beloved dead; then she returns sadly said "For you will be safer there, and in the morning return to for the living. :When I left her a few to your mother, for she needs you. You will not be able to ago 1t was m the hope of beltermg my fortune, so that I might. keep her with you long, and you can make her life happy. be able to make her last days happy. I What is your name?" "Luck has, however, been against me, and to-night, growing "Harry Reynolds," he answered. "And may I ask yours?" desperate, I broke my promise to my mother, and did the very thing I bad vowed 1 never would do-gambled! For once good "My name is Gordon Lillie," our hero replied, "and we both luck favored me, and I honestly won efery dollar I have in who this heroic young is." ,, my possession! When there was a cry that someone snatched Yes, God bless her, she ism reahty the other the money lying on the table, and tl1en the lights went out, 1 ra1smg her hand to his and covering was marched out here to be hung like a dog. I won the money it with lnsses. How shall I ever thank you. from Joe Scott, but I did not cheat, neither did I steal a dollar. "By going home to your mother and staying with her until May I never look upon my dear old mother's face if I am not she is laid to rest beside your brother," she said, very softly, innocent," he added brokenly, raieing his white face up toa strange, tender light in her dark eyes. "Then when the last! ward the heavens above, while tears ran like rain down his tie that binds you to the old home is broken, you can once white cheeks. "May I never meet her or my dead brother in more return to the world you long to see." a better world if I am not telling you the truth! You may "I will obey you," he whispered, "and to this place I shall hang me if you will, there is nothing to prevent, save these first turn, because you are here. May I hope to see you some two loyal one s who risked their own life to save mine. But time and tell you all that is in my heart for you." you will be committing a murder, as foul a murder as ever a She looked at him a moment in silence, then her cheeks midnight assassin could do. You are a hundred to one; it is glowed like a damask rose. the strong against the weak, and I am at.your mercy." "Why not tell me now?" she asked, with a smile. "For He ceased speaking and stood with bowed head, the lights Wichita is a long, long ways from where you will go." from the flickering street lamps shining upon his fair hair, Gordon suddenly discovered that there was some interesting turning it to a living, burning gold. A deep, unbroken silence object he wished to see a little ways off, and whistling to him-reigned. Then suddenly he lifted his head. self he strolled away, leaving the couple standing alone. "There was a man close at Joe'Scott's side," he went on eag1 The young man took the brave girl's bands within his own erly. "A shabby, sinister-looking fellow, who watched every but she quickly withdrew them while her bright face clouded. move I made, and he might know--" "It was my father!" That sharp, agonizing whisper came from the lips of the girl who had saved hiln. She had grown deathly white, and her dark, pleading eyes sought his appealingly. Like a flash he understood and he hastened to add: "He might know who the real thief is, for he watched every move that was made. If he could be found now he might be of some use. "No, you need not tell me now, you must not," she said, in a sharp, pained voice. "For I do not want to hear. Th.ere are reasons why I will not listen. Good-by, and bless you. Go home to your mother, and forget that such a girl as Dollie Clayton ever crossed your path. It is better so." The next moment she had disappeared, leaving the astonished youth standing in the night alone. He stared bla..kly after her, but he could not know the pain that racked her !iroud heart. 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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF PAWNEE BILL." I twined and blended togelher in the near future. Not all joy, pos s e s sed him, and pounding the ladder until his hands were to be sure, say more of s orrow, but precious for all that. bruis ed, he yelled hoarsely: He went to Gordon Lillie s room for he knew he would be 'Are ye comin' down, ye hussy? Are ye goin' ter pay -any safer there. And while they discussed his return home on th e he e d ter what I've got ter say ter yer? or be yer goin' ter stay morrow, Dauntless Dollie knelt weeping in her rude cabin up thar and sulk all night? Curse ye, but ye can' t work thet home realizing that happiness never could be hers g a me on me! Yer like yer mother-a high-strung piece thet's She was too proud to accept urn hand of one like Harry Reya b ove everything else upon earth. Come down, ye hussy, or nolds, for her father' s career was a stain upon her she could I'll come and fetch ye down!" never hope to wipe away, s he said, and he was the cause of t h e Still no an swer, and as he swayed unsteadily to and fro, it young man' s trouble that night. She knew it, for she had seen s eemed ridic ulous to think C1f anyone in his condition ascendhim hovering in the cwwd like an evil shadow. Later on, ing the ladper. It was all he could do to stand upon his feet, when he came home, she would have to suffer for it. Alas, let alone his talk of going above. But he did not appear to poor, brave Dollie! mind it. CHAPTER VII. .t A PLOT ro R UIN OUR HERO. "Sulk away," he muttered, "and keep it up, but when ye come down it' ll be the worst fur ye. I ain' t the one to let this go by, I kin tell ye So ye won't listen ter me? Waal, keep it up in yer own way, and we'll see who ll come out ahead. Yer ole dad ain't the one ter let this slide by. Ther durned ole strap will keep, and ther longer yer stay away ther wuss it' ll be fur ye." Mumbling to himself, he staggered back to the table, and While our hero and Harry Reynolds were safely in the plain, another deep draught of the fiery stuff soon dimmed what yet comfortable room where Gordon had stopped since his ar-r e a son he had left. rival in Wichita, and poor Dollie knelt sobbing out her sor-Then his h ead dropped forward, and mumbJ,ing and mutter row,s, beneath the humble roof s he called home, there was a ing, h e san k into a drunken slumber, the candlelight falling in vile and wicked plot afoot to ruin him and the youth his flickering s hadow s across his bloated face courage, together wilh that of the brave girl, had saved from a How long he sl ept he did not kno'." but he was aroused by 'terrible death. Little they dreamed of the villainous scheme feeling a heavy hand laid lightly upon his shoulder, and the being laid to entrap them-a scheme which meant dishonor, next moment a heavy voice exclaimed: aye, death. "I say, ole man, what are ye doin' here asleep? Wake up and An hour after Dollie had crept up to her miserable little bed let a feller know what's goin' on, can' t yer? I ain' t no slouch, under the eave s, her father, drunk and brutal, came stag-but I ain' t a swell and I want ter know what ther gal hes gering along toward the cabin singing and muttering to him -agin me. She's s howed ther whit e feather fur thoc fir s t time, self in maudlin gl ee. Stumbling over the threshold he fell and I'm s o mighty sick of it thet I'm gittin' tired. She's eithe r into a chair be s ide the rough t a ble, and pulling a big black l got ter shake t het feller thet she saved from hangin', or else bottle out of his pocket, he put il to his lips. I'll give her ther go by-see?" "I wonder if the t hus s y i s here yet he muttered, thick ly Drunk a s he was, Sam Cla yton recognized the voice of his setting the bottle again upon the table, but with conside rable friend Joe Scott, and he raised his head long ooough to say: less liquor than was in it before. "If I thought she was I'd "What d'ye want here, anyway, Joe? I didn' t hear y e enter, call her downstairs and break every bone in her body. Curse and I'll never stand being waked up in sich a way. I'm durned her, anyway, what bu s ine s s hed s he ter stick her nose inter tired, I a m and I'm mighty sure thet unless ye hev got somesomething thet didn' t con sarn her. She was always a sneakin' thing important t e r say I hain't no time ter listen ter ye. Now hussy, anyway, with her h e ad away up in the air as if she was 'out with it." better'n anybody el s e, and blas t her hide, I'll take it out of "Ye're about as drunk, Sam, as anybody I ever seed the big her, or my name hain't Sam Clayton She might jest a s well bully ans wered with a coars e laugh, "and I can't fur ther life git it ter-night as any o ther time, fur I feel like gi v in lie r a of me understand why it is that yer will git full ip a time like durned good lickin'. I ain't hit her in a long time, and ther this. Ye know thar is business ahead of us, and we've got ter hussy' s got so she thinks she' s the r boss. Blas t her, I'll s how work like cusses when we git our hand in. And here yer are s o her." drunk ye kin hardly lift yer head. Now, what d'ye mean, any-He got upon his feet with an effort, and staggered clumsil y way?" toward the rude ladder that led to the'loft above. He could "Be thet y e Joe?" the drunken man a s ked in a thick voice I hardly stand, but he was able to take down from the wall the raising his h e ad while a grim smile lingered about his lips. big strap that hung just below the ladder. "Wby can't y e wake a man up without spoiling his sleep and "Here, Doll, I want ye!" he shouted "D'ye hear me, ye scaring him half to death? Ye're a mighty smart one, ye are, hussy? I tell ye ter git down here, and be mighty quick about and I hain't no u s e fur sich as ye. Come now, git up, and se e it, too. Are ye comin'?" what ye kin do Are ye goin' ter stay he r e all night, anyway?'' No sound. His only reply was the faint, faraway sound of "You fool, you are drunk again," Joe S cott muttered with an the voices of the merry cowboy s who were at that hour turn-oath, "and there's no use in trying to git around it. I kin ing Wichita into a perfect bedlam with their songs and iaughs ee as well as the next one, and the quicker ye git over this ter. The monotony of the occa s ion was every now and then ther better. Whar' s Dollie? I don t s ee her about here now. broken by the sharp crack of a pistol shot, but to them it was 1 "She ain't in," Sam Clayton replied, sullenly, "and I hev an e very-day occurrence, and if a man bit the dust it was all yelled till I'm black in the face. But it didn't do no good. If tho same. she war up there I !mow she would answer me, but she ain' t. The man, under the influence of the vile, rank poison that She ain't thar, if she was she would answer me, for she's filled bis veins with liquid fire, believed the girl was above and afraid of her ole daddy. I ain't s o very much of a man, but I was openly defying him; yet why should he when she had ain' t so bad but what she's afraid ter try and fool me, and--" never done such a thing before in all her life? But he was "She's with that baby-faced puppy she saved from being in no condition to stop and reason clearly. A sudden rage hanged ter-night," answered with a growl, "and if I lay

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" THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." 9 -=========================;:===============-=======:::;=== my hands on him I'll kill him as sure as my name is Joe 1 but his own life was far more vrecious to him than th:t of the Scott. I ain' t a good man, you know that, Sam, but I love boy against whom they were plotting. thet gal of yours and I'm goin' ter hev her, come what may. .. I swar it?" "Of course I'm with ye, Joe," he answered, somewhat quav eringly, at the same time avoiding his companion's eyes. "So "And ye hev my best wishes, Joe, indeed ye hev," Sam Clayye needn't hev no fear, old man. It sorter made me feel a bit ton answered with a leer. "Fur I don't know o f anyone I queer fur a minute, fur ye and Jack hev always been sort of would rather hev fur a son-in-law than ye, and I know ther pards, ye know, and thet knocked me out. But I'm with ye; gal likes ye." good gracious, of course I am!" "Ye lie, Sam Clayton, and ye know it!" Joe Scott responded "I thought ye would come to yer senses arter awhile," Joe hotly. "She don't care fur me, she never will, and it's only Scott said, in a deep, significant voice, fingering his bowie talk of yours thet's making things go along. But I'll make her knife purposely, to impress upon the other's weak mind the care fur me in time, and if she don't she'll be the loser, not I. necessity of obeying him, "fur ye ve knowed me long 'nough by Now, listen ter me: I hev a plan ter lay afore ye." this time, Sam, ter understand thet I mean jest what I say. Bending low his head, he whispered a few words in Sam As fur Jack's bein' a pard of mine, thet don't count. Ther kid Clayton's ears. They were only a few, fllld yet they were is in my way, and it' s only through Jack thet I kin git rid of enough to set his nerves a-tingle, for it was a plot to ruin him. Me and Jack ain't ther same pards as we used ter be, our hero, body and soul-a plot deep and dark enough for a fur Jack's a bittnclined ter play ther good boy racket, and I fiend to plan! hain't got no use fur sich a man. But here, we've wasted a CHAPTER VIII. mighty lot of time a-talkin' 'bout nothin', and time is money in this here case. I simply want ter tell ye, Sam, thet ye hadn't better try ter play any tricks on me, thet's all "Play tricks on ye, Joe, the blear-eyed sot echoed, with the sound of maudlin tears cif terror and forced sen.timent in his thick, husky voice. "Waal, ole man, yer ofl'. thar, fur hain't ye WARNED BY DAUN'.J;LESS DOLLIE. goin' ter be my own son-in-law? Hain't ye and Doliy goin' ter git spliced afore long? And then ye ask yer old daddy-in-law Forgetting all caution, the two plotters their voices, 1 if he's goin' ter go back on ye. I reckon not. Put her thar, my and listening above could not fail to catch every word. boy," holding out one trembling, dirty hand. "Fur yer a son They did not dream that she was there, so they had no fear. I arter my own heart, and ther gal couldn't do better." The girl's blood ran cold with horror as she heard the fiendish "I reckon not," the ,big bully replied Proudly, drawing his plot. burly form up to its fullest height. "Yer putty drunk, Sam, "Ye know Long Jack hes got a heap of ther stuff with him but I'nt durned if ye hain' t got jest 'bout as much common ter-night, Sam," Joe Scott went on, in a voice that the lissense as anybody in these here diggin's. But now ter busi tening girl could hear very plainly, "and this is ther way I'm ness. Yer sure yer ain't goin' ter flunk?" a-goin' ter fix it. He's putty full, is ter:night, and he's "Naray a flunk, Joe. I'll stand by yer, and if we hev ter been blowin' all ther boys off ingreat style. Everybody in swing, we'll swing together, or--',. Wichita is on ter the fact thet Jack won it playin', and this "Hush, ye fool! Why in thunder will ye insist on lettin' is what we'll do. I'll find Jack, and git him ter take a few thet tongue o' your'n run like a shuttle?" Joe Scott inter more drinks, then when he's so durned full thet he can't navi-rupted, angrily. "Ye are a fool, Sam Clayton, and if ye gate, I'll make out thet I'm a-takin him ter his room, and don't shut up I'll knife you on the spot! I could swar thet I when I git him in a dark corner I'll knife him! Then--", heerd somebody movin' 'bout in ther loft, and I'm goin' ter "Great Cresar!" gasped Sam Clayton, who, bad as he was and climb up and see fur myself." utterly degraded, was not prepared for such cold-blooded mur-With those words he ascended the ladder. He did not go der. "Great Cresar, Joe! Ye-ye can't mean thet yer a-goin' clear up, for he could see plainlry from where he was standing, ter kill Jack out and out. I--" and there was no one in sight. Dollie had rolled under the "Shut up, yer fool, yer a-showin' ther white feather already," rude bunk the moment she heard his declaration, and she lay Joe Scott growled savagely, shaking the trembling man rough-J there her. he:U-t throbbing hot and But, ah! ly by the arm. "D'ye want ter let ther hull town, hear ye? what a feehng of rehef it was when she heard him call out: Ye never did know anything, anyhow, Sam' Clayton, arter ye nary a soul here, Sam. It must have been a mouse hed put a few glasses of bad .whisky inside yer jacket. Now, or rat runnin' across ther floor. I didn't know but what it be ye ready ter go in with me, or be ye a-goin' ter sneak out of was Dollie hidin' up thar, and she'd sneak off and warn tbet it like a cur? Answer me, quiclc, or I'll fix ye so ye won't tell feller even if she knew we'd hev ter swing, fur she's thet kind. on me, so help me Cresar!" Curse her anyway-and yet, durn her, I can't help wantln' her. There was an ugly glare in the big desperado's snake-like Think of it, Sam, makin' me, Joe Scott, git down on my knees eyes, and the cowardly man who was so completely in his powafore ther hull crowd ter-night and beg her pardon! But I'll er knew well that his own life would not be safe. as he make her sorry when I git her, ye kin bet yer life on thet!" loved drink and gold, he shrank from such a deed of horror, "And sarve her good and right, .Toe," Sam res ponded

