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N2ll. 5 CENTS. WHO MAKE MONEY. A humming electric car was bearing down upon a little girl in the act of dropping a coin into the slot in the center of the track. Quick as a ti.ash Garland sprang forward and tore the child from her perilous situation.

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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO -MAKE MONEY 1-d Wu11111Bt1 Bubaeriptio n IZ.50 per 11ear. Entered according to Act of Conareas, in the year 1905, in the OJ/Ice of the Librarian of COngreu, Wa.hinqton, D. C., bl/ Frank Towev, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York, No. II NEW YORK, DECEMBER 15, 1905 Price 5 Cents A PENNY; OR, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. By A SELFMADE n AN. CHAPTER I. IN WHIOH T O M GARLAND MAKES A S T ANOB F RIEND "Stand back, cowards Aren't you ashamed of your selves? Six against one little fellow half your size, and lame at that! Back, I say, all of you, or Ell make some of you sweat for it!" Thus spoke a handsome squarely-built young fellow of seventeen years, Tom Garland by name, as, with clenched fists, fl.ashing eyes and heaving chest, he s tood in an atti tude of belligerent defiance above little Dick Rogers, the butt of the rough and unrnly inmates of Mr. Bentley Wickes 's Industrial Farm, in the suburbs of E!\st Boston. "Bah!" ejaculated the foremost young ruffian, whose name was Chri topher Rugge. "Who are you, anyway?" "That's right," cried another, a red-h ea ded, freckled faced boy kn1Jwn as Mike Shanley. "He's got a fierce nerve to butt in where he ain't wanted. Hit him, Chris!" "Yes, punch him in the eye!" snorted a third, his way forward. "He only came here this afternoon, and he's tryin' to make himself cock of the walk already." But Christopher Rugge, while the acknowledged bully of the establishment, seemed to be in no hurry to strike out at the fearless boy, who, with his back against the tall, iron-spiked fence, opposed his two brawny arms between the six and their shrinking victim. "Get out of the way, you chump,'' said Rugge, in men acing tones, "or you'll get hurt. We want that kid, and we're goin' to have him-see!" "Wha.t do you want with him?" "None of your bizness !" snarled Rugge, and the curling of his lip showed one prominent projecting tusk which didn't improve his good looks in the least. "Well, I'i11 going to make it my business," replied Tom Garland, s toutly, not in the least dismayed by the ominous attitud e of th e half dozen hard youths facing him. "Then yer goin' to git slugged!" howled Mike Shanley, making a s udden pass with one of his red fists at Garland's face. The blow was quickly and neatly parried, and the stal wart Tom hooked. him under the jaw in return, with such good effect that the Shanley boy went down on his back. It was a signal for a general onslaught u pon the intrepid youth who had taken upon himself the defence of poor little Dick Rogers. Christopher Rugge was the first to try land a knock out blow. Garland's quick eye enabled him to duck in time t o

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A LUCKY PE.N"NY. 3 "It seems like a dream," he added, as Tom looked at him, sympathetically. "A dream from which I must awake to find everything as before you came." "Don't you believe it, old fellow/' said Tom, breezily. 1nn going to protect you to the limit. Anybody who ill treats you has got to answer to me for it. I simply won't stand for having you abused. So, shake on it, little chum." Dick put out his little, thin hand and Tom grasped it warmly. The friendship then and there begun lasted henceforth, firm and unbroken-a friendship which was loyal till death. CHAP[rER II. IN WHIOH TOM LEARNS $0METHINQ AllOUT THE IN'l'ERNAL .A.IUlA..l.'\GEMENTS OF 'l'HE INDUSTaIAL FAR. Mr. Bentley Wickes's Model Industrial Farm was situ ated in a part of East Boston, overlooking the bay. It consisted mainly of a l arge, rambling structure, of the Revolutionary type, for it had been built about the year 1770, surrounded by a tall, stone fence, adorned with iron spikes of a formidable nature, which enclosed a good-sized yard, originally a garden, on the side nearest the water. Several acres of indifferent land were attached to the building, and this ground gave t11e establishment its name, though very little actual fa1:ming was done on the place, the labor in that line being practically confined to raising gar den truck for the table of the inmates, and to send to market) mostly the latter. When Mr. Wickes, who was a tall, thin, sanctimonious looking individual of forty, conceived his brilliant idea of an industrial farm, he rented this old Colonial p1operty for a mere song. It had