On the square, or, The success of an honest boy

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On the square, or, The success of an honest boy

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On the square, or, The success of an honest boy
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srories of who Mak'l Money. ----Silas Cobb; cane upraised, followed in full chase. The boat had already started out of the slip, but Bob, measuring the intervening space with his eye, took a 1!.ying leap and landed safely with both feet on the dock ..

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.I ... Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY. Iuved Weekl11-B11 Subscription IZ.60 per year. Entered according to .Act of Congress, in the year 1IJOIJ, in the ojfl,ce of the Librarian of Congre8', Waihington, D. C., b11 Frank Touse11, Publilher, Z4 Union Square, New York. No. 51. NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 21, 1906. Price 5 Centa. O N THE SQUARE :OB, THE Si.JCCESS OF AN HONEST By A S E LF-rtAD E rtA N CHAPTER I. BOB KEANE'S AMBITION. "I wish I had two hundred dollars," said Bob Keane, wistfully, as he and hi s cousin, Morri s Cobb, stood look ing at the following announcement posted up side by side with various vendue notices on the bulletin board in the Newtown postoffice : FOR SALE.-On account of the death of William Hazen, all the good will and fixtures (consisting of one two-year-old sorrel horse, known as Jim Dandy; one set of harness in fair condition, and one four-wheeled wagon in good order) of the Hazen Express Route. Price, $200 Th e same may be seen at any time by calling on MRS. WILLIAM HAZEN, Bloomfield. "The reason Hazen didn't make a success out of the route was because he preferred to put in most of his time at the barroom down at the tavern instead of attending to business. He neglected his customers, and put them to all kinds of inconvenience, so that they often had to go clear to Bloomfield themselves to get their stuff. I wouldn't do business that way if I owned the route. I don't think Uncle Silas would stop me from earning a little money on my own hook. I need it bad enough. He hasn't any claim on my time, anyway "My father is your guardian, isn't he?" said M o rris. "Suppose he is. He doesn't treat me any to o well. Lo-0k at my clothes. ls this a decent suit for a b o y wort h $10,000 to be obliged to go around town in?" "You've got a better one. Why don't you wear that?" "I've got a Sunday suit, yes. And your mother wouldn't get over the shock for a month if she saw that on me any weekday except it was a legal holiday. She'd simply make Rome howl, and Uncle Silas would back her up, too. "What do you want two hundred dollars for?" asked I tell you, Morris, I'm tired of the way things are and I'm Morris, r egarding his companion i'n some surprise. going to make a change if I ean." "I'd buy out H azen's Express Route," replied Bob, "What do you mean to do? Run away?" promptly. "No. I'm going to find some way of making money, so "Ho!" exclaimed Morris Cobb, contemptuously "What I can clothe myself decently. The probate court allowed would you do with Hazen's Express Route?" uncle five dollars a week for my support, but I guess he "J'd run it and make money." I doesn't spend half that sum on me. He's too close to "I guess you're crazy. I've heard Hazen couldn't make spend more on me than he can help. I heard a man I I the thing pan out, so how could you expect to do any-say the day that your father was so mean that he'd thing with it, even if my father would let you take hold boil a wooden skewer to get the grease out of it. of it, which he wouldn't, I know." "Who said that?" asked Morris, angrily.

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2 ON THE SQUARE. "I'm not m entioning any names, but the man said it how to secure the doubtful privileges and extra po cke t all right." money he craved. "He deserves to be arrested for making such a remark Silas Cobb, the uncle and guardian of the one anu as that," said Morris, indignantly. "You ought to tell I father of the other, was a man of economical principle s, father who it was." to put it in a mild way. "And start a whole lot of trouble," retorted Bob. "The The villagers said he was mean and penurious-in fact, man didn't say it to me, so it's not my bu s iness to carry he was hated and despised by his neighbors and acquain-the news home." tances. "Well, supposing you did start into the express busi ness, it wouldn't do you any good. If you made any money father would take it away from you." "Why would he?" demanded Bob, s 11ortly. "Because he has a legal right to take charge of all that belongs to you and keep it till you come of age." "Well, if I make any money by my own efforts you can bet he won't get hold of a cent of it." "How are you going to help yourself?" "That's my business. I've \YOrked like a slave for Uncle Silas for a good many years-ever since father died, eight years ago-and what have I got for it, and for the fhe dollars a week he gets for my keep? I 've got nothing but the short end of everything. Well, I'm sick of it. I'm sixteen now, and I'm going to stancl out for a square deal. I'n1 willing to do the right thing by Uncle Silas if he'll do the same by me. I'd have no objection to letting him keep any money I'd make if he'd guarantee to clothe me right, feed me properly, aucl not interfere \rith my bu s i ness arrangements. But l'm afraid it isnt in him to clo that . I've lived eight year s iri your family, anu I've got your father down pretty fine. l'm sorry to say, Morri s, that I couldn't take his word to treat me the way I want to be treated, because I'm dead sure he wouldn"t do it. Your father is too old to change hi s ways now. \Yhat's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh. Your father can't change hi s disposition no more than a leopard can his spots. So that's all there is to Bob Keane thrust his hands down deep into the pockets of his shabby trousers and strocle out of the general store and postoffice. His cousin Morris followed him as far a s the door, and while Bob continued on up the street he took possess ion of one of the chairs on the broad veranda, where the vil lage loun ge rs congregated at times, and, drawing a pack of cigarettes fr01i1 his pocket, selected one, lit it and pro ceeded to enjoy himself after the lazy fashion that was habitual with him. He hadn't a friend in Newtown; but that fact didn't seem to worry him for a cent, for he went right on attending to his business of auctioneer and real estate dea1er ju t a& if he was the most popular man in the town. When Edward Keane, Bob's father, died suddenly eight years before, l eaving property worth, after his debts had been paid, $10,000, and a motherless boy, the probate court favorably considered the application of Silas Cobb, his brother-in-law, to be made the orphan's guardian. Silas obtained contro l of both the property and the boy, got an allowance of $5 a week for the lad's support, and then proceeded to squeeze as much profit out of the trans action as it was l'ossible for him to do. As long as Bob's real aunt lived she sa w to i t that h er nephew was well treated ; but she died a year after B b b eca me an inmate of Mr. Cobb's home, and a year late r Sila s married an old maid, worth a little money, "and almost as parsimonious as Silas Cobb himsel, and the e forward Bob found his path hard and thorny, and e \7e n j\iorris, the old man s son, found a big differen ce in things in general, against which he p11t up many a s trem101 w but not always effectual, kick. Although Bob Keane ]1ad nothing particuhn on his hand s that morning, h e did not s troll up the steet in t h e easy, careless fashion that mo s t boy s would have a ssume d under the circumstances. On the contrary, he walked smartly along t e treeshaded Main street, with hi s head erect and his eyes bent sti;aight b e fore him. Everybody in K ewtown kn e w Bob, and not one but lik e
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ON THE SQUARE. 3 which he was now only the custodian, under t:\le stringen t iegulations of the court, would refert to him with out question Of course what people think i s not always the truthcertainly there was no that Bob's uncle wished him out of the way; but there is no doubt he believed that the $10,000 in question would be much better in his hands for an indefinite period than in Bob's, even after he had reached the legal age of twenty-one. Silas had utilized Bob's services on his ten-acre farm until the boy got tired of being made a slave of and rebelled Mr Cobb was afraid to use force to compel the boy to continue, because someone had told him that Bob cou l d get a law yer to go before the probate court and make a complaint of the way he was treated, and that if l1e could prove one-half of what the people believed he was up against, the court would remove his present guardian and appoint a new one. That contingency frightened Silas, for it would mean of the profits he rnanagecl to get out of the $10, 000; consequently he let Bob have his own way. When the boy threatened to go out and try to make some money on his o\vn hook as he did a day or two be .fore the opening of our story, Mr. Cobb offered no objec tion, for he knew that. if Bob managed to accumulate any funds or other property the law gave him the right to take possession of it in trust for his ward, provided, of course, that he could get hi s hands on it. As Bob walked up the street his mind was full of vis ion s of what h e thought he would be able to accomplish if he could buy out Haz e l's Express Route If Silas Cobb had been a decent kind of man the lad would have gone hom e as fast as his legs could have car ried him, and made a proposition to his guardian to purclrnse the said express route in his interest and let him run it, in which case he would not have objectec1 to his un c le taking the profits and storing them up for b im. But Mr. Cobb wasn't that sort of man It would have been easier to have squeezed a quart of cider out of the foundation stones of his shabby-looking cottage than to get $200 out of Silas for any purpose what ever--except maybe to pay Bob 's funeral expenses. Under s uch discouraging circumstances, Bob had no hopes of ever coming into the express business unless he could persuade Mrs. Haz en to let him have the good will and outfit on credit, and he hadn't yet thought of ap proaching her on such a doubtful mission. What is furthest from expectation is sometimes nearest of realization, and so it was with the express business, but Bob didn't know it. which runs between Highland, on the Huds on River oppo site Poughkeepsie, and New Paltz, on the Walkyll Valley Railroad. Many of the villagers and farmers in the neighborhooil. added to their income by taking boarders in the summer. As our story opens in the early part of June, there were already a number of city people at the different houses. Among these was a wealthy New York merchant named William Fairchild and his daughter, Fanny, a charming little miss of fourteen. They were stopping at the home of a well-to-do farmer who. l ived about a mile outside of Newtown. Fanny Fairchi ld, being an only motherless daughter, was an especial pet of her who lavished on her everything that her heart wished for. Most young persons of her age unde r these aircu m stances would have been compl etely spoiled There was so little waywardness about Fanny, and her nature was so gentle and affectionate, that 'it never occurred to her to take advantage of her father's weakness. Sometimes, it is true, she was a little bit wilful, nnd would insist on having her own way; but these occasions were the exception, not the rule. Among other accomplishments Fanny was a fairly good young horsewoman. If there was one thing she enjoyed better than another it was to mount h e r pony, Dandy, and ride through the highw,1ys of Central Park. when she and her father came up t o Ulster County she wanted to bring Dandy with her, but h er father objected to this, as (twas his intention to go into the heart of the Catskills after a month's sojourn near Newtow n and he did not wish to encourage her horseback riding propensity in a section of the country where she might meet with a serious accident. \Vhen Fanny got settled at Farmer Jordan's s he was delighted to find that there was a beautiful, though rather high-spirited little mare on the farm, and she insisted on using her upon the road when she could persuade her father to accompany her as an escort, for she was not per mitted to go out alone. On the day that Bob Keane read the "FO!l' Sale" notice of Hazen's Express Route at the village postoffice, Fanny Fairchild and her father starte d out on a morning ride along the county road. Fanny, of course, was mounted on the little mare, which was feeling particularly festive on this occasion, while her father bestrode a brown gelding. They had gone perhaps a quarter of a mile from the farmhouse, in the direction of the village, when a big touring automobile came bowlin g along behind them. The chauffeur let off a weird and ear -piercing shriek as CHAPTER II. a warning to them that he expected undi spute!l ri g ht-of-A THRILLING RESCU,E. lway, for the machine was humming along at a thirty-mileNewtown was a good sized village in Ulster County, I an-hour clip New York State. The m are and the thoroughly startled It was situated perhaps a mile south of the trolley road by the outlandish toot, and was magnified h,Y.

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4 ON THE SQUARE. the rush the red machine as it whizzed by them like an J case of runaway. That girl stands a good chance of being arrow from a bow. killed at the bridge. I must try and stop that horse some Both animals rose on their haunches, and, while the how." horse backed up against the fence, the little mare, with a The boy's sharp eyes not only saw that the bridle reins snort of terror, dashed off down the road toward Newtown were useless, but that the girl's seat in the saddle was at a pace that would have made the famous Tam o'Shaninsecure, and it seemed every moment as though she ter look like thirty cents. would fall under the hoofs of the horse. Fanny was now placed in a situation of great peril, beTo stop a frightened animal coming at you like a small cause the bridle-reins had become unbuckled from the bit, whirlwind is not a very easy thing to do, and no one knew and she had no control whatever over the spirited and I that better than Bob. terror-stricken animal on which she was mounted. But the risk attending such a feat did not deter the She could only cling wildly to the side-saddle with both 1brave boy in the least. hands and let matters take their course. A human life was in peril, and the fact that the endan-Bob Keane passed alimg up Main street until he came to gered one was a young and lovely little girl, appealed to its junction with the county road, and then kept on a.long 1 all the chivalry in the lad 's nature. the road. The first thing he did was to tear off his jacket, spring He was going to call on a particular friend of his named into the middle of the road and wave it at the mare. Dan Griswold. I The animal saw the apparition before it and swerved Dan live t 1 on a farm with his parents, and helped to do a&ide. his share of the work. I For the moment her speed slackened by one-half, and The Griswolds had a good-sized strawberry patch, and Bob took instant advimtage of the circumstance to make a Dan was busy these days picking the fruit for market. 1 grab at the bridle with his right hand, at the same time A creek crossed the road at the beginning of the Gris' throwing his left arm around the mare's neck. wold boundary line, and afterward diverg ed through the : The animal sprang forward again and tried to shake property. I the boy off, dragging him with her c lear to the bridge. Bob and Dan often rowed up and down this narrow 'fhe wagon, which was approaching from the opposite stream, which emptied in a sma ll lake two mile s from the i direction, reached the bridge at the same time. road. j For a moment a collision between the parties seemed The county had built a substantial bridge over the crek inevitable. connecting both ends of the road. Bob, however, succeeded in swinging the mare into the The day previous, however, a heavy team, guided by an and stopping her at the very edge of the broken rail. intoxicated driver, had smashed into and broken down It \ras an exceedingly narrow escape for Fanny, whose one of the railings of the bridge, leaving it in a dangerous whitening face and staring eyes showed that she was on condition. the point of fainting. As the road turned kind of short at this point, a swiftly-As soon as Bob had arrested the animal's flight he turndriven team needed careful guidance to avoid being switch-ed and caught Fanny in his arms as s he was s liding out of ed off the planks into the creek-a drop of twenty feet. the saddle. Bob stopped to look at the damage the bridge had sus The man driving the wagon had reined in at the center tained. of the bridge. When he started on again he heard the rattle of wagon At that moment Mr. Fairchild himself came dashing wheels from the direction of the village. down the road at a high speed in pursuit of his little girl. A 1 moment after the sharp and rapid click of a horse's His heart had been in his throat the whole distance he hoofs on the hard road in front of him reached his ear. had traversed, for he realized the imminent peril his child "Somebody;s racing down the road at a mighty fas t was facing. clip," he muttered. "With a vehicle coming this way, if He was just in time to witness the final act in the little the two parties meet at the bridge, there is liable to be a drama-:the stoppage of the mare at the end of the broken serious mix-up, and with the railing broken I shouldn't bridge by Bob Keane. be surprised if one of them went over into the creek." Bob hurried forward with the intention of trying to CHAPTER III. warn the horseman, who was hidden by the bend in the BOB BORROWS TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. highway. I Mr. Fairchild sprang from his saddle and ran up to his He had hardly gone a dozen yards before Jordan's little daughter. white mare, with Fanny Fairchild clinging fear-stricken "Fanny, my darling," he cried in a voice o.f agony, as to the saddle, eame flying into sight, with bent head and he snatched her from Bob's arms. "Look at me. Tell me tossing mane. you are not hurt. Tell me--" "My gracious!" e:itclt6m2GLJ3ob, staring at the approach-Her father's voice revived the fainting girl, and she ing animal and its helpless young rider. "']his is a clear opened her eyes and tarew her. arms about his neck.

