## A fortune at stake, or, A Wall Street messenger's deal

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.. ,;VE12a. The rascal sprang at Tom and seized him by the throat. Help! shouted the boy, realizing his disadvantage. His cry was heard. The door was flung open and Mr. Arnold dashed into the room and rushed to Tom's assistance.

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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY l1111ed W e ekl11-B11 Subs cription l!l.60 p e r 11e ar. Entered according to A ct of in t he ttea r 1908, in the oJllce of the LibrarlM of Co11gr e111, W cuhing t on, D C ., b11 Frank Touse11, P ubl iaher, U Unio n S qua.-., Neio Y o r k . No. 1 28 NEW YORK, MARCH 13, 1908. PRICE 5 CEN TS. A FORTUNE AT STAKE DB, A WALL STREET MESSENGER ts DEAL By A SELF:..MADE MAN CHAPTER I. THE MAN WITH THE WHISKERS. "Hi, there, son!" Tom Sedgwick looked up from the market report he was studying and saw, fflfilled in the cashier's little window, a fac e that res e mbl e d an ourang-outang, so bewhi s kered and _ _, mahogany..,hued it was. Tom was employed as messenger by Frederick Carvel, a not over prosperous stock broker, who operated o n the Curb, a.t No. Wall Street, and his customar y pos t was a well"-' worn, leather covered chair by the window in the waiting room, if the limit e d s pace, divided from the little counting room by a wire f e nce, and fitted up wit h a few chairs, a t i cker, and framed docu ments on side wall col)l d be called by such a n ame. At the present moment Tom was i n charge of the office, th e l ord of all he surveyed. It was one o 'clock. The junior bookkeeper, who attended to o rders and called h imself the ma. rgin clerk because he thought it looked more important, was out at lunch, while the head bookkeeper, who was also the cashier, and g e neral boss when Mr. Carvel was out-which he was most of the t ime between ten and three--was up s tairs on business Alth9ugh Tom, from where he sat, coul d see a nybody w h o entered the office, he had not noticed the b ewhiskered visitor come in, so silently had he ma.de his appearance Tom was rather n ettled at this fact and at the familiar way the caller had a d dressed him B esides, he didn't like the ma.n's face, anyway. "Speaking to me?" he a sked, curtly. "Who else?" grinned the man "I thought ma ybe you were trying y()u.r voice, or calling to a man ac ross the street." The pair of little, round eyes, almost l ost i n the hairy countenance, snapped in a peculia.r way. "No; I was talking to you. "What do you want?" "Well, son-" "Cut the son out, please," r eplied Tom, impatiently "Well my laddybuck --" Oh, switch off! I'm neither son nor laddybuck, but the messenger of this office. W h at's y o u r business? Say i t quick, for I'm busy." "Is the boss in?" "If you mean M r. Carvel, he isn t in." "Where is he?" "He's out on the street "When will he be in ?" "Three o'clock if he doesn't return before." The vis itor cocked his eye<> up at the clock and then brought them back to Tom s face again. "Can I have a word with you, son?" "Say, what' s the matter with you, anyway?" The eyes peered around behind the boy to see if he was a lone. "I'd like to say something confidential." "Why don't you say it, then? "Want to do me a favor?" "I'm not dying for tihe privilege."

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A FORTUNE AT S'l'AKE. v lunch, and this he collected every morning before he went to business. Out of this princely sum the boy could save nothing, but he managed to have some spare change in his clothes just the same. He was chiefly brought into contact with the brokers who did business in the open air on Broad Street, that is, the Curb market, aml he often had a chance to do a favor for one of them in a rush, and was always rewa.rded with a quarter, if not a half-dollar when the broker had nothing smaller at hand. Tom didn't consider it necessary to tell his mother about these donations, for he had an idea if she knew that he had any money the daily stipend would cease till he was broke. One day a fellow messenger explaiEed to Tom how e11sy it was to make money out of 1a stock deal if he had a small capital to start with. \ I 'l'om was interested at once. He wanted to know more about the matter and his friend told him all he knew about the modus operandi. Tom learned that there was a little bank on Nassau Street that did a brokerage business in connection with its bank ing opera.tions. It made a specialty of taking in small deals from the junior clerks and office boys in the financial district. W11ile the average broker would hardly bother with an order for less than 100 shares of stock on a margin deal, the little ba11k would buy or sell as small a quantity as five shares. So Tom began to economize his spare change with a view of taking advantage of the opportunity to make easy money. While waiting for his funds to grow he began to study the stock market wit]1 a view of being in shape to do some-thing when the time came. Wha t would have been dull work to most boya soon be came a fascinating occupation for our hero. The more he learned about the stock market and Stock Exchange methods the more he wanted to know. The brokers seemed to be a jolly, free-handed lot of men, who dressed well and appeared to enjoy life, so Tom de cided that some day he would be a broker himself. It is true that his employer, Mr. Carvel, acted as if life was a serious proposition, and he often looked as if he had a grouch against fate, but Tom judged that that was his nature, and that there are exceptions to every rule. One morning !Tom, while on his way to the station, picked up a small pocketbook from the gutter and found $40 in it. As there was no clue to the owner Tom appropria.ted his :find and patted himself on the back. He had$15 saved up, and that gave him a capital of $55. At that time the stock market was on the rise and the public seemed especially excited over a stock ca.lled A. & C., which was booming. Tom lost no time in buying te:.n shares of it for 52 at the little bank, and a. few days later, after watching the market closely, he sold out at 66 7-8. He clearecl a profit of$1-, and was in the seventh heaven of delight Indeed he was so tickled that he told his mother all about the transaction. She immediately proceeded to lay a claim to the money. ----Tom protested. "It's my money, mother, and you ought to let me keep it. I'll need it, anyway, to invest again when I see anotl1er good chance. I've been saving up every cent I go t hold of in order to take advantage of such a. chance to make a stake. With $200 I expect to make$300 or $400 more shortly." His arguments were lost on his mother. She wanted the money, and what was more to the point, she was going to have it. The result was i Tom had to cough up, and he did it with mighty bad grace All his bright anticipations were nipped in the bud, and he went to business next day feeling as if he didn't care whether school kept or not. However, he did no t remain long depressed. He was full of animal spirits, and he resolved to save up again until he could make a fresh deal, the result o f wh i ch, one way or the other, he didn't intend to acquaint his mother with. Ha.cl his mother really needed that$200 he wouldn't have grudged it to her, but he knew she had no particular use for it, so he thought he sh<.mld have been allowed to keep it. He failed to realize that his mother could ha1dly be ex pected to look at the matter fr.om his po,int. of view. She had no confidence in his schemes to make more. Two hundred dollars in the hand, in her opinion, was worth more than $400 in the bush, as the expression is, and who s\a,ll say she was not right? So Tom's$200 went intd the Bronx Savings Bank, along with her own money. In the course of human events, if the boy lived, that $200, with the interest thereon, and all the rest of his mother's money, together with the house, would come to Tom; but the young messenger wasn't looking forward to such a thing as that. He loved and respected his mother as all good boys do, bfi.t he was ambitious to get ahead in the world through his own exertions, that's why he objected to losing that par ticular$200. In time Tom saved enough money to make another deal, and as he was successful he found himself in possession of another $200. This he hid in a corner of his trunk and said nothing about it to anybody. On the day this story opens was watching the stock market closely, for he thought he saw indications of a gen eral rise, and he was figuring on bringing his$200 downtown next morning to have it at hand in case the opportunity presented itself for him to make a promising deal. As we said at the close of the last chapter, Tom went to lunch. He patronized a quick-lunch house on Bro ad Street, where, for fifteen cents, he got a plate of stew and a glass of milk. As soon as he finished his lunch he returned to the office, where he found a message awaiting him to call on a Stock Exchange broker who had an office in the Johnson Build mg. He was out and in all the afternoon, and finally at ten minutes to three he cm: riecl the clay's depo s its to the bank.

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A FORfr'UNE AT STAKE. "' soou as lie 2aw that the conversation was taking !mch a pcrrnn al trend. l\J r. Carvel made no answer, but looked at the boy with mingled am:iety and doubt. "What did you understand from that conversation?" he asked, at length. "I'd rather not say, sir," replied the boy, slowly and in a hes itating way. '''I hen yon believe that man's story? "Wasn't it trne, sir?" "It \ras a tissue of falsehoods," said the broker, excitedly. "That fellow is a rascal. He has me in his--" He s topped abryptly, as if realizing the slip he had al-most made. "Tom, I wa.nt you to promise me to be silent about wha. t you heard-as silent as the grave IThe world is rea.dy to believe evil of any man, ho\\ ; ever great or respected he may be. In fact, the higher the pedestal on which he stands the more cager certain people are to drag him down therefrom at tl!e fir st of suspicion. I have enemies, Tom, who would be delighted at a chance to pick my bo1ies. You do noL wish to hann me, do you, boy?" "No, sir." "Then keep what you have learned to yomself. Do noL even t e ll your mother. I will make it all right. wages s hall be $10 a week after this, or$12, if that i s not enough, and besides I will make you a prescnt." He took a roll of bills from his pocket and pushed it into the boy's hand. "Keep or that as you choose. All I ask i s that yon will not go ba.ck on me." He spoke with feverish eagerness, and Tom felt sorry for him. "I'd rather not take this money, sir," he said "I don't want to be paid for keeping your secrets." "Boy, do yon mean to betray me, then?" "No, sir; but as long as I am in your employ it is my duty to do the right thing by you without extra pay." "But this is a present." "No, Mr. Carvel, it is not a present; it is a bribe, and I wish you to understand that I am not to be bought. Steve Johnson may have his price, but I have none." The broker stared at his messenger in wonder. "Do you mean to say that you reruse this money and yet '"ill keep silent?" "I mean to say that I regard your interests as 0 the first importance as long as my conscience tells me to stand by them,. I promise you never to breathe a word of what I overheard for t.he purpose of injuring you. But if the time ever should come when, in the interests of an innocent and wronged person, it would be necessary for me to speak, then I will know that my lip s are my own and not sea.led by a price. At any rate, you can trust me, sir, which I could not answer for if I accepted a bribe." The broker did not answer for some moments. '1'11en he took the boy's hand in his. "'I do trust you, Tom, and you shall not find me ungrate ful. I belie )'e your word is b etter than some people's bond I accept it ancl will rely on it." The rest of the journey uptown was passed in silence. II CHAPTER V. TOM MEETS THE llfAN WITH 'l'HE WHISKERS UNDER THRILLING CIHCUMSTANCES. Alter leaving Ml. Carvel safe ly at his residence on l\Iadi son Avenue, Torn hurried home himself, for he knew that his mother would be wondering why he so late in get1.ing back his work. He found her looking anxiously from the front window of their little parlor in the direction he usually came from the station. She wanted to know what had detained him, and he told her that his employer had been taken ill at the office and tha.t he had to go home with him in a cab. His supper was ready arnl waitin g, so he saL clown to it at once. Next morning he dug his $200 ont of the depths of his trunk and took it downtown with him. He had already decided to buy 30 sharoo of D. & L. at 60, and as business was _not rnry lively that day he easily found a chance to go to the littl e b ank on Nassau Street and put the deal through on a margin basis. 1\lr. Carvel did not appear at the office that day, and the cashier was in full charge of the establishment. Next da.y, however, the broker turned up ail a quarter of Len as usual, and things resumed their customary in the office. 'I'om wondered"' when Steve Joluison would show l;p again, for that he would do so soo n see med to his mind a foregone conclusinn. He had shown that he held a winning hand, ancl next move naturally wnuld be to re ac h out for the s take he was playing for. Although Tom was undoubt ed ly interested in the movements of the man with the whiskers, he was more interested in D. & L., vi1hich went up s lowly as the days slipped by until it reached 70 3-8. All the stocks on the Stock Exchange list had partici pated in the bull mark et and w e re more or less higher than they had been a fortnight b efo re. Tom d ecide d tha t$10 a sha re profit was good enough for him, so he ordered his thirty shares sold. When he got his check from the bank he found that he was worth just $500. He cashed the check, got five$100 bills, took them home and towed them away at the bottom of his tnmk again. IThat evening he went to call on a fri end of hi s namcd Dick Butterick, 'Yho was also a messenger in Wall Street. Dick lived about eight blocks away, and T'om stayed at his house ti11 ten o'clock. When he got up to go Dick said he"d walk part of the way back with him. When the boys had gone about four blocks Tom seized his friend by the arm all of a sudden and exclaimed: ''Look there! I believe that house i s afirr." "It is, for a fact!" agreed Dick, excitedly. lt was a three-story brick building, the ground floor L crng occupied as a store, and the blaze wa.s in a front room on the floor. As the boys looked up ai the window where they saw the

