The broken pledge, or, Downward, step by step

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The broken pledge, or, Downward, step by step

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The broken pledge, or, Downward, step by step
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We'*ly-By Subscriptior> per year. Entered aa Su'1nd Cl.au Matter at tM New York Post Office, by Frank 7"ousey. No. 108. NEW YORK, JUNE 27, 1900. Price 5 Cents. Nettie led him before the pledge. "You have broken father's heart by what you have this night. Here, look at this. Read it, Willie Waterman, and blush for very shame. I I I j

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I THE BROKEN PLEDGE. "I am my son," was the feeb e reply, "but I am no better." "But you are no worse, father," said Willie, "and for that we ought to be thankful." "Yes," said Nettie. "I thank God every time I come in and find that you are no worse, father." "But I am helpless-tied down to this bed and not able to do a thing to help you all along." "Oh, that should not trouble you, father," said Nettie. "You don't know how happy we all are that we are able to work for you who have done so much for us." "But f want td help you all," protested the father. "We know that well enough, father," said "Willie; "but, as you can't, let us have the pleasure of working for you. You don't know how happy I feel when at my work I think of you and mother, and know that I will have wages coming to me at the end of the week that will enable me to buy medicine and food for both of you." "Let us thank God, John," said Mrs. Waterman, coming for ward and throwing her arms around hi...-Ileck, "tnat we have two such children whose work is a work of love." "Yes, indeed," said the father. I ought not to complain. I even try to be thankful." "Come, dears," said the mother. "Tea is ready," and she led the way to the table in the center of the room, on which was their frugal meal. Wiliie and Nettie sat down to the table with its snowy linen and bright cups and plates. Mrs. Waterman invoked a Divine blessing on all, and then Nettie carried the tea and toast which had been prepared for him to her father. It was a beautiful, home-like picture, humble though it was. What a pity such cannot be said of every home in the land! think you ought to stick a feather in my pledge up there, sis," said Willie, looking up at his pledge as it hung on the wall over the mantel. "Why, brother?" Nettie asked. "Because I was urged harder to-day to take a drink of wine than I ever was before." "Why, who urged you so hard?" "Can you guess?" "No; I am not good at guessing." "Well, it was Henry Pelham." Nettie almost sprang to her feet in her astonishment. "Did he ever ask you to drink with him before?" she asked. '"rwice be i ore, but each time I declined. I don't understand why he, a rich man, should want a poor young mechanic to drink with him." There was a very serious look on Nettie's face, which her mother did not fail to notice. "I don't understand it, either," said Nettie. "He has been trying to make love to me, but I would not listen to him. Yes terday he wanted to walk home with me, but I would not let him." "Pelham is a good sort of a fellow," remarked Willie, "and prid es himself on being a masher. Keep him at his distance, sis, and let him know that he can't mash you. You can do that without giving any very great offense." "I shall try not to give offense,." said, "for I don't wish to offend any one." 'l'he meal over, Nellie sat down by the bedside and read to her father till he fell asleep, whilst Willie went out for a stroll. CHAPTER II. THE OLD MESMERIST-WII.LIE WATERlIAN BREAKS HIS PLEDGE. A few days after the conversation recorded in the previous chapter Nellie was going home from the factory alone 1'li' her self. A couple of blocks from her humble quarters she was met by Henry Pelham, the junior partner and one of the owners of the mill. He tipped his hat and made a very profound bow. "You are going home all alone, Miss Nettie," he said. "So I am," she replied; "but I am not at all lonely," "I hope you are not so unkind as to refuse me the pleasure of accompanying you to your door?" "The unkindness is wholly on your part,'' said Nettie, '!for you will subJect me to a great deal of gossip and .uncompli mentary comments." With that Nettie bowed very respectfully and trippe\i on her way homeward. "That is very well, my proud beauty," said Pelham, gazing after the departing girl. "That kind of reasoning may be satisfactory to )'OU, but it its not to me. You haven't felt the pangs of poverty enough yet, but you will soon. I'll first turn my attention to that brother of yours, and when I have him in my power, you will be willing enough to listen to me then." With that the young man turned and walked down the mai n street of the village. On the way he met Willie Waterman and Ben Morgan. Hallo, boys!" he said; "where are you "I am going home to wash up and change my clothes," said Willia \ "Come down to the Village House after supper," said Pelham "There isa strange character stopping there, and he has enough eccentricity in him for a week's amusement. "All right," said Willie "I'll be around in about an hour." "So will I," said Ben. Later in the evening half a dozen young men assembled at the hotel, and were seated on the piazza, where Henry Pelham joined them. "Have you seen the old fellow yet?" he asked of Ben Morgan. "What old fellow?" Ben asked. "Why, the old man I was telling yo about. He is the best mesmerist I ever saw, and last night he had halr a dozen boys making fools of themselves in the barroom." "Now, that's something I would really like to see," said Willie. "What is the old man's name?" "He says that his name is Jones, but that when he was trav eling professionally years ago he was billed as 'Professor Jo hannes.' If you speak to him to-night you must be sure to call him 'Professor.' "He is a broken-down performer, then, I guess," said Willie. "I think so," replied P e lham. "He has a nose on him like a bolled lobster. So I think whisky has been his ruin. Ah, there he is now!" and the party of young men peered into the barroom of the village tavern at an old man who was smoking a pipe He was rather seedy-looking, and his face indicated a career of dissipation, yet there was an expression of conscious power about it which did not escape the notice of the young men. As they were gazing at him the stranger came out the piazza, when Pelham called out: "How are you, professor?" "I am all right," replied the professor. "How is it 1with you?" "I am in the same happy condition, thank you," Pelham re plied, offering the old man a chair. After some little further conversation the professor suddenly turned to Morgan and with a startling earnestness told him the chair he was sitting on was red-hot. Morgan bounded from the chair with a yell, rubbing the seat of his pants as though he had been pretty well blistered. The others of the party 15Urst into a roar of laughter, but Morgan stood still, glaring at the chair and rubbing himself. "It was pretty hot, wasn't it?" the professor asked. "Yes," rephed Ben; "it was r ed -hot." "Ob., that's too thin!" exclaimed Willie. "What's too thin?" the old professor asked. "Oh, all that chin-m)lsic about the hot chair.'' "Young man," said.the professor, sternly, "it isn't half as hot as the one you are sitting on." Willie gazed up at him in a dazed sort of way, but made no reply. Suddenly the professor exclaimed: "Your chair is red-hot and burning your clothes!" Willie sprang about five feet in the air and began rubbin'g himself vigorously, as if he believed his clothes were on fire The party roared with laughter. "Ah! it's hot, isn't it?" the professor asked Willie. "Yes, it is." "Feel of it and see if it is hot yet.'' Willie caught hold of the chair very tenderly, but let g o of it very quickly. "Hot, is it?" "Yes." "I say, professor ," said Pelham, "come in and let's have a drink, and make those two fellows come in with us." "All right," replied the old man, and then, turning to the t w o victims of mesmerism, he said to them: "You are very thirsty-come and have a drink.'' Ben and Willie hastened into the barroom with all the eag er ness of old topers. The professor called for whiskyfor himself and his tw o subjects, whilst the others took such drinks as they wanted. Mu c h to the surprise of several persons In the barroom, Willie Waterman stood up to the bar and drank a cop iou s draught of whisky. ..

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THE "Ah!" said Pelham, in an underto ne, as he put down his empty glass, "he's broken that pledge at last." A few minutes later Pelham sang out: "Let's have another drink!" 'Ba;Jds is willi.n,,' said the professor. "Who's 'Barkis ?' one of them as]{ed. "That's my name whenever anybody asksme to take a drink," the old man replied. A second drink was taken, and then Pelham called for more feats of mesmerism. The professor set Morgan to dancing and Willia to singing a song. Of course everybody passing within hearing came in to see what ;vas going on. Among the spectators were several members of the temper-ance society to which Willie belonged. They were shocked beyond measure at what they saw. One of them spoke to him but received no answer. "Professor," said Pelham, "break the spell on him and let us see what he will do." The professor caught him by the shoulder, shook him two or three times and called out: "All right-all right!" Willie stopped singing and gazed around him like one just awakening from a sound sleep. "How are you, Will, old boy?" said Pelham, grasping his hand and shaking it vigorously. "What do you think of mes merism now?" "Eh?" "What do you think of mesmerism now?" "I'm not mesmerized," said Willie. "Not now; but you have been,'' returned Pelham. "You've been drinking whisky and singing songs for us." Willie started as if' stung. He was half drunk, and quite conscious of it. His indignatiop at having been made to break his :pledge at a time when he was powerless to resist got the better of h im. { He rushed straight at the professor and dealt him a blow straight from the shoulder that sent him flying across the room, where he fell in a heap in the corner. I CHAPTER III. THE SCENE IN JOHN WATERMAN'S IIOME. "Jerusalem!" exclaimed Pelham, as he saw the old professor reeling across the room under the blow Willie had dealt him. Willie started to follow up the blow. Pelham sprang forward to prevent him. "And you, too, Henry Pelham!" exclaimed W illie, wheeling on Pelham and giving him a whack. "Make me drunk, will you?". The barkeeper sprang forward to prevent a fight and caught a blow on the eye that knocked him down. Willie had developed a wonderful amount of muscle while at work in the machine shop, more than he was aware of himself. Four of the spectators finally seized him and prevented him from doing any damage. He was unmistakably drunk and in an ugly humor. PLEDGE. :3 reaching the house Willie hesitated to go up the stairs that led to the two rooms where his parents and sister awaited his return. He knew they would be astonished at seeing him come in under the influence of drink. But he was in that desperate frame of mind when one sel dom cares for consequences. Up the stairs he went, stulUbling here an!there in the dark, an{!. muttering to himself all the way. When he opened the door he saw his mother and sister sit ting by the little table sewing. By the lamp stood a small teaurn in which was some fragrant tea, which they were in the habit of drinking before retiring. On the bed at the opposite side of the room reposed John Waterman, the father. Nettie and her mother looked up at him as he came in. His flushed face startled them, and both sprang to their feet. John Waterman iooked up at the flushed face of his only son and burst in to tears. "Why, what ails you all to-nig)lt?" Willie asked, in indignant surprise, as he looked around the room. "'Oh, my son! my son!" sobbed his mother. "Would to God I had died ere it came to this!" signed his father. "Oh, don't go to giving us a lecture now," said Willie. "I work hard for my money, and have a right to enjoy it in my own way." "Brother! brother!" cried Nettie, springing up and clutching him by the arm; "you are cruel-cruel as an Indian to talk that way to our dear father. Look at him. He ls as helpless as an infant. The hand of affiictlon has been laid heavily on him. How good and kind he has been to all of us. How he anticipated our every want and gave us everything we wished for. Oh, ca11 you give him a cross word or--" "I don't give him any cross words, sis," said Willie, doggedly. "Oh, but you have brol
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} 4 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. He was trying to recall the events of the previous evening. "I didn't mean to do it, mother," he finally said, "and I don't see why you should make such a fuss about a small matter like that." "Small matter!" gasped his mother. "Call it a 'small matter' for a mother to see her only boy come home drunk! Oh, Willie I would rather se you brought home in your coffin," an1d she burst into a fresh passionate fit of weeping. "I didn't do it of my own accord," he said, and then he to1d them what had occurred at the Village House when the old uummer mesmerist had him under mesmeric influence. "When I came to," he added, "I knocked the old rascal down, and then they put me out of the house." "Oh, a fighl in the barroom!" moaned Nettie, "and you a member of the Temperance Qlub! Oh, how can I stand tlle disgrace?" "Oh, pshaw!" exclaimed Willie, impatiently. "You make a great to-do about nothing!" '"Nothing!" exclaimed r-
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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 5 "Yes. I've got enough of them," replied Wilie, as he took another drink. "I knew you'd get enough of them after a while. You couldn't have any fun in that crowd." 1 Willie soon began to feel the effects of the liquor he had drank. He became lively aud sang songs, and made merry till the old Village House rang with the noise. It was at this time that the foreman of the shop in which Willie worked sent one of the men after him to come back to his job. The good-natured crowd caught the man and made him take several drinks, after which they sent him back reeling drunk. The foreman was mad as a He sent another man to bring him to the shop. The crowd served him the same way. "I'll go after him myself," he said, and he went. "Waterman!" he called out to Willie, "go to work at once or you'll lose your job!" 'fhe crowd yelled at him. "Come and have a drink," they called to him. "I don't drink," he replied. 'You bummers had better get to work and stop this kind of business. "Then we'll make you!" they cried, good-naturedly, making a rush / for him. The foreman was a stalwart fellow and very handy with his lists. He knocked four or five of them down, which brought on a free fight. The end of it was the foreman was carried home on a shut ter and Willie was discharged from his shop. When the mills closed for the day Nettie Waterman tripped along the street toward her humble home. On the way a smal1 boy told her what had happened. With a heavy heart she rau home to ask her mother if she had seen or heard of Willie since morning. "No," replied her mother, "he has not been here since he left without his breakfast this morning." Nettie almost sank through the floor with the heavy weight she felt on her heart. "I must go and find him, mother," she said, "for I fear that something has happened to him." Nettie immediately left the house and hastened to the Village House. She instinctively knew she would find him there. That was the drinking resort of Redfern. When she reached the place she sawabout a score of men in the barroom, at least half of whom were ilrunk. Pushing her way in, she saw Willie standing at the bar with a glass of liquor in his hand. Without a word :r;ettie walked up to her brother' s side and knocked the glass from his hand. Willie wheeled fiercely around to see who had struck his glass and found himself face to. face with his beautiful sister. "Nettie!" he gasped. "Yes, brother," she said; "I have come for you. We are waiting for you at home." Willie was almost sobered at seeing his sister in such a place. lier pale face and large lustrous eyes seemed to appeal to h is manhood as never before. But he was too much under the influence of drink to be con trolled by any one without difficulty. "Go home, sister," he said. "I'll (hie) come er long soon." "Come with me now, brother," she said, very calmly. "Father is very ill, and we are all waiting for you." ';Gimme (hie) anuzzer drink," said Willie, turning to the bar. "No; don't drink any more now, brother," she said. "Come on, now," and she took him by the arm to lead him out. Willie attempted to pull away from her, when Pelham caught him by the other arm and said: "Yes, WHl; let) go home. Come on now; you've had enough to-night." Still Willie wanted to stay, but Pelham firmly held on to him and marched him out of the house with Nettie on the other side of him. "Thank you, sir," said Nettie, in very freezing tones. "I think I can take him home by myself now." "Indeed you cannot,'' said Pelham. "He is obstinate and hard to manage. He struck the foreman of the shop to-day because he wanted him to go to work." "Would he not have gone to work if you had not met him, ;11:r. Pelham?" she asked. The question staggered the young mill and he stam-mered: "I-I-really-don't !mow. I didn't keep him from work, I am sure." "Mr. Pelham, you were the lilole cause of all this. You got him to drink, treated him several times, and now this is the result. May Gou forgive you, for I don't think I ever can ." "Mr. Pelham," said Nettie, very firmly, "you must not go have treated him in a party of other friends. Every gentle man does that, you know." "Gentleman! Do you call this the work of a gentleman?" "Whatcher talkin' (hie) about?" Willie asked. G imme er drink." "Come home now, brother," said Nettie, coaxingly. "Yes-you must go home, Viill," said Pelham. "You can't have any more liquor to-night," and being thus urged and pulled along, Willie no longer resisted. He permitted them to lead him to the door of the old tenement house in two rooms of whlch the watermans r esided. There Nettie turned to Pelham and said: "Again I thank you, sir. Dut I must beg of you not to again treat him to any kind of drink." "Yes-gimme er thic) drink," said Willie, who was in just the condition to feel the want of more stimulants. "No. You must go to your room, Will," said Pelham. "Come, let's go up, old fe llow ." "Mr. Pelham," said Nettie, very firmly, "you must not go up. I can take care of him now." "Indeed you cannot," he r eplied. "You will find him unruly." "Not as much so as you are," she said "Please leave him with me. I can take him up." "Anything to obl ige you," sai AND TUE FAMILY EVICTED. The scene that followed her return with Willie was enough to make a stoic weep. Mrs. Watreman gave a wild, despairing shriek and fell down on the carpetless floor almost l ifeless from grief and shame. John Waterman could do nothing but moan and sigh. As for Nettie, she was past crying now. She had lost an her girlish ways and thoughts now and all of a sudden she found herself a stern, self-sacr i ficing woman. The sooner she got him into his room and in h i s bed the better it would be for him as well as herself. She ran him into h is room and soon had him in bed. Then she returned to her mother, whom she found lying on the floor moaning like one from whom all hope had fled. "Mother! mother!" sbe said, as she lifted her par.ent from the floor and assisted her to her bed. "Don't take it so hard. I have muc h to tell you, but can't do it to-night." It was long after m idnight when Nettie reti red. She was waiting on her lather and mother. The terrible shock they had received had thrown them both into a fever. When she arose in the morning she found her mother too ill to rise. Herfather was worse and demanded a good deal of attention. ''Oh, heavens!" ejaculated Nettie, in dismay. "Mothe r is ill and I'll have to stay at home to take cate other and father!" She called Willie \o get up and g e t ready to go to work. Willie wokP up with the worst headache he ever had in his life. His h ead felt as if it had swelled to double its normal size, and throbbed so violently as to almost make him jump and shriek with eac h pulsation. Oh my head!" he groaned. "My head! My head!" "What's the matter, brother?" Nettie asked, looking into the room on hearing him groan ing. "Oh, my h ead will burst!" he groaned, sitting up in bed a n d holding h is head between his hands. "Let me make you some strong coffee," she said, "and it will make YO\l feel better. Dress yourself, and I'll have it ready for you by the tim e you come out. Mother is sick this morning, and I shall have to stay home to nurse h e r and father. You will have to put in all your time at the s hop for it may be that I can't go back to the mill this week at all." Willie paid but little attention to what she said, so great was