been on the market for years. Nobody else wanted it on account 'of its weinl reputa ti on. Report said that a couple of British spies bad been exe cuted from the limbs of the ancient gnn.rlecl oak tree which still flolll'isbed between hou se and one of the walls, and their bodies bmiecl under its spreading branches. This event was alleged to have transpired during the siege of Bo s ton, and it was believed by many superstitious perso ns that the perturbed ghosts of th e two soldiers roamed about the premi ses This spooky legend, however, didn't prevent Mr. Wickes from taking -gosses.sion of the property, nor from furnishing the best part of the house for his own especial accommoda tion. The long ) low-ceiled dining-room on the ground floor was fitted up as a printing office, for the production of re ligious pamphlets, as well as "The Milk of Human Kindness," a weekly newspaper edited and published by Bentley Wickes himself. A sed uctive advertisement, inserted in seve ral newspapers of large circu1at10n, stating that refractory orphan boys would, for a very moderate sum, be received at the Model Industrial Fa.rm, soon brought answers, and to the writers were sent circulars setting forth the moral, home-like and industrial advantages of the training school. The result was Mr. Wickes was presently int.rusted with the care of' many youths, some of them rough ahd refrac tory, it istrue, but the major part boys who, for various reasons, were not wanted at home. The industrial character of the school was limited to the printing department and the truck patch The boys were taught to set type, the bigger ones being initiated into the mysteries of make-up and stone work, and to feed and make ready on the jobbers and the country cylinder, the most refractory youths being obliged to fur nish the motive power for the latter by turning a big wheel as a stahdard punishment. Mr. Wickes had complete guardianship over his young charges When a boy was turned over to him a paper was made out which constituted him his legal jailor, as it were. There were no holidays at the farm, Sunday being the only day of rest and recreation. The boys ordinarily worked ten hours a clay,_ but when there was plenty of work on hand' they put in as many hour s overtime as their master deemed necessary_ to turn out his contracts on time. Although the boys slept high, in the roomy attics, they didn't otherwise live high, for Mr. Wickes believed that tl1e juvenile appetite ought not to be pampered, conse quently the inmates of the establishment were always in a chronic state of semi-starvation. That kept the unruly ones in constant rebellion, and, therefore, furnished plenty of aninlal power to run the cylinde:l press, the small presses being operated by their treadles. The establishment had been in existence a matter of six months when Mr. Sleek heard of it, and he lost no time in arranging with Mr. Wickes, whom he found to be a kin dred spirit, for the accommodation of his nephew, Tom Garland. "It was Sunday afternoon, and Tom had only been an in mate of th e place about an hour or two, when he had the run-in with the tough crowd, as described in the opening of the previous chapter. 'l'he outcome of the scrap was soon circulated among the fifteen boys who made up the population of the farm, and Garland received the congratulations of all his new com panions, the defeated clique, of course, excepted. "You're a good one," said Tomn1y White, a skinny or phan of fourteen years, gazing admiringly at the new boy, as he stood with one hand thrown protectingly a.round the s houlders of Dick Rogers, who looked proud and happy lID PAGE 5 A LUCKY PENNY. of twelve, who performed the duties aJfotted to the printthis place, are you?" asked Garland, doubtfully. "I un er's devil, when he wasn't employed about the truck garden. derstood it was altogether different." You're a peach You licked the whole Rugge gang all "Ask Dick, there. You'll believe him. He wouldn't lie by yourself. Well, say, where did you learn to spar?" for a house and lot." "I picked it up partly at the Young Men's Christian "Well, Dick, chum, how is it? Are these fellows giving Association gym, and partly from Professor Dunne, an ex-.it to me straight?" heavyweight, who .gives lessons in the noble art of self "Yes, Tom. We are worked hard, don t get half enough defense." to eat, and we're watched all the time so we can't run "You're all right, Garland!" spoke up another boy, away." called Ben Meade. "You put as fine a mansard roof over "Great Caesar! Is that the fact?" Reddy McQuirk's eye as I ever seen." "Yes, Tom We are all supposed to be very bad boys." "Rugge, Shanley and McQuirk have bossed the rest of "Oh, we are?" and Tom gave a