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ON THE SQUARE. 5 "No, father," she faintly, "I am not injured. j "My name is Fanny Fairchild. Now when shall we ex This boy saved me. I couldn't have held on a moment pect to see you?" longer. He is a brave--" I "I'll come over ill' a day or so." The reaction got in its fine work, and she fainted dead "Be sure that you do. I shall be on the lookout for /ou. away. Come to-morrow, in the afternoon, and take tea witli us, My poor child!" exclaimed Mr. Fairchild, in great diswon't you?" tress. "I'm afraid--" Bob looked doubtful, although he was anxious to say yes. "Don't be alarmed, sir," shipped in Bob, reassuringly. "You will come, won't you?" the little miss persisted, "She's only fainted. I'll get some water out of the creek with such a bewitching smile that the boy said yes and below. Better lay her on the grass." took the chance of his being able to keep the engagement. The merchant obeyed the boy's suggestion and laid "Now, young man," said Mr. Fairchild, "I hope you Fanny down on the soft turf by the side of the road, tak\will allow me to testify my grateful appreciation of your ing her head, with its mass of golden hair, on his knee. I services in a substantial I owe yo.u more than I Bob climbed down to the creek, filled the top of his could ever repay were I to give you my entire fortune. I soft-crowned hat with water, and returned to the road. I should like to present you with $500 now, simply as a He held it while Mr. Fairchild dashed some of the liquid little testimonial." in his child s face and chafed her hands and temples. I "No, sir. I cannot accept pay for what I did. You are These simple methods presently brought the girl back both welcome to my services, for I guess anyone would to her senses. I have acted as I did under the circumstances." "Father!" she murmured. "Where am I?" "I don't know about that, Master Keane. It isn't everyThen her eyes rested on Bob, and instantly memory re-body that has the nerve, or even the inclination, to risk asserted itself. personal peril to save another's life. Now as a favor you'll She held O'Ut her hand to him and s'miled faintly. accept this money, won't you?" and the merchant ten"I shall remember ypu as long as I live," she said. dcred Bob a roll of bills. "What is your name?" Fenton saw the roll of bills offered to Bob as he re" Bob Keane, Miss." mounted his wagon and drove off. "Young man, you have saved my daughter's life," spoke The boy sho0k his head. Then noticing that there was up "Mr. Fairchild, with considerable emotion. "I am very a big rent in his trowsers, he said: grateful to you." I "If you want get me a new suit of clothes I'll call it "Don't mention it, sir. I am glad I was able to stop square." hen horse. I knew the bridge was broken, and with that "I'll buy you a new suit with great pleasure; but you wagon coming this way, too, I was afraid--" mu$t take the money, too." "I understand," illterrupted the merchant, looking "I wouldn't know what to do with $500, sir. Besides, down into the creek below with a shudder. "If the mare 1 my Uncle Silas would take it away from He's my had gone off the bridge my daughter would surely have 1 guardian, and lays claim to all that belongs to me." been killed or drowned." I "You could take it to Bloomfield and put it in the "I the whole thing, sir," volunteered the wagoner. savings bank in your own name. A minor is permitted to "I mu s t say it.was the pluckiest act I ever saw in my life. keep a savings bank account/' said the merchant, evident But it' s like Bob Keane to do just such a thing. He is ly anxious to find some way to induce the boy to accept the smartest boy in the village." I the money. "Oh, come now, Fenton, no boquets, please," grinned : His mentioning the name of Bloomfield suddenly re-Bob. minded Bob of the Hazen Express Route, which he was so "I am sure I never can thank you enough, Master : anxious to embark in. Keane," said Mr. Fairchild, as Fanny sat up and smiled Here was the opportunity for him to get the necessary again at the good-looking boy, whose bravery had much sum to purchase the goodwill and ".fixtures" which had impressed her, as if she was not averse to cultivating his 1 been offered for sale by the widow of the late expressman. acquaintance. "I hope you will permit us to know you I He had. a objection to accepting any money for better. I and my daughter are stopping at Mr. Jordan's: saving pretty Fanny Fairchild from perhaps a fatal end farm, about half a mile from here. We shall be very glad ing to her ride; but he was nQt averse to borrowing $200 to have you call on us there as often as you can make it of the amount her father seemed so desirous of pressing convenient. You must join with me in this invitation, upon him in order to accomplish the desire of his heart. Fanny." "I'll tell you what I'll do, sir. I'll borrow $200 from "Yes, father. You will come, won't you?" she said you, if you will let me have it that way. I want to go into sweetly, turning to Bob. the business between Highland and Bloomfield. "Yes, miss, if you wish me to. Who shall I ask for?" I The man who worked the awhile ago and his he asked. l business is for sale." 1'{ 8D9fq" -

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6 ON THE SQUARE. __ -_:::=:. :: :-= :-=. = : -.. "But I don't want to lend you $200; I want to give you "The express route is as good as mine," he breathed, $500." happily; "that is, if somebody else hasn't purchased it Fanny, who had been watching Boo intently during the already, which isn't very likely, for that notice was only foregoing conversation, now interposed. put up this morning. Gee whiz! Uncle Silas wouldn t "Let him have his way, papa," she said, knowing that_ do a thing to this money if he could get hold of it. He's her father woul9. not accept the money back if Bob offered got fingers like pot-hooks-they hang on to everything to return .it at some subsequent day. "Loan him the they clutch. Well, he won't get his optics on this stuff, $500." you can bet your life." "I will only borrow $200," replied Bob, decidedly Bob stowed the four $50 bills in one pocket and the $25 "'l'hat is all I need to set myself up in business, and I in another; then he kept on up the road till he came to the don't believe in borrowing a cent more than is necessary." lane which led to the Griswold farmhouse. "Very well," replied Mr. Fairchild, yielding the point Dan Griswold was working industriously in the strawsince he saw no other way of getting around the matter. berry patch, but he was expecting to see his friend, as Bob "I will loan you the $200 you want." had promised to come over to the farm that morning. He handed Bob four $50 bills. "Hello, Dan,'.' exclaimed Bob. "I'll give you a "Thank you, sir. I will bring my note for this around while I'm here if you wish." to Mr. Jordan's when I call to-morrow afternoon." ".All right. Pitch right in. .Anything new in the vil" All right; please yourself," answered the merchant lage ?" with a smile. "Now, here's $25 to buy you a new suit of "Yes. There's a new baby up at the Hitchcocks. I clothes. I hope you won't want to consider that a loan, arrived last night," grinned Bob, as he began picking too." berries. "No, sir I'll acci::pt that as a present, and buy the "Tom Hitchcock must feel as if he owned the town," clothes as soon as I go to Highland." chuckled Dan. The little white mare and the brown gelding had been nipping the grass by the roadside after a very contented f;shion ever since they had been left to themselves. Fanny now stepped up to the mare with the intention of remounting her. "Papa," she said, "will you fix the bridle-reins for me?" "I will do that if you like," said Bob, eager to be of further service to the lovely little fairy. Bob reattached the reins in a secure way. "Shall I help you mount?" he asked, a bit bashfully. ('Why, of'course," she an s wered. She put one foot in the stirrup and the boy lifted her into the saddle as gently as he would have handled a baby. "Thank you," she said, smiling down at him. "Are you ready, papa?" "All ready," answered her father, springing on the gelding's back. "Good-by, Bob Keane," she said, extending her dis engaged hand to him. "And, remember, I shall expect to see you to-morrow afternoon." "Good-by, Miss Fanny. I'll be sure to call." "Good-by, my lad," said Mr. Fairchild. "You may rest assured that I shall not forget what you did for my daugh ter, and I trust I may have the opportunity some day of doing something more for you." Fanny and her father started their animals at a brisk gallop back along the road they had come, leaving Bob de lighted with the good fortune which had fallen to him. CHAPTER IV. BOB .A.ND HIS FRIEND DAN. Bob, after he had watched Miss Fanny and her father disappear around t4EJ1h ,el}f}1in the road, contemplated the $225 with a great deal of sa.tisfaction. "You can bet he does. I saw him up at the tavern treating everybody "A.ny other new thing?" asked Dan. "Hazen's Express Route is for sale." "Is that so? Somebody told me l\irs. Hazen was going to have her nephew carry it on." "Must have changed her mind, for there's a notice in the postoffice offering the whole outfit for $200." "I.guess it's worth that." "I guess it is, too." "She ought not to have much trouble :finding a pur chaser." "She won't "You seem to be pretty positive about it." "I am." "Do you know anybody that's going to buy it P" "I do." "Who is it" "Myself." "Yourself!" exclaimed Dan, looking hard a.t his friend. "That's what T said," answered Bob, coolly. "You're joking, aren't you?" "No, I'm not joking." "Then you're actually going to buy Hazen:s Express Route and run it?" "That's right." "Now I wouldn't have believed that your uncle would come up with a cent to help you--" "He didn't," interrupted Bob. "Then where do you expect to get $200 ?" "I've got it already." "You have!" exclaimed -Ban in great surprise. "I have."

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ON THE SQUARE. "Where did you get it?" "I borrowed it." "Oh, come now. Who would lend you $200." "A gentleman named Fairchild loa ned it to me." "Fairchild Never heard of s u ch a person in this neighhorhood."' "He's a New York merchant who is boarding with his daugbter at Jordan's. "And he loaned you $200 ?" said Dan, with an incredu lous grin. "He did." "What for?" "For savi n g his daughter from having her neck broken a little while ago by Jordan's little white mare." "Yolt don't say Tell me about it," said Dan, ceasing operatlons on tbe berry patch and eyi n g Bob in an inter ested way. Bob told him how Fanny Fairc hild 's mount had run away with her, and how he had fortunately been on hand to save her. Dan grinned when his friend described how pretty the girl was. "Going to call on her to-morrow?" he ch u ckled "I hope s o." ou' re lucky. When are you going to Bloomfield to buy the express route?" "After dinner." "I think it's the wo1;st I ever h eard. How does Morris stand it?" "He's always howling. Occasionally his step -mother cooks something extra for him, just to keep the peace; but she never does that for me." "I think you're an easy mark. I never could put up with the treatment you are getting whether I had $10,000 coming to me or not," "What would you do about ?" "I'd skip out, and hoe my own row." "Well, I'm not going to skip out, but I'm going to hoe my own row just the same. I'm going to take hold of H azen's business and build it up." "If you make any money your guardian will butt in and t ake it." "I mean to keep it out of his T each." "If you ca n do that you'll be a ll right; but I'm afraid you'll have tro ubl e getti n g around it." "Uncle S ilas ha s s tood on my neck lo g eno ugh. I've put up with it as long as I'm going to. I intend to have a little money in my clothes, so when there's famine on the table I'll go up to Mr s Kydd's restaurant and have my dinner "Well, Bob, I hope you'll come out all right." "It won't L.) my fault if I don't. At that moment a horn sounded from the back door of the farm house. "What'll y our uncle say?" "Th t d. ,, d D t h d l t b t h t h 'll ,, a means mner, sai an, s raig tenmg up an m no worrymg a ou w a e say 1 1 1 t f t. "C l d h "D tl 1 1 ll 1 t th b ?" oo nng ns sa is ac ion ome a ang an ave a square o r ou un < 1c e you run e usmess 1 "I don t see that he'll have any right to interfere with mea ,; You'll find plenty on our table Mother expects ,, you. th d" k ,, "AU right. I won't deny that I'm hungry We had a u e s your g uar rnn, you now. . "I 1 1 1 1 f' . 't h ?" 1 d I g l ass of milk, some very weak porndge, a piece of bread
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8 ON 'fHE SQUARE. They had often heard from their son that his friend "Up to my room." lived continu o u sly on short ration s at the Cobb home. "Put on your good c lothes. I want you to go to High-That was no surpr ise to them, as the parsimony of the land to meet the 3 :40 train The re 's a man comin' up to Cobbs in every point of life was well known throughout iook at the Chadwick farm. I expect to sell it to him." the district. Bob couldn't very well refuse to do his uncle's bidding, "Well," said Bob, when he and Dan had left the table, though he knew it would prevent him from going to "I'll go home now, put on my other suit and go over to Bloomfield that afternoon to make the purchase of the Bloomfi e ld." express route. "I wish you luck, Bob," said Dan, as his friend started "Well," he said to himself, as he was donning hi s Sunoff down the lane. day snit, "I'll go over early in the morning. I can have my breakfast in Bloomfield. Uncle Silas will be just as CHARTER V. well pleased, for he'll save what I would eat, if Morris MR. KENWICK SHAW. doesn't gobble it up himself." "Where have you been?" asked Morris Cobb, when Bob So half an hour lat er, Bob, having hitched up Napoleon walked into the yard of the mean-looking habitation he Bonaparte, Mr. Cobb's l10rse, called "Bony" for shol't a called home. name the villagers thought ver y appropriate because he "Over to the Griswold fa rm," replied Bob. seemed a veritable bundle of skin and bones, to the ricketty "Well, you won t get anything to eat now, for dinner is wagon, drov e out of the yard and took the county road for over and the things washed up," g rinned Morris maliHighland, a village on the W est Shore Railroad. c iousl y Bob reached Hi ghland at three o'clock, and had forty Bob's absence had e n abled him to appropriate a double minutes to wait for the New York train. share of the meager fare and h e was feeling good. The village itself is situated on an elevation about balf "Don't want anything," replied Bob, shortly. a mile from the railroad sta tion, which is down near the "Why not ? Aren't you hungry?" in surprise. riv er "No. Just had a first-class dinner with the Gris -Bob drove to the station, hitched his team and then wolds." strolled down to the ferry landing to watch the boat come "Is that so?" r eplied Morris, i:p. a disappointed and across from Poughk eepsie e nviou s tone. I The train came in on time and the boy recognized his "That's so. They had a fine l ayout," grinned Bob, feel man by the d escript ion furnished by his uncle. ing in the humor of getting back at his cousin. "What His name was Kenwiek Shaw . do you s'pose was on the table?" "Are you the boy that's to take me out to Newtown?" "How should I know?" answe r ed Morris, sulk i ly. he asked, as Bob approached him. "Well, there was roast veal and boiled potatoes, and "Yes, s ir. Let me take your grip." ,'. aspa ragus, and stri n g beans, and l ots of bread and butter, 'fhe 'boy carried it out to the wagon and tossed it in. and a pitcher chock full of milk, and strawberry pie I "Now, sir, if you're r eady, we'll start along,'' he said. had two big juicy slices of the pie," chuckled Bob, "and Mr Shaw mounted to the seat, Bob followed, and NaMrs. Griswold wanted to help me to a third." poleon Bonaparte started off at a quick trot, as if he Morris l iste n ed to this luscious description in dogged scented a bagful of oats at the end of his journey. s il e nce. "Where did you get this rig?" asked the man, with a It made him hun gry to think about it and mad because grin, noting the peculiarities of the team. his cousin h ad enjoyed such a snap. "This belong s to Mr Cobb." He kick e d his heels angri l y into the dirt, a n d then "What make s that horse so thin? Don't he get enough walked off behind the barn, where he could enjoy a cigar to eat?" ette without his father's knowledge "Well, sir," replied Bob, w.ithout cracking a smile, "his Bob went into the house and started to go up into his name is Bony, and he to live up to his name." room to dress himself, when Mr. Cobb saw him and called "Oh, that's it, eh?" lau ghed the man. "I'm bound to him back. say that the name fits him like a new glove." "Where have you been all mornin'?" he asked, wit h a "He's always looked this way since I can remember,'' frown. chuckled Bob. "Different places," replied Bob. "Most of the time up at the Griswold farm." "What were you doing there?" "Went to see Dan Griswold." "I s'pose you had your dinner, because if you hain't you won't get nothin' till tea time." "I had something to eat with the Griswold's." '"Wpere are you goin' now?" "It's a wonder how he holds himself together. When we Hrst started out I expected every moment to see him spread h imself over the road I notice he can go some "He certainly can Bon y can make some of the s leek looking nags up our way look lik e thi:r:ty cents when gets down to business." "I s'pose you kna..v I've come up to look the Chadwick farm over with the idea of buying it,'' said Mr. Shaw.