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I J A FORITUNE AT ST AKE. 9 ==========---At that moment a fire-engine, by a hose-cart,! whiskers, for they consisted of the forged check on which dashed up, while a second was seen coming up the next he had been railroaded to Sing Sing, and the sworn con street. fession of the real forger, which exonerated Johnson from A hook-and -1a. dder was humming along a block away, and the crime the toots of the engines and jangle of the bells had aroused Without these documents Steve could neither prove his the immediate neighborhood to a pitch of consi
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. -. 10 A FOR!T'UNE AT STAKE. It gave him something of a shock, too. Slme Johnson was likely to call on him to learn whether he lmew anything about the pa. pers he (Johnson) had had in his grasp when he was overcome by the smoke. Tom felt that he could not deny having them in his posSssion if the man with the whiskers pre$ed him fo.r a direct answer on the subject. "If he suspects that I have them he will a strong effort to get them back, and I don't know as I have any real right to refuse to give them up," thought Tom. "I wish to goodness that I didn't get hold of them. In any case, if Johnson should be arrested and taken back to Sing Sing I'd have to send them to him so that he could clear himself, -no matter wha.t effect their production had on 1\fr. Carvel." All thi s passed through Tom's mind in a twinkling while Dick was 1ooking at him. "Well, if the m!lJl chooses to hunt me up I can't prevent him doing so," he replied. After some further talk on the subject of the fire the boys parled. That afternoon when on an errand to the Mills Building, Tom hea:rcl a couple of brokers talking abot1t a syndicate that had been fo11necl to boom C. & A. stock. He heard enough to assure him that C. & A. would be a good thing to get next to as soon as possible. ; When he returned to the o.ff:ice he looh:!d the stock up on the daily market report and found that it was going at 17. "I'll be able to get 100 shares on. margin," he told him self. "With that amoilllt, if the syndicate doesi1't run against a snag, l ought to make over$1,000. Then I'll be worth at least $1,500, which is a whole lot of coin for a messenger boy to own in. these strenuous times." When he starled for home after his work was done tha t 1 day it was with the determination to bring his$500 do wn town in the morning and slap it into C. & A. He had just finished his supper and was reading the evening paper when a ring ca.me at the front door. Throwing down the pa.per he went to the door and opened it. The man with the whiskers stood there. He was clearly quite ta.ken a.back on seeing Tom, whom he recognized as Mr. Carvel's office boy. He had read the a....-ticle in the paper which stated that a boy named T6m Sedgwick, of No. Bo/ton Road, had rescued him from the burning building in an unconscious condition, but there was nothing in the story to connect Tom with Wall Street, so that Steve.Johnson did not dream that it was the san1e boy he had tried t'o bonow the dolla.r of the day he c;alled on Mr. Carvel. Although a bit staggered by the encounter, he quickly pu1led. himself together. "Well, son, we meet again," he began, with the same old chuckle. "Apparently so," replied the young messenger. "Do you wish to see me?" "If you are Tom Sedgwick, I do." "iThat's my name." "I came ai;ound to thank you for savin' me from becomin' a human torch last night," he said, slo.wly. "You needn't have put yourself to the trouble of coming here to thank m e for the service. I pulled you out of the house because I should have considered myself a coward had I left you all alone in the condition I found you. I was willing to take your thanks for graiited." "Well, son, I'm greatly ,obliged to you for what you did, and I'm sony that I'm fl.at broke and cant make you a suitable acknowledgment; but that ain't sayin' I'll never be in shape to make it all right with you." "You needn't worry about making it right with me. I'm glad I saved you, so we'll let it. go a.t that," replied Tom. "No," said the man with the wl1iskers, shaking his head, "you did me a good turn and you're entitled to some reward." "I'm not taking rewards for saving people's lives." "Well, son, we won't argue the matter. Now, I want to ask you a question. Where di cl you find me?" "On the floor in the corner of the room opposite the bed." "Jest so. I had somethin' in my hand, didn't I?" and Johnson looked fixedly a.t the boy. "Yoilr hand was under the end of the carpet, which was loose." -"Exactly,'' replied Steve, anxiously. "You pulled my hand out and you found I had a couple of papers in it, didn't you?" "You did ];ave some papers in your hand, but yo; u dropped thimi on the floor." "And didn t you pick them up? They were important to me, thats why I kept them hidden under the carpet. When I wok. e up half smothered I thought of th>?m first. I tried to them. I remember get.tin' hold of them, and that's all. Did you leave them behind when you dragged me out? I was up in the room this morn in' huntin' for them, but they wasn't there. If you didn't take them somebody else did, for that end o f the room wasn't burned. 'rhey must ha .ve been there somewheres if they wasn't ta.ken by someone." "You say they belonged to you and were very impor-tant?" 1 "Yes, yes," said the man with the whiskers, eagerly. "You name is Brown, William Brown, isn't it?" "'Dhat' s right." "I found two papers-one a check bea. ring a date of fo.ur years since, and purporting to bea. r the signa ture of. my employer, Frederick Carvel; the other a oonfession signed by a man named James Duggleby, and sworn to in the pres of a notary public and one witness, which stated that the check had been forged by Duggleby, under arrangement with Mr. Carvel for the purpose of sending Steve Johnson, Mr. Carvel's chief clerk, to State prison in order to get rid 0 him for reasons good and sufficient to the said J\fr. Car vel. The object of the paper was clearly to establish tl1e innocence of Steve Johnson, and the check was the evidence used against him a t his trial. Now, Mr. Brown, in what way do those papers concern you?" Tom's presentation of the matter quite staggered the man with the whiskers. For a moment or two he could only stare at the }'Ol\l.Ug messenger in a dazed way. Finally he seerq.ed. to come to a determination. "Son, can I trust you?" he asked, hoarsely. "Yes," replied Tom. t l

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A FORJTUNE AT STAKE. 11 "Then my name isn't William Brown. I gave that to tl1e cop la t night as a blind I am Steve Johnson." "I know you are," replied Tom, coolly. \ CHAPTER VU. TOM PLAYS .A WINNER IN THE STOCK MARKET. "You know I am Steve Johnson?" replied the man the whiskers, slowly. "Yes. I know you escaped from Sing Sing about three weeks ago, and consequently tha t those whiskers you wear are false I also know that you were not guilty of the crime for which yoru have suffered four years' confinement up the river: I have a genera.I idea why Mr. Carrel took such a cowardly means to get yo'li out of his way." "Yoru know all that?" said Steve Johnson, clearly as tonished. "I do. I know also that you are more or less guilty of causing the death of Mr. Carvel's first wife in Silver Creek, Colora,do, by abruptly informing her o f her husband's al leged dea.th by accident in this city." "You know that, too?" "I also understand tha t Mr. Carvel has a daughter living by his former wife. Do you know anything about her pres ent whereabouts?" "Say, son, how did you learn all these facts?" "From your own lips." "From-my-lips!" ejaculated Steve Johnson, evidenUy a ma.zed. "Yes. I was present in Mr. Carvd's room tha.t afternoon when you rehearsed the sbory of old times. l heard every word." "Th e--dickens "Now, Steve Johnson, I've got the papers that prove your i1:mocence. I think they a.re safer with me than with you. Your intention is to use them as a means of revange-to extort bloodmoney from Mr. Carvel. I think you can make better use of them. If you know where his daughter is bring her forward and I will let you have the documents to compel him to recognize her and make suitable provision for her support. Unless you agree to this the papers will remain with me except in the event of your arrest as an escaped convict, in whJch case I should deem it my duty to clear you by producing them in your behalf. That's an I've got to say." The man with the whiskers didn't like Tom's ultimatum. He tried to argue the matter, but the boy was firm. "But I'm flat broke," pro tested Johnson. "I'.11 see that you get some money from Mr. Carvel." "How?" asked the man in surprise. "Don't WOTI'J about tha.t. I'll get it for you. w here is Mr. Carvel's daughter?" "She was with her uncle in Silver Creek five years ago." "I'll get you funds enough to take you orut there. Find the girl ikd bring her on here Tell her tihe whole truth. She is entitled to. kno w it, and it will only be an act of ju stice to her dead mother, as well as an act of reparation o n your part. Will you do it?" will," agreed Johnson. I "All right. Call here to-morrow night and you shall have all the money necessary to carry this plan out." Tha.t ended the interview, and after receiving a dolla.r bill from Tom, the man wit!}. the whiskers took his departure. Next morning Tom took his $500 downto;wn and put it up on 100 shares o f C. & A at 47. During the day he had an interview with Mr Carvel and astonished the broker with ilie statement that the man he rescued from the burning building in the Bronx, and whose name was reported in the papers as William Brown, was none other than Steve Johnson. It is quite possible that Mr. Carvel was not pkticul arly pleased that his messenger's activity and pluck had saved ilie life of the man who was so dangerous to his peace of mind. Had Johnsorn perished in the fire the knowledge would ha.VB given the broker the most so.rid kind of satisfaction He found some slight comfort, however, in Tom's assur a.nce thilt he had made an arrangement with Johnson not to press his advantage, for a.while at any rate, if the broker woo.Id advance him$500. Mr. Carvel naturally was curious to learn how his mes senger had brought a.bout the agreement with Johnson 1'11om wouldn't go into particulars. All he would say was that Johnson's gratitude to him for saving his life, added to another little matter, gavelhim a hold on the exclerk that for the present he was working in Mr. Ca. rvel's interest. He got the $500, and handed it over to Johnson tha.t evening when he called at his hdme, where the final ar rangements relative to St.eve's trip to Colorado were con cluded. Two days later C. & A. began to show some activity and advanced to 50. On the following day it was quoted at 50 3-8 around eleven o'clock. Tom was standing in the messenger s entrance of the Exchange at the time, having brought a message from the ca.shier to a broker who acj:ecl for Mr. Carvel when he had ordeTS to iill for the purchase or sale of railroad stocks. All at onoe there was a flurry aroo.nd the C & A. stand ard. A well-known broker had come on the floor and begun bidding for the st ock at an advance on the market. Then it devielo ped that there was a scarcity 0 the stock, for though he raised the price a point at the time, very little of it came out. Before Tom left C. & A. had jumped to 56. By noon it was selling around 65, amid great excitement, and when the Exchange closed for the day it was up to 70. On his way home Tom left orders at the little bank to sell his 100 shares in the morning at the market price, fo r he believed the stock showed every indication of being top heavy, and consequently was liable to develop a siump any moment. In fact, the market might open with a drop ,in the price, and therefore the young messenger was anxious to get out from under as soon as possible. The market, however, opened strong in the morning, and Tom's shares went at 70 3 -8. But inside of an hour somebody began unloading big ', PAGE 13 \ 12 A FORJTUNE AT STAKE. blocks of the stock on the bro.k.ers, and then the tra.ders be came shy of buying, while thoi;e who were l ong on it hustled around to get rid of their holdings, fore;;eeing that the end of the boom was in sight. The result was tha. t as buyers grew scarce and sellers prices began to sag. This brought more sellers to the fore, anq soon a small panic was on, prices being cut left and right in the efforts to realize. By noon C. & A. was se lling at 61. Tom didn't care what it was selling at now, as he was out of it with a profit tha t he had figured at$2 300 above . commissions and other expenses. His statement and check that reached him next morning showed that he had indeed made amount, and that his capital was now $2,800. } He took the money home to hide away as usual. he to his room after supper, and he was open mg his trunk, it struck him of a sudden that the trunk was not the safest place in the world for so much money. He began to wish that he had left the money in the office safe downtown and not brought it home. To arouse his fea rs still more he noticed that the lock of the trunk showed signs of having been tampered with. He wondered if his mother, suspecting he had made more money in the stock market, had been trying to investiO'ate in a quiet way. 0 He hardly believed that she would adopt such ;means to reach the truth. It would be more like her to ask him right out if he had any money in his possession, and if she found he had, she would demand that he give it up. If she had not been near his trunk who else was there to figure on? Only the new lodger in the next room. His mother had told him that she had rented the room t6. a Frenchman, but though the new lodger had been sev eral days an inma.te of the house iTbm had not caught a glimpse of him yet. Tom hardly thought he would have the nerve to invade his room while he was awa3' and try to get into his trunk. The man had sho,vn good references when he a pplied for and secured the room, but whether his mother had investi gated his credentials or not Tom had not heard. At any rate, the boy was certain somebody had been mon keying with the lock' of his trunk, and he decided that he would be taking gi-eat chances to put his$2,800 in it. He looked around his room to see if there was any other place he could hide it in. There did not seem to be any place he could afford to trust it in longer than overnight, and the trunk would prob ably answer better than any other place for that length of time. Suddenly his eye lighted on a hiding-place that he had not till that moment thought of. The kitchen