peculiar whistle. us fellers ever since they came here. They'd thump us "Mike Shanley and Chris Rugge both escaped about a every once in a while, just for the fun of the thing. But montll ago, but the police was notified, they were caught Dick Rogers always got the worst of any of us, 'cause he's and brought back with handbuffs on them, and Mr. Wickes lame and couldn't get away from 'em," said Tommy White. kept them down in the dark cellar for a week on bread "They won't thump Dick any more, not i I know of it." and water." "Bully for you!" cried Billy Dux. "That's tough!" said Tom, looking very serious. "I "Say, Garland," asked Meade, "how came you to be wonder what could have induced my uncle to send me to sent here?" such a place as this? He mu st have been greatly deceived "Search me," replied Tom, cheerfully. "My uncle just by the circular. I'm going to write him about it." made arrangements without consulting me, and here I am." "He won't never get your letter." "You have my sympathy." "He won't? Why, he expects to hear from me, I'm sure, "Wliat do you mean by that?" and if I don't write he'll come down and see what's the "You're up against it hard, when you come here." matter." "Who says so?" Poor, unsu s piciou s Tom If he had only known that "I say so," replied Meade. Mr. Sleek had not the s lightest i,ntention of botherin g "Betcher life you are!" corroborated Billy Dux. about him in the least he would have changed his mind "Sure thing!" nodded Tommy W11ite. concerning his relative 's interest in his welfare. "Let me know what you mean?" asked Tom, with great "Maybe he will," grinned Billy Dux, doubtfully; "but interest "This is an industrial farm, isn't it?" it's my opinion he won't." "That's what it's called," said Billy Dux, "though it's "What makes you think that?" more of a prison than anythin' else." 'Cause I hain't got much confidence in any persori who "A prison!" exclaimed Tom, in surprise. would send a boy to thi s place. Me folks sent me here "That's what I said. Now you're here, just you try to 'cause they wanted to get me out of the way." get out and see where you're at." "Get you out of the way? What was the matter with "Aren't you allowed to go into town occas ionally?" you?" "Not on your life we ain't!" "My father and I didn't pull, so h e sent me here to "Why not?" asked Garland, in a decided tone learn to be a printer." "'Cause the regulashun s say not." "That's a good bus ines I wouldn't mind learning "Oh, shoot the regulations!" replied Toin, with a fl.ash myself." in his eye. ''Mr. Wickes hasn't any right to shut us up "You'll learn it whether you've a mind to or not. That's here, as if we were a lot of jail-birds." what we all work at." "He does it, ju s t the same," said 'rommy White. "Is that the only trade taught here?" "Wh I f "That's all." en eel like going .out I shall ask permission to do so." "How about farming?" "Dick does most of tile farmin'," grinned Bill y Dux. At these words the rest of the boys set up a deri s ive howl. "What do you do, Dick?" asked Tom, kindly "If he refuses me the right to do so I shall ask him the reason." "I dig up the weeds, and the vegetables when they're ripe, and hoe, and rake, and look after the flowers in front "He'll show you the regulashuns." for Mrs. Wickes, and wait on Rufus Wickes and his sister "If I don't like his r easons I'll write to Mr Sleek, my when they want me, wash the windows, help the cook, carry uncle, and make a kick." water--" "It won't do you no good," said Billy Dux. '(J tried "Hold on!': cried 'rom, in amazement. "Do you really that myself, but it didn't work. His Nibs got hold of the PAGE 6 a LUCKY PENNY. 5 "At the case?" repeated Tom, who wrum't up in the printing phraseology. "Setting type." "Oh, I see It seems to me you haven't much to do," with a curious smile. "How does it happen you're_not working now?" "Mr. Wickes lets me have a half holiday on Sunday." "He's very kind," said Tom, sarcastically. "He is, I don't think!" spoke up Tommy White. "Every body seems to sit on Dick's neck, from the boss and the missus down, just because he's so good and obligin', and never kicks when they rub it in. I don't see why he ever came here." "How happens it that you did come here, Dick?" asked Tom. "I don't know," replied the lame boy, sadly. "I should think your father and mother--" "Father and mother are both dead," and the tears welled into his blue eyes. "You've got some relatiYes, haven't you?" "I've a step-father, and he has a son. I'm afraid they don't like me," he added, reluctantly. "So you were sent here to be out of the way, too: eh?" said Tom, sympathetically. "Don't you mind. If you haven't any other friend you've got me." "Yes," said the lame boy, taking