Little Robert Emmet, or, The Whiteboys of Tipperary

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"Here's one blow for you, tyrant!" cried Little Robert Emmet, as he dashed at the big officer and dealt him a blow that sent him reeling from his horse; "but you must live to get more!" Colonel Baldwin struck his head in. falling. r ..

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PLUCK AND LUCK lasect WeeklJ'-8ubscrtptlon price, $3.l!O per yen; Canada, $4.00; Foreign, $4.l!O. Harry E. Wollf, Publlsher, lot Wt 23d Street, New York. N. T. Entered as Second-Class Matter, February 10, 1918, at the Post-Olllce at New York, N. Y under the Act ot March 3, 1879. NI!>. 1195 NEW YORK, APRIL 27, 1921. Price 7 cents. Little Robert Emmet OR, THE WHITEBOYS OF TIPPERARY BY ALLYN DRAPER. CHAPTER I.-The Picture. "Heffernan, take down that picture. How dare you have the likeness of such an infernal rebel hanging up there?" The speaker was a large man over fifty, with a fierce, brutal countenance, and he wore the uniform of a colonel of militia. That picture was a likeness of the famous Robert Ewmet, one of Ireland's noblest patriots, who had perisl;.ed on the scaffold about fifteen years before. The man thus addressed was the landlord of "the tavern, and he was a quiet-looking person of forty about medium height, whose only personal attraction was a pair of merry blue eyes. "Why, colonel," answered Tom Heffernan, "what h
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2 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET "Colonel Baldwin, I warn you that you will suffer for any outrage you offer me." The tyrant laughed scornfully at the threat. "I'll make you soon yell for mercy, little puppy!' he cried. "Now. how old are you?" "I was on my last birthday." "Twice eighteen are thirty-six. We will give you two lashes for every year you spent on earth, and that will knock some of the rebel blood out o.f you. Strip him to the waist, and call in Curley the Cat with his whip." / It was about eight o'clock on a summer' s evening, and the tavern was situated at a lonely spot on the outskiri;s of a straggling village at the foot of the Galtee Mountains. About twentyfive mounted yeomen appeared around the place, and most of them had dismounted when it was announced that Curley the Cat was going to lash a young rebel. The famous Whiteboys had been very active for some weeks back, and Col onel Baldwin was out with his men that evening in search of a band in the neighborhood. Little Robert Emmet had only arrived at the tavern early in the evening, and he was simply traveling through the country on horseback with the view of studying the people and the scenery. The youth noticed the picture of the patriot, and he offered to buy it, but the landlord refused to part with it, saying: "The old peddler who sold it to me is in the back room there, sir, and he may be able to get you another in the city." Robert approached the old man, who started on see :ng him, as he e x claimed: "Man alive, if it was night-time I'd swear you were a ghost of the great patriot himself! And who are you at all?" The youth explained who he as, and the old man informed him in turn that he had fought in Dublin under the great Robert Emmet. Little Robert was still conversing with ,the old peddler when Colonel Baldwin entered the tavern. The old man slipped out the back way, as if not caring to meet the yeomen, and the youth went out to meet his fate. Curley the Cat was a huge, red-haired yeoman who acted as executioner for the district controlled by Colonel Baldwin. As the red-haired yeofnan used the whip with tremendous vigor, he was known as Curley the Cat. The savage rascal grinned with delight as he flung aside his. jacket and bared his brawny arms to grasp the whip with nine lashes to com menc e his congenial work. Having stripped the silent youth, the yeomen tied his hands in front of him and they secured hi s feet al so. He was then placed on the back of anot..lier big yeoman, who held the youth's hands under his own neck. "I'll cry for vengeance to the hour of my death if you dare to touch me with the lash," said the little hero. "Commence, Curley, and give it him hot and heavy, till we see the color of hi s rebel blood." "That I will, sir." The red-haired brute drew back with the whip upraised, a:-orl the <'rue! lashes fell on the quivering back of the little hero. Several crimson lines appeared on the pure white fles h, yet no groan escaped fr{)m the little victim. "Why don't you call for mercy now, little rebel dog?" cried the brutal colonel. The victim made no reply, and the blood-stained lashes were raised again. "Oh, colonel, colonel ; cried the landlord "the poor lad is dead. See, see! His head hangs on one side, and his e yes are closed. The lash broke his proud heart!" the veni;eance of Heaven fall on you all!" cried a young girl of seventeen, as she dashed out of a back room and flung a blanket over the victim's bleeding back. "The poor gent is dead. Oh, ye monsters, ye fiends ye born ciivils, it's no wonder the people of 1the land hate ye all. He's dead !-he's murdered!-the sweet young man who had a smile like an angel. May Heaven blast ye all!" "Out of the way, girl!" cried the enraged of ficer, "or you will feel the cat yourself." "The Whiteboyst The Whiteboys!" cried one _the yeomen guarding the horses. "They are ndmg down the mountain in force!" "To horse! To horse!" cried Colonel Baldwin as he dashed out. "We will deal with the oner again, and leave him where he is" Little Robert Emmet was then stretched on the floor as if dead, with the landlord and his daughter bending over him. CHAPTER IL-The Whiteboys. Colonel Baldwin sprang on his horse and dash ed"out on road to ;raze uo the mountain. Form quick and retreat!" he cried, "as the rasrals are too many for us now." The yeomen were well mounted, and they rode away throu!!"h the village at full speed while down from the mountain das hed over fiftY of the Whiteboy s, their leader crying: "Spur for life boys, as we must save the good young gentleman!" "The dear! image of the ltleat patriot!" cried the nl
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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET 8 "Thank you, kind friends; you must be the White boys I heard about." .-The leader laughed and replied:.. "Ye're riglit, my lad, as we are some of the Whiteboys of Tipperary, but we .are friends-of yours, you ma swear." "I'll be a Whiteboy after to-nignt, if I get over the cruel shock." "Cheer up, my lad, and' live for vengeance,'' said the leader. "What relation are you to the martyr who died in Dublin?" "He was my cousin." The old fellow and the leader of the Whiteboys took the sufferer to a bedroom, where j;hey dressed the gashes on his back, and then put on his clothes. "I wouldn't care to live another day if I didn't hope for vengeance on that wretc!h," answered the little sufferer. "What may I call you, sir?" "Faith, but I am known in these parts as Captain Rock, but the English. may find out that I had another name if they caught me in these clothes:" Little Robert could not see the face of the leader and he noticed that he spoke with a strong Irish accent, yet he could perceive that the man was tall and muscular, and that he acted like one accustomed to command. After con sulting with the old peddler, Captain Rock turned to the youth again. "Mr. Emmet,'' he said, "we'll make yo\,1 a Whiteboy for the night, and you will come with us, as you will not be safe here.'' "Make me what you like, Captain Rock, as that tyrant has made a young demon of me, and "Coming, capta.in," answered a big fat lad who JUSt appeared m the :Wood on an old mule, "and sure I'm in great haste entirely." "You'll die in haste some day if you don't mind yourself. Now, what's th.e word?" "About the yeomen, captain?" "TO be sure, and the colonel. How many of them rode out with him to-night?" "Not more than twenty, as he took all the others away with him on the gallop to chase the Whiteboys up the G.altees." "That's fine. But why couldn't you come here without that old mule?" "Me bones pain me fearful, captain, since Cur ley the Cat touched me up the other night--and won't I give it to him yet!" "You won't hav.e the chance if you don't obey me better. Get off thatmule .and get back with you. When you hear my signal again,. dart in among the yeomen and cry out that hundreds of Whiteboys are coming at them from the grave.yard behind. Do you mind?" "To be sure, captain.'' "Then away with you, and make them fly to the grove there. We'll do the rest." The lazy fellow dismounted from the mule and left the wood, Captain Rock turning to Little Robert Emmet again. "Now, he said, "you'll soon have a chance of striking the first blow at the tyrant who treated you so badly.'' CHAPTER III.-The First Blow. you can swear that I will not rest until I have Colonel Baldwin's extensive mansion and out-full satisfaction.'' l\.ouses stood well in from the high road runThe youth and the old peddler supplied ning from the village to a large barrack town. with white frocks and the other disguises, .and some ten miles away from the Galtee mountain, pistols and pikes were given them. LittleRoband it was about midway between them. When ert Emmet had a splendid black horse in the the yeomen ietreated from the vmage before stable and the animal was led out. Those of their white enemies they had just five miles to the Whiteboys who had ridden away in pursuit gallop before gaining reinforcements. Then the of the yeomen had then returned, and the united ::tctive officer rode back .again at the head of band dashed along down into a deep, well-woodabout eighty well-armed trooper.s. ed valley, their leader crying aloud: Colonel Baldwin was a famous rebel hunter in "Keep in good order, boys, and watch for the th_e and he first started that night yeomen always." with his small force to arrest some suspicious The band drew up at last at the edge of the characters who recently appeared in the village, wood, when the leader drew a whistle and gave a the old peddler among others. He did not impeculiar signal. Then all was silent, Capt'ain agine -that the Whiteboys would sally down from Rock and the others listening intently. the mountain in such force, and hence his hasty "He's coming across the meadow, captain," said retreat. On reaching the village again with. the one of the Whiteboys, "as I can see the mule strong body, he r-0de straight for the tavern moving this way now." and halted in front of it, yelling aloud: "Then I'll signal again." "I say, Heffernan, come out here!" 'I'he whistle was used again, when a reply was The landlord had closed tbe doors, but he soo:q heard in the distance. opened the front one, and answered: "Come aside here with me now, sir,'' said the "Well, colonel, and what is it now?" leader, as he beckoned to Robert. "Did you "Who's' in there now?" notice that old peddler much?" "Not a living soul but my girl and myself." "I did and he seems to be a very smart old "What has become of the young rebel?" man, captain." t,,.-"The Whiteboys took his body away to the "You may well say that. Twenty years ago mountain to bury it." that old man was one -0f the most famous men "Which way did they ride?" in all Ireland." "Straight back up the mountain, as far as I "Then who is he?" can tell.'' "I can't tell you until he lets himself be "Tom; you must put a bridTe on your girl's known to you, but I want you to watfh him if tongue, or I will curb we are in" a fight to-night. Lazy Larry, come The landlord's merry eyes gleamed with here and_ report to me." as he an8wered:

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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET "Colonel, don't you forget that you have a son, and I won't forget that I have a daughter. If I did serve you years ago, I held my tongue. Injure my girl, and I'll speak out, if I died fo\: it thereafter. Don't touch mine, and I won't trouble you; but just remember that if I am your ten'allt, I am not your slave." "Where's that old peddler?" "He's off with himself, but he said he'd be back soon with more pictures of the great Rob ert Emmet. I'll send him to you, colonel, if you want to burn one of them." "The Whiteboys, the Whiteboys!" yelled one of the troopers, pointing up the mountain. Colonel Baldwin looked up, when he saw several horsemen scattered along the mountain side as if Tatching their movements. "Forward, and up at the rascals!" he cried, "1md remember, men, that there's a hundred pounds for the taking of captain Rock, dead or alive." The troopers rode up the mountain, and the scattered horsemen retreated before them. While watching the white rideirs above, Colonel Bald win was meditating over the threat of the merry eyed landlord, and muttering to him elf: "'I''hat fellow has me in his power, or I would ihave himself and his daughter lashed to death this very night. Yes, I have a son, a'nd a secret embittering my life. Poor Charles! 1f you don't recover, as the doctors promised, I will be a miserable man until I die." The famous rebel:hunter had a skeleton in his household in the form of a handsome youth of twenty years, and on whom he lavished all the love that he had to bestow. That youth was a :half idiot for years, but two of the ablest doctors in Dublin had promised to restorehim to his mental faculties on certain conditions. While the anxious father was riding up the mountain in pursuit of the Whiteboys, his half-demented son was seated in the back parlor of the mansion with a bright young lady of seventeen. The young lady's name was Lucy Farron, and she was re lated to the half-demented youth, his father be ingher guardian. "Do you know, Lucy," said the youth, "that I would like to be a Whiteboy." "Your father would be awful angry if he heard you talk in that way, Charles." "Indeed, and he would not, as he is never angry with me now. He had a vile temper long ago, and he used to beat me, but I'm too big for that now, as I can fight Lazy Larry. Yes, I will meet Captain Rock, and I'll be a Whiteboy if I feel like it." The young girl was about to reply, when cries of alarm arose in the yard, and Lazy Larry's voice could be heard yelling: "The Whiteboys are coming! The whole graveyard i s full of them." The girl sprang to the front window to look out, and so did the half-crazy youth. "Let us escape, Charles." "'t'oo late, young lady!" cried a loud voice, as ,_ tall figure in white appeared at the door, fol lowed by several others. "Whiteboys, do your duty. You are Charles Baldwin, I believe?" "Yes, I am Charles Baldwin. Now tell me .,ho are you?" "I am Captain Rock. n 'Pon my honor, I am glad to meet you, Captain Rock, as Lucy there can tell you. Father says you are a scoundrel and a rebel, but I like to hear both sides of the question. Why are you a Whiteboy, sir?" "Because I was driven out of house and home, those dearest to me were flogged to death before my eyes, and I was banished as a convict from my native land." "Who was flogged to death, Captain Rock?" "My own clear boys." "And who had them flogged?" "Your 0"\ father." And. Captain Rock, in tense and eloquent tones, described the flogging scene at the tavern. The young girl listened with deep attention, and Captain Rock concluded by asking: "And now, young. lady, can you wonder if the young gent from America, if he iecovers, should seek satisfaction as a Whiteboy?" "To be sure he will become a Whiteboy," answered the half-crazy youth, "and so will I. We will fight together and capture Curley the Cat. Give me the uniform and a pike and pistol. Captain Rock, I swear to serve under you to the death." Charles Baldwin was soon arrayed as a White boy, and he was presented with a pike and a pair of pistols, while the young lady denounced the leader in indignant tones. In the meantime the other members of the band were securing the horses, arms, ammunition, l\nd valuables with all speed. Colonel Baldwin rode up the mountain, only to return again without catching a Whiteboy He was galloping back through the village at the head of his troop when a mounted yeoman dashed toward him, yelling: "The Whiteboy s have attacked the house, Col onel Baldw in, and they are killing them all. The1e's over hundred of them, at least." Frantic were the orders given by the enraged officer as he set spurs to his horse and dashed along ahead of the others. The furious officer soon outstripped all the troopers, yet he spurred on until the panting steed staggered under him, groaning aloud: "My boy, my poor demented boy! Oh, how could .the fiend s think of striking a blow at him!" The pantinp; steed reached the park near the mansion, his rider listening and gazing toward hi s dwellin g, as if he e pected to see the flames bursting therefrom, when the a nimal stumbled and fell on the side of the road. The furious rider was flun g into a deep ditch, just as the mounted Whiteboys dashed out of the grove with their plunder, Captain Rock, Little Robert Em-. met and Charles Baldwin riding at tl).eir head. Across the road a nd away to the wood swept the Whifeboys, alon g the highway dashed the troop e1s, and Colonel Baldwin dragged himself out of the d itc h groaning aloud. ; is infamous! The fiend s have enticed poor Cnarles awav with them, and they will enroll him as a Whiteboy Who could think of striking such a blow at me?" "An old friend, to be sure," answered a voice, as a single horseman rode out of the grove and aimed a at the officer's head. "Walk in here back with me, colonel, or you'll never live to see your son again." The speaker was the old peddler. The mount;-