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6 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. the pain in his h e ad. He arose washed his fac e and bathed are a good workman. Come and have a drink. It will do you his head, groaning the while like one in mortal agony. good By the time he was dre ss e d N ettie h a d a cup o f hot, strong H e took a drink because he felt that he needed "bracing up" cot'J'ee r eady for him. He drank it qui c kly, burning hJ.s mouth under the d epressing circumstances. with the hot fluid. 'fwo or three drmks followed, which braced him up to su,c h It gave him some relief, and he prepared to leave the house au exten't that he independent, and said he didn't want to go to the shop to r esume work. any work in that shop any more. On the way, however, he met an a cquaintance, who called Whe n he went home in the evening Nettie saw that he had out: b ee n drinking again. She did not let her mother see him, "Hello, Will! How' s your head this riiorning?" but ran h i m into his room as softly as she could. H e r heart was too full for her to trust her voice. "Bursting!" said he. for But in a few minutes she whispered to "Have n t you h eard that the hair of the dog was good Oh, brother, why do Y u keep drinking? That's what has his b ite?" made poor mother so ill. 'fhe do ctor says it's worry, and noth "Y es; but I've got enough of the dog," replied Willie. ing else Mr. Ross was here to-day and said he can't wait "My son," said his frie nd, looking wisely at h im, "never relo nger than to-morrow for his rent.' fuse to take m e di cine whe n y ou are ill or in pam. You want "I can't pay it," said Willie, gloomily. ''I have been dis a drink of good whisky to c l ear your head, so you can go right charged from the shop and haven' t a cent left after paying to work. Come and hav e a drink with me." my fine." Willie hadn't a cent in his po cket. He had spent his last Nettie groaned and sank down on a chair almost in a fa.int. C'ent in paying his fine the day before and in buying drinks "Oh, what will become of us?" she moaned. at the Village House. God only knows," said Willie, in desperation, "Fate is He accepted the invitation and entered a saloon with his ao-ainst me. 1 have done no worse than others, an
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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. They loud in their denunciations of the man who could be so heartless as to put two old people, one long bed-ridden and the othe r quite ill, out on the street because one month's arrears was not paid. Mr. Sargent soon returned, accompanied by the o wner. Mr. Ross was a heartless, h2ughty s11rt or man, who believed that his presence would ba enough to cdwer young Waterman. "What do you mean, you young scamp, by striking Sargent?" he demanded of Willie. "What do you mean, you old skinfliuted scoundrel, in calling me a scamp?" demanded Willie, bristling up to him. "Just utter another uncivil word to me and I'll break every bone in your body!" Ross was dumbfotmded. A poor mechanic talk to 'him that way! rt was outrageous. "Where's the marshal Z" h e hoarsely demanded, looking around. "Buckle 'im yourself," said a DJlan in the crowd, which was now fast increasing. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," cried a woman in the crowd, "to put a couple of sick people out of doors that way." "Yes. Shame! shame!" cried another. "He's the meanest man in Redfern. He ought to be ridden out of town on a rail." "What's this I hear?" cried old Jack, the blacksmith, his way through the crowd to the side of Ross. "Have you put a sick man out because he owed a month's rent?" "Yes, I have," retorted Rof?s. "I canK furnish free quarters to every pauper in Redfern." / "Well, you are the meanest man that ever lived, Mr. Ross. You know who I am well enough-a poor workingman, but before I would do as mean a thing as that I'd lie down and die. The girl works, so does the boy. The parents are sick. You hear.d the boy wits discharged, and was afcaid you would not get paid. Bah! you are a contemptible specimen of mean ness. Here, girl, take this and get you other quarters. I've been where you are and know how to feel for you," and with that Uncle Jack thrust a twenty-dollar gold t.Jiece into Nettie's hand. "V.Thoop!" cried one of the workmen who saw the act. "Jack' s the man! Down with Sltinflint Ross!" "Yes--down with the olcl miser!" cried others, and in another minute the crowd was surging threateningly around him. "It's all right now," said Ro ss. '"l'hey can stay. 'l' hey have money enough to pay the rent." 'By the powers of goodness!" cried. old J11ck, "they shall not go back into that place. May those two rooms b!J forever ac cursed! May no tenant ever live in them again!" "Whoop! Hooray!" yelled the crowd, and some one knocked the agent down. Then followed a scene that beggared descrip tion. Seeing his agent knocked down, Ross started to run. He ran to the railroad and sprang into a car which was just moving out of the depot. The mob sent a shower of small stones after the train, and then in another minute he was out of their reach. Then they returned to the place of eviction and threatened to tear down the house. But a half dozen other poor families living in it saved it from the vengeance of the mob. Old Jack was the hero of the day. He had come to the relief of the family in the only practical way. "Uncle Jack," said Willie, grasping the old man's hand and wringing it cordially, "I don't know how to thank you!" "That's all right, Will, my boy," said old Jack. "Just get another roof over their heads as soon as you can. You don't want 'em lying out here any longer than you can help, you know." "Will you let me thank you, sir?" said Nettie, coming for ward and extending her to the old blacksmith. "I don't know your name, and---'' "Jack Murray, miss," said old Jack. "But f don't want any thanks for doing what is Tight." "But I do thank you, all the same, Mr. Murray," she said, tears in her eyes. "Well, call me Uncle Jack, and I'll be paid for all," the old man said. "Uncle. Jack-Uncle Jack," she said, repeating the n.ame twice, "God bless you for this!" '"Amen! and God bless us all," said old blacksmith, un covering his head and looking as solemn as one at a funeral. A man rushed up to Nettie and said: "Mr. Pelham says you can move into rooms in the house at the corner of Railr6ad street." Nettie looked distressed. "I don't want to go there," she said, turning to her brother. "We can find other roo.ms I think." "Yes," said one standing by, "I know where you can have three rooms which are better ihan the two you had, and cheaper." "In the olrl red house on the water froQ.t." "Oh, yes," Nettie. "I should like to go there." "I'll go an
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8 THE BROKEN PLEDGE Old Jack, with muscles hardened by long years of toil at the anvil, slung him around, wiped up the iloor with him, stood him on his head, and finally left him with his head in a spit toon. "Kick us again, please!" he said. The barkeeper pulled himself together and loolted around like o ne in a dream "Won't some of you bummers please kick me?" old Jack asked. "I haven't had a scrimmage since I was a bummer twenty years ago. This fellow can't give a mosquito employ ment two minutes." The crown stood around in dumbfounded amazement at the terrible energy of the old blacksmith, but not one offered to kick him. "Come on, Will," said Jack, taking Willie by the arm and leading him out of the place; "this is no place for you," and he l ed him out of the tavern and walked off down toward the water with him. "It's a shame that a man of his sense will act this way,'' commented the old man. "I'm going to sober him up and try to save him if 1 can. His old mother and father need his help. That brave sister can't carry all the load herself. The boss ought to take him back and give him all the work he can do." He kept him down on the river bank and made him lie down and go to sleep. / Two hours later one of the boys came down and said: "Nettie Waterman is up at the tavern looking for him.'' "Well, I've got him safe," he replied. "Lord! how my head hurts!" he groaned. ''It does, eh?" the old man said. Don t your heart ache any?" Willie recognized the voice of his old friend. "Is it you, J 'ack?" "Yes, it's me, Will, you young scamp,' replied the old man. Will made no further remark, but waited for the old man to begin. "I heard you were up at the tavern drunk again," Jack said, after a pause. "I went up there and brought you away to let you get sober before going home. Your sister has .been here looking at you lying there like a drunken hog. By the Lord Harry, Will Waterman! I'd like to give you about one hundred lashes with a rawhide on your naked back!" "I know I deserve them," said Willie. "Of course you do. You also know the law won't let me give1 you the thrashing. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Out of work, out of money, both parents down sick, you lie around barrooms drunk instead of trying to get work like an honest man." "I say, Jack, I'm not as bad as that!" "Yes, you are, and you know it," replied the old man. "But I don't mean to be." "Then you must be an idiot to do things you didn't intend to do." Willie was hushed up. He could not discuss the situation from that standpoint. But his head ached. "She's corning down here," said the boy. It almost jumped from his shoulders in its throbbing. Nettie soon came, having been told where she could find "Bathe your head good in the water there," said the old man. him. "I suppose you want some of the hair of the dog, but you won't Her face was pale and her eyes swollen from weeping. get it. I'm going to get you sober once more. Then I'll take "Is my brother here?" she asked. you home. If you ever get drunk again I'll see if I can't man"Yes; I heard he was drinking up at the tavern._ and went age to tie a stone to 'YOU and drop you out in the middle of the up there and brought him away. I'll take care of him, and he river." Hhall not have another drink." Willie bathed his face and head in the cooling waters of the "Oh-7 Mr. Murray," she moaned, "is there no way to save my Hudson and felt much better. brother?" "Now you.wan't a cup of good coffee and something to eat," "I hope so, miss," he replied. "I'll do what I can. He is a said Jack. "Come on I'll fix you up all right." good fellow, but seems to be pretty badly broken up." He took Jack to his old bachelor quarters and gave him a "Oh, I could stand it but for my poor father and mother. It hot supper, after which he made him go to bed to sleep till is killing them!" morning. "Yes, yes; I know," and lhe brave old man hastily brushed a tear from his eye. "But go back home and leave him with me. I won't let him have another drink, nor let him go home till he is as sober as I am "Oh, how can I ever forget your kindness?" she said. "Ev CHAPTER IX. TURNING THE rABLES erybody else asks him to drink, and that is the cause of his When Willie Waterman awoke the next morning he didn't ruin." have quite such a head on him as on the morning before. But "You s.ee, I have been through the fire myself, miss, he he was dry and thirsty, and it seem e d as if water would not said, "and know just it is. It was a long time ago, but I quench the fire that raged in his veins. have not forgotten it, nor will I ever forget it." Old Jack knew just how he felt, for he had been there him Nettie ga,_ve him her hand, saying sadly: self years ago. "It is a terrible grief to bear, but I will try to bear it for my "Take a cup of strong coffee," said the old man, "and you'll parents' sake." feel better." "Be brave and hopeful, and it may come out all right yet, Willie did so, and found the prescription a good one. fflid the old man. "Now, look here, Will," the old man said, "what are you going Nettie went away and old Jack gazed after her as long as she to do?" was in sight. "I am going to try to get work,',. replied Willie. "What a jewel she is," he said to himself, "and what a shame "Do you expect to .get it by getting drunk every day?" for her broth.er tt> give her such worry! I feel like trouncing "I am not going to drink any more." him. Both parents ill and no money in the house!" "That's what you said yesterday.'' By and by Willie woke up from his drunken sleep and glared Will was silent. around him. The shimmering stars overhead told him that he had been sleeping somewhere. The gentle murmuring of the water against the pebbly shore of the Hudson ga"Ve him his lo cation. Old Jack was sitting a little behind him on a stone. "You will keep on till your family go to the poorhouse and yourself roll in the gutter-unless you let up at once. I've been there, Will, and know all about it." "I shall not drink any more. I did not mean to v.lolate my pledge when I did. It was a mean trick plated on me by Henry Pelham and that old mesmerist, Jones-or i;'rofessor Johannes,

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 9 as he calls himself. He got me under mesmeric influence and made me several times of strong whisky." "Are you telling rue the truth, Will Waterman?" "Yes, the straight truth." "Well, don t go about that old tavern any more. That's the best way to keep out of the way of temptation." "I won't go there any more," said Willie. "Very good. Let's see if you can stick to that. If you keep straight you can get work in the shop again." "Are you sure of that?" '"Yes, I am." Willie went home looking all right. He went up to his father and said: "Don't.be worried, father; I am all right now." His father look ed up at him and aske d: "Have you got work?" "No, not yet; but Mr. Murray says he thinks I can go back into the shop." Then he went to his mother, and putting his arms around her neck, kissed her. She did not smell the fumes of liquor on his breath and her spirits rose accordingly. Then Nettie came in for an affectionate greeting. "Have you had breakfast'?" Nettie asked. "Yes-I stayed with Mr. Murray last night. He gave me a good breakfast this morning." "Did he say anything about seeing me last night?" "Yes. I know all. It's the last time, sister." Nettie burst into tears. "Will you keep away from Henry Pelham?" "Yes; if I can." "But you must, brother. That man has made up his mind to 'l;uin you. He caused you to break the pledge." Yes; I am satisfied of that now," said Willie. "The club meets to-night. Can you go with me there and sign the pledge again?" Willie looked blank for a minute or two and then shook his head. "No; I couldn't face them," he said. "I know it would be hard to do, but it might be better if you did it, though." You can meet him and mesmerize him again. Then the rest will be easy enough." The two men then wal*ed off toward the tavern. As they went past him .Tack saw one of the men was HenryPelham, and that the other was the old mesmerist, .Jones. "Oh, that is your game, is it?" he said to himself. "Well, it is none of my business, but I am going to keep up with it if I can. I don't know why you want to ruin him, H enry Pelham, but I'll try very hard to find out. Old Jack Murray isn't afraid of a dozen of your sort." He went up to the hotel and took a seat with those on the piazza. They recollected him as the man who had wiped up/the floor with the barkeeper the day before and wondered why he had come there so soon after that lively incident. "The old man is looking for another scrimmage," whispe red one of the party. "Let's get old Jone" s to mesmerize him," said one. "Yes, and get him drunk," suggested another. Henry Pelham entered into the plan, and in a little while.the game began. Several young fellows were soon under the in fluence of the wizard, and were going through all sorts of ab surdities for the amusement of the crowd. "Try Uncle Jack,"' said one of the party, and the. mesmerist began to try his powers on the blacksmith. Jack pretended to be mesmerized in a few minutes, when Pel ham exclaimed: "He's got him! Fill him full of whisky. I'll pay for it!" They moved into the barroom, and the old man went with them. "Here-drink this!" ordered the mesmerist, in very stern tones, giving him a glass half full of whisky. jack took the glass and emptied its contents in the mesmer est's face. Then he followed it up with a blow that laid him out at full length on the floor. "Look out!" cried the others, in alarm. "He is on the rampage! The old roesmerist tried to get up again, and was again knocked down. Twice more he essayed to rise and each time was laid out. Suddenly Henry Pelham came within reac h of the black"No. Dea c on Collins would never forgive me. back." I I won't go smith's arm and was instantly downed. "Then they will expel you at the meeting to-night," she said. "1 can't help that. If they had let me alone after my fall I would have been all right, but they run me almost crazy with their officious intermeddling." Nettie had another good cry, for she felt the disgrace keenly of having her brother expelled from the society. In the meantime Willie left the house again to go in search of work. He called on Jack Murray at noontime, when the bell rang out the dinner hour. "Come and see me to-morrow, Will," the blacksmith said, "and I may have some news for you." Willie went away and tried elsewhere. Failing to find work, he went back to help Nettie nurse her patients and to keep out of the way of temptation. That evening old Jack went up to the Village House to see what he could learn of the old mesmerist, Johannes. He was suspicious that the old chap was in some way responsible for Willie Waterman's broken pledge. He fell on top of Johannes, the old mesmerist. "Take him off! Take him oft'!" roared Jones, thinking the Llacksmith had ,thrown himself on him. Pelham scrambled to his f eet, only to be dorned aguin. Then the marshal came in to arrest him. "Keep away-keep away!" called out several. "He"s mesmerized." "Wait till I bring him out of the trance," said Jones, whose eyes were fast closing up. He lay on his back and yelled at the blacksmith: "All right! All righe You may go now!" Jack gave a sudden start and looked around, rubbing his eyes as if just awaking from a sound sleep. He saw Pelham and Jones scrambling to their feet and heard the crowd laughing. Then he turned on his heels and walked out of th'.l Village House as if ashamed of the company there. CHAPTER X. Just as he was turning the corner he heard two men talking in the dark. One said: THE OLD BLACKSMITH PLAYS A OAME. "Here's the money. I want you to make him drunk as a 1 The scene at the Village House after old Jack Murray left lord again the first chance you get. But keep quiet about it, was quite ludicrous. though." Pelham and the old mesmerist ga7.ed at each other with an "How can I get a chance at him?" the other asked. 1 expression on their faces that. caused the crowd to roar with "Oh, he is out of a job no"'. and will be walking the streets. merriment.