Garland's hand, trust ingly, "I've got you." CHAPTER III. IN WHICH TOM TAKES HIS FIRST LESSON AT THE CASE. Tom Garland learned many things that afternoon which educated him to the situation, and he privately up his mind that Bentley Wickes's IndustTial Farm wouldn't hold him any longer than he chose to stay. If his 1mcle wouldn't remove him, he'd skip out on his own hook, and when he left he intended his new chum should go with him. He took nobody into his confidence but Dick. Then they formed into line, with Christopher Rugge at the head, and marched into the big kitchen, where a long table was laid out. It was Garland's first meal at the farm, and he fournl that the bill of fare that evening consisted of a mug of weak tea, a couple of stewed prunes of ancient vintage, and a single slice of rye bread without butter. he had enjoyed a good dinner he came hither with Mr. Sleek, so he didn't mind the insuffi. cient fare. At eight o'clock the boys_, after listening to a short re ligious talk by Mr. Wickes, in the parlor, were sent to bed, and it haP.pened, by the greatest luck in the world, that Tom was quartered in the same bed with Dick. "How did it happen Mr. Wickes put us together, chum?" asked Torn, after they had got under the bed clothes But Dick couldn't enlighten him on fhe subject. "I s'pose it must have been chance. I'm glad, ruen't you?" "Very glad ," replied the lame boy, earnest l y . "Say, Fanny Wickes is the worst ever, isn't she?" grin ned Tom. "Her eyes look like a couple of watery goose berries in a door jamb. And her nose! Oh, lor' It's turned up for fair. Her mouth looks big enoi1gh to swallow a whole mi:nce She's a regula r s ight." "I saw her smile at you orl.ce or twice," said Dick. "You're so good-looking that I shouldn't be at all surprised if she got sweet on you." "Don't. I really couldn't stand her." "If she gets to likd you you'll have an easy time of it here," said the lame boy. "How's that?" asked Garland, with some interest. "She does anything she likes. She could let you go out side on the street if she took it into her head to do so." "Oh, I see!" replied Tom, an idea flashing through his brain "P'raps I'd better try to get friendly with her. She may turn up useful one of these days." Dick smiled at tM suggestion, but made no remark. Next morning at six the boys, as usual, were routed out of their beds by the ringing of a loud-mouthed bell. At half-past six a watery portion of oatmeal was placed before each one at the table. "If I only could go with you I" murmured the lame be>y, Sadl This with a small potatoe apiece, a slice of bread and a y "And so you shall." cup of some decoction which went by the na.me of coffee, "No," replied the boy, shaking his head, mournfully, "I constituted th eir morning's repast. never could get away." At seven o'clock the foreman o-f the :&rintery a rrived, and "Oh, yes, you could!" answered Tom, reassuringly. all banns got down to business for the day. "How could I? We are so closely guarded here that it Tom was placed before a frame on which was laid a will be as much as you will be able to do to get away printer's lower case, with a single alphabet of big gothic yourself, and I wouldn't believe you could do that only -faced type distributed in it, and was insfr\-1-cted to. learn you're so smart that I guess you can do anything." the lay-out of the boxes. "Thanks, old chap; but if I am not smart enough to take "This is the A box," said the foreman, sharply, picking you along, why, I'll stay here and put up with my lot." up the letter and showing it to Tom. "You can read the "You are so good," breathed the lame boy, gratefully. can't you?" At that moment the bell rang for supper. "Sure thing!" The boys all trooped into a wash-room, according to the "This is B up here," pointing to another compartment regulations, and Dick piloted the way for Tom. in the case, exactly one-half the size of the A box. "C is PAGE 7 6 A LUCKY PENNY. next to it/' showing him. "D is next, and this box, which you observe is the largest of all, is E." "That's easy," said Garland. "ls it? You won't find it so when I leave y ou to pick 'em out yourself," replied the foreman, sarcaatiiially. "N()w watch me point out the others," and he did so, Tom follow ing him attentively. "I'll get them down fine in a little while." "I hope you will, for I hate to waste time on such ig norant beasts as you chaps are when you first start in." "Thank you," said Torn, :eolitely. The foreman stared at him in some surprise, but said nothing. "After you have learned the boxes pel'fectly, so when I dump the letters out you can replace them in their proper places, excepting the P, D, B and Q, which I don't expect you to master right off--" "vVhy not?" asked Tom. "What's the matter with them?" "The matter with them is this: They look alike to the eyes of a beginner when mixed up." "Do they?" remarked the boy, innocently. "I s_houldn't have thought so." Mr. Runyon looked at him suspiciously, as if he thought the boy was making game of him, then continued: "I'll show you,'' he said. "You must hold each type with tl1e nicks-that's the nick, see ?