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10 THE DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." with alleer. "Fur she's too mighty good fur these ere diggin s, sid_e, his hands outstretched, his lips wreathed in a smile. so she thinks. Give it to her good, Joe, when yer git her. Miss Clayton, is it really you? he began. "I am--" She's like a balky horse. It don't do to pamper them; ye want "Hus h, she said, in a iow voice, "and pardon my coming ter lick the cussedness out of 'em." here, but it was best so. You are in danger; there is a plot "Don't ye worry but what I'll tame her," the scoundrel afloat to ruin you both, aye, to bring you to the gallowschuckled. "And now ter business. Ye sneak around ami find that is," she added, with a half sad smile, "what we here in ther room where ther two kids are stoppin', and tell them thet Wichita call a gallows, for a lamp-post or a tree serves as well. ye are Dollie's father, and thet she's broke her arm, and wants I have come to warn you. Now, listen to me. Under no conter see 'em both. Make believe yer a-takin' 'em to the cabin, sideration must you leave your room tb,is night, and after I am and they'll never know ther difference, fur they' ve never seen gone, admit no one. No matter who knocks at this door, do it. Sorter make out thii.t ye feel putty bad, Sam. Sniffle and not open it, and have your revolvers all ready to defend yourcry a bit. Then when ye pas s ther dark corner whar Jack and selves, for, believe me, you will need them. You had better not I are, Jack'll be knifed, of course, but I'll be out of sight. go to bed at all to-night, if you can possibly remain up. If They'll stumble over him, and jest then, I'll pop out and yell one sleeps the other should watch. Now, I will go." murder. In less than two minutes thar'll be a crowd of ther "One moment, Miss Clayton, Harry Reynolds exclaimed, boys 'round ther spot, and I'll slip ye ther money I took out of springing after her, and laying his hand upon her arm. Jack's pocket, and ye run and hide ther roll under ther mat"Please do not leave in such haste. Will you sit down for 1ress iu ther kids' room. D'ye see what I mean?" just a few moments and explain to us a little? Ah, how brave "Yes, I see, and I'll do it, Joe," Clayton replied. mustn't make no mistake this time." "But ye and good you are to come here and warn us." I She smi led, but her lips quivered at his words. She shook "Let me alone fur thet," was the impatient retort. "But her head. come along, thar's no time ter lose." "No, I will go home, for if I am found here or missed, my The two worthies had barely left the cabin when Dollie father's rage will be something awful. I dare not, but for crept cautiously down the ladder, her face whiter than marble, your own sake obey me and be careful." her eyes glittering like twin stars. "It is that cowardly loafer, Joe Scott, wh? is at the bottom "I must save them," she muttered nervously, "I must save of this, and--'' Harry Reynolds exclaimed Impulsively, speak the two brave youths, for if Joe Scott's evil plot works, and it ing before he is carried out as he wants it, no power upon earth can save She looked into his eyes, and a sudden, sharp pang Pierced them from being lynched under my very eyes. The money his heart, as he saw the quiver of pain that swept over her face. will be found in their room, and even if my word, that I had He would haye given worlds if he had not spoken thus. overheard the whole scheme, should be believed, which I very much doubt, I would have to condemn my own father. My "My father. Very low and calm the two words fell from her lips, but lips must be sealed, for, bad as he is, he is my father, and their very quietness told how she suffered. He could have cut while I have no love for him within my heart, I cannot send his tongue out for speaking as he did. him to his death. But I must do my duty." Like a shadow she flitted through the moonlight, in the di rection of the rude two story hotel where Gordon and Harry Reynolds were. At first she thought to call them downstairs, then she decided that it would be better for her to go to them, "Forgive me, Mifls Clayton," he said, very softly. "I would not hurt your feelings for anything in the wide world. I spoke \ before I thought." "It is only the truth,'' she said, in a brave manner. "And the truth, no matter how bitter, cannot be avoided. It is of no for her father or Joe Scott might be lurking nigh, and so she use in seeking to get away from it. No one knows my father bravely asked the number of their room, her cheeks burning better than I; no one knows his weakness and other faults hotly. better, and yet what can I do? When my mother died," with In response to his "Come in," the door opened, and to Gora smothered sob, "I promised her on her death bed that I don Lillie's amazement, in walked Dollie Clayton. He sprang would always care for him and look after him. I wa's only a to his feet, but she motioned for him to be silent. child 1.hen, but I had seen so much sorrow and pain that I was old for my years. I have kept that promise to my mother, but no one knows what I have endured; what I have gone CHAPTER IX. DISCOVERED. I through with hi,m. Sometimes it seems as if I could bear it no longer, and I say I will run away. Then," the tears 1falling like rain over her cheelrs, "that pale, sweet face arises before me, as I last saw it, lying among the pillows like a lily, and I cannot do it. Ah, if my mother had lived, how different my life would have been. But, there, I am forgetting myself. Forgive me for boring. you with my secret sorrows. It is not Both boys stared at her wonderingly, too surprised for a often I speak of them to strangers. I mentioned my father, moIJ1ent to speak, and then Harry Reynolds has tened to her because I knew you would not be long in Wichita without find-

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." ing out about him, and I did not wish you to think I was any"She is the bravest, noblest girl I ever saw," he said slowly. thing like him." "But what a life she leads with her wretched father and that She turned away to leave them but, with her hand upon the scoundrel, Joe Scott, who is determined to have her for his latch, Harry Reynolds once more stopped her. wife." "Please do not say that, Miss Clayton," he pleaded. "And "I would rather a hundred times over see her dead than let me tell you how much I admire and honor you before you married to that wretch," Harry Reynolds exclaimed passion go. You are the bravest, noblest girl I ever knew, and I adately. "Poor girl! So young-so fair-so good!" mire and respect you for caring for your father's comfort, even And Dollie, with a keen, sharp pain at her heart, went on her though he be so unworthy of it. You will surely get your reway, her eyes blinded with bitter tears. ward." She left the hotel, and was walking swiftly in the direction "I want no reward," she answered, simply, her dark eyes of her humble home, when a hand seized her roughly by the growing soft and dim. "All I aslr is that I am not misjudge4. arm, while a voice hissed in her ear: But, ah, if my home life could be different. If I only had a "So I hev caught ye at it, ye hussy? Ye went and warned father and friends like other girls! No wonder that I ride them two baby-faced kids agin yer own father an' ther man away my pony and remain all day long. Natm: e and a ye're goin' ter marry? Ye IMways were a whinin' sneak, jest good dumb friend are preferable to my surroundings." lilre yer mother, but ye'll pay dear fur this, or my name ain't A sudden thought flashed through Harry Reynolds' brain, Sam Clayton! I've hed my own ideas 'bout ye fur some time. and his fair, handsome face lit up with joy at the mere idea. Now I know, and ye'll larn what it means ter interfere with "Miss Clayton, Dollie," he said, eagerly taking her hand me." within his own as he talked. "Why not go home with me? It was her father who held her arm in that vise-like grip, Why not let me be your friend, your brother? It is no place and his bloated face so close to hers looked hideous in its for you here in the midst of rough men who do not know anger, while his bloodshot eyes glared tlgerishly into her terto respect a pure, good woman. My mother is refined and genrifted ones. tie, she would welcome you as a dear daughter, I know she would, and we could be so happy there. You would never be lonely again; we could be happy and free as the day is long. You are so lonely, so neglected here Will you not go -3 She caught her breath with a half gasp of pain. The picture CHAPTER X. that arose before her was certainly very tempting, and she did long for refined companionship, and a motherly woman into THE FLIGHT FROM HOME. 1 whose ears she could pour her sorrows and cares. In spite of her rude surroundings and wild life, the coarseness and For a moment Dollie stared at the speaker, not knowing roughness about her was utterly distasteful to her, and she felt what to say; so completely was she taken by surprise, that as if she could not bear it. Then the face of her dead motheIJ she did not know hardly what it meant. Her heart gave a came between her and the bright picture that' had suddenly ap-great leap of terror, for she had never before seen that ex peared before her eyes and she turned away. I pression upon her father's face. There was something abso"You are very kind, Mr. Reynolds, very kind, indeerl," s he lutely fiendish in the glare of his bloodshot eyes, and the look answered in a trembling voice, but with a coldness he could upon his face was wolfish. not fail to note. "But I cannot accept your offer. Independ"Ye needn't look at me in thet way, ye hussy," he grated be cnce and Dollie Cl
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JI THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." What she, Dollie Clayton, known as Dauntless Dollie throughin cold blood, and lay it to them! I saved them from being out the whole country, allow any living soul to see her being lynched, providing your plan did not fail, and l' saved you, dragged away to her rude home by her wretched, drunken father, from a horrible crime. Irn:;tead of heaping abuse upon father? No! A thousand times no! She would rather die. my head, you i:>hould thank me." In silence she walked beside him to her cabin home, and "Thank ye," he echoed with a coarse, brutal laugh. "Thank even though his fingers left great black and blue marks upon ye, ye hussy. What fur? Fur takin' good money out of my her fair, round arm, she would not complain. But there was a pocket? Curse ye, wha,t d'ye think I'm goin' ter live on, anydangerous light in her dark eyes, and her young face had way? How d'ye expect I'm goin' ter live? Ye don't keer, thet's never worn the expression it did that night. Sam Clayton did about it. But I'll show ye, curse ye. So ye listened, and heerd not know the nature he had to deal with. all I said, did ye?" When they reached the cabin he led her inside, then locking "Yes, I know all you said," she answered. "I know it all, the door, turned suddenly and faced her. and--" "So ye went ter ther hotel and told them two young fellers She was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a heavy foot-thet there was a plot on foot, and warned 'em ter look out fur step upon the threshold, and wheeling suddenly she saw Joe me and Joe? he asked in an ugly tone of voice. "Tell me Sc .ott in the doorway, glaring at her like a savage beast. ther truth, or I'll murder ye whar ye stand, I swar it." "Have I ever told you anything but the truth?" she asked him very quietly. "Tell me, when did I ever tell you a false hood?" "So it's true after all?" he asked, in a hissing sort of voice. "The gal did overhear us, and peach on us. Curse her, anyway. I didn t think that of her. I never believed she would be so mean. I thought she had a bit of honor when she didn't. Ter "Thet hain't ther question," he roared. "I want ter know if peach on her father and--" ye went ter ther hotel and told them two tenderfeet thet thar "I'll larn her,'' Sam Clayton said, with a wolfish bark. "I'll was danger in ther air. Are ye goin' ter answer me? I saw I larn her! and before Dollie realized what he was about he had ye comin' out of thar, so ye needn't try ter dodge ther ques-taken a long whip from the peg on the wall where it hung, tion." and brought the lash sharply about her shoulders. "Since you saw me coming out of the hotel, what other rea"I'll larn ye ter watch and sneak, ye hussy," he muttered, son did you suppose I went there for?" she aslrnd, calmly, not thickly. "I'll larn ye who is master here ye or me." at all frightened at his threatening attitude and upraised fist. That first blow was the last. Like a flash the girl 'Yhipped "You surely do not believe I went to a hotel at this time of [out her trusty revolvers, and pointing them at her father, said night for pleasure, do you?" sternly: "Are ye trying ter poke fun at me, ye hussy?" he growled, "Put that whip back where it belongs! I have borne your coming closer to her. Do ye forgit thet I'm yer father?" abuse for the last time, and as heaven is my witness, if yon He was so close to her that she could feel his breath, heavy don't obey me, I will send a bullet through your heart, even with the fumes of vile liquor, fan her brow. Her face grew though you were my father a thousand times over! I mean still whiter, but the light in her eyes grew brighter. what I say, for I am desperate! I will give you just five min"No," she answered, in a low, even voice, "I do not forget utes in whicli to obey me, and then you must take the consethat you are m:i; father; I cannot, for I have reason to remem quences if you refuse. You are not dealing with a girl, but a ber it to-night more than ever. Yes, I did go to the hotel and woman whose every sense of respect has been outraged." warn the two young men that they were in danger, and I have Sam Clayton shrank from the light in the girl's eyes, and as made no attempt to deny it. I do not want to, for I am glad he slunk away and allowed her to go to her rude chamber un-I did go." "What did ye go fur, ye hussy?" he grated between his teeth, raising his hand on high as if to strike her to the ground at his feet. "How dared ye go and warn them agin yer own father? How dared ye, I say, how dared ye?" "I went to save them," she answered, looking him full in the eyes. "I did not want two innocent lives sacrificed, and I would not let them be when it was in my n.ands to save molested, Joe Scott clutched his arm. "For mercy's sake let 'her go, for as. sure as there is a power above us she'll shoot if you interfere with her," he whispered, and he was right, for the girl was desperate. She would havE! shot them down had they Interfered with her, so they wisely left her alone. They did not see her when two hours later she crept down the rude ladder and stole softly forth from the roof that had them, and-I wanted to save you from being a murderer-I sheltered her for so long. did not want to see my own father hanged, an.fit would either One long, last look she cast upon her home, then she turned be that, or else the innocent would have to suffer for the deed her back upon it forever. of t1;10 guilty." "Ye hussy, what d'ye mean?" he whispered hoarsely. "I mean that you and Joe Scott had laid a scheme to ruin the two young men at the hotel," she replied, steadily, never flinching for an instant. "And I determin ed to save them. CHAPTER XI. OFF FOB THE FRONTIER. You were to entice them out, saying that I had broken my arm, Neither Goraon nor Harry Reynolds saw the brave girl again and wanted to see them. Joe Scott was to murder his friend while they were in Wichita. They di1l not know that she had