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.. I 10 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. Their eyes were blackened and blood streamed from their j noses. 'See llere, you old fraud," said l"elham, "if you can't mes ruerize a man better than that you ought to quit." "He wasnt mesmerized at all," replied the professor. "The thunder he wasn't!" "No, he wasn't. When a man is mesmerized he never <1oes anything except what the mesmerist tells him." rs that sor / "Yes." "Hello, yourself!" he responded. "You had a high old time last night," said Ben. "How?" he asked. "Why, up at the Village House." "Oh, yes. Well, I went up there last night and got mesmer ized." The workmen roared with laughter. "Mesmerized?" e.2.:claimed Morgan. "Yes," returned the old man, quietly-"yes; we had an old fellow up there who can mesruerize anybody.'' "Well, why didn't you mesmerize him when you were at it? "Did he mesmerize you?" Ben asked. He .i:night have killed somebody." "Yes. I didn't believe he could, but he did." "I thought he was mesmerized." Then the workmen roared again. "So did all of us," responded the crowd "What's the matter you fellows?" old Jack aslred, look ''.Yes; he played off ori me. Who is he, anyhow?" ing around at them. "What are you laughing at?" ''He's old Jack Murray," some one said. "Oh, Lord!" gasped one of Lhe fellows, holding his sides con "Well, I want him arrested, for hes veat me almost to a Yulsively. Take him away! He's too funny altogether!" jelly.'' Old Jack never smiled, but caught the fellow by the shoulder, "if I thought he wasn't mesmerized," said Pelham, "I'd glve wheeled htm arouncl apd looked him straight in the eyes. hi a iaste of the law that would make him sick." "I'm blessed if you ain't off your nut," he said. "I can swear he wasn't mesmerized," said the professor, "for "I say, Jack," called Ben. "What did you do when you were I know enough about the lmsiness to be able to tell when a man is mesmerized." "l' m blessed lf I know,'" l;le replie.d. "A man don't know ''Then why in thunder didn't you know it before he broke anything, tiler say, when he is under mesmeric influence." us up so?" demanded Pelham. "How did you feel'?" Morgan asked. "I didn't know it then; but 1 know it now." "Well, I don't know. I felt something like a man feels when "Oh, your knowledge comes too late," said Pelham. "My eyes he wakes up from a sleep WQen I came to." will be in mourning for a week." "And don't you recollect anything that happened?" one of "I'm sorry for it," said the professor, "for I am in the same the men asked. fix." "Guess you can't mesmerize old Jack,''. remarked one of the bystanders. "Lord bless you, no," said\ another. "Old Jack is one of the toughest customers in this town, and don't you forget it." "What's his racket, then?" the professor asked. "What did he play on me fo,r?" 1 / "Hanged if I know," said the man: "unless he wanted to mesmerize you.'" "That ain't the way to lllesmerize anybody," the professor remarked. "No," said another; "but it is a good way to demoralize a man." "Well, I'm going to have satisfaction for it," said the pro fessor. "So am I,'' added Pelham, "if it costs me all I'm worth. Let's have another drink. The crowd called !or their drinks and Pelham paid for them, after which he went in search of his phye.iclan, who prescribed an applicati'on of raw oysters to his swollen optics. In the the old blacl\smith wended his way home ward, chuckling inwardly. "I guess they won't try it on me any more," he said to him aelf. "And maybe they won't on Will Waterman. I played it on 'em fine. Oh, Lord: how I downed 'em! And the duffers thought all the time they had me mesmerized! Mesmerize me! Ha-ha-ha! Not much! rt takes a mighty good-looking woman to do that. It serves 'eru right: But I'm blessed if r can un derstand it. Pelham wants that old professor to make Will Waterman drunk while under mesmeric influence. That's the game, but what's it for? Hanged if it don't jigger me right out." The old blacksmith reached his home and retired to rest, sat isfied with his nights work. The next morning he was up bright and early and went to the shop to begin his day's labors as usual. To his surprise he found the whole village laughing over the occurrences at the tavern the night before. "Hallo, Jack!" cried Ben Morgan the moment he entered the shop. "Not a thing," returned the old man, with an honest look in his face. ''Well, I'm jiggered!" exclaimed Ilen, in astonishment. "What jiggered you?" Jack asked. "Why, that mesmerizing business." "Well, I didn't believe in it myself, and so I wanted to try it." "Well, I should say you did try it," said one of the workmen. 'Why, look here, old man, do you know what you did?" "No. What did f do? Hope I didn't do anything wrong?" "Why, as soon as you were mesmerized you pitched into the old professor and gave him a blow between the eyes that knocked him into the middle of n(lxt week.'' "Oh, come off now! vYhat are you giving me?" the old man exclaimed. "I'm giving it to you straight. When the professor got you knocked him into the middle of next month.'' "Eh, is that so?" "Yes; and the next time you knocked him into the middle of next year, and then you let him have a sockdolager that aent him rolling into the next century.'' "Good Lord! Did I do that?" "Of course you did, and that wasn't all, for you pitched in and served Henry Pelham the same way." "Well, I'll be hanged!" exclaimed old Jack. "Who'd have thought mesmerizing would make you behave that way?" and the old man tied on his leather a))ron and went about his work. CHAPTER XI. WIJ,LIE WATERMAN MEEl'S rIIl: l\IESMERIST AGAIN AND FALLS. A little while after work began in the blacksmith shop Willie Waterman came, according to promise, and asked Jack what the chances were of his getting work. "Very bad," said the old man; "but you can work with me if you feel strong enough to sling the sledge-hammer." 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l} THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 11 ''All right, then. 'l'ake hold." Will t.hrew off his coat, put on an apron and went to work. He had been working about two hours when. the foreman came in. '"Who sent you !here?" the foreman asked. "Nobody," was the r eply "Then get ou.tof ll.ere You are not wanted." "Not so fast," sai-0. old Jack. "Ifo is my assistant, and I pay him out m.y own pocket. So it is you that must get out, and not him." "Oh, that's all right," said the foreman. "Of course it is," returned Jack, going on with his work. "You might have known that at first." Abour' noon a constable came in with a warrant J\or Jack Murray's arrest. 1 ''What's that for?" Jack asked the constable. "Why, for cleaning out the Village House last night." "Why, did I clean it out?" "From all that I can hear," replied the "I. should say you did." "Well, I'll go along with you," and he threw off his apron, washed his face and hands and acoompanied the constable to the magistrate's office. "Why don't you come up to the tavern and see the boys of an evening?" the professor asked. "Because it is best for me to keep away," he replied. "Well, I don't know but what you are right. We would all b e off if we followed that course; but you must come with me. I want, you." The last words were uttBred with a force that showed that the speaker was conscious of his power, for he had again mes merized his victim. Willie was again in his power, and followed him like a lamb to the slaughter. They entered a saloon, where, under the direction of the pro fessor, Will drank copiously of strong liquor, arid by supper rime he was uproariously drunk. Then the professor got away from him and Will reeled over to the Village House, where there were a number of friends always ready to treat him. Late in the evening, as old Jack was sitting on his ;ioorstep, calmly smoking his pipe, Nettie Waterman came running up to him and asked, excitedly: "Where is brother? He has not been home to-night." .),,Is that so?" the old man asked, very much surprised. "Yes; and we are very uneasy about him." "Well, he left the shop all right, and 'I thought he had gone There he demanded an immediate trial. straight home. I will go and look for him, and I gue&s you Professor Johannes was on h!md, with both eyes almost had better run back home and tell your mother that I will take closed and in deep mourning. e;are of him." Half the men in the village were also present, and, as both "Oh, l am so afraid something has happened! Please let sides were ready, the trial proceeded at once. me go with you." Henry Pelham had the good sense not to appear, as his pun"I guess you'd better run bac home," said old Jack, "for it ishment had been severe enough, without adding publicity to it. doesn't look right for a good girl going around among the Old Jack ca lled witness after witness. Each swore that the professovJlad mesmerized numbers of tl.tem, the old blacksmith included, and that they believed he was under mesmeric influence at the time of the assault. The professor admitted having tried .his mesmeric powers on him, but 1!lenied that he had succeeded. The result of the trial was a decision from the' magistrate that, if the plaintiff went about putting people outside of their normal ment811 \:!Ondition for the amusement of his friends and profit to himoolf, he was responsible for their actions, and so the complaint was much to the disgust of the pro fessor. Jack's friends shouted themselves hoarse over his victory, whilst the old blacksmith walked up to the professor, extended his hand and said: "You got pretty badly broke up, professor; but it serves you right for making a man drink whisky when under your insaloons looking for her brother. Just leave it to me." "Oh, you are so kind to us!" said Nettie, bursting into tears. "I don't know what would have be c ome of us buJ for you." "Oh, that's all right!" said Jack. "I always by a friend, and I will stand by you and Will to the last!" "Oh, thank you-thank you!" said Nettie; turning and running homeward. 1 Jack gazed after her till she disappeared in the gloom of the night. "The man who wouldn't stand by a girl like that ought to be shot!" muttered old .Jack; "and the brother who would bring tears to her eyes ought to be flayed alive." Jack then started 011 the rounds in search of Willie Water man. He first dropped in at the'village House. "Hallo, Jack!" cried Ben Morgan, on the piazza of the tavern. "I say, Ben," the blacksmith asked, "have you seen Willie fluence." to-night?" "But you didn't drink any whisky," angrily replied the prohe was here a while ago." fessor. "Well, that w-asn't your fault, was it?" and he looked the man straight in the eye. The professor made no reply, but turned away, more than ever convinced tin.at the oid blacksmith had playoo him a trick. Jack returned to his sho"P in the mh!ld1e of the afternoon and resumed work. Will Watermatl was wruting al the anvil. and they worked together till the bell struck the hour of closing. A week passed, during which time Henry Pelhllm kept se cluded in his room, nursi11g his discolored optics. Will Waterman worked faithfully at the anvil, whilst his mother imyroved so fa.st that
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12 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. -, =.:============================================================= "Hallo, old uiau:" cried Will. "Just in time. Have a The old m a n left the and in a few minutes later the drmk t o w n marshal and several citizens rushed in and arrested the "I say, Will," said the blacksmith, sternly, "is this the way yo u n g rowdie s \ you keep your promise not to drink any more?" "Oh, let up on that," said Will; "I'm having a good time now. Take a cigar if you won't drink." "I'll take nothing," said Jack. "I want yo u t o come with me." "I won't do it," replied Will. "But you must come, Will ." "But I won't." "Will, Nettie has been to my house looking for y ou. You don't want her to come here after you, do you?" "No; and if she does I will send her about her busi n ess," said Will, begil)ning to get angry. ''I am getting tired o f t his t h ing. Every time [ try to have a little fun the who le tow n kicks up a big fuss about it." "That's we think so much of you. Come on-go home with me." I won't do it; and he pulled l oose from him and r e j oined his boon companions. T h e old blacksmith then turned to the saloon keepe r and said: "He is drunk. If you sell him any more liquor to-night I will have you prosecuted for the violation of the law. I think it would pay you better to attend to your o w n business," said the bartender. "That's just what I'm doing," he replied. CHAPTER XII. T h ey we r e marc h e d off to the lo c k -up, where the y whooped and ho w l e d like lunatics until t h e fumes of the liquor b egan t o make the m drowsy. Long e r e N ettie Waterman l eft h e r home to go to h e r work the n ex t morning it w a s known all o ve r Redfern tha t Will was in t h e lo c k-up charged with nearly killing Tom Smith, the saloo n kee p e r j N ettie neve r h eard of it, howeve r till she r e a c h e d the mill w h e r e she worke d. Then on e o f the g irls told her what s h e had heard. Nettie turne d deathly pale and hasten ed t o t h e blacksmith & h o p to s ee Jac k Murray. T h e blacksmth was at work, but h e stopped the moment she appear e d "Wh e r e is brother?" s h e a sked. You have h eard, have you not?" Y e s ; but is it true?" "Yes; Will is lo c k e d up, and I fear i t may go hard w i t h him. Nettie presse d a hand ov e r h e r heart and stagger e d against t h e blackened wall o f the shop fo r s up port. H e r face was ash e n -hue d a n d w a s speechless f o r a m inute or two. "We are ruin e d!" s h e g a s pe d Don't s a y tha t ," h e said. "Yo u have more friends tha n you think. "But I can' t earn mone y enough to support m y fathe r and m othe r ." "Some way will b e provi d e d b y whic h y ou can, he said. "Don't wory about that now. How can you break the n ews to I RE WRECK OF A I SALOOK-OLIJ JACK AND NETTIE MEET PELHAM. your mo t h er?" Oh, I don{ know. Old Jack Murray was a very determined man, w ho s e l d om turned back fron1 anythiug he set out to do On finding that he could not persuade Will to l eave t h e sa loon, he resolyed to stay near him and forbid liquor being sold to him. After warning the barkeeper he seated himself at a tabl e a s a silent looker-on. "I say," cried the saloonist, "I want you to get out o f h e r e." I won't do it," he replied. '"This is a public h o u se. Put me out if you dare." That was something no saloon-keeper in Redfer n would dare undertake, for it was well known that no one man could handle !!im. "Give me another drink!" cried Will. The saloon-keeper dared not let him have it w h ile s u c h a witness as the blacksmith was present, so he said t o W ill : "I guess you've had enou&h to-night." "Why, I haven't had half enough," returned W ill "Ye!!. you have. You're drunk now." "Wh y, I'm :;oberer than you are," returned W ill. G ive m e t!ic bottl e I know when to stop." The barkeeper refused, and Will grew belligerent. Taking up a beer glass from the table, h e hurl e d i t a t the barkeeper's head. The drink-mixer dodged and the glass dashed t hrou g h a hundred-and-flfty-dollar mirror back of the bar. The barkeeper seized a bungstarter and rushed at him Will's boon companions joined in with him and a general free fight ensued. They were five to one, and of course the barkeep e r was roughly handled. They beat him to insensibility a n d then wrecked t h e bar "Well well," said the old b lacksmith "this reminds me of o l d times; but if those young fellows don't lie in jail fo r thi s racket it will be hecause law is p layed out. I can't do a n ythin g With him, and might as well leave him where h e i s." I fear it will kill her," and she burst into tears. "My poor girl," said Jac k, i f you think it will do any good I'll go home with y ou. No it will do no good ," she said. "But I would like to see brot h e r b efore I go bac k. Oh I guess you can s e e him. The r e' s no law to prevent that. I will go with y ou and arrange i t and the old man thre w off his l eathe r apron and washed up to go with h e r to s ee Willie in the lock-up "Don't take it too muc h to h eart, he said, as he wended his w a y along the street with the weeping girl by his side. Alt win c ome out all right in the end." She could make no r eply. H e r hear was too full to trus t to any utterance of h e r lips. At t h e lock-up they wer e admitte d to see the prison ers. "'Oh brother!" crie d Nettie, on seeing him with t h e others who had b ee n arrested wit h him. "You would drii:ik, and now you are h e r e Oh my poor mothe r's heart will break whe n she hears of this." Willie broke down entire l y and we p t like a child(' H e had be e n told o f what h e had done the night b e fore, and kne w that it would be a s e r ious m atte r N ettie clung to his n ec k and w eptlong and pass fonately, sob bing the while: Oh my poor mothe r! my poor f a ther! Oh, what will be come of t h em?" "Will, m y boy, I am sorry for y ou," said old Jac k grasping his hand I did all I could to save you-even giving you w ork out of m y own share in order to k ee p you out of the way of tempta t i on. But it' s no go. I s u p pose you intend to go through t h e mill in orde r to see how it i s yourself. "No, no, no! said Will. "I did not know anything about it. After I l eft the shop and starte d home I met Professor Jone s who stoppe d m e and b egan talking to m e. I dOil' t re membe r any more till I found myself in this place.

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 13 "Good Lord, Will! is that so?" Jack exclaimed. "Yes, as God is my judge," replied Willie. CHAPTER xrn. "Then you are not to b)ame. I believe you are innocent, but DIE!l OF A BROKEN HEART. it will be hard to prove it in court. I had given you up, but The sudden swooning of Nettie's mother gave the old black-I'll stand by you to the last." smith a scare such as he had not experienced in many a year. Then he turned to Nettie and said tenderly: He thought she was dead at first and looked at Nettie in a be-''Don't cry any more. I can see a way to pull him through, wildered sort of way. and I think I can do it. Come on, now, and we' ll go back J Nettie had seen her mother swoon before, and knew just what home." I to do under the circumstances. Sh instantly dried her own ?n the way down the street they met Henry P elham, who tears and began ministering to h e r mother. bowed to Nettie and, advancing to h e r side, said: "O h, Mr. Murray," she exi::laimed, "won't you please carry I am very sorry to hear o f Will's trouble, Miss Nettie, and mother upstairs for rne?" if I can be of any assistance t you or him in any way, you Jack proceeded to take her up in his arms, fully believing can command me. I'll send my lawyer to see him." that she was dead. I don't think she will need either your or your lawyer' s assistance, Henry P elham," said old Jack. Pelham flushed red in the face and exclaimed: "What do you mean, sir?" I mean just what I say," said Jack"that she does not need your assistance." "Don't take it too hard, Nettie," he said, tenderly. "It must come to all of us, you know." "Oh, I've seen her faint before," replied Nettie. \ "A dash of water in the face always brings h e r to." Jack drew a long breath of relief and hastened upstairs with his burden as i f she were nothing more than an infant. ''What have you got to say about it, sir?" Nettie tripped up the stairs behind him, and at the top of t h e "Don't you se.e the lady is in my charge?" stairs pushed ahead and opened the door o f their rooms for "Yes. But does that authorize you to reject offers of assist-him. ance made to h e r or her brother?" He entered with Mrs. \Vaterrnan in his arms and deposited ''Yes, it does, just now. And look here, Henry Pelham--" her on the bed which Nettie indicated. "Mr. Pelham, sir!" Mr. Waterman was lying on his side with his face toward "I know you as Henry Pelham," said the blacksmith, "and tne door when they entered. I want to tell you, Henry, that all this is going to come home "What's the matter?" he asked of Nettie. "Tell me qui ck, to roost on your head. I have been down at the bottom of your child!" and that old bummer mesmerist's understanding. .He was paid "Mot her has fainted, father," she replied. "Keep quiet and to make him drunk, and the man who paid him must also pay don't say anything," and she hasteneu to dash some cold water tho pen alty. rfo yo u understand m;x meaning?" m her mothei s face the moment .Jicli laid her on the b ed. Henry Pelhc..m turned red and pale by turns, and finally Jack turned and loo ked at him. gasped out: It was the first time he had seen him since he had taken to "No; I don't understand your meaning, unless it is that you his bed. The recognitiou was mutual. mean to insult me. I'll hold you responsible for that. A Jack stepped across the r oom and took the sick man' s hand lady's presence protects you now." R e ally, I'm very glad I have the lady with me, then," said the old blacksmith, sarca;itically. "Your wrath must be terri ble indeed. I shall have to apply to the marshal to protect me." "I shall not quarrel with you," said Pelham; and then turn ing to Nettie, said: "You surely will not refuse my assistance, unde r the cir cull).stances, Miss Nettie?" "I shall let Mr:. Murray manage my brother's case, sir," said :Nettie. "Certainly-that. is right-but my assistance can be com manded at any moment. You a r e unjustly prejudiced against me, but you must give me a chance to--" "Corne on, Nettie," said J ack, moving on with Nettie clinging to his arm. Pelham gazed after them in profound silence for a minute or two and then said: "I see how it is. I must get rid of that impudentetld rascal and then she'll listen to me. What did be mean by what h e said? H;as old Jones been talking in his cups, I wonder? You can't trust a drinking man out of your sight." Old Jack accompanied Nettie to the door of her humble home, where h e handed her Will's wages fol" one week, saying: "I am sure he intende d that ydu should have it. If you need h e lp, let me know, or send for me. I'll take Will's place if you'll let me till he comes out all right again." Nettie burst into tears and sobbed as if her h eart would 1 break. Her mother heard her upstairs and came running down to see what ailed her. She saw old Jack with her and her heart told her that some thing had h appened to her boy "My son! my son!" she gasped, and then sank down in a death-like swoon in h is. "How do you feel to-day, Mr. Waterman?" he asked. "Weary. I want to die, .Jack, r eplied the sick man. "You should not feel that way, Mr. Waterman, said Jack. "Jack, tell me what has happened. My wife never famts at a trifle." "I really don't know why she fainted, unless it is on seeing Nettie come home at this time of day." "W h y did she come home?" Jack looked him full in the face and said: "You musi ask her about that," he said, "for she knows more about it I do." "Nettie, come here," called her father to her. Nettie to his bedside. "Has Willie been drjnking again?" he asked. "Yes, father." "\\'here is he now?" "In t)le village, father." "Where in the village?" She glanced at Jac k and said: "Tell him all," and then, kissing her father tenderly, tripped back into the other room to attend to h e r mother. Jack turned to the sick man and said: "Will got into a row last night in one of the iialoons and the whole party were lo cked up by the constable John Waterman gave a groan and c lo sed his eyes. Old Jack d id not want to look upon his distress, and so arose, and going to Nettie, asked: "Is there anything I can do for you? I will take Will's place till he comes home again." Nettie looked up with tears and said: "I don't know of anything you could do now. what you can for my poor brother." Please do

