A barrel of money, or, A bright boy in Wall Street

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A barrel of money, or, A bright boy in Wall Street

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A barrel of money, or, A bright boy in Wall Street
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Suddenly a ery came from his ashen lips. He staggered backward, like one stricken a fatal blow, and would have fallen to the carpet but for Bertie Ballister, who darted forward and caught him in his outstretched arms. .

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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOY'S WHO MAKE MONEY Issued Weekl11-B11 Subscription IZ.50 per year. Entered acc ording to Act of Con g ress, in the year 190tl. in the oJflce of the Librarian of Con g ress, Wahington, D C., by Frank Tousey Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 20 NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 16, 1906. P r ice 5 Cents A Batttte1 of lV!oney; OR A BRIGHT BOY IN WALi.::, STREET. By A SELFMADE MAN. CHAPT E R I. A HEART OF FLINT. This is the story of one of the most popular and succeos ful brokers in Wall Street-a man who to day ()an sig n his check for a million ; and it show s how a brave boy, whose only capital at the beginning was hone s ty, a n unflagging energy, and a determined ambition to succeed in life made his way to the front by his own efforts. Were we. permitted to use his real name, his personality, : ind the power h e wields in the fina n cial district of New York would b e j mmediately iecognized; but for obvions reasons this privilege is denied u s On e dark, misty, October night a poorly dressed little woman of thirty, whose features bore the impress of re finement timidly approached a handsome brown s tone Fifth Avenue mansion, the windows of which were ablaze with l ight, and whence issued the subdued strains of one of Strauss's gay waltzes. She held the hand of a little boy of eight years-a pretty, curl y headed lad-dressed in a well -worn suit that s howed many a neatly sewn .patch, and whose bright and intelli ge n t face wore a n eage r a n d wistful l ook. t At that moment a carriage d,ashed up to the awning, which extended down from the top of the stoop to the edge of the s idewalk. A well-fed footman, in tall si lk hat, with a cockade, and a surtout, jumped down while the vehicle was still in motion, and had his hand on the handle 'Of the door when the carriage stopped. A gentleman in evening dress followed by two e l ega ntl y attired fadies, &_>t out, tripped up ijie ca rp eted steps and entered the mansion, while the footman the coach door, mounted quickly to his perch beside the driver and the carriage drove briskly off into the gloom. The woman on the si d ewa lk drew her thin cloak closer a.bout her, shrank against the iron railing of the area, and l e t her head drop in si l ent dejection, while h er beautiful 1 eyes filled with tears She stood motionless for several minutes until a slight tug at h e r hand recalled h e r to herself. "Yes, B ertie," she murmured in soft, tender accents, as she drew the boy close to her, "mamrna knows you are cold and hungry, clear. We will go in here and see if-if a hard h eart may not relent, a f l east for your sake." She opened the iron ga te, descended two stone steps, ann pulled a bell knob, which protruded alongside the closed. entrance to the basement.

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2 A BARREL OF MONEY. A young woman servant :presently came to the iron bars a choked voice. "I would lJ.Ot have come to my brother toand curtly asked what the ealler wanted. night-I would continued to suffer in silenee, but, oh, "I wish to see Mr. Stewart Sheldon," the visitor said, Mrs Bunce, I cannot see my little boy die for want of the in a low, musical voice. nourishment it is impossible for me to provide. He has "Impossible," replied the servant, in some su1 prise, re had pothing to eat &ll day, not a crust. Oh! Fa.ther in garding the misty figure outside, curiou s ly. heaven, what will be the end o:f it all?" "But, indeed, I must see him," persisted the little woman, The hous e k eeper immediately ran out of the room and almost plaintively. returned with a tray on which were a couple of "Who are you, and what is your business with Mr. Shelbrimming glasses of milk, two plates, a platter of cold meat, don?" demanded the maid, brusquely. and some bread and butter. There was a moment of silence, the n the caller, pressing "Sit 11p to the table, both of you," said Mrs Bunce, one of her thin hands over her heart, said, faintly: energetically. "I am having e, cup of strong tea made for "I am his sister." you, Mrs. Balli s ter." The servant stared in amazement and made no reply. "I am afraid I can scarcely eat a morsel," replied "Will you please let us in?" begged the visitor at the little woman, with a sad smile, as she tenderly helped her area gate "My little boy is cold and--" but the word son to the table. "It is very good of you, Mrs. Bunce. I seemed to choke her, and it expired in a whisper, which shall never forget your kindness." the servant did not hear. "You forget that you were my mistress before you were "It's against orders, ma'am," answered the maid. married, Mrs. Ballister. You were always considerate and "But I must see my brother," pl eaded the caller, "and kind to the household, and not one here who r emem bers surely his sister and nephew may be permitted to stand in-you but would feel pleased and honored to do you a ser side put of the night for a few moments?" vice. IV e ha Ye often thought of you, and wondered how The servant, a new one at the house, was clearly puzzled you w ere getting along. It was sad to know that your how to proceed marriage estranged you from your family and from your It seemed preposterous to her that this poor-looking perfriends, you w110 once was such a social fayorite." son outside the gate could be the s i ster, or any r e lation in "The past is a blissful dream," faltered the visitor, with fact, of the elegant owner of that establishment-Stewart a sigh "It is gone, n ever to return. As lon g as my dear Sheldon, the rich Wall Street broker. husband was aliYe I had no regret for the course I took. 1 What she would have done i s uncertain, but a.t this mos impl y followed the dictates of my heart When he diccl, mcnt an elderly woman, the hou sekeeper, came to the inthe present and future became a drearv picture, and I ner door and said, sharply: shou ld hav e for death to end it all but for my littl e "Wha.t are you doing there, Elizabeth? vVho are you boy-my Bertie-the image of him I shall never see again talking to?" in this world," and she broke down and cried bitterly. "Here's a woman, ma'am, who insists on seeing Mr. "Dear Mrs. Ballister, you must not give way to u seless Shelrlon." grief. You are st ill young, you have your little boy's fu"What's that?" exclaimed the housekeeper, tartly. ture to consider. Wbo knows but your brother may bury "She says she's his sister." his anger now that you are without a protector." "His sister!" "Alas! I fear to meet him. He cast me from him, and The housekeeper walked quickly outside and looked swore I should never darken his doors agai-that lui through the bars of the gate. would see rm and mine starve in the street before he would "Mrs. Bunce," asked the little woman in the area, "yon raise a finger in my behalf. He is a man of strong pas will l et us in, will you not? And bring my brother to me?" s ioos, Mrs Bunce You do not know him as I do. Once The housekeeper an exclamation and quickly un-he talrns a stand he is as inflexible as adamant. I have writlocked the gate. ten to him since my husband's death-asking his forgive Corne in, Mrs. Ballister," she said, with some emotion ness, not for myself, but for my child. He has utterly in her voice. "The sister of Mr. Sheldon ought not to stand ignored me. I should not be here now, but a mother's love like this outside his door. And is this your little boy?" she has nerved me to make one last appeal to him. I was his added, sympathetically. favorite sister. Perhaps--" "Yes; iny Bertie." "What does this mean, Mrs. Bunce?" cried stern voice Mrs. Bunce put her arm about the little woman and asfrom the door sisted her inside the house and into the dining-room. The housekeeper sprang up with a start, while the visi-As the visitor sank on one of the leather upholstered tor, with a choking cry, half rose and turned ar o und at the chairs, and cast a shrinking glance about the well-remem-voice she had not heard in nearly ten years bered room, a thousand memories ru shed upon her, and Mr. Stewart Sheldon, in evening attire, a frown as dark she bent her face in her hands and wept. as a thunder-gust on his handsome, aristocratic face, was "You poor dear," said the housekeeper, soothingly. "I regarding his head domestic with angry impatience am afraid things hav e not gone well with you." j If he had looked at'all at tlie trembling littl e woman, "I am not complaining," answered the little woman, in through whose veins coursed blood as blue as his own, who

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A BARREL OF MONEY. 3 was bound to him by the sacred name of sister, it was but a passing glance, for he utterly ignored her presence "I beg yom: pardon, Mr. Sheldon," replied Mrs. Bunce, recovering her self-possession. "l ho}Je you will excuse the l iberty I have taken, but thig l ady is your sis t er She has come to your door begging to see you-she and her little boy. 'l'hey are in absolute wirnt-neithcr has eaten a mouth ful in twenty-four hours till this moment. I ask you, sir, could YOU expect me to tum them away? To shut the area gate of the house that once was Mrs. Tiallister's home in her face? We arc not accustomed to
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4 A BARREL OF MONEY. whose husband was an old and faithful clerk of mine years ago. The man saved nothing out of his salary, and when he died he left only a beggarly $500 of insurance, which scarcely more than sufficed to bury him. The boy is her sole support, though I believe she does take in sewing when she is able to do it. I'm afraid he doesn t give her all his wages, as it is." "Bertie's mother is a widow, too, but she isn't dependent on the boy, though I understand he very dutifuily gives her every cent of his wages. Mrs. Ballister is a highly accom plished musician, and gives lessons in the homes of many of the best families in Brooklyn, where she and her son live. Now, if you promise to keep the matter quiet, I'll tell you a secre.t." "I'll be mum." "Mrs. Ballister is Broker Stewart Sheldon's sister." "No exclaimed Mr. Greene, in some astonishment. "Fact, I assure you." "Do you mean to say that Millionaire Sheldon, whose family pride is well known, allows a sister of his to earn her living giving music lessons{" "He does.' ; '; "You have s urprised me. There must be something very seriou s in the background. Any idea what it is?" "Bertie's mother was Edith Sheldon before s he m arri ed a s truggling artist named Edward Ballister. Stewart Shel dqn violently 6pP.osed the marriage, and after it took place he disowned his sister'. Ballister was a gentleman, and a talented fellow, but was unfortunate. He painted pictures that didn t sell, from no other reason that I can see but sheer hard luck. At any rate, he died poor, and his widow drifted down to absolute poverty. In those days she did not seem able to turn her abilities to advantage. I'm afraid she would have wound up in the poorhouse, but for assistance given her by some of the old servants in h er brother's house. They helped tide her over till she got a start as a music teacher, after which s he managed to get nlong and give Berti e a good common-school education. Nearly a year ago I wanted a messenger, and one of Mrs. Ballister's patrons recommended the boy to me. I gave him a trial, and have never regretted it." "Well, well; the .first time he came to my office with a message from you I remarked his exceptional character. I suppose he's been there a score of times, and the more I saw of him the better I liked him. I hiid it on my mind to speak to you about him before, but somehow the subject always slipped my mind. Does stewart Sheldon know that his nephew is working for'you ?" "Well, you've got me. I don't do business with Mr. Shel don, and never had any occasion to send Bertie to his office. It is hardly likely he would recognize the boy if he saw him, unless he heard his na.Ine mentioned." "I dare say you are right. Well, I must be going, Morse. Shall I see you 1t the club to-night?" "No; I have a date with Mrs. Morse for this evening, which it wouldn't be safe for me to break," saiq the banker, with a laugh. "Uncle" Joe nodded, with a grin, and then took his leave. While this conversation was in progress, Bertie Ballis ter, with a note fro-d. his employer to another Wall Street firm in his hand, was hurrying up the street in his usual brisk fashion, when he came upon a group of lads about his own age, prominent among whom was Oliver Bounce, "Uncle" Joe Greene's messenger, who were teasing a little girl that stood on the corner of Nassau Street, selling violets. She had stood there every day for the past month, and Bertie had noticed er before. She was a very pretty little girl of fifteen years, with hazel eyes and nut-brown hair, but she didn't look strong. There was something very attractive about her_, for though poorly attired, she looked as neat as a new pin, and had a very winsome smile and a soft, musical voice. Evidently, she was not ft common child, for good birth and breeding was apparent in a dozen little ways. A great many brokers baa got into the habit of buying her flowers, even when they didn't want them, for she had such a charming way of insisting on pinn j ng the flowers where they ought to go, that some of the old fellows of the Stre e t were quite delighted, and now sported their bouquets regularly. Indeed, it was getting to be quite a joke on the floor of the Exchange that c ertain elderly operators were getting to be real dudes all of a sudden, and they were subjected to no end of chaff on the subject. In fact, the pretty violet dealer was becoming so popular that she was always sold out before three o'clock, when she vani s hed from the corner and was seen no more until next morning at ten. No one, not even the bustling D. T ; boys, had attempted to molest \ier before the present occasion, when Oliver Bounce and some of his cronies got the on them and set the ball rolling. They gathered around and pretended they wanted to make a purchase. "I s'pose you'll trust a feller, won't you?" grinned Oliver, picking out a bunch and grabbing up a pin to at tach it 'to the lapel 0 his jacket. "No," replied the little miss, very decidedly. "I don't know you. Besides, no one ever asked me to trust They are only five cents each." "My name is Bounce, and I am one of the big brokers of Wall chuckled Oliver. "I'll come around to-mor row and give you a check." "Now you know you are not telling the tr':th," objected the little maid. "I really cannot afford to let you the violets unless you pay for them. It isn't fair or you to ask me to trust you when 'ther gentlemen never think of doing such a thing." "Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you a kiss for this one,'1 snickered Oliver, ma king a bluff to grab her. T'he other boys set up a roar of laughter at this sally of their companion, and it encouraged him to persevere. Heh that he His: frighte : "Ple the fl.01 "No treated the vie honor Fifth I'd jru matte1 So toe He the st1 Utt face '1 Oli happe He whid Wi Berti ping ".t\ Berti "I ( to gE it ir s ide1 addE othe B ti on B eng: re sr litt] jell: I but hav ,, the fro suf hu sm gii