-up." He picked up the four letters mentioned, showed each to Tom, separately, in order, and asked him if he recognized them. "Sure I do." "Now pick 'em out,"' said the foreman, with a grin, after mixing them up in his hand. Tom made a lamentable failure o f it. ,"It isn't so easy, you see." Then he explained tl1e differences in the four letters, and left the boy to his own devices. Garland applied himself with much zeal to his task, and in the course of an hour had mastered 'the lay of the lower case to the satisfaction of Runyon. The upper case was easy to learn, so far as the alphabet was concerned, the other boxes he was told he could pick out at leisure, as the char.acters therein were seldom used. Then Tom was furnished with a "stick," shown how to hold it, how the types were to be ananged in it, with the 11icks up, how, after a line of type had been set, he was to glance over it, correct any inaccuracies, such as wrong letters, etc. The foreman set up the first line himself. "You see it is short, don't you? It doesn't fill the stick out. To accomplish that you must equalize the spacing between the words, as near as possible," and then Runyon illustrated his words. Then he set a second line and showed Tom how there was no room to get the final D in the word "and" in. "In this case you reduce the spacing, first &fter the PAGE 8 Wickes s oificc, across the entry from the printer y at one o'clock, which was the hour when work was resumed. Of course he did so. Bentley Wickes was writing a ponderous editorial on "The Duty of the Christian to the Heathen." "Ahem Master Garland, you have read the 'Regulat.iorui' of this establishment over carefully, have you?" "Yes, sir," replied the boy, wondering what was coming. "Then you will remember that Rule 12 sa.ys that when a member of my family desires the services of one of tho inmates of this establishment he is expected to obey all orders coming from that person." "Yes, sir." "Very well. Go upstairs, put on your best clothes, and then report to my daughter Fanny in the parlor." Tom withdrew. "I wonder what that prize package wants with me?" he said to himself, with a grimace, as he. slowly took his way to the garret to change his clothes and brush his hair. Miss Fanny, dressed in her most gorgeous finery, and prepared to go out, was awaiting him in the parlor. She smiled sweetly, or at least that is what she meant her features to express, when Tom appeared, hat in hand. "You are Tom Garland," she said, coquettishly. "Yes, Miss Wickes." "You may call me Miss Fanny if you like," she said, screwing he:r countenance into another smile. Tom bowed politely. "I am going to the matinee this a:f'ternoon," she c on tinued; "and as I require an escott, I asked my father to assign you to that duty." Garland was so surprisep. that he nearly "I ma.y say that this is the first time a boy has been per mitted to go outside of the bounds, but pa never refuses me anything." "It is certainly a great privilege to accompany the charm ing daughter of the proprietor of this establishment to the matinee or elsewhere," replied Tom, hiding a grin be hind his hand, a s he bowed low to Miss Wickes. Miss Fanny giggled and tried to look archly at the good looking boy who had taken her fancy. "Isn't he polite ?n she said to herself. Then aloud she said: "We will go now." The watchman unlocked the side gate and let them out into the street. He didn t say anything, of course, but he looked sur prised to see one of the inmates permitted to go at large, as it were. "He's just too handsome for anything!" thought the girl, casting a side glance at her manly young escort as they walked down the She hoped that her bosom friend, Oarrie Bird, would be looking out of her window as they passed her house. As it happened, Miss Bird was looking out of the win dow, and as Miss Bird had insinuated on more than one occasion that Fanny couldn't catch a beau to save her life, Miss Wickes nodded and smiled triumphantly as she passed, 7 and, o.f course, her dear friend Carrie was very much astoni s h e d at what she saw. They took an electric car at the next corner and rode CT.own to the vicinity of the tunnel. The theatre for which Miss Fanny had tickets was at the corner of Maverick and Frankfort streets. They eJ;ltered the theatre and were shown to good sea.ts in