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." 13 left her home forever, for early the next morning Harry left boys were turning day into night, and night into day with their for his old home, while Gordon was to go that same night. singing and drinking. Gordon was not sorry to get away, for "I if we shall ever meet again?" the boy said earnhis sojourn there had been anything but pleasant. estly, his bright, brown eyes fastened upon his companion's No one saw him when he slipped quietly from the hotel and face. "It is very strange, our meeting, and I hope the next will walked rapidly away from the lights and tumult. He started be under far more favorable circumstances." for the Indian Territory, which lays one hundred and sixty I hope so, too," Harry Reynolds answered, looking into his miles south of Wichita:. It being the terminus of the railroad, face as he spoke. "And but for you I shudder to think where he was obliged to make the journey on foot. I would have been. I do not forget that it was you who saved It was no small undertaking for a boy of sixteen, but our my life, Gordon, and I shall never cease to thank you. I do hero, nothing daunted, started out with his spirits light and not know how I shall ever repay you." gay. There was nothing that he feared. He was bound to "Nonsense," Gordon laughed1 though at the same time lie make a name for himself, and it would take more than one was deeply affected, for he had grown very fond of the youth serious obstacle to turn him from the course that he had mapduring the short time he had known him. "It was not Gordon ped out for himself. Lillie who saved your life, but Dauntless Dollie. I confess I All night long he trudged cheerfully forward, feeling neither was growing a bit nervous when she came to the rescue, and I weariness nor the want of sleep, and when the morning dawnhonestly believe that had it not been for her,. I would have ed he was a good many miles from Wichita. When the sun been only a damage to you. She changed the sentiment of the was high in the heavens he stopped long enough to snatch an mob, not I, and so, Harry, old boy, you must thank her and hour's rest and eat the lunch with which he had been thought-not me." ful enough to provide himself before starting upon the weari"I shall_ always bless you both," the young man responded some journey. fervently, clasping Gordon's hand still closer, "and my only re-"It's a long ways off yet," he muttered, "but I must not give gret is that I must now part from you. I also wish I could up. Nothing in this world was ever accomplished without see Miss Clayton again." trouble and hard. work, and I am not the chap to shirk either. "Never mind, we shall meet again," Gordon answered cheerSo here goes!" fully, little dreaming under what circumstances they would He struck out again, but unknowingly, and not being fameet again. "And if fortune is good to us we will be able mi liar with the lay of the country, he took the bottom trail .,; to look back and laugh at our adventures in Wichita. Well, instead of the divide trail. It being the time of the year when old boy, here is your train. Good-by, and good luck to you. the great Kansas river overflows her bottom, he was forced Your dear mother will rejoice when she sees your face once to wade mile after mile through water ranging from knee to again. Ah, how happy she will be! I know we shall see each hip deep. Sometimes it almost reached his neck, but the brave other some day." youth would not turn back. The train was already puffing away impatiently at the sta"There's a great many worse things in this world than cold tion, like a huge iro. n monster, and with one last handclasp, water," he said to himself, with a grim smile. "'And if I have the two friends who had met so strangely, parted. A mist to wade through seas of water Instead of rivers, I'll accom dimmed Gordon Lillie's soft-brown eyes, for during the short plish my object There's no turning back about me. Once I space of time he had known Harry Reynolds, he had become make up my mind to do a thing I would like to find anyone I deeply attached to him. The last he saw of him he stood on who can stop me. But this water is pretty cold, and I'm bless-the platform waving his hand to him. Then the train rounded ed if I like the idea of standing up all night long -with it reach a curve, and he was lost to view. ing up to my waist. I can't for the life of me see how I'm going Gordon stood for a moment, lost in deep thought, btlt it was to get any :;deep. I am not a duck, and if I stay here much only for a moment, then looking about him, he said briskly: longer I'll catch my death of cold." "Now, for my own future. He is safe, for which I am Setting his teeth he splashed forward, longing to once more doubly thankful, a.nd in a few days he will be with his mother. reach dry ground. It was not so very pleasant as he Il.ad I am fri:e to go my way. To-day I start for the frontier, where agined, this being up to the waist in icy water all the time, I have, always longed to go, and I must lose no more time. I and in spite of his strength and physical endurance, he was have had about all I want of the town of Wichita." chilled through and through. So saying, he retraced his footsteps towar'tl the hotel. He "I almost wish was safe at home in a good warm bed," he would have liked very much to see Dollie Clayton before he muttered, with chattering teeth, "a,nd one of mother's good hot left, he believed it was wiser not to attPrnpt it. It would be suppers would taste powerful good. But there's no use in better for her, since he knew the kind of man her father was, ing over spilt milk, and just because I'm cold and hungry he said to himself. Some day he would see her again. doing the' baby act. No, I came here to get a start in life, and He had already been in Wichita ten days, and he was anxious I'll stick to it if I die in my tracks. This certainly cannot last to get away. He lost no time in packing up his few personal much longer. It will have to end some time, and then I shall effects, a.nil. making all arrangements to leave that same night. be all right." The town was as lively as it had been at any time during the So on and on he went. The night fell over the world, and ten days since he first landed there. The merry, careless cow-still he waded through the chill waters of the mighty river

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, THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." whose strength and force defied all human aid or power. He ing his words. "I never see one like ye afore. And so yer would not give up, for he was a determined lad, and once he hungry, eh? Whar hev ye been? Yer as wet as a drowned made up his mind to do a thing no one could change him. rat. Come up here ter ther fl.re, whar we kin git a good look at G;-adually the icy waters grew shallower, an. d with hope yer, and then we'll know how ter size yer up. Come right up, springing up anew within his breast, he believed he would sonny. Ther boys won't hurt ye." soon reach dry land. Then his eyes caught the cheerful beams He took the boy by the arm, and dragged him up to the of a campfire on a rise of ground, and he halted. Was it friend fl.re. All the men stared at the slender youth as if he had been or foe, he asked himself. Was it a hunting party Of his own a curiosity, and then the bluff, hearty voice once more broke race, or was it a band of hostile Indians? If so, then how the stillness. much better off was he? "Waal, I mst say thet yer abont ther decentist lookin' kid Cautiously he crept closer, and the odor of roasting meat was I've met in a good many days. Whar did ye come from, sonny, borne to his nostrils. He was very hungry, and he resolved and what mought yer handle be?" to run the risk at any rate. He would not be seen, and if they "Where did I come from?" Gordon Lillie repeated, looking were white men, all well and good. If savages, then be would keenly at the good-natured fellow. "From Bloomington, Illi resume his journey unseen. So be crawled cautiously up the nois, and my name is Gordon Lillie." bank and crept nearer the camp. "Run away from home, didn't ye?" the stranger asked, with CHAPTER XII. TRAPPEB l'OM:. a grin. "I reckon I'm about right, fur it's plain ter be seen that ye hain't been rougbin' it long. Ain't I right when I sa) ye run away from ther old folks?" "I did run away from home," Gordon answered frankly, "and I shall not deny it. But I did nothing wrong. There was no reason why I should run away, except my love of adventure. I graduated from the High School, and I could not bear idea of staying a dull town and becoming a plodding busi ness man in a small way. So I cut loose and started for my_, At first be could not make out whether it was a camp of In self." dians or white men, for his eyes were dazzled by the bright "Right ye are, my boy, right ye are," the bluff, good-natured firelight, but as soon as he became accustomed to the dancing stranger responded heartily. "Here's my paw, and it's as rays he saw it was a party of white men grouped about the honest a paw as ye ever shook in all yer life. I ain't ther fire. handsomest man in all ther world, but them as knows me will A huge roast was sizzling over the glowing coals, sending tell ye thet I'm about as white a man as ever leveled a rifle forth an odor that would have tempted a king, and the smell of at a fat buck My handle is Trapper Tom, and I'm known coffee was the sweetest perfume he had ever smelled in his from one end of the world to t'other. If ye want ter stay with life. He had fasted nearly all day, and the pangs of hunger us, and be one of us, ye kin. But ther best thing fur ye ter do were beginning to make themselves felt. now is ter git some of thet roast venison and good coffee "Here goes!" he said, rising to his feet, "and whether they inside yer jacket as quick as yer know how, arter thet we kin are friends or foes, I'm bound to have a taste of that venison talk. Yer as wet as a cat thet's been in ther water all day, and coffee. That's all I can think of now, for I'm hungry too, but I reckon ye would rather eat and then dry yerself. It's enough to eat a whole ox raw. They can't do more than kill a mighty unpleasant thing ter be wet all ther way through, me, any'\Vay, and if I die I shall have no need to eat." but it's a durned sight worse ter be hungry . Come along now, He walked boldly toward the fl.re, once his mind was made grub is ready." up, and he gave not the slightest sign of fear. A dozen rifles While Gordon lived he never was able to forget bow good covered him as he came into sight, but he was very calm, that venison and coffee tasted, and Trapper Tom chuckled to boy though ha was. himself as he saw the lad stow away tin plateful after plate"H_old on," he said, in a clear, ringing voice, holding up both ful, washed down by huge cups of fragrant Then, when haups, "I am not an )ndian nor a renegade, and you do not he had satisfied the pangs of hunger be went to the cheerily think that one man can run away with the camp, do you? I am blazing fire and dried his wet clothing. just about as hungry' as any boy in the world and I "Now, my lad, are ye1willin' ter become one of us?" Trap h31ve invited myself to have a few slices of that venison cookper Tom asked, with a twinkle in his eyes. "It's a jolly life ing there along with a cup of coffee. It smells mighty good, I we lead, huntin' and trappin' all ther time, and at ther same can tell you." time it's not ther easiest in ther world. Thar's a mighty lot There was a moment of silence, while the men grouped about about it thet hain't so very nice, and yit if ye think ye would the fire stared into each other's faces in astonishment, and like ter join us we're glad ter hev yer." then a jolly, ruddy-faced man, with merry, twinkling eyes, "I shall be delighted to join you," Gordon began eagerly, but stepped forward. the trapper stopped him with a wave of his hand. "Waal, if ye hain't ther coolest kid I ever seed in all my "Thar, thar, sonny, jest drop all them big, high-soundint life," he said, in a deep, bass voice, a hearty laugh accompanywords, fur me and ther rest of ther boys ain't used ter heartn'