extension of one story stood right under his window. It had a slanting roof which came up on a lerel with the window sill. This left a good-sized space between the ceiling of the kit chen, which was flat, and the slanting roof. His father had used the space to store odds and ends in, and to reach it had made a small door under the window oi}ening in on Tom's room This door had been so well fitted, the hinges being on the inside, that even a close observation by one not acqua intcd with its existence would fail to reveal the fact that a door was actually there. There was no knob of any kind to open it with, but there was a spring catch under the extension of the sill. By pressing that the secret door would fly open. "That will be just the place to hide my money and those papers belonging to Steve Johnson," thought Torn, glee fully. "No one other than my mother and myself knows a.bout that door. She would never think of rummaging in there for anything, and no stranger would ever get on to the place. I'll make use of it for a safe." There was !lo danger of interruption, for he had heard the lod ger go out half an hour before, and his mother was in the sitting-room talking to her brother, Mr. Arnold, who had called with a friend to see her. Tom went ov1er and touched the spring catch. The door flew open and he look ed inside for a convenient shelf to place his valuables on. He sa.w one within easy reach, and after brushing the dust off of it he went to his trunk, unlocked it and took out the confession of Duggleby and the forged check which he had pinned to it. Then he emptied a small oblong japanned-tin box of various souvenirs he had in it, and carried it over to the secret opening Kneeling down he took his $2,800 in big bills out of an 1nner pocket of his jacket, and proceeded to CO'llnt the money before putting it in the box. He was so absorbed in thi;; pleasant occupation that he did not hear his room door open slowly and softly, nor did he see the foreign-look .ing countenance that peered in and observed what he was doing. The intru. der had a pair of deeply-set twinkling black eyes that great ly resembled the eyes of the man with the whiskers-Steve Johnson. He also had a well-waxed black mustache and a small goatee 'l''he rest of his face was smoothly shaven, with a high forehead, the whole of a swarthy tint. He entered the room with a cat-like tread, similar to the way Johnson had entered Mr. Carvel's office on the day Tom first made his acquaintance He glided over to the spot where the young messenger knelt counting his money. He would have completely surprised Tom but for one circumstance-in passing the ta.ble he bi-ushed against a book that lay close to its edge and displaced it. The noise of the book striking the rug caused Tom to turn his head. He was paralyzed a t seeing a stranger, whom he instantly divined to be his mother's new lodger, advancing stealthily upon him with arms extended to grab him. CHAP'l'ER VIII. TOM A.IDS BEAUTY JN DISTRESS. With a cry of surprise and consternation the boy an effort to get on his feet. \ ro ar pl h1 S" a y 0 PAGE 14 A FORTUNE AT STAKE. 13 The rascal sprang at Tom and seized him by the throat. It was not impoosible but that Frenchrn{m might come "Help!" cried the boy, realizing his disadvantage. back some time during thetnight, for he had a key to the His cry was heard. front door, and as he 11ad seen a wad of money in his The door was flung dpen and Mr. Arnold dashed into the (Tom's) hand, there might be something dning again. room and rushed to Tom's assistance. After some thought the bny the papers and the In the struggle that ensued between the young messenger money in the tin box and hid it between. the two mattresses and the Frenchman, the tin box was overturned a nd com-of his bed. pletely hid the$2,800 in bills which Tom had dropped when Then he sat down to read the book whose fall from the he started to get up and fa<:e the new lodger. table had defeated the purpose of the new lodger. The boy's assailant turned his head when he heard the Somehow or another he couldn't get ip.terested in the door open, and seeing Mr . Arnold, his friend, with Tom's book. mother in the background, he saw that the game was up. That Frenchman's face kept coming between his eyes and Throwing the lad from him, he flung up the window, the printed page. sprang out on the roof of the extension, slid to the giound There was something familiar about that face, particu and disappea red bareheaded into the darkness of the backlarly the eyes, that struck him as very odd, for he was sure yard, which communicated with a vacant lot, by the way he had never met the man before. of which he made his esca. pe. "He certainly puts me in mind of somebody' I've met, "Who was that man and why did he attack you, Tom?" but bless me if I can think who that somebody is," thought 01skM. his sm-prised uncle. 'l'om. "It must be that he looks like SOiffie broker I've run "I believe he's mother's new lodger. I never saw him against down in Wall Street. Yes, that must be-Gfe! before, at any ra.te. He knows best himself why he atI've got it. Those eyes of his a.re just exactly like the eyes tacked me. He came on me unawares from behind, and if of Steve Johnson," he ejaculated, suddenly. "But Steve you hadn't come to my assistance I'm afraid he'd have got didn't look like a Frenchman even a little bit. He looked the better of me, for he was pretty strong." more like a human ourang-outang than anything else with "What were you doing, Tom?" asked his mo ther, looking those whiskers. He ought to be out at Silver Creek by t.his at the open oocret door and then at the overturned tin box time. At any rate, I'll look to hear from him in a few and papers near it, but not seeing the money. days. I hope he'll have no trouble finding IIIr. Carvel's "I was about to stow this box and its contents on a shelf daughter. It's abo;ut time the girl came into her rights. in that place above the kitchen," replied her son, truihfully. If Steve does bring her on, with the documents to prove her "Did you recognize that man as ynur new roomer, identity, Mr. Carvel will have another fit. But he's got to Clara??' asked Mr. Arnold, who was rather puzzled over do the right thing by her, unle.ss he wants me to go back the affair. on him. She must be abnut seventeen years old now: Time "I did not get a fair look at him, but so far as I could she found out who her father is." judge from his figure I am inclined to think that he was Tom read till half-'past ten, then. he not only locked his my new lndger. I cannot understand why he came into door but barricaded it with the table. Tom's room and assaulted him. Can't you explain the Feeling tolerably safe now, he undressed and went to bed. matter at all, my son?" Nothing happened to disturb him during the night, and "No, mother. He. came in withol\t ma.king any noise and he woke up at his usual hour. then sprang at me." When he went dnwntown he carried the tin box with him "These foreigners are very strange people. I almost beand asked the cashier to put it in the safe. lieve that this one can hardly be right in his head," said Mr. Carvel employed no regular stenographer, but he Mrs. Sedgwick. required the services of one for all that. "I think the police ought to be informed of what has So he had an arrangement with Miss Sharp, a public happened," said Mr. Arnold. "The man is either a shady stenographer, several floors above in the same building, to character, or else he is mentally i1Tesponsible. In either send a girl down every day to take dictation. case he ought to be looked after by the authorities." After she took it she returned to her office, transcribed During the talk Tom was more concerned about the the letters and other matter on her typewriter and handed $2,800 hidden by the tin box than he was about the foreignher work to her boss, who charged it up and sent it down to looking rascal who ha.d attacked him. Mr. Carvel by her. office boy. He was afraid that his mother might come foo-ward, pick The same girl didn't come down every 9ay, but that fact up the box and discover the money, in which event it would didn't bother the broker any. be up to him to expla in how such a large sum happened to All he wanted was to have his work done correctly-he. be in his po&5ession. didn't care who did it. To his gieat relief she did not take any special interest So many of the girls ha.d attended on the broker tha.t in the box, or the documents beside it, and presently she Tom thought he lmew all the typewriters connected with left the room with her brother and his friend. Miss Sha rp's establishment. Tom slammed the window down and secured it. On the morning he brought the tin box downtown an Then he picked up the tin box, the documents and the entirely different girl from any he had seen before reported money. for work in the office. After that he at what he had supposed would be 'lorn regarded her with considerable a.dmiration, which a good hiding-place, the hole behind the secret door, and was something nut of the common for him, as he was not decided that he wouldn't use it, at least not for the present. easily "mashed" on girls. PAGE 15 14 A FORT'UNE AT STAKJ!J. He thought she had the sweetest fare he had ever seen. She was a blonde, with golden hair and sapphire-blue eyes. As Mr. Carvel was late in getting down that morning Tom invited her into the private room on his own respon sibility, and then :foi fear she might feel lonesome pmceeded to make himself agreeable to her. He found out that her name was Olive King, and that she was from the West. She _p.ad only been in New Y 0 1rk for a short time, and was livmg in Harlem at the Young Women's Christian As socia tion Building. She had no friends in the city, and was entirely de pendent on herself for her livelihood. By the time Toon had learned all this Mr. Carvel came :in and he had to get out. She took the broker's dictation :for several days in suc and Tom was getting pretty well acquainted with her, when she stopped coming down, much to the young messenger's disappointment. He asked the girl who took her place where she was, and was told she was on some other kin d of work up in the office. Tom felt relieved, fur he had boon afraid that she had left Miss Sharp, and tha t he might lose track of her, which he didn't wa.nt to do. Olive King was the first girl Tom had ever been inter ested in, and s he oceupiecl a good part of his thoughts On Friday a fternoon Tom ha d to go to Brooklyn on busi ness and report at the office before he went home. It was a quarter of five when he got back to the office and handed a letter to. the cashier he had brought back with him. "Take this wonk: up to Miss Sharp's office, tell her that it's wanted as soon as possible in the morning, and then you can go home," said the cashier. "All right, sir," replied Tom, glad of a chance to go up stairs so that he could catch a glimpse of Olive King again. The elevator took him to the tenth floor, where he got out and started down the corridm. Miss Sharp's office was in the rear corridor off the main one. As Tom approached the turn he hea.rd a girlish voice exclaim: "Plea.se let me pass. You haven't any right to detain me!" "My dear Miss King," replied a man's voice. "Why so coy? Y O'll a.re really the most charming young lady I have ever met. P ermit me to escort you to the car you take." Tom stopped short and listened for developments. It struck him that Olive King was being annoyed by whose voice at least intimated that he was no common person. The young messenger was prepared to hasten to per as sistance if she required it, but prudence suggested that he find out first whether it was necessary for him to butt in. "Will you let me pass, sir?" asked the girl again. "I can't lose yoo that way, 'pon my word, I can't. You really must let me accompany you part'way home." "No, sir," she answered, decidedly. "Let me pass. You annoy me!" "Well, let me have a kiss and you shall go." Tom heard a slight scuffie and then a low scream from the girl. He sprang around the corner and saw Olive King strug gling in the grasp of a well-dresseJ. man. That \Vas enough for Tom. \ He grabbed the man by the arm and tore him a .way from the girl. "How dare you interfere? you young jackanapes!" roared Miss King's persecutor, whom Tom recognized as a young broker new to the Street, aiming a. vicious blo1 w a.t the yQung messenger's head just as the boy caught the frightened and staggering girl on one arm. Tam dodged the blow and swung his right fist. It caught the angry broker on the point of the chin and he went aown on the marble floor like a shot. CHAPTER IX. TOM MAKES A DANDY HAUL IN P. & B. Tom released his slight hold on the girl and sto od rearly to def end himself when the trader got on his feet. The man, who name was Windom, picked himself up al mos t sputtering with rage. "You-you infernal young monkey!" he roared. "I'll haV'e you anested for striking me!" "All right, do so," replied Torn, coolly. "I'll show you up in court. You Miss King in my presence. You tried to kiss her against her will. I suppose you call your self a gentleman," the boy added, scornfully. "Well, yoo did not act like one. You ought to be ashamed o.f yourself!" / "How daJ.e you address me that way? you whipper snapper! Do you know who I am?" "I know you're a broker, and that your name is Windom. Tha.t's a.11 I kno w about you; but if you were the President of the United States I'd treat you in the same way for act ing toward this young lady as you did." Olive King made no effort to get away, though she was free to do so, but watc.hed the issue between her defender and her insulter with dila ted eyes and troubled face. She was deeply grateful to iTom for saving her from the broker's advances, and she felt that she would not be treat ing him as he clesetved by running away and leaving him to face the consequenees of his chivalrous conduct alone.. Windom glared at the young messenger in a furiom; way. There Wai$ something in the boy's eye tha.t deterred him from springing at him as he would like to have done. Tom was a stalwart young fellow and full of sancl. His face showed that he was not one who would stand a.ny nonsen se, and the broker seemed to rea.lize that to engagein a scrap with him might not be to his advantage The blow he had got on the chin had also served to take some of the fight out of him, and he was not anxious to get any more of the same kind. "I'll remember you, and fix you for this," he said, with a scowl. "I'm not to be insulted by a young puppy lilrn you with impunity. I'll find out who you. work for ancl report your conduct, then we'll see how you'll come out."