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A BARREL OF MONEY. ====================================:::.-"He had not intended to kiss her, but now he determined he had been taking systematic gymnastic exercise under an that he would, just to show off. instructor for a year past. His attitude was so familiar that the girl began to grow Then he was quite an expert boxer, having taken a fll frightened. course with the gloves from a professor of the art of self" Please don't an_noy me," she begged. "You may have defence. the flowers for nothing if you will only let me alone." Oliver, fully satisfied he could do Bertie up without much grinned Bounce, advancing upon her, as she reeffort, approached him deliberately, but with a nasty ex treated, "I never take anythin' for nothin'. I've bought pression in his eyes, and struck out suddenly at his face. the violets and I mean to pay you with a kiss. It's an I Bertie easily parried the blow, and aSi easily warded off honor you don't get every day. I know a hundred girls on I Bounce's left. Fifth Avenue who would go without candy for a week if 1 Then Oliver grew .hot under the collar and went for I'd just kiss 'em, but I wouldn't. I'm very choice in the Bertie in earnest. matter. I've taken a shine to you, for you're real pretty. A jab in the ear aroused Ballister, and he became aggresSo toe the mark, or I'll hug you into the bargain." sive himself. He grabbed her, scattering half her stock of violets in Dancing around his bigger and less agile antagonist, the street, and tried to accomplish his object. Bertie planted three smart punches in quick succession in Uttering a cry of distress, the little maid covered her Oliver's face, the last on the point of the chin, setting the face with her arms. fellow's teeth together with a snap, and, to the amazement Oliver roughly tried to pull them away when something of his companions, he went down on the sidewalk in a heap. happened. A crowd began to gather, and then somebody cried, He got a whack in the jaw from an unexpected source, "Look out! A cop is coming!" which sent him back from his victim. Oliver's friends scattered in a twinkling, leaving Bounce With a roar of anger he glared about him and spied to his own de1r ices, while Berti9, not wishing to be ar Bertie Ballister, with clenched fists and fl.ashing eyes, step-j rested for scrapping, began hurriedly to gather up the ping forward to protect the violet seller. I scattered buncheR of violet's and return them to the girl. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Oliver Bounce!" cried "You are so good," she said, gratefully. "Let us cross Bertie, indignantly. I the street away from these people." "Yahl So it's you, is it?" snarled Oliver, with a men"You will tell me your name, won't you?" he asked, acing look. dare you stPike me, you monkey!" as he led her away. "Because you deserved it," said Bertie, resolutely. "Beryl Foster. And what is yours ?l' "Oh, I did, did I?" roared Oliver. "Well, you're goin' "Bertie Ballister. Now good-by. I've got a message to to get what you deserve, right now, do you hear? I've had deliver." it in for yon some time, and now I'm goin' to wipe the He was off like a shot, for he saw a policeman with hit; sidewalk with you. Don't let him run off, fellers!" he hand on Bonnee's shoulder, and he thought it the part of added to his friends, as he began to roll up his sleeves and prudence to get out of sight. otherwise prepare for action. Bertie didn't fl.inch as he noticed the sinister prepara tions Oliver Bounce was making for a set to with him. He was a courageous boy, and although he had never CHAPTER III. engaged in a fight in his life he was not going to shirk the responsibility he had taken upon himself in protecting the LIQUID DEATH. little flower girl, no, not even if Bounce pounded him to a jelly. When Bertie had delivered his message and was on his He was prepared to take his medicine in a good cause; way back to the bank, he saw that Beryl Foster was at her but it is also certain he didn't intend that the enemy should old spot again. have it all his way. He stopped and spoke to her. "Please don't get into trouble on my account," begged She smiled brightly at him, then picked out the choicest the little maid. "You are very good to try and save me bouquet on he.r board and, in spite of Bertie's protest, pin from that boy, and I shan't forget it; but you really mustn't I ned it on his jacket lapel. suffer for it. It would make me feel very bad indeed if he "I'm very much obliged to you, Miss Beryl," he said, hurt you." laughingly. "But I qon't think you can afford to give "Oh, he won't hurt me!" replied Bertie, with a confident away your flowers." smile. "I can afford to give you one for your kindness and "But he's bigger and stronger than you," whispered the bravery,'' she replied girl, apprehensively. "I shall keep it till it goes to pieces, in remembrance of "That doesn't always count you," he answered, gallantly . "I suppose the policeman What was the reason of Bertie's confidence? didn't arreat that chap I had the mix up with, did he?" Well, for one thing, he was stronger than he looked, aR "No; he let him go."

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6 A BARREL OF MONEY. "His name is Oliver Bounce. He is messenger for a big broker named Greene. I don't think he'll bothet you again. If he does, just let me know." "And get you into more trouble on my account? Oh, no, I wouldn't want to do that." "But I won't have him impose on you/' said Bertie, earnestly. "Do you live in the city?" "No; I live at Hoboken-tnamma and I and btother Will." "Do you sell all your flowers every day?" "Yes. I didn't at first, but I have many regular cus tomers now." "I am glad you arc doing well. But I must get back to the office, or my boss may think I'm getting lazy." "Are you working for a broker, too?" "I'm employed in a primte bank; but we deal in stocks also, though :!v[r. Morse is not a member of the Exchange." Then Bertie bade her good-by and went on to the office. Howard Morse's establishment was on the ground floor, and as the boy as going in he came face to face with Oliver Bounce, who wa8 comin,g out. Unfortunately fot the boy, his whole personal capilal was ten dollars on deposit in a savings bank. "WelL I'm out of it, that's cleat enough," he muttered, disconsolately. "I'll make Mr . Morse a present of the tip, and if he makes something out of it maybe he'll temember me. I don't see that I cart do any bettet." He hustlea bock to the bank. It tvas now a little a:.ftel' two o'clock, and he got off at thl'ee. A bearded, lll-dressed lnan ptecede
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A BARREL OF MONEY. just as it left his hancl, staggering back and almost falling from the shock. "GiYe me my bag!" cried the crazy visitor, pouncing on Bertie. "How dare you take it? Give it to me!" He grabbed the boy by the throat with one hand ancl ieached for the bag which Bertie held behind his back. It would certainly have gone hard with the lad, but for the banker, who ran out into the room, seized a chair aud struck the infuriated crank on tho head with it. The fellow staggered; fell and then rolled over on thr carpet, insensible. "Send for an officer!" cried Mr. Morse, to his cashier, who was leaning against the door of i.he counting-room, as limp as a rag. The cashier tottered to the 'phone, shaking lilrn a le11.L "Bring that bag into my office, Bertie," said the banker. The boy laid it carefully on his desk and stood by, waiting further orders. Through the plate-glass window he could see a rapidly increasing cro\\d gathering on the sidewa lk. Evidently there was to burn in the air. Mr. Morse hanrllcd the satchel gingerly. The of the bag might be all a fake, and theu, again, it rnightn 't. At any rate, the matter was too serious to hi.ke chances with. The sa tchel was not locked, merely secnred at the encl;; by the customary catches, and in the center by ihe spring. The banker paused as he was about to open the bag, if on second thought he feared the whole thing might be some Rort of infornal machine, arranged to explode ii opened in the usual way. Bertie had some such thought, too. "Better cut it open at the side," he suggested, bringing out his sharp clasp knife and offering it to his employer. Mr. Morse took the knife, and after carefully feeling the satchel, he made a slit in the leather, and then ripped the stuff up. r\ fter that he operated on the bottom 0 the bag and upon the oth0r side. Throwing up the flap the interior of the satchel was fully exposed. T11e hmatic had not lied A large can of nitro-glycerine was in the ruined bag. CHAPTER IV. BERTIE'S FIRST TRANSACTION IN STOCKS. "Great heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Morse. "What a narrow escape!" And now Bertie began to realize what a risk he had faced in catching the satche l of liquid dca th. Not many nights before he had attcnr1ed one of the l ee tures given in a pu]:ilic schoolhouse, the subject of which was "High Explosives." The composition of nitro-glycerine haJ been fully ex plained as a compound produced by the action of a mix ture of strong nitric and suphuric acids on glycerine at a low temperature, which detonates when struck, and ex plodes with great Yiolence. If that can of the compound had hit the wall, as the lunatic intended it should, there probably wouldn't ha rn been enough left to those standing in the reception-room at the moment to have been swept up. It would have wreckctl the whole office, killed or fata1ly injured most of the clerks, ancl greatly damaged tbc buildmg. And all this had been happily averted by Bertie's prompt action in catching the bag. "Bertie Ballister," said the banker, wiping the moi sturr from his foreheall, "you arc a young hero. I never can sufficiently thank you for saring my life. In fact, the whole place would haYe gone to smash, and the newspaper.; have had a fresh sensation, but for your wonderful none. Bertie, I am your friend for life." A policerna_n entered the office at that moment, and the affair was explained to him. "The man was surely crazy, Is he dead?" he saicl. "No, only stunned," replied the banker. "I struck hi1:1 down with a chair." The officer went to the telephone and sent a message to the nearest hospital for an ambulance. Then the banker took him into his office and sho,rc(l him the can of standing in the ripped-op e n satchel. Hi;; hair almo st stood on end. "Good gracious! You people escaped by the skin oJ your teeth," he said "We owe our lives to my young messenger," saiLl :Jfr. Morse. "He des erve<> a medal," answered the officer. "He shall get som ethjng more substantial than a medal replied the banker, earnestly. "He's earned it, all right," norlclecl the policeman. "I shall have to ask you to rcmoyc that stuff to the sln tion," said the bank e r. The officer eyed the can of explosive s tufl' ask:rncc. "I suppose I'll have to take it," he said; "but l <1ord fancy the job." "It won't make any trouble nnlcss you should clrop i!. ,. "Don't worry, I won't drop it. I'm in no hurry to take on a pair of wings." "That crowd outside is filling the street; it should l:c dispersed." "Wait till I show this stuff to them and they'll scatter fast enough," said the policeman, grimly, as h e carcfol!y picked up the can of nitro-glycerinc in one hand an : l the demoralized bag in the other. "You just watch them scamper." The crowd, in its eagerness to find out wlrnt 'ra3 going on in the bank, had now gathered thickly about the iYindow and the door. A clerk opened the door for the officer to pass out. He found his progress completely blocked.

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, " > ..... ' I'-.'! 3 BAHREL OF MONEY. -----.. d ---------------I.Jack. l'Ye a can of in my hand. exP.ected sometimes happens. Ye s terday if anybody had Ir rou jar me something is liable to happen." (old me l wat:> going to t.:omc into $1,000 before night I He held the can up so all in fl#)nt could see its label. should have felt like laughing in his face, and yet that is That was quite enough for the curiously disposed. exactly what did happen, though I wouldn't go through The mob broke up in a panic, leaving the way clear for the same experience again for a million. It was touch and the officer to pass out. go \rith all of us when I caught that satchel on the fly. I He walked down Wall Street toward Old Slip sta tion as call that the finest fly catch on record. If I were to believe if lie was treading on eggs, ::;o fearful was he of the conall the papers say about me this morning I'd develop a tents of that can. good case of the swelled head. Well, I'm able to buy a Shortly afterward an ambulance came and took the unhlmdred shares of M. & C T1action on a ten per cent. conscious hmatic away. margin after all If it goes up ten points I shall double my He wa::; subsequently =removed to the B e llevu e insane $1,000. Won't that be fine! I mean to make a barrel of 1rnnl, aml later on transferred to the Island. money out of the stock market one of these days. I reall y 'T'here was little actual work clone at the I.Jank for believe I'm a born speculator-I seem to feel it in my blood. rest of the clay, for the clerks were all broke up. Well, let me see, 100 shares at 72 is $7,200 I'll have to put B e fore Mr. Morse went home he presented B ertie with up $720, that'll leave me $280 to fall back upon. It's al 1 ,000 in bills as a token of his grateful appreciation 0 ll'H.)'S well to keep an anchor to windward, as the nautithc boy's gallant conduct cal gent said in the melodrama the dther night." A reporter of a morning daily heard about the incident in So when Bertie was sent on his first errand about ten i.i me to catch Bertie ancl question him about the thrilling o'clock he dropped in at a broker's office on Broadway, event. where he was known, and bought 100 shares of M. & C Then he interviewed everybody else in the establishment, Traction at 72, depositing $720 as security. from the cashier clown. "Now I've got a personal interest in the market," he Afterward he went up to Mr. Morse's house and got his said to himself as he marched back to the bank. "It really version of the affair. makes a fellow feel as if he was something more than a With this material, and the scare head s tac:kc d on after mere messenger boy to have $290 in a saving's bank and a his story was put into type, he managed to fill a column of $720 flyer that may bring him in a thousand or two. I space in the morning edition guess I'm ,sprouting my pin feathers at last." The result was Bertie woke up next day to find he had He stopped a moment to talk to Beryl Foster, who had become famous, in a way, over night. just taken her usual stand on the corner of Nassllu Street. He was the talk of the financial district before ten He had taken a strong interest in the charming little o'clock, and many brokers, who knew him either personmaid, and the pleasant way in which she acknowledged his allr or by sight, liim on the stree t to question and salutation left little doubt hut she was equally pleased to compliment him about the nervy front he had put up sre him again. the crank who had visited Morse-'s bank loaded for "I brought thi s bunch especially for yon, Mr. Balli ster,'' brn;iness. she l'aid, picking a s pecially fine bouquet out of her basket. lt wai-: something of an adreTtis ement for Mr. "You must let me pin it to your coat." anrl he obtained several new depo sitors before the 1reek 'Come no11-, my name is Bertie," grinned the boy. '"rime oYcr. enough to call me Mr. Balli ster when I have sprouted a Rertic mother was shocked at the risk her dear boy h tHl mustache and put in my fir s t vote." encountered, but he made light of it, laughingl y "Then you must call me Beryl,'' Rho s aid, with a ba s h-that "a miss was as good as a mile." ful smile as she pinned the flower s to his jacket. He rlecidecl, with some twinge s of conscience, not to tell "Sure I will. There's my nickel, Beryl." hi s mother that he had received $1,000 from hi s "Oh, but I don't want you to pay me for the violets,'' in connection with the affair. Rhc prote s ted, earnestly. He had already decided what he was going to do with "It's against my principles to accept s omething for noththe money and as he had very strong doubts about h e r ing he said laughingly, "so just drop that into your little fa l ling in with his plan, he k ept his own counsel. poc k e tbook. You see, I made $1,000 yesterday after I saw He believed, he had a good thing in view, and he wanted you, and I can afford to treat myself to an unlimited quan to surpriFe her with his success when he came out ahead tity of violets if I c hoose to do so." of the game "Did you really make $1,000 ?" she asked, a bit doubtAfter he reached the bank and sea ted himself in the refully, opening her eyes very wide. ception-room as. usual, he hunted up l\I. & C. T'raction in "That's what I did My boss gave it to me for saving the quotation s of the previou s day' s operations on the Stock his life. I can't stop now to tell you about it, but here's Exchange and saw that the stock had advanced from 70 to the morning paper, with a full account of the affair. Read 72. it when you get a chance, and then you'll understand all "Looks like a s ure winner all right," he mused. "That about it. Goodby, till I see you again," and he was off, tip I 've got ought to pan out well. It's funny how the unleaving the aston i shed y oun g miss with a morning pap er i n /