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." 15 them, and it sort of makes us nervous-like. It's plain ter be seem:ed to stand still, but it was for only one moment, then he seen thet ye've hed a heap of schoolin', but ye hain't a-goin' ter was himself again. It would scare almost any boy of sixteen need it here. We're all of us plain speakin' men, and we were he to find himself face to face with a huge savage in war stand no frills, but ye do know a heap. Are ye goin ter stay paint and feathers, and Gordon was not an ordinary boy. But wiih us?" he nerved himself and like a flash raised his rifle, taking a "I shall stay with you," the youth responded gratefully. careful though hurried aim at the hideous face so near him. "And if my ways at present are somewhat different from yours, Before he could press the trigger, however, a loud, ringing please do not mind, for I was brought up in an entirely diflaugh burst from the lips ot the supposed savage, and he said ferent manner from you. I shall not be long in learning your in a voice that was strangely familiar: ways, for indeed I wish to be one of you." "I believe ye, sonny," Trapper Tom responded heartily, "and "Now, see here, kid, don t ye up and shoot me, fur if ye do I'll raise thunder with ye. I never yit hed a taste of cold lead, I swar thet I believe ye hev ther makin' of a good man in yer. and durn me if I'm goin' ter begin now. Don't ye know me, ye Ter be sure yer only a kid, but durn me, yer a mighty game 1 tarnal young fool, ye?" one, and ther older ye grow ye'll improve. Now, would ye It was the voice of Trapper Tom. To the astonished youih mind goin' ter ther spring over yonder and gittin' a jug of I he looked like a gigantic savage, and for a few moments he water fur ther night? Yer a bit younger nor me, and thar's could do nothing save stare at the tall form in its gaudy dress and war feathers. nothin' like good, pure cold water ter turn in on. Ye kin Then he found his tongue, and while a hot blush mantled his easily find it, thar behind the big rock." "And ye're madder nor a wet hen, because ye hev lost ther him, and he walked briskly away in the moonlight. He could see the big rock that Trapper Tom pointed out to were one." face, he stammered: Gordon took the jug in his hand and started for the spring. "And so you are not ah Indian after all? I-I was sure you "At last," he muttered, exultingly to himself. "At last I chance ter fill a redskin full of cold lead, eh?" Trapper Tom have a chance to catch a glimpse of the life I have always chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking with suppressed mer ri longed for. It was a kind fate that directed my footsteps in ment. ihe direction that led to Trapper Tom's camp. I like him, "Waal, I don t know as I kin blame ye, fur I'm sure thet I for he is a good, whole-souled fellow, artd I shall learn all would do ther very same thing over myself. But ye came about this wild free life while with tim." He found the spring, and filled his jug with the clear, sparkling water. Then he turned his footsteps in the direction of mighty nigh shootin' me, sonny." "I am sorry for that," Gordon answered. "But what was I to do? I was sure you were an and besides, you were dressed in war paint and feathers, which was enough io upset the camp. The moon was shining over the scene, and all ob jects were plainly discernible by her silvery light. anyone. I am glad you spoke, for in less than another moment "I wish I knew how Harry Reynolds was faring," he mur-I would have filled you with cold lead, as you express it. I mured, thoughtfully. "I llke him, and I only wish we could confess, however, that at first I was badly frightened." have remained together. Poor fellow! he was near being "Waal, I don't know who wouldn't be," Trapper Tom said lynched that night in Wichita, and but for brave Dollie Claybluntly "As old a 9ird as I am, and as much as I have seen ton I believe he would have been. She was the one who ther world, I'll bet my hair-thet is, what is left of it-would saved him, and--11 stand on end. Yer are a brick, som;1y, ye hev got ther true grit He came to his senses with a sudden start, his heart giving in ye, and I mean ter tell ther boys ter-night thet they mustn't .ii. greai leap of terror and dismay, for there before him in the play no more sich tricks on ye as they hev been fur moonlight was a huge savage, hideous in war paint and feath-ther last few days. Now, do ye think ye would be satisfied ter ers. He was staring 'straight at our hero, his glittering tcima-jine us and belong ter our gang?" hawlc clutched in one brawny hand, all ready to hurl at the "Would I?" Gordon echoed, his face flushing with pleasure boy's head. The moon revealed every line of his face, which and pride. "Indeed, I will be more than pleased to become seemed far more ferocious than any he had ever seen in pieone of your bral'e band, and I am glad I know that you want tures. No wonder he was unable to move hand or foot, but mt." stood rooted to the spot. "I know thar's good stuff in ye, sonny," the big trapper said, CHAPTER XIII. TRUE GRIT. slowly, laying one hand upqn the boy's shoulder, "and I'm very seldom mistaken in anyone. Ye show it in yer face, and in every move and action. Ther boys all like ye, even if they did make a bit of fun of ye in ther beginning. Come on, now, let's git home jest about as quick as we kin, for if some young feller like yerself should see me he'd do ther very same thing as ye intended ter do-fill me full of holes." So Trapper Tom started in the direction of the It would be false were I to say that our hero was not camp where the fires burned cheerily, laughing softly to him frightened, for he was. 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16 THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." moment he looked upon the lad, he had liked him, and he debest rifle shot in the party, and some of the men were inclined termined to prove his courage. He had done so to his satis.to be a triffe jealous. But he was so good-natured about every faction, and he had proved himself a hero. It is not necessary thing that they grew to be ashamed,' and admired him as much for me to add that the members of Trapper Tom's band had as did Trapper Tom, his loyal friend. Gordon was a great fa made the lad a butt of ridicule since he came to them. But vorite and made friends wherever he went. He had heard through it all he had taken it good-naturedly, and they respectonce or twice from Harry Reynolds, who was at home with ed him all the more for it. his aged mother, making the last days of her life happy by his When they reached the camp where the rest eagerly awaited presence, and also very comfortable by the money which the them, the trapper stood for a moment silent, then, raising miners and cowboys had given him the night he was saved his powerful voice, he said slowly: from being lynched. "Boys, ye are all fooled, every durned one of ye. The kid is all right; he's made of good stuff, and I'm mighty proud of him. He's young, but I'll bet my gun and saddle thet in less than ten years from now ther name of Gordon Lillie will be known all over the world, and all through America it will be a byword-yes, and in Europe, too He ain't made of no common, everyday stuff, this kid hain't, and ye kin jest take my word fur it. He's goin' ter jine us this very night, and I do,n't want ter hear of any more monkey shines bein' cut up on him. CHAPTER XIV. LOST IN THE STORM. Thus was Gordon Lillie initiated as one of Trapper Tom's He was goin' ter shoot me quicker nor ye could wink an eye, band. And he never forgot the great pomp and ceremony when he thought I was a cussed Injun, but I spoke ter him which the occasion called for. In fact, he was never able to jest in time. If I hed waited a minute longer he would hev think of it without laughing heartily. The sight of the trapput a hole in me thet ye could see daylight through. I suppers and hunters trying to appear grave and dignified was too posed, of course, thet he would turn white 'bout ther gills and much for him, and how he ever managed to control himself he flop, but durn my boots, he's as game as a fightin' cock. I was never able to tell. Yet he dared not laugh outright, for never seed ther likes of it in all my life." he feared to otTend the rude, yet honest fellows. He was so Having delivered himself of this rather long-winded speech, keen, so qulckwitted, that he could not fail to see the ridiculTrapper Tom proceeded to divest himself bf his warrior make-ous side of everything. up, chuckling all the while to himself. As to our hero, it must Three months passed away, and no one seeing him would be confessed that he was somewhat disappointed ,in not being have dreamed that he was the same slender delicate-looking able to say that he had killed an Indian-for what boy of six-youth who had graduated from high school only to run away teen does not yearn to cover himself with glory in the Far the very moment he was free. He had grown larger, his form West? And lie was so sure that the opportunity had arrived, was more fully developed, and his rather pale complexion was too; yet at the same time he silently thanked Heaven that he now a ruddy, glowing color, made so by his active outdoor had not shot his kind-hearted friend, the trapper. life. His own mother would scarcely have recognized him, and You may be sure there were no more jokes played on him the men used to say among themselves that it did not seem after that night's episode. He remained with the party, movpossible that he was the same "tenderfoot, whose advent had ing about from place to place, and he enjoyed the free, wild been made but three short months bliJfore. Sometimes he life even more than he anticipated. In the meantime he wrote could not realize it himself. home to his mother from the nearest town, which they visited One dreary, cloudy day in February, he stood looking up once during the trapping and hunting expedition for the pur-at the uvercast sky wondering what the weather would be, pose of obtaining supplies, also more traps and ammunition. whetller the storm would pass on or break over them, Trap He did not like to think of her as g;rieving over his absence, per Tom came up to him, an anxious expression upon his face, and he was too honorable to keep her longer in suspense So a moody look in his eyes. she was greatly relieved when she read her boy's letter and "I don't R:now what ter do," he said, slowly, thrusting his knew he was safe. hands through tis belt, looking up into the air, aimlessly, It was a strange, delightful experience to Gordon. Up at and giving the logs a kick with his foot. "Them there pelts break of day, inhaling the clear, crisp air in his lungs, a hearty and hides ought ter go to ther agency right away. They're breakfast, that tasted to him better than anything he ever had expectin' 'em, and not a durn'ed man wants ter go. Ter tell before. '!'hen away over the frozen ground, through the for-ther truth, thar ain't a one among ther hull crowd that I'd ests and over the black hills, the excitement at sighting larger send aside from Jim or Ike, and they're both laid up. Jim's game than usual, and the return to the camp at nightfall, finger is so bad that he swars he'll cut ther thing off if it where glowing fires and a savory supper awaited them. It was don't stop painin' him. I'm thinkin' he'll lose it anyway, and the kind of life that suited him exactly, and he soon grew Ike can't swaller a thing fur his throat bein' so all-fired sore. bronzed and strong like his hale comrades. I don't know what in thunder ter do, and I'm 'bout ready ter It was not long ere he became an expert at trapping, and a give up ther hull thing and quit." crack marksman. In fact, he soon had the name Of being tho Gordon was ,silent for a moment, his own face thoughtful and

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." 1?1 frave, then a sudden gleam flashed in his eyes, wbile ll.e said eagerly: "I'll go! I am not afraid to start out alone! I'll go this very day if you wish it." liked him, and wished him well, yet they were so used to grum bling at everything that they could not stop it now. When Gordon reached Camp Creek he decided to halt for the night and pitch his camp. There was a strong foreboding J Sonny, yer a brick if ever thar was one," the trapper exof a nor'wester, and he knew it was to be dreaded and avoidclaimed, clasping his hand and giving it a hearty shake. "I'm ed. Unpacking his animals, he made them comfortable for durned if ye hain't got more grit nor ther hull crowd put ter-the night, and then in the strong heat of the log fire he soon gether. But mebbe ye hed better wait awhile, fur it looks like grew drowsy. Piling on more fuel he rolled himself in his a storm.,,. blanket, and stretching out before the fire llalf sitting, half "No, I will go at once," Gordon answered, eager to be off. reclining, he dozed off. He dared not leave the warmth of the He was always ready for a adventure of any sort, and ruddy leaping flames, for he knew what it would mean. the idea pleased him far better than remaining i camp. "I When he awakened in the morning a cutting northerner was do not mind the storm, and I believe it will pass over without blowing which made the pack mules hover together in a bunch touching us at all. At any rate, the quicker I go the behind the bank whose shelter they would not leave even for I shall be able to return." food and water. He tried in vain to coax them, but they could "Right ye are, sonny, right ye are," the trapper replied, not be moved. He waited until noon, then i;;addi'ing he nodding his head, "and if ye want ter go, why, I hain't goin' started for the agency to get a number of articles he was in ter stop yer. We'll git things fixed up in shape fur ye so ye need of. When he left camp he hadn't figured upon being dekin go at once. I'm mighty glad ter git ther hides and pelts tained by a storni, and when he could not make the pack started fur market, I kin tell ye." mules move forward in their march he knew he would have In a short time Gordon was on his way to .the market, which to remain there until the worst part had passed. He rode on was at the Pawnee Agency. The trading store was run by until the middle of the afternoon when a blinding snowstorm I Thomas Barry, who was well known on the frontier. He sup-set in which shut off all landmarks, and he realized that he plied the Indians with their necessary outfits, as well as the could go no further. He dismounted, and the only match he white men. had in his possession went out when he attempted to build a "Now, sonny, don't ye stay no -longer nor ye hev ter," Trap-fire. His position was now most perilous, the thermometer per Tom called after him, as he started out from the camp. being twenty degrees below zero, and with neither food nor "Fur my terbaccer is nigh 'bout gone, and I can't live blankets, what to do he did not know, and in spite of his brave I hev it. I'd rather be without my feed than my terbaccer." heatt and courage, he was beginning to fear he would never "I will stay no longer than is absolutely necessary," Gordon again see his mother's kindly face, nor look upon his old home. "And I believe I can make the trip as well as any-It was not a pleasant position for a 1boy of sixteen to be placed body in camp." in, and for the first time in his life he really believed he stood "And I don't believe it-I know it, sonny," the trapper re-face to face with grim death. plied. "Waal, good-by, and good luck to ye." "Good-by," Gordon called back, as he rode away with his pack mules laden with dried hides and pelts. And then a thrill of joy shot through his breast, for he was going into a strange place, one he had never visited before, and who knew what might happen before he returned? Always eager for excitement, he hailed the change with deligllt. "I'm mighty glad ther kid's gone in my place," one of the men who was wounded said to his companion. "Then to my CHAPTER XV. THE MEETING 1 WITH JESSE JAMES. thinkin' we're goin' ter hev a storm, and a mighty ball one Poor Gordon gave himself up for lost, and his heart lay like at thet, and I'd ruther be here in camp beside a good fire lead within his breast. Let us not deem him unmanly, my out in the blizzard. It's goin' ter be a reg'lar norwester, dear young reader, if tears filled his eyes as he thought of and I'm glad I hain't got ter face it." home and mother-the dear, loving mother, the old home he "So am I," the other grunted, puffing away at his pipe, "and had left forever-and he dashed them away wondering if his let ther kid go if he wants ter. He's young and strong, and body would be found in the spring when the snow had melted., he kin stand it very well. He's got warmer blood in his veins Had he been surrounded by a band of hostile Indians he would nor we, and let him use them. I'd rather smoke my pipe and take my drop of grog by ther fire." "Me, too," the other chimed in. "Me, too. Waal, I hope thcr kid will reach ther agency all right. He's plucky, but he hain't exactly got over being green yet. But thar's no gittin' not have said a wor d, but alone, overpowered by nature, it was a different thing. He could protect himself against the arms with which man was provided, but nature, powerful, stern, relentless-ah, who could fight against her! "I suppose I may as well sit down and wait for the end to 'round it, he's good stuff in him." come," he said, somewhat bitterly. "I can do nothing at all, So those two worthies talked on and on, while Gordon was and I am only wasting my strength and time by rushing about on his way to the agency with his loaded pack-mules. They so madly not that time or strength will ever amount to any-

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18 THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." thing for me now," he added, with a sad smile. "For at the ut"But think of the life he has led," he went on. "You can't most they will be mine for only a few hours longer, aye, a few find no excuse for that, my boy. He's a bad man." moments if this storm keeps on increasing in its fJlry." "There may be circumstances in his life of which no one Each moment the storm grew fiercer, madder, and the terknows," Gordon replied very gravely. "And it is not fair to rilied horse hovered closer to his young r ider, seeming to feel judge a man until we know him. I have never Jesse the need of human The snow fell in huge flakes, and James, I never expect to, and I don't know as I want to, but I the keen wind sent them whirling through the icy air like do not believe he is one-half so black as he is painted. He has great feathers. "I can see just how it looks at home," he murmured sleep \ly, a drowsy feeling creeping over him, while the keen cold that had pierced him through and through gave place to a dedone a great many good deeds in his life." "And a great many bad ones, eh?" with a little short laugh. "Well, he'll get come up with some day, and don't you forget it. I ain't afraid to bet any amount of good money that he'll liclous warmth that ran throt1gh every vein like rare wine. swing yet." His head dropped forward upon his breast, and but for a "I'm very much afraid you would lose your money, then," sudden sound that aroused him with a start this story would Gordon answered, slowly, while the other smiled grimly. "For never have been written. There was a crackling of dead they will have a long and weary chase before they find Jesse boughs, and the half-frozen boy opened his eyes to see a stal-1 James. He's too cute for them all, and I hope he may elude wart fellow wrapped to the ears in buffalo skins. He was all the sheriffs in the country." standing close to him, looking at him as if he were a curi'You appear to be very friendly toward him," his ho!'t reosity. marked, watching him sharply as he spoke. "Why is it?" "I really cannot say why I admire him, for there are certainThe sight of a human being in the midst of the bllildiug ly traits in his-character which I do noL admire." Gordon re snowstorm had a magical effect upon Gordon, and he shook off the feeling of d1owsiness that was fast benumbing his every sense. "What are you doing here in this storm, boy?" the newcomer asked abruptly. "Don't you know any better than I to go to sleep? It's sure death." "I am lost, and I am nearly frozen to death besides," Gordon replied gratefully. "And but for your coming I should now be lying dead under the snow." "Well, and what are you going to do?" the stranger quesplied, frankly. "At the same time his good qualities overbalat least, they are equal to his bad ones. I wish, bowever, he would reform and lead a different life." "He hain't Tery likely to do that, my boy," was the answer given in a queer, low voice, "and you'll see in time that thY get him, and he'll swing. It's the way all such fellows end up their careers, even hundreds of ye'l.rs ago, and I don't know of anything that can stop them. Now, my boy, I suppose you are pretty well fagged out, eh? You had better turn in and get all the sleep you can. Your horse is comfortable, and it's tioned sharply. a mighty sight better than being out in the storm all night, "I would like to spend the night with you," said eh?" simply. "I don't know which way to go or what to do." "I don't know what I should have done but for you," Gor "Well, my boy, we don't run no boarding-house, but I hain't don said, giving him a grateful glance. "How can I ever going to see no one freeze while I can help it; follow me and I repay you for your kindness to rile this night?" will take you to where there is plenty of fire, grub, and goodHis host made no reply, and long after Gordon was sleeping will," he replied with a grim laugh. And without further he sat before the glowing embers, his head bowed, Jais chin words Gordon _gladly followed bis new friend, silently blessresting between his two palms. Then, as a deep sigh fell ing the fate that had sent him across bis pathway. from his lips, he arose and said something to himself in a Later, when he had enjoyed a comfortable supper, and was low voice. sitting before a glowing fire, in some way or other the converOur hero's slumbers were very peaceful that night, and when sation turned upon Jesse James, the notorious outlaw, whose be awakened in the m0rning he saw that the storm bad name was dreaded throughout the whole country. passed and the sun was shining brightly in the sky overhead. "And what is your opinion of this Jesse James, boy?" GorHis host was already up, and he half smiled as he saw the don's host asked of him. "Do you think be deserves banging, youth. as nearly every man and woman express themselves?" "Well, my boy, how did you sleep?" be 11$ked. "I suppose "No," Gordon returned promptly. "No, I do not, and I sinyou were not disturbed during the night by any sounds?" cerely hope that the day may never dawn when Jesse James "No, I heard nothing at all, for I was so tired that I never wi!I be caught and punished. The man has done wrong, we all knew a thing until daylight," the boy answered, somewhat know that, but his heart is not bad. He was never known to surprised at the question. "Thank goodness I can resume my steal from the poor. It is the rich who are his prey, not the journey now in safety." unfortunate ones, and I honor him for it." "There Is one thing I want you to do," the stranger said at A strange light shone in the stranger's eyes, a queer smile parting, when Gordon was put on the right trail at last, "and lurked about the corners of his mouth. "Do you mean that, boy?" "ll do." that is-don't tell anyone you spent the night." Gordon bowed his head, and his strange companion went on:

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'rHE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE .BILL." I "For It means that I would be hunted down again, driven outlaw who saved him from freezing to death in the bli n din g # from one end of tl\e country to the other. Here, they can't snowstorm so many years ago find me. I defy them, one and all, and if they come here I am The boy had no further difficulty in finding his train o f ready for them. My boy, you have spent the night in the compack mules. The animals were in the same spot where he had1 J pany of Jesse James." left them, and getting them in line, he started once more for the agency, which this time he succeeded in reaching safe ly. CHAPTER XVI. A FAIR BOBBER. He sold his pelts and hides, and buying what supplies he needed, gave his pack mules a day's rest, then he started for the camp again. He wouid not be able to make the without stopping on the way, and he pushed on for Camp Creek, preferring to spend the night there. After supper, which he skillfully prepared, he stretched him A gasp of astonishment broke Gordon s lips, and he self out before the fire, and resting his head upon his saddle, could only stand and stare at thE: spealrnr, unable to helieve looked into the ruddy flames that danced and :flickered mer-his own eyes. "You seem astonIShed, said Jesse James. r do not know what to think. "It is as I say, boy.'' rily, casting shadows over the scene. It was very pleasant there, the warmth was agreeable and soothing, and the restless movements of the pack mules as they crowded each other about saved him from that feeling of utter desolation and "You-you mean that you are Jesse James?" he asked, falloneliness that always overpowers one when alone at night. teringly. "I-I am--" He had not the faintest idea of danger, and he lay there think"There, there, my boy, there ain't no need for you to go ing of Jesse James, the outlaw, who had befriended him. on in that way," the outlaw said kindly, laying his hand And his thoughts were of a varied nature. upon the youth's shoulder. "I am Jesse James, and I ain't "I always knew he was not one-half so bad as they t:ied to going to hurt you. But remember, you're not to mention staymake out,'' he murmured dreamily, "and if he is ever in daning here all night. It would mean more trouble for me and ger of being captured, and I can save him, I will do it, though for others, too, for I hain't a man to be trifled with." he were an outlaw a hundred times over. He has a good "I am well aware of that,'' Gordon replied, "and you may heart, and who knows what sad secrets are locked away within depend upon it that I shall never mention being here. You it. But what would father and mother say if they knew I saved my life and I shall always remember it, and if the day had spent the night under his protection. They would be ever comes when you are in need of a friend\ you will find one ready to die with fright, for like all the rest of the pe o ple in in Gordon Lillie. I know I am only a boy, but sometimes a dull old Bloomington, they believe he is the most horrible boy can do more than a man." fiend in the world. Well, well, who would ever think he would The outlaw upon whose head a price was set grasped his be so kind to me! When I used to smuggle novels up to my hand warmly, while something bright glistened in his eyes--room to read after the others had gone to 'Sleep, little did I something that looked like tears-and he said somewhat husk-ever dream that I would soon be on the very spot where some ily: of Jesse James' worst deeds, were committed, and still less did "Do you mean all you say? 1 was a bit afraid to take yoti I ever expect to see him. Strange things happen in this in at first, but your face was honest and I believe you. Jesse world." James ain't so blaclc as he's painted, after all." He fell to thinking of Harry Reynolds and Dauntless Dollie, "I always said that," Gordon replied, emphatically, "and now the brave girl who had saved the unfortunate youth from being I know it. Anyway, i"am glad I know you, and I never forget lynched, and he smiled sleepily. a friend." "I am glad to hear you say that." "I mean it." "I would not be afraid to wager almost anything that in time she becomes his bride,'' he murmured. "For it was plain to be seen he was already smitten, and so was she, but she was too proud to own up to it. Poor girl! What an unhappy "I may need your help someday, my boy, who knows," the Outlaw Sal .d, slowly. "W 11 d b d d 1 1 t life she has led with her wretched drunken old father and e goo y, an goo uc { o you." that brute of a Joe Scott he is determined to make her marry. As Gordon rode away, his pulse all atingle, he turned once in If I were her I would run away-I would never stay there and the saddle to look backward and wave his hand to the solibe a slave for them." tary figure, standing like a statue upon the level prairie. He He did not know that she had already run away, and while always remembered him as he looked that morning, his strong thus pondering over the subject he dropped into a light lips trembling, his eyes overflowing with tears-he, the out-doze. law, the man whom the world looked upon as a demon in: Before doing so, however, he felt for the thick leathern belt human form, and he never saw him again, but to this day there about his waist under the buclcskin jacket he wore. is a warm corner in the famous scout's heii.rt for the branded That was the hiding-place where the money he had ob-

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20 THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." tained for the pelts was hidden, and satisfied that it was safe morQ that bitter, mocking laugh rang out upon the crisp night he sank into a peaceful slumber. air. And, boylike, he dreamed. "Why do you call me Dollie when you do not know me?" He was dreaming that he was once more lost in a blinding she a s ked in a half contemptuous manner. "Are you crazy? snow storm, b ,ut this time he was rescued by a difl'erent person, I never saw you before, and I am quite sure you never saw me. the figure of a female whose face was hidden by a bright red You cannot see me now, for my face is hidden by this mask. mask. He was sure that he had heard her voice at some time But all this is nonsense, and I am here for one purpose-to before in his life, but when or where he could not say, and she get the money you have with you. Now, are you going to would not remove the brilliant mask that hid her face from give it up peaceably, or are you going to cause trouble? Re-his sight, although he requested her to do so. member, the easiest way is the best, and I am desperate." Sudnenly he awakened with a start, feeling that he was no Gordon was silent for a moment, then looking straight at longer alone. There was that queer sensation that impresses her he said slowly: one with the idea that someone is near even though they cannot "Dollie-for you are Dollie Clayton in spite of all you may see them. And as he rubbed his eyes then pinched his to say-I am sorry to see you in this life. What has happened to see if he were waking or dreaming, he gave a start, for there change you so, Dollie? Nay, you need not turn away or in before him stood a slender, willowy figure, clad in black, a terrupt me, for I know you. There is no use in your deny broad-brimmed hat graced by a long, waving plume upon her ing your identity, Dollie." head, a mask of the same somber hue hiding her face. "Are you a madman or a fool?" she asked him scornfully. To our hero's utter amazement he found himself looking into "Do you think you can-ah, I will not waste time with you the shining barrel of a revolver that was leveled at his longer," she suddenly added. "Give me the money you have breast. in your belt, or I'll--" "Hands up!" came in a low, yet clear, ringing tone of com"You will shoot me?" he asked, slowly, yet very calmly. mand from the strange girl or woman, whichever she was, for "No, Dollie, you will not, you could not, for it is not in your he could not tell, her face being hidden, but her figure heart to do so. You are not heartless enough for that. It you had the soft, graceful curves of youth, while her voice was will remove your mask and let me see your face, I will give fresh and musical. "Hands up, my friend, I mean business, you the money I have in my possession, even though I am and I have no time to spare." mistaken in my opinion. I know you are Dollie Clayton just "What do you want?" Gordon asked, in amazement. "What as well as I know I am Gordon Lillie, and no power upon are you holding me up for? I am not a stage-coach nor a earth can change me." bank, and--" The fair robber paused a second. Then: He was interrupted by a low cry of astonishment that burst "Deliver to me the money and cease this nonsense," the fair from the fair robber's lips, and he gave another start, for it robber said, sternly. "You are wasting too much" valuable was the same voice he had heard in his dreams, and there time." was something familiar about it, too. She had made no sound until she saw his face plainly, a flickering flame of fire that arose making it very discernible. Then she caught her breath with a 'gas "No, I am not," Gordon answered, in a voice even sterner than her own. "But I am saving you from an awful crime, Dollie, and if it is in my power to save you from the life you have started to lead, I shall be glad." "You!" she panted. "You! Well, no matter!" with a forced, Sho laughed scornfully. reckless laug_h. "I came here for the money you have in that "My dear boy, for you are only a boy," she said slowly and belt your waist, and the very best thing for you to do emphatically, -"why will you keep this farce up longer? I is to hand it over and make no fuss about it. I mean business, want the money you have with you, and I am going to have it. and you are losing nothing. Trapper Tom is the loser, and Do you realize that you are lo sing time, and I patience? The he can well afford it." very best thing for you to do is-hand out the money. It Gordon knew that voice-aye, "Very well indeed, and like a will save you a great deal of trouble and me some cold flash he sprang to his feet, regardless of the revolver pointed lead." at his head. "Dollie!" he cried. "Oh, Dollje! Is it really you? And have you come to this? My poor girl, can it be true?. You, Daunt less Dollie, a highway robber-a thief!" CHAPTER XVII. DAUNTLESS DOLLIE IN A NEW ROLE. "Do you mean that?" "I do." "Would you shoot me, Dollie?" he asked, reproachfully. "Murder me in cold blood? Ah I never thought that you, Dollie Clayton, the bravest, truest girl in Wichita, would s toop to that. You were known as Dauntless Dollie, and the title suited you right well, and now, ah, I do not like to think of it." "Will you kindly stop this nonsense and deliver to me what I ask for?" she demanded impatiently. "I am altogether too At those words something like a shudder passed over tbe 1 polite for a highway robber, and I can see my mistake is in 1tirl's form, and she did not answer for a moment; then once being too easy with you."

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'/ THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." "Your mistake is in leading the life you have entered upon,'' bear it any longer, she had fled from her home rather than Gordon said solemnly. "That is your mistake, D'ollie." suffer the abuse and ill-treatment she was forced to up "Now, once and for all, will you give up the money peacewith. ably, or must I force you to it?" she asked angrily. "I do not wish to injure you, Gordon Lillie, but--" "Ah, you do )mow my name, then?" he interrupted, with a little, triumphant laugh. "You do !mow my name (in spite of it all? And you are really Dollie Clayton? You might as Of her wanderings from place to place, her despair at not being able to make an honest living, and then of how she had decided that lf she could not make an honest living, she would make a dishonest one . All this he listened to with a grave, pale face, and when well admit it first as last. I km>w you, and you cannot hope to she finished, he said slowly: deceive me." "There is no need for you to be dishonest, Dollie. You know "I am out of patience with you," she retorted, coming closer that Harry Reynolds loves you,. that he in time to mafrn to him and holding the barrel of her revolver unpleasantly you his wife, and I want to see you leading a different life, close to his head, "and I'll give you just five minutes in which Dollie. Here is money. Take it, go to some town where you to make up your mind. I'll wait no longer, either. At the will find the way of making an honest living open to you, and expiration of five minutes if you have not decided to give me when you are able to repay it, all well and good. No, I will the money I shall shoot!" "Why do you do this?" "I mean what I say." "Shoot away, ' he replied coolly. "I am not afraid, and--" "You mean to defy me, then, and say that you are not afraid of me?" she asked, in an anger stifled voice. "Well, then, you shall pay dearly for this.", "I do not mean to defy you at all," he answered gently. "But I meant to say that I was not afraid to that is all. If you wish to shoot me, I cannot prevent you, and you will have the crime to answer for. Ah well, it is the way cif the world, and we cannot change it. My last answer is final no I will not give up the money intrusted to l)ly c are. It is a sacred trust, and no power upon earth shall cause me to break it. You may shoot as quick as you like, Dollie, I shall" not ask you to show me any mercy, but if it were Harry Reynolds standing here would you send a leaden messenger of death through his not hear what you may have to say. Do as I bid you, for you surely cannot remain in camp with a lot of lawless men. Good by, and God bless you!" Little did he dream under what circumstances he would again meet her, and he stood watching her until she disap peared in the darknes s, the n he sat down before the fire again, where he remained for s ome time lost in deep thought. It is safe to s ay that s l u mb e r did not visit him that night, and he w a s glad when the morning dawned so that .he might I resume hi s journey to c amp CHAPT E R XVIII. heart. Nay, I am sure you would not." WHERE GORDON S AVES TRAPPER TOM'S LIFE. He saw the hand that clutched the revolver tremble vio-lently, and he knew his point was gained. With a sudden, He met with no further adventure s b e fore reaching the catlike movement he took a step forward, and seizing her by camp where Trapper Tom and his band w e re, but all the way the wrist, with a swift motion tore the mask from her face, and there before him stood Dauntless Dollie, the pride of Wichita. he could not banish the thought of the brave girl whom he had known and admired for her courage in Wichita. And the knowledge that she had turned highwayl)lan and He did not gloat over his discovery, but stood silent, his sad, robber hurt him. reproachful eyes fastened upon her f a ce One moment only He realized how the proud, impulsive nature had battled did she return that kindly look with a defiant expres s ion upon between righ t and wrong, and how, at last, driven to despera. her face, then Ehe burst into a passion of tears, her trembling tion, she had yieided to wrong. hands seeking to hide from his sight her remorseless face. "But she is on the right road now," he murmured, as he rodo He drew her to him as a brother would a beloted sister, who slowly along, the reins lying loosely upon his horse's neck. was grieving sore, and pillowing her head upon his breast he "And I know her well enough to believe she will never return tried in vain to soothe her. to her old life Poor girl! how I pity her. She is true and "Don't cry, Dollie," he whispered, bis tender hand patting noble, loyal to her friends, and this little episode in her car eer the soft cheek gently. "Don't cry, for it is all right. No one in will serve as a lesson. I wish she would meet Harry by chance all the wide world shall ever know what has taken place here now, and I know he would never let her get away from him to-night. I don't blame you, but whatever possessed you to again. I wonder how he is getting along now?" start in upon the life you are now leading. Tell me, Dollie, When he reached camp he found Trapper Tom anxiously it may relieve a P.art of the pain that is eating your heart awaiting him, and he greeted the boy with a warm handout." shake. Drying her tears the girl, for it was really Dollie Clayton, "I'm mighty glad ter see ye ba& ag'in, sonny," he said. commenced to tell him of her life since last they met. "Fur ever sence ye went away I've been sort -Of worried 'bout Of how her father had treated her until at last, unable to ye. Did ther storm overtake ye?"