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ON THE SQUARE. 9 "So Mr. Cobb said." "Do you live with Mr. Cobb?" "Yes, sir." "Hired. boy, I suppose?" "No, sir. Mr. Cobb is my uncle and guardian." "What is your name?" "Bob Keane." "Well, Bob, I rather like your face. You seem to be a bright, honest boy." "Thank you, sir, for your good opinion." "You're welcome. I always like to talk to a smart, in telligent boy. Now what do you think of the Chadwick farm?" "I've heard that it's a first-class piece of property, sir." "That's what it was represented to me. I suppose I can thoroughly depend on whatever your uncle says, can't I?" "I suppose you can, sir," replied Bob, non-commitally. "Is he the only rral estate man in Newtown?" "Yes, sir. He's the county auctioneer, too." "Then he must be a man of some standing in the com munity." "He stands about five feet six in his stocking eet," replied the boy without a smile. Mr. Shaw stared at Bob for a moment and then burst "You're quite an independent young man. I should think it would cost you something for your outfit." "Yes, sir. I expect to pay $200 for it." Mr. Shaw thought $200 was a lot of money for a sixteen year-old boy to have, but he did not consider it just right to ask Bob where he got the money from. It seemed natural to suppose that he came by it hon estly. During the rest of the journey they conversed on dif ferent topics, and Mr. Shaw had conceived a very favor able opinion of Bob by the time the boy drove up to the front door of tb.e Cobb cottage. CHAPTER VI. SILAS COBB'S MYSTERIOUS MIDNIGHT MOVEMENTS. Mr. Shaw was rather unpleasantly surprised at the third-rate appearance of the Cobb home. In a way it resembled Silas Cpbb himself. It was dingy, unpainted and rather dilapidated, just as Mr. Cobb's outward person was rusty, commonplace and unprepossessing. Within it was cheerless and uncomfortable, quite on a par with the dispositions of Mr. Cobb and his spouse. into a laugh. "You seem to be quite a humorist, Bob." The boy made no reply. He looked straight ahead along the white road chirruped to Bony. The general aspect of the place prepared Mr. Shaw for what he might expect to see in the real estate agent he had come to do business with, and we are bound to say and that he was not disappointed. "How far have we got to go?" asked Mr. Shaw, after a pause. "About five miles, sir." "Is Newtown a town or a village?" "It' s a village." "What's the nearest town?" Silas Cobb's office occupied one of the lower front rooms. Over the door was a weather-stained sign which read: SILAS COBB, Auctioneer and Real Estate. "There's New Paltz, a good-sized place, about three Mr. Cobb came out to greet his visitor, whom he exmiles to the northwest, and Bloomfield, four miles or so 1 pected to stay all night, though the cost of the extra to the south." victuals was a severe tax upon his economical principles. "How long have you lived in vicinity?" I However, as he expected to make a good commission "Ever since I can remember." ; out of both parties to the deal in prospect, he comforted "Does Mr. Cobb do any farming?" : himself with that reflection. "As much as can be expected on a ten-acre plot." I "Step right into my office, Mr. Shaw," said Mr. Cobb, "I see. I s'pose you work around the place when you're screwing his countenance into as genial ap expression as it not at school?" was possible for him to do. "I can give you all the par" I did; but I'm not going to do so any more." ti'culars of the arm before we go in to supper." "Going to work in a store?" Mr. Shaw followed his host into his small and cheerless "No, sir. I expect to run an express wagon route be-office, while Bob drove Bony and the wagon around into tween Bloomfield and Highland.'i' the yard, unharnessed the faithful, hal.f-starved animal "Going to hire yourself out as the driver, eh?" and led him into his dilapidated stall. "No, sir. I'm going to buy the route and run it as my Bob and Bony were great friends. own business." I The horse seemed to realize that the boy was the only "You don't say. Think you can make it pay?" one who took the least interest in his welfare. "I think so or I shouldn't go into it." j Bony would probably have gone to the bone heap long "I thought you was a pretty clever boy," said Mr. Shaw, ago but for Bob, who by the greatest ingenuity managed regarding Bob with a fresh interest. "Your uncle must to keep the life in his attenuated frame by feeding him so consider you if he's willing to start you up in business." on the sly an extra quantity of oats. "He, isn't going to start roe. I'm starting myself." I Silas Cobb was so blind to his own interests that ha

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10 ON THE SQUARE. ===----------.. --.. ----========--= .. -::.-::..::_----_---_--. would have seen the animal starve to death before he would have opened his pursestrings enough to buy him a proper amount of food. So Bob, who had a heart in his bosom and not a stone like his miserly uncle, frequently begged a small supply of oats from the different farmers with whom he was on friendly terms, and brought it to Bony unbeknown to his guardian, who had he discovered the circumstance was mean enough to have docked the horse his next meal in order to save something by it. Bob never looked Bony in the face but he felt sorry for him, the animal had such a forlorn, hopeless expression, almost human in its intensity, in his big, sunken eyes. He'd rub his nose on the boy's hand and then look at him as much as to say that life for him was a strenuous piece of business. On this occasion Bob had stopped at a house along the road and got a small bag full of fodder for Bony; and this he dumped into-his trough before leaving him. l\Iorris Cobb was, for a wonder, making himself useful to his step-mother. The s udden interest he displayed in the culinary depart ment was owing to the fact that the advent of a visitor necessitated the preparation of a number of table delicacies not often seen in the Cobb home, and the boy's mouth \YaS watering in anticipation of the coming feast. His idea was to try and make himself solid with his father's wife, so th.at he might hope to get a little more than his sliare of the good things. Bo b met him at the well drawing a pail of water. "You seem to have got busy all at once," grinned Bob. "vVhat's the matter? Trying to reduce your flesh?" As Morris wasn't 9verburdened with flesh, he ,regarded this remark as sarcastic on Bob's part, and he scowled darkly at his cousin. "Mind your own business, will you?" he snorted._ "I usually do, but your sudden activity took me so by surprise that I couldn't help saying something." "I suppose you think you do all the work about the place?" sneered Morris. "I do my 8hare, I guess, and generally a little more." "}." ot lately," replied his cousin, sulkily. "That's because I'm getting wise." "Ho!" "\Ve're going to have a visitor for supper, and he's going to stay all night," said Bob. "Tell me something I don't know, smart Aleck." "I cou id t e ll you lots of things you don't know if I to," answered Bob, coolly; "but I'm afraid the !'hock would he too great for you." "Is that so?" snarled Morris. "I can tell you one thing you r1on't know." "\'Vhat 1s 1t, sonny?" chuckled Bob. "You 're not going to be allowed to eat at the :first bb!e," triumphantly. "\Vho ,,ays so?" "=\Ia says so," maliciously. "I suppose there's a reason, isn't there?" "Yes, because there isn't room at the table." "Oh, I see, the visitor has to occupy my seat." "There won't be much left when you sit down," said Morris, with a grin of satisfaction. "I don't s'pose you7r e hungry anyway, after the big dinner you had at the Gris -.. wold farm." "You seem to know all about it," replied Bob, not pleased with the outlook. Morris laughed slyly, lifted the pail full of water and went into the kitchen. "It looks as if I was going to come in for the short end again," said Bob to himself, gloomily. "What's the use of being worth $10,0CJO if one has to be half-starved? Well, if they put it over me in that way to-night I'll go up to Mrs. Kydd's and get my supper. It's a good thing I've got money in my pocket." That put Bob in mind of his $225. It sudden ly struck him that it might not be quite safe for him to carry that amount in his clothes into the house. Mr. Cobb had such a keen nose for money that it was possible he might even smell it upon his person. In an event he wouldn't rest until he found some way of getting hold of it, and that would be a dreadful calamity for the boy. So Bob sat down on the edge of the -.vell and considered where he had better hide his money. After some deliberation he decided to hide it in the barn. Morris hardly ever went in there, and Mr. Cobb very seldom. Bob therefore went to the stable and looked around. He found a loose board in one corner, and unde r the loose board he put all his money but a $5 bill. The $5 bill he sto\\ ; ed away in his vest. When Bob entered the kitchen he was not surprised, after what 11e had heard from Morris, to learn from the sharp lips of Mrs. Cobb that l1e wasn't to have his supper until the rest had eaten theirs. It wasn't pleasant for him to s it on the doorstep, while the others were enjoying a good s upper in the little dining-room, for Bob was hungry, in spite of the good dinner he had had at the Griswold farm. But the boy didn't kick, for it wasn't his nature to revolt at what he couldn't change, and s o he waited pa tiently for his turn to come. When he was called inside the table looked as ii it Imel been struck by a cyclone. However, he found that by some good luck all the ea.ta bles had not disappeared, and that e nou gh remained t o satisfy his appetite. Morris was evidently dis appointed that Bob really got a fair share of the provender, for he ha.cl been counting on seeing his cousin go half supperless to becl. Ivir. Cobb carr ied a pair of chairs outside in front of the house, and there h e and his guest sat and smo k e d and talked about the Chadwick property and other matters l

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ON THE SQUARE. 11 until the clock inside struck nine, andthen the real estate man hinted that it was time to retire for the night. l\fr Shaw was shown to a room occupied jointly by Bob and Morris. Morris 's bed, being the better of the two, was allotted to the visitor while its customary occupant had to turn in with. his cousin. r. ;S11aw had wondered why room hadn't been made at the supper table for Bob. He sized up Morris, and the estimate he formed of his character was not particularly flattering. However, he figuied that, as the latter was the real estate man's son, while Bob was only his nephew, Morris, when it C!lme to a pinch, had all the advantage of the s ituation. Mr Shaw had brought several hundred dollars with him to pay down on the contract if the Chadwick farm suitea him. He had three $100 bills and four $50 bills. :ij:e counted this as he sat on the edge of the bed, to see if it was all right. Morris watched him turn over the ends of the bills one by one, and the figures thereon interested 'him greatly. Mr. Shaw divided the money, putting the three big bills in one pocket of his vest, and the four lesser bills in anot er. Then he finished disrobing and went to bed, after blowing out the lamp as he had been requested to do. A couple of hours later Silas Cobb entered the room softly in his stocking ?eet and listened intently to the breathing of the three sleepers. Whatever his business was there be did not strike a light, and he moved about as noiselessly as a shadow. :Finally he uttered a grunt of satisfaction and left the room as softly as he had entered it. Daylight was filtering through the window panes when Bob awoke. He jumped out of bed and started to dress. He noticed a pair of trowsers on the floor near the head of the bed. Picking it up, he found it was not bis own, but was Morris' s s o he threw it on top of the rest of his cousin's clothes, :finished dressing himself in his best suit, and then left the oom without disturbing the other sleepers. He went to the barn, got his money from the place where he had concealed it and then started off on foot for Bloomfield. VII. H!l withdrew it with a disappointed look, and then dived into the other pocket. A look of blank amazeinent came over his features. Whatever he had expected to find was not there. He went through both pockets once more with the same result, and then he sat down on the ground with a look on his face that would have led an observer to suppose he had just lost his only friend on eaith. It was about this time that Mr. Shaw turned over in bed, opened his eyes and di s covered that it was morning. He looked at his watch and saw that 1t was twenty minutes of seven. "Time to get up, I guess," he said to himself, as he put his feet out on the floor. He dressed himself leisurely. After he put on his vest he mechanically put his hands into the pockets in which he had deposited his two rolls of bills. The $300 wad was there all right, but the four $50 bills were missing. "That's funny," he remarked. "I must have dropped them on the floor last night when I thought I placed them in my pocket." So he looked around the rag carpet for some trace of the bills. There was no sign of them anywhere, though he shook out the bed clothes under the supposition that they might have lodged on the coverlet. Then 11e searched all his pockets very carefully without the least result. "The money evidently is gone," he said, with a frown. "I wonder if that young Cobb could have stolen it during the night? I saw him looking at me while I was counting it. This matter will have to be investigated, for I can't afford to loose $200." He completed his toilet, went downstairs, found Silas Cobb in his office writing and reported his loss. "What's that?" exclaimed the auctioneer, looking up in a startled way. "You say that $200 was taken from your vest pocket during the night?" "That's just what I mean to say, sir," replied the visi tor, brusquely. "I brought up $500 with me to pay down on the contract if my inspection of the Chadwick farm proved satisfactory. Last night as I was undressing I rountecl the money to see if it was all right, and found tlwt it was I separated I it" into two parts, placing the three $100 bills in one pocket and the four $50 bills in another. This morning I found that the four bills had vanished during the night." THE MISSING MONEY "Four bills of $50 each?" gasped Silas Cobb, his hand It was about six o'clock wben Morris woke up. unconsciously making a movement toward bis trowser's He hurriedly dressed himself and left the house, makpocket. ing a bee-line for the back of the barn. "Yes, sir. Four $50 bills." waking carefully around to see that he was quite Mr. Cobb looked very much disturbed. alone, he thrust his hand into the right pocket of his The fingers of his right hand twitched as he drummed trowsers. them nervously on his desk,

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12 ON THE SQUARE. "This-is-most distressing news," said the auctioneer, in an agitated voice. "It is certainly not pleasant for me," replied Mr. Shaw, decidedly. "I haven't so much money that I can afford to lose $200." "It seems strange, Martha, where hi s money could have gone," said her husband. Mrs. Cobb asked Mr. Shaw the same question s her spouse had already propounded to him and received the same answers. "Are you sure when you were counting your money "Have you seen Bob this morning?" asked the lady that you didn't drop the four fifties on the carpet? I'll suddenly. go up with you and we'll search the room." "No," answered 'Mr.' Cobb. "I looked the carpet well over, but I saw no sign of the "I heard him go downstairs at daylight, and I haven't missing bills." seen nothin of him since. It ain't usual for him to get "I hope you don't thinkthat I or any member of my up so early," she added, suspiciously. family took your money?" said Mr. Cobb, ha st ily, as he She went over to where the boy's clothes were hung on got up from his chair with th e intention of going to the the wall. chamber and searching for the lost bills. "Why," she exclaimed, with a sort of acid surprise, "i "I have accused no one in particular of taking it as he ain't dressed himself in his best suit. What does that yet," replied the visitor. mean?" "Have you examined all your pockets carefully? You "It means he's gone visitin', I s'pose," grunted Silas may have put those bills in a different poc ket than you Cobb. supposed." "Gone visitin' at half-past four in the mornin' Fid"I haye gone into all my pockets, and even looked the dle-de-dee It's my idee he's gone for good. He's been carpet and bedclothes well over to make sure before I threatenin' to do somethin' desprit for a month past." brought my loss to your attention. I am a careful man, "Why should the boy want to run away ?1' asked Mr. and don't often go off half-cocked." Shaw, in some surprise. "This i s his home, isn't it?" Silas Cobb requested his visitor to follow him upstairs "Of course it's his home," snapped Mrs. Cobb. "And to the room where he slept the preceding night. we've treated him jest the same as if he was our own son, They both made a thorough search of the room, but hain't we, Silas?" their efforts availed nothing toward bringing the missing Her husband backed up her statement. bills to light. "Then I don't see why you should think he has run "I can't imagine how you could have lost your money. away just because he put on hi s best suit this morning and You are sure that you placed those bills in your vest went out unu s ually early," said the visitor. pocket?" said Mr. Cobb, placing an emphasis on the word "Because I've suspicioned he meant to do somethin' vest. like that. He hain't been no good about the place for "I am positive that I did," replied Mr. Shaw. "In any over a month. I couldn't get him to do nothin'. He's got event, they are not in any pocket of my clothes." t0 be a lazy good-for-nothin' boy, that's what he ha s," sa id This prompt reply caused Mr. Cobb to scratch his head the lady, spitefully. in perplexity. "He didn t look like a lazy boy to me-quite the oppo" And you are positive that you had those bill s when you site. In fact, I don't think that I ever saw a brighter and counted your money?" smarter appearing lad," replied Mr Shaw, who was c l ear Certainly, or I should instantly have noticed their ab-ly prepossessed in Bob's favor. sence," replied the visitor, impatiently. "That's because you don t know him," snorted Mrs. While they were talking Mrs. Cobb went to the office to I Cobb, tossing her nose. call them to breakfast. "I'm not far wrong in my first estimate of a boy," Not finding them there, and hearing their voices up in replied the visitor, firmly but politely. the chamber, she climbed the stairway to inform them "Huh!" she sniffed. "It's my opinion Bob Keane saw that the morning meal was ready. you countin' your money last night, and noticin' tha Her sharp eyes detected that something was wrong. there was a lot of it he waited till you was asleep, got up "What's the trouble?" she asked, euriously. and helped himself to a s hare of it. Then he laid his Her husband told her that Mr. Shaw had lost $200 of plans for leavin at daylight afore any of us was up He his money during the night. wouldn't have put on hi s best clothes if somethin' wasn't "For goodness sake!" she ejaculatOOi. "I hope he in the wind. You can't tell me nothin' about that boy. doesn't think that you stole his money, Silas." I've always suspicioned he was a s ly one, and now I'm sure "I accused your husband, madam," replied the of it," and the lady nodded her l1ead emphatically visitor. "Madam, I am sure you wrong the boy," pr9tested Mr. "I should hope not," she answered, vigorou s ly. "Silas Shaw, warmly. is that honest he wouldn't keap a penny: if he found it on "Then who else could have taken your money? Mr. the street and could find its owner." Cobb nor myself wasn't in this room last night. We be-