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.. 14 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. "Of course I will. Will has the stuff of a good man in him, and I would like to save him if I can." "Yes. I am sure he 'did not mean to do wrong." He then shook hands with her and left the rooms. "The poor girl has her ltands full," he muttered, as he walked !Jack to his shop; "and if her mother should be sick again it would go hard with her mdeed. Will ought to be flayed alive for such conduct." About half an hour after Jack left the Watermans' rooms Nettie went to.herfathers bedside to speak to him; but he seemed to be sleeping so sweetly that she would not wake him. "Dear, dear old father, .. she murmured, "how I wish I could bear all you suffer. How gladly I would take your place." She went back to her mother's side and remained there another half-hour, at the end of which she again noticed her father. "FathC:-." she called softly, "let me make you some tea." She tc:.. his hand with hers. The cold clammy feeling caused her to start. She quickly laid her hand on his face. The next moment s,gave a wild scream that startled every one in the building. John Waterman was dead! fhe scream recalled Mrs. Waterman to herself. She sprang up from !f e bed and rushed to the bedside of her husband. Nettie was on the floor in a dead faint. Anotlfer shriek rang out that startled the other occupants of the house a d then all was still. Jack looked at him and wondered if he had any heart. "Jack," said Willie, "I have tried to, but cannot shed a tear. I have a terrllile pain tugging at my heart, caused by the sus picion that the news of my arrest and detention h ere caused his death. If I were sure of that I would kill myself before they buried him." "My dear boy, I have no doubt ijlut that your conduct hast ened his death. It would be natulal under the circumstances. If it were not {or your mother and sister I would be in favor of lynching you. You OU6ht to be swung up and left for the crows to feed on. But that would kill your mother. Now what do you intend to do-kill her also?" Willie was dumbfounded at the words of the old blacksmith, and for several minutes did not make any reply. "What say you?" Jack asked. "Jack, I am going 1to do what's right if I can get out of this scrape," replied Willie, almost choking with emotion. "What do you think is right?" the blacksmith asked. "To kill yourself would be right if you had no mother to survive you, for I don't think such a man as you ought to live. But your mother's life is wrapt up in yours. How are you going to treat it? That's the question." "I am going to work and never touch another drop of drink," he replied. "Ah, Will!" "I mean it, Jack." "I suppose you meant it before, but here you are, all the same." "Yes; but I did not know anything about it. Old Jones The other tenants rushed in to see what caused the shrieks, mesmer--" and then it was known that John Waterman was dead at last. "Yes-yes; I know. Old Jones will meet yo at every corner But the mother and daughter were both lying on the fioor as you go along_ through life." in a dead faint. Jack soon left him and went baclr to the widow and her The good neighbors at once went to work to restore them to consciousness, and in a little while succeeded in doing so. But it went hard with both of them. Nettie dearly loved her father, and his sudden death nearly killed her. She wept as if her heart would break, and nothing that could be said to her gave her any comfort. "My poor father-my poor father!" she cried continuously, wringing her hands and moaning as if in great mental anguish. During the day one of the tenants in the house carried the news to old Jack Murray at his shop. "What!" the blacksmith gasped, in astonishment. "Why, I saw and talked with him this morning." "Well, he is dead now," said his informant, "and the mother and daughter are in the deepest distress." "Yes, of course they are. I'll go back"With you and see what can be done for them. What a pity it is that Will should be locked up." "Yes; it wi\l go hard with him when he hears of it. The fact is I believe llis conduc t is what killed his father." Jack made no comment, but went to. the house and saw Net tie. She was trying to bear up unde r the blow, and his presence seemed to give her strength to do so. "It's hard, Nettie," he said to her, as she laid her hand in his, "but you must have been expecting it all along for some time." "Yes," she sobbed, bowing her head, whilst tears came afresh. "Well, be brave and bear up for your mother's sake. I will look after the funeral for you." Nettie sanh down into a chair and m17de a de!'
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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 15 and one could not well blame him when it was remembered how badly he had fared at the hands of the young men. The time for the trial came on apace and everybody in Red fern believed it would go hard with the young men in the lock-up. Suddenly the town was startled with the news of the death of the saloon-keeper. He had committed suicide in the rear room of his saloon by blowing out his brains with a revolver. It was the first suicide e>er known in the village, and the people were therefore very much excited. It was very difficult to ascertain the motive of the suicide. Some were inclined to believe that the beating he had re ceived at the hands of Willie Waterman and his companions had produced insanity. But in his death was lost the testimony that would have sent "Willie Waterman to prison for a term of years, and none knew that fact better than Jack Murray himself. He soon gladdened the hearts of the mother and sister by explaining to them the situation. "I think the lesson will do him good," he,said, "and hard '>''Ork will keep him out of temptation." Nettie went that day to see her brother in the lock-up. It was late in the afternoon, and when she came away the village street lamps,were being lighted. On the way back home she met Henry Pelham face to face. "Why, Miss Nettie!" he exclaimed, extending his hand "I am glad to see you. How is Will? I am on my way to see him now." "Oh, Mr. Pelham!" she cried, "please don't go near him.!" "Why not? Will and I have always been good friends." have been his worst enemy!" she r eplied. "You have invited him to drink many a time, and drink is what ruined him. Please don't add to our misery JlY ever speaking to him again." "Oh, thank you, judge!" she said, placing her hand in his. "You have taken a heavy load off my heart." "Then I shall sleep better to-night," he replied, "as I am you will. It do es my heart good to know that I have made another heart happy." "You have made three happy, indeed!" she exclaimed. "l am sure my brother will be another man altogether when he c,omes out." "The lesson ought to do him good I've seen many a young man turn over a new leaJi under similar circumstances." :'Miss Walerman was on her way home when I met her, judge," said Pelham, "and as you were walking that way also we may as well go, s o as not to detain her." "Yes--yes, of cpurse," said :the judge. "The ladies are the first consideration always. 'I'ake my arm, Miss Waterman," and he gallantly tendered his arm to Nettie. She accepted it of course. He was a judge. She was but a poor mil! girl ruid coulu not refuse the honor shown her. On the way down the street the judge talked to her in such a gallant, yet respectful way that she was charmed into think ing him one of the most agreeable men she ever met. People passed them wondered who the stranger was Nettie was conversing with so familiarly without a thought of her surroundings. Suddenly the judge turned to Pelham and said: "She is mesmerized hard and fast." "Ah! At last! Lead her to the carriage round at Factory lane. I'll meet you there," and with that he hastened away very hurriedly. Professor Jones-for he it was who personated the judgewalked his mesmeric victim to the next street and turned t:tie corner, going in the direction of Factory lane. Nettie walked along like one iu a dream, speaking only when spoken \o, apparently as happy as an infant. CHAPTER XV. OLD JACK '!'AKES THE LAW INTO HIS OWN HANDS. "Why, what a strange request that is! I have discouraged him from drinking as much as I could. I want to see him make a man of himself, and will give him work in the mills Old Jack Murray was sitting on the doorstep of his humble home at ten o'clock at night smoking his pipe when a boy get& out," said about fourteen years old came up and said: to--" "He will work with Mr. Murray when he Nettie, "to pay the debt we owe him." "Oh, don't let that trouble you; I can pay the blacksmith hack and relieve you from that obligation. He is not the sort of man you should be under obligation to, anyway." "Mr. Murray is a gentleman in every sense of the term, Mr. Pelham," said Nettie. "He assisted us when we needed a friend, and we can never forget his kindness." Just then a man whom Nettie did not know came up and Pelham tipped his hat to him in a respectful way. "Ah! How do you do, Mr. Pelham?" said the man, grasp ing his hand and shalung it warmly. "Glad to see you, judge," said Pelham, shaking hands very cordially with the newcomer. Then, turning to Nettie, he said: "Permit me to introduce my friend, Judge Campbell, of the Supreme Court, Miss Waterman." Nettie was surprised at the sudden introduction, but bowed to the man !!!he heard addressed as "Judge." "Miss Waterman is a sister of the young man to be tried before you next week, judge," said Pelham, "and I am glad she has met ;vou before the court meets, as you can see for yourself that she and her family are worthy people." "Of course--of course," said the judge, bowing profoundly and extending his hand toward her. "I have heard as much lefore. You have nothing to fear, young lady, when your brother's case comes before me." Nettie was overjoyed at meeting the judge and having such an assurance from his lips. "Uncle Jack, Mrs. waterman sent me after you. She wants to see you." "Eh? What's the matter, Tommy?" the blacksmtth asked. "Oh, she's going on awful about Nettie, who went to see Will and ain't collle home yet." "The thunder you say!" ejaculated Jack, springing to his feet and hurrying away in hot haste. He ran almost all the way to the red house where the Widow Waterman lived. Dashing up the stairs like a boy, he knocked at the door. Mrs. Waterman opened it. "Oh, Mr. Murray'." she cried. wringing her hands, "where is my Nettie? What has bpcoroe of her?" "I have not seen h e r since morning," he said. "When did i:
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16 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. Jack lost no time in making inquiries, and soon learned that she hJ:td been seen talking with H enry Pelham on River street; another said he met her walking down the street with a stranger, and that Pelham was with them. "Ah!" and a dark, ominous scowl spread o"er the old black smith's face, "I may have that man's blood on my hands yet." He went straight to the Village House, where Pelham was in the habit of going of evenings. It was now almost midnight and but few men were about the barroom of the house. "Stop!" hissed the blacksmith, drawing a revolver. "If you make another move I'll riddle your carcass with bullets!" "D-d-don't shoot!" stammered the clerk. "Stand still, then," said Jack. Then, turning to he added ; 'It's no use, Pelham. If you don't give her up I'll kill you as you stand there! I know you have her, or caused her to be carried off. So you are a dead man if you don't give her up!" Pelham was at his mercy, but saw no mercy in the cold ''Have you seen Henry Pelham this evening?" he asked of the gray eyes that gazed him in the face. / proprietor. "Shall I connt three and blow your brains out?" Jack asked, "No," was the gruff reply. The landlord was embittered him for the way he had wiped up the floor with his barke\lper a little while before. "Have you seen the professor?" "I don't keep a bureau of information," replied the landlord. "Perhaps you don't," snapped old Jack, "but you've got the information I w'ant, and if you don't hand it out I'll put you in a bureau where. the worms']] make banquets on you." "I have not seen either of them to-night," was the prompt after a pause of some minutes. "I'll send her home today," he gasped. "No; you'll go with me and give her into my hands," said Jack, with emphatic sternn(jSS. "But I can't do that." "Then you are a dead man in three minutes," wa!Ytbe reply. "I won't stand any nonsense." "I don't know where she is till I see Jones." "Well, come along, and we will go and see Jones. I'll go with you, and on the first attempt at treachery I'll blow you into answer of the landlord, who did not care to encounter the irate son of Vulcan. kingdom come." I "Well, why didn't you say so before?" replied Jack. The landlord made no reply, and Jack went away puzzled beyond measure at the mystery of Nettie's absence. "They're at the bottom of it," he muttered to himself, "and if a hair of her head is harmed I'll break every bone in their bodies." He went back to the widowed mother and told her that he had been unable to find her, but that he believed that she would return all right in the morning. He left her more dead than alive and went out on the de serted streets of the village. T here was no sleep for him that night, and he did not even seek any. He walked the streets, thinking, thinking, thinking, and vowing vengeance on the wretches who were thus heaping new troubles on the head of the devoted widow .. Daylight came and old Jac k returned to his quarters and pre pared a breakfast for himself. Then he went around to see Waterman. as frank as it was his nature to. lhe. Said he: To her he was "She is' not in Redfern, ma'am; but I'll find her." Mrs. Waterman became hysterical and the old blacksmith took leave at once. Leaving word at the shop that he would not work any that day, he went in search of Henry Pelham.. He found him in his office. "Mr. Pelham," he said, "I have come for Nettie Waterman. Where is she?" "What dou you mean, sir'?" Pelham demanded. "I know noth ing of the girl's whereabouts." "You know very well what I mean, Henry Pelham, returned the blacksmith. "I know your game She has not been seen since dark last evening, when you and your dirty tool were seen with her on River street. I have come for her, and you shall not Ii ve to see her again if she is not surrendered 'at once ." Pelham turned ashen-hued and gazed at him as if trying to fathom the old man's thoughts. "Your own life depends on it," said Jack. "How so?" "I'll kill you if you don't give her back to her mother!" he replied. "Do you understand that?" "Yes. I-I-don't know anything' about her.'' "That won't do. I know you better than that." There were two clerks in the office. One of them tried to slip out by a side door. Henry Pelham put on his hat and left the office with the old blacksmith, who put his revolver in his pocket when they reached the street. "We mtlst take the train," said Pelham. "Very well-which way?" "Down the river." "Then we'll two hours. Get in the corner of the depot and wait. Come on." They went over to the depot and waited for the train. In the meantime the two clerks who were left in the office ran out the moment old Jack and his man were out of sight and raised the greatest excitement ever seen in Redfern by telling the people what had just happend. A crowd was quickly raised to rescue Pelham from the mad blacksmith. They rushed to the depot. Jack saw thefll coming. "If you try to get away you are a s good as dead, Henry Pel ham," he Sjl.id. "Don't forget that." Pelham said nothing. "Halt!" cried 1 the blacksmith, aiming his revolver at the foremost man of the crowd "Come another step nearer and you are a dead man!" The crowd recoiled. They knew1 old Jack was a bad man to tackle. But they crowded around the door of the depot and glared at the strange situation. 'l'he news spread all over the village like wildfire, and peo ple came running from every directiOJI. The factories and workshops were em,Ptied and the hands crowded around to the nnmber of several hundreds. When the crowd became so large Jack saw that a rush was about to be made on him. "See here, boys!" he cried to them. "Nettie Waterman dis appeared from home last night and can't be found. I sus pected that Pelham had carried her off, or el13e had it done. She hates him, for I heard her tell him so myself. I faced hfm about it to-day and made him own up. He is going to take me to her now or I shall put a bullet through his head. If he is in nocent, all right. If you rush on me I'll kill some of you and let him have the last bullet." Just then the whistle of the down train was heard and Jack called out: "Clear the way there' Stand off till we get on the tr.ain. Back-back-out of the way! Come on Pelha m! A trick will settle you! Jump on board as soon as the train stops-now!"

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 17 CHAPTER XVI. "\'ILLAINOUS WORK-OLD JAC K MAKES AN ARREST WITH HIS SIX HHCIOTER Let us now return to \Henry Pelham and the unprincipled old mesmerist known as Professor Johannes. When P elham saw beautiful Kettie Waterman going to the lo ck-up alone to see h e r brother he very rightly surmised that she would also c ome away unattended. He hastened to find the professor and told him what he had seen. "Ill meet her as she comes back," he said, "and talk to her till you come up disguised. I'll _introduce you as Judge Camp bell, who is to try her brother. You can say enough to win her good graces, and thus get a chance to mesmerize her. The mo ment she is under mesmeric. influeuce you must let me know, and then take her to a carriage around on Factory lane, where I will meet you." The yilla!nous mesmerist readily promised to do as he was toid. How well he did so the reaC:er already knows. He led the poor girl round to the carriage, where Pelham met him and the three entered the vehicle together and were driven rapidly away. The carriage took the river road, and was soon beyond the limits of the village of Redfern. I "We hav e worked the game well, pro,fessor," remarked Pelham, as the carriage bov.i;led along the road. "So we ha.-e," r e plied the villain, "but I guess you'll have some trouble about it in the village." "/:low so?" saw several persons who passed us turn an look back at us. They may say that she was iast seen with you and a stranger." "Bah! What if they do? Who is going to bother themselves about what becomes of a poor fa ctory girl?" "She has no relatives who can g iv e you any trouble?" Becky took charge of Nettie and pu t h e r in t h e room she was to occupy Judge Campb e ll was sho w n upstair s to a not h e r. On the way bac k to R e dfern P e lham ):lri b e d h i s d r i v e r to s ilence about the o ccurre n c es o f the ev e n in g a n d wen t t o be d a little before daylight, congratulating hims elf that at l as t he had the young b eauty in his powe r. On his way down to his office a f t e r a late breakf ast h e h eard that Nettie Waterman was missing and could not b e found anywhere in the village. "Maybe she has run away w ith som e bod y," h e said. "They say that you were se e n talkin g with h e r las t e vening, said Ben Morgan. "Yes; I spoke a few words w ith her," h e repli ed, "and I aft er ward saw her with another man." "Yes; they say she was seen talking with a strange r ," put in another who was standing by "Oh, I guess she left a note for her moth e r s om ew h e re about the house," remarked Pelham, telling h e r about the e lope ment." "The old lady is all broke up," said anothe r. "So is old Jack Murray," put in B e n Morgan. "Why, what's he got to do with the g i rl? P e lham asked "I guess he's dead gone on h e r," r e plied Ben. "At least that' s what I suspect, anyway "Oh, Lord!" exclaimed another, "Jack is old enough to be her father!" "So he is, and fool enough to pay their house rent and the funeral expenses out of his own poc ket. "Did he do that," Pelham asked. "Of course he did, and everybody in the village knows it, too." "Well, I didn't know it." said P e lham "Then you don't keep posted, that's all ," said the other, walk-ing away. Pelham went to his office and sat down to think of what he "No. H e r brother is in jail, and h e r inother will soon be i;i had done. obje c t of charity. She will not make much of a fuss abou He was afraid of Jack J\iurray, for h e had f elt the bl ack-I guess During all the <;onversation Nettie sat like one in a dream, and did not utter a word ex cept when spoken to by the mesmer ist, who had c omplete control over her will power. "How long can you keep her under mesmeric influence, pro fessor?" P elham asked. "As long as I please," was the reply, "and while near enough to speak to her. Of course in my absence it would gradually v.-ear off." Well, I want her kept under the influence as long as possi ble for I Bhall go ba c k to Red.fern be[ore morning, for my ab-smith' s hard fist on c e and did not care to it ag ain. To make his nerves mor e ste a dy h e t ook a loal:ied r e volver from one of his table drawers and placed it in his pocket. How old Jack came in and marc h e d him out t o the railroad station the reader already knows. P elham wa s afraid to make an attempt: to di aw his weapon, for fear the bl acksmith would get the drop on him. When the cr9wd rushed to the station P elha m hoped they would rescue him, and thus gi v e h i m a chanc e to get the clutches of the law on Murray. But everybody in R e dfern kne w that old Jac k w ould shoot sence at the s ame time as hers would soon make out a case if provoked to do so and no one care d to pro v o ke h im. a gainst me." As the train rushed into the station Jack hurried him for-The carriage drove about t e n miles down the river to a large ward, saying: stone house which was richly furnished throughout, but un"Lively now, and none of your tricks. Make a break and occupied exc ept by two servants. you'll catch a bullet!" The house stood on the banks of the river and belonged to the Pelham was as white as a ghost and cast despairing glances Pelham estate. af the crowd. The parents of Henry Pelham were in Europe, which ac counts for the house being almost tenantless at the time of which we write. The old woman in charge of the house met them at the door and seemed v ery muc h surprised. "Be cky, said Henry to the old servant, "this is Junge Camp bell, an(l this young lady is his nie ce. Give them all the atten. tion they need. They will stop h e re a few days." Becky c ould not say anything of course, being only a servant, and the party were shown into the parlor "I must go back to Redfern to-night, Judge, said Henry, loud enough for Becky to hear, "and will run down agajn some time to-morrow 'l'hen he took leave of them and the next moment was gone "All aboard!" cried the conductor. "On board with you-quick!" hissed Jack, and Pelham obeyed. He dared not do otherwise, and in another minute h e was seated by Jack's side in the car. About a dozen citiz e ns of Redfern got on board at the same time determined to see how the thing would end. Among those who w ent on the same train was one of the clerks in Pelham's ofii9e. Jack saw him in the next car, and knew from the excited <'rowd around him he was telling them a cock and-bull story about the affair Pretty soon the conductor came through the car taking up tickets.

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18 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. "I have no tickets," said Jack, "but plenty of money to pay with." "How far are you going?" the conductor asked. Jack looked at Pelham. "How far is lt't" he asked. "To the city," Pelham replied. "Very well. Take two fares out of that," said Jack, taking a bill out of his vest pocket and handing it to the conductor. "I can pay my own fare," said Pelham. "I am paying it to-day," replied Jack. "You can settle with me some other time." "I can settle right now," and Pelham thrust his hand in his pocket as if to draw his purse. '"Stop!" hissed Jack. "Draw your hand out slowly, with the hand open, or you are a dead man!" The conductor saw and heard all that passed between them. "Is that man your prisoner ?" he asked. divine his intentions old Jack sprang forward and caught Pel ham by the collar. "Now lead the way to the station and I'll follow you." "Let go that man, sir! hissed the detective. "Oh, no. Take me to the station.. I make no resistance." "Let go that man, or I'll club the head off of you." "If you strike me I'll break you all up, young man," said old Jack. "Just take m e to the station house, that's all you have to do." The detective struck at him, but the blacksmith parried the blow and knocked him senseless at his feet. Then he turned to the other detectives and said: "Take us to the station. are ready to go." The detectives drew their weapons and ordered him to release Pelham. Just then two policemen ran UP/ and ne of them asked: "What's the trouble here?., "Yes," replied Jack. "Why, that man's a lunatic," said Pelham, pushing forward 1 The conductor passed on, and the crowd in the next car and pointing toward Jack. "He drew a revolver on me on pushed into the car where Ja<.:k and his man were seated. the train and held me in mortal terror t!H the detectives took Jack saw the clerk among them and beckoned to him. him in charge when the train arrived. The clerk came forward. "Come on to the station, then, said the policeman, "and "See here," said the blacksmith. "If you attempt any games you must make the charge against him." on me I'll make worms' meat of you and your boss. Try it "Oh, I don't want to appear against him," said Pelham. on if you dare." The clerk made no reply, but went back into the other car to ponder on what he should do. He had already telegraphed to the city for a dozen men to arrest the blacksmith on the arrival of the train. In a half hol,lr the train entered the Grand central Depot and a half dozen detectives boarded it. CHAPTER XVII. OLD JACK HAS THE TABLES TURNED ON HIM. The moment the old blacksmith $aw the detectives enter the car and approach him he knew that resistance would prove They were too many for him. "Here, we want you!" said the foremost detective, laying a hand on his shoulder. .. What for?'' he asked. "Yes, take him!" cried Pelham, springing to his feet. "He is a lunatic, and is armed. Look out for him!" "We've got him, sir," said the detective. "Don't worry." "I understand the game," said Jack, very coolly. "But I presume you want to do what is right?" "Of course we do," repiled the detective. "Very well Take this man alorig with me to the station. He has abducted a young girl, and this morning I told him I would kill him if he didn't give her up. He said she was down here, and so I made him get on a train and come down here after her. This is the trick he played me. My name is Jack Murray, of Redfern. His ls Henry Pelham, of the same town. Take us before any judge and let him look into the matter and telegraph to Redfern for particulars." "Don't you see he is a lunatic?" said Pelham, slipping a roll of money into his hand. "Lock him up before he shoots some body." "Yes, of course. Come on, $ir!" and the detectives pulled him out' of th!J car in a very rough manner. "That's all /ight, but bring him along, too," said Jack. "I am making no resistance." "Shut up and come along," said the detective. "Will you bring him along, too?" "No. Come along." ''Then I'll see that he comes," and ere the detective could "Of course you don't," said Jack, in sarcastic tones. ''But you must come," said lhe policeman, taking him by the collar. 'That's all I want," said Jack. "I'll make a charge against you for knocking me down," said the detective whom Jack had knocked out in one round. "And I'll make one against you for striking returned Jack, "after I had repeatedly told you that I would go along wlth you without making any resistance." They were thus march'M to the station house, followed by a throng of several hundred people who had gathered about lJtm. the station house Pelham tried hard to avoid making any charge against Jack. But the captain made him do so, and Jack was held for trlal the next day. "Now, look here," said Jack to one of the detectives, "I want to see you on business." The detective stepped aside with him, and in a few minutes he was in possession of all the facts in the case. "I have plenty of money," he said, in low tones. "Here's $100 to start on and pay you for expenses. I want you to start at once on Pelham's trail and find that girl. I'll be out of this to-morrow, and will join you if you leave a note !or me at headquarters.'" The astonished detective took the money and promised to do the square thing by him. Then old .Tack sent for a certain lawyer In the city, after which he was locked up in a cell. The lawyer soon came to the station and had an Interview with Jack. He was a man or great influence in the court circles of t'he city and had attended to some very important legal business for Jack some years before. "I'll arrange matters all right for you, Murray," he said, "and it may be that you can stop with me to-night instead of re maining here." "Oh, this will not hurt me any," said Jack. "I can 8tand it till to-morrow morning." 1 The lawyer went away and returned an hour later with an order from the judge to allow the prisoner, Jack Murray, to go on his own recognizance till ten o'clock the next day. The captain was astonished when he received the order; but he opened the door and let Jack out, for all that. He accompanied his counsel to his home, where he was treat ed like a nabob.