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A BARREL OF MONEY. 9 her hand, the article in question staring her in the face Ender a heavy blue pencil mdrk. Before she startecl to read the story she put Bertie's nickel away in a specia l compartment of her pocketbook. "I'm going to keep that because it's the first he has given me," she said to herself. "He is a nice boy, ancl I just like him ever so much." CHAPTER V. IN WHICH BERTIE BECOMES A SMALL CAPITALIST. After that Bertie never failed to let Beryl Foster know he was around when he passed the corner of Nassau Street. It might be only a smi le or a single word if he was in a rush, as he almost always but he never passed her unnoticed unless she was epgaged with a customer. Some time during the clay he always managecl to buy a bunch of violets from her, and it was not long before many of the brokers who knew him got on to his new habit of sporting the flowers, and, as they easily guessed the source of his supply, they teased him unmercifully. "So you're mashed on the little flowergirl, eh?" re marked broker W ardi;worth one day. "Who said I was, Mr. Wardsworth?" asked Bertie, flushing up. "Oh, your face shows it, young man," laughed the broker. "My face! W11at do you mean?" 'Vhy, you're blushing like a society bud just out,'' chuckled the Wall Street man. "Isn't he, Dexter?" ap pealing to a friend he had been talking with. "Sure thing," grinned Dexter "I'm afraid it's a serious case." "Undoubtedly." "Corne, now, Mr. Wardsworth, you're laying it on thick," protested Bertie, in some confusion. ":\!' onsei)se. You might as well own up that you're gone on her, Bertie. But you want to look sharp, she's got more mashes than she knows what to do with. There's old Bron ,;on, he lrnv;; floll'ers from her twice a clay as regularly as clockwork. Then Adams, the millionaire, ha s lately con tracted the violet habit, too. You're up against a score of the smartest and wealthiest brokers OJ.?. the Street, my little man, all regular customers of hers. If you're going to get and hold the inside track in that quarter, you '11 have td keep your wca ther eye lifting." The two brokers laughed heartily and walked away'. "I s'pose \Yardsworth thinks that'o funny," mutterecl Bertie. "Well, I don't care what he thinks, or what any body else around here thinkR, for that matter. I'm not go ing to be frightened awa.' from Beryl Foster just the same. 8hes a fine little girl, ancl I know she likes me. If I'm stuck on her that's my bu siness, I guess, and-Beryl's." Tt was now over a week since Bertie acquired his M. & C. Traction stock. Life had taken on a fresh interest for him. The ticker which h eretofore had only casua ll y interestcc l him now became the arbitrator of his fortune. He con s ulted it frequently, and its strident song sweet music to his cars, for M:. & C. kept on advancing in price daily. It had nmY reached the figures BG, and it clicln't take ;nuch calculation on Bertie's part to find out that he wa3 $1,ahead of the game. "I womlcr if this isn't the beginning of that. barrel of money I 've got in my mind's eye?" he Raicl to him self "The question now is, How long ought I to holcl on? That's the important thing I've got to consider. If I hold on too Jong, the stock might sudden l y go the other way, and then my prospects wouldn't be quite so rosy as they are at this moment. I'm going to chance it a da.' or bro more, and then--" But his meditations were intruded upon by il1r. Morse's bell summoning him into the private office, so further con sideration of M. & C. Traction had to take a back seat for the time being. He was sent over to Mr. Greene's office with a note for in stant delivery if the broker was in, or, if at the Exchange, he was to carry it there. When he entered the reception-room he was confronted by Oliver Bounce, who su lkily demanded his business. "I want to see Mr. Greene,'' said Bertie, in his off-hand way. "You can't see him," snarled Oliver. "Why can't I?" asked Bertie, aggressively, for he knew his mission was important. 'Cause he ain't in." "Is h e at the Exchange?" "I don t know where 11e is," growled Bounce, spite fully. "You' cl better }mow," returned Bertie, wrathfully. "I've got an important message for him, and if he mis ses it through you there'll be something doing in your neighbor hood, all right." This statement somewhat frightened Oliver and he recol lect ed that Mr. Gi:eene was at the Exchange. "That's all I want to know," answered Bertie, turning on his heel and making for the Exchange. He went in by the New Street entrance, found the broker and deliYCrecl the note. Mr. Greene read it, told him to tell Mr. Morse lw wolll
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io A BARREL OF MONEY. "I would if I was you," laughed the messenger boy. I "Thanks for the compliment, Beryl." "I've just sold a block of 5 000 shares myself a minute! "I guess you desene it," she replied, archly. ago and made a quarter of a million. rm goin' to eat! "I hope I do, for I'm out for the dust in right-down at Delmonico's to-night." I earnest, and a fellow has got to be smart to make it
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n tg IU $ 0 18 b.e of of ne ge of a er :or ie, ry intle 10. A BARREL OF MONEY. 11 "Where did you get that $200 ?" "I made it." "You made it?" she replied, in some astonishment. "Yes, mother dear." "Then I am interested in learning how you made such a large sum." "You don't think I picked anybody's pocket, do you?" he asked, roguishly. "Why, of course not. What an idea!" "Well, mother, I'll tell you all about it; but you must not to faint away." "Why, what do you mean?" "A sudden surprise, you know, sometimes has a bad ef fect on some persons." "Bertie, you seem to be talking in riddles Are you bent on teasing me?" "No, mother, I am onl y preparing you for what is to come." "Good gracious! What are you getting at?" "I think I remarked a moment ago that the $200 you have in your hand was a mere bagatelle." "You did, you foolish boy," said Mrs. Ballister, with a fond smile. "Now, I'm going to prove it. You are aware that Mr. Morse said I saved his life, as well as his office, not to speak of the lives, maybe, of the other people in the bank." "Yes; but don't talk about that awful affair any more. It makes me shudder to think about how near you came to losing your own life, my darling son," and she kissed him several times, while the tears gathered in her eyes. "What would I ever have done if you had been taken from in that dreadful way?" "There, mother, don't cry. It's past and gone. What I started to say is this: Mr Morse presented me with $1,000 as a token of his gratitude." "Bertie Ballister, you don't mean it!" "I do, mother. He gave it to me the day the trouble occurred, and I want you to forgive me for not telling you before "Why, Bertie, what reason did you have for not telling me before?" "I wanted to use the money, and I was afraid you would object. I know it was wrong for me to treat you so, dear, but the result will show you that the object I had in sight 'Yas all right, because I am $2,000 better off to-day than I would have been if I hadn't used the money the way I did." "Two thousand dollars better off? I'm sure I don't un derstand what you are talking about "Mother, I took $720 of that $1,000 which I received from Mr. Morse and put it into a stock deal. I bought 100 shares of M. & C. Traction at 72. Yesterday I sold those shares for 94t, and made a profit of $2,213 exactly, consequently, after making you a present of this $200, I have $3,013 in the bank, and here are my passbooks to prove it," cried Bertie, triumphantly. "Is it\ possible ?" gasped Mrs. Ballister, utterly ama zed. "Just examine the entries in those books, mother, and you will be convinced "Why, Bertie," she said, after she had looked into the books and found the facts in accord with the boy's state ment, "how ever did you do it?" "Well, mother, I had a sure thing. I operated on a tip which I was fortunate enough to pick up in the Mills Building on the afternoon that lunatic came into the bank." He then told her how he came to get the pointer. "And what are you going to do with that money? I hope you will leave it where you have put it, then it will be safe "Mother, I don't want to make any promises, for if I get hold of another good thing I couldn't think of allowing it to get by me." "Bertie,'' warned his mother, "you ought to know what the mar!\7t is by this time. You have been a year in Wall Street. I hope you won'.t do anything foolish.'' ''I shall try not to. But I am determined to make a barrel of money. I want to get as rich as Mr. Sheldon, your brother." Bertie never called hini uncle He had very little affection for the man whom he knew had treated his mother so shabbily. "Some day, mother, I expect to be able to buy a house as fine as his for you to live in. Where you can hold your head up once more, as you did before you married father. I am sure father would have done that some day if he had lived." "You are a brave, noble boy, Bertie. I have no fear but you will make your mark in the world." Mrs. Ballister then went out of the room to look after the supper. With $3,000 to his credit in bank, Bertie was quite an other boy He seemed to have grown more manly and self-reliant. He held his head higher and told his mother she must look on him as her protector after that. All the same, he didn't put on any unseemly airs be cause fortune had smiled on him so unexpectedly. He attended just as strictly as ever to his duties as Mr. Morse's messenger. He never told his employer that he had tripled that $1,000 he received from him. His only confidant was his mother and, perhaps, Beryl Foster, to some extent. Beryl and he were on excellent terms. His mother smiled at his enthusiastic accounts of the little :fiowergirl. "I must get her something better to do than selling flow ers," said Bertie one evening. "You take a great interest in her, don't you?" said Mrs Ballister, smiling in a roguish manner. "Yes, mother, I do," acknowledged the boy, frankly. "I wish she was my sister." "But if she were your sister you'd lose her some day," laughed Mrs. Ballister. "Somebody would come along that

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12 A BARREL OF l\IONEY. she 'rnuld learn to like b e tter thau JOU. Then there would be a wedding and--" "Mother, let's talk about s omething ebc. You must in vite Beryl over next Sunday to take dinner with us. I could go for her, you know, and afterward take her home. It would be a change for her, don't you think?" "I will certainly invite her if you wiRh me to," replied his mother, stroking his hair, and wondering if it would be many years before another woman took her place in her boy's heart. CHAPTER VII. A LUCKY JOLT. To Bertie's great satisfaction, Beryl Foster, after some hesitation, accepted an invitation from Mrs. Ballister to dine with them on the ensuing Sunday, and it was ar ranged tha.t Bertie was to call for her at her home in Ho boken early in the afternoon. He did so, and was introduced to her mother and her brother, Willie. Then the two young people set out for Brooklyn. Bertie thought the little flowergirl had never looked prettier. She had no expensive clothes to wear, but what she did have set off her natural beauty to perfection. Mrs. Ballister was rather surprised at the little maid's many personal advantages, while her sweetness and good breedfog charmed her. "She is a lovely little girl," was the lady's verdict. "I might have known that Bertie wouldn't have taken up with anything ordinary." Beryl passed a very pleasant afternoon with the Ballis ters, and Bertie took her home before it got dark. A few days afterward Bertie learned of a vacant pla c e in a Broad Street store, which he believed would just suit Beryl, and he got Mr. Morse to recommend her to the firm, with the head of which he was personally ac quainted. Bertie took Beryl down to the store, introduced her, and she got the place. For some little time after that the brokers who ha.d been in the habit of buying their bouquets at the corner of Nas sau and Wall streets wondered what had become of the pretty little flowergirl. But nobody could tell them. She had >
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t s ll 0 a. s e a A BARREL OF MONEY. 13 Bertie ran out on the walk and looked for the me ss en ger, but he had disappeared. "I'll lrnYe to see that this i s delivered to .the man for whom it i s intended," he said. "I'll take it around to the Exchange when I deliver my own message upstairs." Bertie had to go to the sixth floor, and when he pre s ented his envelope in the office of the firm he had been sent to, he was told to sit down and wait for an an s wer. W11ile he was waiting the pleasure of the firm to whom J hi s note had been handed, he amused himself wondering what was the name of the stock which was about to be boomed under orders from his uncle, Stewart Sheldon. "It looks as if I have stumbled right on to another Al, copper-fastened pointer, only this time it seems to be a blind one. Let me see, is there any way I can find out? I have it. I've got the name of the broker who i s going to do the buying for Mr. Sheldon, who is probably the head of a }.)OOl formed to boost the stock in question. I'll my eyes open and see if I can find out what stock he makes a break for. As soon as I do, I'm going to pitch in and buy a few shares of it myself. How I wish I had that barrel of coin now ; I guess I wouldn't try to do a thing to Mr. Sheldon: I'd like to give him a good jolt for the way he treated mother. It's a long lane which hasn't a turning. Maybe I'll reach him some clay in a way he won't like. If I ever clo, I'll rub it in nice and hard." On his way baek to the bank, he stopped at the Ex change and asked the man at the gate to bring Broker Steinfeldt to the rail. The official hunted Steinfeldt up, and presentlY the broker came out. "Well," he said, a bit roughly, to Bertie, "got a me s sage for me?" "Yes, sir," and the boy hanuc:h a fu ssy little man that I was \rondering what h e \rn8 making himself s o promin ent about ou th e floor for rC'plie d B ertie cvab ively. "That was it, eh?" s aid WaTCfawortli, unsu::;pic iousl y They passed into N e w Street togethC'r and parte d at the corner of \\' all B ertie Tcturnin g to the b a nk. He had gol the inform a ti o n h e w ante d and whC'n he went to lunch that afte rn oon h e dre w $2,950, took the money around to the Broach a.y brok e r who had execut e d his form e r c ommission, and put it up on 500 share s of C., II. & D. at 59. Onc e more B ertie was in the market, but this time he was there with both fee t. CHAPTER YIII. DRUGGED. It was ten o clock Saturday morning, three days after Bertie made his s econd plunge in the stock market, and the .boy was standing b y the ti c ker, eag e rly waiting for the first quotations from the Exchange, for there had been something doin g in C., H. & D. the afte rnoon before and the s to c k had gone up to 65, when Mr. Morse' s bell rang for hi s messenger to present hims elf in the private of fice. B e rtie hastened to an sw e r the c all. "Take this note to Mr. Green e," s aid th e bank e r pus hing an e nvelope toward the boy. As Bertie left the office, Mr. Mors e's desk phone rang. "Well?" he asked, putting the re c eiver to hi s ear. "Is this Mr. Morse, banker and broker?" inquired a dis tant voice. "Yes. I am Mr. Mor s e." "This is Saylor's Hotel, Jersey City and I am William Morton of Tonopah, Nevada. I hav e t e n $500 Govern ment coupon s 4s of 190 7 that I wish to di spose of in a hurry, as I requii-e the mon e y immediat e ly to closC' a c1eal in Newark about no o n. The marke t value of th e bonds according to the pap e r this morning i s $ 5, 250 What commi ss ion do you charg e for maki11g the sale ? Mr Morse told him. "\,Ye ll, c 'an you send th e ove r ri g lit away t o this hotel by a trus tworthy m esse n ge r. 11ith a\1tho ri t y to receive the bond s from me?" "I should prefe r to h a ,e y ou c ail l1eTc with 1 01u b onds," repli e d l\fr MorsP,. I should b e h a ppy t o d o s b11t n\1' a na11gementl3 will not admit of it." "I am not acc m:tom e d to trans a bus iness in th e way you s uggest, Mr. 1\forto n