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ON THE SQUARE. 13 long to the church and don't try to steal other folk's I "But he might have taken it after you left," said Silas property." Cobb, eagerly. "There' s no more reason for accusing this boy Bob of "That's true. He might have done so. Have you seen taking my money than of suspecting your step-son, who him since morning?" also slept in this room, and whom I saw watching me "Yes; but he didn't say nothin' to me about havin' a when I was counting the bills." roll of money." "The idea! Just as if Morris would think of takin' "Maybe he didn't want you to know anything about it." your money!" exclaimed Mrs. Cobb, indignantly . "Mor-"He hain't got no right to keep such a thing to himself. ris i s a good boy Silas!" sharply, "why don't you defend If he has a roll of money in his possession I have a right your son?" to know it. I'm his guardian, and the law says I must Mr. Cobb hastened to assure his visitor that Morris was take care of all his property. I'm goin' to speak to him one of the best boys in the county, and that stealing money about it to-night." was not in his line. 'I b e g your pardon," replied Mr. Shaw, hastily, seeing that he had stirred up a hornet's nest. "I did not inti mate that I thought your son had robbed me." "I should hope not," answered Mrs. Cobb, vigorously. "Beside s Morris hain't put on his good clothes and run away. He was down in the, yard when I come up here. If he stole your money he would have run away, wouldn't he 7 s he a s ked triumphantly, a s a clincher to her argu m e nt. think we had better go to breakfast," suggested the real estate man, who looked anxious and disturbed. "We can look into the matter afterward "l t hink so, too," said his wife, emphatica lly. "The things will be stone cold, if they hain't already." It happened, however, that Mr. Cobb, being fully en gaged with his visitor, found no chance to talk to his nephew on the subject. He did not forget the in11tter, though. Several times he asked himself if Bob really did get a roll of money from the grateful gentleman, if so how much did it amount to. It must be considerable-probably as much as $100. Finally Silas Cobb decided that he would wait till after Bob, his son and his guest had gone to bed and had had time to get to sleep. Then he meant to go softly up to the chamber and search Bob's clothes for the money, which he more than ever believed he had. But there were other forces at work that Mr. Cobb Accordingly Mr. Cobb led the way do1. mstairs to tlie never dreamed of. dining-room where the lady of the house hastened to dish up a round s teak, with friend potatoes and bot biscuit. S h e called Morris, who appeared to be in a disconsolate humor, and then the four sat down to the morning meal. When Mr. Shaw was counting his money he noticed that Morris Cobb' s eyes were on him. He thought little of the matter and in due time dropped asleep ... \ .c Morris, however, didn't go to sleep as soon as he natuCHAPTER VIII. rally would have done. IN WIHCH IT IS DECIDED THAT BOB KEANE IS A THIEF. The sight of so much money in the visitor's vest interAlthough nothing was said at the table about the theft ested him greatly. of the $ 2 00, Silas Cobb was doing some tall He needed money badly himself, for his father seldom thinking on the subject. gave him a cent, and when he did it came from him like If hi s vis itor had really lost that sum of money, and the drawing of a back tooth. th e re s e e med to be littl e doubt but he had, he was satisfied Here was a chan<:'.e to get a good sum, and he thought that Bob was the person who had surreptitiously taken without suspicion attaching himself, for he meant to get the four pill s s oon after the man had gone to sleep. up before the visitor awoke and hide the money. Why was. Mr. Cobb so certain in his own mind that his So, with this purpose in his mind, he waited for an nephew was the guilty party?. hour listening to the man's deep breathing while he was L e t u s expl a in trying to sum up enough courage to steai the bills. On the pre c e ding afternoon, while Bob was at High At last he got out of bed, crawled softly to the visitor's land awaiting the arrival of the 3 :40 train from New bea, and as he had carefully noted where :Mr. Shaw had York, Mr. Cobb met Fenton, the wagoner. hung his vest, he inserted his fingers into one of the Fenton told him how he had seen Bob, at the risk of his pockets, felt the bills and hastily drew them out. life, re scue the little daughter of an early summer boarder He had no idea how much the notes amounted to, nor at J orc1an's, named Fairchild, from almost certain death, 1 did he care, but he guessed they represented a sum suffiand that he had seen the grateful father tender the boy a c ient for his needs. roll of bills. He returned to the bed, thrust them hastily into one of "Bob didn't seem inclined to take the money, as I hi s trowsers' pockets, and after awhile fell asleep. drove off," Fenton said. "I thought he was a fool, but it Fifteen minutes afterward Silas Cobb ca.me into the wasn't any of my business." room like a shadow.

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' -ON THE SQUARE. He went directly to the. boys' bed, and taking up Bob's J better than anything else in this world, was sorely trowsers searched them without success. ed to take advantage o:f the mix-up to retain the $200 in Then he thought maybe he had hold o(his son's trowquestion, for he hated to give up a dollar once he got his sers by mistake, so he took up Morris's pants, abd going fingers on it. through them his talon-like fingers on the bills. After breakfast the real estate man and his guest ad-With a grunt of satisfaction, he threw down the trowjourned to the office. sers and left the room. There was one thing Cobb wanted to know before When he got to his own room he examined the bills and he finally decided whether he would hold on to the $200. saw there was four of them, each of the denomination Pointing to a chair, he cleared his throat and then pf $50. asked the gentleman if he thought he would be able to "So this is what he got from that Mr. Fairchild, eh?" recognize the missing bills if he saw them again. he muttered, grimly. "Well, I guess I can take care of "Yes,. sir," replied Mr. Shaw, promptly. "The four them better than he. I'll tell him to-morrow tlrnt I've bills were all issued by the same bank-the Manhattan got 'em, and that when he gets to twenty-one, if he National of New Yol'k City, and I have their numbers in lives so long, he can have 'em back." my memorandum book. That is a precaution I always With this comfortable reflection, Mr. Cobb turned in take when carrying bills of large denominations around for the night. with me." In the morning when Morris rushed behind the barn to count his ili'-gotten money he was astonished to discover that the bills he had stolen had taken flight during the night. This reply seemed to disconcert Silas Cobb, and for a moment or two he said nothing and drummed nervously on his desk. "It is very strange my nephew should absent himself in such a mysterious way," he said presently. "I'm afraid--" At that moment Mrs Cobb burst into the office in a At first he couldn't account for the mystery, but not seeing Bob anywhere about the premises, he came to the conclusion that Bob had not been asleep when he took the money; that he had seen him do the deed, and then foxily triumphant manner. waited for him (Morris) to get asleep, when he had ab"What did I tell you? I know'd Bob Keane took that structed the money for himself. mpney. Come in here, Morris, and tell your father what "That's why he got up before me," snarled Morris, furi-1 Bob said to you in the postoftice yesterday mornin'." ously. "He knows I won't dare to squeal. Oh, the villain! I'd like to kill him!" Morris, who was at his step-mother's heels, came forward and told his story. When Mr. Shaw reported his loss to Mr. Cobb, and stated that he had lost four $50 bills, just what he (Cobb) He said that he and Bob had gone to the postoffice the had found in what he tmpposed was Bob's trowsers, the previous morning, and while there had see n a notice which real estate man became perplexed and nervous. sta ted that Hazen's Express Route was for sale and could Was it possible that Bob had not received any money, be bought for $200. after all, from Mr. Fairchild, but had deliberately robbed "Bob said he wished he had $200," went on Morris, Mr. Shaw of the four bills? maliciously, satisfied that his evidence would get his It certainly looked that way, for Silas knew that neither cousin into a peck of trouble, for he was sure Bob in he nor his wife had taken the man's money, and he did : tended to use the money (which Morris supposed his not even suspect his graceless son. I cousin had taken from his trowsers' pocket while he slept) Mr. Cobb argued that Bob would return as soon as he I tu purc1rnse the express route, "so he could buy out the discovered that the $200 was missing from his pocket. I route and run it himself. He said he was certain he could "He'll probably think he's lost it some way,'" chuckled make a .raft of money." the old man. "It won't do any good to have the constable "There now," spoke up Mrs. Cobb, when Morris had arrest him and charge him with the theft, as nothin' can concluded, regarding Mr. Sl1aw with a look of intense be proved ag'in liim, since the money he evidently stole satisfaction, "I guess you'll believe what I say another is in my pocket, and not in his." I s'pose you know what's come of your money As matters etood, it was clearly up to Mr. Cobb to make now. It's as plain as the nose on your face that that boy an explanation of the circumstances as he saw them, and saw you countin' your money and made up his mind o get restore the $200 to Mr. Shaw. $200 to buy that route. Why didn't he take the whole of There were two reasons, 110wever, why Silas Cobb hesiyour money while he was about it? Because he only tated to clear up the mystery-the first was that he was wanted $200. Now, mark my words, he 's gone to Bloom ashamed to acknowledge to his visitor that he was mean field, and has bought that outfit by this time. It's easy enough to creep upstairs in the dead of night and go enough for you to go to that place, call or;r t1rn widder through his nephew's clqtht:)s in order to deprive the boy Hazen, and see if I hain't right. You'll find them four of money which he supposed be bad earned at the risk of fifties of yours in her pocket. Then all you need do is to his life; the second was that Mr. Cobb, who loved money have the constable arrest Bob. He'll confess soon enough

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ON THE SQUARE. 15 when he's in jail. After that the widder '11 have to give but Bob Keane, and he looked as independent, too, as a up the money and take her rig b(l.ck." hog on ice. Mrs. Cobb stated the case lik e a female lawyer, and s he Silas Cobb was s o astonished he could only stand and was as certain s he was right as that the e un sh one at that stare open-mo uthed as his nephew approached 1 moment. Things certainly did look black against poor honest Bob, who always prided him se lf as being on the square. Even Mr. Shaw began to hav e some doubts, after all, concerning his estimate of the boy's character. Mr. Cobb, however chuckled to himself as he listened to his wife 's deduction. hile he had little doubt but she was right in her con clusions, he knew that it would be only a waste of time to go to Bloomfi e ld on an inve s tigation tour since the money on which Bob depencletl to buy the route was now in his uncle's possession; therefore it stood to reason, thought Mr. Cobb, that Bob, not having the price, could not buy the route. Still if .Mr. Shaw, influ enced by Mrs. Cobb's logic, in sisted on probing into the matter. he (Mr. Cobb) would agree that it was the proper thing to do under the sus picious circumstances. Until his wife had brought Morris forward with his S,tory of the express route, Silas h a d b een a bit puzzled to account for Bob's theft, as in his heart he had believed his nephew to be a thoroughly hon est boy; but now h e thought he saw the "nigger in the woodpile," and it strengthened a notion he had long entertained that the most honest people in the world will yield to certain temptations. "Well," snapped Mrs. Cobb, impatiently, "why don't you get busy, Silas? It's your place to hitch up Bony to the wagon and take Mr. Shaw to Bloomfield. I calculate he's anxious to get his money back." As Mr. Cobb was ruled by his wife in every particular except in money matters, in which, fortunately for their domestic felicity, they were both of a mind, he got up and prepared to follow out her suggestion. "You' d better take the constable with pa," Morris s hout ed after him, "or Bob'll be sure to cut his stick when he sees you are after him." Morris al s o h a d some intention of asking his father to let him go along, s o he could enjoy the satisfaction of gloating over Bob when he was captured. Mr. Silaw was the only one of the quartette, though he was the most interested in the re c overy of the money, who had little heart in the He was a good-hearted man, and it made him sad to think that t h e boy who had s o favorably impressed him by his hone s t :face and upri ght talk, was a mean thief. It only went to show how little depend e nce could be placed upon personal a ppearanc es, and how a smooth tongue is one 8of the mos t deceptive things in the world. The trip to Bloomfi e ld however, was not made after all As Mr. Cobb led hi s rig out of the yard and around to the front door who should he see driving s martly clown the road, perched on the seat of Hazen's express wagon, CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH BOB FINDS HIMSELF IN A GRAVE FIX. It was with an elastic step that Bob left th; Cobb yard that morning, walked up Main street, and took the road to Bloomfield. As he tramped along, his imagination was fired with roseate visions of the future, and he pictured to himself the satisfaction he would take out of being his own boss. "I ought to make a good thing hauling the trunks of the s ummer boarders to and from Highland this season, and carrying some of the boarders, too. I can fix it with the farmers, who hate to hitch up a teain to.,go all that dis tance to fetch a single guest, or perhaps two. They'd much rather l eave the job to me. I can charge a quarter a head and a quarter for a trunk, and carry a whole lot of packages besides for the Hazen wagon i s a good-sized one, and covered at that. I dare say Uncle Silas will raise Cain at fir st, and will in sis t that I turn over all the money I get to him; but he 's going to be disappointed. I'm ready to do the square thing by him-further than that, nixy. H e s sat on me as long as he's going to, now I m going to mak e a man of myself. I 'm willing to pay him for the use of the stall next to Bony. In fact, I'm willing to trade the Hazen horse for Bony. That'll give uncle a decent-looking animal in place of the scarecrow he has ; but I would feed Bony so full of provender that he'd soon lose all his angles a;ncl begin to look like a decent horse. I'm willing to stand the expense, and the g uying I'll get at first, for Bony's sake, for I like the animal, and I know he feels that I am his only friend Thus figuring on the future, and building many air castles, Bob reached Bloomfield, and directed his steps to the cottage of widow Hazen, which was on the suburbs of the town It was seven o'clock when Bob knocked on Mrs. Hazen's door He announced hi s mission and was asked to walk in. Mrs. Hazen and the little Hazens were at breakfast, and the boy was cordially invited to sit up at the table and partake of the frugal breakfast. Bob politely declined on the score that he was in a hurry, so Mrs. Hazen took him out to her barn and show ed him the horse, wagon and harness that went with route. The boy could judge a horse as well as an experienced dealer, and after a critical survey of the outfit decided that it was worth the money asked. Many persons in the boy's place would have1 tried to beat the widow clown in her price, and probably would have succeeded, as she needed the money badly, but Bob prided himself on being "on the square," and as he hon estly believed the horse, wagon and good will of the route

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lb ON THE SQUARE. was worth more than Mrs. Hazen asked he scorned to resort to the dickering process. "I'll take the route at your figure, Mrs. Hazen," he said, finally. The woman looked pleased and apparently relieved, for she had to have to take possibly $25 off in order to make the sale. "Who is it for?" she asked. "For myself," replied Bob, in a business-like tone. The woman looked a bit surprised. 'Ibc prospect was not encouraging, but b e intended to stand by his guns like a little man. "If Uncle Silas gets too frisky I'll take up quarter s at th_ e Gri swold farm. Dan said I could come over there any time I wanted to." Comforted with the reflection that Sila s Cobb didn't cut a great in the village, and that he could count on the sympathy and encouragement of the people of hi s neighborhood, Bob chirruped to his horse a nd felt as cheerful respecting the future as if he owned a farm. "You seem young to run this business," she said. old are you?" "How He wouldn't have been quite so happy if he had known what was awaiting him at his uncle's home. "Sixteen." "Well, you look stout and hearty. Maybe along." Morris noticed Bob's approach almost as soon as his you'll get father did, and he yelled to his mother to come out and look. "Have you a list of Mr. Hazen's customers?" "I have his memorandum book-:-that has all the names in it-which l'll 1et you have." "Thank you, ma'am. Vl e'll go back to the house now. I want you to make 01,it a bill of sale-my name is Robert Keane-and then I'll pay you the money." Mrs. Hazen made out the bill of sale in proper shape and handed it to Bob. He passed over the four fifty dollar bills he received from Mr, Fairchild. "Boys like you don't often have $200 to invest in a business," the woman said with a smile. She was of an unsuspicious nature, and did not dream of asking the boy where he got so much money. "That's right, Mrs. Hazen. I only came into possession of that money yesterday by a piece of good luck," said Bob, and then he told her how he rescued Fanny Fair child. "Her father wanted to give me $500 outright; but I wouldn't take it. I don't believe in accepting under those circumstances. I borrowed those four fifties from him because I saw tbat the Hazen route was for sale and I wanted to get hold of it." Bob did not take any special note of the bills, though he noticed that one of them was on the First National Bank of Albany, and that it had a red cross marked on the back. The deal having been settled, Bob went back to the barn, hitched up the team and drove out of the yard. He had asked Mrs. Hazen to direct him to a sign painter and she had told him he would find one next to the Times newspaper office on Main street. Bob drove down there and arranged with the painter to put his name "Keane" in place of "Hazen" on the wagon, and the man promised to have it done when the boy re turned from the restaurant where he was going to get his breakfast. Before Bob left Bloomfield he bought a supply of oats for his horse and for poor, abused Bony as well. Then he started off at brisk pace for Newtown. On the way back he himself for the expected run-in with his guardian. Bob was not much surprised at the sensation his ap pearance created, but he did not dream of the true reason therefor. He stopped in front of the office and waited for his uncle to come up, for he wanted to have matters settled then and there, so he could tell where he stood. "So you've got back, have you?" said Silas, not able to unqerstand how the boy come to be in pos session of the Hazen express wagon when, according to his point of view, he didn't have the money to pay for the outfit. "Yes, sir/' replied Bob, cheerfully. -"I needn't ask if you have been to BloomfielCl, for I see you have," said Mr. Cobb, eying the horse and wagon askance. "Yes, sir; I went over this morning to buy the Hazen Express Route for myself." Bob expected to see his uncle fly into a fit, but othing of the kind happened. Silas Cobb merely regarded him with a sardonic smile. "Gee! I wonder what's in the wind?" muttered Bob, almost overwhelmed by his guardian's unexpected calm ness. "So you've bought Hazen's Express Route, have you?" replied Mr. Cobb, with a sneer. "P'raps you don't mind tellin' me where you got the money to pay for it." "I have no objection to telling you, sir. I borrowed $200 from Mr. William Fairchild, who is stopping up at Jordan's, yesterday morning." "What's that?" roared the real estate man, hardly be lieving his ears. Bob was so obliging as to repeat his words. "Don't you believe him, Silas!" shrieked Mrs. Cobb, shaking her fist in the air. "He bought that there horse and wagin with the money he stole from Mr. Sha:w." Bob heard Mr.s. Cobb's words in blank astoni s hment. He thought she must have suddenl:y gone crazy. Mr. Cobb knew that the boy had:\1-'t u sede the money in question to buy the Hazen route b e cau s e h e (Cobb) had it in his pocket at that moment; but he judged that Tiob had persuaded widow Hazen to let him have it on credit. Of course he didn't believe that Mr. Fairchild had loan ed Bob $200.