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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET 5 ed yeomen we1e then riding across the broad meadow in pursuit of the Whiteboys, and Colonel Baldwin was alone with the mysterious old fel low. CHAPTER IV.-The Old Peddler. Colonel Baldwin was quite bewildered as the old peddler presented the pis tol and ordered him into the grove. Who are you, then, and what do you want with me?" asked the bewildered officer, as he walked into the grove. The old man sprang from hi s horse and s ecured the officer's pistol s which he placed in a belt inside his coat a s he continu ed: I won t tell you who I am just yet, but I'll tell y ou what I am going to do." You mean to kill me, I suppo se?" I do not, though you deserve it. Why did you lash that young gentleman?" Because he is a rebel, and he was insolent." "What would you say if your own son was lashed for the same cause?" My son is not responsible for his words or act ions, and it would be cruel to punish him on my account. I can suffer for my own actions, and I will have a fearful revenge if my son is punis hed." "Did you s ee him, or hear him, as he rode off with the Whiteboys ?" I did." "Do you know what that means?" "I suppose they will try to make him a robber like themselves." Maybe so; and maybe they mean to give him a taste of the lash also." The powerful officer was watching his chance, and he let fly at the old fellow suddenly, striking him a rattling blow between the eyes. The old peddler reeled back against a tree, and his assailant closed on him before he could recover himself or use the pistol. "You old robber! You confounded rebel! I will lash you and hang you before morning! You thought you could humbug me." The old fellow had rallied in a vigorous manner, and sharp and effective were the blows dealt back at the strong officer. "You'll find that I have ftght and life in my old bones yet," he replied, as he broke loo s e from the grasp on him, and dealt the officer a stinging blow on the ear. Colonel Baldwin reeled in turn, and he called aloud for help as the old fellow stl'Uck at him again, saying: "Twenty years ago I could beat two like you with me fists. Oh, murder!" The exclamation was caused by the old fellow receiving a stinging blow from behind which stretched him on the ground. Bravo, Lucy!" cried the officer, a s the young girl stood over the old peddler and pointed a pistol at his head. "Don't shoot the old thief, as he..,_is destined for the gallows." Three yeomen had followed the girl into the grove and they seized and bound the helple ss old pe dler in short order. "Take him to the house!" cried the colonel, "and I'll soon deal with him. What is this that happened here, Lucy?" "The Whiteboys attacked the place in large numbers, sir, and they captured the yeomen you left here to guard us." "Confound it all! And what is this about poor Charles?" "Captain Rock, as the leading ruffian calls himself, induced poor Oharles to join the band, no matter what I could say." "That is awful! But I'll rescue him very soon and hang the rascals. Did the scoundrels insult you, Lucy?" ,. "Only by making me a prisoner while they were in the house, sir. What truth is tiiere in the story the robber told us about you lashing a young gent to death in the tavern this evening?" r'Nonsense, girJ!" replied the tyrant. "The young scamp only got two cuts of the cat, and he de s erved to be put to death for his insolence. He said that his name was Robert Emmet, and I believe he was a secret agent of the rebels." "Then he is dead?" "He can't be, as he was only shamming. We left him at the tavern, and he was taken away to the mountains by the Whiteboys. I hope to have the pleasure of hanging him yet." "Here are your troopers coming back, sir, and they seem to have met with a repulse." They had then gained the broad avenue leading to the mansion, where they could perceive the troop of yeomen filing in from the road. "What has happened, Captain Nelson?" cried the colonel, a s an officer rode forward. "I beg to report, Colonel Baldwin, that the rebels ambushed the troop beyond in Downdaniel Wood, and we suffered severely from their fust fire. Their pikemen then charged on us on foot and horseback, and we were forced to retreat after a very sharp contest, leaving the dead and some of the wounde behind." Colonel Baldwin stamped on the gravel in a fearful manner as the shattered troops filed slowly on to the yard. "Cowardly poltroons!" he yelled, "to give way before a parcel of beggarly rebels!" "I beg your pardon, Colonel Baldwin," retorted the defeated officer, "but I assure you that the men fought well, but the rebels had all the advantage of position. Be s ides, we were fearfully embarrassed in the struggle." "How was that, Nelson?" /-"I regret to have to report that the foremost and fiercest of our assailants was your own son. He wore the Whiteboy disguise, but we recogniz ed his voice when they charged on us." The father groaned in agony when his eye fell on a white figure on hors eback guarded by two of the troopers. "Good, good!" he exclaimed, as he sprang to the prisoner. "l see you have rescued my dear boy." "That is not Master Charles colonel, but a Whiteboy who also fought like a demon against u s ." .. "Then how did you capture prisoner?" "He mus t have been stunned by a blow, as we found him senseless and clinging to the horse's neck when we retreated to the meadow. He has l'ecovered now." "Then bring him along to the house, and we will deal with the rascal and the old thief. You say the prisoner was desperate in the fray ?n

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6 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET "He was scarcely surpassed by your own ;on, and we noticed him on account of his size. We have not removed his mask, but you can see .that his figure is very boyish." "We'll soon see who the scamp is, if he be longs around here. Drag him into the courtroom and let the other prisoner appear also, Lucy." Acting as judge or magistrate, Colonel Baldwin held his court in a large apartment at the back of the first floor. Lucy Farron often acted as a clerk for the tyrant magistrate, and the girl was almost as severe in her opinions as the passionate officer. The captured Whiteboy was dragged into the courtroom with his mask on, and the old peddler was. led in soon after. Colonel Bald win took h.is place on the beneh, and the girl sat near him at a desk, "Off with that ra!!lcal's mask!" cried th11 judge, in stern tones. Curley the Cat, who was holding the small prisoner, tote off the white mask, when a deathly pale and youthful face was presented to all. "Mercy on me!" cried the astonished judge, "if it isn't .the little stranger!" Yes, the prisoner was Little Emmet, looking more like a ghost than a human being. "More's the pity," cried the old peddler; "but don't despair, Mr. Emmet, as--" "Silence, you old thief!" thundered the judge. "Now, you little scamp, can you dare deny that you are a Whi teboy and a rebel ? "I am glad to say that I am now a Whiteboy and a rebel, cruel monster, but the words we1e almost unknown to me until I became the victim of your tyranny to-night." "You lie, sirrah, as I am certain that you came here as a secret agent of the rebe' ls." CHAPTER V.-Captain Rock. Little .Robert Emmet was drawn back, Curle1y clapping a broad band on his mouth to keep him from replying to the judge. As the old peddler wasdragged forward, with his arms tied behind him, he winked at the little hero. The judge scowled at the old prisoner, as he demanded, in fierce tones: ''\l\l'hat is your name?" "My friends call me Mike or Mick, and I have no other name at present for my enemies," was the o1d fellow's saucy answer. "A dozen cuts of the cat may loosen your insolent tongue a little." "You'll never live to see a cat touching my back, you villain!" "You will get fifty lashes to-night. I condemn you as a highway robber, and I sentence you to be hung with that young rebel in the morning. Out with him now for punishment, and do your duty, Culey." Curley advanced to seize the old prisoner, who at once hissed a few words into his ear. The big brute drew back as if he had received a blow, glaring at the old prisoner in a terrified manner, as he exclaimed, in low tones: "Blood and thunder, can it be you?" "What is the matter, Curley?" cried the magis trate, as he descended from the bench. "Nothing at ail, your honor, only the old prisoner says Captain Rock will murder me if I flog him." "But you seem to know the old scamp." "Not at all; but he says he is Captain Rock himself, and who knows but he is? Murder alive; but I'd be a dead man soon if it's the case, and I to flog him." "Nonsense, you fool! Take him out and give him fifty lashes at once. I want to hear the old robber yell for mercy." "That you'll never hear, Colonel Baldwin, and you'll never see me lashed, either!" cried the old prisoner. _,"Then who'll save you?" "Captain Rock!" "And here I am to do it!" cried the leader of the Whiteboys, as he appeared at a side window and aimed a pistol at the cruel magistrate. The Whiteboy leader aimed another large pis tol at Lueiy Farron, as he continued: "Young lady, you. were in my power to-night, and you were treated well, but you will die now if my friends there don't go free with me." Captain Rock presented a striking figure as he appea1ed at -the open window, and his body could be seen ;from the waist up. He stood erect in the novel costume, a pair of dark eyes gleam ing from out of the white mask, and his long arms extended as he aimed the large pistols at the startled magistrate and the girl. The prisoners were close together at the side of the window, while Curley the Cat stood behind them, with the ugly lash in his right hand; and the fair girl had half risen from the chair at the desk. Suddenly the two prisoners' bonds were mysteriously cut, and Little Robert Emmet darted through the window where the Whiteboy stood, followed :by the old peddler. Colonel Baldwin shouted to his men to capture them, but when they got outside the building the three were not to be seen. Colonel Baldwin was a rich man, and he offered a large reward for the recovery of his son and tqe capture of Captain Rock. Rewards were also offered for the arrest of the youth calling himself Robert Emmet, as well as for the mys terious old peddler. The Colonel was organizing a powerful body of yeomen for the purpose of seeking his enemies, when he received news from Dublin that called him to that city on very important business. Leaving Captain Nelson in charge of the force guarding the mansion, he set out in the traveling carriage with Lucy and a strong escort of yeomen. The news received from Dublin was startling in the extreme, as the lawyers there wrote to the effect that a claimant had appeared to the rich estate held in Tipperary for ten years by Colonel Baldwin. The lawyers also stated that a large sum of ready money would be required to fight the legal battle in the courts of Dublin. .The agitated land-holder drew all his funds from the bank in the town of Clonmore, and the money was stowed away under the seats of the carriage. The night was clo:;iing in when the travelers reached a lonely spot within about five Irile_s of Dublin. Colonel Baldwin looked out of the win dow and recognized the place. "Lucy,'' he said, "did you ever hear of Freeney, the famous Irish highwayman?" /

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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET "Yes, sir." "Well, the scoundrel robbed me on this very spot nearly twenty years ago." "Wa:s he taken, sir?" "Not he; but he disappeared from the country soon after." "Where did he go?" "It was rumored that he went away to Australia, an1! I hope he's dead, as I never want to meet the sly rascal again." At that moment the carriage came to a sudden halt, and a masked horseman appeared at each window, one of them crying: "Your money or your life, colonel!" CHAPTER VI.-The Famous Freeney. Lucy Farron was a young lady with iron nerves and she did not let even a slight scream escape from her as the masked highwayman presented his pistol. Colonel Baldwin gave vent to a fierce imprecation, and made a motion as if to draw a pistol. "None of that, colonel!" cried the robber nea1 him, as he pressed the pistol to the victim's temple. "Another move, and you are a goner." "What do you want, rascal?" "Your money, of course." "Confound you, you scamp, I have heard your voice before." "Maybe you have, and you may hear it_Jlgain afore you die." "And I'll swear that you are either Old Nick or Michael Freeney." "Ha, ha, ha!" chuckled the robber. "I'll just show you that you are out in your calculation. Who am I now?" And the fellow withdrew the mask, the light from the carriage lamp playing on his face. "The old fellow, by Jupiter!" exclaimed the officer, in amazement. "Ha, ha, ha! And so you took me for the famous Freeney ? Would you sooner meet me or him to-night, colonel?" "Hang it all, I didn't want to meet either of you!" "But yo_u'd sooner meet me, if you had the choice, as Freeney was no friend of yours." While they were thus conversing the carriage had moved from the broad road into a wood, the mounted robbers keeping at the window s The man guarding Lucy did not utter a word so far. Tlie carriage drew. up when within about twenty yards of the road, and a third rider appeared, guarding the two servants, who were disarmed and secured with cords. "You didn't answer my question," remarked the old fellow, with a wicked grin. "What question is that, you old hang-dog?" "I wanted to know if you and Freeney didn't have an old grudge to settle?" "What's that to you?" "Only this much: He was a great friend of mine in old times, and I am willing to take the cudgel up for him." "Was that what you stopped us for to-night?" "Not altogether. You see, I happened to know that you no more right to the estate you hold than myself, and we think it's only fair that you should c:ome of your ill-gotten gains." "Then you are baffled, you old scoundrel, as I have only a few pounds and my watch about me." "Very true; but what's under you?" The baffled man .uttered another fearful imprecation and cried: "Some rascal at the house has betrayed us, Lucy, and who can it be?" "Curley the Cat, maybe!" cried the masked highwayman at the other window. "Oh, mercy!" exclaimed the young girl, "if it isn t Charles! Oh, you mad boy!" "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Charley, who was pla.ymg the part of a highwayman for fun. "Out with your money, dad, as you can't humbug us." Colonel Baldwin gave a fearful groan, and turned to look at his masked son. "Oh, Charles, Charles,'' pleaded Lucy, "how could you descend so low as to become a high wayman?" "Why, Lucy, 'tis splendid fun. I say, dad, I want to ask you a question." "What is it, you foolish boy?" "D oesn t all the money you have belong to. me?" "Yes, when you come of age; but you can't claim it if it is discovered that 1you are a criminal. Do give up your folly and come with us." "I shan't do it. We are going back to knock thunder out of the yeomen, and the money is to buy horses, pikes and guns." "You'll be shot or hung, you foolish boy." "What do I care, if I have plenty of sport in hunting the yeomen before I die? Didn't I ten you I don't care to live long, since Lucy here refused to be my bride? Got all the cash, cap tain?" While they were thus talking, the third highwayman was taking the money,. Colonel Baldwin and Lucy being disarmed and compelled to leave the coach. "Yes, I have it all," answered the m.asked man known as Captain Rock, "and we will put it to a good use, you 'may be sure. Now a few last words with .you, Colonel Baldwin." "Speak on, you rascal, as I am in your-power; but you can't terrify me." "No, but we can touch you in your sorest point, and that is your pocket. You are just going into a struggle for the estate you held so long without any right to it, and you will be a beggar when the battle i s over." "I defy y;iu and all your cut-throats rascal!" "You may defy us, but you can't baffle the right heir, and we are on his side. I give you fair warning that we will drive you from Bald win Hall within a month." "I defy all the Whiteboys and rebels in Tip-perary to do that." "You will see When you are a beggar and friendless and despised beware of Little Robert Emmet, as he has. sworn by the memory of his great namesake to lash you ten times for every stroke you gave him." While thus speaking, Captain Rock gave a signal to the others, when they all dashed away out on the road, Charlie Baldwin crying: "Hurrah for the Whiteboys of Tipperary! We are going back to wallop the yeomen, dacL" It was fully an hour after when the travelers hastened to consult with his lawyers, while he -

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-. 8 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET also sent mounted messengers to Tipperary. The troubled officer did not sleep much that night, and he paid a visit to a famous Dublin doctor early in the morning. He also visited Dublin Castle, the headquarters of the English officials who ruled Ireland. On returning to the hotel from an early visit to some friends, Luoy no ticed that her guardian had a pleasant and con fident expression on his face. -"Have you good news, guardy?" she asked. "I have, my dear. We must return to Tipperary at once; and I now see my way to crushing the conspiracy against me; but I have a great favor to ask of you." "You know that I will do anything in reason for you." "I know it, Lucy. We must entice Charles back home, and the best way to do it is for you to promise to wed him." "Gracious! how can you ask me to wed a young man in his state of mind?" "But he will be cured, dear Lucy The great doctor assures me of itt'' "Then I can promise to wed him when he is cured, if that will do." "Of course it will. We have a desperate fight before us, but we'll crush and hang all the rascals, you ma.y be sure. Can you imagine who that infe1nal old peddler is?" "The famous Freeney, the highwayman." "I am almost certain of it. I just learned at the castle that the scoundrel has left Van Dieman's Land, and the old fellow's voice was very familiar." "I suspected as much last night. To think that Charles should be the companion of such a wretch! It is terrible!" "It is, it is; but must reclaim the poor boy; and he cannot be held accountable for what he does at present. Get ready for the road, as we will start in an hour." "I will be ready, guardy. Who is this mysterious claimant who threatens to rob you and Charles of the estate?" "That is the strangest part of the whole business Lucy. He claims to be the grandson of my brother, and he calls hims elf Robert Em met." "Gracious goodness! Then he must be that youth you punished in the tavern." "I think so. You heard the threat Captain Rock made last night. We have a terrible fight before us, but I will be able for the rascals. Duncan Barton, the cleverest detective in the kingdom, is going home with us, and we will open the campaign at once." The travelers arrived at Baldwin Hall in due time, e scorted by a party of dragoons and accom panied by a quiet-looking, muscular young man, calling himself James Murphy. That plain-looking, clean-faced young man of twenty-five, who was taken for a clergyman, was Duncan Barton, the best thief-taker, or detective, in Great Britain, and he was after the famous Freeney in particular, while working in general against the Whiteboy s of Tipperary. Colonel Baldwin did open the campaign against his enemies with great vigor. Being well assisted by the government, he organized a force of over two hundred mounted yeomen to guard his place and to sally forth in quest of the Whiteboys. The large dwelling was barricaded for a siege in case of attack, and yeomen scouts were kept out in the neighborhood night and day. One strange circumstance occurred on the first night of Colonel Baldwin's return. Tom Heffernan, the landlord of the tavern,
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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET 9 "You mean that you shot him in a fit of rage." "May the fiends take you, what do you know!" "Hold up your hands, Michael Freeney," said a voice behind the highwayman. Instead the highwayman shot out the light from a candle which was all the light in the room. Another light was,procured, but the highwayman was not in the room. Duncan Barton, the de:. tective, and the colonel then conferred together, and in the midst of it a trooper rushed into the room, saying: "Colonel, the Whiteboys are just below in the meadow." The colonel das hed out, gave orders to his men to mount and at the rebels. Then with the colonel to lead them, they went for the Whiteboys, who retreated from the meadow as the troopers reached it. The troopers gave pursuit. CHAPTER VII.-A Novel Encounter. The yeomen spurred furiously across the broad meadow, ,yet they did not gain an inch on the well-mounted Whiteboys. The fugitives dashed into the dark wood over a hundred yards ahead of their enemies, when they wheeled about and fired a volley. Some of the foremost yeomen fell, but the others kept on, their leader c r y ing: "Charge on the cowardly ras cal s!" "Beware of an ambush, colonel!" cried an old sergeant, who had served under Wellington Then out from the wood toward the yeomen dashed three of the Whiteboys, one of them crying: "Hold up there, governor, as I want to m ake you an offer!" "Halt--halt!" yelled Colonel Baldwin, drawing in his own steed. Don't fire as that i s my son. Dear Charley, you are coming back to me?" "Not a bit of it; but I want to make you an offer." "What kind of an offer, you foolish boy?" The three Whiteboys drew up about twenty yards from the yeomen and the colonel advanced fearlessly to meet his son. "Stop where you are, colonel!" cried Captain Rock, who was one of the three, "and listen to your son's proposal." "What have you to say to me, Charles?" eagerly inquired the anxious father, as he obeyed the hint from the Whiteboy leader. "I know you fought the French, and some of the fellow s with you fought under you." "That is true, m y s on; but--" "Then you. consider yourself a splendid fight er?" "I do without any boasting." "I know you are a crack shot with the pi s tol, as I well remember the da.y you--" "Charley Charley, it is unkind of y o u to allude to that accident." "It ain't, dad, as you were awful cruel and that is one reason why I am a Whitebo y ." "Well, well, what is your proposal?" "I know you're a great sword s manl but I'll bet I'm your match now, and I have oeen taking lessons from Captain Rock." "Hang Captain Rock!" "You can't, dad, as he is too clever for you. Well, I want you to pick out two of the best swordsmen you have, and my friends here and I will fight the three of you at once." "What a silly proposal, Charley, as if I could raise my hand against you." "You often did when I wasn't l:iig enough or able to strike back. If 1you best me in a fair fight with the swords, I swear to surrender and go home with you." "Will your companions allow you?" "We will," answered Rock, "but we. have other terms to propose. "What are they, rebel?" Captain Rock turned and pointed to the wood; as he responded: "I have enough of brave fellows there to defy you, but I desire to avoid bloodshed as much as I can on both sides. We three will fight you and two of your best men with swords, on horseback or on foot, a certain prize to be awarded to the victors." "What is to be the prize?" "The ef;latc r.ow unlawfully held by you. My little fri end here claims that estate, but---" "What nonsense!" impatiently interrupted Col onel Baldwin. "If the little scamp won the es .. tate in the courts of law, which is out of tho question, he could not hold it an hour, as he is a proclaimed outlaw and a robber." "You are the robber!" cried Little Robert Emmet, "and yon only hold the estate by force and perjury. I fight only to avenge the cruel insult y ou offered me and I am not a rebel save against your tyranny." "Beside s colonel," said Captain Rock: "as you know, Robert Emmet here made over ni s claim to the estate to a gentleman now in Dublin on the da y he landed in Ireland." "Then why don't you and the little scamp let the courts decide as to the claim?" "Because posse s sion is nine points of the law, and he means to have it. Will you fight us three or not?" "You must think I am mad, to fight such a due l. and against my own son," "Then y ou are a coward, dad," cried Charley, ,. "and I disown y ou! Let us pitch into the yeo men, Captain Rock, and knock thunder out of them!" And the light-headed youth charged full at his father, with a sword uprais ed. "Foolish boy, I will give y ou a lesson." "You're not able, governor, and I'll knock you from your horse in short order. Keep back, Captain Rock, and s how us fair play." Captain Rock and Little Ro!Je'rt Emmet did keep back, the other Whiteboys and the y eomen follo wing their e x amp l e leaving the father and the son free to settle the novel cont es t They c ame togeth e r with a crash on t h e open mearlow, Charley striking at hi s father with all the fury of nn cix citecl madman. Colo nel Bald win was a very superior sword! .. man and a powerful m a n while he could be as cool as a veteran d uelist In pe r s o nal c ombats yet he had all he could do to m eet the furiou s on slaught thus made on him. Charles was tall and strong, he had often practiced the s word exercise with the yeomen, and he was a splendid horseman. As the old man successfully defend-