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1'14 A BARREL OF MONEY. '========================================================-============ i "If you will talk to Mr. Bailey, the manager of this from me with the money to purchase the ten Government hotel, I think he will be able to satisfy you as to my recoupon 4s of 1907 that Mr. William Morton has to sell. sponsibility." Have him introduce you personally to this gentleman from "Very well. Ask Mr. Bailey to come to. the 'phone." the West, so that there can be n,o mistake about yom reachPresently there came a hail in a different voice. ing the right man. When the bonds are handed to you, "Is this Mr. Bailey?" asked the banker. examine them carefully. See that you receive ten and that "Yes." each is a $500 coupon 4 per cent. of 1907. As soon as you "I am Mr. Morse, of Wall Street. Who is this Mr. are satisfied they a.re right, hand Mr. Morton the package Morton who has called me up on your wire?" of money, and, after he counts it, get him to sign that "He is a mining promote1 from the Nevada gold fields, receipt. Do you understand everything now?" and a guest at this house. His respectability seems to be "Yes, sir." unquestionable. He has signed letters from the Governor Bertie left the bank without delay and made his way to of Nevada, from Senator Frye, of that State, and from a the Cortlandt Street ferry. number of prominent business men of the West, including Crossing the river, he reached Saylor's Hotel at about Mayor Jones, of Denver. I have a package of his securi eleven o'clock. ties in the office safe, and have seen the bonds he wants to "I should Jike to see Mr. Bailey," he asked the clerk at dispose of." the desk. "In your opinio!1, then, Mr. William Morton is a safr "He is very busy just now. If you will tell me your man to do business with?" business I will tell him you wish to see him." "I see no reason for doubting his resp6nsibility. Will "I am from Mr. Howard Morse, banker and broker, of you hold the wire just a minute?" No. Wall Street." There was a short pause, then Mr. Bailey spoke again. The manager came in a moment. "Mr. Morton has authorized me to hold his package ol' "You wish to see Mr. William Morton, of course?" securities, now in the hotel safe, until this bond sale shall "Yes, sir ." have been completed to your satisfaction." "Here, front. Show this y.oung man up to 32." "Do you know what those securities consist of?" A uniformed boy sprang from a chair near by and came "Yes. There are 200 shares of Tonopah Mining Co., forward. which Mr. Morton values at $13 a share, and 1,000 of To. "Wait a moment," said Bertie, in his businesslike way. nopah Extension worth, he says, $6 per share. You will "Mr. Morse told me to ask you to personally introduce me know better than I whether those figures represent the real to Mr. Morton, so there could be no possibility of a doubt value of that stock." as to that gentleman's identity." Mr. Morse was thoroughly familiar with the current "Very well,'' replied the manager. "Come with price of Tonopah stocks, and he knew that Mr. Morton's They took the elevator to the third floor. statement was correct. Mr. Bailey piloted the way to Room 32, and knocked on "Thank you, Mr. Bailey. That is all," and the banker the door. hung up his receiver. "Come in," said a voice from inside, and Mr. Bailey and He decided that Mr. Morton was all right. f"" Bertie entered the room, which was a large one, and faced Then he rang for Bertie, who had just returned. upon Montgomery Street. "Ask Mr. Williams to give you $5,250 in large bills." A tall, well-formed man, with long white hair, and a "Yes, sir." heavy white moustache, was standing near one of the win-In a few minutes Bertie brought the money to Mr. dows. Morse. # He put Bertie in mind of the character of the "Silver The banker counted it carefully, and then asked BertiP King" the boy had lately seen at one of the Brooklyn com-to count it. bination theatres. "You are satisfied the amount corresponds with that He appeared to have the stamp of the boundless West in slip?" said his employer. every featme, from the crown of his head to the toe of his "Yes, sir," replied the boy, promptly. well-polished shoes. "Very well," and he placed the money in a stout, ob-Bertie was visibly impTessed by the man's personality. long envelope and sealed it with wax in three places. "This is William Morton, young man. Mr. Morton, this Then he addressed it to is a messenger from Mr. Morse, of Wall Street, with refer ence, I dare say, to those 'bonds you want to sell. "Mr. William Morton, "Ah! I have been expecting some one from Mr. Morse," "Care of Saylor's Hotel, said the man from the West, coming forward. "Have you "Jersey City, N. J." brought the money?" "Now, Bertie," said the banker, "you will take this package of money ove r to Saylor's Hote l right away. Ask for Mr. Bailey, the manager, and tell him you have come "Yes, sir." A glow of satisfaction shone in Mr. Morton's eyes. "Your employer reposes a good deal of confidence in you, young man," he said, with a peculiar smile. "I hardly ex-

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t l 11 L, ;o J.t 11e y ae bt on nd ed a LU-rer m -m his ty. his er-e OU )U, exA BARREL OF MO:N"EY. Hi pectecl he would send so young a messenger. \Yell, \l'C' I 'I'hen he felt as if he was rising-rising up to the clouds will proceecl to business, as my time is valuable. :Mr. I\ ow he was in a great poppy field and the air was satur Bailey, will you send up the envelope containng those bom1s atetl with their oclor. which is in your safe?" A great light shone all about im. "Certainly," replied the manager, who then left the room Strange, clreamy music secme' to get free. But he was like an infant in the grasp of the powedul Westerner, who had taken him at such disadvantage A sarcastic smile wreathed the white-haired man's lips, as he watched his young victim kick and writhe in his arms The peculiar sickening odor on the handkerchief pene trated Bertie's nostrils and choked him. He gasped for breath, and with every gasp he felt hi8 senses growing more and mo1:e benumbed "Great heaven!" he thought, "I am being drugged!" And so he was. "Gooc1 night, young man,'l sibi l ated a voice in his ear, whirh seemed to come from afar off. "Good night, and pleasant dreams." I THE MISSING MESSENGER BOY. The white-haired man started a.ncl a dangerous light came into his eyes. 1 Then he tore the handkerchief from Bertie's face, thrust it into pocket and looked down at the set, white face of the boy. "Safe!" he muttered between his teeth. The knock was repeated He walk e d to the door. "Who' s the.re?" he asked "The chambermaid,'1 ca.me a feminine voice. "Come back in five minutes." He listened to the giTE.s retreating footsteps and heard her enter the n ext room Drawing a long breath, he went to one of the windows, threw it np, thrust his 11ead out and breathed copiously of the pure air outside. He remained by the window until the odoT, which was strong in the room, had been dissipated Then he took the handkerchief from his pocket anc1 tossed it into one of the bureau drawers. After that he walked over to the inert form of Bertie Ballister, opened his jacket and vest and li stened around his heart. "He'll come to in time," he whispered. He lifted he boy in his arms, carried him to a l arge closet, propped him up against the wall ancl closed the Joor. "Everything has worked as I could wish," he said to himself, picking up the bonds, which he stowed away in one pocket, and the money, which he placed in another. He unlocked the room door, took up his broad, soft hat and left the room. He went directly to the office. "I an1 going to Newark," he said to the clerk, handing him the key of his room. "Possibly I may go on to Phila delphia from here If so, I will not be back before Mon day morning. However, I wiif rE:..tain i11y room until that time. If you will make out my bill I will pay you." "To Monday morning, you sa}f ?" asked the clerk "Yes." The clerk took the money, hari'ded him a receip and t h e

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16 A BARREL OF MONEY. white-haired man left the hotel with not the slightest in tention of ever returning to that place again. An hour later a message was received over the "phone by the hotel clerk. Mr. Morse was at the other end of the wire. The banker wanted to know if his messenger had been d e tained at the hotel. "Not that I know of," replied the clerk. "Do you know when he left the hotel?" "No, sir I didn't see him after Mr. Bailey showed him up to Mr. Morton's room. He couldn't have remained there more than fifteen or twenty. minutes at the outside, for Mr. Morton handed in his room key within that time he left for Newark." "Then Mr. Morton isn't in tbe hotel now?" "No, sir. He left at l east an hour ago." "I shou ld like to speak to Mr. Bailey." "He is not in at present." "Very well. That is all." :Mr. Morse was puzzled by Bertie's length y absence. The boy was always very quick in executing 11is erra nds, e ren unimportant ones. With ten $500 Government bonds in his possession, and knowing that the office wag closed at one o'clock on Satur day afternoon, it was a matter of surprise and some uneasi ness to the banker that his messenger had not yet turned up. Mr Morse usually went home at noo:a, but on this occasion he felt that it was necessary he sho uld wait at the office until Bertie came back. One o'clock came, the clerks went away, but the banker re mained in his private room with the boy's pay envelope on the desk before him. The janitor came in to clean up and was to see him there. Mr. Morse sent him for an afternoon paper, and read the news until the clock struck two. "It is very strange," mused the banker, laying the pa per clown. "I can't imagine wha can be keeping the boy. I'm afraid he's met with an accident." He rang up the hotel again. The manager was at lunch, but came to the 'phone at once. In reply to the banker's anxious inquiries all he could say was that he had taken the boy to Mr. Morton's room and left him with that gentleman. At the request of his guest he hacl taken the package of bonds from the office safe arnl sent them to his room. Beyond that he had no knowledge of the moYements of either the messenger or lHr. Morton, except that the head clerk had mentioned that the Westerner had left for Newark about half-past eleven after paying for his room up to Monday morning. from which he judged that the gent le man would be back before night. Everythipg seemed to show that Bertie had got the bonds, paid for them, left the hotel and then-Mr. Morse couldn't say what. / The banker then rang up the Jersey City police headquarters a nd asked if any accident had been reported whi c h im olved a boy answering to Berti e's description. After some delay M:r. Mor se's anxiety in thi s direction was relieved. "If I didn't have the utmost confidence in that boy I might begin to s uspect that-but, pshaw! such a thing i s out of the question with Bertie. I'd a s soon doubt my own s on." The banker waited until three o'clock, and then he became fully s ati s fied that s omething seriou s had happened to his messenger. He left his office and went tlp to a well-known detective agency not far away . He hacl a long talk 'irith th e manager, after which he took a car foi home. Within half an hour a detective \Vas tll.lking to the mana ger of Saylor's Hotel. vVhat he found out was s ubstantially what Mr. Baile y had told Mr. Morse over the wire a s hort time before. Then he went off without having found a clew; but he said he would be back later on to see the gentleman from the West. About five o'clock the chambermaid, whose duty it was to look after the rooms on the third floor of Saylor's Hotel, unlocked the door of room 32 and entkred with clean towel s As s he was leaving the room she fancied she heard a noise in the closet. She listened and heard the sound again. I believe some one i s hiding in that closet," she breathed, beginning to feel frightened. She didn't have the nerve to inve s tigate the noi se, which once more came to her ears plainer than before, but she had presence of mind enough to push the button communicat ing with the office. In a moment or two a bell-boy appeared. "I believe there' s a thief concealed in the closet of thi s room," s h e said, in great trepidation. "I g ue ss you' re dreaming," replied the boy, contemptu ously. "I heard a noise twice in that closet," said the chamber maid, positivel y "There it i s again. Don't you hear it?" Yes, the bellboy had heard it. "Give me your broom," he saicl. "If there'R a n y one th ere I'll ju s t knock the daylight s out of him!" With the broom grasped in his hand h e march ed over to the door and threw it open suddenly. Bertie Ballister rolled out on the floor then struggled into a sitting pos ture and looked around in a dazed way. "I've got you, you rascal!" c ried th e valiant bell-boy, seizing Bertie by his two arms. "Do you give in?" The young Wall Street messenger made not the slightest resi stance-he s imply looked stupidly into his captor's face. "Ring up the office again, Lizzie," requested th e bell-boy. A second appeared on the scene_ "Jimmie, I've caught a sneak thief in the closet of thj, room. Run down and tell the manager." In a few minutes Mr. Bailey walked quickly into th e room.