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16 A FORTUNE AT STAKE. s he was five years old, but what had become of her he had not been able to learn up to that point. He had secured official records of the date of her birth and of her mother's death, which he would with him when he returned. He said he would continue his search for some clue to her present whereabouts as long as his money held out, and would then write Tom for further instructions. Tom was disappointed with the contents of his letter, as he had counted on Steve finqing the girl right away and bringing her on to New York. The story J obnson had gone over that day in Mr. Car vel's office had taken a strong hold on the boy's interest, because his sympathies had been aroused by the heartless way the broker had treated 11is first wife, and be was de termined that, if it was possible for him to bring things about, Mr. Carvel should be compelled to acknowledge his first child, and provide for her future. A few days after Johnson's letter ca.me. to hand, Tom learned by accident that the l\L & N. road had gotten con trol of the P. & B., which furnished them with a monopoly oi the traffic in the eastern section of the State. The P. & B. had been running to seed a s an independent line, and its securities had been going a-begging for some time in the market. By the consolidation arrangements a dividend would be guaranteed the stockholcle1s of this line for 99 yea.rs, ancl consequently as soon as the news of the deal was announced officially the stock was sure to take a big jump. l'l'om saw his chance to make a first-class haul by get ting in on the ground floor with those on the inside, and he got busy right away. P. & B. was then go-ing around 45. Tom left an order with the little bank to buy for his ac count 600 shares on a margin. It took nearly all of his $2,800, but that fact didn't worry him, for he saw his way fo a fine haul the moment the boom set in. The little bank found some difficulty in securing even so small a number of shares, but their representative got them finally, and only just in time, for on the following day the price jumped to 47, on account of the scarce:ness of the stock. 1t kept on going up as the brokers found it was hard to get, for the suspicion got around the Street fuat an effort was being made by some syndicate to corner the visible supply. Under these circumSJtances 'the announcement of the consolidation got out a little sooner than originally con templa ted As soon as the fact was officially confirmed P. & B. became remarkably active, and within a few hours was being_ sought for at 60. Tom felt safe in holding on for the best figure he could get, as it was different from a fictitious boom. A great deal of trading was done in the stock above 60, and finally Tom sold out at 65 3-8. This gave him a profit of$12,000 clear, which was more than he had expected to make. With nearly $15,000 he felt like a small capitalist. CHAPTER X. HOW TOM: M:ADE .A. CONSIDERABLE ADDITION TO HIS CAPITA!, It was around this time tha t Mr. Carvel rnacle a Y e n snc cessful deal in the Curb market. . In some way he found out that a certain copper sto c k that was selling low the market was about to take on a boom. The mine had come into possession of a syndicate of cap italists which had the1facilities to make things hum. At any rate, the broker put into the deal every cent he could scrape together, and the result was he cleared about$100,000 This was the first real lucky transaction he had pulled off in years, and it set him on his feet in good shape.. He immediately hired a better and larger suite of offices in the same building, and began to spread himself. Tom, finding out that he intended to get a stenographer on the premises, asked him as a favor to hire Olive King. The broker had no objection, as he ra .ther liked the girl who had clone a good deal of work for him through Mi8s Sharp's office, so the arrangement was made and Olive came to work regularly fo:r him. One
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A FORTUNE AT S'.rAKE . -17' Dick saw the point :id was silent. "Say, how much money have you got?" "Fifteen or. twenty thousand, more or less," grinned Tom. "Considerably less, I guess You've got $500, anyway, I understand. You couldn't hurt the syndicate with that amount." "No, I don't think I could." "Well, it would be fair for me to let you in on this thing s o you could make a small haul, and divide with me, wouldn't it?" "It would be fair enough on my parl to make use of the information, but I don't think it would be entirely : fojr on your part to give it to r,ne. You can do as you please; you're the boss of your own a.ctions." "Why do you wnnt to make a fellow feel cheap?" "I'm not exactly trying to make you feel cheap All I'm doing is to tell you how I look at such things." "All people don t look at things alike "I know they don't. Still,, right is right, no matter how you may try to twist it about to suit your desires." "Sa)'., you make me tired sometimes. Don't you know that the brokers down here are doing one another when ever they get the chance?" "I've heard something of the kind, b 'ut I don't believe the practice is universal. There is honor in Wall Street as well as elsewhere." "Supposing some broker had overl1eard what I did, wouldn't he make use of the information?" "I guess he would." "Then where is a.11 this honor you're tal king about?" "That isn't a question of honor. If a trader accidentally gets pos sess ion of the plans of a rival he has a perfect right to make the best. use of the knowledge that he can. If the man got hold of his information under a promise that he would not use it, and then broke his promise, that would be dishonorable." "Well, I didn't get ho l d of my information in any such way." "If you hp .dn't been an employee of your office you wouldn't have been in a to find out what you did All employees are expec ted to be loyal to tl!e establishment from which they draw their salary. You have no right to give any of your office secrets away." "Then you don't want me to tell you what I heard?" "It's up to you, Dick. I think, on the whole, ycm'd bet ler not." Dick didn't tell Tom, and went off rather disgusted. Tom, however, found out himself in quite a different way, though he was indebted to his friend in a genera l way for the clue. A few days later when he was at the Exchange he saw Broker Rollins, Dick's boss, buying in H & L shares as fast as they were offered. It recalled to his mind what Dick said about a pool that was being .organized to boom a certain stock, and that his employer had gone into it. Tom wondered if H. & L. was the stock i n question. When he went back to the Exchange l ater o n he saw Rol li ns still buying in the same stock. Meeting Dick shortly afterward he said : "I'll bet I've found out what stock that is that the pool you spoke about is going to boom." "What stock is it?" asked Dick. "H. & L." "How did you find out?" Dick said, in surprise. "By using my eyes "Well, that's the stock, a ll right. It's a sure winner "Glad to hear it. I'll buy a few thousand shares j ust to try my l uck." "A few thousand shares! You give me a pain in the gizzard! One would think you was a capitalist.'1 I am. "Do yo u call yourself a capitalist because you're worth$500 ?" "How do you know ho w much I'm wo r th ?" "You told me some weeks ago that you won $300 on D. & L and that ma de you worth$500." "How do you know but I've made a millipn since?" "Oh, go bag your head! You ha ven't made a cent since or you would have told me." "That so? Don't fly a.way with the idea that I'm telli ng all I know." "And don't you fly away with the idea that you can joll y me into believing a lot of tommyrot." I haven't asked you to believe anything You're d o ing all the howling yourself." "You said you were going to buy a few thousand s hares of H. & L. to try your luck, didn't you?" "What if I did?" "How can you when H & L. is going at 69?" ''.Tha.t's my business, Dicky." "Say, you're all right! Good-bye; I'm in a hurry," and Butterick walked a way. That afternoon 'Tum went around to the little bafilk and gave an order for 2,000 shares of H & L Next day it was up to 69 7-8. On the following afternoon it had craw l ed up to 71. Three days afterward it was quotecr' at 73. That day Tom got a letter from the man with the wh is. kers saying that he believed he had gotten hold of a clue a t last which might lead to results He was going to Denver and wanted: the boy to him another $500 Tom told Mr. Carvel and sent Johnson$300 by draft. On the following day there was great excitement on bhe Exchange. H. & L. started to boom l ike wil dfire In one hour it advanced ten points, and closed that d ay at 85 It opened next morning at 86, and the traders were wild over it. When the price reached a fraction above 90 Tom had a chance to go to the bank and order his shares sol d I nside of ten min u tes he was out of the m arket with a profit of '$42,000. He was now worth$56,000 in good money. Next day he met Dick on his way to the Exchange "I've made a haul out of H. & L.," he said. How much did you make?" asked his friend, curio u s l y. "Enough to make me feel kind of liberal. You didn' t give me the tip, but you said enough to put me on the track

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Its A FORTUXE A'l' STAKE. of the deal. Here's $500. Put it in your vest pocket and say nothing Tom pushed five$100 into Dick's hand and then skipped away before Butterick could recoYer from his astonishment. CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH TOM PASSES THE $100 000 MARK. fom," said Mrs. Sedgwick at the supper table on the foll owing evening, "what does this mean? I found it on the tab l e i n your room this morning Tom looked and beheld the statement he had received the previous day alongwith his cl1eck from the little bank on Nassau Street. It contained-Item one, proiit on 2,000 shaJ.'es of H. & L. stock purchased at G9 and sold at 90 3-8,$42,750; item two, m1d interest, $550; item three, margin de p osit,$13,800-total balance, $56,000. Tom 1ookr1l ruefully a.cross the table at Olfre Kin()' to w h om he had already conficiecl his good fortune, and tJ1E'n somewhat doubtfully at hi s m o ther. "Just a little stock transaction, mother," he replied. "A little stock transaction," s he repeated, glancing at it aguin. 'The Bank of Nassau Street in account with Thomas Sedgwick,$56,000.' How coulcl you be interested i n a stock transaction imolving such a large sum of money?" "Easily enough, if I was forttma te enough to have the margin to put up on the deal." "lt says here, 'margin d epos it, $13 ; 800.' Is this some t h ing that you executed for Mr. Carvel?" "No, mother, it's something I put through for myself." "I should be glad if you would give me a clearer ex pl ana.ti on." "Once UQn a time, mother, I came into possessioo nf$55 I put it up as margin on 10 sha res of A. & 0. at 52. I sold out at 66 and made $145. Tha t sum, together with my margin deposit, which was returned to me, gave me a capital of$200. I told you about the transactio.n and you made me give up the $200. I wanted to keep it ro make more with, but you couldn t see it. You remember that, don't you?" "Oerta.inJy, I do. The inoney is in the Bronx Savings I nstitution with my own funds, a .nd it i$ safe there . One of these days you'll get it back with interest, and everything e lse I own, including this house." "l know it, mother, but I ho;pe it may be a great many years before I get it back that way. I prefer my mother to all the money and property in the world "You're a good boy, Tom," smiled his mother; "but that isn't explaining the meaning of this paper." '"I'm coming to it. When I found you wouldn't let me have that $200 I made up my mind to save another$2.00, and I did." "An d you never told me?" "Not a whisper," laughed Tom. "I invested it in 3D shares of D. & L and made $300. That gave me$500." Tom Sedgwick, are -you telling the truth?" D id know me to tell you an untruth?" "Xo, Tom, never." 1T he $500 I put into 100 of C. & A., < llhl clcare L 1$2,300." His mother almost gasped. "Do you remember the evening that yo1ir F'1x:nc1rnian lodger attacked me in my roorn "Of course I do." "You rememter seeing the tin box orrrtnmecl on the floor?" "Yes." "The $2,800, my capital at the time. \\':lS undrT it." "And you never--" "No, I neYer let on." "Why should you conceal the money from "Because I didn't want it to follow the into lh<' Bronx Savings Bank" l\frs. Sedgwick hardly knew whether to be provoked willi her son or not. '"l'l1e$2,800 enabled me to co1Tal 600 shares of P. & B. at 45, wt1ich I a.fterward i:;okl at G5 3-8, making a proril in round numbers of $12,000. I was tlicn worth$15,000. Row you know how I was able to put. up t!t,it $13,800 on H. & L. The statement shows you lhat J macle$42,000. I am now worth exactly $56,0oo: fm1 gave$.iOO to Dick Butterick because in a way he put me on to the deal. Now youl' e got the whole story." "Do you mean to say that you're worth nt this moment $56,000 ?" asked his mother, incredulously. "Every nickel of it. If you want the you cal1 have it, but the$50,000 is ihe capital by hich I 11lTpe to make a good many more thousands before I'm a :veaJ' olde1. If you hadn't taken tJrn.t $200 from me I might have been worth more." :Mrs. Sedgwick was so paralyzed by Tom's sta.ternent that he forgot to say whether she wanted the$6,000 or not. It was some time before she could realize that her son was so well off. "Money must be made very easily in Wall Street when boys like you can pick up so much." "You forrgc:t how smart I am," laughed Tom. "Olive, dear," said Mrs. Sedgwick, "you are pretty well acquainted with WaJl Street. What do you think abQlut this matter?" "I think Tom is a very lucky boy," the girl answered. As the boy's natural guardian, Mrs. Sedgwick thought it was her dutyto take charge of that $56,000, but under the circumstances she wasn't sure but he could make better use of it himself So, after thinking the matter over she concluded to let things rest for the present as they were, half persuaded that before many wooks he would tell her that he was worth$100,000 rrwo weeks went by after that and Tom ran errands and carried messages like any other Wall Street lad in his line Then one evening when he got home he found a letter from Steve Johnson saying that the clue he was followfog had not panned out as well as he had expected, but that still had hopes of finding out something. He suggested that a couple hundred dollars more wouldn't come amiss, and advised Tom tp stri ke Mr. Carvel for it. Tom forwarded hi m $100 and to l d him to economize. S c J o lrr ti on E: ke1:S won ser e E re a s flu e to t 11 tha a y his l of: ] vat an caf e n loi at io t u s b PAGE 20 t t t e 0 I. ,t n 0 r. n n et at 'th h a 1e. ;er no )l'e vel A FORTUNE AT STAKE. Several times Ur. Carvel asked his messenger about Steve Johnson, !rut Tom always evaded giving any exact informa tion as to that man's 1rhereabouts. Knowing, as the broker clid, that the man with the whis kers ha.d him where the ha.ir 1rns short, he could not help wondering why his ex clerk did not appear and turn the screws on him He was prepared to purchase Steve's si l ence at any reasonable price, but so far, through some mysterious in fluence, presurnedly on his messenger's part, Johnson failed to lake advantage of his grip. Ur. Carvel endeavored to find out from Tom how it was that Steve Johnson kept so quiet, but the boy wasn't sa.ying anything at present, and so the broker could on l y puzzle his own brain for a solution of the enigma .. Four weeks more passed away an d then ''Dom got hold of another good tip. He and Dick were attending a show at a well-known vaudeville house. During intermission they went out to stretch their legs, and after stretching them to some extent tliey entered a cafe for a drink-of lemonade Here Tom heard two brokers conversing about a syndicate they 1rer.e interested in which had just boon formed to boom S. & T. stock. Although Tom did not hear very much, he learned enough to comince him tha. t he would make no mistake in l oading up with the stock in questi@, which was going at 72 He passed the tip on io Dick, as that youth was itching to double or treble the$500 he had received from his friend. Next morning Tom \\"ent to a well known brokerage es tablishment and arranged for the purchase of 5,000 shares of the stock. order with a broker to get it and put up the margin How about yourself?" "I left my order with the bank for 65 shares. I see the price is up half a point now." "You ought to be worth more than a thousand when this deal is over, if you sell out at the right time." "That's what rm looking for "Yes, we' re all looking for the coin thooe days, old man. Well, so-long, I must get back to the office.',. There was not much doing in S. & T. for two-days, the price slowly advancing to 74, then it began to attract some attention owing to its scarcity in the face of buying orders from the outside speculators The demand being greater than the supply, the price be, gan to jump, and "'hen the Exchange closed the third day after the boys had secured a hold on their shares the stock "'as quoted at 76. Next morning quite a crowd of traders gathered a;round the S & T standard looking f or the stock for their cus tomers. It opened at 76 5-8, and at noon reached 7!). The brokers, scenting a boom ahead. were Ycry eager lo get. hold of the stock, and the result was the price kept o n the rise. Other stocks participated in the lmllislt feeling, and the bears got under cover. By two o'clock the Exchange 11 n s in a whirlwind of ex citement. Dick Butterick kept his <') Con thr Lape 1rhencver he got a chance, and was so excit e d that he could hardly a.ttend to his work. It was a new experience {2r him. Every little while h e found himself another $65 ahead of the game, and he felt jus L a s if he wa' finding money by the fistful. "\\'ho is this for?" askefl the head of the house as Tom 'Tom was taking things coolly, notwithstanding that every was counting out the$36,000 maJgin. advance of II. point repres enlecl a profit of $5:000 to him "l\Iake out the order and I'll sign it," replied the boy. At half-past two s. & T. was g oing at 82, and that mean t "Whom do yo11 represent?" if he sold out nnw he woulcl be worth$100,000. "l represent myself. Any objection?" ;From the general appearance of things he was coofiden t "No, not as lnng as you've got the money; but it's rather that it would be sa.fe to hold on for a higher figure u nusual The stock closed at 8 that day. "Unusual things arc constantly happening in Wall Tom and Dick met b y appointment at half-past three Street," replied Torn. and shook hands over the outlook. "I suppose you're acting for somebody who doesn't wish "I think I'll order my shares to be sold at 85. That wili to };e known in tl:e t:a .nsadion," said give me a profit of something over $800," sa i d .Dick. I have no obJcction to you supposmg what you please; "I would if you think yon wont get much chance to get but that doesn't say that your suppos i tion is correct." around to the bank to-morrow," said Tom. The broker Ia ughed "I don't think l'll get any cha.nee. I was kept Lhe He _didn't for a moment bel ieve t hat Tom was the prin-jump all day and it will be the thing to-morrow. c 1pal m the deal. We're loaded up with orders to buy stocks." However, as the boy was putting up Lhe mQney he hacl to "Then rret out while you've the chance," a.dvised 'J.1om. recognize him in that capacity. "It's diff;ent with me We're fairly busy, but nobody Tom signed the order, got his memorandum and left the calls me down if I take a few minutes to mvself." office. So Dick put his selling order in tha.t for the Dick Butterick about the same time managed to get next morning. around to the little bank on Nassau Street and put up the Tom held 011 until eben next day, when S. & T1 h:icl necessaJ.'y margin to secure 65 shares of S. & T. for himself. gone up to 89 1-2, then he on1erec1 his broker to close out That afternoon the two boys met. his holdings Did you get in on S & T., as you said you were going That night he told his mother and Olive at the suppe r to, Tom?" asked Butterick. table that he had been in a big deal on the market and had ''Sur e thing. I bought q u ite a b l ock. .At l east, I left my cleared$86,000.