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---t., 10 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET .. ed himself, the youth's fury increased to the I swear the rascals are attacking the hall! Halt, highest pitch. halt! and wheel about." "What disgraceful scene is this?" cried Lucy The 1 yeomen were then more than two miles Farron, as she rode s,uddenly on the scene from filtim the hall, and they spurred all the faster as behind the yeomen. "Shame, shame, Charles, to they rode back. The Whiteboys ahead turned strike at your O\Vll father!" also and galloped back after their foes. As the "He ain't a bit good to me, and-Ha, dad, you yeomen drew near the hall the firing in that are tcying to disa1m me now; but you can't work direction became more distinct. the game. Hurrah, hurrah! I have floored the "The rascals are attacking: the hall in force!" governor at last!" cried the colonel, "but the boys there can hold "Merciful Heaven!" cried Lucy. "He has killed out against them, Lucy." his father! Oh, you wretches, all, how could "I trust so, sir, but the rogues appear to be you allow such unnatural strife to go on?" playing a cunning game." And the excited girl sprang from her horse to "Beware of an ambush in the woods, colonel'" run and bend over Colonel Baldwin, who had cried the old veteran, as they struck on the been hurled from his steed by a tremendous blow park close to Baldwin Hall. on the breast, given with the fiat side of his son's The warning was scarcely given when a clear heav.y sword. The mad lad dashed back to his ringing voice was heard among the trees on friends when he saw his father on the ground, right, crying: and the three Whiteboys rode into the wood,' "Fire, boys, but don't hit the young lady! Charley yelling: Then out at them!" "Get out of the way, Lucy, as we're gomg to It was Little Robert Emmet who gave the or-pitch into the yeomen!" der, and he was about to commence the furious The yeomen were moving forward when their attack in earnest. colonel regained his feet. "This is no place for you, Lucy,'' he said, "and do ride back home." "I will not. If you are going to charge on the wretches in there, I will ride with you. Oh, Charles Charles, come out, as I want to speak to you much. Ate you much injured, sir?" "Not at all, as my breastplate saved me. I could not strike at the misguided boy." ."Get away, Lucy!" cried Charley, from the wood, "or 1you'll get hurt!" "I will not, you miserable boy Forward, brave yeomen, and cut down the rascals!" The colonel mounted his steed and Lucy sprang lightly on her swift pony. All the Whiteboys had then disappeared in the wood, and a heavy tramping announced that they were retreating into the depths. "Forward!" cried the colonel, "as the cowardly rascals are flying." "Bewa1e of an ambush, colonel!" cried the old veteran sergeant. About fifty of the Whfteboys were dashing out t;oward the highway, but another strong party s-alloped along a path in the wood in a different direction. Lucy Farron rode ahead of the yeomen with her guardian, and the excited girl was more anxious to strike at the Whiteboys than fi}te hof'semen. In truth, while the majority of tll@ yeamen were brave fellows enough, the most pf thein did ngt care to engage in a deadly ntroggla against well"armed foi:s, 01' to fall into ambush, Baldwin wall becom embittered aga:nllt hia unnatural 11on, and he iJllentally vowed that hll w.oula punish him se. yerel:v when taken, Yet he could not afford to put the youtl1 tq death as the passionate man only hold the estate, in any case, while his Aon lived. The Whiteboys burst out on the road well ahead of their enemies, and Colonel Baldwin f;hen felt that they were making for the moun tains, f'J>l'ess on, press on!" he cried, "and we will t11
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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET away to the grove on the left. The moon was out, but the night was not very bright, and the tombstones in the graveyard appeared like so many white ghosts. "Hang me," he muttered, "if it don't appear as if the tombstones are moving. Is my sight wandering, or are they real figures? By thunder, there's something wrong down there." The detective listened and watched eagerly for some minutes, when he distinctlty observed several white figures along the graveyard. "Freeney must be out by this time," he muttered, as he glided to the door, "and I must warn Captain Nelson of the dl!nger. The Whiteboys are trying to steal a march on us." The detective hastened downstairs as fas t as he could, but he had only reached the lower hallway when a rattling volley was heard near the graveyard, followed by wild cries and yells. Captain Nel son had the force left in his charge well drawn together in the rear of the lnain building, and the fite of the Whiteboys was well directed at the yeomen. "To the house, to the house!" cried the officer, "and to the loop-holes." The detecti v e was forced back when he reached the back doorway, the yeomen pressing in to defend the house. Then out from. the graveyard and the kitchen garden rushed a strong body of the Whiteboys on foot, and they were all yelling like s o many demons as they dashed into the deserted stables and out-houses. Duncan Barton left the library in such haste as to forget to lock the door on the outs ide. He had scarcely reached the hall below when the secret door in the library was opened and a head appeared therefrom. "On my soul, Tom," said a soft voice, "but the coast is clear here now; and we 've only to get a couple of the yeomen's suits to s lip out during the fight. They are at it pretty lively, but the real battle isn't on yet." The speaker was Freeney, and he stole to the door to listen. "They'll not come up here, he continued, addressing young Heffernan, who had followed himout of the secret passage. "Take my flint and steel, and strike a light. If Curley was only here now." "I am here, Freeney," responded a faint voice in the dark hallw ay. "What can I do for you?" "Get u s a couple of yeomen's rigs at once, my boy, and bring them up here." "I'll do it, captain, but be careful of Barton, as he i s a clever one." Curley soon returned with the costumes. The treacherous fellow assisted Freeney and his friend in arranging themselves as yeomen, the old highwayman remarking: "I know yo'll never go back on me, Jack. Now go down with you and slip open the front door, as I want to have a hand in the real fight." Cu rley slipped down quietly ahead of the othe r s Freeney walked down the stairs among the yeomen as bold as possible. And Heffernan played his part well, as he was a cool, brave customer. Duncan Barton was on the alert in the broad hallway on the first floor, and he no ticed Curley slipping down the stairs and moving to th!l front doo1: also, while Curley was slyly drawing the strong bolts thereon. The treacher-ous rascal had the door unfastened when the detective stepped up to him, saying: "What are you opening the door for, Curley?" "To look out in front for the colonel, to be sure." "Then go up and look out of the window." And the detective closed the heavy bolts again. A heavy volley of musketvy could then be heard in the front, away at park, and Freeney muttered: "There's the rea.I battle commencing, and I'll be hanged if I don't have a hand in it." Freeney nudged Heffernan and the two stole up the stairs to the library and out upon the balcony. Then they dropped down among the Whiteboys below, yelling as they did so that they were friends. The Whiteboys recognized Free ney's voice and refrained from firing at them. Then the two retired behind the barn, Heffernan falling in Freeney's arms saying he was shot. In the meantime Colonel Baldwin was having the time of his life in \lis battle with the Whiteboys. But the Whiteboys proved too much for the yeomen, and soon they were routed. In the midst. of the melee Lucy's horse bolted with her to the Whiteboys' ranks, and when the affair was over she was taken with them to their stronghold. Meantime back at the colonel's house a company of dragoons had come upon the scene, and the Whiteboys were compelled to ride away, just as they were about to carry the Hall by force. Freeney rode with them, supporting young Heffernan. Shortly Freeney left the Whiteboys, saying that he was going to take Heffernan to a doctor. They soon joined the Whiteboys, who had given the colonel's men the battle, and then they learned that Lucy had been captuied. Now there was an officer on Colonel Baldwin's staff who was in love with the girl, and in conference with the colonel and Duncan Barton it was agreed that the best way to rescue Charles and the young lady was to send spies up to the mountain. Duncan Barton volunteered for the dangerous work and so did the gallant major, whose name was Major Melton. CHAPTER IX.-On the Mountain. The partial victory over the yeomen encour aged the outlaws throughout Tipperary and the neighboring counties so much tha t the regular and the yeomen had plenty of hot work soon after. Coloni:l Baldwin was more furious than ever after the successful retreat of the Whiteboys, and he set to work to recruit for vengeance and to defend the estate. As the regular troops were kept very busy in other parts of the country, the yeoman officer could not claim much support from them, though Major Melton was with him, heart and soul. -Captain Rock and his little friend recruited also, as they propo sed to carry on the struggle on a grander scale. The success of the famous leader brought many volunteers to his standard from distant hills and valleys, and several daring spirits from Dublin appeared as recruits

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12 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET Three da.ys slipped away since the attack on the mansion. Jt was night on the mountains, and the moon was out in full. Two rough, heartyIooking fellows, wearing full beards and who were dresged as mechanics, strolled along a path cm the monntain top, one of them whistling a merry, patriotic air. "I say .. Jack." remarked the other aloud, and with a foll nnblin accent. "I think as how 'Ve made a mistake in not stopping> at the tavern." "How is that. Jim?" "Whv. we have struck on some of the boys there to initiate us. There don't seem to be anv life up here." .. "Whistling will bring them out, you can bet." -The tw0 men strolled on along a narrow path, with huv.e rocks on each side of it; one of them kept whistlingaway merrily. They had just reached the entrance to a deep ravine, when tw-0 write fiP1lres suddenly appeared before them, and pistols were presented at the strangers' breast. "Who are you?" demanded one of the White-boys. __, "Friends to the cause," was the prompt answer. "And what do you want up here?" "To join Captain Rock ;md to strike against the tyrants of Ireland." One of the Whiteboys gave a signal, when a dozen or more of his comrades sprang out frnm behind the rocks to seize the strangers. The strangers offered no resistance as their arms were secured behind them and bandages placed over their eyes, but one of them remarked: "I suppose this is the waiy Captain Rock treats all his new recruits." "Of course," answered that leader, "wh!'!n he's not sure of their honesty. March them along, boys, and we'll put them to the tent." About that same time four persons were seated in the inner apartment of an extensive cave in under the mountain from the ravine. Outside the door of the small apartment, and in a large, well-lighted vaulted chamber, two White boy sentries were on guard, whi)e many others stood or sat around playing cards or burnishing arms. Two of the four persons mentioned were Lucy Farron and Poll Heffernan, and the others were Charley Baldwin and Little R<>bert Emmet. "I am son-y to tell Mr. Emmet," said the tavern-keeper's daughter, "that my poor father has not recovered his senses, if he ever will." "I hope he will, I'm sure," remarked Lucy, "and I can't imagine why Colonel Baldwin should ar :rest him, if he was not a Whiteb-Oy." "My father was never one, miss, but he will be cme now, if he recovers by any miracle." ."I say, Lucy," interposed Charle1, with a sil1v wink at Robert Emmet, "why don't you go home? No one is you here, "I won't go unless you return with me." "Then yon'll have to stay a long time." "Really, Miss Farron," remarked Robert Em met. "while we are delighted with y0\11" company up her'! I-What is going on outside?" Loud cries were heard in the front-chamber, as the \Vhiteboys had entered there with their fwo prisoners, and Captain Rock and Freeney were confronting them with flashing eyes. The two outlaws wore masks on their faces, and so did all their followers present. Freeney was addressing the pris-0ners in loud tones as Robert Emmet put on a mask and moved out by the sentinels, the others following him to the door. "And you both swear," cried Freeney, "that you are honest men, and that you come here to join us in fighting the tyrants?!.' "We do," answered one of the prisoners, "and you can put us to the test, if you like." Freeney turned and whispered some words to Captain Rock, who at once gave orders to his men. The prisoners were dragged to the end of thf! cave and placed with their backs to the solid there and say your prayers," cried Captam Rock, "as you will die in five minutes!" A doMn of the Whiteboys seized loaded muskets and drew up in line in front of the prisoners Captain Rock crying : "Make ready, men." "What have they done?" asked Little R<>bert Emmet, as he approaehed Captain Rock. "Wait, and you'll see Present!" The twelve muskets were pointed at the pris onel's, one of whom cried: "Is it fair to kill us without a trial? We are honest patriots, and you will have murder on your souls, you mad fool!" "H-0nest e.xclaimed Freeney, as he sprang forward W1th his hands upraised to sei,ze the fellows by the beards. "You are the fools to come and try to humbug us. _Major Melton, you are not smart enough, nor you either, Mr. Duncan Barton." CHAPTER X.-To Save the Spies. Not a w brd did the two prisoners utter as the old highwayman pulled the false beards from their faces and announced who they were. An ominous silence prevailed in the large vault.ed chamber after Freeney denounced the prisoners, but loud expressions could be heard from the inner apartment, as the door leading thereto was only partially closed. "Silence in there!" cried Captain Rock in re s-0unding tones. "Now, gentlemen, do you not deserve death, according to the laws of war?" "We do," answered the officer, who was in his thirtieth year, "and we will not cry for mercy to you." "Fire away," answered the detective, "and finish us at the first volley!" "Have you no excuse to make for stealing up here in disguise to betray us?" "Not the slightest," replied the soldier, "as it is my duty to crush such reptiles by every means possible. We failed and we can suffer." "Fire ahead, old 8aint," said the detective. "No, I'm not a saint; but I'm a better than hundreds and thousands who serve the English government only to enrich themselves by plundering and murdering the people of this unfortunate land. But now to my question: Did you ever hear why I became a lughwayman ?" "If was 1your natural taste, I suppose." "It was not my natural taste, by a long shot; but because I was driven from my house and home by the infernal yeomen, after my father and my to brave brothers were butchered before my eyes." "They were rebels, I presume?