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE 19 But after supper he went to detective headquarters to in"By George!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe my best friend q_uire about the man he had employed as a detective to trail would know me." Pelham. "No; of course not," said the costumer. "You will be safe "Breck is a poor detective, said the man in charge. "You enough in that." should not have given the cas e t o him." He paid th\ol bill and then went away, satisfied that he could "Why not?" now work up the clew he had without being recognized by any "He hasn' t had experience enough." man Pelham might hire to watch him. / "Well, maybe he will try to learn something of the business," Before leaving the city he again went to headquarters and in-said Jack, as he turned away. quired for the detective he had employed. At the door he met the man he had knocked down at the "He is out of town," replied the man in charge of the office. depot. Jack was then satisfied that the man was at work, and so "Why, how did you get out?"" the man demanded. took the train for Redfern. "Walked out," lie replied. '"I arrest you as an es c aped prisoner," said the man. "'I protest,'" said Jack. "I am out on an order from the judge." "I don't believe it. Come on, I arrest you!". He carried Jack to the station and there learned of his. mis take. 'fhe detective looked blank. "I guess I've got a case against you for false arrest," said Jack, smiling, "and l ll set my lawyer after you." The detective made all sorts of apologies, but Jack wouldn't have them. 'Had you arrested that man Pelham this mc;>rnlng," he said, "I would have had some feeling for you As It is, I have none, and am going to make you know1 how it ls yourself." In court th!! next day Jack's lawyer dwelt eloquently on the fact that his accuser had not put in an appearance and the judge discharged him on the ground that nothing was urged against him. He wanted to tell the judge the story of Nettle Waterman's abduction, but, as it was out of his jurisdiction, the court would not listen to him. "Well, I am loose again," said Jack, "and can go on trail myself: If I get a chance at Henry Pelham agai n I"ll make him rue the day he was born. It was a nic trick pw.t clerk paid me; but I'll beat them all yet." / He was undecided what to do for a while. CHAPTER XVIII. THE AT WORK AGAIN. The news of old Jack's arrest of Pelham and marching him to the railroad station at the muzzle of his revolver naturally created the greatest excitement ever known in the village of lledferp.. A crowd had gathered at the station to see them off; a dozen or more jumped on the train to follow them up an see the end of the affair. The end was seen in the city, after which Pelham and the others went back on the next trai n. "Of course I am innocent of the charge he made against me," said Pelham, on the way back, "but he Is crazy, and I saw that the only way to save my life was to preten'l to humor him and make him believe I knew where she was. It was a nice little bit of strategy, you know." "Yes; and it worked like a charm, too," said the clerk who had telegraphed ahead for the detectives to meet them at the train and arrest the blacksmith. He had no chance to get off at the home of his parents, so the train carried him past on the way to Redfern. There he was met by a large number of the villagers, who were eager to get the latest news from his own lips. "He is locked up as a lunatic down in the city," he said, in answer to many questions as to wh 'at had become of the blacksmith. "Then he won't come back here?" said one. "I don't say that," he replied "He may come back here when he gets free." "I ought to see w)lat that fellow I gave money to has done to earn it. If he keJ,Jt on his trail he may have gone up to Redfern. I will run up there and take a fresh start. If she Is down here in the city, he may be here too. Hanged If I don't see if I can't get up a disguise that will fool 'em all up at Redfern." "Which .will be a long time," said another. "They don't let He was quick to make up his mind about anything. and in lunatics out very readily." a few minutes was hunting around in quest of a costumer. "But Jack isn't a lunatic by any means," said one of the bySuch persons can always be found in New York, and old Jack standers. did not lose much time in making known his wants to one. "No; but the people think he is," replied Pelham. "I don't want; to look any older than I am," he said, "but so 1 "But the people have nothing to do with keeping him there," different that even my best friend won't know me." said a lawyer who had been retained b)T old Jack to defend 'fhe costumer eyed him closely for a IJlinute or so and then Willie Waterman. "If you don't appear against him, he'll be said: discharged to-morrow." "You want to cut your hair short ar..d wear a wig and beard." Belham made no reply, as he did not care to give his reasons "Yes, that's what I think," said Jack. "Where can I get it for not confronting the old man in court. cut?" During the very day that old Jack was released down in New "Right here, in the back room and the costumer led the York the lawyer who had taken Willie's case in hand went to way into a rear room, where the blacksmith seated himself in a woy'k and had his client ,brought up before the court, when he barber's chair. demanded his release on the ground that the plaintiff was dead, The costumer went o work at his head, and in a little while and that there no on which to sustain the charge had his hair cut down to the right length. against him. The he brought several wigs and tried them on. Each one The court, after ascertaining the facts in the c ase, ordered differed in color from his nat1.1ral hair, and made him look like the prisoners to be set free, and thus he came out in high another man altogether. / spirits. "Now, when you put on this beard you won't know yourself Willie ran home and embraced his mother, and then said he d in the glass," said the costumer, adjusting the beard to the j go in of his sister, and never rest till he had found her. blacksmith's face. "My son," said the sorrowing mother, "all ot our ills have Jack at himself in the glass and was surprised at C"ome from your drinking Had you never touched liquor we what he saw: WOUld have been happy yet '.n OU\ Old hom e."

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I 20 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. ."Mother, I'll nev.er drink another drop of liquor as long as I live, said Willie. "I should not think you would, my son, after the experience you have had. If you should I don't think I could survive it. My heart is almost broken now." Willie stopped at home over night and the next. day went in search of Henry Pelham. He wanted to look him In the face and ask him where his sister was. "I think I would know if he lied to me," he said, "and so I'll go and ask him." He found Pelham in his office, where Jack Murray' had found him two days before. Pelham was astonished and looked hard at him for a moment. "Pelham," said Willie, "they tell me that you know where my sister is." "They tell you a lie, Willie," replied Pelham. "But they say acknowledged it to Jack Murray." "So I did. A man will acknowledge anything at the muzzle of a six-shooter." "You don't know where she is, then?" "No; I don't." Willie turned sorrowfully away and was about to leave the place when Pelham called to him: "Come back, Willie." Willie turned and looked at him. "Willie," said Pelham, "times have been hard with you of late. If you want a situation any time come to me and I'll give you work." Willie's eyes filled with tears. "I never go back OJ:\ a friend, Will," said Pelham. "Here, come into my private office and he led the way into the pri vate office, where he closed the door behind him. "Will, old Jack Murray is not running the Waterman family, is he?" "No, of course he isn't. Who said he was?" "Why, everybody in Redfern is wondering what he is kick ing up such a fuss about Nettie for. They know that he paid your father's funeral expenses, and that has set them all talk ing again. H I were you I'd put a stop to all that." "He is my friend-that's all," replied Willie. "But they seem to think he is more of Nettie's friend, and that will hurt h er, you know." "Yes; I never thought of t)?.at." "Well, put a stop to it at once. Tell him his assistance is not needed, and then when you n ee d help come to me. Here, take a pull at that and see how it tastes." He set a bottle of old brandy before him. Willie recoiled "No," he said; "I don't want to drink any more. I had bet ter let it alone altogether.'< '"Nonsense! You are man enough to drink or let it alone," and he drew the cork. "There, taste of that if you want some thing good," and he thrust the bottle up under his nose. Willie moved back toward the door, as if to get further away from the temptation. "Try it-it' s good-just one dl'ink," said Pelham, following him up with the bottle. Willie at last took the bottle in his hand and turned the bottom up toward the ceiling. "Ah! he ejaculated, as he handed it back, "that is good stuff. Where do you get it?" "I have it ::Jent up from the city. Would you like to have a bottle of it?" "Yes; of course I would." "Well, I'll give you one But look here, Will, don' t go and get drunk again." "Oh, no; I never intend to get drunk again." "Well, stick to that and drink like a gentleman-a little at a time. It will do you good when taken in that way." He wrapped up a bottle of the liquor and handed it to him. "When you want a bottle of good stuff come to me. I never go back on a friend, you know. Willie tooli another pull at the bottle and then ib-rust it into his pocket. "If you see Jack Murray," said Pelham, "tell him to take a drop on himself." "Hanged if I don't!" replied vVillie. "He's getting too fresh, anyhow." Willie went away from the mill not caring much whether he ever heard from Nettie again. He had taken two drinks of very strong brandy, which made him feel comfortable enough to forget all the ills of life. An hour later he was seeking a quiet place on the river bank where could enjoy the bottle at his leisure and without in terruplion. ,..i CHAPTER XIX. NOT DI:O'vv:'
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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 21 Yet he was so deeply intoxicated that he was no more con scious of it than a log would have been. It was soon a(ter this that a couple of boys fishing along the banks of the river came across him. "Gewhillikens!" exclaimed one of them, "there's a dead man!" "Yes; drowned!" gasped the other. I Terror-stricken at the sight of a de4d man lying there all alone in their path, the two boys took to their heels and ran up into the village to spread the news. "There's a dead man down there by the river!" exclaimed one of the boys, rushing into Deacon Collins' store "Eh? What's that?" exclaimed the deacon. "A dead man, did you say?" "Yes, sir; drowned!" reylied the boy, almost out of breath. "Well, we must see about that," said the deacon, putting on his hat and going out. "I'll get two or three men and go down there." The other boy had spread the news so industriously that the d,eacon found a dozen men out on the same errand as himself. The two boys, now reinforced by a dozen others besides the men, led the way down to where they had found the supposed dead man. ,"There he is!" cried one of the boys the moment they caught sight of him. The whole party stopped and gazed at the prostrate figure, and then the deacon led the way to the s pot. "Good Lord 1 exclaimed one of the men. "It's Will Waterman!" "Yes," said the d eacon; "it's poor Will. He must have been drunk and fallen into the water. Well, I always thought he would come to some bad end. The poor fellow could not give up drink." "Yes," said another; "but it will go hard with his poor old mother." "Yes; dead-drunk," the doctor, turning away and wa l k ing deliberately back to his office. The deacon and other citizens looked at Willie, and then at each other, whilst astonishment and disgust played over their features. Suddenly one of the men who had carried the stretcher up the hill to where they were, in tile middle of the street, ex claimed: "Spill the duffer out!" Instantly one of the party overturned the stretcher and Willie rolled over on the ground. The men then went away and left the smaJl boys in charge of the dead-drunk. But ere Deacon Collins reached his store a dozen men cried out: "Any hope for him, Tfie roar of laughte r that followed riled the deacon worse than anything that had happened in a year. He made no reply, but ran into his store and shut himself up in the rear room. A few minutes after the doctor left a woman came running down the street in the direction of the place, crying wildly: "My son-my so,n! Where is he?" It was Mrs. Waterman, \vho had been told that Willie had heen found drowned on the river bank. She dashed through the crowd of boys and threw herself in a wild burst of grief on h is body. S ch w.ails of despair as she sent up would have melted hearts of stone. No one but a mother can understand the depth of her woe. Her moans and heart-broken cries called a dozen kind-hearted men to her side. I "Mrs. Waterman," said one of : he gentlemen, lifting her t o her feet, "calm youdelf. Your son is not dead." "Oh, he is dead! He is dead!" she wailed, wringing her hands in despairing grief. "Oh, why cannot I die, too? Why am I left alone in the world?" "So it will-just as her daughter turns up missing, too." "Willie is not dead, ma'am," said another. "See there! He 'I never heard of a family having such hard luck," remarked rolls over!,, another. A cry of joy escaped the poor mother as she saw him turn "Nor I. What a pity he did not float down the river and ever on the ground. save the town the trouble and expense of his burial." "He is only drunk, ma'am," said the man, "and he'll be a ll "It would have been better, said the deacon; "but as he did right soon not, we will have to bury him." A boy was sent the coroner and undertaker. Both came together. The coroner looked at t he body a while and said: "Take him up to the undertaker's, and we'll ho)d the inquest there this afternoon," and he proceeded to summon a jury then and there. A rude stretcher was provided and the inanimate body placed thereon. As they started up the hill the supposed dead man drew up one leg, as if seeking a more comfortable position. "Gosh Almighty!" gasped one of the men who were carrying the stretcher, "he ain't dead! "Thunder, no!" cried another. "We n;iay save him yet. Run for the doctor!" A half dozen men ran for Dr. Squills at once. They found him in his little office and at short notice soon had him racing back with them. "He isn't quite dead yet, doctor," said Deacon Collins. "You may be able to save him." The doctor looked at the man on the stretcher in profound silence for t wo or three minutes. Then he felt of his pulse, sounded his chest, looked at the pupils of his eys and shook h is head. "An'y hope for him, doctor?" the deacon asked. Ma.ct:" e'plied the doctor. ''Dead?" To the surprise of every one in the crowd the mother gave a scream and.sank into the man's arms in a death-like swoon. "My God!" exclaimed the deacon, who had run out again o n h earing the shrieks, "she has fainted!" She was borne to the drug store, where restoratives were applied. \ "I say, boys, let's take Will home. You see he can't make it himself. "Yes; for his mother's sake." said another. Some one ran and fetched a wheelbarrow, and in anotib.er minute or two they placed Willie in it and began wheeling him toward home. They found the door of his mother's rooms opened wide, just as she had left them when she received the news tha.t he was drowned, and so carried him in and laid him on the floor. Then they closed the door and came away, leaving him t o the care of his mother when she should return. / CHAPTER XX. JACK MURltAY TURNS DETECTIVE. Let us now return co Jack Murray, whom, the reader will recollect, we left in Nf.w York so well disguised that even his best friend did not rec9gnize him.

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22 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. On learning that his detective was out of town Jack set out "What became of the young man who was accused of abductto return to Redfern. ing her?" "He may be on Pelham's trail sornewhere," he muttered te "Oh, he is here in his office every day." himself, "and I'll go back and see if I can't catch on to that "ls he here now?" old bumme r m esmerist. If a hair of the girl is harmed, I'll "Yes." tear that old villain's limbs apart." "What became of the old mesmerist who was also accused of He too It the next train fi}r Redfern and soon reached the being his tool in making the young girl's brother a drunkard?" village. "'That I can't say. He has not been s about here for Of course nobody there knew him in his disguise; and he several days." walked down the street to the Village House and registered Just then a customer came in, and the landlord turned to there as: "J. Murray, New York." They g ave h i m one of the best rooms in the house and saw that he did not lac k for attention. "What' s the news here landlord?" he asked, taking a seat on the piazza after washing off the dust of travel. "Nothing new to-day, sir," replied the landlord, "but we've had some pretty lively times here lately." "Indeed!" "Yes. We are coming ahead, I think," and then the loqua cious landlord told him the story of the Waterman family, winding up with the ludi c rous mistake about Willie Water man' s death the day b e fore. "What a pity the lad can't keep sober," remarked the stranger. "Yes, assented the landlord. "I think his drinking Is what killed his father. I "It seems as if he can't control his appetite, then,'1 said the newcomer. "It would seem so." "Then why don't the citizens here rise up and destroy the saloons and remove the danger from the pathway of such give him his attention. Old Jack soon strolled away from the taYern and went In the direction of the Pelham M!lls. He wanted to get another look at Henry Pelham and see if he could observe any signs of guilt about him. On his way, when near the mills, he caught sight of the detective he had employed in New York to watch Pelham. The sight startled him. "By George! the fellow's faithful after all!" he said to him self. "I must speak to him and find out what he has picked up since he went on the case." Re walked up to the man and called him by name. "How does it work up?" he asked. The detective eyed him closely and said: "I don't know you, sir.'' "I thought not," and Jack smiled. "I think my disguise is very good.'' "Who the del\ce are you?" "I am Jack Murray, the man who emp lo yed you in New York the other day.'' "Oh, I know your Joice now," and the detective grasped his hand and shook It warmly. men?" "What have you found out?'" The landlord glared at him in amazement. "I followed him back up this way and saw him stop at a "Close up the saloons!" he exclaimed. "Why, sir, this a flue old stone mansion below here some ten miles. I found free country-yes, sir, a free country." out that it is the home ot his parents; but they are in Europe "So it ls," assented the newcomer, "and yet we have more laws restraining a man' s liberty than any other country in the world." / "I-I-don't understand you, sir," said the landlord. "We have more laws than any other country," repeated the guest, "and nearly all of them say you shall not do this or that thing,' thus restraining a man's liberty, and yet you brag about its being a free country. Our freedom is in simple self-government-that's all." "We like it, for all that." "So do I but there is room for improvement. We want laws that protec t p e ople from danger from whatever source. If we had laws prohibiting saloons we would not have had the story of the Waterman family, perhaps." "Qh, we don t want any prohibition in ours," sneered the landlord, rising to get away from his guest. "But you have it already," replied the guest. "The deuce we have!" "Yes; there is a law prohibiting the sale of liquor anywhere in this state without a special license granting the privilege. That ls prohibition pure and simple." "So it is, but the li cense knocks all that in the head." "Yes-but it's prohibition as far .as it goes Laws are sup posed to protect ives and property of the people. That young man's life has1 ot been protected as it ought to have been, and he---" "Oh, r don't care to listen to a temperance lecture, said the landlord, turning and walkiQ.g away from his guest. "I will spare you that by not delivering the lecture said the guest, smiling. "But come back and tell me what became of the young lady !Vho is missing." "Nobody knows." now.u "Eh? Is that so?" "Yes." "Did you see a young woman there?" "Yes; but she was a domestic, for she was dusting the rooms and singing as merrily as a lark. ThSll I saw the old house keeper, and heard him call her Becky at the door." "Did he stay there long?" "No-only about half an hour or so, and then came on here." "Did you see any other man about the place?" "Yes; there was a man there whom he talked with all the time he was there.'' "What kind of a man was he-tall, short or stout?" "He was tall, thin, and had a beard and a red nose." "Beard and a red nqse-let me see," and Jack scratched his head, as if trying to thihk of something that persisted in. escaping his memory. "Beard and red nose-I don't know such a man. That old bummer had a red nose, but no beard.'' "Neither did you have a beard the other day,'' remarked the detective. "Ah! What a fool I am for not thinking of that before! Yes, his nose is the professor's, but the beard Is a false one, like mine. I say, old fellow, just hang on to this trail and I'll run down and see what I can find out about the girl." "I am in your empl oy," said the detective, "and will clo just whatever you say. "That's right, and I'll you for everything you do," and old Jack shook hands with .him as he was about to l eave. But before Murray reached the depot he ran across Willie Waterman, who was staggering along the street.nder a heavy load of strong drir;k. -=>!.! c'