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1 J A BARREL OF MONEY. "Caught a thief, hav e you, Djxon ?"he asked. "Yes, s ir. H e was in that closet. Lizzie heard him fir st.'' "Bring htm over to the light and let me see what he looks like." Dixon dragged Bertie over by the windows. No sootier did the manager get a s quare look at the boy than he gave an amazed gasp. "Why, what does this moon? This is no thief, but Banker Morse's missing messenger boy. Where did you find him? In that closet, you say?" "Yes, sir," l'eplied the surprised bell-boy. "There's something the matter with him," said the manager, stooping down and peering into Bertie's face. "Water!" gasped the boy. "Bring some water, Lizzie." The girl obeyed. Mr. Bailey put the glass to Bertie's lips and he drained it to the last drop. "It is very singular this boy should be here and in this condition," said the manager, never dreaming of the real state of affairs. "Where am I?" asked Bertie, vaguely. "Haven't you any idea where you are?" asked Mr Dailey in surprise. The boy shook his head "Don't you know how you got intothat closet, either?" "Was I in that closet?" asked Bere, hardly comprehending his situation yet. "How came I to be there?" "That's what I want to find out. Dixon, run across the street and see if Dr. Smith is in his office. If he is, bring him over." Dr. Smith happened to be in his office and came right over. "There seems to be something the matter with this boy," said Mr. Bailey to him. "I wish you'd examine him." CHAPTER X. Wall Street bank er with a sum o money, I believe, to purchase a number of Governnient bonds from a guest of this hotel-Mr. Morton, who occupied this room. Since then the banker has made inquirie s for him several times as the hoy failed to return to his office. Now, a few moments ago he was dis covered in his present condition in that closet." "Indeed. Well, it looks as if your guest w:ho had deal ings, you say, with the lad in this room, ought to be c alled on for an explanation. It strikes me that something very like a crime ha s been committed." "I could hardly s u s pect Mr. Morton of any irregularity. He doesn t seem to be that s ort of man." "Well, the boy will be able to clear up the mys tery in n very few minutes now." He had sent a pre s cription to the corner drug s tore and the bell-boy at this moment returned with a smaJl bottle of some kind of mixture Dr. Smith prepared a draught with the addition of a quantity of water and told B e rtie to swallow it. It cleared his brain like magic, and his eyes lost their dull, heavy look. The whole of his experience in that room ca.me back him, and he soon put the manager of the hotel, as well a8 the others in the room, in possession of the facts of the case. Mr. Bailey was dumfounded, while Dr. Smith nodded, sagely. "It's a clear case of robbery," said Bertie, "for the package of money I brought over is gone, and I haven't got the bonds, which you sent to the room, sir, and which I exam ined and found all right, to show for it. This so-called Mr: Morton is a crook, and ju s t a s soon a s Mr. Mo' r se learns the truth there will be something doing." Mr. Bailey was not easy in his mind over the dis closure Bertie had made. It was an unfortunate affair, and he feared the reputa tion of the hot e l might suffer in consequ e nce. So he immediately got busy and notifi e d the police. By the time Bertie had told his sto ry over again to a Jersey City detective, he felt well enough to start back for New York. BERTIE'S BARREL BEGINS TO FILL. After crossing the river he took au e l crntea train foT his employer's home, where he arrived about seven o'clock. "This boy has been drugged," was Dr. Smith's verdict. Mr. Morse received hi.In in hi s l i bra ry. I "Drugged!" exclaimed Mr.-Bailey, in surprise. "Well, Bertie, in th e name of all that'S r emarkable, where "Precisely-drugged." have you been s ince you 1 eft Saylor's Hot el?" asked the "In what way?" banker, curiously. replied Dr Smith, laconically. "I only left th e hot e l a little. over an hour ago sirt "Why, why-I don't see how that 1uld be. Are you replied the boy. sure there is no mistake, doctor?" "Why, what do you mean?n cried th e amazed Wall Street "I am confident he has been treated to a dose of that man. anesthetic." "I am ready to explain That's what I came up her e "I'm bo.und to admit that he looks as if he'd been drawn for." through a knot-hole. But what puzzles me is how came he to be drugged?" "What are the circumstances of the case?" "This boy wa. s sent here this morning by his employer, a And for th e thiTd tim e Bertie told o f hi s unpl e a sant experience at th e hand s of Wi11iam Morton in room 32 of Saylor' s Hotel. "T11en I ai;n to un de rsta11d you not only did not get the

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18 A K\RREL OF MONEY. bonds I sent you for, but you have bee n robb e d of that pack age of money?" "Yes, sir. I am sorry to report that such is the fact." "This Mr. Morton, then, instead of being a gentleman of r eputable character, as represented by the hotel is a scoundrel of the first order." "That's what he is, sir." "I shall certainly demand a.n explanation of the hoiel management," said the banker. "I am not sure but I can hold the hotel responsible for my loss. l am Ycry sorry you suffered so severely, my boy. It was an outrage, ancl I hope the police will soon bring the rascal to justice. The money is. a small loss in comparison to what you underwent. Well, I won't detain you any longer. Your mother will be worrying about you, so I think you ought to get home as sooh as possible." "Yes, sir; I think so myself.'' So he took his leave of the banker and started for the nearest Third Avenue elevated sta.tion. It was nine o'clock when he reached his home. He found his mother greatly worried about him. He told her the circumstances as g e ntly as he could, and 'made the affair as light as possible, but she was very much frightened over his story. "Wpat's the use worrying, mother. It' s better to be born lucky than rich. I always alight on my fe e t. : Maybe I ve nine lives, like a cat," he concluded, laughingly. "I don't see anything amusing about it, Bertie," re plied Mrs. Ballister, tenderly brushing the hair back from his brow. "You might have died under the influence of that drug." "That's true, mother; but I guess the rascal didn't mean to do me up for keeps. He had nothing _against me per sonally, you know. He was after the money, and all he wanted was to put me out long enough to give him tl1C chance to make himself scarce." "Well, I hope he will be arrested and punished for his crime." "I hope so, too. And now, if it's all the same to you, mother, I'll have something to eat." Of course, the papers got hold of Bertie's adventure, and on Monday morning every broker in the vV all Street district knew of the bold robbery at the Saylor Hotel in Jersey City, by which Banker Morse had been done out of over $5,000. "So you've been up against it again, Bertie?" remarked Broker Wardsworth, when he met the boy in front of the Stock Exchange about noon. "Yes, sir; I got it in the neck for fair that time," grin ned the young messenger. "You seem determined to keep yourself in the limelight of public notice. That nitro-glycerine affair a few weeb :lgo made you quite famous on the Street. Now, here you are jumping into notoriety again. Do you expect to be a politician one of these days?'' "No, sir. My ambition doesn't run in that groove." "No? If you're going to accumula.te any more of thecic thrilling adventures I shoi.1ld acl vise you to get a scrap-book right a\\'llY RO you can keep track of your record." "Thank you, Mr. Wardsworth, I'll keep your suggestion in mind. But I'm afraid I would have to invent most o.f the matter if I ever expected to fill the book." "I don't think so. That reminds me, I've got to talrn a patent out for a new game of cards I invented, in which spades are not used. What would you suggest ns 11 goou name for it, Be1'tie ?" "If spades are not used in it, then, if I were you, I'd call it 'Panama Canal,' and, winking his eye solemhly, the young messenger walked away. Bettie hadn't forgotten by any tnenns to look up the stock quot11.tions for Saturday motning, and he found C. H. & D had closed at 69. "Things seem to be corning my way, all right," he thought, gleefully. "If I sold out now I'd make $5,000. Well, this is a aase where I hold on a while longer. I'm hot on the trail of that barrel, and the way to get it is to make all you can when you get the chance." That Bertie showed: good judgment in holding on was apparent later that clay. C. H. & D:, under the astute methods employed by the combine that was backing it, kept on soaring, as if it had wings, and the last sales made Monday showed the price had reached 75. Bertie was so tickled over his good luck that when he got off at three o'dock he rushed down to the Broad Street sta tionery store to tell Beryl Foster about it. "Oh, I'm so glad to see Bertie!" cried Beryl, im petuously. "I read all about that dreadful narrow escape you had in the hotel in this morning's paper, and I couldn't help crying over it to think what you must have suffered.'' "Then you really are interested just a little bit in me, eh, Beryl?" he said, holding her hands closely in his. "vVhy, of course, I am. If you was my brother I couldn't--" "Well, I'm glad I'm not your brother, come to think of it." "Why?" she eried, opening her eyes very wide. "Oh, there are reasons he said, in some confusion "You mean you don't like me as well as you did," a shadow coming over the little maid's ace. "No, that isn't it. It's the other way." "I don't unuerstand." "I like you a great deal better. In fact, I like you so much that--" But at that interesting point Beryl broke away from him to wait on a customer who entered the store at th:i't moment to purchase a bottle of mucilage. When she returned to his side the topic of conversation 'was changed ,by Bertie to the subject of C. H. & D "I'm awful glad you are so fortunate," she said, beam ingly, and the boy believed her. Three clays afterward he sold his 500 shares at 91, real 1 izing a pro.fit of nearly $16,000 after his broker's commis sions hacl been deducted. Bertie Ballisfer was now worth $18,900.

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A BARREL OF MONEY. 19 \ CHAPTER XI. ALMOS'J' A MURDER. "Well, mother," said Bertie, at supper on the day he had received his profits from the C. H. & D. corner, which was still engaging the attention of the Exchange, "I think you ought to buy a house for yourself." "A house, Bertie!" exclaimed Mrs. Ballister, in surprise. "What put that into your head?" "The idea has been in my head ever so long. And now I think you've lived long enough in an every-day flat. Sup pose you buy a house for a change?" "It would be very nice, Bertie. Perhaps it would be well to use your $3,000 in that way. It would remove it from the temptation s of the stock market," she added, with a smile. "I've been nervous lest you might use some of it to try to increase your little pile." "How did you know but that I did?" grinned her son. "Bertie, you didn't!" "Well, mother, I might as well own up. I put up $2,950 of that $3,000 on C. H. & D. stock at 59." "Bertie Ballister, how could you? But you haven't lost it all?" his mother cried, breathlessly. "If I had I shouldn't be talking house to you, would I? No, I'm not in the losing crowd these days-I stand in with the winners. That's the only way to fill my barrel." "Now don't keep me guessing, Bertie." "All right, mother. I sold out my stock at 91, and I made-" "Well?" "To be exact, $15,875." It was some time before Bertie could convince his mother that he hac! really made so much money in the market. In fact, it was not until he had produced his broker's statement of his account that Mrs. Ballister woke up to the fact that she was the mother of one of the shrew d est little operators in Wall Street. "And I suppose you'll go on risking your winnings until some day you'll get caught like the big operators do, once in a while, and then you will be as poor as ever," said Mrs. Ballister, as they sat over the remains of the s upper. "Oh, I don't know," replied the boy. "I have got to make my barrel, of course; but I don't have to make' it all at once, that's why I want you to buy. a nice house when we can live, rent free, and where you will feel as indepencl ent as you used to before you were married. If anything should happen to wipe me out some time, you would have the house, at any rate." "I think it's a good idea. How much do you want to put in a house, Bertie?" "Anywhere from $3,000 to $5,000." "Very well, I will see what I can get for that money." A month later Mrs. Ballister purcha$cd a very handsome dwelling, one of a row in a growing part of Brooklyn, for $3,800. She got it at a bargain, for it had cost something over $5,000. But the ownor was obliged to sell, and the advantage was hers. As soon as the title was passed upon, and no flaws found, Bertie handed his mother the cash to pay for it, and within the week they moved in. They gave a house-warming a few days afterward, to which many young people, some of them pupils of Mrs. Balli ster, were invited. You may be sure Beryl Foster wasn't forgotten. She came over \rith her brother Willie, a bright young fellow of sixteen, who had struck up quite a friendship with Bertie. They had games, and singing, and piano music, and lot1 of good things to eat and drink, so that when the party fin ally broke up it was voted a great success With $15,000 on deposit in a Wall Street bank, BertiL kept his eyes wide open for an opport1i.nity to double that pile. But chances such as he was gunning for didn't seem to fly his way. Stocks went up and stocks went down, day after day, but the little messenger capitalist didn't bite, and his fleece remained safe in the bank, while the woods were full of other people who came into the Street with plenty of money and were now living on a diet of snowballs One day Mr l\forse sent Bertie on an errand to the Ex change Place building, where Stewart Sheldon had his offices. The man l).e called on had an offirc on the same floor with Bertie's uncle. The boy had transacted hi::; business and was on his way to the elevator "1d1en lrn rn;iticed a big, ''ell-dressed man walkin up and down the corril10l' i1 ont of Ur. Sheldon's private office door He seemed to be very much exciteJ over something, and the l ad began to wonder whether this was another crank or lun atic like the ieIJow who had tried to blow the Morse bank up. If he saw Bertie corning along he didn't pay any atten tion to him, at any rate. Just then tQ.e el rntor stopped at the end of the corridor, and Stewart S)lelclon got out. -He looked as spic and span as if he had just stepper] out of a show case. :i\Ir. Shelclon always was a fine dresser, and his athletic figure set clothes off to the best advantage. "He is a splendid-looking man," breathed Bertie, T only wish he was half as decent to his sister, my mother. But he turned her clown cold, and I have no use for him." The bo:v watchecl his flinh-hearted relative walk grandly along the corridor toward his office. "I don't 'rnncler he pnh: on st) le. I understand he made more than a million out of that C. H. & D. pool." He "as about to turn toward the elevator again when he saw the exritefl gentleman rush up to Mr. Sheldon, speak passionatclv to him, and finallv shake his fist in his face "H cl lo' thought Bertie. "I wonder what's up now? This man seems to have it in for Mr. Sheldon."