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ON THE SQUARE. 17 Jf he had, Mr. Shaw wouldn't have lost his $200, beMrs. Cobb sniffed contemptuously, and said it was her cau e, acco1'ding to bis way of thinking, the temptation for opinion that Bob Keane was up to some trick, for since it Bob to steal the money would not then have existed. was plain to be seen that he had stolen the money it was Silas Cobb1 however, was shrewd enough to see that he 1 utterly impossible for him to show that Mr, Fairchild had must act just as if he had not gone up to the chamber at midnigM and abstracted that $200 from the trowsers he sup osed belonged to his nephew. "I a:m sorry, Robert," he said in a mild, hypocritical tone, "to find that you are a very wicked boy." "Why; what do you mean?" demanded Bob, amazed at tlie turn affairs were taking. "I mean that Mr. Shaw los t $200 last night while he was asleep, and the evidence points to you as the one who took it." "I took $200 from Mr. Shaw while he was asleep last night!" gasped Bob, turning red with indignation. "That's simp ly ridiculous! I didn't even know that Mr. Shaw had $200 about him." "I wish I could believe you, Robert," replied Mr. Cobb, trying to assume a sorrowiul look, "but things look pretty black ag'in you." "Mr. Shaw," out Bob, energetically, 'Shave you charged me with taking $200 of your money?" "No, Bob," replied the visitor, "I have not charged you with the theit, but I am sorry to say that appearances seem to ,faste n the guilt on you." "W:hat do you mean by appearances, sir?" "Well, you left the house very early this morning, which your uncle's wife says was something unusual for you to do. When I got up I found that $200 of $500 I had brought with me from New York to pa,y down on the Chad wick farm 'Yas missing. Your cousin Morris says that you wanted $200 very badly to buy out the Hazen Express Route. Well, you seem to have bought it. H you can satisfy me that you came honestly by that horse and wagon I have nothing further to say and will apolo gize for having suspected you of taking my money." "I can easily prove that the $200 I paid this morning to Mrs. Hazen rightfully belonged to me," replied Bob, promptly. "Do you mean to say that you paid $200 in actual money to widder Hazen this mornin' for that outfit?" gasped Mr. given it to him. However, Bob carried his point and drove his uncle and the visitor to the Jordan farm. "I want to see Mr. Fairchild," said Bob to Mr. Jordan, when he reined the team up in front of the farmhouse. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," replied the farmer "Why?" asked Bob. "Because Mr. Fairchild and his daughter left for New York on the eight o'clock train this morning,'1 was th e uneKpected reply. CHAPTER X. IN WHICH MORRIS .AND HIS STEP-MOTHER ARE DIS APPOINTED. "Went away this morning!" exclaimed the boy in genu ine amazement. ""\Yhy, Miss Fanny made me promise I would call and see her here this afternoon." "So she told me," replied Mr. Jordan, "and she left a note that I was to hand you when you came. I will get it for you." "This is fierce," saicl Bob to Mr. Shaw, so earnestly that the gentleman felt he meant what be said. "As Mr. Fair child is gone, it will be impossible for me to prove the statement I made to you. But he certainly loaned me the money that I paid to Mrs. Hazen." "I am truly sorry the gentleman has gone," replied Mr. Shaw, and he really meant it, for he did not wish to be lieve that Bob was guilty of taking his money. Silas Cobb was very much r e lieved to find that Bob could not show that Mr. Fairchild had given him $20Q, because his ability to do so would have complicated mat ters exceedingly. He made no remark one way or the other, and presently Mr. Jordan brought out the note and handed it to Bob. The boy tore it open and read it eagerly. It ran as follows : "Jordan Farm, June 16, 190'-. Cobb, who could not understand how such a thing could "Dear Bob Keane: be, though the others could easily understand. it. "Papa received a telegra1n from New York early thi:; "I di ," replied Bob, while Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Cobb and morning calling him back to the city on urgent businc:ss, Morris looked at Silas in some surprise. and of course I have to go with him I am very sorry tu Mr. Cqbb saw he had made a bad break and covered it disappoint you thi s afternoon, but it cannot be heJpeu. up by telling Bob that he hoped he could prove his words. We expect to be back in a week, and then you and I must "Sure I can. If you and Mr. Shaw will jump in my make up for lost time. Good-by. I s hall never forget, n o r wagon I'll drive you up to Jordan's, and you can put the will papa, that you,saved my life yesterday. Please under matter u.p to Mr. Fairchild." stand that we are both deeply grateful to you, and will be Bob appeared so confident that Mr. Cobb began to feel as long as we live. Yours sincerely, more puzzled than ever, and to experience an uneasy sen"Fanny Fairchild." sation. "That's fair eno u gh," admitted the visitor. "Come along, Mr. Cobb, it is only right the boy should have a chance to clear himself as speed ily as possible." When Bob :finished readmg the note he handed it to :Hr. Shaw, who glanced over and returned it. "It is evidently not your fault," he said, "that we have

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18 ON THE SQUARE. :failed to meet Mr. Fairchild; t.,Perefore I think you are entitled to the benefit of the doubt.'' "Thank you, sir," answered Bob, gratefully. "You are a gentleman." There was nothing more to be done at the Jordan farm, so Bob turned the wagon around and drove back. On the road he learned all the particulars of the loss of Mr. Shaw's money. "Well, sir, all I can say is that I didn't take it," he said earnestly. "It is a curious thing that you should happen to lose the exact amount that I paid for this outfit. That makes the affair look bad for me." "That is frue," replied Mr. Shaw; "but I think I see a way of proving your statement without the intervention of Mr. Fairchild.'' ;'How?" asked Bob, eagerly, and Mr. Cobb was not less interested in the "way." "I pr efer to keep my plan to myself for the present," replied the gentleman, greatly to Bob's uncle's disappoint ment, if not uneasiness. They found Mrs. Cobb and Manis eagerly awaiting their return. Noticing that Bob had lost something of his confident air, the lady immediately jumped to the correct conclu sion that the mission had been unattended with results. "Well," she exclaimed, with a triumphant air, "you found out that Bob was lyin' about Mr. Fairchild givin' him $200, didn't you?'" "'No, madam, we did not," replied the visitor, rather disgu s ted with the lady's insistence that Bob was guilty of the theft. "ViTe found that Mr. Fairchild had been unexpectedly called to New York this morning.'; "Then I'll bet Bob knowed about it, that's why he was so ready to carry you up to the Jordan farm. He knowed Mr. Fairchild warn't there.'' To these unfriendly remarks the gentleman made no reply. Be was beginning to shift his suspicions from Bob to the whole Cobb family. Their eagerness to make out a case against the bright boy looked as if they had something to conceal themselves. At that is the way it now struck Mr. Shaw, and whatever plan it was he had hinted at he was more than ever determined to carry out. "Well, Mr. Cobb," he said, dropping all further refer ence to his missing money, "let us go over and look at the Chadwick farm.'' "Hain't you goin' to have that boy took up for stealin' your $200?" asked Mrs. Cobb, in great astonishment. "Not at present, madam," replied Mr. Shaw, coldly Both Morris and his step-mother looked their disap pointment. Silas Cobb appeared to be rather relieved than other wise, for to say the truth he did not care for an official investigation of the case. He hoped that his visitor might let the matter go by aefault. He readily agreed to accompany Mr. Shaw to the Chad wick farm, and as Bony was still standing hitched to the wagon in front of the office the two men got in and drove away. Mrs. Cobb returned to the kitchen in a huff, but Morris remained outside eying his cousin with no kindly expression. He was debating whether it was safe for him to accuse Bob of taking the $200 out of his trowsers' pooket. He decided that it was too risky, for he did not doubt but Bob would not only deny the act, but would immedi ately report his words to Mr. Shaw, and this would put the burden of the guilt on him. Of course he felt sure that the theft could not be brought home to him, but the bare suspicion that he was mixed up in the matter would serve to help Bob out ofJiis predicament, and he earnestly hoped that Bob would be eventually convicted, as, in his opinion, he deserved to be. "I s'pose you're happy now," he finally said to Bob, with a sneer. "You managed to get the $200 you wanted so bad, and you've bought the express route." "And 5'0u think with your step-mother that I stole the $200," flashed Bob. "Well, you know whether you stole it or not;" replied Morris, pointedly "I know it was loaned to me by Mr. Fairchild.'>"You ought to be able to prove it then." "How can I when Mr. Fairchild has returned to New York?" '"What did he go to New York for at the very moment you want to see him? Looks funny to me. Just as funny as that 1\fr. Shaw shou ld lose the exact amount you wanted to pay for the express route." "I don't deny but the whole thing look s queer; but it will come out all right in the encl," said Bob, confidently. "I hope it will," said Morris, nodding his head. "I hope the person that sto le that $200 will get showed up." "I hope he will, too.'' "Well, if he hasn't a nerve," thought Morris, as he turned on his heel and was about to re-enter the house, when he stopped and turned around. "What ar e you going to do with that horse and wagon?" he asked his cousin "What do you think I bought it for? To look at it?" "You've gat to keep it somewhere, provided my father'Il let you keep it.'' "I don't think he'll have anything to say about it.'' "Why won't he? He's your guardilfu If he objects to you having that and wagon he can take it away fro you and sell it.'' "No, he can't.'' "Why not? W11at's to prevent him?" '-: I .... "That horse and wagon practically belongs to Mr. Fair: child until I bave paid him the $200 I owe him.'' "That's all rot. You're a minor and can't own noth ing." "That's just what I told you. The outfit belongs to Mr.

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ON 'I'HE SQUARE. 19 I Fairchild till it's pai.d for. l\laybc it won't be paid for till I A.lso, by arrangement, to any within a radimi I'm twenty-one," grmned Bob. of. s1x m ilc,; of N cw town and five miles of Bloomfield. Not being able to answer that argument, :Horris switch[ Charges moderate. ed back again. I Address, BOB KEANE, Newtown Postoffice. Where are you going to kcc p your rig?" "I'd like to keep the horse in our barn. I'm willing to I Duplicates of the above bill Bob tacked up in the "}Jay your father for the accommodation." j Bloomfield, Darlington and Highland postoffices before "Maybe he'd let you if you swapped horses wijh him," I night and gave an order to a Bloomfield printer for 250 grinned Morris. I circu lar s which he subsequently mailed to all the custom"That would suit me," said Bob. "I'll give him this ors of the late Mr. Hazen and to every farmer within the I animal for Bony and a year's rent of a sta ll in the barn." limits of his route. "You would?" He carried his first freight that afternoon-a dozen "I would." crates of strawberries and four crates of asparagus from r 111 tflll 11im what you said; but before anything is clone the Griswold farm to Highland station en route to New about it you'll have to prove that you didn't pay for the rig I York City. with MT. Shaw's money." At Highland he picked up a full load of general mer"I expect to be able to prove that in a week." 1 chandise for Bloomfield. "How will you?" I He stopped at his home in Newtown to have a talk with 11vir. Fai rchild probably return to Jordan's by that j his uncle about using the vacant stall next to Bony's in time." I the barn. "How co you know he will?" "I can't make no arrangements with you until it ha s anny, his daughter, told me so in a note she left at been settled whether you bought that outfit with Mr. Jo. rdan 's for me explaining the cause of their sudden de-[ Shaw's money or not; but you can use jt to-night if you parture." 1 want to. l\Iaybe the thing will be straightened up to Morris was satisfied in his own mind that Bob was bluffmorrow." 'ng, just as M was sure that Bob had taken the money "Where is Mr. Shaw?" which belonged to Mr. Shaw out of his pocket. l "He has gone to the hotel. Where are you takin' that "You say Mr. Fairchild loaned you $200?" went on.load you' got?" Morris. "To Bloomfield." "Yes." "Well, you can't expect Mrs. Cobb to save tea for you. "How long have you known him?" At any rate, I reckon she won't do no such thing." "I only met him once, and that was yesterday morning." "1 s hall have my supper in Bloomfield." "And you had the nerve to ask him for the loan or "You'll have to pay a quarter for it." $200 ?" "I expect to." "He offe ed to give me $500." "It's a was te of good money. Mrs. Cobb will get you ''What for?" somethin' to eat now if you'll give her that quarter. It's "Saving his daughter from possible death." only right it should come to us. Are you goin' to .turn "And you Tefused to take $500?" said Morris, increduover to me what you make?" lously. "Do you expect me to believe that?'" "We'll talk about that another time Uncle Silas." "I don't care whether you believe it or not," replied "I can look after any money you make better than you Bob, independently. can yourself. You don't want to forget that I'm your "Well, I don't," replied Morris, tartly, turning around guardian, and that if I think it's best to sell that horse and and entering the house. wagon that you claim to own the law will let me do it. CHAPTER XL BOB STARTS JN TO DO BUSINESS. !_Bob drove to the postoffice and took clown the "For Sale" notice put up in tire interest of Mrs. Hazen. In place of it he tacked up the following announcement, which he prepared in the store: KEANE'S EXPRESS. (:B,ormerly Hazen's.) 'I'he law is all on my side, so be careful that you don't get gay or somethin' might happen that you wouldn't like." Mr. Cobb's words evidently veiled a threat, the meaning of which Bob could not fail to understand. His uncle intended to assert his authority, if Bob was found to be the rightful owner of the express route. He intended to demand an accounting of t1ie business transacted each day, and would expect the boy to turn oycr to him every ce.nt he collected from his patrons. Of course Bob had no intention of yielding to any such On and after this 16th day of June the undersigned is arrangement. prepared to undertake the prompt delivery of all kinds of As he expected trouble, he decided to consult Mr. Shaw light cases, trunks, packagei:;, &c., between Highland and: on the subject, as that gentleman seemed to be friendly Bloomfield, inclu sive-two trips, morning and afternoon. l toward him.

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20 ON THE SQUARE. With this idea in view he stopped at the small hotel I only be a waste of time and energy to stay at Silas and inquired for him. Cobb's place I'd sooner pay my own way and get decent He learned that he had gone to Bloomfield on business. victuals and enough of them." The business that took Mr. Shaw to Bloomfield was After supper he hunted up a small room, which he en( r .nnected with the widow Hazen. gaged to rent by the week. Ile wanted to inspect the bills that the lady had re-He paid down $1 for the first week and took possession ccircd from Bob 0 it. He could identify his own missing bills, therefore if the He also found a p l ace where he could keep his horae and I bills paid by the boy for the express business were not the wagon cheap bills in question then Bob's story was true; if, on the eon-After an early breakfast at the restaurant he drove to trary, :Mr. Shaw recognized the bills received by Mrs. different places in Bloomfield looking for stuff to carry Hazen, then the boy had lied and he was guilty of the either to Highland or to places in the immediate neightheft. borhood. 'l'hat was Mr. Shaw's little plan by which he hoped to He caught two or three orders or nearby farms, and exonerate Bob, even if he failed to get a clue to his miss one for Newtown. ing $200. After delivering them he found a letter at the postoffice When the gentleman reached the Hazen cottage he was from a farmer whose place was a mile outside the village disappointed to find that the widow had gone to Pough asking him to call keepsie that afternoon to visit her brother. He drove out to the farm and found eight crates of berA young sister of Mrs. Hazen's was in charge of the I ries and several of vegetables that the farmer wanted house. delivered to the railroad company at Highland. "Did you see the money that Mrs Hazen received for Bob was glad to take the order and his price for cartage the sale of her late husband's express route?" was quite satisfactory to the shipper, who said he hoped "Yes, sir." / the boy would make the business pay. "Can you describe the bills to me?" The boy drove past the Cobb home without stopping "No, sir. All I remember is that there were four $50 and saw his u ncle Si las harnessing up Bony-to the wagon. bills, and I think one of them had the name Manhattan "I wonder where ?e's going?" Bob asked himself. National Bank on it. 'This information was by no means conclusive, but it had two points against Bob-first that the bills were $50 ones, and, seeond, that at lea.st one of them was on the Manhattan Niitional Bank. "When do you expect Mrs. Hazen back?" he inquired. "The day after to morrow." "Did she deposit the money in a savings bank before she went to Poughkeepsie?" "No, sir; she took the money with her. "It is a matter of the greatest importance that I should see those bills before she disposes of them. Can you tell me where she is stopping in Poughkeepsie?" The young woman gave her brother's address. Mr. Shaw thanked her and left. He immediately went to a telegraph office and sent a message to Mrs. Hazen, care of her brother. Bob arrived in Bloomfield before dark and delivered his l oad of freight He hatl done pretty well on his first day, and was de lighted with his success As soon as it became known that the express route was in the hands of a person who would conduct it along busi ness lines he was satisfied he would get all the carrying he could handle. Bob had his supper at a restaurant. While eating he studied over his business plans for the foture "If I'm going to carry out my running schedule as I have arranged it I've got to live at Bloomfield. It would CHAPTER XII. SILAS COBB'S 111ISSION. Silas Cobb was going to Bloomfield to call on the widow Hazen His errand was to find out if his nephew had really pa.id her $200 for the express route. He could not understand how the boy could have done this, as the results of Bob's presumed theft was in his own pocket. Still if it proved to be a fact it would substantiate his ward's story that he had received $225 : from Mr. Fairchild, though it would not, in his mind, relieve Bob of the guilt of having taken Mr. Shaw's $200. Sila l1ad received a curtain lecture from his wife the night before for not having insisted that Bob should be arrested and brought before the justice on the charge of stealing their visitor's money. Mrs. Cobb insisted that as long as the thief was at large, and the bills unrecovered, a certain onus would rest on the family. Mr. Shaw might privately think that one of the family, and not Bob, had stolen the money from him. Silas Cobb therefore was in no plea sant humor when he hitched up Bony and started for Bloomfield. When he arrived at the Hazen cottage he of course learned that Mrs. Hazen was in Poughkeepsie. He wanted to know when she would return home and was told she was expected the next day. Silas Cobb looked at Mrs. Hazen's sister thoughtfully.