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1 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET lS "What Irishman worthy of the name isn't a rebel at heart?" "There's enough of that!" cried Captain Rock, in very harsh tone&. "Talk never helped a good cause much, and it is hard blows only that will make the English respect us. Prisoners, prepare for death!" "We are prepared," answered the young officer. "Then I suppose you made your wills before you came up here?" "Yes; soldiers should be always ready to die." "Have you no request to make, Major Melton?" "I only ask that my body be give!} to my rela-tives, or to my brother officers." "And you, Mr. Barton?" "Bury me out there on the mountain, as I 'de serve an unknown grave for having failed in the struggle against you." The leader of the Whiteboys turned about to perceive Lucy Farron struggling with the guards at the inner door. "Let me go, you wretches!" she cried. "Oh, Mr. Emmet, you have a heart, and don't let them murder that brave gentleman. Captain Rock, you are a fiend incarnate!" The excited girl had burst away from the guards, and she then stood before the Whiteboy leader. "Am I a fiend incarnate, young lady?" he answered, in sarcastic tones. "Well, I haven't outraged my prisoners by flogging them yet, as is the custom with our enemies." The spirited girl winced at the rebuff, as she knew that Colonel Baldwin and others had used the lash without mercy. Little Robert Emmet's face burned beneath the mask as he thought of wbat he had suffered, for the cruel lash would be felt by him until death closed his eyes. Yet the noble little hero was still ready to plead for the brave men who had ventured up there to work for his destruction, and for the death of all those brave hearts acting with him. "Captain Rm:k," he said, in manly tones, "I know that the prisoners deserve death, according to the rules of war, yet I beg that you will spare them on condition that they will swear not to seek 'to betray us, or to take part against us hereafter." "I will take no such oath!" cried the young soldier, in emphatic tones. "Nor I," cried the detective. "Then you are -doomed!" cried Captain Rock. "Young lady, retire, although you are accustomed to such scenes, I suppose." Lucy winced again, as she had looked on when poor wretch-. were hung and shot by the everbrutal yeomen. The twelve Whiteboys had rested their guns while the discussion was going on, and C a_ptain Rock ordered them to aim again. Lucy darted away in -front of the twelve Whiteboys, and placed herself before the prisoners, her eyes flashing with the wildest excitement, as she exclaimed: "Then murder me also, vile wretches, as I hate you all, and I worked against you!" "My dear Miss Lucy," protested the young officer, "don't sacrifice your precious life, as you cannot save us." "Then I can die with you; and we will be avenged hereafter. Fire; you fiends in white, if you must have victims." Captain Rock and Robert Emmet advanced to the young lady, and the twelve Whiteboys lower ed their weapons again. "Young lady," said the stern leader, "we may be vile wretches, but we do not insult nor slay helpless females. You ll)Ust retire." "Hold on there!" cried Charley Baldwin, "and don't touch Lucy. I'll settle the whole matter for Dick Melton at once." "How will you settle it, sir?" demanded the leader. "In this way, by George! Melton saved my life a year ago, and I'll do as much for him now. I'll take his place and be shot for him." Captain Rock smiled behind the mask. "That would never do," he said. "And what would your father think of Major Melton if he accepted such a proposal ? "Which I never will!" cried the officer. "Hang father!" cried the half-witted lad. "And what has he got to say about it? I read in some book that chaps like me are certain to go to heaven, and it will be awful jolly there. Step out, Dick Melton, and I'll take your place." "A thousand thanks, dear boy, but it is out of the question." "Don't you love LuoY'?" "With all my heart and soul," was the young soldier's fervent reply. "But I know she would despise me if I did not act like a man. Do stand aside, all of you, as you cannot save us." "I will save you, or die with you!" cried the young girl, as she made a sudden bound at Cap tain Rock and seized one of the large pistols in his belt. Springing back again to the prisoners, the brave creature aimed the weapon at the White boy leader. "Spare the brave men, you rebel hound!" she cried, "or I will send you to answer for crimes. Oh, I am a dead shot!" All the Whiteboys present became fearfull} ex cited on seeing their leadel' thus threatened. and several weapons were pointd at the girl. "Kill the virago!" cried one. "Silence!" thundered the leader, as he ft1lded his arms on his breast and confronted the hr.ave girl. "Don't one of you hurt her,.fl:m your lives, if she is mad enough to fire at me." "Then you will spare the prisoners!" cl!'ied Luoy. "I will not, under fear of death \t your hands, and fire now." And the brave man lowered his arms and iJx panded his broad breast for the bullet, while his fiery eyes blazed out at the intrepid girl. "Don't-don't, Miss Lucy!" cried the" officer. "You will only kill me, and the oth rs will slay you." "Not a hand will be raised against her if she shoots me!" cried Captain Rock. "I promi s ed that the young ladYt will not be injured while she is up here, and my promise must be kept. Remember that, lads, whatever happens." A loud murmur of submission swept throughout the cave in response. Then all were silent. Old Freeney had been standing to the right of the prisoners during the impressive scepe and he had not uttered a word. The old higbwayman's eyes were fixed on the brave girl throughout, while he kept handling one of the pistols in his belt.

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14 LITTLE ROBER'f EMMET "She means mischief," he muttered, ''but I have my eye on her." "Then you positively refuse to spare the brave men at your meroy, Captain Rock?" cried Lucy, as a last appeal. "I do." "Then die like a dog! Mercy-my hand!" Two loud reports resounded throughout the cave as the pistol in the hand of the desperate girl was knocked aside from her grasp. Captain Roek stood uninjured. "Thunder and turf," cried old Freeney, as he darted to pick up the pistol knocked from the girl's grasp, "did I miss the mark, and is my aim fai!i .ng me at last? Not a bit! Here's where my ball .truck the barrel; and your hand is only shaken by the shock, young lady. Thank goodness!" A wild shout Tent the cave as Freeney held up the pistol and pointed to a slight dent at the end of the barrel. "The ball from it struck here on the side," cried one of the Whiteboys, as he pointed to the bullet mark on the solid rock. "Better than to find a billet in my breast," said Captain Rock. "I owe you another, Freeney." "You think you are in my debt then, captain?" 1 "More than I can ever repaiy." "WiU you do me a favor, then?" "A hundred, if I can." "One will do. Let those brave men off, as it is a pity to put ll.n end to such fine fellows, even if they are our sworn enemies," "I'll do it, brave Freeney, for your sake. Re [ease the prisoners at once, lads." The prisoners were surprised to hear this and immediately thanked Freeney and Captain Rock for the way they had been used, Captain Rock saying: "Freeney is your savior, and the pext prisoner you take, do rou likewise, and you will be more thought of by the Whiteboys." The two men were blindfolded and led out of the cave to the side of the mountain, where they were set at liberty. T night two howitzers were on the th defense of Colonel win's house. Just as e dragoons were withm half a mile of the house they were set upon by a party of Whiteboys, the cannon captured, and a number of horses as well. The detective and Major Melton met the dragoons as they were returning to J;he castle after their defeat. The major, chagrined that matters were so mlkh against them, and hearing that Little Robert Emmet had led the Whiteboys, ordered the.rn to turn back and pursue the rebels, which they did. Soon they were nearing the Whiteboys, and the major urged them on. In the meantime a messenger had been dispatched for reinforcements. CHAPTER XL-Captain Rock to the Rescue. Captain Rock was out that night also, and with over a hundred of his best-mounted followers. Old Freeney was with the daring leader, and Charley Baldwin rode in front of the troop. The capture of Baldwin Hall was only a ebject to the famous Whiteboy leader of T1pper &J:y in his ".ampaign 'against the tyrants of the country, and he was marching to strike another blow that night. While Little Robert E!mmet and his band were moving down to strike for the guns, Captain Rock and his followers were pushing along the foot of the mountain toward the garrison town, the movements of each party being well planned beforehand. As the Whiteboys had their spies in the town, their leaders were aware that the guns intended for Baldwin Hall would be sent forward that night. While Colonel Baldwin was active in the defense of his mansion, he also stirred himself, with other magistrates in the neighborhood, in persecuting the small farmers and poor peasants around. Hundreds of the unfortunates were arrested and dragged .from their homes by the brutal yeomen, on suspicion of being Whiteboys, and t;hose who resisted were cut down by the sword or hung on the gallows without much form of trial. The large jail in the town was crowded with suspects, as such prisoners were called thert and now, and. others were guarded in the strong ibarracks. The main object of Captain Rock's expedition that night was to release the helpless prisoners, some of whom were sentenced to die on the scaffold on the following morning. The gallant Whiteboy leader was great on the dash, yet he could plan out .and fight a stubborn bat.tie when called on. The Whiteboys galloped through a lonely road on the outskirts of the town, and then along to the_ river, which they forded without delay. On past the town they swept, and then out on the high road below, to wheel and turn backward in full swing. And why did the Whiteboys skirt the town, to enter at the farthest end? Because the barracks were situat!!d on the outskirt nearest the mountain, and the strong jail was l!-t the other side. Captain Rock aimed to open the doors of the prison bef-0re the dragoons could ride to assail him. The Whiteboys pressed through the sil.e:n,t street in the outskirts, their leader sending forth signals on the way. Then out from lanes and alleys rushed several white figures on foot, some of them bearing hatchets, heavy hammers, stout poles, ladders, and limbs of trees. Up to the front of the strong jail and beyond rode the Whiteboys, when they halted and drew up in lines, some of them facing toward the barracks and the others to the jail, ,with scouts out on all sides. "Up with the ladders, lads," cried Captain Rock, "and at the big door with you. Freeney, I'll hold back the dragoons." The s -torm was at its height as the whitefrocked outlaws rushed at the door with their bat tering rams and heavr y hammers. The jailers and the inmates of the prison fancied that the lightning had struck the building when the first crash was heard, and a deafening peal of thunder reverberated a moment after. Cries of alarm and yells of despair could be heard by Freeney and his friends as they gained the high wall to drop down on the other side, and the old adventurer muttered to himself: 'Tis a great night for the 'work, and many a poor lad will soon be blessing us." One of the boldest of the jailers had the courage to look out from a window in front after the

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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET 15 thunderclap, when he saw the white figures pour ing into the yard over the wall. "The Whiteboys! The Whiteboys!" he yelled, i:unning to the bedroom of the head keeper. "Some of you ring the alarm bell." At that very moment two hundred dragoons were dashing out of the barracks, with the de tective, to go in chase of Little Robert Emmet's band. The alarm bell did not ring out, as one of Captain Rock's spies in the jail had cut the rope at the first signal for the attack. That same spy was then opening the front door for Freeney, and those with him, while the terrified jailers were at bay in the office. Captain Rock kept on his horse in the highway, and the daring leader's eyes were on every side. One of the scouts came riding along from the direction of the barracks. "The dragoons are out, captain," he answered, "but 'tis off toward the mountain they're going." "Just so. Then Little Robert Emmet has struck for the guns with success, and the dra goons are after him." He then turned to the scot and inquired: "!low many dragoons rode "Two full troops, captain." "That leaves about as many ore in the bar racks, and they are too many for us. If we could only draw them out on a false hunt!" Out from the jail flocked the liberated prison er and their friends, and blessings on Captain Rock and his Whiteboys could be heard as the poor fellows hastened away to seek shelter in the mountain retreats. The mounted Whiteboys held 'the highway until the Last prisoner disappeared, and then Freeney and his assistants came forth to the gate. "What next, then, captain?" asked Freeney, as he sprang on his horse: "Thunder alive, but look at the shells bursting beyond there!" "The dragoons are after the guns," replied Cap tain Rock, in excited tones, "and our little hero is playing on them. Flt!! in, fall in, and we'll dash straight out that way. Brave Little Robert Em met may be hard pressed, and we'll to the rescue!" The Whiteboys dashed on through the main street of the town, and they soon swept past the barracks in full gallop. out, come out!" yelled Captain Rock to the sentries, "and give us chase, if you daYe." The replied b:y firing at the daring fellow, and the drums beat to arms inside. The little hero was having a hot time of it on the mountain side. As the horses before the heavy guns could not move them very fast on the muddy, soft earth, the dragoons soon gained on the Whiteboys. Then Robert Emmet ordered his men to draw up, and he sent some of them to the shelter of the rocks. "Put fresh powder in your pans," he cried, 'and give the enemy a volley with the muskets and carbines as they come up. About with the guns, and we'll try .them on their late owners." With fresh priming and matches ready, the loud-toned weapons were raised in line with the approaching dragoons, and the first volley was fired. Four of the shells went over the heads of the enemy, to burst beyond, but the other two struck in front of the solid ranks, the deadly splinters causing great havoc among the horse-men. The Whiteboys then played with their muskets and carbines. "Load agiain along the line," yelled the little leader, "and we will fight to the death for the guns." The dragoons were staggered and dismayed at the deadly fire, and they fell into disorder on the side of the hill. Their gallant major was not dismayed or discouraged, and he dashed to and fro along the line, calling on his men to form anew and to charge upon the rebels. Up pressed the dragoons to meet another shower of shot and shell that staggered them again. Yet their gal lant leader kept them to the charge in good or der, and they should strike the guns ere the Whiteboys could load and fire again. In the meantime the brave little Whiteboy leader had hitched four horses to each gun and the .carriage s were faced up again, the gu:{iners loadmg ere they retreated The am.munition was then on its way well up the mountain. Another shower of leaden hail played on the dragoons from the muskets and carbines, yet they pressed up on the 'retreating guns, drawing closer and closer at every stride of the panting steeds. CHAPTER XII.-A Bold Dash. "By thunder, Freeney, but they're at it hot and heavy up there!" cried Captain Rock, as the dashed up the mountain road from the highway. The dashing horsemen paid no attention to the dead or wounded lying around after the late struggle, or to the straggling yeomen who fled before them. "It is lively up there," answered Freeney "but a bold Jers until the mountain top would be reached. J.1.:..ajor Mel ton look e d up to measure the distance, saying to himself: "All the better if we strike the on the level above, .a s we can maneuver to cut thc n all to piece s We'll spare the little rebel to stnng him up on the gallows." The dragoons or their leader did not r,rice look heh.incl to notice the white-coated hors emen gial lopmg up after them. As the lightning had ceas ed and darlc clouds hovered over the mountain Captain Rock's band did not offer much cause fo: observation. Yet Little Robert Emmet, in look ing back at his foes, noticed his friends although he was in doubt as to their character, he muttered: "If I were sure that they are Captain Rock andhis lads, I would make a final stand at once but we will up to the top."

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''J 16 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET The top of the mountain was gained soon after by the Whiteboys, and the dragoons were not more than a hundred yards in the rear. Robert Emmet pu s hed on, hoping to gain the shelter of the distant rocks before the powerful enemy could strike them, while he said to some of his men: "Two of you ride along to the right and see who are those coming up after the dragoons." Robert Emmet saw that his powerful enemies were closing on his little band, and he wheeled his !horsemen around to make a last desperate stand for the coveted guns. Then a loud voice from l>ehind the dragoons arose above the tramping of the steeds and the jingling of the accoutrements, -crying: "Scatter your boys to the right and left, brave Emmet, and see us make a bold dash through the English butchers!" All the Whiteboys in front heard that resounding voice, and they scattered to the right and left. Major Melton heard the thrilling order, and he halted his men to wheel about and to face the coming shock. But the startled dragoons could not wheel about and form in time, as the rushing Whiteboys were close on them when Captain Rock yelled to his friends, and then into that swaying mass swept the vengeful white horsemen. Wild and piercing were the yells of the Whiteboys, as they dashed in on their foes. Furious and fierce were the blows and the cuts dealt on all sides as the white horsemen burst through their enemies, to wheel about for a backward charge at the severed lines. While the leader of the Whiteboys was thus crashing through the dmgoons again, Little Robert Emmet assailed them on the right flank. Shrieks of agony and yells of triumph were then blended together with shouli13 of defiance and cries for quarter arising in unison, while the clashing of the deadly pikes and swords arose above all. Then out from that struggling burst four or five bleeding dragoons, to dash away toward the downward paths, and after them rode yelling Whiteboys as if thirsting for more slaughter. Out from the left burst a dozen more of the shattered troop, with their major in the midst. Then all the survivors scattered -and fled across the open ground, making for the downward paths, with yelling rebels in close pursuit. "Take all the horses and arms you can," yelled Captain Rock, "and spare the riders, as they are not the black-hearted yeomen. By the powers, Freeney, but that was a bold dash." "Two of them, my boy, and may we live to see many more like them." "You came in the nick of time, captain!" cried Little Robert Emmet, as the three friends drew their horses together, "as they would have been on us in another minute." "To be sure, my little hero; but you did brave work before that, and you should be proud of ti.king the guns. I must call off the lads now." Captain Rock drew a whistle and sent forth tl.ree shrill blasts, when the pursuing Whiteboys c11>ew back at the signal. The Whiteboy leader fi en gave hasty orders to his men for securing the spoils and for removing his own wounded, not forgetting the guns. "They'll be back soon with reinforcements," he 1 continued, and we must away to a safe shelter. Oh, won't there be raving among them to-night!" "Where's Charley Baldwin?" cried Robert Emmet, as he looked around at the Whiteboys. "He wa--s by my side in the last charge," responded Freeney, "and was cutting and slashing like a Trojan warrior." "Here' s the poor boy, lying for dead!" crl ed one of the Whiteboys on foot, who was plundering the fallen dragoons. "He's got an awful gash on the side of his head." "Oh, murder!" cried Freeney. "I"d sooner have myself in his place. Raise him and we'll see what hope there's for the poor fellow." The half-witted youth had received an ugly sword cut on the head, but he was not dead. "It is an ugly gash, indeed," he said, "but he may get over it. Let us down with him to the tavern when I bind it. We can have the old doc-tor for him there." "Such is war,'' sighed Captain Rock, as he gazed at the face of the wounded youth, and then around at the other sufferers. "But who will deny that it is better to die bravely in battle than to live like cowards and slaves." "It was thus my great namesake preached years ago," responded the little hero "and may his spirit never forsake.the fair land of Erin." The scattered dragoons rallied at the foot of the mountain, and messengers were sent to the barracks for reinforcements. Duncan Barton had also escaped from the dreadful fray, and he approached the defeated officer. "Well, major," said the detective, "th.at was se vere work for us, but we live to have satisfaction (}'et." "And we'll have it, Barton. You and I will move heaven and earth to get even with the scoundrels. That little fiend and the other leaders will soon dance on the gallows, I swear." CHAPTER XIII.-Friends in Danger. "But I tell you I insist on seeing Charles this very night, sir." "You can only do so on certain conditions, young lady, as I am bound to obey my orders from Captain Rock." "Oh, I'd like to hang you and Captain Rock to the highest gallow s in the country, wretches that you are, to entice the silly boy to his death." "He is not dead, Miss Farron, and we did not entice him." "You dia-you did and I hate you all." It was thus that Lucy Farron railed at Little Robert Emmet three evenings after Charley Baldwin had received a very serious wound. They were seated alone in the inner apartment of the cave, and the guards were on duty outside. The _indignant girl drew breath for a moment, glaring ang-rily at the little hero. "Well," she continued, in calmer tones, "what are your conditions?" "You must pledge that you will not tell any one where Charley is now confined to his bed." "Is that all?" 1 "You must promise, on your word a s a lady, that you will not in any manner betray those you have seen up here, or those you may meet when I lead you to ,yuur young friend, no matter what disguises we may assume."