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20 A BARREL OF MONEY. Sheldon, howe\-er, t h e attitude of the man who had confronted him. He said something back, which Bertie couldn't hea1:, and then s tarted on. The other man wasn't to be put off. He began to showe r abuse on the tlheldon broker in a loud, excited tone, and, following Bertie's uncl e up, s tru c k him a violent blow in the face jm;t a s he was aboilt to enter his office. Mr. Sheldon s ta gge red bac k und e r the blow, but when he recovered he jumped at his aggressor and promptl y kno c ked him down. Bertie watched the conflict with con s iderabl e intere s t, wondering which of the two would come out on the top He had no sympathy for hi s uncle, though h e had no very strong des ire to see him whipped. He had seen many little racket s b etween angry brokers, but in no case were the scrappers badly hurt. This mix-up, however, soon promi sed more serious re s ults, for even as Bertie watched them the fellow on the floor rose, and with a dreadful oath drew a revolver from his hip-pocket 'llld pointed it at Mr Sheldon. Bertie had seen him rea c h for his gun, and the move ment was so s ignificant that the boy gave a gas p and then rushed forwa.rd to try and avert the tragedy he saw was c9ming. And he was onl y jus t in tim e to dash upon the infuri ated stranger, and s trike up hi s ar m when the revolv e r went Qff with a crack that awoke th e echoes of the corridor. CHAPTER XII. UNCLE AND NEPHEW. For once i n his life, at an y r a te, the proud Stewart Shel don was a badly scared man. He s tood r o oted to the spot, his face as w h i t e a s a s heet, and his hand s s hakin g as with the palsy. B er tie, after knocking up th e stranger's pistol ar m grap pled him for all h e was worth and in the tussl e that ensued both w ent clown on th e floor As th e iwopl e in the adjacent offices, a l armed by the pis tol shot, rushed out into the corridor to see what was m. the wirnl :\[r. S hclclon rceovrrcd his presence of mind, seized th e wavin g hand that st ill h e ld the s moking revolver and \\Te nchecl th e w eapon out of the d espera t e man 's grasp. Th e next m oment the woulrl-hc murdrrr s hook him self free from Hrrtir, to his feet, ancl, pushing th e sta1t!ed i:;pcdators a"ide, rushed for th e e l evato r. H e didn't to ,1ait for n rlrl"cending cage, but dashed around th e iron partition and flew rl.own th e marbl e sta irway a s if by a dozen policemen. Of c om"e. a ll who had ru s hed upon th e scen e wanted to know \\'ha t tlie troub l e waR about. :MoRt o f tl1em kn e w Mr. S h r lrlon. either personally or by s ight. Tho s e on speak in g term s gath ered around th e big broker and b egan to q u est ion him. I But he wave d them all aside with monosyllabic answers, and grasping Bertie by the arm led the boy, rather unwill ingly, into his elegantly furnis hed private office. "My lad, he sa id, with a good deal of emotion, "you have save d my life by your prompt interference. That man meant to kill me. I saw his purpo s e in his eye. I should be now lying dead or dying outs ide in the corridor but for you. I want you to understand that I' am grateful, and I propose to make you some substantial acknowledgment of the fact." "You can t do anything for me, Mr. Sheldon," replied Bertie, with a flas h of pride in his eye. "Can't do anything for you?" replied the big broker, in some astonishment. "Why not? Don't you know that you have rendered me a great service?" "Yes, sir, I think I have, but you are welcome to it." "Perhaps you think I mean to offer you pay for wha.t you have done. I had no intention oUputting it that way. I am a rich man, and an influential one. I want to do something for you that will advance you in life. Incident ally, I propose to make you a present as a reminder of your gallant conduct. Now, I wish to know your name, my lad.'' "I am afraid if I told you it wouldn t give you any satisfaction." Stewart Sheldon stared at Bertie as if he couldn't under s tand the boy's attitude. "Wouldn't give me any s atisfaction !" repeated the broker, in surprise. "Why, it would give me great satisfaction to know the identity of the boy who saved my life.'' "You say so because you don't suspect who I really Upon my word, my lad, you are speaking in riddles. Do y ou really refuse to tell me your name? I can't let you go without learning who you are. I owe yov. too heavy a debt for that." "Well, sir, since you insist I will tell you; but if the knowledge displeases you, you will have to blame yourself. My name is Bertie Ballister.'' B a lli s t e r !" exclaimed Mr. Sheldon, with a start and c hange of countenance. "Not the son of--" His voice ended almost in a whisper as his piercing black eyes seem .eel to pin the boy to his chair. "Yes, sir," !replied Bertie, rising and regarding the broker witl!_ a proud look. "I am the son of Edward Bal li s ter, ,who married y our s i ster. Edith Sheldon Balli s t e r is my mother." This announcem ent was a grea t s hock to Stewart Shel don. It was thi s hoy who s tood between him and a recon c ili a tion with hi s onljr and favorit e sister. He ha'd never ceased to hate the memor y of Edward Bal li s t er-the man who, in hi s opinion, had s tol e n hi s s i ster away from a luxuriou s home to share hi s poverty and ha.rel luck. And B e rtie Balli s ter, th e pi cture of his father, p e rpetu ated that hatred Now thi s lacl, whom he cordially detested, had s aved hi,; life.

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\ A BARREL OF MONEY. 21 Stewart Sheldon regarded Bertie for a full minute with out speaking. His proud nature and his hatred of the name of Ballister was battling with the gratitude he knew this boy deserved of him. At length he spoke. "So you are my nephew?" Bertie made a slight inclination of his head. "In consideration of what you have done for me I am willing to help both you and your mother." "It is not necessary, Mr. Sheldon," answered Bertie, politely but firmly. "My mother and I do not need your help -now. There was a time, many years ago, when she asked you for assistance. I have been told we were almost starv ing at the time. You refused her then. It was not your fault we did not die. Under these circumstances, what would you do were you in my place, sir? You would do as I am doing. y OU would accept.nothing from the hand that was once withheld when it might have relieved a sis ter's distress. In saving you from that man's'bullet I did nothing more than I would have done for any man in the same position. It will please mother to know I did you this service, for she cannot forget that you are still her brother." "You are proud, boy, and unreasonable," said Mr. Shel don; almost harshly, for it galled him to be addressed in this fashion by one who bore the name of Ballister. '"l'hat may be true, Mr. Sheldon, but I came rightfully by it." "Yes, your mother has her share of the Sheldon pride. You are employed in this neighborhood, I presume?" "Yes, sir." "By whom?" "Howard Morse, banker and broker, of No. Wall Street." "And you and your mother live where?" "In Brooklyn. No. Greene Avenue." Mr. Sheldon made a note of it on his writing pad. "It is my intention to communicate with your mother. In saving my life it is possible you have bridged the gulf your birth created. In any case, I offer you my hand as a token of my gratitude." "I accept it as such," answered Bertie, and for the first time in the family a Sheldon and a Ballister clasped hands. CHAPTER XIII. STRICKEN AT THE TICKER. When Bertie got back to the bank he explained to Mr. Morse the cause of his delay. "I suppose your name will be in the paper again to morrow," said the banker, with a smile. "Oh, no, I guess not," grinned the boy. "Although it was a shooting scrape, I don't believe Mr. Sheldon will prosecute the man who, in a fit of anger, tried to do him up. I judge he's some broker who got the short end of a deal with Mr. Sheldon, and came around to try and get some accommodation." "Stewart Sheldon has the reputation of squeezing his victims pretty dry when he gets them into a tight place. It's a wonder something hasn't happened to him before," was the banker' s comment. "He ought to be grateful to you for saving his life. This may patch up your family dif ference, Bertie." "Possibly it may. He wanted to do something for me before I told him who I was; but I turned his offer down. I can't forget how he treated my mother in her hour of extreme need. He says he s going to write to her, and in timated that what I did for him might lead to the healin of old wounds. But it will depend a gTeat deal on how mother looks on his advances at this stage of the gaa;ne. Mother and I can get along now without any assistance from Mr. Sheldon. As for myself, I mean to make my way ahead by my own efforts, and I'm not afraid. but I will succeed." "I guess you'll get there all right, my boy," replied Mr. Morse. Had the banker known how successful the boy already was in his little outside deals he would certainly have had a still greate;r: respect for his young messenger's abilitie&. A big operator who employed MT. Morse in a roundabout way to engineer a part o-f some of his deals came in at that moment, and Bertie rntired to his chair in the reception-TOom. In a few minutes the banker's bell summoned him into the private office. "Take this memo. to Mr. White (the stock clerk) and tell him to attend to it at once," said Mr. Morse. Bertie carried out his instructions, and was on his wa.y back to his chair when the cashier stopped him and asked him to take an accommodation note, which he handed him, to Mr. Morse, and ask him for instructions. The boy re-entered the private room, after knocking, on his errand. As he did so he heard the big operator say to his em ployer: "The pool was completed to-day, and I shall have'three others beside you on the lookout for B. & 0. You must begin to-morrow, through your Exchange bi::oker, and gather in every share in sight. It will be a big operation, but we have all the money necessary at our back." Bertie advaD;ced to the desk and Mr. Morse passed on the accommodation paper, which the boy then
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T A BAHHEL 23 With pale cheeks and wildly distended eyes, :Mr. Of course, Mir. \\ral'c sivortl1 t ok his reply as f1m. stood by the ticker and glared down at the tape as it came "Don"t you want to loa so.me of it out on call? Money in a ceaseless flow the mechanism. is getting tight jus n
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2-! A BARREL OF MONEY. Late r on the boy took a note to a big man in Broad Street who loaned a great deal of money on call, taking gilt-edged securities and other first-class collateral to secure himself against loss. The money-lender sent back an answer, and soon after ward Mr. Williams left the bank with a package in his hand. When Bertie carried the box back to the s afe deposit company h e notic e d that it was not near so heavy as it had been. After that Mr. Morse came down every day, gradually lengthening his office hours until they reached his accus tomed standard. B e rtie followed the course of the market regularly, read ing up the reports of consolidations in pro s pect in rail road circles, notice s of favorable or adverse legislation af fecting the futures of the roads in the various States, and all matter calculated to depress or enhance the value of the securities dealt in on the Stock Exchange. But he was very cautious about making any deal, though he had a good capital to protect himself if he went in car e fully. He did, however, clear $25,000 on a sudden rise of Lake Shore, a few days before his employer resumed his regular duties at the bank. It was all done in a clay, and executed solely oil his own judgment. One Sunday, in the early part ot June, he invited Beryl to go sailing with him down the bay in a small naphtha launch, the property of "Uncle" Joe Greene. She accepted, and her brother Willie was also asked to go along. Mr. Greene lived in West 93d Street, Manha tan, and the boat was moored near the boathouse of the rident Yacht Club, on the Hudson River, of which "Uncle" Joe was a charter member. So Bertie had to go up there, get the boat and take her across to a 1 private wharf in Hoboken, where he had ar ranged to meet Beryl and her It was early in the afternoon when they embarked. Bertie had been fully instructed in the management of the launch, and was competent to manage her under all circumstances. The sun shone warmly, and there was a gentle breeze from the" .Narrows" as they glided merrily down the river, Bertie and his fair guest seated close together under the awning near the engine, while Willie sat in the stern and steered. "Isn't it lovely on th e water to-day?" said Beryl, her creamy cheeks aglow with the excitement of the occasion. "Yes, it's all to the good," replied Bertie. "Aren't }rou lucky to be able to borrow a pretty boat like this?" "I'll have to plead guilty, Beryl-I was born so." "It's nice to be born lucky." "Well, rather. I was just thinking how lucky I am to be honored with tl1e presence of such a charming young lady as Beryl Foster." "You ridiculous boy she cried, flashing a bright glancP at him. "Say," chipped in Willie suddenlf, "there was a philan thropist, or something of that kind, collecting in our street for the Drunkard s Home yesterday. "Did he get much?" asked Bertie. "I couldn't say, we didn't cough up anything. I hearcl Mrs. McGmck next door, however, tell him that if he came round after dark he could take her husband." "Oh, Bertie!" screamed Beryl, "that is one of Willie's jokes." Bertie grinned. "Are you often taken this way, Willie?". But Beryl 's brother seemed to have become suddenly terested in the fishes. "How beautifully calm the bay is this afternoon!" cried Beryl, rapturously, as they passed beyond the Battery. "Yes," chuckled Bertie, "just the place to float bonds." "Ho, ho, ho!" snickered Willie, "that isn't so bad, but I'll bet Beryl doesn t see the point. You must excuse her, Bertie, she's awfully dense." "Now, Willie Foster, aren't you complimentary to your sister!" "I'll bet Willie, your sister doesn't believe more than half you tell her." "I know it," grinned the lad. "That's why I tell her twice as much as I should." "Isn't he mean?" pouted Beryl. "Well, what do you think of that, after I have just pre sented her with an elegant department-store copy of The Arabian Nights!" cried Willie, with pretended indignation. "Oh, Bertie! Have you ever read the story of the Fortv Thieves?" cried Beryl, enthusiastically. "It's just lovely!" "No," he replied, shaking his head solemnly; "but I have been keeping up with the insurance investigations in New York." "Now will you be good, Beryl!" laughed her brothPr. mischievously. They were now drawing near Robbins Reef Lighthouse. A small catboat was sailing slowly along ahead. "Just look at those boys!" cried Beryl, suddenly. "I do believe they're fighting." Bertie and Willie glanced at the sailboat and saw hrn lads engaged in a scrap. Even as they looked, one of the fighters ducked, grabbed his opponent by the legs, and deliberately pitched him into the bay. Then the boat sailed on, leaving the unfortunate to his fate. CHAPTER XV. THE GRATEFUL MASTER BOUNCE. Beryl gave a little scream as she saw the boy go over board, while both Bertie and Willie started to their feet in some excitement. "Great Scott!" exclaimed Bertie, "does that young ras cal mean to drown his companion?" li e ::.ti Sef tht wa boi do of thi clo pul aft, ,, ( tim to i chu ash ip. j YOU 'sta \Yil frie for uns1 out, mis i "