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL.'' "Yes, I was caught in the snowstorm, but I was snugly she!He was silent during the evening, remammg by himself tered, and camP.ed for the night, so I did not mind," Gordon rewhile the others were singing and joking a.round the fire. plied, thinking it was best noL to mention the fact that he had And at last, when they were soundly sleeping, he sat like a passed the night with anyone, as it might give rise to suspicion statue in a darkened corner, his trusty rifle across his that would be the means of discovering the rendezvous of the knees. man who had befriended him, outlaw though he was. Trapper Tom, who was very weary from a long, hard day's waal, I'm mighty glad ter hear thet, the trapper respond-tramp, came to him, saying: ed, with a gratified shake of his grizzled head, and I'm glad, "If they do come fur ther money ter-night, thar won't be too, thet ye're here, fur as sure as yer name is Gordon Lillie, but a few of 'em fur ther varmints don't dream as how we're jest so sure thar's goin' be trouble onto em, and they'll never think of us flghtin' back. Thar's "Why, what do you mean?" the boy asked in surprise. whar we'll fool 'em, and give 'em ther dance of death. I didn't HThar's a band of hostile Injuns bout here, and they're on tell ther boys 'bout it, fur they're all tired out, too, and a Lher warpath in a sneakin' sort of way," Trapper Tom replied sudden alarm would wake.em up at once. I !mew me and you, in a low voice; '"and ther worst part of it all is that thar's a sonny, could fix 'em, and if we needed help we could yell to cussed white renegade at ther bottom of th er hull business. 'em. I'll stay up, too, and if ye git sleepy, ye kin take a snooze He's ther lobster as is raisin' ther row, and if we don't stop fur a jiffy while I keep watch." him he'll git every durned one round 'bout here so skeered that Gordon smiled to himself, :for he knew the trapper :was far they won't know what end their head is on." more likely to fall asleep than he was, and as hour after hour "Do 'YOU know his name?" Gordon asked. his pulses all passed by and not a sound disturbed the death-like dark sia-tingle at the mention of a horrible fight with Indians. "Have Jenee of the night, he saw Trapper Tom's head nod and finally you learned much about h .im?" r .est upon his breast, while his deep and heavy breathing an-"No, I don't know his name, but he's called Ugly Joe, benounced that he slept. cause he's got sich a tarnal bad temper and sich a humly Gordon kept the watch alone alter that. mug. They say he don't think no more of runnin' his knife The fires burned lower and lower, then flickered faintly, cast-through a man than 1 do of stickin' a b'ar." ing ghostly shadows over the scene. "Is that so?" The weary men slept, not dreaming of danger, and then the "Yes." boy's keen, quick ears detected the stealthy gliding footstep "I never heard of him. of someone near. "He's a bad one, and I hain't afeered of him face ter face, I The next moment a dark, shadowy form crept toward the but he's got a nasty trick of runnin' a blade between a man's old trapper, who still dozed peacefully before the fa.st-dying shoulder blades when he ain't lookin'. Give me a chance at fire. him, though, and I'll make him sick. They're all a-spyin' on It was the work of an instant for him to reach the uncon-our every move, and of course they know thet we've been scious sleeper's side; the glittering blade he clutched in one trappin' all ther season, and hev hed good luck. I'll bet a hand was raised above the helpless breast, and but ):or the dollar thet they know we've sold all ther hides and pelts, and brave boy who watched the murderer from a darkened corner, if they don't we'll be better off. But durn it, they'll manage honest old Traper Tom would never again see the sun rise in some way ter find it out at ther agency. We've got ter keep or set. our eyes open ter-night, I kin tell ye, sonny." But the keen-edged weapon was not buried in the kind man's "Well, we are the ones who can do it, and if we cannot then breast, for a rifle shot rang out upon the night air, and with we are a poor lot," Gordon responded, with a brisk, businessa wild yell of agony the murderer's hand dropped helplessly at like air that won the old trapper's heart completely. "For his side, his right wrist shattered by the leaden bullet. if such a man as this Ugly Joe knows we have a large amount As he turned and gave a bound into the outside darkness, a in our possession he "'._ill never stop at anything in order to sudden flash of firelight revealed the hideous face of Joe Scott, get it. Therefore we must watch all night. Here is the mon ey," unbuttoning the belt and handing it to him. "I forgot I that I had it with me on hearing the report that we are likely to be attacked. It will be safer with you. You will find it there-every dollar." \ now distorted with pain. The next moment he had vanished in the darkness beyond the camp. In less than five minutes every man was up and in pursuit of the would-be murderer, but they returned two hours later "I don't doubt it, sonny, and I hain't even gain' ter count it, without finding a solitary trace of him. fur I've got faith in ye, I kin tell ye thet. Here is a bit ter so Ugly Joe was none other than Joe Scott, the bully of pay ye fur hevin' ter sleep out in a snowbank all night long," Wichita. handing Gordon a handful of shining gold. "Ye're true blue, Trapper Tom never forgot how brave Gordon Lillie had my boy, true blue." saved his life, and all through life he never had a firmer, truer Thanking the good-hearted .man for his generous gift, Gorfriend than tha bluff, yet kind-hearted trapper who played a don turned -away, determinid that the camp should be well trick on him to test his courage, and he would not bear the gua.rded that Dight. thought of parting with him, yet he realized that the time was

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THE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." not far distant when he must do so, for he saw plainly that a jealous pang shooting through her bosom, for what mother the boy was destined to make his mark in the world. likes to learn that her boy, whom she clasped in her arm's, Thus I have given you, my dear young readers, the early and his baby lips lisped her name first of all, has given the days of the most famous scout, and when we again meet him it place she once fondly dreamed was her own to another? It is will be in the midst of different scenes and surroundings, the hardest blow of motherhood. where he has the opportunity to prove in a greater mQasure his He did not behold the tears in her eyes, but he heard courage and coolness when threatened by death and danger. the choked sob in her voice, as she asked in low, stifled CHAPTER XIX. A HAVEN OF REST. tones: "Oh, Harry, my boy, do you care more for her than you do for me, your mother who would die for you?" ) "No, mother, I do not love her better than I love you, but it is a different kind of love," he replied, stroking the bowed, gray head with loving hands. ''I love you and that love is holy, pure, serene, such as I would feel for one of God's blessed angels. But she, my peerless Dollie, ah, my life is incomplete without her." Before we part from our hero, however, we must follow each "Then her name is Dollie?" the mother said, half one of our favorite friends on their separate ways, for once one ously. "And she is the dearest thing in all the world to becomes attached to an indh'idual, whether real or ideal, as I you?" have said before, it is hard to part. "Not the dearest, but one of the dearest," he answered, with Strange, is it not, how we grow to care for the boys and gitls a smile. "For there are two whom I adore. My mother and who exist only in the beautiful realms of fancy? my beautiful, brave Dollie. Listen, mother, and I will tell you After Harry Reynolds returned home, for a time he was all about her.,, And there in the silver moonlight Harry Reynolds told his quite satisfied to care for the few acres of land, the little garden, and make his aged mother comfo11table, but he was not fond mother of the beautiful, brave young girl who had won the same youth who had gone forth from the modest roof, his his heart. heart filled to overflowing with hope for the future, his footsteps light and free from care. He kept nothing from her. There was a graveness about him which bis mother could He told her of her life from her earliest childhood, passed not understand-a shadow upon his brow which she had never in the midst of people who could not, who never would understand her. seen there before-and she longed to speak to him, but some-thing kept her silent. He kept nothing back, and when the mother learned how Try as she would, she could not speak. the fearless girl had saved her boy from the angry mob in One bright evening she found him sitting alone, gazing wist-Wichita, she clasped her trembling. arms about his neck, whif' fully out into the silent moonlight that flooded the world with pering: glory, his head resting upon one band. ''Go and find her, my boy. Bring her home with you, and I He did not hear her approach, and the first he realized that will welcome her, and give her ::i. mother's love. The one to h Was h f lt h tl h d 1 'd 1 1 h' whom my boy has given his heart shall find his mother's ht:art s e near e e er gen e an a.i ovmg y upon is brow. "What troubles you, my son?" she asked, in that same mild, sweet voice, the first he remembered having heard upon earth, as she taught him to kneel at her knee and lisp his evening prayer. "Tell yom mother, my boy, what it is that troubles you. For whom can you trust more than you can her? Who loves you more tha_n she does?" One moment only was the yonng man silent, and then he t.nrned and looked at her, while his heart grew tender. Ah, how dear she was to him, how he loved the gray hairs, the kindly face with its lines and wrinkles, .1tnd yet as he gazed also belongs to her. It hurt me a little at first, Harry, to think that another had filled the place so long my own, but I am con tent. I must not be so selfish. I forgetting myself." "You selfish little mother," the young man replied, drawing her closer to him. "You! Ah, you would sacrifice anything in this world to make someone else happy. But you will love Dollie, mother-you cannot he!p itJ and how she will love you, poor little girl, for she never knew a mother's love." Thus it came to pass that ere many days had passed Harry at her through a mist of tears, another face arose before him Reynolds left his old home to go in search of the girl he loved. -a beautiful, proud face with tremulous, red lips and dark eyes dim with tears, the face of Dollie Clayton-and he He knew it would be some time ere he returned, and he did ,. put his arm caressingly about his mother's shoulders. not wonder at the tears which filled his mother's faded eyes "I cannot say who loves me any better than you do, moth-when he left her. er," he said, slowly. "But there is one in this world whom I He was determined, however, to find her before he looked love. Ay, mother, love her far better than my own life." upon his home and his mother's face again. "Better than you love me, my son?" the fond mother asked, That mother's blessing followed him as he went

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'l'HE BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." narrow, winding walk, and when he paused at the gate and door of the hotel, nor could they hear the low chuckle of looked back, he saw her standing there, her face wet with fiendish delight that burst from Joe Scott's lips, for he was tears. the spy, Alas! how little he knew what awaited him, and how dif"So ye'll steal my gal, will ye, young feller?" he muttered. ferent life wouid be than what he imagined. "Not if Joseph lmows it, and ye'll wish ye hed never bei;n How little he knew of the bitter disapointments that would born if I ever meet yer!" be his in the distant future. All unconsciom. of the scheme the big bully was planning, He went straight to Wichita, hoping to find her there, but the young lllan slept soundiy that night, and with light spirits upon his arrival he learned that she had been gone a long started the following morning to see Dollie. time. To his amazement she was not there, and he could find no No o:p.e had any idea of her whereabouts, and he did not trace of her. remain long in the town. At first he could not believe his own eyes, but gradually the Joe Scott had also disappeared, and Sam Clayton still lived truth dawned upon him. alone in the humble cabin that had been Da1mtless Dollie's home. It must have been the hand of fate that sent him to a small She was gone; she did not want to see him, she was simply deceiving him; and with Ms heart burning with anger he once more turned his face homeward, not knowing that poor Dollie Western city one stormy night, for, as he was walking lmrwas in 1he hands of her enemy, Joe Scott. riedly to his room in the hotel where he was stopping, a wo-man's plaintive voice suddenly said: I "Foi:_ the love of Heaven, sir, give me a few pennies to buy a loaf of bread. am starving to death in the midst of plenty!" That voice! CHAPTEa XX. Ah, how it thrilled him through and th1: ough in spite of the accent of despair in it! FATE. He knew it-he would know it, no matter where he heard il -and with an of surprise, mingled with joy, he It. is so easy to misjudge those who are nearest and dearest turned to the speaker. I to us, and when Harry Reynolds once made up his mind "Dollie!" he cried. "Oh, Dollie, have I found you at last?". that Dollie Clayton was fickle and unworthy, he returned The light from the street' lamp shining over the girl's face hoILe, and in a stern, calm voice, requested his mother not to revealed a hot flush of shame, and she shrank back, trying to speak of her again. hide herself from his searching eyes. From that hour out her name was never mentioned between "I-I did not dream it was you," she murll?ured in deep conthem, and the young man remained quietly at home, caring fusion. "For had I known that you were the person I asked faithfully for his mother. for help, I would have died first." She only lived a few months after that, and as soon as the "And why should you not ask me before all others, Dolfuneral was over, he turned his baclt upon his home for the lie?" reproachfully. "Am I not your best, truest friend? I last time. have been searching for you for many weary days, and I have It had passed into the hands of a stranger, ;:ind his one desire found you at last. The very thougM of you being poor and in now was to meet Gordon Lillie, the brave boy to whom he had wat while I have plenty, makes me feel like a scoundrel. But taken such a fancy. you shall never want again, Dollie, for I am going tG take He did not know where to go, in fact, he had not the slightyou back home with me, no matter what you say, or how much est idea where his friend was, but he believed he would find you protest, you are going." Poor Dollie! She did not protest very strongly against going home with him somewhere in the West. Gordon meanwhile was with Trapper Tom and his band. They still continued their hunting and trapping, but each day him, for the haven of rest there offered was sweet indeed the old man's face grew gra.ver and sadder at the thought of after her roamings and sorrows. He told her of his mother, of the welcome she would give and the girl's face glowed with happiness. Then, after they had enjoyed a substantial supper at one of ( the small restaurants of which the town boasted, he escorted her to a hotel where she would be safe for the night, to start for home the day following. But neither of them could see the dark storm cloud hover ing above thdr heads just at that moment, when the future seemed brightest. did they see the figure that followed them to the very parting with his favorite. More than once Gordon found him sitting in deep silence be fore the fire, his head bowed, his face resting between his two toil-hardened hands, and there was a suspicious dim ness in his keen eyes that looked as if tears were not far be hind. "Durn it, but I can't bear ther thought of parting with ther, kid," he would say again and again. "Seems as if he belong ed ter me, and I'll blubber like ther old fool I am when I do see him goin'. I wish ter goodness I'd never sot eyes on him,, and then I wouldn't feel so mighty mean about it. Waal, it's