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ON THE SQUARE. 21 "Do you know anything about the sale 0 the Hazen Express Route?" he asked her. "I know my sister sold it to a boy named Robert Keane yesterday morning," was the reply. "Do you know whether he paid her the $200 she asked, or whether she let him have it o n credit?" "He paid her the $200." "Did you see him pay her?" "Yes, sir." vidently Bob's story was true, then; but it was a puz zler to Mr. Cobb why the boy, with $200 honestly acquired in his pocket, should then deliberately steal another $200 for which he had no ,immediate use. Silas Cobb's attitude, taken in connecti o n with the visit of Mr. Shaw the preceding afternoon on a similar errand, somewhat alarmed the young woman. "Is there anything wrong about that money?" she in quired. "Why do you ask?" replied Mr. Cobb, who was not pre pared to say whether the money was right or not. "Because you are the second gentleman who has called about the matter." "The second gentleman!" ejaculated Silas, nervously. "Yes, sir." "Who was the other man?" "He said his name was Mr. Sh11:w. A shock went through the real estate man's frame. His visitor was evidently investigating the case on the quiet, and he didn't like to learn that. "What did he want to know about the matter?" he asked, eagerly. "Ee me to describe the bills my sister received from the boy. He said it was of the utmost importance that he should know before she let them out of her hands." "Did you describe them to him?" asked Mr. Cobb, anxiously. "Not very well, sir, as I had taken very little notice of them. All I could tell him was that there were four $50 bills--" "Yes, yes," said Silas eagerly "Four $50 bills What else?" "And that one of them bore the name of the Man-hattan National Bank." "Only one of them?" "I only noticed that one." "'rhen } iou couldn't say whether the other three were also on the same bank?" "No, sir." "You say Mrs. Hazen is in Poughkeepsie?" "Yes, sir." "If I went to Poughkeepsie do you think I cciuld see her?" "Did you, ahem! give her address to this Mr. Shaw? "Yes, sir. He asked for it. That was another shock to the real estate man. Mr. Shaw liad stolen a march upon him, nd he might already have seen the widow Hazen, or be even then o n his way to see her. He hastily took his leave of Mrs Hazen's sister with the intention of losing no time in going to Poughkeepsie. He hoped the lady had either banked the money or otherwise disposed of it, for he was more than ever an x ious that Bob should not be able to establish his innocence. If he found that Mrs. Hazen still had the bills about her, and had not yet seen Mr. Shaw, he would represent to her how foolish it was to carry so much money around and suggest that she bank them at once in Poughkeep sie. While he was following out this line of thought some evil spirit whispered a brand-new suggestion into his will ing ear. If Mrs Hazen had the four $50 bills, why couldn't he, while pretending to examine them, substitute the four $50 bills which he had taken from the boy's trowsers? He knew they were the biijs his late visitor had lost, for Mr. Shaw had described them perfectly, while he asserted that he had a record of their numbers in his memorandum book. Unless the widow's bills were new ones, which would block his little game, she would never notice the substitu tion. Then he would impress on her the necessity of retaining them in her possession by hinting strongly that the money was believed to have been stolen by the boy who bought the route and that the bills might have to be shown in court. "It's a splendid scheme," said Silas to himself, rubbing his skinny hands together with great satisfaction "It's a splendid scheme, and I'll work it if she has the bills and Mr. Shaw hasn't' yet called upon her. It will relieve me of the risk of getting rid of four bills which can be identified, while at the same time it will fasten the guilt on that young rascal." It was a contemptible piece of business, though worthy of such a man as Silas Cobb. The only excuse for it he could have offered was that he honestly believed Bob had stolen the money in the flr3t place and ought to be punished for his crime He was simply aiding justice to accomplish its rightiul mission. As Mr. Cobb drove down Main street in Newtown, be fore stopping at his home to inform hi 8 \rife that he was bound for Poughkeepsie on important business, he thought he would stop at the hotel and see if he could get a line on Mr. Shaw's movements that morning. He found that the gentleman had left the hotel afte r breakfast without leaving word as to where he was going. "I will give you my brother's address and you could call there. I am sure you would find her." "Very well; let me have it." '.Mr. Cobb wrote the direction down in his notebook. "He's surely gone to Poughkeepsie to see that woman,'' gritted the real estate man uueasily. "I'm afraid he'll get there before I will. In that case my little scheme will

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22 ON THE SQUARE. go to waste. It's a shame to think that that boy may be able to evade the consequences he so richly deserves." With this charitable feeling toward his nephew in his heart he drovon. CHAP'rER XIII. A FIGHT TO A FINISH. Bob Keane picked up several more crates of berries on his road to Highland, where he turned his load over to the raiiroad company for shipment to New York. He then drove around the neighborhood and found that there would be nothing in his line until the afternoon. "I s'pose I ought to return empty to Bloomfield in order to follow out my schedule, but I don't like the idea of doing that. I guess rn let the schedule slide to-day. I'm hardly started yet in the business. I think I'd better run over to Poughkeepsie and see if I can't drum up some trade among those people who sell goods to the Bloomfield merchants. It will fill in tiijle, and perhaps widen the scope of my operations." Bob obtained permission to put his horse and wagon in a nearby shed till he returned from across the river. It was about this time that Silas Cobb drove into High land. He put his team up at a small stable and walked down to the landing. As he was crostiing the tracks near the station he came face to face with Bob. When one contemplates inflicting an injury on another person his feelings towards his victim is not usually of a very pleasant ld.nd. It was so with Mr. Cobb. He was on the road to Poughkeepsie with the express purpose of trying to fasten the guilt 0 the $200 theft on his nephew, and in so doing he was trying to persuade himself that he was performing a duty that he owed to the community. "Let no guilty man escape," was his motto. He was satisfied Bob was guilty, therefore the boy ought t0 be exposed and punished. He had also worked himself up to the fever pitch of righteous indignation over Bob's action in buying out the express route without first consulting him. The boy clearly proposed to break loose from his guid ing strings. He had as good as said that he was tired of the way things were going, and meant to alter them to suit him self. This was rank rebellion, and Mr. Cobb did not propose to stand or it. He had no objection to Bob running the route if he handed all his receipts over to him; but it looked very much as though his nephew had no intention of doing this. The boy had actually squandered money on a supper, Lreakfm;t and bed at Bloomfield when he ought to have come home and paid that money over to him (Cobb). Bob had carried a big load of stuff from Highland tion to Bloomfield, not to speak of the crates of berries which Mr. Cobb had learned that he carried from the Gris wold farm to the station; therefore the boy must have a tidy sum of money in his clothes at the present moment which he would undoubtedly squander on more dinners, suppers and breakfasts, as well as beds, unless h\s legal guardian stepped in and prevented such a sacrile e. Mr. Cobb therefore was fully resolved to lie in wait for the boy, after he returned home from Pqughkeepsie, and get whatever money Bob had in his. pockets away from him. And he proposed to repeat that process on subsequent occasions if his nephew managed to keep out of jail. If Bob still persisted in living away from home, ana hid his money, then Mr. Cobb proposed to take the horse an wagon away from him ancl sell it, as he understood he had a perfect right to do. Silas. Cobb was tl1inking of his designs on his nephew at the very moment he ran into him at the station. His face wore a savage look, the very intensity of which startled the boy. The encounter was a surprise to both, but did not pre vent Mr. Cobb from grasping Bob by the collar and drag ging him into the waiting-room of the station. "Now, you young villain," exclaimed Mr. Cobb, "I want you to give an account of yourself. Why didn't you come home last night?" "Because it was more convenient for my business to stay at Bloomfield," answered the boy, who then jerked himself out 0 his uncle's hands and retreated to tlae other side of a small table covered with time-tables, and on which also stood a fair-sized package. "It was, eh?" roared the now thoroughly aroused real estate man. "Well, I want you to understand that I won) t have no such didoes as that. You had to spend somethin' for a bed and for your supper, as well as for your break fast this mornin', didn't you?" "I did," replied Bob, calmly. "A rank waste of good money," groaned the miserly old man. "You would have saved all that by comin' home. How much did it cost you?" "I paid $1 for a room--" "One dollar for a room!" howled Mr. Cobb, dismayed at what he considered the extravagant price. "Not for one night, but for a whole week," replied Bob, feeling almost like laughing at the expression on his guar dian's face. "Do you mean to tell me that you hired a room for a week?" "Yes, sir." "Then when you return to Bloo!llfield this afternoon you'll go right. back to that place and tell them to refund you the re:>t of the money, as you don't intend to stay there no more.'-'

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ON THE SQUARE. 23 "But I do intend to stay there right along," answered., "You refused $500 !" gasped his guardian, hardly be-Bob st urdily. lieving the evidence of his senses. "Don't tell me what you're goin' to do, you young ras cal. You'll do as I say, d'ye understand? I'm your guar dian, and what I say goes." Bob thought it wise to make no reply to this outburst. "You brought a load of fruit and vegetables to town yeste rday, and took back a big load of general stuff, didn't you?" "That's right," nodded the boy. "You might just as well tell the truth, for I know all about what you're doin'," said Mr. Cobb, nodding his head energetica-lly. "Well, you got paid for your haulin', didn t you?" "I did." ''And you've got the money in your pocket now, haven't you, l ess what you squandered on your stomach and a bed?" "Yes, sir," replied Bob, truthfully. "How much money have you got now?" Bob pulled out a roll of bills and began to count them. Mr. Cobb's eyes fairly stuck out of his head as he watched the boy. He seemed !o be fairly made of .money. He couldn't wait for Bob to count the money, but gasp ed out hungrily: "You didn't get all that money for carryin' stuff yesterday." "No, sir." "Then where did you get it? Have you been robbin' some other man, you villain?" ('No, sir I haven't robbed anyone so far that I know of." "You stole that $200 from Mr. Shaw, and I know you did." "You seem very sure about it." "I You tucked it away in your pants' pocket after you took it, and if it hadn't been for--'' Then Mr. Cobb shut up like a clam, for he suddenly realized he was saying too much. ''If it, hacln't been for what, Uncle Silas?" asked the !Joy, eying him strange ly. "None of your business. Yon stole the money, but we haven't yet been able to prove it ag'in you. P'raps we will before l ong," shaking his head, meaningly. "I never stole a dollar from anyone in my life," as "I did. I don't take pay for s uch a service as I ren dered him." "But you said yesterday that he gave you $200, and that you spent it for that express route." "He loanc d me $200. It was only on those terms I would accept the money." Mr. Cobb looked at Bob as if he was some new species of the human family. This boy had actually refused to accept $500 as a gift, but had accepted $200 as a loan. It was simply incomprehensible to him. The sig11t of the roll of bills in Bob's hand, however, recalled his thoughts to the business in hand. "Hand over that money to me," he said, sharply, reach ing across the table with the talon-like fingers in all eag erness to grasp it. Bob drew back and returned the bills to his pocket. "I'm going to use a good part of that money to buy a suit of clothes," he said. "You're go in' to do nothin' of the kind. You don't want no clothes." "I need them all right. I'm using my best suit now for every day." "You won't use them no longer than you get home to night. You'll put on your other clothes. What d'ye think Mrs. Cobb would say if s he knowed you was wrastlin' with boxes and packages and crates with them best clothes of yours?" "I don't care what she'd say. Thi s s uit is n-0ne too good for every day." "Are you goin' to hand that money over to me, or shall I take it from you?" demanded Silas Cobb, fiercely, mak ing a move to get around the table. "I don't think eithe r will happen," re.torted Bob, rather defiantly. "You don't, eh? Then I'll show you, you young villain!" With that Mr. Cobb, with unusual agility, sprang around the ta'ble after the boy. Bob had no idea of being caught, so he made a dash to escape around the other end of the table. He would easil y have got away if he hadn't stumbled. Before he could recover himself his uncle had him by the collar once more. "Lt me go, Uncle Silas cried Bob, backing up against the side of the table. serted Bob, indignantly. "I'll let you go when I've got that money," replied Mr. "I don't intend to argue tl1e matter with you h ere. I Cobb, in a tense tone, trying to get his disengaged hand want to know now where you got all that money." into the boy's pocket. "Mr. Faj.rchilcl made me a present of most of it-$25 I Bob was alarmed for the ,thirty odd dollarn he posin fact-to buy a suit oi' clothes.M [ sessed, for he knew if his guardian once got his fingers "He did?" with a sneer. "Seems to me Mr._ Fairchild [on it he inight as well say good-by to it. is uncommonly liberal with his money, especially to you." While he was quite willing to concede his uncle's legal "Re is a liberal man," replied Bob, warmly. "He of-I right to take care of his money, he did not care to let him fered me $500 for saving his daughter, but .r refused it." l rnjoy that right if he could prevent it.

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24 ON THE SQUARE. It might be law for his guardian to take his property, CHi\PTER XIV. but under the circumstances it would not be justice. CAUGHT IN HIS OWN TRAP. So he put up a mighty game fight in its defence. A number of people were attracted to the waiting-room He did not intend to go back and live at Mr. Cobb's or the station by the racket. home, from past experience he knew only too well The owner of' the broken lamp was so mad that he had what kind of treatment he might expect to receive there. very little mercy on the hapless real estate man. Ever since he came under the Cobb roof-tree he had He started to drag him to the s tation doo.r when seve ral been half-fed and half-clothed, in spite of the fact that of the newcomers interfered, s aying that it was a s hame he was he 'ir to $10,000. for a big man like him to intimidate a small person like That programme would be continued in the event that Mr. Cobb, who looked pale and frightened. yielded to his uncle's demands; but he didn't intend "But look at my lamp!" exclaimed the irate man. "A to yield. $20 lamp gone to blazes, and all this man's fault." To maintain himself in independence he needed money. "No, no!" whined Silas Cobb. "It wasn't my fault. It If Mr. Cobb deprived him of that he would be helpless. I was the boy's." Therefore he fought tooth and nail to prevent him "What boy?" asked several. "There's no boy here." from doing so. "He ran away after pushing the table over." Silas Cobb was equally determined to have his own way. "You mean after yuu pushed him against the table," The sight of so much money in 11is nephew's hands had growled the man whose lamp had been smashed "Are :roused his cupidity to the boiling point. you going to pay for that lamp, or are you not?" he cried, He would have it if he half-choked the boy in order to threateningly. get it. Silas would sooner have risked a beating than have Mr. Cobb was not a very powerful man, as he was small parted with one of his darling dollars. and spare in statue; but when his passions were aroused, Seeing an opening in the small crowd, he made a sudas on the present occasion, he a dangerous opponent den break for the door. for a boy like Bob. 1 "Stop him roared the man, starting in pursuit. The boy's back was against the table, and in his desper-No one, however, made any attempt to stop Mr. Cobb, ate efforts torelease himself he had doubled himself up who flew for the ferryboat, which was on the point of under it. pulling out. When Mr. Cobb bent down to get at his pocket, Bob He succeeded in reaching her just in time to get aboard, tried to squirm out of his grasp, and when he discovered while the big man was shut out. that he couldn't do that he tried to rise up, whereupon Shaking with fear, he made his way to the o the r end of his uncl e gave him a violent shove, which resulted in un-the boat, and there he remained until the boat reachea fortunate consequences-the table tipped over and every -the other side of the river and glided into her slip, when thing upon it slipped off on the floor. he went ashore, and walked up the street, much r e lieved 'l'h'is so far as the time-tables were concerned amounted to know that he had shaken off his formidable antagonist. to nothing; but the package, which had been on He consulted his notebook for the address of the house the table, was a horse another color. where Mrs Hazen was stopping, and then asked a police It struck the boards with a crash, split open, and spread man he met to direct him to the street. the fractured parts of an elegant table lamp for several The officer pointed out a street car and told him to take ieet around. I that and ask the conductor to let him off at the nearest At that moment the owner of the package appeared on corner to the street mentioned. the scene. I He followed these directions to the letter, as he was a He saw th e ruin of hi s property and fairly gasped with very careful man, and in a short time he was ringing the rage. I bell at the address given him. He was a big man, too, and consequently presented a r1 It happened that at the time 1vfr. Cobb came up the formidable appearance. steps Mrs. Hazen was engaged with another visitor-Rus hing forward he seized Mr. Cobb, who had let go of namely, Mr. Ken wick Shaw. Bob. by the arms and shook him violently, as a terrier I Mr. Shaw had come over on the boat ahead of 'the real might a rat. estate man; consequently be reached Mrs. Hazen's broth "What do you mean by upsetting that table and break' er's abode half an hour ahead of Mr. Cobb. ing my lamp?" he demanded furiously of the real estate He explained his mission to the widow, and a s she still man. had the bills in her possession that she bad rel!eived from "I-I--" gasped the frightened Silas. Bob Keane, she got them for Mr. Shaw to look a "Pav m e for it at once or I'll hand you over to an offi-He saw at once, and to his credit we will say w uch to cer. Pay m e twenty dollars instantly, or to jail you go." his satisfaction, that the four fifties were not the bill s he Bob took advantage of the situation to make good his had lost. escape. One of them was on the Manhattan N atiorial; of New