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A BARREL OF MONEY. 25 ''He isn't paying any attention to him, and I dont believe the boy can swim. He simp ly threw up his hand,;, wildly and went under." "We've got to pick him up, that's clear," replied Bertie, resolutely. "I'll guide the boat while you reach for him." "All right, answered Willie, walking forward. The boy who had gone overboard soon came to the sur face, an ip. favor of the latter?" asked Bertie, curiously. "Never you mind that," replied Oliver, sulkily. "I wish You'd follow that boat and see where the feller land s on Staten Island, and then put me on shore." "What are you going to dcr? Have him pinched?" asked \Yillie. "He deserves it." "Don't you worry," growled Oliver, giving him an un friendly look. "You don t seem to be very grateful for what we've done for you," said Willie, with an air of disgust at Bonnee's unsociable deportment. "You'd have committed murder if you hadn't pulled me out," he answered, ungraciously. "Maybe so; but it strikes me you wouldn t have been missed," said Willie, coolly. "What do you mean by that?" replied Oliver, angrily. "Can' t you guess?" grinned Beryl's brother. "You go to grass!" retorted Oliver. \Yillie made no reply, but regarded him with conten_i.pt. "What are you lookin at?" snarled Oliver. "Think l"rn a guy, don't you, cause I'm soaked, eh? Why don't yo11 offer me a cigarette, like a decent chap?" "Sorry; but I don't indulge in the article." "Don't you?" sneered Bounce. "What a pity. I s'pose you belong to the Y. M. C. A.?" "I do, and I'm very proud to be a member." "Aw! You make me sick. Say, where are you goin anyway? Didn't I tell you to foller tha.t boat?" Bertie, who wished to have nothing to do with Oliver Bounce, had, in the meantime, returned to the engine, whi?h was in the center of the launch, and started her pro peller again. "You'll have to speak to the skipper of the launch-Bertie BalliJter." "Don't want nothin' to do with him," replied Oliver, mo-rosely. "But you know him!" "What if I do? He ain't nothin' much." "I guess the sooner we put you on shore the better," said with a frown. "You oller that boat and see where she goes. That's all I want of you." "You have a pleasant way of asking a favor," answered Willie, turning on his heel and going to where Bertie and his sister were seated "Say, Bertie, what do you suppose that chap wants us to do? Follow that boat till he sees where she la.nds." "Follow her! Why, we can go four feet to her one. We shall pass her within a hundred yards in a very few min utes. You see, the fellow aboard of her is watching us and keeping away as well as he can with the light wind." "You say this chap's name is Bounce?" "Yes, Otiver Bounce." "He e x pects tha t sailboat to haul in somewhere along Staten Island, so we'll jus t land him at St. George, and let him s hadow his riend, the enemy, himself. He can easily lie in wait till the boat hauls in to the shore. What say yon, Bertie?" "I think that 'ill be the 'bes t way to get rid of him. His company is not at all agreeable. So just you steer for the ferry dock." Willie returned to his seat in the stem, and a moment later they went by the sailboat at a rapid clip and headed straight for St. George. Oliver Bounce got up and started to say something; but he thought better of it, and resumed his seatJ in an ugly mood. The launch glided up to a landing stage and sfopped. "You can go ashore, Oliver," said Bertie, calmly. "Oh, I can, eh? Puttin' on airs, ain't you, 'cause you're spendin' your dough on a boat, takin' your mash out sailin'," with a nasty grin. "S'pose I don't know who you've got with you, eh?" he added as he stepped on the landing stage. "The flower gal who used to hang around the corner of Nassau Street. I ain't forgotten what you did on her account. She's playin' you or a good thing, all right," and he laughed, jeeringly.

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------------------.26 A BARREL OF MONEY. Bertie had heaTd enough from him, and he bounded out on the deck, whereupon Oliver sprang up on the dock and I disappeared. Beryl had heard his insinuations and insulting words, and her face flushed a deep scarlet, while her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, well, let him go,'' muttered Bertie "It's Sunday, but if I had laicl my hands on him I'd have made him see stars." "He's a disagreable beast," remarked Willie, as Bertie returned to the launch and they headed off into the bay. "Oh, Bertie!" said Beryl. "You don't think I'm-" "Don't worry, Beryl. OliYer Bounce says lots more than his prayers. You ought to know what I think of you. There isn't a gii'l in the world I care more for than you. I've macle up my mim1 to have you all to myself one of these days," he aclcled, boldly, with a look that showed h e meant every worcl, "ancl I hope you won't turn me down." "Oh, Bertie!' she answered with a happy blush. 'Vhat else he said to her concern s only themselves, but he said a great deal more than he had any idea of saying when he started on the trip. At any rate, the ill nature of Oliver Boun c e bore plea s sant fruit, so that in the end Bertie was rathe r plea s ed th a n otherwise that Bounce had been a pa sse n ge r He landed his fair companion and lrnr brother in Ho boken about five o clock, returned the launch to her moor ings and went home. CHAPTER XVI. BERTIE'8 GENEROUS OFFER. Monday morning Mr. Morse had a vis itor. He was clos eted s ome time with the bank e r, and whe n he finally took his leave Bertie was su m mon e d i ns id e and given a note to take to the banker s ho1pe. Mrs. Morse received the 11ote, whic h was to her, and its contents e vidently ga v e h e r gTeat distress. She told Bertie he would have to wait a; litt le wllil e and then she left the room. He waited for perhaps twent y minu tes whe n s h e re turned, bringing a package with her. There were tears in her eyes, and sh e was v e ry mu c h affected. Bertie wondered what the trouble was, but, of course, he couldn't guess. He returned to the office and handed the packag e to l\1r. Morse, who laid it on his desk, with a sigh. The banker went into Mr. Williams' den soon aft .Jr, and they did some figuring together Bertie h a ving occasion to pass by the cas hier 's des k h eard his employer say: ''I'm afra id I'll n eve r b e abl e to ra i8e ib e an1o unt \i' il liams ) even by mortg aging m y hou se. I mu s t have the mon e y by three o 'clock or--" 'rhat was all Bertie h e ard, but it was enou g h to inform him that his emplqyer was in a s eriou s finan c ial s trait. Soon after Bertie returned to hi s chair in the reception room, Mr. Morse re entered his private room, lookin g as i f he had aged ten years since morning B e rtie had been doing some thinking during the last ten minutes, with the result that he left his chair and knocked at the banker's door. "Come in,'' said Mr. Morse. Bertie entered, and, somewha t to the banker's surprise, deliberately s e ated himself in the chair beside his de.
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A OF MOXEY. Mr. Morse stared at hi s m esse n ge r without speaking. "A ::;cramble soo n took place in the Exchange, for the stock, and it went up kiting. I helcl on as lon g a::; I darcJ., and finall y sold out at 86 3 -8. I made $85,000 Altogether with my capital I now had an cren $100,000. While you were ill I ma
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A BARREL OF MONEY. i At the end of the third act there was a commotion in when Stewart Sheldon walked into the Morse bank and the box, and Buncomb was carried out of the theatre, in capitulated sensible. He was referred to Bertie, and it was a bitter pill the 1 In one hour he was a dead man, and every paper in the proud man had to swallow when the boy dictated the terms city and vicinity had an extended account of his death next on which he would let Sheldon and his associates off. morning. It meant the loss of three-quarters of his fortune, and When Bertie went to the office in the morning he held the ruin of many he had induced to go into the deal. back his order to the bank until he had an interview with But there was no help for it, for Bertie was master of the Mr. Morse. situation. The consultation decided Bertie's course. He held 25,000 shares himself, and cleaned up a round He Cid not give the order. million as his share of the deal. The ex-governor's death complicated matters on the ExThree months later Stewart Sheldon was fonnd dead change. in his room. The raid on the asphalt stock was not entirely success-Suicide was hinted at, but denied by the family. ful. Before the year was out, Bertie, through his mother, It dropped several points, it is true, but not enough to be purchased the old Sheldon Fifth A venue home, the very of any special advantage to the pool, who were out for big mansion Edith Ballister ten years before had timidly ap money, and nothing less. proached that misty October night to ask for the aid that The brokers !)ngaged by the combine, however, banged was denied her. away at the stock, and it gradually receded, but would pick And now she was again its mistress, and the man, brother up again at the last moment and a}most recover lost ground. though he was, who had thrust her forth into the cold The shuttle-cock game continued for ten days, and every streets with her little white-faced boy to beg or starve for evening Bertie was to be found around the headquarters of all he cared, was under six feet of cemetery sod. the old leader of the organization who was fighting to reOn Christmas Eve the Ballister home was ablaze with gain control of the machine. light, the awning extended to the s idewalk where fashiouFinally he succeeded in subsidizing the gentleman's pri-able carriages discharged, their loads of wealth and beauty, vate secretary, who promised him advance information if and the soft strains of Mendel ssoh n's Wedding March the old leader got the control he coveted. floated dreamingly out to the ears of the passerby. This information reached Bertie at the bank on the mornOn this night Bertie Balli s ter stood with lovely Beryl ing of the eleventh day. Foster, once the flower girl of Nassau and Wall streets, He and Mr. Morse went into immedia.te consulta.tion, under a magnificent wedding-bell, and in the presence of a and in fifteen minutes there was something doing on .the brilliant assemblage of old-time Sheldon friends, they were Exchange. made man and wife. Bertie brought all his funds to the banker and a big order Mr. Morse gave the bride away, and Broker Wardsworth to buy asphalt stock was put into the hands of a broker. was Bertie's best man. The fight against the pool had begun. Bertie was wonderfully happy, as he looked into the face "Uncle" Joe Greene was taken in, and so was Broker of the fair girl at his side after the minister had pro Wardsworth, and a multi-millionaire operator friendly to no1mced the benediction, and imprinted on her ripe, girli s h Mr. Morse. lips the first kiss of wedded love. This combination was enginee:i;ed by Bei::tie, just as the Why should not he be happy? bear clique was bossed by Stewart Sheldon. That day he had been admitted a full partner in the Was it fate that a Ballister was opposed to a Sheldon? Morse banking and brokerage bus iness, but more than all At any rate, Bertie was out for blood, and hi s uncle 's he had realized the great aim of his young life-he had scalp. made A BARREL OF MoNEY. It was a battle of giants, while it lasted. Millions were involved, in which the little $125,000 seemed insignificant, but he was directing the fight, just the same. Y\T e ll, the bill to do up the asphalt company was :finally killed by the new boss of the party, and when the news came out in the public prints, Bertie's crowd had the situ ation in their hands. Asphalt stock went soaring Bertie, as the head of his combination, cornered the shares, and the Sheldon crowd woke up to tlie fact that they couldn't deliver the goods when Be,1.tie called for a settlement. It was a red-letter day for the Ballister side of the house THE END. Read "ALL TO THE GOOD; OR, FROM CALL BOY TO MANAGER," which will be the next number (21) of "Fa.me and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE. All back number s of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRA.NK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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Everything! s COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! These Books Tell You Each book consists of sixt:\'four pages. printed on good paper. in c lear type, and neatly bound in an attractive, lll u::trated cover. M<;>st of the books are al s o pro f n sl'l.I' 11lustra1 "d a111l n.11 o r thl' s11!Jjp i'[, treatee if you want to know anything about the subjec'8 m ent10ned THESE BOOKS_ ARE FOR 8ALE HY ALL OH WJLt,. BE SENT BY l\IAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROl\C TIIlS OFF'ICE ON IW T'Hl('E. 'l'W\ C'FJN'l'S l).\CJI, Olt A:-.:Y BOOKS FOR 'l'\\'EN'l'Y-J.'IYE C E:NTS. POST.A.GE S'fAl\1PS 'l' .AKEN 'l'IIIf Hand together with many wonderful experiments. :py A. Anderson: Illustrated. MECHANICAL, 0 No. 29. HOW '.1'0 AN IN boy how This book explains them a ll, g1v1i::g exam1Jles m electnc1ty, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumat,1cs, mechamcs, etc. The most instrnctiYe book published . No. 5?. HOW TO AN ENGINEER.-Containing full mstruct10ns how to proceed ID order to become a locomotive en gineer; also directions for building a mod e l locomotive together with a full description of an en gi ne e r should know. No 57. HOW TO l\IAKE l\IUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full directions how to maki: a B_anjo, Violin, Zither, .lElolian Hiirp, Xylo phone and other musi cal rns truments; together with a bl'ief de scription of nearly every musical instrument u se d in ancient or modern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. for twenty years bandmaster of t'he Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO l\IAKE A l\IAGIC LANTEirn.-Containing a description of the lantern, together with its history and invention Also full directions for its and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Containing complete instructions for performing over sixty l\lechanical Tricks. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use them,1.,.,.giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO wRITE LETTERS TO LADIES.-Giving complete instruc tions for letters to ladies on all ii.!fbjects; also letters of introduction, notes and r e qu es ts. No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LET'TERS TO GENTLEMEN.Containing full direct ions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving samp le letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LE'CTERS.-A wonderful littl e book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any hody you wish to write to. Every young man and every young lady in the land sbould hav!' this book. No. 74. HOW '1'0 WRITE LE'rTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject; also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters.