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THE BROE:EN PLEDGE. 23 He stopped and looked at him, wondering if there was no way for him to be saved from the fate of a drunkard. Willie came along and lurched against him. "Young man," he said, catching him by the arm and wheeling him around, "you killed your father by drinking. Are you try ing to murder your mother, also"?" Willie was astonished. The voice was familiar to him, but the face was utterly un known. "Eh? Whazzer mazzer?" he replied, looking hard at his questioner. "The matter is that you are drunk again," replied Jack. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself.': "Gimme (hie) er drink," said Willie. "I'm dryer'n a (hie) fish." "Who gave you your drinks?" "Henry (hie) Pelham," he said. "Henry's er (hie) good fellow." "Willie Waterman," said Jack, sternly, "you want to sober up and search for your poor sister, instead of bumming around the saloons. "Eh? (hie) all-all right!" muttered Willie, too drunk to know what he was saying. The whistle of the train was heard and Jack hastened toward the little depot in order to be on time. "He is past redemption," he said, as he boarded the train. "It's no use to waste any time on him. The men w'k? tempted him to his ruin ought to be punished in some way. The train swept on down toward the metropolis, and in a little whnle reached the next station, which was about a mile from the Pelham mansion. Old Jack was somewhat familiar with the country, and so had, no difficulty in knowing which way to go after the train left. He took the road and made his way on foot toward the old stone country seat. He had not been down that way for a long time, and was interested in many things he saw on the tramp. When he arrived at the place he walked boldly up to the front gate, entered and passed up the graveled walk to the broad piazza, where a man was seated smoking a pipe. The two men eyed each other suspiciously for a minute or two, when Jack spoke. "Good afternoon, professor!" The man sprang to his feet and glared at Jack in the great est amazement. I CHAPTER XXL THE DRUNKARD'S 'l'HlRb'l'--WILLIE'S REPENTANCE. The reade:I' will recollect that 'Den Morgan and a couple of friends carried Willie Waterman home after the widow swooned on the street when she heard that her son was drunk instead "'Hello, Will!" exclaimed one of the party, "where are you going?" "I'm going out," was the gruff reply, as he tried to push past them. 'My son-my son," moaned his mother, as they laid her on the bed, "don't leave me! Don t leave your poor mother!" "I'm coming right back, mother," he said, "I won't be gone long." / "Look here, Wlll said one of the men, very ener getically, "you want t6 stay h ere and take care o f your mother. Your sister Is gone no one knows where, and your mother is broken-hearted over her disappearance. To make matters worse you had to go and get blind drunk, thus1leaving her all alone in her trouble. Now if you don't want a coat of tar and feathers from the men of this town you had better stop where you are and attend to your mother." Willie was dumbfounded. He glared at the men and sank down Into a cilair. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," continued the citizen who had.,_ given him such plain talk. "She has been a good mother to you, and ifs your duty to go to work and take care of her, instead of adding to her trouble. Tf you don't let up you'll get a coat of tar r.;1d feathers as sure as you sit there in that chair." "Just gimme one more drink," said Willie, "and I won't touch another drop." One more drink! Why don't you drink water and sober up?" "Oh, I'm burning up for one drink!" he moaned. "Water will put out the fire," said the man, who really didn't know anything about the burning thirst that follows a heavy debauch Willie was left in the hou se with his mother, who was too weak and Ill to hold her head up. He sat there a long time in profound sllende, thinking of what the man had said about a coat of tar and feathers. "I wonder if they would do that?" he said. "Why don't treat other men that way who get drunk sometimes?" Just then hls mothe1"s groans in the next room attracted his attention. "Willie, my son-my son!" she moaned, "come to me. I am dying!" Willie sprang up in great alarm and ran to her bedside. "Motber!" h e called, in a choking voice, "what's the matter?" "I am dying, my son," she feebly replied, her face ghastly white. "Mother!" he gasped, terrified beyond measure, "you must not die! I'll nm for the doctor!" and he seized his hat and bolted out of the room like a fiash and reached the bottom of the fiight of stairs at three bounds. He flew along the street at the top of his speed and reached Lhe physician's office just. as the latter was about to l eave in response to another call. "Doctor, for God's sake go and see my mother!" he cried. of being dead. The widow was carried into a drug store and "She is dying!" attende\l by a physician and kind friends. "Do you know what the matter is?" he asked, eyeing him As soon as she was able to be moved Mrs. Waterman was carsternly. ried home also. When they reached the house they met Willie at the door. He had so far recovered 'trom his drunken stupor as to be able to walk. and his first thought was for his bottle of brandy, which he remembered having with him down on the river bank. "How came my clothes so wet?" he asked himself, as he scrambled to his feet. "Where is my bottle of brandy? How did I get hem, anyhow?" Just then, as he started out in search of another drink, he \vas met at the door by the friends who were bringing his mother home. "Oh, she's dying, doctor! For the love of God go and save her!" "Will Waterman/' said the doctor, solemnly, o physician can cure a broken heart. Medicine cannot reach it. You have broken your mother's heart by your heartless conduct, and if she dies her friends will make Redfern too hot to hold you." "But go and see her, doctor!" pleaded Willie, white as a sheet ani:l trembling all over. "If she dies I will noti survive her!" The drove away in the direction of the old red house in which they lived, and was soon at the bedside of the sick woman. I He soon saw that, while she was in a sinking spell, she was

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. 24 THE BROKEN PLEDGE by no means dying. He promptly administered the proper remedies, and then said to Willie: "She may live, and then again she may not. 'l'he medicine she needs most is hope for the future in you. Her life depends upon your conduct altogether. I tell you, Will Waterman, if yotl were my son who was thus murdering his mother I'd give YOll a dose of arsenic!" I Will hung his. head in shame and then burst into tears. "That's a hopeful sign," muttered the doctor, as he turned And the young mill owner led the way into the private office of the estahlishment. Willie followed him and the door was closed behind him. "What can I do for you?" "I-I-want to borrow some money till I can get work," stammered Willie. "We haven't a thing in the house to eat." "Oh, is that all? How much do you want?" "Only a dollar or two," replied Willie, afraid of a refusal if he asked for more. away. "Certainly-here's five dollars. Get everything you need Whe n the doctor was gone Willie knelt by his mother's bed One c11n't get along without something to eat. Have yo u and, burying his face in the bedclothes, wept as if his heart heard anything of your sister yet?" would break. "No; not a word," stammered Willie, taking the money. "I Mrs. waterman gradually came out of the sinking spell and can't leave mother to hunt for her." lay there with her hand resting on his h e ad, listening to his "How is your mother, and how does she take her disappearsobs. ance ?" She prayed for him only as a mother could pray for a loved "She is very sick, and moans and cries for Nettie all day child, and never before did such bitter tears of anguish and long," repli ed Willie. remorse fall from Willie' s eyes. Never before in all his life "Have you seen anything of Jack Murray in a day or two?" was he more sincere in his determination not to let another drop of liquor pass his lips. As the mother continued to grow better Willie rose to his feet and looked at her. "You are not dying now, are you, mother?" he asked. "I am better now," she replied. "The doctor's medicine seemed to revive me. Oh, my son, my heart is broken. I can not live much longer. I have seen you, my darling boy, lying drunk in the street, with a crowd of boys standing around jeering at you. Oh, God! Can I stand the disgrace of that scene?" "Don't cry, mother!" he sobbed. "It shall never be again." "You have said that before, my son. My poor boy is too weak or too bad, I don't know which." "Mother, I swear before God that I'll never touch, another drop of liquor as long as I live!" exclaimed Willie, al most to desperation by his mother' s words. "Oil, my son, if you would orlly keep that oath. how happy it would make me! I could die content!" "You must not die, mother," saijl he. "You must live and let me make you well and happy As she grew better Willie grew lighter of heart and began busying himself around the rooms.. The thirst for Urink was "No. "Don't know where he is?" "No." "Well, you want to keep an eye on him. He knows more about Nettie's whereabouts than you think. He has not been such a generous friend for nothing. Here, have a drink with me." don't think I-I Ollght to drink any more," said Willie, half hesitatingly. "Why not, pray?" "Because I-er-don't think I ought to," was the reply. "Nonsense! r won't give you a whole bottle, as I did the other day, for I understand you went off and got blind drunk on it. Here, take or!e drink and brace up on it. It will do you good. You can then go and buy your provisions," and' he poured a glass half full of fine brandy and gave it to ll:im. Willie backed away, as if his bette r judgment had asserted itself. But the next moment he took the glass and swallowed its con ten ts. The fiery liquor coursed through every fiber of his system, and in a few minutes he felt like a new1 man. "There, now," said Pelham. as he receiv e d back the glass, "what's the use of getting drunk? When that dies away take so great, however, that he trembled all over like a leaf. He another and keep on your feet like a gentleman. Go and make would look out of the window at one of the saloons down the your purchases now, and if you hear anything of your sister street and wonder if just one drink would hurt him or do any harm. By and by his mother asked for a cup of tea. There was no tea in the house, neither was there any money with which to buy. The fact stared him in the face that starvation was at hand. I'll go and ask Pelham to lend me some money," he said, and" taking up his hat he was soon on his way to the mills to see the man who had tempted him to his ruin. CHAPTER XXII. Jet me know. I am very anxious to know what has become of her. Willie turned and left the office clutching t .he money he had received in his hand. / "Ha, ha, ha!" chuckled Pelham. "That drin,k will start him off on another spree and the mon e y will enable him to keep it up. When the mother is carted off to the poorhouse and the son run out of the village, she will listen to me. They can't hold out much longer. Willie goes downward step by step as fast as I would have him go. H e has nearly reached bottom. A little while longer and h e'll get there. The scheming young mill owner had reasoned like a philos( The one drmk of brandy .he had given the young machinist I 'HE VILLAIN STILL TEMPTS HIS VICTIM-UNDER THE TOWN PUMP. set the fiery thirst all aflame again. Henry Pelhaih was seated in his mill office l ooking over his I paper when Willie Waterman entered. He looked at the young man in silence for a moment or two, as to assure himself that the visitor' s intentions were pacific. Then he laid down the paper and said: Willie felt as if he must have another drink. "Just one more drink," he said to himself. "I'll feel !llUCh better, and then I'll go to the grocer's and buy some tea, ,:;ugar and other things for mother. How glad she will be when she r.ees them in the house. Pelham is a good fellow, and not in the least stuck up b ecause he is rich. Hanged if I don't go to "Good morning, Will." work for him to-morrow and see if I can't get a start and make "Good morning," returned Willie, rather timidly. "Can I a fortune like his." see you a moment?" He went into a saloon and called for a drink of the best "Yes, of course. Come in this way." brandy.

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. Fine brandy was worth double ordinary whisky, and he was in doubt about his customer's financial ability to pay for such expensive fluids. Willie int'itively divined his thoughts, and, throwing the fl Ye-dollar bi11 on the counter, said: "Give me some of your !Jest brandy. I'm in a hurry." The barkeeper was amazed. He set a bottle of good brandy before him and shoved out a glass and drew in the bill. Willie poured out a big drink and gulped it down whilst the barkeeper made change. Thus fortified, Willie went out, pocketing his change, feeling as rich as Vanderbilt and Gould combined. mentors' hands. They held him there with relentless persist ency, the stream pouring steadily into his face. He yelled, then sputltered like a strangling man when the water dashed his mouth. I Great quantities of water found its way down his throat, and in a little while he was the sickest man 1they ever saw. Dragging him out from under the pump, they let him lie on the ground, groaning and writhing. Then he disgorged water and whisky in copious quantities. "That's the way to get all the drunk out of him," said one of the party. "Put him under again. He hasn't half enough yet," and they seized him again and proceeded to place him back under the spout. Tl}e brandy worked rapidly, and, instead of buying pro"Oh, don't-don't-for God's sake don't!" he pleaded. "It visions to carry home to his sick mothe r he went off up the will kill me street to another saloon, intending to have one more drink "Better be killed by water than whisky," said one "Water before going home. is free, whisky costs money! Under with him, boys!" Alas for poor humanity! They thrust him under again, and the cold water drenched He went from one saloon to the other, till he had visited him as he was never drenched before. He yelled and kicked, every one in the village, by whic h time all thought of his but without avail. Then he began to beg, and never did one mother and her helpless, starving condition had passed out of beg more piteously. his mind. 1 It is impossible for one who has never tried it to conceive He drank deeply, and by and by sank down on the floor in the severity of the pump punishment. a corner of one of the saloons. A shower bath is very pleasant for a few minutes-after that During all this time, Mrs. Waterman, too weak to rise, lay it \s not so much so. When one has enough he wants to quit. in bed waiting for her son to return and make h e r a cup of tea. But to continue to take it against the will the most horribl e But he came not, and late in the a f ternoon a kind neighbor punishment that could be inflicted is preferable to it. came in to see how she was and inquire for news of Nettie. "Murder! murder!" screamed Willte at the top of his voice, She told in whispers how long she had been there alone and then some one would grasp him by the hair and pull his waiting for Willie to return with tea and sugar. head backward till the r1l.\.entless steram of water would strike The visitor was astonished. him full in the mouth. \ She ran home and soon returned with a tray of good things Again he was forced to swallow the water till he was utterly for the invalid. waterlogged as the sailors say. She sent word to other neighbors and some of them came to Oh, how sick he was! help the heart-broken mother. One of them reported that "Oh, Lord!" he groaned. "I am drowned! I am killed!" Willie was in a drunken stupor on the floor of one of the "Well, it s e rves you right, you heartless wretch!" cried one saloons down by; the river front. of the men in the party. "You left your sick mother at home to The news soon spread that he had l eft his sick mother to starve and came out to spend money for drink." starve, while he had money with which to fill himself with "Oh, I'll never drink another drop as long as I live," he whisky. groaned. "See here," said one indignant citizen "we want to make an "Oh, we've heard that before. Put him under again, boys." example of this young man." He fell down on his knees and begged so hard, promising "Yes," said another, "and the sooner we do it the better." never to touch liquor again, that they let him up and released A committee of half a dozen men went to the saloon and him. dragged him out to the village pump. He had partially recover e d and was very thirsty for another dri'nk. "Come on! You shall all you can drink," said one of the men, pulling him to tli pump. Somebody work the handle o( that pmp. We are going to wash all the liquor out of him!" Two stalwart men seized the handle of the pump and worked it vigorously. Two more seized Willie and held him under the spout. CHAPTER XX.III. WILLIE RESIBrs TEMPTATION. On being released Willie staggered to his feet. He was per fectly sober-never more so in his life--but was sick and ashamed beyond White as a sheet and drenched to the skin, he staggered away toward his humble home a sadder and wiser man. "Ugh! Don't!" cried Willie. "Drink! Open your fnou t h and take it all in! you a cent! Give him all h e wants, boys!" But he did not forget that he came out to buy provisions f r It won't cost his mother, and stepping into a grocery, he bought such things as he thought were needed finding about three dollars in "Oh, Lord! groa n e d Willie, struggling desperately to ge t from under the cold delu ge of water. But they held him there and the water dashed over him as if laughing mockingly at his suff erings. "Ugh! That'll do! Oh, Lord, do you want to kill me?" he cried. "Oh, no! We want to give you enough to drink, though. Have you got any of it inside of you yet?" "No-let me up!" "Oh, then you must have some," and the y turned him with h is face upward, so th6fwater could strike his mouth. He struggled hard, bt.t was helpless as an infant in his tor-silver change in his pocket with whic h to pay for them. Whilst he was on his way l10me Deacon Collins, who was present at the pump meeting, called out to the crowd: "Fellow citizens we want to follow this thing up and warn the liquor sellers in this town not to sell him liquor, under penalty of th pump." "Yes-yes-that's so!" cried half a hundred men in chorus. "If they would not sell him drinli: he would soon let it alone," exclaimed the deacon. "He was a good boy till they tempted him to drink. His drinking killed his father and caused the ruin of the family. I move that we give any liquor seller a dose of the pump who sells him a drink of liquor afte r tllis day." l

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. '? 26 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. The crowd yelled itself hoarse over the motion, and the news ran through the village like wildfire, and the barkeepers saw that the people meant business. Willie r e ached home as soon as the groceries did, and his mother did not know but what he had been away all the time trying t,.o get the money. "Mother," he said, going to the bedside and taking her hand in his, "I bought some tea, and other things. Here they are. I am sorr<,Y I was gone so long." "I am so glad you have come back," said Mrs. Waterman; "but you are wet. Where have you been?" "I have been in the water, mother," he answered, "but I am all right now. "Did you fall into the river?" she asked, with a mother's solicitude. "Oh, never mind that now, mother. You see I am all right now. I'll change clothes and tell you all about it when you feel better. Shall I make you a cup of strong tea?" "She has had all she ought to have just now," said Mrs. Deacon Collins who was watching by the bedside. "The neighbors brought her something to eat. Willie turi:away and went into his room, where he changed his w e t c l othes for a suit of dry ones. When he cam e out he was white as death and looked too ill to stand on his f e e t. Mrs. Collins' heart was touched ; she poured him a cup of w arm tea and said: "Drink this cup of tea. I think .lt will do you good." "Ah! This is good!" he said as he drank the last drop in tne cup. "Have another cup!" she suggested. He held out the cup. 8he poured it full of tea and then asked in a whisper: How did yon gel so wet?" ''Don't you know? he asked. "No." the men of the town found me drunk and put me under the pump, keeping me there till I was nearly dead. I have had enough. I'll never drink another drop as long as I live. Oh it was awful." "Will you keep that promise?" "Yes-or kill myself." "You need not do that. Keep .that promise for your mother' s sake, Will." She tasted it. "Yes, my son; as good as any one could it. Oh, if you would make it for me every day I would soon get "I'll make it for you every day, mother," he said, bending over and kissing her more affectionately than usual. He then turned his attention to the house and cleaned up the rooms as well and neatly as his sister could have done. His mbther watched him with a surprised feeling, not unmixed w1th joy. It seemed as ii her life was coming back to her ayain, to see how attentive he was to her every want. At noon he went out on the street and walked down to the water's edge. But nobody spoke to him, for which he was very grateful. His humiliation was so great that he did not care to speak to any one. On his way back to his humble home a boy came up to him and put a piece of paper into his hand. He looked at it and read: "WILL: If you want to go to work in the mill you can do so, but you must let liquor alone / "HENRY PELHAM." Will looked at the paper in profound silence for a couple of minutes. Then he thrust it Into his pocket and wended his way homeward. "I won't work for him," he muttered to himself, "for he is the man who has tempted me to drink time and again. No; '{ get work elsewhere, or will go away from Redfern. Oh, if sister were only here to look after her I would go away from the scene of my disgrace." 'He was in this frame of mind when he entered his humble home and proceeded to his mother's room. CHAPTER XXIV. NETTIE'S RESCUE BY JACK MURRAY. Let us now return t o Jack Murray, whom we left in search of the missing Nettie Waterman. The reader will recollect that he was disguised so as to defy l'ecognition. The mesmerist was also disguised, but his crimsoned nose gave him away to the shrewd blacksmith the moment he saw him. "Yes-I will or die," and he repeated the alternative with Jack greeted him on the piazza as professor and was met by suc h force as t o make even the deacon's wife believe that he a cold stare or astonishment. was at lea s t sin cere. "You look ill'?" Y es, I am very s ic k and he sank down into a chair. "Try to keep up, for your mother' s sake!" whispered. Mrs. Colli ns, "and you' ll so on feel better." "Y es I will,' and h e made an extra effort. In another minute h e was walking around the room and trying to shake off the d ispo s ition to tlli:ow himself down and give way to a hope less d espair. Mr s. Collius remained UH another.lady came whom she whispered: "Don't let his mother know wl}at has happened." Then she went away. Will i e soon too ill to stand up any longer. H e went to b o d and t he kind lady gave him a sleeping potion, in a 1:tt1e while he was sleeping like an infant. Watc h e r s remained with the widow all night; but in the morning it was seen that both were much better. "I don't know you, sir," said the mesmerist, "and I am not a professor." "Well, I know youpre not a p r," replied Jack. "Yo u are a humbug, an old fraud. My name is Jack Murray," and he tore off his beard and wig to verify his words-"perhaps you know me now." The mesmerist staggered back as if a stunning blow and thrust his hand into his pocket as if to draw a weapo n of some !rind. Jack did not wait for him to draw. He was too alert for that. He sprang forward and clutched him by the thrqat, hissing In his ear: "If you give me any trouble I'll crush you as I would a fl.ea!" Jack snatched the beard and wig off the villain's head and made sure of his man. Then he gave him time to catch his breath. "Where Is that girl?" he demanded, the moment he saw the man was able to speak. Willi e aros e and busied himself about the house, making a "Wha-what girl?" the mesmerist asked, as if surprised at :fire to cook a light breakfast. the question. He m a de tea for his mother and carried it to her. "Great heavens!" exclaimed Jack. "If you trifle with me I made it myself, mother," he said. "Drink and see if it I'll not leave a whole bone in your body. Where is that girl, is good." sir?"