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, 20 A FORTUNE AT STAKE. "That makes me worth just $142,000," he said, com placently. His mother had ceased to be astonished at anything he might do downtown in the speculative line since she learned that he was worth$56,000, and she accepted his statement as another evidence of his remarkable luck. Olive, JmoWi.ng better how things went in WaJI Street, was amazed a t his good fortune, and judged that he must be a wonderfully sma.rt boy. And while Tom was being patted on the back in his own home, Diqk was in the seventh heaven of delight in Iris, for he had given the whole family a fit by his decla.ratfon that he had made $800 that day in the stock market and was worth, aJI told, a matter of$1,300. OHAPITER XII. TOM GETS HOLD OF A DANDY TIP. not a soul knew me, nor would care for me when I came. And yet, in spite of that, I just had to come. It seemed as if I couldn't help myself." "Well, you have found friends who do care for you, haven't you?" "Yes. I have been very fortunate indeed in that respect. Your mother is very, very good to me, and I have learned to love her very much." "And how about me? Any fault to find with the way I've acted toward you?" "No, no . \'"ou've been very good, too," she said, fl.ashing a grateful look in his face. "And don't you lorveeme just a little bit, too?" Olive blushed and looked a.t the ground. "Well, I suppOBe I've no right to expect you to think so much o f me, but I wish you did, for I think the world of you. If you were my sister I couldn't lik e yo u better." Olive remained silent, and for a few mini1tes Tom sa.id no more. "Say," he blurted out, at last, "don't you believe that I think a lot of you?" That evening Tom took Olive out for a >rnlk. "Yes," she answered, a pa:!lse. It was a fine night, calm and warm, with a round moon "Have you any objection to it?" hanging like a white globe in the sky. "Why should I?" "Glad you shook the Y. W. O. A. and came to live with "The more I see o f you the more I feel that you are the us, Olive?" asked Tom. nicest and sweetest girl in all the world. I don't like to "Oh, yes. It seems just like home to me," she replied. think tha t some day you may meet another fellow tha.t "You have never mentioned anything about your people you'll like better than me. I am sure it fOuld break me since you've been with us. Your father and mother a.re all up." dead, I suppose." Olive said nothing, but kept her head bent down. "Yes." "Olive, don't you !mow that I care for you as much as I "Hadn't you any brothers or sisters?" do for-mother?" Olive shook her hea.d. She made no reply. "Well, you and I a .re in the same hoaL i : 1 th a t r e spect "Don't you ca.re whether I c1o or not?" he asked, anxWe are a pair of lone chicks. You came from St. Louis, iously. I think you told us?" "Yes," she returned in a low tone. "Yes." "If you do ca.re, won't you say tha t you love me just a "How long did you Ii ve there?'' little?"' "Ever since I was a little girl." The street was silent and deserted at that spot, and Tom "And before that?" stopped under a big oveThanging elm. "We lived in Denver." "I want to know, Olive. You are everything to me. If "You were born in Denver, then?" I lost you I shouldn't ca.re whether I lived or not," said the "I'm not sure of tha.t." .boy, earnestly. "I want to find out just how I stand with "Didn't your mother ever tell you where you were born?" you. The uncertainty of the thing is won-ying me. Tell "No. I never thought anythin/6 about the matter. I me, won't you? Do you care for me? Do you love me a suppose I was born in Denver, because I do not remember little?" anything but is associated with that city." He lifted her face gently in his two hands, but she kept "I guess you were born there, then. How did you like her eyes averted. it there?" "You won't speak. I suppose that means that you "I can ha.rdly tell you, as I was very young when we don't--" moved to St. Louis." "No, no, Tom. I do care for you." "How came you to come to New York all by yourself?" "How much?" "I always had a great longing tc come to New York and "With all my heart,'' she cried, dropping her head on live,'' she replied. "I can't tell you just wb.y, but somehis shoulder thing seemed always turning my thoughts in this direction. "Do you love me with all your heart?" I have often wbnderecl what it was. It was just as if some"Yes. I )ove you dearly. Better than any one else in thing was drawing me here-something that I could not the world." resist." '"Then .kiss me, dear." "That was funny." She raised her lips to his, and the moon was the only "Yes. Well, a.fter mother died and I was left entirely witness of their young love, and tha t luminary wasn't givalone, the feeling became stronger than ever. I felt tinrid ing anything away. about making the trip to such a la rge city as this is, where The rest of their walk was a dream of happiness, and '= 'I tl : \\ a a ' }

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l " 0 f a I e 0 . t e I a 11 [ f te h 11 a in n ly v_ A FORiTUNE AT STAKE. 21 Tom thought that winning the biggest kind of a stake in the stock market wasn't a circumstance to it. A week later Tom rec e ived the following laconic epistle from the ma.n with the whiskers: "St. Louis, J unEt 10, 189 "I<'riend Sedgwick: I've strnck the trail a.t last. It's a warm one. S end me $100. Yours, STEVE. "Address me care of the Planter's Hotel." "I wonder if he' s telling me the truth?" mused the boy, as he read the note a second time. "If he couldn't lea.rn anything at Silver Creek where 1\fr. Carvel's wife died, and where alMhe records of the case are, how can the trail be so warm in St. Louis? Well, I must send him the hundred, or he'd be back here bothering me for his papers I hope he does find out where the girl is. It would be a whole lot of satisfaction for me to know. I wonder if she's pretty? Well, one thing is certain-she isn't in it with Olive, I'll bet any money." So Tom sent$100 to Steve Johnson, ca.re of the Pla.ntei-'s Hotel, St. Louis, Mr. Carvel giving it to him. He looked to hear from Steve within two weeks, but four passed and no word came. One day Mr. Carvel sent Tom with a note to the secre tary of the Mining Exchange. The gentleman was not in when he got there, but Tom was told he was expected a.ny minute. As the note was important Tom took a seat by an open window that overlooked a small area. Diagonally across from him was another open window, out of which floated a conversation between two men which attracted the boy's attention and interested him very much "You are sure this information is to be on?" said a deep-toned voice. "Positive. My brother had it straight from one of the directors of the road,'' said another voice. "I know that the B. & 0 has been after that line for a long time, but as it was a close corporation they did not seem able to connect." "The deal is concluded now, and the pa pers will be signed in a day or two." "How much R. & N. stock is there out? We must get a hustle on and buy up a H we ca.n get hold of before the news that it has been absorbed by the B. & 0 gets out. There is a fortune in it for us." "I'm afraid there is very little held in this city prob abl y not over 25,000 shares. There is an old la dy named Sprague in Germantown, Philadelphia, however, who has a block of it that she's been wanting to sell for a long tiine. She has always asked too much for it, as things stood heretofore, and nobody would buy it at her figure." "What does she ask?" "Sixty." "R. & N. hasn't sold highBr than 55 in years." "Tlrnt's right. Ten days from now, however, it will be sought for at 75, so we can afford to pay the old lady 60 for her holdings." "How ma.ny shares has she?" "Thirty thousand." "At the market price her shares are wortli over a million and a half. She seems to be pretty well fixed." "She is. She's worth a million or two beside that stock : "How did she get so much of the stock of that mad?" "Her husband was one of the original stockho l ders a n d directors. He left it to her." 1 "I wou ldn't mind being lier heir-atlaw,'' laughe d the other. "She's got a small army of grandchildren a.nd others to divide her property among. They've been looking for her to die these ten years, but she holds on like a major, and may last ten years yet." "That's the way with some old people. They never know enough to drop out and let their wealth circulate Well, about that stock. If we pay 60 for it, it will coot us $1,800,000 It will be a whole lot of money to raise on short notice. I suppose we'll have to take the who l e b l ock or nothing?" "Yes. We've got the l'.Cst of the week ta get the money. I'll send one of my clerks on to Mrs. Sprague with$50,000 to buy a week's option on the stock. Then we'll be sure of it." "All right. When will you send him?" "To-morrow morning.'' "Very good. I'll get brny at once to raise my half of the amount. I can get half a million easy enough right off the reel, but I'll have to borrow the rest." "It will pay you. We should clear nearly a quarter o f a million a piece There was a shuffling of chairs in the room as if the men had gotten up, and presently Tom heard a door slam. 'l'om medita.ted on what he hacl just heard. "I have $142,000 lying idle I should like to turn it into a quarter of a million. Th.is seems to be a chance The question is, will 'I be a.ble to get hold of any of those 25,0 00 shares in this city? I'm afraid they may have already been snapped up by the p e ople on the outside I'd like to get the inside track on that old lady' s stock. Sh.; wants eight points a bove the market. If the gentlemen next door are willing to pay that for it, it i$ a good sign that the price of the stock will soon take on a boom. If I had a couple of million to spare I'd go to Philadelphia, look her up and make her a n offer o.f 60. By the way, that gentleman spoke about sending his clerk with $50,000 to get a seven-clay option. What's the matter with me taking$100,000 and trying to secure a fifte en-da y option? The boom will be on in ten days, a(!cording to that gentleman next door, who seems to know it all. It will be considerable of a risk, but there seems to be something like half a million profit in it. Those brokers next door wou l d have a fit if I got ahead of them." 1 Just then the secretary of the Exchange came in, and iTom handed him the note he ha.cl brought. In a few minutes he was going downstairs with the an swer in his pocket, and his mind busy with thoughts of what was going to happen in R. & N. stock. CHAPTER XIII. A WALL STREET llfESSENGER'S DEAL. T110 market was rather dead about this time. All the different exchanges were scarcely doing enough .