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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET 1 7 "Have you any other binding pledges to offer?" "We have not. "I didn't know but you would want to swear me in as a 'Whiteboy. Well, l promise all you ask, and let us away. "I must blindfold you first, as when you were brought here." "Of course you must. Don't you want to put handcuffs on me also?" "Not yet," answered the little hero, with a pleasant smile, "but I may hereafter. We will now away." In less than lla1f an hour after the young couple were riding down the mountain toward the tavern, Lucy wearing the plain garb of a peasant, and with the hood of a cloak drawn over her charming countenance. On reaching the orchard back of the tavern the pair dismounted, and the man lP:ll Cork City, and I was on me way to Clomnel fair, when the sogers pounced on me, swearing they'd hang me for a Whiteboy." "\Vhat a pity, me poo r man, and will I hold a pint of porter to you,. mouth, as I see they have the handcuffs on ve ?" "Yes, old worn.an" <-ried Major Melton, "you can give the rascal a d rhk, as he will not have many more in this wo1ld." "Sure major agrn. whnt proof have ye agin me at all?" cried the p risoner. in piteous tones. "You were s inginlt n. ii:i',e] 1;0ng-, you rascal, and that proves you a'"e n Whitebo.y." "Heaven have me1cy on m e, and sure ye won't hang me for singin'\ one of Tom Moore'. songs?" Freeney approached the prisonel' ;irrain a pitcher of b eer, when the fellow whispered to her: "Are any of the bo y s about at all?" "Maybe, if you are one of the right stock." "O h, but 'tis Capt!lin Rock would serve me, if he knew." "If he knew what, man?" "That I alway s went in for the green above the r e d, old woman. "Then d r ink, a>id we'll s ee." Tire prisoner d r!>inc d the pewter mug held to his lips, and h e kep t Ms eyes fixed on the pretended old woman t ho 'wh'.le." He also .glared at Robert Emmet, wh o stood w atching him. Having finished the draught; the prisoner sprang up sud denly and seized Freeney by the wrists, as he yelled aloud: "Sei:le that old chap, major, and surround the house. I've got Freeney, and that is Robert Emmet. We'll bag more game here." That red-haired drover was Duncan Barton, and Little Robert Emmet and his old friend were in danger indeed. The soldiers pounced on the four occupants of the room, arn:I they were soon handcuffed. Then the highwayman and the little rebel were marched to the town jail. When they passed the Hall Colonel Baldwin joined them. The two rebels were given a hasty trial and were convicted and ordered shot in the morning at dawn. The col -

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18 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET onel sat in a chair at night in the office of the jail, when who should ride up to the door but Lucy and Poll Heffernan. Gaining admittance to the colonel, Lucy told him that Charles was lik e ly to regain his reason upon his recovery from his wound, and that Tom Heffernan had died, giving her a packet to deliver to him (Colonel Baldwin) on condition that he would release Free ney and little Robert Emmet. The colonel refus ed and ordered Lucy to go home. But near dawn, just a s the hangman was getting ready for the ex e cution, a loud e xplo s ion was heard on the roof of the jail, followed by another and another The Whiteboy s were s helling the jail, and already it was on fire "Le t out the pris -0ners yell e d a s oldier out side the jail. "It is on fir e in several places." CHAPTER XIV.-The Work of the Shells. Duncan Barton was the first s leeper in the jail that night to be arou s ed by the bursting of the shell s and he had only retired to rest an hour before. On the bursting of the second shell inside the gate, the d e tective was out in the yard, when he hastened to greet Major Melton. "Major," he cried, "the Whiteboys are working the howitzers from the hill over the river, and be prepared for a clas h on the jail here." The dragoons and the yeomen were helpless under such a murderous dischal'ge from their unseen foes, and flight in all directions was the result. Then out from the burning building rushed soldiers and jailers, with a few prisoners who had been confined on the upper tier. Colonel Baldwin followed soon after, and the treacherous man was in a furious state of mind. "What's all this, Barton?:' he cried, as he stare d at the blazing building. "Your howitzers are playing on us, colonel," was the calm reply, "and I am on the watch to see that our prisoners do not escape." "Thunder and lightn ing, why don't Major Mel ton have at the guns and silence them?" "Becau s e they are on that hill over the river, and the bridge is too far off. Where are the pris -oners Curley?" The hangman had just appeared at the door of jail, and he was looking back. "They're comin g s ir," he ans w e red. "Oh, mer ciful goodness, has the las t d a y come? Come on nere, a nd no tricks with me, Freeney. shell struc k the gate, and the bursting flew around on all s ide s Sending a wild yell of terror, the huge hangman to the side yard, flinging the detective a s id e in his terror, and Colonel Baldwin was hurled to the ground. Out rushed Freeney with his hands behind him, and the detective made a da s h at the .old fellow. "You can't slope that way, Freeney," he cried, as he grabbed at the late prisoner. "Look out fr the little prisoner, Major Melton "Look out for yourself, you ungrateful hound!" cried Freeney, as he dealt the detective a terrible b l o w in the face with the handcuffs; "and we're not on the gallows yet." Then away after the hangman dashed the old with the little h e r o after him, while an-hangman darted up a ladder placed against the wall at the back of the jail yard, and he was soon over on the other side Freeney and the little hero followed after. The murderous shells kept playing on t'he doomed building, and on the grounds around it. Out from the barracks dashed two hundred dragoons, to gallop away to the bridge, and to charge upon the hill where the howitzers !!ltood. Two persons watched the work of the shells from a wood to the right of the jail, and a little behind them stood six horses ready saddled for the road, with two peasants holding the animals "Oh, dear me," groaned one of the observers, "it i s terrible to see the destruction of life and property, but it cannot be helped. Will they never come, so that we can send up the rockets?" "There \hey come now, Miss Lucy," answered the other, who was Poll Heffernan, "and we'll s end up the rockets See! There's the big hangman, and the two others; and there come two more." "Thank goodness, the cruel work is over for the night, and I pray they'll escape now." "They will-they will! Let us up with tlie rockets at once." Major Melton drew off from the burning jail with some of the dragoons, and they l}ll watched the gate for the pris oners. Then out Colonel Baldwin, followed by the detective. "The rascals have escaped, I fear," growled the latter, pressing his hand to his head, "and Freeney has left his mark on me." At that moment Little R.obert Emmet and his friends were darting into the wood, where Lucy Farron and Poll Heffernan received them. Then up from the edge of the wood went three green rockets, and the howitzers on the hill ceased fir ing. Out from the wood and down to the rivers ide dashed six riders, one of them cv ying: "Hurrah, boys and girls and we are better than gallows birds yet. Into the river dashed the fearless riders while a wild cheer a r ose from the hill on the side and down from t he wood galloped Major and his dragoons As the dragoons d rew ne,ar the river a land serpent was heard frofll t he oth....or s ide, and then ove r the water swept a s hell, to strike right in front of Major Melton. "Bac k to the si d e cri e d office r a s he swerved to th e right. The infernal s h e ll s are doing the wor k of the fiends to-night!" CHAPTER XV.-The Bold Dragoons. For three days after the r e scue of the prisoners and the burning of the jail, English troops poured into the rebel county from all s ide s Yet they could not strike Captain Rock and hi s White boys. Colonel Baldwin had his son removed to the hall, where two hundred yeomen kept guard and the youth improved hourly in mind and body: Lucy Farron watched over her old _playmate, and Poll Heffernan was the young lady's constant companion throughout. The unscrup\llo u s magistrate obj e cted to the tavern keeper's d aughter, but Lucy i nsisted on

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LITTLE ROBERT EMMET 19 being her own mistress in such matters. It was said that Tom Heffernan was buried by the Whiteboys on the night after his death, and the tavern was closed thereafter.. Colonel Baldwin met with two severe lo sses on the night of the shelling of the jail. Curley the Cat di sappeared1 and it was supposed that the huge hangman haa perished in the ruins. The important package taken from Lucy disappeared also, as the unscrupulous man could not find it in his breas t pocket after e scap-ing from the burning building. Lucy Farron was stil1 angry with her guardian for his treacherous act that night, and she declared to herself that she would have no more to do with him when she became of age. As the days passed away, rumors floated around to the effect that Captain Rock was har. d at work against the English landlords in the next county. Many of the troops concentrated in the barrack town were then sent away to the threatened di strict, !but Colonel Baldwin still maintained his full force of yeomen at the hall. That tyrant was determined to hold the place and the great estate throughout. The shadows of the night were again stealing over the mountains as a force of over two hundred dragoons marched along the highway toward the barrack town. Colonel Baldwin was sitting on the balcorry with Major Melton as the dragoons ap proached. The two officers hastened down the broad walk, when they found the dragoons drawn up i"n front of the lodge gate, with the officer in comm:pid dismounted. "Who resides here, gentlemen?" asked the setlange officer, a s he saluted the colonel and the major. A courteous answer was given, the Whiteboys of the mountains were spoken about, and the bold dragoons were invited to billet for the night at the hall. "We have plenty of rations for man and horse," cried Colonel Baldwin, "and we may give you a chance to slash at the rebels ere morning." The invitation was readiliy accepted, and the bql9 dragoons marched into the premises. The officer in command of tbe strangers was an old veteran with a full gray beard, who had jus t returned from India with his regiment. "We only landed in Cork two nights since," he said, "and here we are sent at once to have a slap at the Whiteboys of Tipperary." "And you will have a slap at them soon, I pray," answered Colonel Baldwin, "when I hope you will be able to seize and hang Captain Rock." Colonel Baldwin entertained the regular officers in splendid style, while the dragoons soon made themselves at home also. In the meantime, the yeomen scouts reported that the Whiteboys on the mountai{l S were moving away toward the town. The precauti9ns were then relaxed somewhat, and the officers and the men to have a frolicsome night of it. The dragoons ap peared to be silent fellows at first, but they soon thawed out, under the influence of good whisky. Then it was discovered that they were mostly Irishmen from Galway. Midnight was approaching when a horseman rode along the road from the mountain with a prisoner in front of him. "Who comes there?" cried a yeoman sentny, who was posted out on the road. "A friend, of course, was the response. "Don't you know my voice, Bill Jackson?" "Curly the Cat, by all that' s wonderful!" cried the yeoman. The big hangman rode up to the hall "l"lith his prisoner, when a shout from the y eomen outside announced their arrival. Colonel. Baldwin hastened out on hearing the cries of his men. "What's all this?" he cried. 'Tis me s ir!'' cried Curley, a s he dismounted, "and I bring you a nice present. "Curley alive!" "To be sure, colonel, and kicking at that. Do you know this little chap?" The big hangman dragged his prisoner into the hallway, and Colonel Baldwin stared at the latter. "Little Robert Emmet!" the old tyrant excla i m ed, with an ugly imprecation. "By thunder, but this is fortunate. Where have you be e n Curley_, and how d i d !Y<>U catch this little scoundrel? Drag him in here." The hangman stated that he had been captured by the Whiteboys on the night of the burning of the jail, after he had dashed after old Freeney and Robert Emmer,' while they were e scaping from the burning building. The cunning rasc.al told a very plaus ible story throughout, giving a graphic descri.Ption of his escape frqm the stronghold on the mountains and his capture of the little hero. Colonel Baldwin glared at his little enemy with vengeful e yes, when he turned to e xplain the position o f the prisoner to the regular officers present. "And now he continued, "I swore to las h this little s coundrel, and I'll keep my oath. Then we'll hang him in the morning." Two yeomen seized the pris oner, who s e arms were bound behind him. Preparations wer e s oon made for the dreadful punishment, Colon e l Baldwin denouncing the prisoner in fierce tones. Little Robert Emmet did not reply to the denunciations, but he made one or two appeals to the offi. cers present. Just -as his coat was dragged off, Lucy Farron ran into the apartment, followed b y Charles Baldwin and Poll Heffernan. "Oh, Colonel Baldw in," cried Lucy, a s she knelt before the tyrant, "I beg of you to spare the youn_g gentleman. Put him to death, if y ou will, but do not las h him a gain. "I have sworn to g i ve him a hundred, and I will keep my oath," was the brutal response. "Then I will keep m y oath al s o," cried Little Robert Emmet, "and I will show you little mercy, you brutal tyJ:ant." While thus spe11king, Little Robert Emmet burs t away from those who held him, and his arms were free. Then, drawing a pistol, he fired up at the ceiling, erying: "Captain Rock, I call on you to set me free and to punish the tyrant." A fearful commotion then aros e throughout the building and outside. The chief officer of the dragoons sprang to his feet and pointed a pistol at Colonel Baldwin, as he yelled aloud: "Bold dragoons, do your duty! Colonel Baldwin, inhuman tyrant that y<>u are, you are miy prisoner." The ..startled tyrant stared at the old officer in intense amazement, while the commotion increased on every side. "What means this, sir?" cried the startled mall,

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20 LITTLE ROBERT EMMET as he saw the detective and Major Melton seized by the dragoons. "It means," cried the old officer, "that the Whiteboys of Tipperary have taken Baldwin Hall, and that I am Captain Rock!" CHAPTER XVI.-Conclusion. When the commotion was over Little Robert Emmet confronted the wre_tch who had been thus baffled. "Colonel Baldwin," commenced the little hero, in calm but ominous tones, "I have just received information from Dublin, and the law has decided in my favor." "The estate was left to my son!" cried the stubborn prisoner. "Your son!" cried Robert Emmet, in thrilling tones. "Cheat, swi:ltller, robber, murderer, you have no son!" The prisoner turned pale and trembled, while Robert Emmet continued: "Friends and enemies, listen to me. This es tate was ldt. to the oldest member of a certain family who would survive on a certain day, and that day has gone by. If Colonel Baldwin's wife had a son, that SCn would be the heir." "And he stands there!" cried the prisoner, point-ing at Charles. "Liar!" cried Ro.bert Emmet. "Your wife never had a son as was proved in Dublin. Heffernan is alive, and he is here now, after returning from giving his evidence in court." And into the rcom walked the former tavernkeeper. The confounded 1nagistrate stared at the newcomer and grew paler still. "Betrayed on all sides!" he groaned. "Yeo, miserable wretch!" cried Little Robert Emmet, "you are baffled on all sides. This young man, as you kno\\, is the son of a soldier who served under you in Spain. You treated him like a clog in his youth, and he has no love for you now." "And I was the only witness to the fraud," said Heffernan. "I swore to keep the secret, and I kept it until the villain tried to take mv life." "Baffled on every side, indeed!" gro.aned the miserable prisoner. "Still, young traitor, you can't hold the estate, as you are a Whiteboy and a rebel." "I signed over my claim on the estate the day I landed in Ireland," replied Robert Emmet, "and the claimant will be iere soon to take possession." Then he contimied: "Capta;n Baldwin, you sentenced me, without a form of trial, to the lash and to the rope. You are in my power now, and I have sworn vengeance on you. You will receive a hundred lashes on the instant. and--" / "What:" roared the prisoner. "Do iyou dare to inflict such an insult on me?" "You clid not spare me, sir, and am I not as pure of blood as you are? What do you say, of Tipperary?" "Lash t'he tyrant!" was the cry that arose on "lry side. "I'm ieady to ply the cat," c1:ied Curley, as he flourished the lash, "ana I don't think I ever laid it on to a greater villain." "In inercy," pleaded the baffled wretch, "put me to but don't lash me. "How much mercy did you show me, or any of your victims?" answered Robert Emmet. "Re tire, young lad'Y, as he must suffer." Lucy and the young folks retired to a distant part of the house, and Curley hastened to ply the lash on his victim. We will not dwell on the .scene, but who can deny that the brutal wretch deserved all he received? When the punishment was.over the bleeding tyrant was placed on a bed and his cuts were dressed by the hangman. Freeney -then turned to the detective with a grim smile. "I suppose, my Jackeen," said the old fellow, "that you expect a dose also?" "I do not," was the firm reply. "And why?" "Because I know you are too much of a man to take revenge in that way." "True for you, as I know that you were trying to do your duty in capturing me. Well, you'll give u'p the hunt now, I suppose?" "I will; but if I am spared I will never retutn to Dublin again." The was released, but he was never seen in Dublin again. The yeomen and l\iajor Melton were released in the morning, when Captain Rock and all the Whiteboys retired to the mountains, taking the hangman with them. Little Robert Emmet disappeared also. Early in the morning the Dublin lawyer appeared to take possession of the estate. Officers of the law also appeared to arrest Colonel Baldwin on the charge of conspiracy and attempted murder. The miserable wretch was tried in the city, and he was sentenced to fourteen years' transportation. Lucy Farron befriended the youth known as Charles Baldwin, and she took Heffernan and his daughter under her protection also. About a year after, when the young lady became of age, a party of friends left "Sweet Dublin Bay" oh a packet ship bound for New York City. When that party landed on the dock at New York, Little Robert Emmet was there to receive them. About a year after Lucy landed in America a double maniage took place in a church in a village near Albany. Little Robert Emmet led Lucy Farron to the altar, and Poll Heffernan became the wife of the youth known as Charles Baldwin, the old tavernkeeper being a witness. And so was bold Freeney. Captain Rock flour ished in different parts of the South of Ireland for several years after, and he was always suc cessful in his attm:ks on the yeomen and the tyrant landlords. The huge hangman became a Whiteboy, but he fell in the first fight. It was never discovered who Captain Rock really was, and several persons were seized and punished for him. Yet he real1y lived to a good old age, and he died here in America. Next week's issue will contain "KIT CAR SON'S KIT; or, THE YOUNG ARMY SCOUT."