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THE STAGE, No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YO.RK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amate\lr min11trels is complete without this wonderful little book. No. 42. THE BOYS OF NlD\V YORK STUMP SPEAKER Contai!ling a varied of speeches, Negro; Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK l\IINSTREL GTTIDE AND JOKI!] BOOK.-Sometl;ling new and very instructive. Every boy. should obtain this as it contains full instructions for orgamzmg an amatenr m111strel troupe. No. 65. ;\l CLDOON'S J OKES.-This is one of the most original Joke ever puhhshed, and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contarns a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence l\luldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Bvery boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a immediately. No. 79. H<;)\V TO BECO:\fE AN ACTOR-Containing com plete instructwns how to make up for various characters on the s,tage.; with the duties of tbe Stage Manager, Prompter, l:)cemc Artist.and Property Man. By a p1ominent Stage Manager. N? 80 GUS WILLIAi\lS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat est Jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular comedi&n. Sixty-four pages; handsome colored cover contammg a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. Nq, 16. H!JW TO KEEP A. WIND.OW GARDEN.-Coritaining full mstruct10ns fo1 constructmg a wmdow garden either iu town or country, and the most approved for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub lish e d. No. 30. HOW 'l'O COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever published It contains ncipPs for cooking meats fish, game. and oysters; also piPs, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand Nllection of r ecipes by one of our most popular cook s No. 37. HOW 'J'O KEEP IIOT'SE.-lt contains information for everybody, boys, gil'ls, men anrl women; it will teach you how to make anything arounrl the m1d1 as parlor ornaments, brackets, cemenls, Aeolian .harps, and bird lime for catching ELECTRICAL. No. 46. IlOW TO l\IAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A de scription of the wonderful uses of e lectricity and electro magnetism; together with foll instrnctions for ma\1ing Electric Toys, Batteries etc. By George Trebel, A. 1\1., M. D. Containing oyer fifty il lustration3. No. G-!. HOW 'J'O l\IAKE ELECTRICAL taining fu II Jirections for making e l ect rim! machines, induction coils, dynamos. and many novrl toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A. R. Bennett. Fnlly" illnstratrrl. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containin g a large collection of lnstrnctive and hi g h ly a111using electrical tricks together with illustrations. By A. Audernon. No: 31. HOW TO A SPEA.{{ER.-Containing four teen tllustratlons. giving the different positions requisite to become a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems from aH the popular '.luthors of prose and poetry, arranged in the most simple and conc1s3 manner possible. No. 49. HOW TO DFJBATJll.-Giving rules for conducting de bates, outltnes for. debater, for discussion, and the best sources for procurmg infotmation on the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIR1'.-'fhe arts and wiles of flirtation are fully P.xpluined by this little book. Besides the various method s of haLdkerchief, fan. glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con tains a foll list of the language and sentiment of flowers, which ia ii;i.teresting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happy without one. No. 4. IIOW '.1.'0 DANCE is the title of a new and handsome little book just issued by Frank 'l'ousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at partie s, how to drrss, and full directions for calling off in all popular square dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVEJ.-A complete guide to love courtship and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. 17. HOW TO DRESS.-Containing full instruction in the art of dress ing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving the sele[:lions of colors, material, and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW 'l'O BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the brightest and most valuable little books ever given to the world. Everybody wish e s to know how to become beautiful, both male and fcma l e The SP<'ret is simple, and a lmost costless. Read this book and be convinced how to become beautiful. B!RDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-HandsomeJy illustrated and containing full instructions for the management and training of the canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. 'o. 3\J. BOW TO RAISIJJ DOGS, POCLTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A u seful and instructive book. Handsomely illus trated By Ira Drofi:aw. No. 40. lcIO\v TO i\fAKFJ AND SET TRAPS.-Including hints on hO\y to catch mol es weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington Kee ne. J:{o. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mounting and preserving birds, animals and ins ects No. M HOW '1' 0 KEIJJP AI'{D MANAGE PETS.-Giving com plete information as to the mannet: method of raising, ke ep ing, taming, brec(ling, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book oE the kind ever publishea. ._, MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECOi(E A SUrENTIST.-A useful and instrudi ve book, giving a compl ete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in acoostics, mechanics, muthematics, chemistry, and di-E NTERTAl NM ENT. rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloobs. This No. 9 HOW TO BEC::O:\IE A Harrv book cannot be equaled. Kenned.v. The secret given away. Every intelligent boy reading No. 14. HO\v 'l'O MAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of instructions. by a practical professor (delighting multimali:ini; .all kinds of candl ... etc. tudes every night with his imitations), can master the 1'.o. 64. HOW 'l'O B.lliCOMEl AN AUTu,OR.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and fri e nds. It is the in.formation regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the greatest book f'Ver publishril. and there's millions (of fnn) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manu_ cript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO E:\'TERTATN AN E\'E:\'ING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatne s, legibility and general com very valuable little hook just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, spoi:<"s, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECO;\fE YOUR OWN DOCTOR-A won money than anv hook puhlished. derful book containilJg useful and practical information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY OA;\IFJS.-A complete and u sefu l little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to every book; containing the rules and of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general combal'kgammon croqn<'t. dominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO SOLYID COXt'XDH{';lr8.-Containing all No. 155. HOW TO COlJLElCl' STAMPS AND COINS.Conthe leading conunilrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranging and witty of stamps and coins. Handsomely rnustrated. No. 52. IIOW 1'0 PLAY ll<\RDS.-A complete and handy little No. 58. HOW '1'0 BE A DE'l'EJCTIVEJ.-By Old KiIJg Brady, book, giving the rules and h rections for Euchre, Cribthe world-known detectjve. In which he lays down some valuable bage, Casrno, Fort:vFive, n...._ ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw PokP1', and sensible rules (or. beginners, and also relates some adventures Auction Pitch. All and many other popular games of cards. and experiences of. well -known detectives No. 66. HOW TO DO PTTZZlrES.-Containint; oYer three bun-No. 60. HOW '.1'0 BEOOllfE A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Containdred interesting puzzlPs and conundrums. with key to same. A ing useful information regarding the Oamera and bow to work it; complete book. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. I also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides and other ETIQUETTE. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De w. No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It No. fl2. HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY is a great lif e secret, and one that every young man desires to know CADE'l'.-l'ontainint; full expianations how to gain admittance, all about. 'l'hPre's hap1iinP ss in it. con rsP of 8tuny, Ex.aminations, I)uties, Staff of Officers, Post No. 33. HO'V 'TO BEIIA YE.-Containing the rules and etiquette Guard, Poli ce flngnlations. Fire Department, and all a boy should of good society and the easiest and approv<>d methods of ap-know to h e a Caclet Ccropiled and written by Lu Senarens, author pearing to good advantage at parties. balls, the theatre, church, and of "Tlow to RPcome a Nava\ Cadet." in the drawing-room. No. 63. HOW 'J.'0 BECOME A NAVAL CADET.-ComJ?lete instrnctions of how to gain admission to the Annapolis Naval DECLAMATION. No. 27. HOW TO RECITE AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS. -Containing the most popular sek,.tions in comprising Dutch dialect, French dialect, Yankee and Irish dialect pieces, together Academy. Also ('ontaini'ng the course of instruction, description of grounds and buildings. historkal sket('h. and evervthing a boy should know to become an officer in the United States "Na.vy. Com piled and writtcn by :r,n Sena.rens, author of "How to Become e West Point Military Cadet. n with many standard readings. PRICE 10 CENTS 'l'OUSEY. OR 3 FOR 25 CENTS. Address FUANK Publisher. 24 Union Squa1e. New York.

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SECRET SERVICE OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES. PRICE 5 CTS. 32 PAGES. COLORED COVEBS. ISSUED WEEKLY LA'.l'ES'.r ISSUES: 304. The Bradys and "Pullman Pete" ; or, The Mystery of the Chicago l::ipe cial. 305 Tlle llradys and the Wall Street Prince, or. '!.' he Boy Who Broke the Brokers. 306 The Bradys and the "Belle of Bo lton"' ; or, The Search for the Lost "l>'risco Liner. 307 The Bradys and the Bingo Boys ; or, The '!.'rail that r .ed to Hang town. 308 The llradys and the Broker's Club; or, Solving a Wall Street Mys t e ry. 30U The llradys and "Bad Buzzard" ; or, The Fight for the Five F'ork s Mine. 338 The Bradys' Diamond Syndicate; or, The Case of the "Marquis" of Wall Street. 339 The Bradys and the Seven Masks ; or, Strange Doings at the Doctors' Club. 340 The Bradys and the President' s Sp e cial ; or, 'I'he Plot of the 1-2-3. 341 The Bradys and the Russian Duke; or, The Case of the Woman From Wall Street. 342 343 344 The Bradys and the Money Makers ; or, After the "Queen of the Queer." The Bradys and the Butte Boys ; or, The Trail of the Ten "Terrora." The Bradys and the Wall Street "Widow" ; or, The Flurry in I!'. F V. 310 The Bradys and J\Iys tery. the Chinese Prince; or, The Latest Mott Street 345 The Bradys Chinese l\Iystery ; or, Calle d by the "King" of Mott 311 The Bradys and of Arizona."' the Man F'rom Tombstone; or, After the "King 312 The Bradys and Hop Toy; or, Working for the Mayor of China town. 313 The Bradys and the Copper King ; or, The Mystery of the Mon-tague Mine. 314 The Bradys and "Bullion Bill" ; or, The Mystery of Mill No. 13. 315 The Bradys in Joliet; or, The Strange Case of J eweler James. 316 The Bradys and "Roaring Rube" ; or, Rounding up the "Terror" of Ten Mile Cre ek. Street. 346 The Bradys and "Brazos Bill" ; or, Hot Work on the Texas Bor der. 347 The Bradys and Broker Black; or, Trapping the Tappers of Wall Street. 348 The Bradys at Big Boom City ; or, Out for the Oregon Land Thieves. 349 The Bradys and Corporal Tim ; or, The Mystery of the Fort. 350 The Bradys' Banner Raid; or, The White Boys of Whirlwlna Camp. 351 The Bradys and the Safe Blowers ; or, Chasing the King of the of Broad Street; or, The Case of the 352 at Gold Lake; or, Solving a Klondike Mystery. 353 The Bradys and "Dr. Doo-Da-Day" ; or, The Man Who was Lost on Mott Street. 317 The Bradys and the Boss "King of the Curb." 818 The Bradys D esert Trail ; or, Lost on the Deadman's Run. 319 The Bradys and the Opium Syndicate ; or, After the "Marquis" of Mott Street. 320 The Bradys and "General Jinks" ; or, After the Cara C:rooks of the "Katy F'lyer." 321 The Bradys and the Man With the Barrel ; or, Working for the Prince of Wall Street. 322 The Bradys and "Bedrock Bill"; or, The D eadme n from Dead wood 323 The Bradys and the "King" of Chicago ; or, The Man Who Cor nered Corn. 324 The and Admiral Brown; or, Working for the United States Navy. 325 The Bradys and "Madanle Millions" ; or, The Case of the Wall Street Queen. 326 The Bradys and the "Prince" of Pekin ; or, Called on a Chinese Clew. 327 The Bradys F'acing Death ; or, Trappe d by a Clever Woman. 328 'l'he Bradys' Rio Grande Raid; or, Hot Work at Badman's Bend. 329 The Bradys' Madhouse Mystery ; or, The Searc h for Madame Montford. 354 The Bradys' Tombstone "Terror" ; or, After the Arizona Mine Wreckers. 355 The Bradys and the Witch Doctor; or, Mysterious Work in New Orleans. 356 The and Alderman Brown ; or, After the Grafters of Greenville. 357 The Bradys In "Little Pekin"; or The Case of the Chinese Gold King. 358 TJJ,e Bradys and the Boston Special ; or The Man Who was Miss-mg from Wall Street. 359 The Bradys ane Bradys' Lightning Raid ; or, Chased Through the Hole In the Wail. 337 The Bradys and the Hip Sing Ling; or, After the Chinese Free Masone. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt ot price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY. Publisher, 24 U n iol) Square, 1"ew York. IF YOU WANT.ANY BACK NUMBERS or ou r Libraries and cannot procure th e!Il from t h ey can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill t n t h e following Order Blank and send 1t to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by ,.. turn m a il. POS'L'AGE STAMPS 'rAKEN '.l'H.E SAME AS M ONEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FRANK TOUSEY, Publi s her, 24 Union Square, New York. ......................... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cent s for which plea s e send me: .... copies of WORK AND WIN . Nos ....................... ...................................... " " " '" FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ................. ............................ 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By A SELF-MApE MAN ' t "':I 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A New One Issued Every Friday This Weekl y contain s interestin g stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidenis in the lives of our most successful sel f-ma d e men, and show how a boy of pluck perseverance and brains can be come famous and wealthy. Every on e of thi s series contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune weekly" a magazine fo r t h e home, although each number is replete w ith exciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the ill ustrati o n s are by expert a rtists, and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 3 A Corner i n Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 11 A Lucy Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy 4 A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 12 A Di amond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Dow_ned. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered Hts Nest view. 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleveres t Boy in Wall Street. 7 Winning H i s Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader i n Wall River. Street. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers Of wall Street. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address o n receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money o r postage stamp s, by F.BANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our L ibraries and cannot procure them from n e wsde al e r s they can b e obtaine:J. from this office direct. Cut out a n d fill in the following Order Blank and send it ro u s with tl w p r ice of the books yo u want and we will send them t o you b y return mail. POS'l'AGE l'iTAlUPS 'l'Al\.EN THE SAlUE AS MO.NEY . .............. .. .... .................... . ... . FRANK TOUSEY, Publi s h e r, 2Union Square, New York. ...................... ... 19 0 DEAR Sm-Enc losed find ...... cents for which please send me: . . copies of iVORIC AND iVIN No s ........................................ ... ...................... " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ................................................... 7- " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '7 6, Nos. . . ............. ........... .......... .......... " PJ,UCIC AND J,UCIC. Nos ...... . ........................................ ......... " SECRET SER. VICE. NOS .............. ....................... . ....... . ........ : .... " FRANK MANLEY'S WEEKLY. Nos .............. ......... . ........ ................. " F.Al\lE AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, No s ................................ . .... ............ THE YOUNG .ATHLETE'S WEEKT'-'Y, Nos .......... ..... ... ..... . ..... . .... ..... " T en-Cent Hand Books, Nos .................. : ........... .............................. . Name . ......... ....... ..... . Street an d No .................... Town ......... State ...... .....


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