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. 22 \ A FORJTUNE A'l' STAKE business to keep the brokers in pocket-money-at least that's the way the traders put it. Mr. Carvel was doing hardly anything, and consequently Tom was having a pretty easy time of it. When he delivered the nole from the secretary of the l\Iining Exchange he went to his chair and sat down For the next half-hour he did some pretty tall thinking. Finally he came to a sudden resolution He walked into the private office and asked permission to get off for the rest of the day. l\II'.. Carvel felt that he was under too much of an obliga tion to the boy to refuse him almost any request, so he said he could go It was near noon, and the first thing Tom did was to go and get his lunch Having eaten as much as he wanted he hastened to his box in a safe deposit vau l t and took out $100,000 in big bills. Putting them in an inner pocket, he stmted for the Cort landt Street ferry. He bought a round-trip ticket to Philadelphia. A train was on the point of starting over the Pennsyl vania line. As soon as he reached Jersey City he bomded it and about two hours later he got off at Germantown Junction. He hunted around the drug-stores till he found a city d irectory. This he consulted for the address of Mrs. Sprague. Re found where she lived, hired a cab and was directly to her residence. 10n asking for the old lady he was shown up to a sitting room on the second floor, where l!e found her reading . He lost no time in introducing himself and the object of his visit. He asked her what she wanted for her R. & N. stock. "Sixty dollars a share," she replied. "You ha .ve thirty thousand shares?" "Yes. Six certificates of 5,000 eacl1. I will s ell the whole or none," she &aid. "Will you give me an opti n on. tho stock, good for fif teen days?" .asked Tom. "I wiU, if you pay a deposit of$50,000,rto be forfeited in case you fail to pay for the shares at the end of that time." "I agree to that, ma'am." "Very well. I will give you a note my bank.ers but it is too late for you to do any business to day. In the morning you can take the note to Drexel & Co., pay the $50,000 and get the option. rrhe bank has a power-of attorney from me to transact business jn, my name. You will have the privi l ege to take up'the stock any time within the fifteen days, but if you fail to do it your money will revert to me, and the option will be of no further value." "All right, Mrs Sprag11e That's business," replied Tom, with a smile. old lady tlien wrote the note, handed il io him and he took his leave. The cah took him to a do1rntown hotel, where he pro posed to spend the night. The first thing he did after registering was to send a despatch to his mother informing her tha.t he wouldn't be home that night; then he went out to inspect tlie town and kill time till the dinner hour. After dinner he to a nearby theater, and after that to bed Next morning at ten he was at the Drexel Bank. It tdok him less than. half an hom to transact his busi ness, and then he sta.rtecl for the Pennsylvania depot to return to New York. He felt pretty good, for he he l d the option on 30,000 shares of R. & N. stock, goocLfor fifteen days Tom reported at his office a.bout one o'clock, and ex plained his absence during the morning by saying he had been at Phil adelphia since the previous afternoon. The young messenger chuckled when he thought about the two brokers who were busy raising the money to buy the very stock that he now had a two weeks' call on. When the clerk came back and reported that somebody had secured a fifteen day opt i on on the certificates they would certainly have a good sized fit He didn't know who these traders were, and his l ack of knowledge in this respect did not greatly worry him. What chiefly engaged his attention was how he was to dispose of the stock when the price went up to a figure that would allow him a good profit He could not rajsc the money to take up the stock and therefore would have to sell the option The question that now presented itself was to whom 1ronkl he be able to sell so l arge an amount of the stock as 30,000 shares, which even at 60 invo l ved the i;un1 of$1,800,000. If the price went to 70 it would amounL to $300,000 more. He began to foar that he might have bit.ten off more than he could chew He had fifteen clays in which to figure the matter out., but practically nothing could be done until the boom sta.rted in, and that might not be for ten or even twelve days hence As the case stood he had a fortune a.t stake, and it seemed somewhat of a problem how he woulu come out in the end. That day the attempt of some brokers to buy R. & N in the open market drew attention to its scarcity The resu l t was those who had any of the stock wanted a higher price than 52, and before the Exchange closed for the clay it went to 56. Next day the demand ca .usecl a further rise to 58. This was very sa tisfactory to Tom, who had not looketl to sec any great activity in the price for a week, at least. On the third day it was quoted at 59, and on the next at 60. 1Tfo:lrc it remained for five days Rumors of the consummation of a l ong pending deal between the B & 0 and the R. & N. were now appearing in the newspapers, but there was no offici al confirma.tion of the fact. Still, these reports, taken in connection with the great scarcity of the stock, had the effect of causing R. & N to rise to 63. About noon on the tenth day the news came out from an official source, and then there was excitement to burn in the Exchange vVithin fifteen minutes a .fter the Street had undoubted information about the consolidation 70 was being offered with no talrnrs for R. & N. The price, however, kept going up, and at three o'clock some of the stock was sold for 75. .... T m bt or pl p it. th hi hi p : Of ('0 Ul 8 in th w h w th SU go h co ye N Ji pD PAGE 24 t 1 J f t 0 n n d d : k A FOHfl'UNE AT STAKE. 23 "It is time that J got busy with my option," thought I "That was the name. He and his wife carried her to Torn. 1 If I could dispose of the certificates in sections I Denver." might probably have no great trouble in gdting rid of it, "Where?'' asked the surprised boy. but Mrs. Sprague said it ,\rould only be sold .in "Denver, the 8hief city in ihe State. I hacl a good deal one batch. The s tock is now worth$2,250,000, giving me a of tro11ble trying to locate the King family. When I did profit in sight of nearly half a million. But if I fail to disget track of them I found they had moved to St. Louis." pose of my option my wmic will be Dennis, with a cap"S11ffering jew's-hnrp s !" almost gasped Tom. ital D." "What"s the matter?" Wh e n he w ent home t.hat ni.ght he had almost come to "Nothing. Go on." the conch1sion tha.t he would have to get Mr. Carvel to help "St. Louis is a mighty big town. It ain't easy to ;(incl n him out with 1he matter. person who se name i sn't in the direetory when you.have.n't At s upp e r he \1:as RO preoccupied tha.t his mother asked the ghost of an idea where they're located. I found a.J1_1 him if anything was worr} ing l1im. number of Kings, but not the particular King I was huntin' 'W ell, mother, J made a deal that afternoon I went to for. But ['m a s ticker when I set a.bout doin' anythin'. Philad elphia whi c h lias nette<1 m e a paper profit of $450,I kept up the sea rch arnl got the police to help me. Finally 000. \\' hats bothering me is how to get the profiL that is I l?cat e d t110 right Kings, and thon I that they w e re co111ing t o nJe. matte r s stand there is a fortune at stake, c1ead." un PAGE 25 24 A FOR'TUNE AT STAKE. "Carvel!" exclaimed the girl, looking at Tom. "Exactly Your father--" Steve paused and looked at Tom for instructions. "Is my father alirn?" asked Olive, excitedly. "He is," said Tom. "Where is he? Do you !mow, T 'om ?" "I do. He is living in this city. "If my father is alive why did he not take care of me, after my mother's death? Why was I adopted by Mr. King?" asked the girl anxiously, with a throbbing heart. "Because your father never knew that he had a daughter till a few month5 ago." "He never knew?" said Olive, in a puzzled tone. "No. He believed tha t yom mother died without ha ving given birth to you, consequently for the past seventeen years he has been iu ignorance .of your existence." "Why?" "T:J e was in this city when your mo ther died in Silver CrP.ek." "Could he not have found "There are reasons why he did not." "What are t11ey ?" "I can't explain just now." "You sa. y my father is living in this city?" "Yes." Johnson then told her how h er mother was a ste nog rapher in a Chicago office >1-here he and her father were em ploy e d ; how Carvel became infatuated with her and mar her; how, after three years, her father came to New York while her mother w ent to SilYer Creek, Colorado, where her brother was, for h e r health ; and how un founded report of her hu sband's sudden death reaching her proved to be her death warrant. Olive listened t earfu ll y to his recit al. The name Ca.rvel naturall y made an impression on her, as she was employed by a brok e r of that name. Sl!lddenly a strong suspicion of the truth began to tak e shape in her mind. "Tom," she said, in an excited and earnest tone, "is Mr. Frederick Carvel, the man with whom we are both employed, any relation to me?" "He is." "Is he--is he--my-father ?" "Yes, Olive he is your r eal father." CHAPTER XV. A FORTUNE AT STA KE. "Then you will take me to him won' t you?" "Sure, I will, but not until I Ji-ave s traighten e d matters Tom was down at the u s u a l time next mornin g, but Olive out. Mr. Johns on and I hav e got to first proYc to hi s satdid not come with him as was her custom. isfaction that you arc his dau g hter." When Mr. Ca.rvel came in and was ready to dictate some "And you will do that a t once?" she cried, eager l y l e tters he wanted to ]mow. where his stenog rapher was. "We will do it to-morrow. 'fhc s e papers \rill furnish all Tom told him that she wouldn't be down that day, so the necessa.ry facts to establis h your i PAGE 26 no g e m-11ar Nl'W a. do un her her, take Mr. emOliYe some y, so s t en-& N e out sloch: A FORTUNE AT STAKE. 25 Torn spoke so confidently tlrnt the capitalist began to look I "The forged check and confession of James Duggl eby at the propo sitio n in a new light. implicating you in the plot to ruin Johnson are in my pos" Your option calls for GO) you say?" session," replied the boy, calmly . "Yes, sir." "How did you get hold of them?" asked the broker, in "That is$1,800, 000. How much cleposit clid you surprised trepidation. put up?" '"T'hey came into my possession at the time I saved John" Fifty thousand dollars son's l ife at the fire "The pTi ce 1rill probably go to 80 to day. That repre"That was some months ago, and you neYcr told me." sents a profit 011 paper to you 0 $GOO,OOO. You, howeve r "No, sir. I had a reason for it." stand in the 1 igM of a who has bitten off more than. "Is it your purpose to make u se of them against me, he can chc1r. Yoll haYen't the money to put the deal after all?'' asked l\'Ir. Carvel, bitterly. through, cousC>1p1en U y you stand a good show of los ing your "That depend s deposit arnl the big profit in nnless yo11 can get a "Ah! ''I'hc!n you have a price, af'ter all. You promised mon eyed man lo h e lp you out. I'll teiryou what I'll me--'' do for you) if the option i s aH ri ght. 1111 give you$3$0,000 "I to l d you tha. t day in the cab that I rega.rded your in for it. Tha.t. the amount of your deposit and half the tere s ts as of the first importance as long as my con prnfi ts in e i g Ii t." scj ence---'' "I think that's t oo har PAGE 27 26 A FORJTUNE AT STAKE. I Steve Johnson did so.$1, 75D,OOO, payable to the order of Drex e l & Co., I'11ila-The broker hea .rdhim through and then threw up the delphia had it certified, and handed it to Tom. sponge "I am in the power of both of you," he said, bitterly. 'What is tl price I have to pay for silence?" ''There is only one price and that is-acknowledge your daughter. Take her to your heart and home, a.nd treat her as she is to be trea.ted." "I dare not. My wife--" "Face it out like a man Mr. Carrel. Tell her the trnth." "Confess that I committed bigamy, though uncons c ious ly! l\Iy Heavens! I eannot clo it!" ''You dicl not commit s ir Steve Johnson did 110L tell you the exact truth. Yonr first wife died one day before yo-u married the present. Mr8 Carvel." "ls lhat the truth?" '' ll is, and those pa.pers prove i !. / "Then I yield. I will acknowle THE END. _, Read "HIS LAST NICKEL; OR IT DID FOR JACK RAND," which will b e the next number ( 12!1) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly." 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l ) Ly l.Y J e s FAME AND FO.,RTUNE WEEKLY. 27 Fame and Fortune Weekly :Nmv YonK. 1\fAncn 13, lfl08. Terms to Subscribers. Single Coples ............................................. One Copy Three nonths ................................. One Copy Six nonths ........ ....................... ... One Cop7 One Year .................................... Postage Free. How 'l'o SEND MONEY. .05 Cents .65 u $1.:15 2.50 At our risk send P. 0. Money Order, Check, or Registered Letter; re mittances in any other way are at your risk. \.Ve accept Postage Stamps the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the coin in a separate piecu or paper to a void cutting the envelope. J Vrite lfOUr nam.e and address plainllf. Address letters to Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Sq., New York. GOOD STORIES. It is learned from reports made to the State Game Commis si-0ner by Illinois farmers who this spring received consignments of pheasants that these eggs showed a 55 percentage of hatch. The great trouble found in distributing the eggs was rough handling by the express companies. The majority of farmers reporting hatches state that the birds are doing well" and are now more than half grown. If some meai:is can be devised whereby the express companies will give greater care and attention to the eggs, this method of restocking the State will be a great success. Next season it is proposed to have the deputies from the various counties of Illinois call at the office of the Game Department in Sprillgfield and take the eggs home with them and distribute them from their own offices. In the last fiscal year we sold to Japan merchandise of our own production to the value of$38,465,000. Our sales in China, including Hongkong, ainount to more than $50,000,000. The Japanese trade reports show that for the calendar year of 1905 the American producers sold in that empire goods to the value of$52,000,000, a statistical statement justified by the fact that during the war we sold more in Japan than after the conclusion of peace. During the same calendar year the sales of Japanese commodities in the United States had a value of $47,000,000, our trade being, in this respect, larger than that which Japan has with any other country, with the ex ception of China. The chief products sent to the United States were tea, camphor, silk fabrics, matting, earthenware and raw silk, the last-named constituting in value more than half of the entire exports. Professor Huxley was once surprised by b eing asked to pre sid e at a meeting of the Anti-Tobacco League. He accepted the invitation, and was heartily greeted by the large audi ence In his speech he told an anecdote of a visit he paid to another scientist to discuss a recent discovery, and they agreed on all subjects except one. "My friend," continued Huxl ey, "was a great smoker, while I hated tobacco in any form. (Great applause.) On one occasion, when nearly suf foca ted by my friend's cigar smoke, I expostulated with him, but he pushed the cigars toward me, saying: 'Take one your self, old man; it's the best remedy.' Reluctantly I took on e and smoked it. And since that time, ladies and gentlemen, nothin g on earth would induce me--(frantic applause)-to forego my after-dinner smoke." The le arned gentleman was ...never again asked to preside a t a similar gathering. Con sul Albert Halstead reports that an a utomatic chainmaking machine has been perfected by o.ne of the directors of an English concern that has factories in Bradford and Bir mingham. He thus describes it: "The idea i s said to have originated in Canada, and for smaller sizes, as reaping and binding machines, was something of a success. It appears that for heavier chains and larger sizes the machine had to be reconstructed and remodeled. This is what has been done here: It draws in a steel bar at one end and the bar issues at the other end in the form of a steel link chain comp l ete ly assembled. In the process of manufacturing the chain by this machine none of the metal is lost, the weight of the chain upon completion being exactly that of the metal before manufacture. The machine is so contrived that the metal bar is pierced and the parts thus formed compose a fiat link. Each perfected link comprises a joint consisting of a. raised projection or lip at one end, having a convex outer surface of about a quarter of a circle, while at the othe r end the centre portion is carried over to form about four-fifths of the circle, hitch ing over the lip end of the next link, an open space permitting detachment sidewise. I have a sample of a chain, the length of each link of which is 3 inches and the width 21;2 inches on the outside and 1 5-16 inches on the inside, that is said to have a breaking strain of 3,400 pounds, corresponding to a malleable link with a breaking strain of 1,600 pounds, aml also a sample 'link 1% inches by 1 5-16 inches on the inside that is said to have a breaking strain of 1,100 pounds, corresponding to a malleable link with a breaking strain of 540 pounds." RIB TICKLERS. "'l'here's one great, trouble about this unparalleled prosper ity.'' "What's that?" "Keeps everybody broke living up to it.'' "You'd better take out some life insurance." "Go on. I'm so healtby I won't die for sixty years yet." "But if yo u get a policy you'll probably work yourself to death paying pre miums." "We want a man for our inquiry office," said the manager, "but he must be able to answer all sorts of questions and not get irritated." "That's all right, sir," repli ed the applicant. "I'm the father of eight children.'' "Heard about Archie?" "No." "Poor beggar! He's in an awful hole. He had arranged to leave for the holidays to-day, and now he can't go. His stupid laundress sent all his pajamas home with the crease down the wrong way.'' "Go od gra cious!" Subbubs-Who's the fellow Backlotz brought out with him last evening? Naybor-That's a fellow he's trying to sell his house to. Subbubs,..-Silly chump! How on earth can he expect to sell the house to the fellow if he lets him see it be forehand? No women have done more for hJimanity and for the in dividual than the o l d-maid reformer and the old-maid aunt. There is none to whom we owe a deeper debt of gratitude, and none whom we could not better spare, says a writer in the Cosmopolitan. For be assured of this: God sends olrl maids into the world to do the work that the rest of us le ave undone. Commenting to a friend the other day on the number of, embezz lements that have been perpetrated by bank employees the last year, Richard Delafield president of the National Park Bank, remarked with a wearied look: "In hiring a bank clerk these days it is a vital mistake to judge a man by his appearance. He may look as innocent as a babe in the cradle, have bang-up references, and may not drink, smoke, or swear. But all these count for naught. The only way you can tell his true character to a dead certainty is when he appropriates a big wad of the bank's money and disappears." PAGE 29 28 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. I A NIGHT AMONG RATTLESNAKES By Col. Ralph Fenton. ''I've heard a good many yarns about snakes," said the old hunter after he had smoked a pipe, "but I can relate some experiences to make your hair stand up. As a I didn't mind meeting with a rattler now and then, and I ve got up in the morning to shake 'em off my blankets, but there was one time when I was really broken up. "It was on the Upper Pecos River, New Mexico, before the war. I was in the mountains to the north of where Fort Sumner now stands. There was a sort of trading-post there then, and about a company of soldiers was stationed there. "When you come to talk about rattlesnakes you want to go to New Mexico to find the biggest, sassiest, and hardest biter of the Jot. He is always ready for a row, and it's immaterial to him whether he rattles b efore he strikes or waits ten minutes afterward. Some rattlers will crawl away from you sooner than have a row, but these New Mexico fellers won't budge until they are whipped . "I was sort of prosp ecting and hunting together, and 1t was midsummer. I had toggled up a sort of shanty to keep the weather out, and was getting alol:g as well as could be expected, when i began to notice an inqr ease in the number of rattlers. "I'd come across one every hour c,; two, instead of one in tw-0 days, and I had several narrow e3..:apes from being bitten. It struck me that they were also unusually sassy, but I went on my work and didn't get too much upsot. I had made my shanty against a sort of cave in the s ide of a rocky hill, and the fire by which I cooked my fodder and warmed my self was at the door-a l eetle \nside of it, perhaps. "On the ev8fning of which I am speaking in particular, the weather changed cold, and I built an unusually hot fir P to keep the chillS' off. My. bed was crossways of the shanty, and nearer the fire than the back end. When I lay down it was with my face to the fire, and I had a heavy Indian blanket covering me from toes to ears. "I went to sleep directly, and I reckon I should have put in the whole night without a break if something hadn't wriggled ov'er me and woke me up. "I didn't fling off the blankets and rouse up because I natl banishe d sleep. Your. old woodsman learns better than that the first year -Of his experience. I lay there, wondering what had aroused and feeling some anxiety for fear a bear had scented me out, when there was another wriggle, and then I got a pointer. "A hiss or two warned me of the r :e of my visito rs, and as soon as my eyes got a bit use d to the semi-darkness I got a shock that took my breath away. The fire had burned down to a bed of coals, but b etween me and it I could make out a dozen wriggling objects, and I knew they were snakes. They bad' crept out of the rocks behind me, attracted by the light and warmth, and every one must have run over my body. "The space was getting crowded, and the presence of tlie last-comers was apparently objected lo. About the time I &"ot it through my head what was going on, a brand fell a own and made a little blaze, and by this increased light I counted elll1'en old rattlers betw ee n me and the fire. "A few were coiled up and apparently taking solid com fort, but others were running about in a frisky way, and now and then coiling around each other. "As I told you, I was covered clean up, except my head, and I'd have covered that up mighty quick if I had dared to move as murh as a finger. There was only one way to get out of the shanty, and, so I,ong as the snakes held that, I must remain quiet. "I shut my eyes and tried to keep my mind on something else, but in less than five minutes I was sweating like a trotting horse, and it required all my nerve to keep from springing up. I could stand the situation better with my eyes open, and pretty soon I was considerably encouraged by seeing most of the snakes curl up close to the fire and go to sleep. "There were two big fellows, however, who seemed determined to have it out, and when they got the floor to them selves they went at it to. kill. In their struggle they twice brushed my face, and twice one of them chased the other over my body. "One of them was finally crowded into the fire, and he threw up the sponge and ran out doors. The victor curled himself up, and for the next two hours not a snake moved. I might, perhaps, have rolled myself to the back end of the shanty, but that would not have llettered the situation. "When the snakes moved it would be toward their quar ters in the rocks, and if I stood in their way it would be all aay with me. I could see the starlit sky over t11e smoul dering fire, and you can guess how anxiously I watched for the coming of day. "It was fully two hours before daylight came. The fire had by this time died almost out, and t)J.e snakes had begun to grow uneasy. Orie after another uncoiled himself and crept lazily about, but not one made the least move to retreat over my body or go out by the front way. "I was now suffering a thousand torments from having Jain so long in one position, but I dared not move even a finger. The sweat trickled into my eyes and I hardly dared to wink It had been daylikht 'three-quarters of an hour when I felt that I had got to make a move, even if it was into the jaws of death. My only show was to roll over toward the back of the shanty and make a grab for my gun. "If there were any snakes curled up back of me I was a goner. If those in front were not frightened by the discharge of the gun I would surely get bitten. I had just drawn a full breath, to make ready for the move, when every snake suddenly slipped out by the front way and whisked out of sight. You can guess I wasn't long getting hold of my gun, and as soon as I could ge t the numbness out of my legs I advanced to rekindle the fire. "Then I saw the snakes congregated around and darting their fangs into a big toad thirty or forty feet away. It was his hopping by the doorway which drew them out. I got the fire blazing, and then went at the serpents with rocks and clubs, and had the satisfaction of killing four or five of them. "When the others had escaped me, I returned to the shanty to hang out my blankets and cook breakfast. I pulled the steaming blankets to the door to give them a shake, and out dropped a rattler, with a body almost as large as my arm, which made a pass at me and disappearjld under a ledge before I was ready to act." ASPIN"VV' ALL A traveler at Aspinwall writes as follows: When the Pacific Mail steamer drew up alongside the pie_ I was leaning over the rail looking at the 'longshoremen gath ered there to unload the ship. The ship's crew made the ship fast, and then, when all was ready for sending the baggage ashore, I made this sketch of what I could see on the pier directly before me. A little further along the pier were three of them with umbrellas over their heads to keep the sun off. One of them smoked a pipe and the rest sm' oked cigarettes. As fast as each one finished his sruoke he sauntered down the pier to a stack of trucks and eyed it leisurely. If the on e he was accustomed to was on the outside of the stack he took if away deliberately; if not, he lighted another cigarette and waited until the others had cleared away the trucks that were ou tside of his. To the stranger this was a novel proceeding; to the officers of the ship it was a subject not noticeabl e because it couldn't be helped. A piece of iron trestle happened to lie on the main deck of the steamer, where it was in the way of the baggage, and the ship's' mate ordered it removed. All hands dropped the trucks, while of the darkies caught hold of the trestle. Then one perched himself on a spile close beside the gangplank and began to sing. PAGE 30 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. I The refrain was a mixture of a sailor's shantiga and a naI raw. The ship's coo k m a d e a pie of plantains one day, and I song, but at the end of eac h two li nes there was a c horus. When they came to the chorus, they all sang toge ther, and gave the iron a yank for the first word of eac h line, moving it about a foot for eac h yanK Ten goo d New York longshore men would have carri ed the tres tl e ashore in thre" minutes. These men required h a l f an hour. With the trestle out of the way .they resumed their trucks an!;! started for the gangplank. Som e how one of them walked clear up the plank to the steamer's si d e before the rest got started. He was just going to allow a sai lor to put a trunk on the truck, when lhe singer, who was also a foreman, yelled "Whoa!" It was dinner time. The darky with the truck had business a s hore, and he hastened to r eac h the pier. For this sort of l abor, amounting, perh aps, to two hours of actual toil of this