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PLUCK AND LUCK 2 1 CURRENT NEWS MURAT SWORD IS STOLEN. Historical relics to the value of ,000 have b een carried off by thieves at night from the B ologne City Mu s eum. The stolen treasure includes a massive goldhandled sword inlaid with came os which Napole o n I gave to Marshal Joachim Murat, als o a massive gold and mother-of-Pearl scabbard and girdle presented to Murat by the City of Paris. BEAR CHASES BOY IN JERSEY. A black bear attacke d John Belcher, 17 years old, near hi s home at Vernon Township, Sus s e x N J March 20. The boy was walking on the railroad tra<:k s near here whe n he saw the bear about fifty feet away. He said he thre w stones at the animal, and struck it over the paws with a stick when he chased him. He ran to a farmhouse, he said, but when he returned with h elp the bear had di sappeared. BURNS PHOTO WORTH $5,000. Stephen Nemeth, a c l erk in Budapec:t Hungar y in sore straits, appealed to his brother George, who in Chicago. Months later the r e c ame from George a large photograph, which Stephen in anger thre w in "the fire. The next day there came this letter: "MyDear Stephen-If you will carefully divid e in two the photo I sent you yest erday you will find a $5,000 bill concealed between the two s he e t s Your loving brother, Georg e." CONVICT PAYS DEBTS. By making cedar che sts in r ecreation hours at the penitentiary in Richmond, Va., Sidna Allen, serving a thirty-year sentence for taking part with the Allen band in shooting up the court at Hil.\,9-ville, Carroll County, Va., eight y ears ago, has made sufficient money to pay off every debt owed by him. A wagon company in Winston-Salem offe1ed to release him from a debt a s a Christmas gift to his family, the offer was declined and the debt paid in full, with -interest. Allen wrote that this was the last dollar that he ow e d in the-world, and that nothing satisfy him so much a s the knowledge that it has been paid. BLIND BURGLAR CAUGHT. The first blind burglar on r ecord was captured the othe r day by Deputy Sheriff Charle s W e nz e ll, of Huntington, N. Y a finger print expe 1 t, when he tracked dow \'l George H awxhurst, who has been blind from birt,,, and who confes sed, according to Wenzell, that he h a d robbed the homes of William T. Lockwood and Matthew Curley, both of Hunt-. ington. Wenzell was summoned when the burglaries were d i scovered, and during his i nvestigation of the premises fo und a pec uliarly shap ed footprint on the s ofa in the L o ,ckw o od home. With this clew, w h ic h pointe d t o the wearin g of a spec ially made s hoe by the perso n wiho commi tted the burg-lary, Wenzell traced the owner. He then dis co v ered that Hawxhurst, who s e s hoes made exactly the same sort of track as that upon the Lockwood sofa, was totally blind and had been so all his life. Hawxhurs t is said to have told the officers that he had no accomplice, but h a d guided himself s olely by his senses of touch and hearing. A few bottles of grapejuice and an alarm clock are said to have comprised his loot READ We have received the following letter, and pub li s h it cheerfully, hoping it will do som e good. A s ide from the fact that the r epeal of the war tax w ould be of immens e fin n ncial b e nefit to manufacturers of sporting g o ods, we believe that a prohibitive price should b e recluc e d s o that all o u r readers could get athletic e quipment a s c!{eap l y a s po s sible. It is th.e brains, brawn and sinew of this country that have made u s the leading race of the world's population, and athletic exercises have contributed to make our boys strong and healthy young citizens. The E ditor. March 29, 1921. To the Editors of Boys' Magazines: One of the things th'.lt every boy is interested in i s the repeal of the 10 p e r cent. war tax or, sporting goods, and if every boy i s interested in this every boys' maga zine s hould be. The boy s know that they have to pay the tax if they wish to enjoy sp9 rts and we want to tell -you that the w a r tax has seriously affect e d every boy's p articipa t i on in !jport s R emember that 7 0 per c ent. of the s po rting equipment sold in the Unite d States goe s to boys under the age of 1 8 years The war tax w,as put on ,to take some mon e y a w a y from the profess ional baseball play eds. The t a x mi s se d fir e. It never touched the professi on a l baseball player; it went into the pocket s of tli:ise whom the makers never gave a thought a b ourthe kids Now that the tax is on the only way to get it off is to s h o w the Congressmen jus t how it affects young Ame rica. Can I count on you to g e t behind the movement and t e ll the boy s just what the y s hould do to have the t a x repealed? They should write letter s to their Congressm e n and S enators telling the m jus t how the war tax affects the m ind ividually and the other boy s o f their s ection. If you can g e t e v ery boy whCl r e ad s you1 magazine to write a letter Washing ton, and the b o y c a n get his fa.ther and" some othe r friends to follow his exa mpl e you know that quite a few l etters will arrive in Washington on this proposition. You 1.now what u s e the army had for sporting eriuipment during the v .ar. lt was a then. It is a nece ssity now if we want to keep our boys fit. What good are p laygrounds if t h e boys d o not have the proper eq uip_ ment to u s e in the playground. When I tell you that chewing gum is taxed at 3 per cent. and jewelry at 5 per cent. yo u kno w that some on e sli pped s om ething W on t you h e l p us t ake off the tax? Peter P. C arney.

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22 PLUCK AND LUCK The Young Mail Carrier -OR-The Dangers Of The Postal Road By WILLIAM WADE (A SERIAL STORY) CHAPTER !.-(Continued.) Harvey West was on his face and did not move when the boy's cry rang out, and the latter at onc e came to the conclusion that his parent was either dead or in an unconscious condition. "Dead or alive, I must get him out of that," muttered Tom, "but how can the thing be done?" As we have said, the cliff made an almost sheer descent for twenty feet from the road. Tom glanced at his saddle and in a moment was at the side of his gallant black stallion and the rope was in hi s hands. He made one end fast to the pommel of the saddle, tested the girth and clinched it up another hole to make sure that it would stand an extra strain, and then spoke to his horse as thoug h the latter had been a human being. "Black Dick," he said patting the glossy neck of the beautiful creature and then ki ssing him on his velvety nose, "dad is down there at the bottom of that drop and we've got to get him up. I want you to stand as firm a s a rock while I lower myself clown the face of the cliff, and when I get there I'm going to make the end of this lasso fast t<,> my waist, pick dad up in my arms and call on you to pull, and when I do that I want you to walk away asslowly as though you were trailinga mountain lion. Go slow, old boy, o:r may it kill the two of ,us before we get to the foiJ." Black Dick had been captured when he was a mere colt b y Harvey West, who turned him over to Tom to care for, break and train. The boy and the horse had been inseparable companions for three years, and that there was a positive affection between them nobody doubted and more than one admirer of the black stallion asserted he understood every word that his young ownlT said. 011 the present occasion he rubbed his nose against Tonn with an intelligent expression in his black eyes, and with perfect confidence in the assistance that he would receive from the horse the boy let himself carefully down the face of the cliff. Holding the loose end of the lasso in his hand, the boy ran to his father the instant his feet touched the ground. He seized him by the shoulders and turned him over on his back, and as he did so the unconscious man uttered a groan and opened his eyes. "Dad," cried the boy, pained to wote the dazed expression in the eyes of his father, "don't you know me?" The familiar voice aroused Harvey West's sluggish faculties and he tried to raise himself up from the ground, but fell back at once with a deep groan. "Tom," he faintly said, "I'm afraid I'm done for." "Don't say that, dad," mournfully said the boy. Where are you hurt?" "I'm shot in the back, and my legs are paralyzed. The.J<-.m_eant to kill me outright for they sh_ot at the center of my back, but just at that mmute I leaned forward to alter a buckle on the bridle .and the ball plowed along my spine instead of gomg through me. I guess it's my finish Tom." "We'll see about that, dad. I don't suppose you can stand, can you?" no feeling in my legs." Im, gomi; to get you home," sai d Tom, "and then I m gomg to get a doctor from Silver City a?d that bullet comes out you may be ali rwht m a few days." Harvey West was tall and broad a heavy man but his eighteen-year-old son was' nearly as tali and broad as the father, and after he had fastened the lasso firmly around his waist he picked the wounded man up from the ground with pertect ease, and as gently as a mother would Jift a sleep-ing child. Advancing to the foot of the almost sheer cliff he placed his feet against it, bent his body back: and softly called to Black Dick to pull "Gid-ap. Easy, boy," he said. "Slow' and easy, Gid-ap, there!" CHAPTER II. The Boy Mail Carrier Encounters Danger on j;Jle Postal Road. It was a beautiful sight to see Black Dick turn around at the word of command and slowly walk away from the edge of the cliff. He moved with a slow and stately step, as though aware that his young master and the wounded man might be injured by any abrupt movement that he might make. The black stallion marched with the steadiness of a trained soldier, and Tom was enabled to move up the almo s t perpendicular face of 'the rock without difficulty, bearing the wounded man without shock or jar. He reached the level and at once called "Whoa!" to the horse, who stopped at the sound of his voice. Tom laid his father down on the ground very lightly and then unfastened the lasso from around his own waist. He looked as far up the as the curves in. it would per mit, but saw no sight of human bemgs on either and concluded t)'iat the transportation of his !IlJured parent to his must depend up'on himsel f. The Wests lived about four miles away from the spot where Tom now stood, in a little hamlet called Oil Springs, and the problem that con the .boy t? get his father there with as little pam as possible. He mane a pillow of the mail pouches for his father's head, and then crossed the road and cut some young and tender branches from trees that grew there. With the lasso he fixed these firmly on the back of the horse, placed his father on the leafy couch and b id him to it. Then he took the bridle in his _hand and prepared to start for home. (To be continued)

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PLUCK AND LUCK 23 THE NEWS IN SHORT ARTICLES BOILED EGG PUZZLE SOLVED. The mystery of several hard boiled eggs in every crate received by commission merchants in Wilmington, Del., from certain sections of Sussex County has been solved. After many customers complained about the hen that "laid boiled eggs" the merchants investigated. Farmers in that section who iaise expensive varieties of chickens do not wish their neighbors to benefit by getting the eggs and having them hatched. To prevent this before the eggs are sold they are dipped in boiling water RATS EAT PAPER MONEY. Government officials who directed that an arsenious compound be used in the printing of Hungarian currency aimed a knock-out blow at the rat which has cultivated a taste for paper ni'onev. Peasants in the commune of Soroksar, near 'Budapest have found the money a first-class poison. Repeated seizures of bank deposits recently had aroused the suspicions of the peasants and they began hoarding their money in their cellars in preference to intrusting it to banks. The money seems to have attracted hordes of migrant gray rats, and it is claimed currency having a face value of 150,000,000 kronen v,ras destr"yed. Many rats giving rich promise of futures full of' depredation died from the effects of the coloring matter in the money, however, and the rats ar alleged to have taken alarm and to have left the village in a body. WOULD BE "DR. CRUSOE" NOW. Juan Fernandez Island, 450 miles west of Valparaiso, widely regarded as the spot around which the story of Robinson Crusoe was written, i s to be tuined into a health resort, according to present J>il.l!.ns of the Chilean Government. The island is thirteen miles long and four miles wide. Vegetat}on is abundant. Many kinds of fruits thrive {here and the sea in the vicinity swarms with a species of codfish and .quantities of seals, according to a recent visitor. The actual original of Defoe's story of Crusoe was said to have been Alexander Selkirk, one of a crew of buccaneers, who quarreled with his skipper and was marooned at his own request on Juan Fernandez, where he spent four lonely years. The grotto where Selkirk is sup osed to have lived with his man Friday still is to be seen. A British warship visited the i sland in 1868 and members of the c1ew erected a tablet in memory of SelkiTk. suicide of the Governor, Commander Warren J. Terhune. The revised laws drawn by Captaiil. Waldo Evans, the new Governor, and Judge A M. Noble and submitted to the native chiefs, mark an inter esting change from the early laws providing for the Samoans. When in 1900 the first Secretary of Native Affairs, Judge Gurr, asked the native iu!ers of the Samoan villages to submit laws to him for recommendation to the first Governor he received from various villages a copy of the Ten Commandments of the Bible. This accompanied with the suggestion that penalties for their violation should consist of a fine in the shape of a hog and a barrei of beef. These recommendations were not adopted in whole, for such penalties would have resulted in every offense paving the way for a feast in the village. This, officials deciqed, would prove too much of a temptation for the natives. It is the custom of the Samoans, and was then that when any offense is complained of, and offe_nde1 no.t known, for the -native pastor or n'.ltive magistrate comoel each person in the village to declare his or her innocence by oath on the Bible. "MYSTERY MAGAZINE" SEMI-MONTHLY 10 CENTS A COPY LATEST ISSl"ES 'FHAN I :YJ:. by Ro.lpll Cummins. v THE _CLl:b IN TIIJo, D.\ltK ltOCHI l>y Ho.uoilton Cra1gie. 67 !)F ii:\' Eclmnnd Jones 68 DLJ L( l 1' E WADES IlJG CASF., by TCthei mon. BJJ'kiNbJ 71 #HE SPOONS, by Wlllini.11 Ho.mllton Osborne. 72 THE CAXIXF. cum. ])\ Thos .. T. Lally. <3 THE P8YCHTC hi-Artlrnr Wm .\nclreen H '.l'Hlil WONDER crTRL. hy Rnlnh Cummins 75 ON THE wnoxo TRAIT,, by Etl1e1 zo THF. SPIRIT WITNERS. by Chas. F. Oursler 17 THE LITTLE WHITF. ROOM, by Marc Edu111n1l Jones. 78 '.rHE STOLEN YEAH. h)' Edmund Elliot. HOLI,YWOOD HOUSE, by W!I SO A KF.YLTCSS MYSTERY. hy Hamllton Crnlgle. 81 PROFESSOR SATAN. by Chas. 17'. Oursler. 82 WHO KILLED McNALLY? by Beulah Poynter. T amo.us Detective StQl"y Out Today In No. 83 h THE CLUE OF THE WHORL By KATHERINE STAGG FRANK TOUSEY. rub., 168 w. %3d St., N. Y. Some years ago the Chilean Government at-' tempted to colonize the island and gave free pas---------------------to emigrants, but the scheme was a failure ''MOVING PICTURE STORIES,, and the island now has only 200 inhabitants. QUAINT OLD CUSTOMS OF SOMOA. A new code of laws based on Ametican statutes has developed in American Samoa from the disturbances of last year wl;iich culminated in the A Weekly llla&"aaine Devoted to Photoplaya nn
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24 PLUCK AND LUCK THE WRECK AFLOAT By COL. RALPH FENTON. my astonishment, he deserted the wheel, as he i eplied: "I n ever di s obey e d an order in my life before, sir, and l'm an old man; but I'll not steer for yond e r phantom w r eck." "Why, Bolton, are you crazy?" I asked, spring I had often before run the whole coast from to the wheel myself. Newfoundland to Key West, and was on my iast "No, sir, not crazy; I'm a true seaman. and I cruise in that part that we fell in with the don't want to run aboard any spirit craft such as Haunte d Wreck. yonder i s ," returned the old sailor e arnestly, yet I was first mate the n of the "Vesta," a brig with politene s s, while Mr. Vincent cried: out of B0ton, and trading with South American "Oh, Mr. Carter, you will board the wre ck, won t you?" ... ports and it was u pon our return trip that we took as passenger a gentleman, who came on I was in a quandary, for the crew were coming board at Vera Cruz. aft, and I c a lle ( l d own the hatch for the captain He w a s a t a ll, dark-faced man of forty-five, to come on deckz and pointing out the wreck to "11th b lac k restless eyes and a nervous manner. him, told him what had o c curred speaking unles s spoken to, he was not a At onc e he ordere d the man Bolton back to the jolly c c mpanion; but b eing always polite, and wheel, and the crew forward; but not a man mindi"Pg his own business, we. had no complaint to moved. make against him. .Then the boatswain, coming forward, wa s their He passe d most o f the time upon deck, sleeping spoke sman, and firmly refuse d for all hands to little. and seemingly ate to keep off hunger, and work the ve s sel, unless her cou r se was change d to not a s though he en;i'o yed it. avoid the wreck. When he was on d "ck he was always gazing out The capta m appealed to them in the name of over the waters in P VP.ry quarter, until the crewi the peopl e in di stress on board the wreck; but it nicknamed him Caphin Lookout. was no use; the y were firm, and, furthermo r e, One bright moonlight night we were gliding said the brig s hould not approach any nearer the slo w l y along under a t hree-knot bree ze. when Mr. haunted hulk. Vinc ent, for so the stranger was r e gi stered on the All this tirp e Mr. Vincent stood. in silenc e but brig's b o ok s cried out: eagerly Joking on, and hearing the deci s ion of the "Wre<'k ahoy!" cre w, turned to the captain. I h a d bEfore se t h it n down as a little off in the "Do you intend to let your bully you, sir?" upper story, and I felt c o nvinced of it, as sweep\ he asked sternly. the horizo7> V>it.11 my gl a 5 s I .could nowhere "There is no better crew afloat, sir; not a man discover an obJeet upon the moonlit waters. has incu-red my displeasure on the whole voyage, "Wreck a ho y std" h e called aga in. and knowing the superstitious views of seamen, "Mr Vincent, hlld y o u not b etter go down mto I sh'111 yield them the point in this ," was the reply the c abin und have a g ame of che s s with the cap-of .the captain. tain?" I a s k e d. Mr. Vincent marl e no reply but ente r<'r1 he "No. E:l:r: I pin y n n g ai;ie s nor have I heart f?r cabin just as the brig's was ch H to pleasure while ho'I:' f a t e There, sir, a v oid the wreck, now less than a league a .. ay, do you n o t s e c thllt wreck and rising and falling upon the waves He pointe d and to my I di.Bcovered a large hulk in our path, and then I A m oment our passenger appear knew that hi s k eon e;-t>s haa seen it even before ed on deck, d e void of h i s coat and boot s a'lld the l o okout at the! a h and could check him, sprang overboard "I do Eee o wree! { sh and--" mto the sea. "Wreok ho I" So sudden was his act that for a moment all The ory c ame frnm aloft, and In stantly e;,,ery were dazed, and it was some moments before the i;eama.n on the brig wng on hi s feet, and gazing brig wr. s hove to and an orde r give n to lower a earneatly across th11 waters, their minds filled boat. with d1ead. In 401ng thls we lost sight of the strange man, HAt; )ast at las t I Oh sir the wind ls dying and I bega n an extended search for him, rowing 11wa1; but' you wlll i;i;nd' and h e oft' nnd on about where I supposd h i m to b o turn'od me with p lheoue 11ppQAl in ce, AftJ l' fifteen minutel'l' fruitle!! e J!eareh, I wa.s ttncl, wiLh h a ndii Qla11pe.lned ''Wii headln!l,' fol' U t e M1\ Vinet1nt :md hnd intentionally commi tted 1 micido, whei;i1 and J:f' there a.re 6f\ bo nrd t.J1o 1 mp t ni n wlll s wtieplnrr the W.!\ter s with my in tho moon a do all he ean for the m 11 I amw ered ga1:ing nt wnke l rmddenly eaught sight of a dark obj(lct. the man l?\ at hl1 excitem ent,' for he was A glnnee showed me that !t was a man's h ead trembling llke one with the ague. and shoulders and that he was swimming boldly "What do you make her. out, Thompson?" I and rapidly toward the wreck. asked of the man aloft, and after a mom ent his At onoe I gave chase, and when I overhauled ani m er came! him he was within half a mile of the wreck, for "It's the Haunted Wreck, sir; I saw her once he had swum a s I believe no man could swim. before." It was only by threats that I could force the Involuntiuily the helmsman chang-ed the course two sea.men at the oars to go A"fter him, a s they of the brig, bringing her up several points, but I dreaded the wreck so, but at last they did so, and sternly ordered him to head on as b'More, and, to we overtook the gallant swimmer.