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 27 "I-don't-know what you mean." Whack! A blow from Jack's fist laid him out again at full length on the floor. Just then the door opened ani;l the old housekeeper appeared, attracted by the noise of the scufile on the piazza. She screamed at the top of her voice. "Keep quiet!" sternly ordered Jack, and he strode forward, passed down the steps and bore Nettie to where the mesmerist lay bound on the grass. Standing her on her feet, he drew his revolver and said to the mesmerist: "I'll give you five minutes in which to break the spell on her. If you don't you'll be a dead man as soon as six bullets can kill "Keep quiet, old lady," said Jack, "and no harm will come you!" to you." "Murder! screamed the old woman at tQ,e top of her lungs, and the hired man came running up to see what the trouble was. "John, John!" said the mesmerist, "I am Judge Campbell." The hired man recognized the voice of the guest of the house, but could not recognize the face after the beard and wig had been removed. He glared at him in profound astonishment, and then at Jack. "He's an old fraud," said Jack. "Just let me attend to him," and he seized him by the collar and jerked him toward the gate as if he were simply a schoolboy. "John, John!" cried the mesmerist, "he'll murder me and all of you if you don't help me!" Jack gave him a blow that stunned him to insensibility. "Here! who are you, sir?" demanded the hired man, going up to Jack in a menacing way. 1 "Just wait till I tie him,'' replied Jack, "and I'll tell you the whole story." The old housekeeper and two maids stood on the piazza and look ed on at the proceedings. "Now," said Jack, turning to John, the hired man, "my name is Jack Murray; I live in Redfern. I am looking for the young lady who was brought here by Henry l'elham and this old rascal--" ''Oh, you are, eh?" hissed John, making a spring at the black smith. Jack was ready for him and gave him a blow that laid him out alongside the mesmerist. When the hired man recovered his wits he found himself a helpless prisoner on the grass. The mesmerist was pale as death and stammered: "Untie me and I will." CHAPTER XXV. A TERRlllLE PUNISHMENT. ) The mesmerist turned ashen-hued when he saw the weapon in the blacksmith's hands. He knew that Jack would not hesitate to shoot if provoked and did not care to give the provocation "Don't shoot!" he tremblingly begged. "I can't break the spell till I get myself under control. I-I-am excited, you eee!" "Yes, I see you are; but you want to get over that as soon as you can." "I will soon get over It if you will please put up that weapon. It might go off." Jack smiled and put the weapon out of sight. "Stand me on my feet," he said to Jack. Jack stood him u'pon his feet near the maiden. "All right! All right, Nettie!" he exclaimed, in very em phatic tones to Nettie. Nettie started and looked hard at him for a moment, to see if she really understood him. "All right! All right!" cried he again. Nettie suddenly looked around with a bewildered expression 011 her face and exclaimed, rubbing her eyes: "Why, where am I?" "You are all right, Miss Nettie," said Jack "I have come to take you back to your mother." "Ladies," said Jack to the women, who k!!Pt up the scream. ing, "what are you making such a fuss about? No harm shall come to any of you. I am not a robber. 1 am come for the She sprang to his side and, clutching his arm, exclaimed: young lady who was brought here the other.,. day. Turn her "WJ:(at's tho matter? What has happened? How did I get over to me and I'll go away at once." "She is upstairs her room," said one of the maids. "Oh, for heaven's sake go away!" "I will as soon as I get her," replied Jack. "Show me the room she Is In." But the girl was too much frightened to do so, and Jack turned to the old housekeeper and said: here?" "You were mesmerized and brought here three or four days ago," said Jack, "and I have just found you and coqipelled the wretch to break the spell on you." "Oh, heavens! / and she glared around at the housekeeper and the two maids. "Where am I now ?" "You are at the hoihe of Henry Pelham's parents," answered .Tack. "If you don't want to go to state prison show me the way to that young lady' s room at once." "Are you his mother?" she asked, turning -suddenly to the His sternness overawed the housekeeper and she hastened housekeeper to obey. "No; I am the housekeeper," she replied. "The family is She led the way upstairs and Jack followed close at her in Europe." heel She looked at Jack and said: Entering the room, Jack saw Nettie standing near a window. She turned her back and stared at him with an expression in her eyes that plainly showed she did not recognize him. "Ah! she ls still under mesmeric influence!" he exclaimed. "I'll break it or kill thJ!.t old wretch out there on the grass. Come, Nettie! come home. Your mother waits for you." But she simply stared at him, making no reply. Jack stepped forward and took her in his arms like an In fant. Then he led the way downstairs, the old housekeeper following him. Out on the piazza the two young women were still scream ing. "I remember meeting l\Ir. Pelham on the street, and was talk ing to him when a man ca1'1e up whom he introduced as Judge Campbell. I don't remember any more till now.'' "That Judge Campbell was no other than the rascally old mcsmerist who had do!!e poor '\'\'Jill so much harm. He was disguised, and the whole thing-Was a job to get you in the power of Henry }'elham." The old housekeeper here stepped forward and said: "I am astounded to hear all this, sir. l\lr. Pelham came here with that man and the young lady and said he was Judge Campbell and that she was his niece. That is all we knew"' ai:>out it here."

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28 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. "I believe you," said Jack, and then, turning to John, the The brave, strong old man had won her confidence by hlb hired man, asked: "And what have you to say? Did you rugged self-reliance and faithful devotion in his friendship. know anything about this business?" They reached the station and waited there an hour for a "No-nor do I care anything about it," was the surly reply. train to take them to Redfern. "Li you'll giyp me half a chance I'll take the freshness out of It came along, and just as they were about to get aboard you in just two minutes." Ja c k naw Henry Pelham get off, having run up from the city, "Jack turned io Nettie and said: whither he had gone to allay suspicion. "Stand aside, Nettie, till I give the rascal the lesson he has "Ah! there's Pelhafu. We will wait for the next train, Netneglected to learn in the past. I believe he knew all about tie." his maste r 's rascality, and I intend to give him the thrashing Nettie said nothing. he deserves.'.' She was willing to .wait as long as he wished. Nettie believed so implicitly in the rugge d blacksmith that "Ah, Pelham!" exclaimed J ack, as he l e d Nettie p in front she stepped aside and saw him pull off his coat without utter-of him; "you s ee we are waiting for you." ing a word. Pelham ,;taggered as if struck a heavy blow a d turned .lack cut the cords that bound John and the latter sprang to deathly pale. his feet like an enraged tiger. "You didn't expect to s ee us here, did you?" continued Jack, In less than two minutes he was ready to giv up, but Jack a sardonic smile 011 his face. wouldn't let him. "Stand up and take it like a man," said Jack. "I want to knock some of that freshness out of you." "Oh, don't hit him any more," pleaded one of the chambermaids, with tears in her eyes. ( "Do you think he has had enough?" Jack asked. "Yes, sir; more than enough." "You don't think it was very wrong to treat a lady so, then?" "Oh, I don t think John knew any more about it than we did," replied the maid. "Why did he attack me as he did, then?" "I-I-really-don' t know, sir," she stammered. "I knew nothing about it," said John. j1'hen why did you attack me ai; you did the moment I said was looking for the lady?" "Because I didn't believe your story," replied John. "I believe you are lying," said Jack, "but as I've 115iven you a lesson you won't soon forget, I'll let up on you. As for you, professor, I'm going to give yo u a trouncing that'll knock the mesmerism out of you." "Perdition!" gasped "Yes; that's it exactly," said Jack. "I have walloped your hired man and given 'Judge Campb e ll' one hundred lashes on the bare back. Now l am r ea dy to settle with you," and the old blacksmith's eyes snapped as he spoke. 'rhere were only a half dozen people about1 the little station after the train left, and they were too busy to look about muc h. "We can settle th matte r between us, can we not?" Pelham asked "Between you and I?" the blacksmith asked. "No; between her and me. I am willing to make her my wife." Old Jac k Murray was astonished. He looked at Nettie, who was pale as death. "I leave that with her," said he, after a pause. "I will not marry him," imid Nettie. "I would rather die than marry him." "Sensible to the l ast! exclaimed Jack. "He is not capable "Please don't strike me." pleaded the wretch. "I'd rather of making any true woman a good hubsband." have the law take its course." "Come back to the house," said Pelham, "and we can talk "Oh, no. l'll draw your shirt and give you one hundred lashes on the ba.re back." it--" "No-no-no!" cried Nettie. "Not there-not there! "Oh, don't do that here!" cried the women. Mr. Murray, do plea se take me home!" Oh, "No; I'll take him to the woods," said Jack. "Come on!" "Yes-home it is. Henry Pelham, I'll see you in Redfern to-and he took the mesmerist by the arm and le'd him away morrow. I am not afraid of your getting away. Do you see toward the woods, across the road that ran by the gate. that man standing out the re?" Nettie went with him. She kept close by his side like a Pelham glanced in the
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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 29 v, .... Old Jack stood by and looked on with a sober self-control that moved one of the ladies to ask: "Where did you find her, Mr. Murray?" "At the house of an acquaintance. She has been saie all the time." "But why did she go away in such a strange manner?" "She can explain that at the proper time. Don't ask her any questions now. Let her and her mother be to themselves to-day." 'I'he ladies took. the hint and in a little while retired. Jack started to leave also, but Nettie ran and brought him back. "Mother," she said, 'Mr. Murray saved me and brought me back. Oh, how can we ever thank him for what he has done?" "He has been a friend to us, indeed," said Mrs. Waterman. "God knows how much I thank. him, and how earnestiy I pray that all the blessings of heaven may rest upon his head." "I have tried to do what I thought was right," said Jack, "and don't think I deserve a.ny thanks for that. Where is Will?" ''He went out a few minutes since," said Mrs. Waterman. "Oh, Mr. Murray, he hasnt touched a drop of drink in two days now, and is so kind to me!" rs that so?" exclaimed Jack, greatly surprised. ".Yes. I hear him coming up now." Willie came upstairs on a run. He had just heard that Nettie had come back. "Nettie! -Nettie!" he cried, bounding into the room. "Oh, brother!" and the next moment they were clasped in each other's arms. ''.Where did you find her, Jack?" Willie asked. ''I'll tell you by and by, Will," said Jack. "How have you been?" 'Bad enough, Jack. day b fore yesterday." They put me under the town pump "Good Lord'." "Yes; it was awful but it cured me. ether drop as long as r live." "Can you keep that, Will?" I'll never drink an"I am going to try very hard. The disgrace of the pump, to say nothing of the terrible punishment, was enough for me.'' 'You want to work hard and keep away from temptation," said the blacksmith. "You had better go to work for me." "I will-and will stick to you as long as I can sling the hammer." "Oh, what would we do but for you?" cried Nettie, turning to the blacksmith. You have kept us from starving, saved me, and now we even earn the bread we eat at your hands." "Don't talk about it," said Jack. "Try to think of something else. Will and I will go to work to-morrow morning." 'But I must work, too," said Nettie. "I can't let brother support me in idleness." "Oh, you'll have enough to do at present in keeping house and nursing your mother. She needs good nursing more than medicine. Besides, the responsibility will make .Will be more careful than he has been." The detective looked at him in some and went to him. "How mu<'h do you want to drop this thing?" Pelham asket. "I want one thousand dollars," was the reply. ''I'll give it. Come to the house and I'll give you my check." "I don't want any check. They could trace it up to me if I took a check Give me the money and I''.l drop it." "Go to the city with me, then, and I'll get it.". "All right; I'll do that." I They took the next down train and in a couple of hours were in the city. Pelham went to his banker and drew out one thousand dol lars; which he gave to the detective. "Good-bye," said the latter, "and be careful you don't give me away. I shall say you gave me the dodge." "Yes. I won't s a word of this," returned the villain. The detective walked away a!!d Pelham breathed free again. But he was not aware that the detective had given the cue to another, who began shado:wing where the other left off. "I shall get out of the country now," he said to himself, "and stay away till my lawyer settles the business for me." He went to the Grand Central Devot and bought a ticket for Canada. As he was about to enter the cars a man tapped him on the sho ulder and said: "You are wanted in Redfern, Mr. Pelham." "Who the deuce are yoy ?" "I am a detective." That was enough He then knew that he had no way of escaping his fate. "Do you want to take 10e he asked. "I am to arrest you if you attempt to go anywhere else," was the r eply. j "Very well; I'll go there." "And I'll see that you do." They both boarded another train, 'and in a couple were in the village of Redfern. -Pelham went direct to the office and looked correspondence. of hours over his 'l 'he next day old Jack Murray and his lawyer called on him in the private office of the mill. At the same time the detective received notice from his partner that his job was finished. The moment Jack Murray entered the office with his lawyer Pelham's heart sank like a lump of l ead in h i s bosom. "Are you ready to talk business, Henry Pelham?" the black-smith asked. I "Yes. What are your terms?" "Well, /you'll pay the sum of $10,000 or go up the river," said Jack. "I'll pay half that." "You will pay every doilar of it or go up the rive r Then, in addition, you will pay $500 detective You might have l.ieen stripped of your fortune and worn a convi ct's suit in the bargain." "How do I know that she will get the mon e y and not prose "Yes-stay here and nurse mother," said WilHe, "and I'll do c ute?" the outside work. People will talk you to death if you go out "You must take my, word for that, and this gentleman h e r e to work now will attend to the writing. You are not i n a position to eithe r "Well, I'll do as you say," and Nettie kissed her mother a nd kick or ask questions brother in token of her satisfaction with the arrangement. Jack was too much for him, and in the end he agreed to pay CHAPTER XXVII. PELHAM MAKES AN EPFORT TO ESCU'E, BUT FAILS-HE PAYS FOH HlS WORK. the sum demanded. "You want to send a m esse n ge r for .th e mon e y," said the blacksmith, "and lose no time about it. "The money is h e r e in the 10ill s afe," sai d P e lham. "Very well So muc h the better We shall lose but little On seeing that he was shadowed by a detective, Henry Peltime." ham beckoned to him after the train had left. "But I want to see her before I pay it.

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30 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. "That you c an t do. She will not see you again under any circumstances I am to pa y the n without knowing whether she consents to the s ettle m ent or not?" You w ill have to pay on my promise that she will not pros ecute," add e d Jack, "and no man in Redfern. believes that .1ack Murra y would tell a lie." The writ i n gs were drawn up and duly sign ed, and then the money was paid the old blacksmith t aking charge of it. After they w ent away Pelham rubbed his hands with satis faction. "They could have c laimed a much larger sum," he said, "for it was c heap for m e at double the money." The black smith went direct to the bank and placed th mon e y to the credit of Netti e Wate rman. The banke r was astonished, but made no remark. From the b anl;: he went to the home of'the widow and sat down to talk with mother and daughter. "Nettie has just finished telling me her story," said Mrs. Waterman. .,., CHAPTER xxvm. WlLLIE WATER.MAN AND HENRY l'ELllAllI MEET-A KNOCK DOWN A few days after Nettie Waterman r eturne d home tJ:ie family moved into a lovely cottage whi c h ov e rlook e d the river and was surrounded by a beautiful fio;wer g a rd e d. On every hand were beautiful flower beds, and s e v eral huge oaks cast a reheshing shade across the yar d Nettie had purc hased it at the suggestion o f her mothe r, and they mov e d into it at once. Mrs. Waterman soon rec overed h e r h ealth, for she saw her two children happy and contented on c e more Willie was working with Jack Murray, and had not touch e d a drop of strong drink since his terrible pump exp e rience. He no long e r w ent out of ev e nings, but r e m a i n ed at home Everybody knew and liked old Jack, and Willie had struggled so hard to get on that people were disposed to help him as much as possible. "She did wise to tell you," he replied, "but you should not While Willie was thus rising again in the so cial s cale Henry say anything about it to your friends yet a while. I have just Pelham was going down. Some of his b es t friends forsook left H enry P e lh a m and have s e ttled the cas e with him." him wh e n the news came out about his ab d uction of Nettie settled it! exclaimed the widow, "and he won't go to prison W a t e rman. They were fathers of daughte rs, and d i d not dare for it?" r e ceive him soc i all y for fe _ar their wi ves w ould blow them up. "No. I m a d e him pay the sum of $10,000 to Nettie, and it is now in the b ank t o h e r c redit. Here's the b a nk-book," and he handed the book tp Nettie, who looked at it like one in a dream. He drank worse than ever, and sev eral times w a s seen reeling through the streets of Redfern. He is going down," said old Jack one da y as he passed the shop. "Yes," said Willie. "He will r e ap the harvest he sowed for She could scarc e ly believe her eyes. Yet there were the others. figures, and s h e r e ally h a d $10,000 in the bank! "Oh, mother!" she cried, springing up and throwing her arms around her mother' s neck, "I am so glad for your sake. I do not regret suffering as I did now that you can have eas e and comfort the r est of your days." Tears of joy s treamed down their f aces, and when Willie came in he was made a c quainted with the story. Like any brother would h. been under the circumstances, he was in a towering rage. But Jack reasoned with him, and in a little while he cooled down. "But I'll thrash him if he ever speaks to rue again, he said. You want to keep a good watch of yourself," said Jack, "and never forget that your drinking brought all the trouble ou the family. Instead of watching Pelham, look out for your self." "Yes," said his mother; "let him alone and attend to your work." r "Hadn' t we better move away from Redfern?" Willie asked. No," said Jack. "The puro.p story will follow you wherever you go. Stay here and live down the disgrac e like a man." "Yes,'' said Nettie. "You can have a shop of your own, now. I want to see you live down the past." "I'll do it," said Willie. "We'll move from this house "YeJ?; we'll buy a home now said his mother. The next da y Willie and Jack went to worl1: in the shop, as though nothing had h a p p ened to mar the current of their lives. But the news of the abduction and settlement got out, and gossips all over the village flocked in every direction to pick up every little poin t afloat. But Pelham would answer no que s tions and Jack looked ugly wlien ev e r the matler was mentioned to him. Willie would say nothing, but Mrs. \Vaterman soon admitted all, and then it becam e known that Nettie was worth $10 000 in clean cash Then n early ev ery young man in the village began to pay court to h e r. The y came at all hours and met her at every corner. But she would have none of them, and they sighed in vain for a smile. Willie bad nev e r spoken to him afte r Nettif s r eturn, though P elham had tried to renew his ass o c i ation w i t h him. 'rime passed on, and it was s aid that P elham was under the influ e nc e o f drink ne arly all the time One eve ning Willie and Nettie w e r e returning from a visit to some friends and :nlet hiIIJ on the stre et H e llo Will!" he called, a s h e l \ u s h e d f o rward to shaks b ands with him. "Glad to (hie ) meet you L etsh be (hie) f riends, an-" "Get out of my way, Henry Pelham!" said Willie, sternly, and let us pass." "Get out of (hie) your way!" yelled P e lham. ''I'm a better man than the (hie) whole family of you! and he snapped his fingers i n Willie's face. Quick as a fiash of lightning Willie knock e d him down, and then, taking Nettie's hand in his, said: "Come on sister. I've long wante d a chance to give him that blow. Come away quick, for I am afraid I'll do him harm if he gives me much provocation Oh I am sorcy you struck him, brother, said Nettle, running along by his side. Why?" Be c ause the whole town will be talking about it to-motrow." Well, let em talk. They'll say I served him right." Yes; but I hate to have people mingling my name with h i s." "So do I; but it can't be helped now If I hadn' t knocked him down he would have been insulting you in a week or two The best way to do is to teach su c h men that they can't insult people with impunity." The matter not be c oming public, nothing more was heard of it, and Willi e went on the ev e n t enor of his way. On the n ext Sunday ev ening, how ev e r, a s Will i e was return ing from church-Nettie having remai n e d at home on account o f rain-he was s e ized b y four men and hurried away in the darkness with great prec ipitation. / Willie resisted with all his might, but his arms were held by two strong men, whilst another behind pushed him on a run.