sort in a day, the longshoremen of Aspin w all get$1.75 per day. Since white men die as fast as im po rted, only co l ored men can be u sed, a nd that is how these 'longshoremen are abl e to do as they plea se. Although landing at Aspinwall has some drawback s, I found the landing at some of the Pacific ports somewhat l ess agree able. A boat d avit, a swinging chair, and a boat to do duty in place of the pier. It was with such aid that I l a nded at San Corinto. I sat down in the c h air as the vesse l came on a l e v e l floor and the sailors haul ed the tackle taut. Then as the ship roll ed toward the shore they swayed a lo f t, and out I went; pendulum fashion It was an even bet whether I would drop in the water among the sharks or get dashed against the ship as she rolled back, but the quartermaster in charge of the rope was accustomed to his work, and by l etting go of every thing let me down on the run s o that the chair landed fai r on the thwart o f the waiting boat. I had two friends with me, and each reached the boat safely as I had done found it equa l to the best pumpkin pie. Af t e r we h a d see n the s i ghts of the m arke t we got back to t h e hote l just in time to meet a Chinese man of a ll work about the hot el. He could have invited us to s t e p inside and sit dow,r to dinne r. but that would h ave b ee n contrary to his not10n s of what propriety dem a nd e d in s u c h a case. He had b ee n trained o n lloard a pa sse nger s hip, where a gong was u se d to call the p assengers to t h eir m ea l s He had improvised a gong out o f t h e tin c over of a bread ca n and was beating it vigorously but gravel y as we arrived. The dinner served from a mat on the ground, and consiste d chiefly o f swe e t po tatoes, pl anta in s, and boil e d c hi c ken, wi t h fruits of variou s sorts, inc lu d in g d e li c ious oranges for d esser t. Las t of all tbe Chinaman se r ved so me black coffee, that was the one thing the n n ee d ed to make the meal exceedingly satisfactory and comforting. The pric e was twenty-five cents in Am e rican silver. The Chin aman was wonderfully d elighted with a ti p of a tencent piece. However, prices are higher in native cur r e ncy. I bou gh t a pair of leather trousers at a native store. The pri ce was $8, native money, but two American silv:er dol lars paid t h e bill. Probably a s good and serviceable trousers as these co uld not b e had in New York. I h ave seen the m sold in the West at$10 a p air for hunters and cowboys. One peculiarity o f this country is that a mul e is e mplo ye d to ca1:ry the water to the beach, where it is sent off to a ship that is in need of it, and, in addition, the mule must carry its driver, while men carry the coff ee in huge sac ks, such as one may see on the piers at the Brooklyn stores, on thei r backs. The sac k of coffee weighs abou t as much as t h e mule load of water, il.nd half the weight of the driver thrown in. Of the mule could carry two sacks of coffee easily, but he does not have to d o so It is not the style; that seems t o be the only reason for k eeping the burden off the mul e When the men By and by we landed. There were two Cu s tom House office r s work at carrying coffee to market they make drudges of them waiting for us. One of my friends had a poriabl e photographic s e l ves, but on o t h e r o c cas ion s they do not work very hard or ou tfit wi t h him. The boss customs office r spoke to him in very l ong. The water carrier we met got his mule in the way Spanish, which he did not understand. We a ll bow e d politely. of our carriage, or our drive r got iri the way of the mule, and It wouldn't do. The custom s office r pointed his bayonet at my I the mule was upset by the colli sio n Although it was no fault friend's stomach, and held out his le f t hand for the apparatus. of ours, the mule driver p icked himse lf up, and waving his We understood that, and the thing was d e liv e red. A fter a club threat e ningly, advance d on u s, j abbering at a rate and long explanation, by which we persuaded the office r that it was with looks that seemed particularly ugly. not dangerous, we got it b ac k. It was a qu estio n with us whether to u se a pistol or run Then we went to the hot.el and ordered dinner. I observed to save ourse l ves from a beating, whe n our driver came to the that the house had no chimney. It was a swe ll affair. The resc ue by telling u s that the collisio n had ruined the water upright was built of lumber, on l y t h e kitchen being made 0. r ca rrier, and that no thing short of twenty-five cents American cane. The roof was a thatch of grass. We sat outside for a silver could retrieve t he broken fortune. That coin produc e d time while the meal was cooking, but learning that we would the water carrier went away with many express ions which we have to wait awhile, we strolled off to the m arket to pass the could not unde r stand, except by the deprecatory waving of his time. No newspaper picture can do fu ll justice t o the rounded hands and the bowin g of his h ead forms and comely features of the younge r market women in At the beach the coffee and whatever e l se is taken off to the general in this country. In the markets here, as in the candy shi p in big bo ats rowed by a dozen or more men. Some of stor es and behind cashiers' desks at home, the prettier girls these boats a r e dug-outs, made of a s i ng l e tree trunk. Others are employed, but stroll down the street at any time, and the are boats obtained from p assing s hip s There are no wharves presence of the stranger will attract all the inmates of the or piers along the south coast, and non e a re like ly to be con hous es to the front. structed, for, although there are a number of goou h a rbors, the The wom en a r e of a c opper color, but their complexio n is clear when they are youn!l'. As they grow old it b ec omes yel low, and no t pleasant to look at, the lives whic h they live not tending to preserve beauty. They h a v e the most b eautiful dark, liquid eyes found anywhere, and long straight black hair. Their dress invariably consists of a snow-w hite linen wai st, cut low in the neck and without s l eeves, with a skirt of some dark, J i ght-weight stuff. Occasionally this dress is set off with a bright-colored scarf of some sort that contrasts well with their complexion. T h ey are very p articular about the cleann ess of their dresses. Low s h oes and d ark silk stockings are worn, particularly at fetes, b u t the women are commonly barefo oted. The market is stocked chiefly with fruits, and of these the banana and plantain are the most abundant. The natives use the plantai n, which is r e ally the frui t u s u a lly so ld in N e w York as the banana, as we use sweet potatoes. They fry it, bake it, roast it, and make puddi n gs of it, but s e ldom eat it p '>pi e lack both money and e nterprise and the Government is not stable enough to invite foreign capi t al. In St. P etersburg an Associ ation for the Promotion of Home mad e Articles is in course of organization. It is projected to establish trade sc hool s and workshop s in all the principal in dustrial districts of Russia, in order to in struct the workers. Technical improveme nts are to be introduced and artists and technical experts will be employed to furnis h designs and to superintend the l abors. Artists and artisans will also be sent to for eign countries for the purpose of studying the markets and artistic proclivities e xi sting there, so as t o gather useful information in adapting the productions of the Russian home industries to foreign taste. Ag enc i es are to be establi shed in foreign countries for the s al e of these products. 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... I F$m1e and Fortune Weekly .... STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY 1 .... By A SELF-MADE MAN COLORED COVERS PRICE 5 Ots ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY 32 PAGES This W eekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune b y t h e i r ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these s tories are founded on true inci :lents in the lives o f our most s u ccessful self -made m en and show how a boy of pluck, p e r s e verance and brains can b eco m e famo u s and wealthy. ALREADY PUilLISI-IED. 41 Boss of t h e l\larket: o r The Greatest Boy in "'all Street. 42 The C hance of His Life; o r The Youn g Pilot o( C rystal Lake. 43 Striving f o r Fortune; o r. Ftorn H e ll Hoy to :\Iillionair e. 44 Out for B usiness; or, The Smartest Hoy in Town. 45 A Favorite or Fortune: o r Striking i t Ri c h in W a ll Street. 46 h ,rough Thic k and Thin; o r, The Adventures o r a Smart Boy. 47 D oi n g His Level Best; or, W orking His \Yay Up. Always on Deck; or, The Boy \\'ho lll a d e His i\lark. 4ll A ;\lint of Mo ney; or, The Y-1>ung W a ll Street Broker. 50 The Ladder or l'ame; or, From Otlice Uoy to S enator. 51 On the Square; or, The Success of a n H p nest Boy. 52 After a Fortune; or, h e Pluckiest Bdy In the West. 53 Winning the Dollars; o r The Y oung : onde r of \\'afl Street. 54 Making His M atk; or, The Boy Who. Became !'resident 55 Heir to a Million; or, The BQY Who Was Born Lucky. 56 Lost in t h e Andes: or. The T l'reas,.r e o f t h e nutied City .. 57 On His Mettle; or, A Plucky'Boy in Wall Street. 58 A Luc k y C hance: OI', T aking Fortune on the Wi ng. 59 The Road to Success; or, The Career of a Fortunate Boy. 60 Chasing Pointers: o r The .Lnckiest Boy in W all Street. 61 Rising in the \\'arid; or( l'r o m Factory Boy to i\lanager. 62 From Dark to Dawn; o r ,..); Poor Boy's Chauce. 63 Out for Himse lf: Qr, PavTng His Way to F o rtun e. 64 D iamond Cut Diaruoml; 'or. The Roy Brokers of Wall Street. 65 A Start in Life : o r A Bright Boy's Ambition 66 Out for a l\lillioh: or, T h e Young Midas of Wall Street. 67 E, e r y Inc h a Boy; o r Doing His Level Best. ()8 Money to Burn; or, 'l'he S hl'ewdest Boy in Wall Street. 69 An Eye to Busjness: or. The Doy \Yh o Was No t Asleep 70 Tipped by the T1ck el': O l', An Ambitious Boy in Wall Street 71 On to Success: o r. The Boy "'ho Got Ahead. 7 2 A Rid for a Fol'tune: o r. A Country Roy in Wall Stl'eet. 73 Bound to Rise : or. Fighting Ilis \\'ay to S u ccess. 7 4 Out for t h e Dollars: o r. A Smal't Boy in Wall Street. 75 For Fame and Fortune; Ol', The Boy Who W o n Roth. 7 6 A Wall Street Winner: o r. Making a Mint of M o n ey. 77 The Road to \\1ealth: or, The Boy Who Found It Ou t 78 On the Wing: o r. The Young M el'cury of W all Street. 79 A Chase for a Fortune : o r The Boy Who Hustle d. 80 Jugg ling With the Market; o r The Boy Who Made it Pay. 81 Cast A dl'ift: or. The Luck of a Home less Boy. 82 Playing t h e Market: or. A Keen Boy in Wall Street. 83 A l'ot of Money : Ol'. The Legacy of a Lucky Boy, 84 F rom Rags to o r A Lucky Wall Stree t M essenger. 85 On His Merit s ; or, The Smal'test Boy A l ive. 86 Tl'appiug the Brokers; o r A Game Wall Street Boy. 8 7 A in Go ld ; or, The reasnl'e of Santa Cru z. 88 Bound to Make Money; or, Fl'om the West to Wall Street 8!J The Boy Magnate; ot-, Making JJaseball l'ay. 90 Making M o ney, or, A \Va ll S t r eet Messenge r s Luck. 91 A Harvest of Gold; Ol', The Buried Treasure of Coral Island. 92 On the Curb; o r Beating the W a li Stl'eet B rokers. 93 A of l <'ol'tune; Ol', The Boy Who Struck Luck. 94 The Pl'ince of W a ll Stl'eet: o r A Bi g IJeal fo" Big ll5 Stal'ting His Own Business: Ol', The Boy Who Caught .Un. 96 A Corner in Stock; 01-. T h e \\'all S t reet Hoy Who Wo n !'17 First i n the F i e ld; or, Doing Dusiness for Himself. \ 1 8 A Broker at Eighteen: o r l{ov Gilbel't's Wall Street Career 9fl Only a Dollar: o r Erra.nd Boy to Owner tOO Price & Co .. Hoy Brokers: o r The Youn g Trader s of Wall Street. 101 A Win ning Risk: or. The Boy Who !\lade Good. 102 F rom a Dime to a Millio n ; o r A Wide-Awake Wall S treet Boy, J,0:{ The Path to Good Luck: or, The Boy Miner of Death Vall ey. l0-1 Mal't Money : Ol'. A in Wall Street Stocks. 10!5 Famous at Fourteen Ol'. The B o y Who Mad e a Great Name. 1 OG Tips to F o r tune: o r. A Lucky W a ll Street Deal. 1 0 7 Striking Ilis Gait: or. The l'e r il s of a Boy Engineer. 108 f<'l'om to o r A Boy's Luc k in W a ll Street. 1 Of) The Boy Gold Hunters: or, After a Pirate's Treasure. 110 Tl'icking the Tl'aders: o r A Wall Stl'eet Boy's Game of Chance. 111 Jack llf er1-,v's Grit: 0 1-. Making a Man o f H imself. 112 A Shower: or, The Boy Bank e r of 1all Street. 113 Making a Record ol', The J uc1< o f a W orking Boy, 114 A Fight fol' Mon ey: or, From School to Wall Street. 11 5 Stranded Out West: Ol', The Roy Who Found a S ilver Min e 1113 Ben Hassford's Luck or, \\'orking on W a ll Street Tips. 117 A Young Go ld King: Ol', The Tl'easure of the Secl'et CaveB. 118 Bound to Get lti cb: or, H o w a Wall Street Boy lllade llloney. 119 !"rank: or. The Boy "'bo Becam e b'amous. 120 A$30, 000 Tip : o r 'he Young W eazel of \\'all Stl'eet. 121 Plucky Bob : or, The Boy Who W o n Success. 122 l'r.om Ne wsboy to Banker; o r R o b Lake s Rise i n Wall Street. 123 A Golden Stake; o r 'Ille Treasure of the Indies. 12cl A Grip on t h e o r, A Hot 'rime in Wall Street. 125 Watching llis Chance: o r. l'r o m Ferry Boy to Captain. 126 A Game fo r Gold: or, The Young King of Wall 8tree t 127 A Wizard for Luck: or. Getting Ahead in t h e World. 128 A l'or tune at Stake; o r A W a ll Street Messenge r s '.Deal. For sale by a ll or will be sent to any address on r eceipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or P?Stage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Weeklies and cannot procure them from newsdeale rs. they ca n be obtain e d from this office direc t. Cut out and fill in t h e following Ord e r Blank and send it to us with the price of the weeklies you w ant and we will send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY FRAN K TOUSEY, Publi s h e r .2U nion Squ are, New York. ....................... 190 DEAR Sm-Encl osed find ...... cents for which please send me: ... copies of 'vVORK AND WIN, Nos .................................................... ........... " WIDE Aw AKE WEEKLY, NOS ............ ................. ..................... ..... 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