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THE. BOYHOOD DAYS OF "PAWNEE BILL." 25 ther way of ther world. Ye always have wilat ye don't want, chanced to know him, and the im1ression once formed of his and want what yer can't hev. But I'm blasted if I ever true worth and character was only strengthened as time p ass -thought I'd be sich a tarnal fool as I be.'' ed. Gordon was beginning to get restless and uneasy, and while That jouri;iey to the new life was never forgotten by either he was fond of the wild, free life he led with Trapper Tom's the boy or his comr!ldes. band, yet he felt that there was something more for him in the In spite of the sadness arising from the parting was a world, and he was ambitious. pleasant time. Youth is ever ambitious, sometimes too much so, but it did At night they sat around the cheerful campfires telling not prove to be the case with our hero, as our future stories s tories for hours, and early the next morning they resumed will show. their journey. He had decided to leave his good friend and seek his for-It was a jolly, free life with no care, and to the trappers it tune in other parts. was a sort of vacation, a rest from their daily labor The sturdy trapper's voice trembled when he bade him go One night every member of the band had rolled themselves and better his lot, and when he was alone that night he sob-in their blankets and were soundly sleeping, leaving Trapper bed like a little child. Tom and Gordon sitting before the fire, whose leaping flames "Durn it, I feel like I was goin' ter ther funeral of some-had settle4 down to a mass of glowing coals. body," he said, half ashamed of his own weakness. "But it's The men all saw how fond the old man was of the boy, fur ther boy's own good, and I'm a cussed old fool ter be snif-and they were discreet enough to retire early and give him fl.in' like a ten-year-old." a chanr,e of being alone with him. The next day was the one on which Gordon was to go away, The boy watched him as he sat gazing thoughtfully into tho and the entire band intended to escort him t the distant coals, puffing away in silence at his pipe, and just as he turned town for which he was bound. to say something to him. a woman's shrili shriek' of terror rang They told him gravely that it would be a foolhardy thing for out upon the night air. a mere youth to attempt such a journey on foot across a wild, That cry of alarm had an effect that was like magic up o n unbroken country, beset oii all sides by perils and dangers both every man there. from the Indians and the white renegades, with which it was They sprang to their feet, and with rifles tightly grasped in thickly peopled. their hands, listened. At first he laughed at them, saying he could take care of Then with a motion of the hand that meant silence the trap-himself, and then afler a second thought he decided that they per ran lightly up a hill that lay before them. knew best, for they were older and wiser-they had more exReaching the top, he dropped upon his hands and kne es, perience--while he was a mere boy. crawling forward to look down into the valley on the other As far as fear was concerned, he did not know the meaning side. o! the word. What he saw there fired his blood, and his men who wer e Trapper Tom shook his head dubiously when Gordon made eagerly awaiting his signal to join him, rushed to his rescue light of the rnatter. the minute he turned around and waved his hand. "Ye needn't laugh, my boy," he said, slowly, "for I'll When they camped there for lhe night, they had carefully ye ll be mighty glad ter hev us with ye 'fore ye reach tiler scouted about in every direction, but there was not a living town. There hain't no sidewalk<; between here and thar, or soul to be seen anywhere. Irners either, but thar's more durned Injuns hidin' in ther grass. Now, before them in the valley, they saw a single, white-and more renegades than ye kin knock out of a cocked hat, covered wagon, an<;J. the fire had blazed up revealed the and they're ther very devils whea they get hold of anybody! dusky figures of a number of Indian s and renegades, in I'll bet a dollar thel pizen face thel tried ter cut ruy o waller the grasp of two brawny savages, a slight figure struggled, ther other night is with em, and he'll be sure ter know ye. shriek after shriek filling the night with echoes of terror. Di.n:n his ugly mug, :myway, but I'd like ter lick ther stuffiu' Like a flash Traper To:n and his brave band were upon outer him! But come along; thar's no time ter be lost, and ihem, and in less time than it takes me to write it, the rene we've got ter git a move on us. I know yer made of as good gades and their red allies were put to flight. stuff as kin be found, but thet hain't it. Let a hundred red They did not dream of anyone being near, and they had be devils, all yellin' and screechin', git one man, and I lieved the occupants of the wagon would be entirely at their don't give a cuss if he's as brave as a lion, he'll be sure ter git mercy. his head in such a durned whirl thet he can't shoot ter hit any-When the enemy had disappeared, and quiet was once more thing! I restored, Tra'1;ler Tom learned that they were people of So off they started, Traper Tom and his band, all anxious to wealth, travE:tling for pleasure, and for the health of one of escort the youth on his way to begin a new career, all eager their party, the aunt of the beautiful dark-eyed maiden they and hopeful for that future. had seen in the hands of the savages. He was liked by every man, and they felt a keen interest in She spoke of a dreadful looking white man, whose face was his welfare. so hideously ugly that it frightened her. Our hero was fortunate in making friends with everyone who "It was thet ugly mug thet tried ter knife me, I'll be t, t

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THE BOYHOOD DA Y S OF "PAWNEE BILL." Trapper Tom exclaimed. "But it seems ter me that it's Tourgenieff, the Russian writer, says: "I returned home mighty resky ter be travelin' about in a wagon in these parts from the chase and wandered through an alley in my garden. My dog bounded before me. Suddenly he checked himself and and with sich a small party. Didn't I tell ye, sonny, thet ye'd moved forward cautiously, as if he scented game. I glanced be durned glad ter hev Trapper Tom along with ye?" grinning down the alley, and perceived a young sparrow with a yellow slyly as he saw Gordon gazing intently at the fair maiden who beak and down upon its head. It had fallen out of the nest seemed to be equally interested in him also. (the wind was shaking the beeches in the alley violently), and The youth's handsome face flushed and he turned away. lay motionless and helpless on the grounrl, with its little un" fledged wings outstretched. The dog approached it softly, Those dark eyes had gone through his heart like a dart, and when suddenly an old sparrow with a black breast quitted a in a dim, vague way he realized that it was fate. neighboring tree, dropped like a stone right before the dog's Life would never again be the same to him, though how little nose, and with ruffled plumage and chirping desperately and he dreamed of the years that would elapse ere he looked upon pitifully, sprang at the opening mouth. She had come to pro her again. tect her little one at the cost of her own life. Her little body He learned that her name was May, and that was all he trembled all over, her voice was hoarse, she was in agonyshe offered herself. The dog must have seemed a gigantic wanted to know. monster to her. But in spite of that, she had not remained safe Little he cared whether, it was Jones, Brown, or Smith, for in her lofty bough. The dog stood still, and turned away. It he had made up his mind that in the years to come she would seemed as though he also felt this power. I hastened to call bear the title of Mrs. Gordon Lillie; and he also resolved that him back, and went away with a feeling of respect. Yes, smile when the happy day Qawned she would be proud of it, for he not! I felt a respect for this heroic little bird and for the would be famous. depth of her maternal love Love, I reflected, is stronger than death and the fear of death; it is love that supports and ani Upon reaching his destination, the entire party separated, mates all." each going in different directions. Trapper Tom and his band went sadly back to their wild abode, and the fair May and her friends turned their faces homeward, leaving the youth standing alone in a strange town among strangers, but happy because of the dark eyes that had looked into his, the clinging clasp of the soft little hand that held his heart strings within her rosy fingers, and now, kind reader, we must leave him for a little while, for we shall meet him again in the midst of new and exciting scenes. THE END. "Read "THE YOUNG DESERTERS; or, THE MYSTERY OF RAMSEY ISLAND,'' by Capt. Thos.t H. Wilson, which will be the next number ( 556) of "fluck and Luck." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly except the following are in print: 1 to 5, 7, 8, 10 to 13, 15 to 18, 20, 22, 25, 29 to 31, 34 to 36, 39, 42, 43, 48 to 50, '54, 55, 57, 60, 64, 68, 69, 75, 81, 84 to 86, 89, 93, 94, 100, 109, 116, 119, 124 to 126 163 171, 179 to 181, 212, 265. If you cannot obtain the ones you want from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mall to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, New York, and you will receive the copies you order, by return mall. ''HAPPY DA VS'' The be.st illustrated weekly .story paper published ... ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY I PRICE 5 CENTS A NEW STbRY BEGINS EVERY WEEi' IN "HAPPY DAYS" "HAPPY DAYS" ls a large 16-page paper containing Interesting Stories, Poems, Sketches, Co):tlic Stories, Jokes, Answers to Correspondents, and many other bright features. Its Authors and have a national reputation. No amount of money Is spared to make this weekly the best published. Out Toda.7! Out To..clayI Standing by His Chum -OBThe Schoolboys of Richland Hall By Frank Forrest Begins in No. 746 of "HAPPY DAYS," issued January 15, 1909. Sale by di new1dealers, or sent to any address on receipt of price by Frank Publisher, 24 Union Square, N. Y.

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) PLUCK AND LUCK. 21 Pluck and L k I here slipped on a banana peel in front of my store. The salve UC I am dressing him with is my own invention, and is patented in Washington. It is certain to heal wounds, mosquito bites, NEW YORK, JANUARY 20, 1909. and remove freckles from the face. It's only 10 cents a bottle.' Many people patronized him, and I continued my walk. Re,--------------------------turning a little later, I found the drug store empty and quiet, Terms to Subscribers, Slnsrle Coplu ............................................ .. One Copy Three Months ................................. One Copy Six Months ................................... .. One Cop7 One \'ear .................................... .. Postage Free. How 'l'o SEND MONEY. .05 Cents .63 $1.25 2.50 At our risk send P. O. Money Order, Check, or Relrlstered Letter; remittances in any other way are at your risk. We accept Postage Stampe the same aa cash. When sending silver wrap the coin in a separate piece of paper to avoid cutting the envelope. Write 11our name and address plainl11. Address lette1s to Frank Tousey, Publisher, ::1-4 Union Sq., New York. THINGS OF INTEREST. The attention of L. T. Carleton, chairman of the Fish and Game Commission, Augusta, Me., has been called to a large steak-cod recently caught by Capt. Everett Ricker, and which contained in its stomach a live lobster, ten inches in length. Chairman Carleton, in company with a photographer, visited Portland, where the fish was on exhibition, and had several photographs made. "It is the most remarkable thing I ever heard of in the shape. of freaks," said Mr. Carleton. "From the condition of the cad's stomach, it was evident that the lobster had been swallowed when an infant, and had been years grow' ing to attain its present size." M. Bompard, a French musician, who for a wager has com posed the music to a song in ten minutes, is a formidable rival to H. Trotere, of whose feats of rapid composition some remarkable stories are told. His beautiful song, "Asthore," was, it is said, both written and composed within forty min-but on the sidewallr there again lay a banana peel. I again stooped to remove it, when suddenly I was accosted by the druggist, who yelled: 'What the deuce do you care if this peel lays here? Go about your own business.' OUR COMIC COLUMN. ======================'=============-Father-"Wny did you run away, Franz? Franz-Because mamma was so unkind. Father-That is no reason Do I run' away?" "How do you know he has a lot of money?" "He has gottell two automobiles." "That is merely a sign that he used to have a lot of money." Miss Knox-Your conversation, Mr. Ledden, reminds me of some champagne. Mr. Ledden-Ah! So sparkling as all that? Miss Knox-,-No; but it's extra dry. Towne--Do you believe in dreams? Browne--! used to, but I don t any more. Towne-Not as superstitious as you were, eh? Browne-Oh, it wasn't a question of superstition. I was in love with one once, and she jilted me. Miranda-I don't care if he does own a motor car and a' steam yacht, I won't marry him! Why, he's a regular fiat. Mrs. Matchmaker-Yes, dear, but fiats with all the modern improvements are very desirable. utes in Blanchard's restaurant; the famous melody of "In Old "I should like to know, Mr. W., why you are cross when I Madrid" was jotted down in a few minutes on a biscuit bag ask questions. Surely you don't think I have idle curiosity?" in a little public house in Rochester Row, into which the "Great Scott! No. Yours is the most perniciously active, composer rushed, on his way from the Aquarium, lest the air wide-awake, sleepless, energetic curiosity' it was ever my fate should escape him before he could reach home; "Go to Sea" to encounter." was composed, under similar conditions, in a West End music shop; and, crowning feat of all, it is actually said that Mr. Trotere composed "The Brow of the Hill," wrote a letter, and ran four hundred yards to catch the post, all inside of eight minutes. After this, one learns without surprise that Sir Reed-I see Edwin Anthony, in an article published in the Chess Player's Chronicle, computed approximately that the number of ways of playing only the first ten moves on each side is 159,518,829,100,544,000,000,000,000,000. Greene-That's Arthur Sullivan completed the overture to "Iolanthe" between a surprise to me. I've never tried more than 123,'517,289,444,9 p. m. and 7 o'cloclr the next morning, and that to "The Yeo961,000 of them. men of the Guard" within twelve hours. Jacob Riis, whose heart covers all suffering humanity, re"One day," says the writer, "as I was walking past a cercently engaged a pretty, soft-haired girl to work his typetain drug store, I saw a banana peel on the sidewalk. I threw writer. While her face was pretty, he also saw that it was it in a waste can, being connected with the Department of j pale, and his heart at once went out to her as a suffering being. Street Cleaning, and continued my walk. About half an After watching the girl for half an hour one day, he asked hour later, returning through the same street, I was consid-1 her, in a tone full of sympathy: "Don't you get awfully tired, erably surprised to find another banana peel in the same place, I sometimes, from that incessant click, click of the machine?" and on looking at it closer, I observed it was the same one "Yes, sir," replied the girl. "I do. It wears on the nerves; that I had removed but half an hour before. Again I picked dreadfully." "I thought so," said Mr. Riis, warming up, now up and depnsited it in the waste can. Passing the same that he had found a suffering soul. "Don't typewriters ever corner the next day, my attention was attracted to a crowd graduate from their work?" "They do," replied the girl, as a "' of people squeezing their way into the drug store. I elbowed happy light broke over her face. "And then what do they my way through, and got in just in time to witness the fol-turn their hands to?" asked the warm-hearted reformer. lowing scene: A badly bruised man was sitting on a chair, "Well," said the girl, as the prettiest pink blushes suffused her while a pharmacist was dressing the wounds, saying aloud as I cheeks, "they. generally marry their employers." Then Mr. he prepared to administer some salve: 'Gentlemen, this man Riis turned hurriedly to his work.