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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 "Here, Mr. Vi.I\cent, you must get into the bOat with me," I said firmly. "Never, sir, never!" he cried, and he went out of sight. We watched closely for him and after a minute he arose seventy feet away, and nearer the wreck. At once we rowed after him, to see him again disappear; and thus it went on, when he dived, I ordered the men to row rapidly toward where we expected he would come up. I was right, for he came out of the water within ten feet of us, but disappea.red upon seeing us. "We will drown him at this rate, sir; better let him go on to the wreck,'' s<1id one of the :m,en. "No, I will not leave him to his fate," I said firmly. "Youdon't mean you will go yonder, sir?" ask-ed one of the oarsmen quickly. "I do mean it, and if you refuse to go, I shall take you back to the brig and go alone." "You are wrong, sir, for that ain't a true craft." "True or phantom, haunted or not, I follow yonder man, if I have to jump overboard and swim .after him," was my answer. "Bob, there ain't but one time to die, let's back the mate and go,'' said ihe starboard oarsman, and after a moment's hesitation the other replied: "I'll go; but it's hard to ask it of us." Without another word the two men pulled on after the swimmer, but so slowly that he really gained on us, and I feared each moment their courage would give out. As we drew near the wreck I noticed that it was a large hull, without a single mast, and that its bulwarks were battered in, and looking, 1 saw, almost to my horror, I frankly admit, a white form, a human being suddenly appear upon the quarter-deck. I did not make my discovery known to the oarsmen for I knew they would pull right back to the brig, but with my eyes riveted upon the form I held on. Suddenly a wild cry came froni. the waters ril!head, and it was echoed by a shriek from the wreck. and the oars dropped from the nerveless hands of the men; but I cried out that the poor man was drowning, and they seized them again and p11lled to his aj,d, though one said: "I thought I heard an answering cry from the wreck." With wonderful speed Mr. Vincent now urged himself through the waters, and when we were yet sixty yards from him he reached the wreck, drew himself up over the bow, and I saw him disappear. "Men, he has boarded her; the wreck is real," I said, and so, reassured, they pulled on and in a few seconds more we were alongside and I clambered over the shattered bulwarks. Never will I forget the sc ene I then witnessed, for the strange passenger sat upon the deck, and in his arms, unconscious, lay a woman's form clad in white. "Oh, sir, help me to restore her, for she has fainted,'' l'e cried, pitifully and the two men having now come on board we did all. we could a1rd, the eyes of the maiden, for she was only eighteen, and very beautiful, opened and gazed around her. "Saved! thank Heaven, and by you, my father," she murmured. Yes, and he then and there told us his story. He was a rich planter, and was on a voyage of pleasure with his only child when in a storm the vessel had been di smasted and cast upon her beam-ends, and every effort to right her had been una.vailing. The crew and paEsengen. had taken to the boat;;, and in the confusi on Mr. VincE:nt had been told that his daughter was in the captain's gig; but when the boats got away, and the wreck was lost sight of, her absence was di s covered. In vain did the distracted father offer large sums if they would return to the wreck. He was told that it had gone down, and thus he was taken away, and the party in the boats were res-cued some days later. The maiden h a d really been placed in the captain's gig by her father, who then aided others; but she had returned on board after her jewel box, saying she would go in another boat with her parent, but she had fallen down the companionway, and was stunned by striking her head, and was thus left on board; yet, strange to say, a huge wave had righted the huJI once more and when she returned to she saw that there was no danger of the wreck sinking, and hoped for rescue soon, though she was almost in de spair at h4>r 0nely lot. With plenty of nrovisions o n board she fared well; but day after day passe d and no rescue came Thus the months away, until she felt that she would go mad were she not upheld by the hope of rescue, and oYer the seas :;he drifted in her stanch ol'd wreck, while her father, bowed down with grief, was wont to sail from port to port, passing a.gain and again over the treacher ous waters that had bken from him his child. We returned to the bri"', which took the wreck in tow, and we got a snug sum in salvage-money, and the two oarsmen and myself received hand some presents from Mr Vincent and Miss Cora, the fair spirit oLthe wreck afloat. .. ..... '-' FINDS SON IN PRISON CHORUS. Lemuel Gary, di strict superintendent of a large life in surance company in Columbu s, Ohio, sat in a meeting of underwriters listening to a ma!<:: chorus composed of convicts from the Ohio Penitentiary sing. In the prison uniform waR a young man named William Gary. Friends of the insurance man began commenting on the likeness of his n am e with that of the convict's. 'fhey called the convict down from the stage. There was an instant r Pcognition by the insur ance man of a son, by the convict of a father. Rising to his feet, the father introduced .the convict to the audience, saying he had not seen his son for fourteen years. As a closing number, Young Gary, with his arm linke d in that Of his father's, sang "Dear Old Daddy," and there was not a dry eye in the audi ence. "This is the happiest day of my life," said the father. Young Gary, sentenced from Cleveland far motor car theft, will be released from prison,

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PLUCK AND dJCK PLUCK AND LUCK NEW YORK, APRIL 27, 1921. TERMS TO SuBSCRlBERS Sing-le Copiet!i ........... .... J-or;.tt;,;e Free.... .0'7 One Cu11.r .'.\louthlj... u .. Cenh One (.upy .\louthK ..... ,. : St ';5 Oue Co)13 One \"l'ln....... 3.50 now 'l'O i>El\V our risk send P. o. l\luUt>Y Check or H egisterecl Lf'tt er; remhtances in auy other way are H rour risk. We accept Postage MUWIJ the same as call. When sendiug ilver wrap the l:oiu in n separnte piece of paper to a rnhl cuttln" the euvelope. Write your name aud address plainly. AdJetters to HARRY E. WOLFF, Publishsr lt>o West St., Ni:w York ITEMS OF INTEREST KING'S CLOCKS KEPT FAST. All the clocks at the country home of King George are kept thirty minutes fast. The reason for this is unknown. It i s surmised that it has something to do with daylight saving when King Edward was alive. MASTODON AND GL YPTODON BONES Discovery of the skeleton of a mastodon near Charleston, Ariz., thirty-five miles west of Bes bee., was reported the other day by members of a surveying party. The discovery is the second of its kind made within the last two weeks, the first mastodon skeleton having been found about ten miles from Charleston. A party headed by Dr. Gidley, of the Smithsonian Institution en gaged in uncovering the fil st skeleton founct' also the remains of a g1yptodon. BEAR HUNT STOPS SERVICE. The trapping and slaying of a black bear weighing 288 pounds b 1oke up a service in a church nearby, at Henry, on the Western Maryland Railrnad, south of P i edmont, W. Va. The bear had been carrying off pigs, calves and sheep, and Arnol d set a trnp. En route to the church with friends, Stahl stopped to look at tbe trap and found a bear standing in it. The animal was a whopper. Revolver shots only infuriated bruin, who became frenzied and would probably have attacked the party had not a rifle been procured. Several well directed shots ended the bear. In the meantime several hundred persons who had assembled for the church service were attracted to the scene. THE COLORADO LAUNCHED. The United States battleship Colorado, sister ship to the Maryland and one of the super-dreadnaughts autho:rized in 1916, was launched March 22 at the yard of the New York Shipbuilding Cor poration. a.t Camden, N J. The vessel is the largest' ship of war evex built on the Delaware River and after she had been swung aci:oss stream by the tugs which picked her up aftt>r she took the water she seemed to extend a third of the way across the river. She was christened by Mrs. Ruth Nicholson Melville, a daughter of Senator Samuel 1J. Nicholson, of Colorado. Theodore Roosevelt, Assistant Secre tary of the Navy, who stood beside Mrs. Melville, made a speech at a luncheon following the launching, in which he \\\;Hned those present that the country was facing a critical period and that it is unwise to listen to sincere pacifists and sin cere fools who are against a big navy. The Colorado is the second of eleven superdre..idnoughts authorized in 1916. Her sister, the Maryland. is l).earing completion at Newport News and will be commisswned this -year. Three other ships of the same class are also under con- struction. When she is fully armed the Colorado will have a main battery of four turrets, with two 16-inch guns to each turret. She and the lVlaryland w)ill be the first American ships to carry 16-inch guns, but the six great craft yet to be built will be armed with 115-inch pieces. The Colorado will have a secondary battery of fourteen 5-inch rifles, four 3-inch anti-aircraft g urn; and two torpedo tubes. She is 624 feet long and will be driven by four electric drive turbines, constructed to develop 28,900 horsepower She will carry a crew of sixty-five ofEcers, 1,345 en listed men and seventy-five marmes. LAUGHS Teacher-Can you tell me what a dromedary is, Tommy? Tommy-Yes, ma'am; a dromedary is a two-masted camel. ''" "Don't you take your meals at Swellfant's res taurant any more?" "No; he's a four flusher. He makes you pay chafing-dish prices for fryingpan grub." I Ailee (age five)-Mamma my appetite says it's time for dinner. Mother-Well, dear, go a. d see what the clock says. Alice (some seconds later)-The clock says my appetite is ten minu!;es fast! Unsophisticated Cook-If you please, mum, the butcher says I shall get five per cent. on all the orders I give him. What does that mea'"n. Mis tress-It means, Mary, that we shall have a new butcher. "Miss Biggs is interested in you, pa." "How so?" "Why, to-day, after she told me seven times to sit down and behave myself, she said she won dered what sort of a father I had." "Some scientists,'' began Mr. Gay, significantly, "consider kissing dangerous. Do you?" "Well,'' replied Miss '.'I it would be for you. My big brnther 1s w1th1n call." Hostler-I let Mr. Jones take the gray cob on trial, sir. Liveryman-Huh! That's the last we'll see of Jones Hostler-Oh, I know Mr. Jones very well, sir. Liveryman-Yes, and I know that gray cob very well, sirL

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PLUCK AND LUCK I TEMS O F G ENERAL INTEREST SOLD GIRL CHILD FOR FOOD. The sale of thirteen-year-old Laura Hull by her parents to Yenal Zepila, a thirty-year-old Mexican, was revealed at Tulsa, Okla., when wel fare workers filed perjury charges against the man. The payment was in food. Laura's par. ents, living on an abandoned farm, were nearing starvation with .two other minor children, according to welfare workers, when Zepila proposed marriage to the child in return for supporting the family. The parents consented. Authorities say Zepila gave the girl's age as enghteen when obtaining the marriage license. The perjury charge was based on the alleged mis statement of age. An annulment of the marriage is also asked. FROGS INNEW YORK SUBWAY. Fifty women tried to climb through the win d0ws of a southbound Broadway express train at Times Square the other day at 5 o'clock when 1,500 frogs burst through a huge paper bag and began a hopping contest that caused instant elevation of silk clad ankles and a chorus of feminine shrieks. Just as' some of the women were making for open windows the doors were opened and a wild rush for the platform followed. Angelo Capaccuti and Cleofonte Sorrentino, who said they lived at 54 Jane street, Manhattan, were responsible for the near panic. The two boys are frog huni;ers, they told the station guards. They went to the big swamp at Van Cortlandt Park with nets and captured by actual count 1,500 green frogs with spotted backs, the sort considered most edible by connoisseurs. When the hunt began they had a sack to hold the frogs, but this developed a hole, through which the captives escaped, so Capaccuti bought a big paper bag that was soon filled to capacity. ANIMALS WITH FOUR HORNS. It is nothmg out of ihe ordinary to see an animal without horns, so they excite little curiosity in thi;:; respect. Likewise, two horns get little more notice, while the single horn of the Indian thinoceros is well enough known to distinguish that animal from the two-horned-African species But when mention is made of a four or six-horned creature, everybody immediately becomes suspicious and asks what the joke is. Nevertheless, there are such animals found in certain parts of Asia. Principal among these is the four-horned cHbuka, a small antelope of India, its name being derived from the native word chouk, meaning a leap. Its front pair I:orns are short and just above the eyes, while the larger ones are m the usual position higher on the l!ead. The length of the upper horns is about three or four inches, though the lower ones rarely exceed one inch and no special use for them has ever been discovered by naturalists. The chouka is a beautiful little creature with its bright bay back contrasted with the gray-wihite of the under part, beneath which are the lithe legs that enable it to make'the high bounds for which it is noted. An ad1'lt chouka rarely exceeds twenty inches in .height at the shoulders. In their wild state all sheep were furnihetl with a pair of horns, but the number never e.xceedcd two until some curious specim&is were dis covered in several isolated sections of Asia. These syecies had from four to six h0rns,. the upper set being the largest, the other two bemg graduated with the smallest ones just above the eyes. Curi ously enough, the two lower s1)ts curve up ward, while the" large_ IJair curl downward, as do the horns of our domestfcated sheep. ABOUT THE MIDDIES Two midshipmen at Annapolis are allowed for each Senator, Representative and Delegate ill Congress, tw'J for the District of Columbia,_ ten each from the United States at large, and fifteen each year from the enlisted personnel of the navy who have been one yeat in the service. The ap-. pointments for Congressional representatives are so distributed that as soon as practicable each Senator, Representative and Delegate in Congress may appoint one midshipman during each C<:m gress; the appointments from the of Co lumbia and the ten each year at large aie made by the President of the United States, while the fifteen each year from the enlisted personnel of the navy are made by the Secretary of the Navy after a competitive examination. The course for midshipmen is four years at the Academy, when the succeeding appointment is made, and the examination for graduation takes place. Mid hipmen who have passed this examination are appointed to fill vacancies in the lower grade oi the; line of the navy, in the order of merit as determined by the Academic Board of the Na vai Acauemy. By the act of June 29, 1906, as soon as possible after June 1 of each year the Secretary of the Navy notifies in writing each Senato!", Repre sentative and Delegate in Congress of any vacancy that shall exist at the Academy because of the_ graduation, to come, of the n1Hishipm e n f the succeeding year, which vacancy he shall be entitled to fill by nomination of a candidate and one or more alternates therefor. Candidates at the time of their examination must be physically soun\f, well formed, and of robu s t constitution; no one manifestly under size for his age will be received at the Academy, the required height being no less than five feet two inches for candidate" between the. ages of sixteen and eighteen yea:r:s. and not less than five feet .four inches for candidates between the ages of eighteen and twenty years. The minimum weight at sixteen years i s 100 pounds, with an increase of five pounds for each additional year or fraction of n ye.'.lr over one-half. Any marked deviation in the r elative heigh.t and weight to the age of a candidate will add materially to the consideration of reje ction. Candidates at the time of their examination must be between the ages of sixteen and twenty years, and unmarried. The pay of a midshipman in the Naval Academy is $600, beginning at the date-of his admission. All questions as to details of preparation, scholastic requirements, times, places and subjects of entrance exaTTiinations should be addressed direct to the Chief of the Bureau of Navigation, Navy Department, Washington, D. C.