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THE BROKEN PLEDGE. 31 l!'our to one were too many, and he soon found it out. "Well, take hold here-one for each arm and leg-and we'll "What does this mean?" he demanded, as theY. kept him on soon get him there." the run. / They took hold of him, and then discovered that one of They made no reply, for fear of being known by their voices. their number was missing. He could see in the dark just enough to make out that their "Why, where's 'l'om ?" one askecl. faces were black. "Tom-Tom!" called one of the others. But he knew intuitively that tliey were not negroes, but "Why, where did he go?" one asked. "He was with us when white men with blackene d faces. That discovery filled him 1 we fell. Oh, I guess that's him th e," and the man stepped with undefined fear. If they did not mean serious business back and touche d a body with his foot. why should they take such precaution even on a dark night? One placed his hand over his heart and held it there for a Willie was alarmed, but c ool. He1 believed his life in danger, and resolved to sell it as dearly as possible. To throw them off their guard to some extent he made up his mind not to make any resistance till such time as he saw a chance to do so successfully. he ceased to resist and ran along with them across a field toward a piece of woods beyond. When tney spoke it was only in whispers, and Willie tried in vain to make out who they were. Suddenly on e of the men who had him by the arm stumbled and fell to the ground. Quick as a flash Willie tripped the other one, knocking his feet from under him. But his own foot slipped and he fell with him. As he fell his hand came in with a stone weighing some eight or ten pounds. He clutched it with the eagerness of a drowning man grasp ing at a straw, and, struck one of his assailants on the head with all his might. The man uttered a groan and went down like a log. The other three threw themselves on him and in a moment he ::fS disarmed. Then they proceeded to bind him, hands and feet. minute or so. Then he sprang up and exclaimed: "Tom's dead fellows!" "What! Dead?" "Yes; his heart doesn't beat. I remember now that Will hit him on the head with a stone just as we threw ourselves on him. He must have killed him with that stone." "Shall we ieave him here?" "Yes-leave 'em both here-no, we must take 'em both down into the village and leave 'em lying near each other. It will look more like a quarrel and fight it we do." They tookj.lp the two bodies and made their way down into one of the J'nfr equented streets of the village and laid them down near a rocky place and left them there. Then they crept away in the darkness and were seen by no one in the village that night. CHAPTER XXIX. CONCLUSION. After the villains left Willie where they laid h m the pitiless 'What does this outrage mean?" he demanded again. rain came down in torrents. B1t au c h was the quantity of They laughed at hilll, but made no reply. whisky they had forced down his ;hroat that he was insensible Then he yelled: to it all. "Murder! Help!" at the top of his voice. It was nearly daylight when he rec overed suftlciently to know that he was lying on the ground in a pool of mud and "The deuce!" exclaimed one of the men. "Gag him and put / water. a stop to that!" 'l'hey placed a gag in his mouth, and thus effectually put a stop to his speech. "Now give me that can," said one, in a whisper, reaching out and taking a half gallon oil can from the one nearest him. He inserted the small spout into Willie's mouth, under the gag, and began pouring its contents down his throat. Willie knew from its taste and smell that it was whisky, and very poor stuff at that. He refused to swallow it and let it run out of his mouth. Then one of them held his nose to prevent breathing without swallowing. "Ha-ha-ha!" chuckled one of the villains, in a low tone. "He likes it-listen how he swallows it!" The fluid ran down his throat in a stream. He could not b 'reathe without swallowing it, and by that mea:ns they suc ceeded in pouring enough down him to make three or four men drunk. The gag as removed and he groaned under the terrible strain he had been subjected to. He was also conscious of a burning thirst suclt as he had never felt before. His head throbbed, too, as if it wanted to explode with a tremendous report. He rose to his feet, the mud and water dripping from his Sunday suit of clothes a he did so, and staggered off down the street. As he walked, or rather staggered along, he felt something bulky in his pocket. On feeling there he found a bottle. It contained whisky. He drew the cork and drank copiously of its contents. Then he staggered away, going he knew not where. By and by he sank down to the grou(ld again, having been 'overcome by the liquor he had drank. An hour later he was found there on the street by some work ingmen on their way to their daily labor. "It' s Will Waterman!" exclaimed one, in utter amazement. "So it is," said another. "Lord, what a case of dead drunk it is." "Jack Murray ought to know of this," said the first speaker. "Poor Will! He's bound to die, it seems, in the gutter." Ten minutes later he was so muc h under the influence of the Murray's quarters were only a short distance away, and one vile -stuff that had been poured down his throat that he began of the men ran over there to tell him of Will's whereabouts to talk and threaten. Then they laughed and no longer took pains to disguise their voices "That's the greatest drunk I ever saw," said one. "Yes," said another, "and he'll keep it up of his own accord when he wakes up in the morning." "Yes, that's so We'll have to carry him, for his legs are as limber as if they had no bones in them." and conditjon. Old Jack was just getting up from his breakfast. "Will drunk again?" he exclaimed. "It can't be!" "But he is, and lying there on the street. I guess he's been :here all night." Jack went with the man and found that his story was true. There lay Will in a cfead drunk, and It looked as if he had lain there all night.

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32 THE BROKEN PLEDGE. He took him up on his shoulder and carried him to his own room and laid him on the floor. "It's bad business," he said, shaking his head "The mes meris t cannot have been here, for Will knows him. I'm afraid Will is bound to go under in spite of all we can do. I'll hold oll to him and give him one more trial." "Ah! Here's a watch-key!" exclaimed Jack, picking up a gold watch-key. "Yes, and I know it, too," said the judge, taking the key and closely inspecting it. "My own son gave it to Bill A lli s on last year. Here are Allison's initials-'W. J. A.'" Willie and Jack l ooked at it in amazement. An hour late r Ben Morgan ran in and said: "Have you heard the news? Tom Weeks has They, too, reco ll ected seei n g Allison wearing t h e key o n hi s been f ou nd watch-chain on Hill street dead as a herring, with his skull crushed in!" "Good Lord!" exclaimed .Tack, in dumbfounded amazement. "What's broke loose in Red fe rn, anyhow?" J ack went to the drug store-and procured some ammonia and prepared a drink that would sober up a man i n ten min ut es, if he could drink it. He gave it to Willie when he got up, and in ten m i n utes he was as sober as he ever was. "How's this, Will?" he asked. Will looked at Jack, and then at his bedragg l e d s u i t. "Jack," he said, "I've been very d r unk." "I should say so," returned Jack. "But I didn't drink any liquor voluntarily, J ack," said W ill, leaning on a corner of a table, "and I want you o believe me when 1 say so." "Well, how did you arink it, then?" "'Uhrough the spout of a can-a kerosene oil can, for I smelt the oil at the time. Last night, as I was going home from the church in a misty rain, I was seized by four men at the corner of River and Hill streets and rushed over the hill across the Benson field toward the woods. Just before we got to the woods I managed to see that they were white men with black ened fac es They spoke in whispers to keep me from recog nizing their voices. One of them stumbled and fell I tripped another and we went down together. My hand stru ck a stone as big as a I seized it and struck one of them on t h e head. I'll bet it killed him, for I felt the skull crush under it as I h e ld the rock in my hand. The next moment they bound, gagged me and poured whisky down my throat till I was dead drunk." I "Good heavens, wm. exclaimed Jack; "Tom Weeks was found dead this morning with his skull crushed just that way!" "Tom Weeks?" "Yes "Good Lord, what could Tom wan t t o play me suc h a t r ick for? I never did him any harm in my life.'' "You served him right, anyway. Did you recognize any o ne's voice in the party?" "No; though I tried hard to d o so; but they only spoke in whispers all the time." "Well I'll bet that Henry Pelham was at the bottom of the whole affair '! hey wanted to make you blind drunk and l e ave you in the public street so as to disgrace you. Pelham is after revenge for that knockdown you gaYe liim the other night.'' Jack went home with him and consoled the widowed mot her with the assl,lrance that Will was all right and not to blame. Will changed his clothes and went out on the street with "It was torn off in t h e stru ggle," said the judge "I t hink he will tell the w h ole truth when he is confr onted with t h is T h ey made t h ei r way dow n t o t h e judge's office agai n w h ere Allison was sent for. He came to the office as p a l e as death. "Is that your watch key?" the judge asked. "Yes-that's mine.'' "It was found where T o m weeks was killed last nigh t," said the j udge "What exp lanation have you to give?" Here Allison broke dow n and gave t h e who l e l5usi ness aw ay. Henry Pelham was o n e of t h e party and t h e instigator of it. T h e judge ca ll ed at the mill t o see Pel ham, b u t h e was no t in. T h e news sp r ea d t hat Allison had confessed. Pelham heard it and rushed t o a t rain which was just coming in. He made his escape from the country, leaving instructions t o his attorneys to wi n d u p his business for him. The othe r two men were sent to state prison for a term o f ye:ars for thei r participaticlh i n the assault on Waterman. By the advice of h is lawyer Willie sued Pelham for heavy damages Pelham di d not appea r to defend it, and so the nrdict was for Willie. He obtained a j udgment fo r $10,000 against him, and it was paid. With that sum W ill ie we n t i n to a business with old J ac k whic h soon made him a large fortu ne. But h e neve r to u c h ed liquor again. T h e Broke n P l edge in the frame on the w all was kept covered with black crape, and he never r enewed it. The sad histo r y of the past came up before his mind's eye every time he looked at it. A year later old Jack married Nettie Waterman, t o the sur prise of everybody in the village. A dozen y oung men we r e knocked out comp l etely !Vhen they heard o f it. It was a happy marriage, notwithstanding t h e difference in yea r s of hu sband a n d wife, a n d now three c h ild ren b l ess t heir home W ill ie mar ried a year later, and is o ne o f t h e most r espected men in Redfern, t h oug h he once broke his ple d ge and we n t DOWNWARD, STEP D Y STE!', to t h e g utter. THE END Read the next number (109) of "Pluck and Luck," en titled "OI,D DISASTER; OR, THE PERILS OF THE PIONEERS," by An Old Scout. .SPECIAL NOTICE-All back numbers of this week-Jac k. The population was very much excited over the mysteri ous death of Tom Weeks. ly are always in print. If y ou cannot obtain them Willie met Judge Wilson and said he wanted to see him in his office. All three went there, and in a few minutes he put all from any newsdealer, send the price in money or the facts into the judge's possession. postage stamps by mail to They went to the spot where Willie said he was seized, and then followed the trail over the hill, finding traces now and then which the rain had not obliterated. TOUSEY Publi s her, "Ah!" said Willie, coming to a stop near a r ough pla ce, "I :24 Union Square New York City, thinlc is where we stumbled and fell.'' and you will receive the copies you order by return "Here's signs of tfacks in abundance, said t h e j u dge, l o okiI1.g around the spot. mail

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PLUCK LUCI C ON'l1AINS ALL SOR11S O F STO RlES 8'l10 R Y ()OMPLE'l1E 32 PAGES. BEAUTIFULLY COLORED COVERS. PB.ICE 5 CENTS. L A'.rES'.r ISSUES. 14 Lost Jn the Alr; or, Over Land and Sea, by Allyn Draper 15 '.L'he Little Demon; or, Plotting Against the Czar, by Howard Austin 16 Fred l 'arrell, the Barkeeper s S o n by Jno. B. Dowd 17 Slippe ry Ste ve the Cunning Spy of the Revolution, by General Jas. A Gordon 18 Fred Flame, the Hero of Greystone Ko. 1 by Ex Fire Chief Warden 19 Harry Dare; or, A Xew York Boy in the Navy, by Col. Ralph Fenton 20 Jac k Quick, the Boy Engineer, by Jas. C. Merritt' 21 Doubl equlck, the King Harpooner; or, The Wonder of tl\e Whalers, by Capt. Thos. H Wilson 22 Rattling Rube, the Jolly Scout and Spy. A Story of the Revolution, by General Jas. A. Gordon 23 In the Czar' s Service; or, Dick Sherman in ltussla, by Howard Austin 24 Ben o' the Row!; or, The Road to Ruin, by Jno. B. Dowd 25 Kit Carson, the King of the Scouts, by an Old Scout 26 The School-llo:v Explorers ; or, Among the Ruins of Yucatan, by Howard Austin 27 The Wide Awakes; or, Burke Halliday, the I'ride of the Volunteers, by Ex l!'lre Chief Warden 28 The I!'rozen Deep ; or, Two Years In the lee,._ by 1.;apt. Thos. H. Wilson 29 The Swamp Rats; or, The Boys Who Fought for Washington, by General J as. A. Gordon 30 Around the World on Cheek. by Howard Austin 31 Rushwhacker Ben; or, The Union Boys of 'l'ennessee, by Col. Ralph Fenton 32 'l'he Rival Roads; OJ:, From Engineer to President, by Jas. C. l\Ierritt 33 The Boy Volunteers; or, The Boss Fire Company of the Town, by Chief Warden 34 From Bootblack to Senator; or, Bound to Make His Way, by Hai Standish 35 Happy Jack, the Daring Spy. A Story of the Great Rebellion, by General Jas. A Gordon 36 Bob the Waif. A Story of Life In New York, by Howard Austin 37 Two Years on a Raft. by Capt. Thos. H. Wilson 38 Always Heady; or, The Best Engineer on the Road, by Jas. C. Merritt 39 Out With Buft'alo Bill; or, Six New York Boys In the Wild West, by an Old Scout 40 The Ghosts of Black Clift' Hall, by Hal Standish 41 The Island King; or, The Realms of the Sea, by Berton Bertrew 42 Rory of the Hills; or, 'l'he Outlaws of Tipperary, b:v Corperal Morgan Rattler 43 Columbia: or, The Young Firemen of Glendale, by Ex Fire Chief Warden 4 t Acros8 the Continent in the Air. by Allyn Draper 45 The Wolf Hunters of Minnesota, by Jas. C. Merritt 4fl Lar1y 1,ee, the Young Lighthouse Keeper, by Capt. '.rhos. H. Wilson 47 'l'he White World; or, '.L'he Slaves of Siberia, by Howard Austin 48 Tom. the Boy F1ne:ineer, by J as. C. Merritt 49 The White Boy Chief ; or, The Terror of the North Platte. by an Old Scout 50 l'bantom Fireman; or, The Mystery of Mark Rowland's Life. by Ex Fire Chief Warden 51 'l'he Magic Mountain. A Story of Exciting Adventure, by Howard Austin 52 The Lost Treasure Ship; or, In Search of a 1'1illion in Gold by Capt. Thos. H. Wilson 53 The Red Caps; or, The Fire Boys of Boylston, by Ex Fire Chief Warden 54 A Scout at 16; or, A Boy's Wild Life on the l!'rontier. by an Old Scout 55 Ollie, the Office Boy; or, The Struggles of a Poor Waif. 60 The lloy Mall Carrier; or, Government Service ln Minnesota, by an Old Scout 61 Roddy, the Call Boy; or, Born to Be an Actor, by Gus Williams 62 A at Sixteen; or, Through Flame and Smoke, by Ex F'ire Chief Warden 63 Lost at the South Pole: or, The Kingdom of Ice, by Capt. 'l'hos. H. Wlls'ln 64 A Poor Irish Boy; or, Flghtlng H's Own Way, b'[ Corporal Morgan Rattler 65 Monte Cristo, Jr. ; or, The Diamonds o the llorgias, by Howard Austin 66 Robinson Crusoe, Jr., by Jas. C. Merritt 67 Jack Jordan of New York; or, A Nervy Young American, by Howard Austin 68 '.L'he Block Honse Boys; or, The Young Pioneers of the Great Lakes. by an Old Scout 69 From Bootblack to Broker; or, The Luck of a Wall Street Boy, by a Retired Rroker 70 Eighteen Diamond Eyes; or, The Nine-Headed Idol of CeyIon, by Berton Bertrew 71 Phil, the Boy Fireman; or, Through Flames to Victory, b'l Jo:x l'lre Chief Warden 72 The Boy Silver King; or, The Mystery o 'l'wo Lives, by Allyn Draper 73 The Floating School ; or, Dr. Blrcham's Bad Boys' Academy, by Howard Austin 74 Frank Fair In Congress; or, A Bov Among Our Lawmakers. by Hal Standish 75 Dunning& Co., the Boy Brokers, by a Hetlred Broker 76 'l'he Rocket ; or. Adventures in the Alr, by Allyn Draper 77 The First Glass; or, The Woes of Wlne, by Jno. B. Dowd lS Wlll, the Whaler, by Capt. 'l'hos. H. Wilson 7'9 ,'1.'he Demon of the Desert, by J as. C. l\ferrltt SQ Captain Lucifer; or, The Secret of t h e Slave Shlp, by Howard Austin 81 Nat o' the Night, by Berton Bertrew 82 The Search for the Sunken Ship, bf. Capt. '.l'hos. H Wllsoa 83 Dick Duncan; or, The Blight of the Bow by Jno. n. Dowd 84 Daring Dan. thP. Pride of the Pedee, by General Jas. A. Gordor. 85 The Iron Spirit ; or, The Mysteries of the Plains. by an Old Sco:.it 86 Rolly Rock: or. Chasing the Mountain Bandits, by Jas. C. Merritt 87 Five Years ln the Grassy Sea, by Capt. Thos. H Wilson 88 The Mysterious Cave. by Allyn Draper 89 The Fly-by-Nights; or, The Mysterious Riders of the R evo-lution, by Berton Bertrew 90 The Golden Idol, by Howard Austin 91 The Red House; or, The Mystery of Dead Man's Bluft', by Jas. C. llferrltt 92 The Discarded Son ; or. The Curse of Drink. by J no. B. Dowd 93 General Crook's Boy Scout ; or, Beyond the Sierra Madres. by an Old Scout 94 The Bullet Charmer. 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Arnold's Shadow; or, The '.rraltor's Nemesis, by Allyn Draper by Howard Austin. 57 Fli:hting With Washington; or, The Boy Regiment of the Hevolutlon, by General Jas. A. Gordon 58 Dashing Dick, the Cadet; or, Four Ye1ns at W est Point, by Howard Austin 59 Stanley's Boy Magician; or, Lost In Africa, by Jas. C. Merritt 108 The Broken Pledge ; or, Downward, by General Jas. A. Gordon Step by Step. by J no. B. Dowd For sal e b y all news d ealers. or E'ent postpaid on r eceipt of price, 5 cents per copy b y FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square. New York. THIS GIVES YOU FAIR WARNING! That all the Numbers o f t h e Bes t W e eklie s P u blished are alvvays in prin t a n d can be obtained from this office direct, if you cannot procure them from a n y nevvsdealer. Cut out and fill in the fo llovving Order Blank and send i t to us vvith the price o f the b ooks you vvant and we vvill sen d them to you. b y return mail. Postage Stamps taken the same as money. 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