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28 PLUCK AND LUCK. I "BOYCOTTED." By D. W. STEVENS. among them, but none answered his "Top o' the marnin'," or his bows; only angry glances and frowning brows were turned toward him. They avoided him as if he were a leper. "See here, Denny," said Jerry, stopping on the road a man My duty not long since carried me over the water and led who had long been his neighbor, an old-time friend, and inme to Ireland, thrilled from one end to the other by a deep deed a crony. "See here, Denny, man, why don't you stop and feeling of hatred toward the large landed proprietors. take an old friend by the hand as you used to do? Here, shake It is not my intention to go into any learned disquisition I hands with me! on the p's and q's of the situation, but my observation sat-From his head to his feet a pair of scornful eyes surveyed isfied me that there is much to say on both side s, although, as the agent, and then Denny replied, in a cutting tone: is natural, my sympathies ran toward the popular side. "Shake hands with you? I'd rather shake hands with the In --I saw a !amily of eight huddled together in a little divil himself! Shake hands with you? Jerry McTeigue, I'd shanty, the children all but naked, and poverty their constant be roasted first! If you wasn't an Irishman like myself, I guest. could forgive you belike. But whin a man goes back on his The head of this family had a "holding" of a few acres, but own countrymen, he ain't fit to live. Shake hands with you? not anywhere near enough to support his family and pay the If I ever so far forget myself, may my good right hand wither heavy ground rent. and rot until the flesh falls from the bones!-may my eyes be He was to be sympathized with, for so hard put to it was struck with blindness!_:_may my tongue be torn out!-anlcl. the family that I was informed that they had none of them may I go limping through purgatory foriver! eaten a mouthful of meat in a year. The intense detestation visible in Denny's words and manOn the contrary, however, a little intelligent effort-which ner angered the agent, who, despite the despicable part he was ,they were free to make-would have made their home cleaner playing, was not devoid of a certain courage, which caused and more comfortable than it was. him to spring close to the man who had uttered this fearful The !'act of my being an American was an "open sesame" abjuration. for me, and the Irish people did not at all hesitate to take me "Denny, man, you'll regret ever having said those words to into their confidence, so satisfied are they that America and me, "shaking his finger in front of Dennys face. Americans are in sympathy with them; and they are not far "Take it down!" wrong. As he said this Denny knocked aside the threatening fort.I traveled over a good part of Ireland at the time, and in finger and spat at it contemptuously. one town was a witness to an affair of "Boycotting," which is, Jerry clenched his fists namely-leaving the "Boycotted" person entirely to his own "Ha!" snarled Denny, "do you show fight? Whoop! That resources; not speaking to, assisting, or being assisted by, the] suits me exactly. I've been waiting the chance to give ye a t obnoxious individual. good drubbing. Take that, ye spalpan
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PLUCK AND LUCK. 29 "A week. No, not a day; not an hour. I owe you a grudge, and t hal, Lrue to his word, he has returned the money I loaned l Denny, for what you said to me, and I mean to square it. I ll him. be oD'. for the papers at once. " Was there much excitement that day? he asked me on the The law allows three days, and promptly on their expiration occasion when he came to pay bacl' the money. Jerry McTeigue put in an appearance. "What day? One of Denny s children had suddenly fallen seriously ill, Wh y the day 1--" but this fact had no weight with Jerry, who proceeded to ruth-He pau s ed, and we looked fixedly at each other for several lessly hustle Denny s few poor things out of doors, together minutes. with the sick child. I am a detective, attached to the New Yor k force," I then The expo s ure, brief a s it was b efore she was taken into the s aid. hut of a kind-hearted neighbor, cau s ed the child s death. j He looked a little star tled a t firs t bu t soon an expression of Having heard of D enny's case I s ympathized with him, and confidence came into hi s f ace. paid him a visit to protfer some little assistance, and chanced "Bless you! he s aid, and extended hi s hand. to be in the hovel when the child died. Silently we shook hands, and s ilently parted. "This goes to the account of Jerry McTeigue," said Denny, his face expressing as much resentment as sorrow. Half an hour later I found him behind an outhouse, engaged in loading up an old-fashioned pistol. He had already got the charge of powder in, and was putting in a bit of the head part of a spike as a bullet, when I came I don t want t o see him again. You can guess why VICTORIA FALLS upon him. Oozing out of a black, boggy depression in the heart of He hastily concealed the weapon on seeing me, and a t once southern Africa is a sluggish muddy stream which wends its began talking of America. way southward, very leisurely at first, but grows rapidly in size "Can you loan me the money to go there?" he finally asked and strength until it pours into the Indian Ocean, 1,650 miles me. "I'll pay you back in good time." away, fourth in rank among the mighty rivers of Africa. About "I can, and will lend you the mone y I s aid. But, Denny, 700 miles from its source, and just beyond the cataracts of I hope you intend nobody any harm?" Mololo, the Zambesi, joined by the water of the Kwando river, He looked earnestly at me spreads out into what migh t be termed a lake about six miles "I'm no coward, nor a skulker, no r a n a ssass in. No man long and over a mile in width. This lake i s studded with can, and no man ever shall, say tha t I took any advantage of islands and the surface is very smooth, the vegetation along him." the banks being perf ectly mirrored in the placid water. With this reply I was forced t o be conte n t S t range to say, the low .er end of this lake is marked not bJ I Al.lout a. week later a wild rumor ran t h r ou g h t he whole a s hore line nor by the slightest narrowing of its surface, but county. 1 by an abrupt fall be s ide which our much-vaunted Niagara b Jerry McTeigue, the agent, had b een bo y cotted" to his a mere pigmy. It is an entire lalrn that takes the plunge, and death. not mer e ly a river. In company with many o thers I made my way t o the spot At Niagara the river takes a plunge of 168 feet, but the where the body of Jerry had been discover e d 1 j Zambesi sheer 400 feet. The crest of Victoria Falls The inhuman agent was stretched at full length on the e a r th, over a mile long-5,808 to be exact, whereas the Amen-! his face turned up to t he sky, a big, dark-red patch of coagucan Fall at Niagara measures but 1,060 feet, and the Horse lated blood on his forehead shoe Fall is only 1,230 feet across, or 3,010 feet a.s measured Near by him lay a r e volver, one barrel of which was disalong the curve. To be sure, in comparing Niagara with Viccharged. toria, it must be said in favor of the former that tire Horseshoe Some said it was a case of suicide, and I knew that if it was not, he had at least had a show for his life I did not wish to know too much, and turned away from the spot. I found, on returning, that Denny was gone, whither no one seemed to know. I said nothing, but instinctively I knew how the agent had met his death. But, after all, it was only surmise, and I did not actuall)'I wish to know anything, so I soon packed up my things and left the town. Going into Dublin by train I heard two gentlemen s peaking of affairs-of how alarming they were growing-in Ireland. "The fatal missile was dug out, and proved to be a bit o! spike." Immediately 011 hearing this I placed myself beyond of any further words between them. reach Fall presents an unbroken crest, while the edge of the Victoria is divided by numerous islands into stretches which nowhere exceed 600 feet. Fully as remarkable as the falls themselves is the peculiar formation of the chasm '1nto which the water pours. Facing the falls, and separated from them by a space of less than 300 feet in width, is a vertical wall of rock pre senting a barrier to the flow of water which is un'broken except for a gorge near the center a little over 300 feet wide. It seems as if this wall, which at one time undoubtedly formed the lower terminal of the lake, had been moved bodily back by some gian,t hand, leaving a deep, narrow fissure into which the waters of the lake fall. Since there is but one outlet from this fissure, and that only 300 feet wide, the depth of water in the gorge must be exceedingly great. The peculiar geological formation may be said to cause the lake or river to flow first on end over the falls, and then on edge through the gorge. Who it was that was ldlled by the bit of spike I ne ver Family Doctor-I should no longer conceal the truth from you, sir. You have only a few days to live. Mr. Levelhead B:new. , (weakly)-Then, doctor, I wish you would buy me a ticket Nor can I guess-perhaps because I don t wish to. to Europe and have me placed on board a steamer. "But you You, reader, may be able to connect the two circumstances, could not Jive to reach Europe." "I do not wish to. I want though I cannot. I to be buried at sea, so that my family will be saved the ruin-1'11 say no more, further than that Denny is in New York, ous expense of a funeral and have something left to live on."

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HOW TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS.-Containing owr together with descriptions of game and fish. one hundred highly amusing and instructive tricks with cbemicala. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully By A. Anderson. Handsom e ly illustrateJ. illustrated. Every boy should know how to row and sail a ooat. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over Full instructions are given in this little book, together with in of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also contain structions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. mg the secret of second sight Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSID.. No .. 70. HOW '.1'0 MA:KE MAG IO TOYS.-Containing full A complete treatise on the horse. De s cribing the most useful hors e s directions for makmg. Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. By for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipee for A. Anders<>n. Fully 1llusttat ed. diseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 73. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Sbowinc No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy many curious tricks with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. book for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes Anderson. Fully illustrated. t. and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully mustrated. .No. 7 5. HOW TO A CONJUROR. , Violin, ZithE!r, lEolian Harp, Xylo or the secret of palmistry. Also the s ecret of telling future events phone and other musical instruments; together with a brief deby aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. llhistra' ted. By A. Anderson. scription of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or ATHLETIC. modern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full inNo. ?9 . HOW TO MAKE A J!AN'.l'ERN.-C.ontaininc 11truction for the use of dumb bells, Indian clubs, paralle l bars, a description of the llll!tern, together with its history and mvention. horizontal bars and various oth e r m e thods of developing a good, Also full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely healthy muscle; containing over sixty illustra t ions. Every boy can illustrated. By John Allen. become strong and hea. ltby by following the instructions contained No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Contalninr in this little book. complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricb. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defense made easy. By A. Andersqn. Fully illustrated. Containing over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the differLETTER ent positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of u these useful and instructive books, as it will teach you how to box No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A most comwithout an instructor. plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letterv, No. 25. HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.-Containing full and wh e n to u s e them giving spe cimen l etters for young and old. lnstruct!ons all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. No. 12 .. HOW .TO WRl'l".l\1 LETTERS TO. LADIES.-Givinr Embracmg thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. complete mstr'!ctions wr1tmg letters to ladies on all subjects; A handy and useful book. also letters of mtroductlon, notes and requests. 34. HOW .ro FENCE.-Containing full instruction for No .. 2;4. HOW .TO. WRITE l!l!lTTERS TO GENTLEMEN.-fencmg and the use of the broadsword; also instruction in archery. I Conta!n.mg full directions for. wr1tmg. to gentlemen on all subjects; Described with twenty-One practical illustrations giving the best also g1vmg sample letters for mstruction. positions Qi fencing. A complete book. No. 53. HOW TO WRITEJ LETTERS.-A wonderful little book, telling you bow to write to your sweetheart, your fathj!I', TRICKS WITH CARDSmother, sister, brother, employer; ana, in fact, everybody and any No. 51. i!OW TO DO TRICKS WITH body you wish to write to. Eery '"Young man and evwr..v YOUDI explanations of &e general principles of sleight-of-band applicable lady in the land sbould have this book. to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requh. ing No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS lleirht-of-hand; of tricks involving sleight of-hand, or the use of taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any aubjd llllCiallJ prepared carchl. By :Professor Haffner. Illustrated. also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen Jetten:

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THE STAGE. No. 41. Tm!J BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE eooK.-Containing a graat variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little book. No. 42, THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER.Containing a varied assortment of stump speeches, Negro, Dutch end Irisl!I. Also end men's jokes. Just tbe thing for home amuse 111ent and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND BOOK.-Something new and very instructive. Every boy should obtain this book, as it contains full instructions for or pnizing an amatem minstrel troupe. No. 65. M ULDOON'S JOKES.-This is one of the most original joke books ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing com lete instructions how to make up for various characters on the 1tage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompter, Scenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager. No 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the latest jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular German comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No.16. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing full instructions for constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub lished. No. 30. HOW TO OOOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever published. It contains recipes for cooking meats, &eh, game, and oysters ; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular eookl. No. 37. HOW 'l'O KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for ever.ybody, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how to aake almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments, l>rallMts, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds. ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A de .1eription of the wonderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism ; ogether with full instructions for making Electric Toye, Batteries, tc. By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty il lustrations. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ElLEOTRICAL MACHINES.-Oon taining full directions for making electrical machines, induction c:oils, dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive nnd highly amusing electrical tricks, No. 31. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.-&ntalnlns r.. teen Illustrations, giving the different positions requisite to a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems fro91 a!l the popular !luthors of prose and poetry, arranged in the molt simple and concise manner possible. No. 49. ,HOW TO t1l!es for cond1.1cting d bates, outlines for. qu!!stions for discussion, and tbe b..a sources for 1Ilformat1on on the questions civa. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-The arts anC1 wiles of ftirtalton are fully by this little book. Besides the various methods of ha _i:-.dkerch1ef._ fan glove parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con tnlils a full hst of the language and sentiment of flowers which i9 in.teresting to everybody, both old and yo.11ng. You cannot be happJ without one. No. 4. H9W .'l'O DANCE is the title of a new and handsome .book JUSt issued py Tousey. It contain& full Instruc tions IIl the art of dancmg, etiquette in the ball-room and at partiee. how to dress, and full directions for calling off in all popular squue dances. No. HOW T<;> LOV:lp.-A guide to love, courtship !lnd g1vmg sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be ol;>served, with many curious and interesting things not ceg. erally known. No. li. HOW TO DRillSS.-Oontaining full instruction in the art of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving tbe selections of colors, material and hpw to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BEOOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the brightllst and most valuable little books ever given to the worl41. Elverybody wishes to know how to become beautiful, both male ancl female. The secret is simple, and allllost costless. Read thia booll and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. '{. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely llludrated ant containlilg full instructions for the management and training of tbe canary, mockingbird bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illu trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO MAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hinte on how to catch moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and blrdl. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. HarringtoD Keene. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountins and preserving birds, animals and insects. No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com as to the m.anner an.d method of raising, keepinr, tamlilg, breedlllg, and managlilg all klllds of pets; also giving full instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book of the kind evs published. MISCELLANEOUS. tocether with illustrations. By A. Anderson. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST.__..!: useful and b1o str1;1ctive b_ook, givi!Jg a compl!!te treatise O!J chemistry ; also e:s ENTERTAINMENT. per1ments IIl acoustics, mechamcs, mathematics, chemistry, and di rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thie No. 9. HOW TO BECOME A VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. Jtei-nedy. The secret given away. Every intelligent bo;v reading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of instructions, by a practical professor ( delightlilg multimaking .all kinds of candy ice-crea.n:!.t.. essences. etc. tudes every night with his wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84. HOW TO BEOOMEl .lll'I' AUTHOR.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding G,hoice of subjects, the use of words and the book 11ver published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manu s cript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general com very valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO :BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won money than any book published. derful book, containing useful and practical information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY GAMES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to every book. containing the rules and regulations of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com backgammon, croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all N9. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. No. 52. HOW TO PLAY CARDS.-A complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETElCTIVE.-By Old King Brady, book, itiving the rules and full directions for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuable llage, Casino, Forty-Five, Rounce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners and also relates some adventuree Auction Pitch, All Fours, and many other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known d e tectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLEJS.-Containing over three hunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain tired interesting puzzles and conundrums with key to same. A ing u se ful information regarding the Camera and how to work it; eomplete book. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. also how to make Photo g raphi c Magic Lantern Slides and other ETIQUETTE. Handsomely i.Jlustrated. By Captain W. Dew. No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF No. "'OW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY fl a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to know CADET.-.... '1taining full explanations how to gain admittance. all about. There's happiness in it. course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of Officers, Polt No. 33. HOW TO BEHA VE.-Containing the rules and etiquette Guard, Police Regulations Fire Department, and all a boy should .r good society and the easiest and most approved methods of apknow to be a Cadet. Compiled and written by Lu Senarens, author to good advantage at parties, balls, the theatre, church, and of "How to Become a Naval Cadet." atbe No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL ,CADET.-Complete In DECLAMATION. No. 27. HOW Tu RECITE AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS. -COntaining the most popular sele".!tions in use, comprising Dutch tla)ect, French dialect, Yanlcee and Irish dialect pieces, together structions of how to gain admission to the Annapolis Naval Academy. Also containing the course of instruction, descriptioe of grounds and buildings, historical sketch, and everytbinr a bof should know to become an officer in the United States Navy. &ID' piled and written by Lu Senarens, author of "How: to Become a West Point Military Cadet." lrltb standard readings. PRICE 10 Address FRANK CENTS EACH. OR 3 FOR 25 CENTS. I TOUSEY, Publisher, 24: Union Square, New Yorlr.

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