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; 28 PLUCK AND LUCK INT E RES TI NG NEW S ARTICLES LIGHTNING BOLT KILLS CHILD. Pis holk, 5 years old, was instantly killed m hfr !Tmne near Roths child, Wis., when a lightning bolt struck her on the head and pass ed through h e r boy. The bench upon which s he sat was de s troyed. Her parents in the same room were injured. PAINTERS LOCKED IN BANK 5 HOURS. Two painters at work in the ollar Savings Bank at J1ne street and 'TliITd avenue, the New Y.ork, were impris oned in the buil ding fo r more than five hours They were loc ked i n when the bank was clo s ed. For hours the:( pound_e d on the door trying to attract attention. Fmally the y were h eard by Patroleman Mulcah e y, of the Al exander avenue station. After proving they were not burglars they w e r e rel e a sed. SAVED DOG. A dog' s life is not s uch a hard life after all. Czar, a terrie r pup, was a candidate for the dog c atcher's pound becau s e hi s mas t e r Peter Holki, a Rus sian, has b ee n out of work for sev eral w e ek s and therefore c ould not buy Czar the license. So a,, card inscribed "Pleas e help pay for my license was attached to a can fastened about the dog' s neck. The terrier sat nea1 the Rock Island Depot Kans., for two hours the other day. And his life was saved. BOBCATS IN NEVADA. Bobcats are numerous in the vicinity of Galena, Nev. Two of these big cats gave the Nelson family at the Dahl Ranch anxiety. One walked to the back door and leaped upon the watch dog <:hained there. Driven away, it renewed the at tack and was shot and killed. It was thought that this cat was rabid and the head was sent to the Pasteur Institute in Reno. '!'he next day another bobcat, presumably the mate of the one killed walked along the road in front of the hou se. one was shot and wounded. The dog purs ued the cat into the brush and killed it. MONEY IS ONLY GfJOD TO GIVE AWAY. POPLATION OF PARIS STILL UNDER 3,000,000. According to e stimates based on census figures taken at the beginning of the present month, the number of people 'i n Paris is les s than was be liev e d. From the shortage of hous es it had been deduced that the population had enormously in creased during and s inee--the war. Such, it appears is not the case. In 1911 the total populawithin the walls was 2, 8 88 110. According to the fir s t count and e stimate, this year's figures are s till below the 3 ,000,000 mark. The house it i s ofiici ally explaine d, i s much more due to the taking over of private hou s e s for busi purpos es tha n to a n incre a se in the popula tion. In the suburbs the increase in population is prop.ortionally much greater than in the city its elf, and the suburbs now have about 1,500,000 peopl e FLORIDA COAS'i '. The S e minole India n s of Florida, under the of t h eir Tony Tommy, a.r e prep a rmg to mo ve to thell" new reservation on the Florida coa st, forty miles from For t Myers which the United States has r ecently set a s ide in accordance with the agreements of the treaty with the Seminoles in 1858, says the Christian Science Monthly. The reservation includes part of t he Everglade s a vas t region originally in the possession of the tribe. Approximately 21,000 acres have been fenced in and turned over for their occupancy. Although a part of the reservation is under water the arable portion i s sufficient to support the Indians s ince this flooded tropical jungle is proving wonderfully fertile after proper drain-age. The Everglades were formed, geologi sts believe, by the clogging of a large river which divided and became the Ki ss immee and the Caloosa hatchee. The waters of the branch known a s Kiss immee flowed placidly along what i s now the eastern shore of Lake Okeechobee. When the Kissimmee clogged the water, which had formerly flowed op. down the Caloosahatchee River into the Gulf of Mexico, spread out and covered the low, fiat country, forming a wpnderful lake, sixty !lliles long and from thirty to forty miles There's one big-hearted man in Colorado. He wide; and from two to four feet. deep, except is Harry Popst. along the eastern shore, where the depth in s ome Popst startled court official s in Denver when places reaches fifteen feet. he told them he didn't want money and that he When the rainy seas on comes on and the banks gave it to needy pers on s as fas t a s he made it. of Lake Okee s hobee fail to hold the flood, it over-Pop st, ragged unkempt, was picked up/ flow s a s do the waters of the Nile forming half-s t a rved by a policeman here Wh e n brought a vas t muy area, known a s the Everglades The ttito court a s a vagrant he ans w e red in r eply to water finally finas it way to the Gulf of Mexico a que s tion of what he did with his money: near what i s know;n as the Ten Thousand Islands, "I came to Denver to have a good time I had and als o inat the Atlantic Ocean, near Fort Lauit by giving my money to thos e more ne e dy than derdale and Miami. All thes e rich lands, the I. In the eye s of the law I'm a vagrant. In my most fertile of any in the State of Florida, if not, own heart I am a gentleman, gl a d to enjoy God's in the United States belong, by right of treaty, to blessing s without craving' for man's supreme crea-the Seminoles. The 21,000 acres which are al-tion-money." lotted the Indians are a conce s sion on the part of "Discharged," said the judge. the Government to the rights so long denied them.

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ALASKAN 'VOLCANIC FIRES At the recent meeting of the American Society for the Advancement o f Science, Dr. Robert F\ Griggs described a fiery flood which occurred in Alaska, in the "Valley of T en Thousand Smokes." Here he found traces of the flood of fire w h i c h, issuing from a fissure in the earth, swept a roaring torrent of molten sand through the fertile valley, devastating all in its path for a distance of more than f i f t e e n mi I es. From thousands of fissures live steam, heated gas and s m o k e issued. One c ou Id do one's cooking in any of the smaller hole s And that was the only salvation of the expedition, f o r all fuel had been destroyed by the of fire. It is onfS"'' a few s t eps from the steaming fissure s to a cave in the siae of a glacier in order to have the most perfect refrigeration in the world. The explorers' t e n t s were steam-heated, 1 as it were, and the bathing conditions were of the best for a stream from the g I a c i e r fed a crystal pure lake and in the middle of the lake a steam jet bubbled and it was possible to get any desired tempera EXPOSES RARI SECRETS AND TRICKS 1 book, on Mavc & Sleight-Of-Hand; 1 book, on Mind Reading,long &short distance; 1 book on Hl'.l>notism and Palmiotry; 1 book, Fire EatmgTrickaexposed; 1 book, Vaudeville Acts; 1 book Fortune Telling; 1 book, Interpreting Dreams; l Joke Book; 1 boolrhon Ventdloquism; 1 book, Tricks wit Cards 3 books, How to make Real Candies; 60 Real Money Ma.king processes; Magic Age Table; 1 QC (coin) & WonderfulMemorytrick,etc.a.11 for 2cpostage. CLAXO TRICK.CO. D"k S 2 New Haven,Conn. ffEW HAVEN. COIM. TOBACCO Or SNUFF HABIT Cured or NO PAY No matter whether used in pipe, clgarettes, cigars, chewed, or used in the form ot enutr. Superba Tobacco Remedy contains nothing injurious, no dope, poisons, or habit-forming drugs. Guaranteed. Sent on trial. It It cures costs you one dollar. It it falls o.r lt you are not perfectly satlsfted, coete Yo qot.binJr. Write for full remedy toda7. SUPERBA COMYANY, 11121, Baltlmorc, Md. New,.,Hair after Baldness If this alionld meet the eye of anyone who is loeing hair or Is bald, let it be known that KOTALKO, containing eenulne bear oil, ie wonderfully successful. A multitude of enthusiastic uaers--?Mn and women. Hair grown in mlllly cases when all else failed. Re fund iruarantee. Get a box at any busy _pharmacy: or mail 10 cents fer proof box with t"8tm-ionials to Kotalko Office, BC-875, Station X. New York City. OLD COINS 'WANTED $ $2 lo $JOO EACH paid fol' Hundreds ol Coin dated before ,,U,L olll Money. You may hu 'l'e Coins ll a1tll a Larire Premium. Senli. lOc. tor new Illustrate Celn Value Book, also x&. Get Postei at (bee. '1LUUUI: COIN CO., llex II, Le Bo7, J!ll', Y, If You Can Talk-You Can Play SONG-0-PHONE Without Practice No Study Eight dlll'crent full-toned band tn at.rumenU-rich, ringln' music. Thousands in use in homes, schools, clubs. etc. Cost litUe. GI Immense satisfaction. Saxophones, Trombones, Bugles. etc ot solid metal, brass finished. At del)artment store toy counters and I musical instrument dealers every where. For FREE Illustrated Cataloill address Dept. C. THE SONOPBONE COMPANY ST So. 9th St. Brooklyn, N. Y. Be Slender Want to become slender, agile, See the pictures; the shadows are to give you ldea of e1ze before reduction of A weight. Eat all you need. Safe, reliable; no salts or calomel, no thyroid, no loss of time. Just use KOREIN tabul08 and tions as aid to reduce 10 to 60 pounds (whatever you n ee d to) under money-refund 11:uar antee. Amue all. Become lighter, younger, attractive, add years to your life I Ask for KOREIN lcorttn) ntany drugstore. Or write for FREE BROCilURE to Koreln Company, NH,Sta. X, New York "Welworth" I 5c Ont lrhilc tA'lt1opt. ""'cud, u1", or pictw Jl'lttd in !bis totlopt d11n11.o \ftto .nt othtr do.ired aruclt, or unil.bu 1itoitllltr 10. C11tktrJuk Cnd Trith, tnd um;olt sptc11I cards to.i g:: x:!'! b!!:'to',.;: lOt u\n., thd v1u1t corrnponJ111u Utttt, wrn1 thm In M11toco/1. __ Ul1 U Cwlo1,11 Lo\t Llltrt 1:1attnd tw wy. f'foOtlnr: wul1r, butH rip-. .. 1-; ,r. .. 10c Cltantt, u; t 111h,r1, All bit Monty m1lttr1, 1nd rul.r prlct It __ Sl. 00 c .,, f o.1r Dia Tmk .... 11, Co1luc lnclu41AC umplu ol st1.c o torm11l.ia. ttc 111; ptcl I hr11l11 '''" woultri at IHI\ 10. k ::i: 16a K. "'el.worth Co., Box 278, IndJanapolls, Ind. I

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U. S. REVENUE FROM SEALS The United States Bureau of Fisheries during January certified to the disbursing clerk of the Department of Commerce as available for deposit in the United States Treasury, to be credited to the account of "Mis cellaneous R e ceipts," the sums 0 f $827,p47.13 and $197,639.68, total $1,024,886.81, representing the net proceeds of sales of Alaska fur-skins in 1920. In addition to th e foregoing amounts th e r e was disbursed from the proceeds of sales of Alaska fur-seal skins in 1920 the sum of $371,496. due and payable to the Governments of G r e at Britain and Japan, in equal moieties, as their share of the quantity and value of the skins sold under the terms of the Fur Seal Convention of 1911. During the ten years that have elapsed since the custody of the fur-seal and fox herds of the Pribilof Islands was lodged in the bureau the net receipts accruing from the sale of fur-seal s k i n s and fox herds, including the last public auction on May 10, 1920, were as follows: Fur seals, $3,978,051.31; foxes, $331,888.35; total, $4,309,939.66. These sums have been covered into the United States Treasury. i 1 d I .I Solve Game Puzzle, Win Culver Racer or Haw TO SOLVE GAME PUZZLE On the above blackboard you find that the ltltle boy drew some letters and pictures. Look closely a.nd you will see that they represent the names of tour dltferent games. In the first square you see "Hoc'" and a picture of a. wWch represents tho game 'Jiocke:r '' Can you solve all four games! )( :roil can you .... will receive 80 "Points'' toward win the Culver Racer. Only 145 ''Points" will win _thr 01her Racer (a real autn} or $ 200 in cash. SORENESS HEALED aore or open Iese, u)cera, enlarged Telna, eczema healed "btle :rou work. Wrtte tor tree book and deecrlbe :rour own caae. &. Cl. Llepe, Hll, oBAT .l.'t'.,JlllwanlrH, Wle. G 8 I Tnatecl at bome"" pa;n; .... ii it falls, after direction ar fol 0 I re lowed. Succ .. otullr uaecl for 16 YMn. Write for Fr.e Booklet ancl teatimoolala, QOITAN& CO.,.,. 488 .... -....... Clllcop Only 145 "Points" Will Win All you need tD do besides solving the puzzle Is tD prove that you have shown the WEEKI. Y RURAL AMERICAN to tour dUTonmt people. Samples are FREE. As soon as you have done th.ls, your solution wtU be "QuaU.fied" and you will be given 30 more "'Polnts.u Ten "Points" will be given tor the best handwriting; 5 tor spelllng; 10 for neatness; IQ. for the best style of all puzzle solutions receiv e d These 85 .. Points.. will be awarded by three Judges who are in no way connect.eel with this paper. The boY or girl ga!n.ing 145 "Points'" will be tho winner of the Culver Racer or $200, oecond highest will win aocond vrtze, etc. Thirty-five prizes in all In case ot & tie, each winner wUt be awarded. a prize the same as the one tied for. Only boys and girls under 16 :reara can 'win. This contest clOtles Juno 15, 1921. It Is 1lnJ>Ortant that you send In your solution at once. Othel"S Won-You Can Win Other boys and girls under 16 years have won Culver Racers. Ponlf"s. Bicycles. etc. You may be the next winner Solv e the Game Puzzle and send In your solution right away. "l'rlto your solution on_ a sheet or paper lYith your name and address in the upper corner. .Address your soluUon to Children's Editor WEEK.LY RURAL AMERICAN 12 News Bldg. Minneapolis, Minn. ---------------CiET ON THE STAGE WW[',..;z,. I Ten You Howl Stace Work and Clibret i?ntertalnlna suceeufaHy taua-ht by mall. Yow. BIQ opvortuDh;v. 'I'taHI, 11ee the world u vaudeville Dnelopa Person11Hty, Confidence. Skill and tella you Just how to cet OD the Stace. Send 6c poatawe for illuat:ntad booklet.. '"Alt A.bout Vaudeville. :::omcr!A Lt;; STOP SimJ>IY send name. no money, no obligation and get Dr. Elder T-0baceo BOON. No cravine for tobacco after first few doses. Dr. H. Wiii Elders, Dept.. 1003 St. Joseph, Mo.. Cured His I was badly ruptured while lifting a trunk several years ago. Doctors said my only hope o! cure was an operation. 'l'russes did me no good. Finally, I got hold of something that quickly and completely cured me. Years have p assed and the rupture bas never returned, although I am doing hard work as a carpenter. Tbere was no operation, no lost time, no trouble. I have nothing to sell, but will give full information a.bout how you may find a complete cure without operation, I! you write to me, Eu p;ene M. Pullen, Carpenter, 301G Marcellus Avenue, Manasquan, N. J. Better cut out this notice and show It to any others who a.re ruptured-you may save. a life or a.t least stop the misery of rupture and tho an TOBACCO HABIT Cruabea Helpleaa Victima ) Not oa:r I tobacco filthy dlsutin to ::,.ar o::!!!:.t ebeck roar EASYbTC)iQiJi9f t unaided. It make no difference how lonar y
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