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l 1 l e e t e l, e l-o, if 1, n : d t. ;e e -;;:e st a ue 11e al h-ill to he O N THE SQUARE. York; the others on dlfferen t banks of cities-the most noticeable being the First N ational'"' of Albany on account of the red cross on its back. The widow had Wl;\tch' ed the exami nation of the bills with some anxiety. "Is there anything the matter with this mo n ey, sir?" she asked, nervously. "No, madam, the bills are perfectly good The fact of the matter is that four $50 bills were stolen from me, and the boy who paid this money to you was accused of the theft. I came here to see if I could identify those bills as the ones I lost. Though I really can't afford to lose $200, still I am bound to say that I am glad those are not my bills, for I have taken a liking to young Keane, and I would not like to discover that he really was the thief. He says he got the bills he gave you from a rich gentle man named Fairbanks, to whom he rendered a signal ser vice, and it seems evident that he told the truth. "I remember he told me that he saved the life of the gentleman's daughter," said Mrs. Hazen. "That's quite true, madam. He is a brave lad, and an enterprising one, too. I am very much obliged to you for your kindness in permitting me to look at these bi'ils," he said, banding them back to her. "I will now take my leave." As he rose to go he happened to glance out of the win dow, and to his great astonishment he saw Silas Cobb walking up the steps to the front door "What has brought him here?" Mr. Shaw asked himself. "It must be that he, too, has come to get a look at these bills . If he expects to criminate his nephew with them he"II be greatly mistaken. Madam," he said, turn ing to the widow, who was about to answer the ring, "if I mistake not this visitor has come on the same errand as myself. As he is the boy's uncle, and not favorably dis posed to him, I should like to be present at your inter view with him, but without his knowledge Th. e widow hesitated, but finally pointed to the tapestry curtains which separated the little parlor from the room beyond. -"You may stand behind those, sir. I trust I am doing right in permitting you to do this." "You may place every confidence in me, madam," said Mr. Shaw, hurrying to conceal himself. A moment or two later the widow ushered Silas Cobb into the parlor. "My name is Cobb, ma'am-Silas Cobb, of Newtown." The widow bowed and asked her visitor to be seated. "I have called in relation to the sale of your late husband's express business to my nephew, Robert Keane. You see,.ma'am, the night before you sold the horse and wagon to him a visitor I had stoppin' at my house was robbed of four $50 bills. He slept in the same room with the boy, and Mrs. Cobb and me is afeard that our nephew took the money out of his clothes, for it can't be found nowhere about the room. It is a very suspicious circum stance, ma'am, that next mornin' the boy goes to you and lmys your husbahd's business for the identical sum that the gentleman lost." The widow acknowledged that the circumstance looked suspicious. "What is the name of the gentleman who lost the money?" "His name, ma'am, is Kenwick Shaw. He ain't bee n here, has he, to look at the bills?" This was somewhat of an embarrassing question for the widow to answer under the circumstances, and in order to avoid answering it she pretended to sec something out of the window. When she returned to her chair, Mr. Cpbb did not repeat the question, much to her relief, taking it for granted that Mr. Shaw had not yet showed up. "I hope your nephew uidn't steal the money," she said, with apparent concern. "I'm afraid, ma'am, that he did," said Mr. Cobb, with a solemn look. "It is very sad to think that a, boy o his, I might almost say, tender years, should be guilty of such a wicked deed. Mrs. Cobb and me have brought him up with the best of care; but it ain't our fault if he has turned out bad He is a most ungrateful boy, and I reckon ingratitude is the worst sin on the calendar Have you got them bills the boy paid you, Mrs. Hazen?" "Yes, sir. Do you wish to examine them?" "Yes, ma'am; I shall look upon it as a favor if you will let me see them. The widow produced them from her pocketbook. "I suppose you have examined these bills carefully, ma'am, and know what banks they're on?" asked the wily old miser, as he adjusted his glasses upon his nose "No, sir; I only looked at the figures." "Hum!" ejaculated Mr. Cobb; spreading out the bills on his knee. Would you mind raising that blind a bit, ma'am?" Mrs. Hazen complied with his request, and the instant her back was turned the artful old rascal quickly substi tuted the four stolen fifties for the ones the widow had received from Bob. He made the change in a pretty slir.ik manner, but as the concealed Mr. Shaw was looking di r ectly at him when he did it he saw the whole thing. "So," muttered the gentleman behind the curtains, "it i0 just as I suspected JUr. Cobb was the thief himself, and is now trying to fix the guilt on his ward. The con temptible rascal! It is mighlty lucky for both Bob and myself that I managed to anticipate Mr. Cobb's visit here." "Well, ma'am, I can't say positively that these are the identical bills that Mr. Shaw lost," said Silas, hypocriti cally; "but I believe they are. However, I dare say gentleman himself will be over here shortly and will be able to identify them perfectly. In the interests of jus tice, ma'am, you must hold them for the present. If my nephew should be arrested, as I consider probable, these bills will have to be produced in court." _..

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26 ON THE SQUARE. "But I wish to change one of these bills' to-day. I want to use the money," she said. "You must not tlo it, ma'am. It might enable my nephew to escape his just deserts." "You seem anxious to have the boy punished," said the widow, in an indignant tone. "I should think that, as his uncle, you would rather wish to screen him." "Justice must be done, ma'am, the heavens fall," said :Mr. Cobb, sanctimpniously. "Well, sir, I must say that Robert Keane does not look like a thief. I think you may find that you are wrong fully suspecting him." "I think not, ma'am. The evidence all points to him. It will be conclusive if them bills he paid you are the same ones that Mr. Shaw lost." "I hope the really guilty person will be discovered," said Mrs. Hazen. "I hope so, ma'am, with all my heart," coincided Silas Cobb. "You shall have your wish, Mr. Cobb," said Mr. Shaw, stepping from behind the curtains. "I accuse you of the theft of my $200, and I think I shall have no difficulty in bringing the matter home to you." <1 .... "How do you know they are different?" "Because they are all on the one bank, while those I showed you were on different banks, and one of them had a cross in red ink on it. I don't understand--" "Of course you don't understand, ma am, because you didn't see the bit of sleight-of-hand that this man per formed when .)'OU went to raise the blind at his request. He substituted four other bills for the four you received from Bob Keane, and the four he substituted are the four that were stolen from me in his house." "It's a lie," whined Mr. Cobb. "Is it? Mrs. Hazen, I 'pnt you to witness the fact that I identify the four bills that you now hold as the four that belong to me, and to make the id entification com plete," taking his memorandum book from his pocket, "I will read off running numbers on each of those bills/' Whereupon he read the numbers, at the same time re questing the. widow to note if the numbers he read corre sponded with those on the bills, and she admittGd that they did in each particular. "Now, Mr. Cobb, you will please produce the four bills that Hazen showed you when you asked her to let you exam in e the bills that your nephew paid her for the express route." .. 1 :CHAPTER XV. JN DER MH. SHA w's TBUM:B. Silas Cobb, though driven hard and fast into a corner, clid not want Lo comply. To say that 8ilas :vas _Paralylled by the un"lf you don't clo as 1 say 1 will seml for a policeman expected appearance of his late vIS1tor would not exagd 1 d d t t ,, gerate the Hituation. an pace you un er imme rn e arres . I Mr. Cobb then brought' forth the bills, and Mrs. Hazen He stared at Mr. 8haw with open mouth and :;Larbng 1 t'fi d th tl I 1 cl cl f B b I 1c en i e em as 1e ones s te ia receive rom o eyes. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could I h.eane. 11ot utter a sound to save his life. "Now, Mr. Cobb," said Mr. Shaw, "what have you to Mr. Shaw regarded the miserly old man with silent con1 say for yourself?" tempt for a moment or two, then he spoke, while the "I didn t your money," he sa i d in quavering t o nes. \Vidow Hazen looked at them both witli surprised a ttcn"1 took them bills of yours from my nephew's pockets on tion. the night you was robbed.': "You're a nice man to be the guardian of a decent boy, upon my word you are. You ought to be arrested for con spiracy in attempting to fasten the crime of theft upon an innocent lad. However, I shall have you arrested for stealing my $200, J.nd I think that will answer just as well." "What-what!" gasped Silas Cobb, turning white and trembling in every limb. "Have me arrested for stealin' your money?" "Most decidedly." "You're crazy!" "Am I?" smiled Mr. Shaw, sardonically. "Mrs. Hazen, w'ill you please look at those bills you hold in your hand and tell me if they are the same ones you showed me a little while ago?" The widow, who had no suspicion of the substitution so cleverly accomplished by Mr. Cobb while her back was turned, obeyed Mr. Shaw's request with some surprise. "Why, no," she replied, much astonished. "These are different bills." "That's a very pretty story, indeed,'' replied }fr. S1rnw, incredulously. "Do yon think a jury would beli eve tnat in the face of the circumstantial evidence against you? Not on your life." "But it is the truth!" cried l\lr. Cobb, so earnest l y that his accuser decided to ask him to explain his side of foe case. Then l\lr. Cobb, with many protestations of his inno cemc, told his story as the reader knows it. Mr. Shaw listened to it p atiently, and felt that the man might be telling the truth. "You say you took those bills from Bob Keane's trow?" he asked. "I did." "How do yon know that those trowsers belonged to your nephew? Might they not have been your son's trow sers? The boys were sleeping together, and their clothes were not far apart." Silas Cobb was not a little startled at this suggestion. Such a contingency had not occurred to him befor.e.

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0 -:S ON THE SQUARE. 27 "My son wouldn't steal your money," he repli ed, dog gedly. "How do you know he wouldn 't?" asked Mr. Shaw, s hortly. "Are you willing to go into court and swear that tho s e trowser s you handled were your nephew's?" Mr. Cobb hemmed and hawed, and finally admitted that he couldn t s wear to that fact. "Your s on i s th e guilty on e you can take my word for it. I saw him looking at me when I was counting the mon ey, whil e Bob Keane seemed to be asleep It s e ems plain to me just how the cas e is. Your son s tole my money an d put it in hi s trows e r s inte nding to hid e it in the 1 morning. Afte r he fell a s leep you came up stairs a s you h a v e describ e d went to the boys' bed, picked up th e wron g trowser s found the money you suppo s ed Bob had received fro m Mr. Fairc hild, and c arried it away with you. On lhe stre n gth of that y ou hav e b e liev e d your neph e w guilty. Why didn t you tell me all thi s in the mornin g ; th e n thi s troubl e would have b e en avoid ed. No, y ou thou ght you :;aw th e c han c e to keep m y $200 yourself by throwin g s n spiciol1 o n y our n e ph ew. But th e mos t cont e mptible p art of al1 i s your act o f c alling h e r e on Mr s Haz e n for tl1c purpose of c h a n g ing the bill s so that whe n I sa w th e m l a t e r I would naturall y id entify th e m a s the one s I los t. Fortunately, I was ah e ad of you, and y our miserable Be:h e m e bas r e act e d upon yours elf." Sila s Cobb was ove rw]iclm e d b y the s ituation he now found himsel f in. "What are you goin' to do about your $200 (" he ni;;ked, sulkily. "That depends on yourself. l you make no further trouble for Bob I'll agree to let the whole matter drop jus t where it i s I have m y money back. I'll let you make your commi s sion on the farm, which I have about decided to buy, and no one outside of Bob, Mrs. Hazen and myself will b e a ny wis er a s to your conduct in this matt. er. Is that a bargain?" Much again s t his will, Sila s Cobb agreed to the condi tion. "For f e ar you might change your mind I'm going to hav e all these bills' fully identified before a notary, and I s hall als o tak e a s worn statement of the circumstances from Mr s Haz e n. I guess that will hold you down pretty tig ht. I think that i s all now, so we will not detain you any longer." Mr. Cobb took up hi s hat, and, without a word, left the house a s adder and wiser m a n than he entered it. H e proceeded s traight to the ferry and boarded a boat for Hi g hland. CHAPTER XVI. THE SU C CE S S OF AN HONEST BOY. Bob K e an e r e ached Poughk e ep s ie on the boat ahead. of S!la s Cobb, a nd imm e diately started to .look up the few c u stome r s who had o ccas ionally patroniz e d the late Mr. Hazen 's c ountr y e xpress. Th e boy inte rvi e w e d the m all, and impressed them with H e look e d a s m e an a s h e felt, and had nothing to s ay h' J f his bus iness-like ways a nd progressive idea s rn 1 s own cie e nce. . n "N 1 k 1 -.1r C bl 1 . t 1 t lk H e recelVe d e nou g h e ncouragement to feel satisned that .r ow 0 0 -rnr e l n r. 0 J, m gom g 0 1avc a a 1 . 1 } d b t d ti B b l It' 1. t u s tnp a c ross tie nve r ia not een was e w1 1 o \.e an e s my opm1on u e s no ove ra n x ious I . t } t' 1 a cl' t 1 ft Th e ferry boat was on the pomt of leavmg her slip for o iav e ) ou c on mu e i1s o uai ian-cer am y a e r y our1 Hi a h l a nd whe n Bob ru s hed on board. present condu ct, J tl1mk y ou a r e a n unfit p e r son to have 0 h f h t If I :find b 11 d d t In h1s e agerness to r e a c h the front of the boat he began c at r1g e 0 f 1 8 propeJr Y t 1 l e 1h s real Y 01 pu s hin g hi s way through the crowd at the entrance to the c u oose rum y ou, am gomg o 1 e p im c o so. b' 1 men s c a m. "You c an t do nothin "," s narled the real e s tate man. 1 It some time s happens that "the mol'e haste the less hi s ,, g uardian accord in' to law, and I'm to s p e ed." rnam so. ; It was s o in the present case. "Now jus t li s ten to r e a s on a moment, Mr. Cobb. All' In hi s hurry Bob didn t notice that somebody had laid Bob will h ave to do i s to petition the Probate Court to a small heavy japanned box on the deck. r emove y o u a s his guardian and appoint another. He can His foot caught on it and he stumbled headlong against m ake hi s own selection, and if the Court approves of the a small, s par e old man whose back was toward him. per s on h e will be appointed in your place. I have no doubt "I beg your pardon," b e gan Bob, as he picked himself but Mr. F air c hild, being grateful to the boy for s aving his up. "I didn't--" daughter, will accept the tmst, and he is evidently a Then he s topped short agha s t, for he was face to face prope r p e r s on, you will have to admit." with the one man of all others he least desired to meet at Mr. Cobb remained silent and dejected. that moment-his guardian, Silas Cobb. H e was no fool, and easily perceived the force of Mr. "You young ra scal!" exclaimed his miserly relative. Shaw' s r e marks : "You did that on purpose. You want to kill me, you But it was a terrible blow to him to contemplate giving little villain!" up the profits he was earning out of the boy. He looked s o a g gressive and sour that Bob thought it He w ante d to fight again s t it tooth and nail, but Mr. was the part of wis dom to get out of his way. Sliaw h a d him where the hair was short and could exp6s e A s li e drew back Silas made a grab at him, with some him to the contempt of the community in which he lived purpose in hi s mind. if he oppos ed the plan. 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28 ON THE SQUARE. for the trouble in the station waiting-room, turned as quick as a flash an,d darted back the same way he had come. Silas Cobb, eane upraised, followed in full chase. The boat bad already started out of the slip, but Bob, measuring the intervening space with his eye, took a flying leap and landed safely with both feet on the dock. Mr. Cobb stood behind the iron guard rail and shook his cane at the boy as the boat receded from the dock; but Bob didn't mind that exhibition for a cent now that his guardian reach him. The boy bung around the neighborl10od until the boat returned from Highland, when he boarded her and in due time reached the other side of the river; Before he landed he cast a wary eye around, thinking his uncle might be on the watch for him. He saw no sign of him and hurried ashore. He went to the place where he had left his horse and drove to the store, the owner of which had engaged him to take a load of furniture to a house on the suburbs of Bloomfield. The employees of the establishment loaded the stuff on his wagon .in the. most approved fashion that would eeono mize space, Bob started for his destination in .,J. 91 ...... good spirits. Before he had gone very far he was overtaken by '.Mr. Shaw, who was driving a rig which he had hired in Newtown . The gentleman told Bob that the stolen money matter had been fully cleared up, that he had got bis $200 back, but he would enter into no explanation just then. J,[e made an engagement with the boy to call on him at the hotel in Newtown that evening, when he said he would make everything clear to him. After Bob had had his supper he walked in to Newtown te keep his engagement. He went up to Mr. Shaw's room and heard all about what had happened in Poughkeepsie. "Now, Bob," said Mr. Shaw, "do you wish to xemain under Mr. Cobb's control?" "No, sir," the boy, emphatically. "He threat ened to-day to take my horse and wagon away from me and sell it unless I gave him every cent I took in." "Th.en I will asi;ist you in the matter of a new guar dian When do you expect to see Mr. Fairchild?" "I expect he and his daughter will return to Jordan's in a week." "Then we will let the thing stand until we can speak to him about it. I am sure he will take a great interest in your future welfare." Four days later Mr. Fairchild and Fanny came back to the farm house, and the girl welcomed Bob like a brother, and as the truest of : friends Bob introduced Mr. Shaw to Mr. Fairchild, and then ithe lad's future was fully discussed, with the result that at the next session of the Probate Court Silas Cobb was re-moved and Mr. William Fairchild appointed Bob's guar dian, a ehange that the boy relished greatly. Keane's Express Route acquired an enviable reputation and became a very profitable business under Bob' s skilful management, so much so indeed that he had to put a second wagon on before the summer was over, which wago was driven by Dan Griswold, who preferred that work to farming. Bob purchased Bony from Mr. Cobb,. :fed him up and made a new horse out o:f him, and we have no doubt the animal felt an equine gratitude to the boy as long as he lived. During the ensuing winter Bob arranged with Dan to carry on the route for him, for one wagon could attend to all the carrying during cold weather. Bob himself went to New York and attended school there. He lived at the Fairchild home near Central Park until late in the spring, when the increasing bus iness of l:iis express route called him back to Ulster County. That summer Fanny spent altogether at Jordan 's s o as to be near the boy she had learned to think a great deal of. This is Bob's third season with his express, an he is doing finer than ever, having quite a comfortable bank account in Bloomfield. He is eighteen years old, and a fine, handsome young man. Fanny is proud to be seen in his company, and thinks there is not another boy in the world who can hold a candle to him. Unless she should change her mind in the near future it seems pretty certain that Bob will eventually handle a big share of the Fairchild money through Fanny. Bob is a splendid example of a progre ssive and ambi tious American boy, who has got ahead by attending strictly to business and always acting on the square. THE END. Read "AFTER A FORTUNE; OR, THE PLUCK IEST BOY IN THE WEST," which will be the next number (52) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the conies . you order by return mail.

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These Books Tell You Everything! .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENOYOLOPEDIA Eacb book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound In an attractive; illustrated cover. Most of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that any child. can thoroug'hly undecsta11.d them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjects mention ed. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY 1'HREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE <;:ENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism ; al s o how to cure all kinds of dis eases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracing all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks with ii lustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO 1<:0RTY TRICKS WI'DH CARDS. deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading conjurors and magicians. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most apMAGIC. proYed methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The gN!at book of magic and a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leaaing card tricks and the k ey for telling character by the bumps on the head. By of the day, also most popular magical illusions as performed by Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illustrated. our: mag1cmns; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, HYPNOTISM as it Wlll both amuse and instruct. N 8 No .. 22. HOW TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sight Jo. 3. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Contain ing valuable and inexplamed b)'. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how structive information re. garding the science of hypnotism. Also the secret dialogues were carrie
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THE STAGE. No. 41. THl!J BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a gccat va1iety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little boQk. No .. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER. a varied of ,;tump speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end men s Jokes. Just the thing for home amusement and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK l\IINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKE BOOK.-Something new and v e ry instructive. Every boy should obtain this book, as it contains full instructions for or-ganizing an amateur minstrel troupe. No. 65. M ULDOON'S JOKES.-This is one of the most original joke books ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence l\Iuldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should e>btain a copy imm e diately. No. 79. HOW TO BECOl\IEl AN ACTOR.-Containing complete instructions how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager Prompte r Scenic Artist and Property !\Ian. By a prominent Stage l\Ianager'. No. 80. GUS WILLIAl\IS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat est jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular Uerman comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 16. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing full instructions for constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. '.rhe most complete book of the kind ever pub lished. No. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking e ver published. It. contains. recip e s for cooking m eats fish, game, and oysters ; also pies, puddmgs, cakes and all kinds of pastry1 and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular cooks. No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for ever.ybody, boys, girl s m e n and women; it will teach you how to make almost anything around the house, su c h as parlor orname n t s brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. BOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A de scription of the wonc.lerful us e s of ele ctricity and ele ctro magnetism; together with full i nstructions for making Electric Toys, Batte ri e s, etc. By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty il-lustrations. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.-Con taining fnJI Jirectiohs for making el ectrical machine s, induction coils, dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. No. 67. HOW '.l'O DO ELEC'l'RICAL TRICKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive nnd highly amusing electrical tricks, together with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 31. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containirig fo teen illustrations, giving the different positions requisite to become a good speaker, r eader and elocutionist. Also containing gems from a!J the popular of prose and poetry, arranged in the most simple and concise manner p o ssible. No. 49. HOW TO DEBA'.rE.-Giving rules for conducting de bates, outhnes for. qu_estions for discussion, and the beR sources for procurmg mformat1on on the questions e;iven. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-'.rhe arts and wiles of flirtation are f.ul!y by this little book. Besides the various methods of liar.
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THE LIBERTY BOYS OF A Weekly Magazine containing Stories of the American Revolution. By HARRY MOORE. These stories are based on actual facts and give a faithful account of the exciting adventures of a brave band of American youths who were always ready and willing to imperil their lives for the sa.ke of helping along the gallant cause of Independence. Every number will consist of 32 large pages pf matter, bound in a beauti ful colored cover. LATEST ISSUES: 265 The Liberty Boys' !l'errlble ll'rlp : or, On !rime In Spite of Everything. 228 The Liberty Boys' Best Act; or, The Capture of Carlisle. 266 The Liberty Boys' Setback; or, Beset by Redcoats, Redskins, and 229 'Ihe Liberty Boys on the Delaware; or, Doing Daring Deeds. Tories. 230 The Liberty Boys' Long Race ; or, Beating the Redcoat& Out. 267 The Liberty Boys and the Swede ; or, The Scandinavian Recruit. 231 'l'he Liberty Boys Dec eived; or, Dick Slater' s Double. 268 'Ihe Liberty Boys' "Best Licks"; or, Working Hard to Win. 232 'l'he Liberty Boys' Boy Allies; or, Young, But Dangerous. 269 The Liberty Boys at Rocky Mount; or, Helping General Sumter. 233 'l'he Lib erty Boys' Bitter Cup; or, Beaten Back at Brandywine. 270 The Liberty Boys and the Regulators; or, Running the Royalists 234 The Liberty Boys' Alliance; or, The Reds Who Helped. to Cover. 235 The Liberty Boys on the War-Path; or, After the Enemy. 271 The Liberty Boys after Fenton; or, The Tory D esperado. 236 The Liberty Boys After Cornwallis; or, Worrying the Earl. 272 The Liberty Boys and Captain Falls; or, The Battle of Ram237 'l' he Liberty Boys and the Liberty Bell; or, How They Saved It. sour's Mille. 238 The Liberty Boys and Lydia Darrah; or, A Wonderful Woman's 273 The Liberty Boys at Brier Creek; or Chasing the Enemy. Warning. 274 The Liberty Boys and the Mysterious Frenchman; or, The Secret 239 The Liberty Boys at Perth Amboy ; or, Franklin's Tory Son. Messenger of King Louis. 240 The Liberty Boys and "Midget" ; or, Good Goods In a Small 275 The Liberty Boys after the "Pine Robbers" ; or, II'he Monmouth Package. County Marauders. 241 The' Liberty Boys at Frankfort; or, Routing the "Queen's Rang276 The Liberty Boys and General Pickens; or, Chastising the Chere ers." kees. 242 The Liberty Boye and General Lacey : or, Cornered at the "Crooked 277 The Liberty Boys at Blackstock's ; or, The Battle of .....,ger River. Billet." h d 243 The Liberty Boys at the Farewell Fete; or, Frightening the Britl1h "278 T Boys an the "Busy Bees"; or, Lively Work all With Fire. 279 The Liberty Boys and Emily Gelger; or, After the Tory Scouts. 244 The Liberty Boys' Gloomy Time; or, Darkest Before Dawn. 280 The Liberty Boys' 200-Ml!e Retreat; or, Chased from Catawba to 245 The Liberty Boys on the Neuse River; or, Campaigning In North Virginia. Carollna. 281 The Liberty Boys' Secret Orders ; or, The Treason of Lee. 246 The Liberty Boys and Benedict Arnold; or, Hot Work With a 282 The Liberty Boys and the Hidden Avenger ; or, The Masked Man Traitor. of Kipp's Bay. 247 The Lib erty Boys Excited; or, Doing Whirlwind Work. 283 The Liberty Boys at Spring HIJJ; or, After Cluny the Traitor. 248 The Liberty Boys' Odd Recruit; or, The Boy Who Saw Fun In 284 The Liberty Boys and Rebecca Mottes; or, Fighting With Fire Everything. Arrows. 249 The Liberty Boys' Fair Friend; or, The Woman Who Helped. 285 The Liberty Boys' Gallant Charge; or, The Bayonet Fight at 250 The Liberty Boys "Stumped" ; or, The Biggest Puzzle of All. Old Tappan. 251 The Liberty Boys In New York Bay; or, Difficult and Dangerou1 286 The Liberty Boys' Daring Raid; or, Hot Times at Verplanck' Work. Point. 252 The Liberty Boys' Own Mark; or, Trouble for the Tories. 287 The Liberty Boys and Simon Kenton; or, Fighting the British 253 The Liberty Boys at Newport ; or, The Rhode Island Campaign. on the Ohio. 254 The Liberty Boys and "Black Joe"; or, The Negro Who Helped. 288 The Liberty Boys Beaten; or Fighting at "Cock Hill" Fort. 255 The Liberty Boys Hard at Work; or, After the Marauders. 289 The Liberty Boys and Major Kelly; or, The Brave Bridge-Cutter. 256 The Liberty Boys and the "Shirtmen"; or, Helping the Virginia 290 The Liberty Boys' Deadshot Band; or, General Wayne and the Rltl e m e n. Mutlneer1. 257 The Liberty Boys at Fort Nelson; or, The Elizabeth River Cam291 The Liberty Boys at Fort Schuyler; or, The Idiot of German palgn. Flats. 258 The Liberty Boys and Captain Betts: or, Trying to Down Tryon. 292 Tbe Liberty Boys Out With Herkimer; or, Fighting the Battle 259 The Liberty Boys at Bemis Heights; or, Helping to Beat Bur of Oriskany. goyne. 293 The Liberty Boys and Moll Pitcher; or, The Brave Woman Gun260 The Liberty Boys and the "Little Rebels" ; or, The Boys Who ner. Bothered the British. 294 The Liberty Boys' Bold Dash; or, The Skirmish at Pee ksklll Bay. 261 The Liberty Boys at New London; or, The Fort Griswold Mas295 The Liberty Boys and Rochambeau; or, Fighting with French Allies. sacre. 296 The Liberty Boys at Staten Island ; or;. Spying Upon the British. 262 The Liberty Boys and Thoma11 Jeft'erson; or, How They filaved the 297 The Liberty Boys With Putnam; or, \:iOOd Work in the Nutmeg Governor. State. 263 The Liberty Boys Banished; or, Sent Away by General Howe. :.198 The Liberty Boys' Revenge; or, Punishing the Tories. 26 The Liberty Boys at the State Line; or, Desperate Doings on the 2 99 The Liberty Boys at Dunderberg; or. The Fall of the Highland Fort.a. Dan River. 300 The Liberty Boys with Wayne; or, Daring Deeds at Stony Point. For sale by all newsdealers or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, ID money or postage stamps, by FBANX TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and till Jn the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by return mail. 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'-STORIES OF.BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter A NEW ONE ISSUED EVl!}RY FRIDAY Handsome Colored Covers PRICE 5 CENTS A COPY 1 '., This Weekly contains interesting 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 incidents in the lives of our most s uccessful self-made \ men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every one of .this series contains a good moral tone which makes ''Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine for the home, although eac h numb'3r is replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very b es t 0btainable, the illustrations are by expert artists. 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 Stree t 2 Born to Good Luck : or. The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Tric k 4 A Game of C h a n ce : or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 H ard to Beat: or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Builefog a Railroad; or. 'l.' h e Young Contractors of Lake view. 7 Winning H i s \Yay ; or, The Youngest Editor in Gree n l{i\ e r. 8 The \\'hee l of F o rtune; o r The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck: or, The Young Brok e r s of W a ll Street. 10 A Copp e r Harvest: or, 'l'h e Boys Who Worke d a Deserte d 11 A Lucky P enny; o r, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the R o u g h ; or, A Drave Boy's Start in Life 1 3 B ?.iting the Bears; or, '1.' h e Nervies t Boy in W all Street. 14 A Gold Brick: or, The Boy Who Could l\ot b e Downe d. rn A Streak of Luck; or. The Boy Who Feathe red His .\'est. 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who l\lade a Fortune. 17 King of t h e Market; or. The Young Trader in Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; o r, One Boy in a Thousand. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Stree t 21 All to the Good: or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, 'J'he Pluckiest Boy of The m All. 23 Bound to \\'in : or, The Boy Who Got Ri c h. 24 Pushing lt Through : o r The Fate of a Luc ky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator: or. The Young Sphinx of W al l Street. 26 The Way to Success: or, The Boy Who Got There 27 Struck Oil; or. The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Go lden Risk; or, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winne r ; or, The Boy Who Went Out. With a Circus. 30 Go ld e n Fleece: or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap S c b eme; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Cocos Islan d. 32 Adrift on the World: Ol', Working His Way t o Portune. 33 P laying to Win; or, The Poxiest Boy in Wall Stree t 34 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Y oung M onte Cristo; or, The Ri c best Boy in the World. 36 Won by Pluck; or. The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. 37 Beating the Brokers; or, The B o y Who "Couldn' t be D o n e. 38 A Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on R ecord. 39 !\ever Say Die; or, The Young Surveyor of Happy Yall ey 40 Almost a Man; or, Winning His Way to the Top. 4 1 Boss of the Market: o r The Greatest Boy in W a ll Stree t 42 Tile Chance of His Life: or, The Young Pilot of Crysta l Lake 43 Striving for Fortune; or, From Bell-Boy to Millionaire. 4 4 Out for Business: or, The Smartest Boy in :rown. 45 A Favorite of Fortune; or, Striking It Ri c h in Wall St1:eet 46 Through Tbick and Tbin; or, The Adventures of a Smart Boy_ 47 Doing His Level Best: or, Working His W a y Up. 48 Always o n D ec k ; or, The Boy Who Made His :\iark. 49 A Mint of Money ; or, The Young 'Vall Street Broker. 50 The Ladder of Fame; or, From Office Boy to Senator. 51 On the Souare; or, The Success of an Honest Boy. 52 After a Fortune; or, ThP. Pluckiest Boy in the West. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be :ient to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, 1Jy FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New Yor IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot proc .ure them from newsdealer_ s, they can be obtained from this o_ffice direct_ Cut out and fill in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMP S TARBN 'l'HE SAME AS . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . ... . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . FRANK TO USEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. DEAR Sm-Enclosed find .... cents for which please sead me: .......................... 190 t I .... copies of WORK AND WIN, Nos_ ... ..................... -....................... ........ " vVIDE AWAI\:E WEEKLY, Nos ..... .......................................... 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