the orchestra. Tom only had a quarter in his clothes, but he thought he would invest this to advantage, so at the close of the first act he excused himself, went outside and purchased a box o:f' mixed candies, which he presented to Miss Fanny on his return inside. "Aren't you just too kind!" she said, beaming all over her freckles as she accepted the present. "Might as well make myself solid while I'm about it," Tom thought, as he grinned at her cheerfully. "Isn't the play delightful?" she said later, when the leading soubrette waltzed on and sang a popular melody in rag-time. ''Yes," replied Tom, "it is quite on the blink." Fanny seemed a bit puzzled by his rema rk, but didn't like to ask him what he meant. She presumed it was something complimentary to the show. Garland, who had been accustomed to attend the theatre quite often, thought the performance rather rOQky. "How do you like the Industrial Farm?" asked Fanny, curiously, during ti1e' next intermission. "I'd like it better if we had more to eat," he replied, bluntly. "Don't you. really get enough?" she inquired in apparent surprise., according to my standard, Miss Fanny; but I g uess I can stand it if the others can.;, "Well, you're going to dine with us this evening," she said, sweetly. "Tha.t isn't according twn to a table and ordered a meal It \Vas duly brought by a comic servant. The comedian wrestled awhile with the contents of his plate. Then he shouted to the waiter. "Look here, this steak is like leather! Take it away." "Can't change it now, sir/' grinned the waiter; "you'vebent it." "Wasn't that funny ?1J giggled Fanny, as the audience roared at the joke. PAGE 9 8 A LUCKY PENNY. "Awfully!" chuckled Tom. ing something amusing." "That bent on say-1 Mr. Sleek following close behind. "Come to see if I'm well ".Aren't you just too delightfully clever!" cried the girl, slajping him playfully on the arm with her fan. "I was born so/' replied Tom, solemnly, "so you must excuse me." "Oh, what a ridiculous fib!" Just then the comedian threw the steak at the waiter and knocked him clown, whereat everybody laughed again,. Miss Fanny fairly shrieking with delight. "Do you know, I should like to go on the stage myself," said l\fiss Wickes when she had recovered her breath. "I think you would make a hit," remarked Garland, with a grin. "Do you, really?" she asked, delightedly. "Sure thing! You'd be the whole show." He meant holy show, but he didn t say it, of course. "I'm going to ask pa to l et me," she sajcl, as if sud denly impressed with the idea of her histrionic ability. "I wouldn't ask him all at once," said Tom. "It might stagger him. Do it by instalments." And then the curtain came down and they took their depa. rture for the farm. "Remain here in the parlor till I come down," said Miss Fanny, after they entered the house. "I'll play something for you on the piano, and by that time dinner will be ready." "I'll have my first square meal this week," muttered Gar land, as he wandered over behind the thick curtains, which s haded the parlow windows. "It's worth it to be seen with that girl at a show." Which, we a.re sorry to say, was not at a ll complimenta ry to tl10 peculiar charms of Miss Fanny. Tom could see the cottages which lined the opposite side of the sheet from whe1;e he stood. The gate which afforded e ntrance to the establishment was also right in front of him, a few yards away, and be side it the watchman's .lodge. The space between the house and the front wall was laid out as a garden, and the boy saw his little lame chum, Dick Rogers, weeding the ground. "Poor fellow," mused Tom, sympathetically, "he has a hard time of it here." 'l'hen his attention was directed to the gate by the clang of the bell. In a moment or two the watchman made his appearance at the door of the lodge, walked to the barred gate, and, pushing aside a small panel, interviewed the visitor. The gatekeeper seemed to be satisfied with the character of the caller, for be unbarred the gate and admitted him. "Great Shakes!" exclaimed Tom, in astonishment, "it's my uncle, Mr. Sleek!" CHAPTER V. IN WHICH TOM EXPERIENCES A RUDE SHOCK. "I wonder what brought liim over here?" mused Gar land, as the watchman piloted the way toward the house, taken care of, maybe. I'll have to call his attention to our measley diet. I believe the watch-dog is fed better." Pretty soon Tom heard his uncle's voice in the hall, and almost immediately Mr. Wickes appeared at the parlor door and ushered his visitor into the room. Tom, hidden behind the heavy, dark curtains, was not observed, and before the boy had clecidecl just what he ought to clo under the circumstances, the two men took chairs within a foot or two of his place of concealment, and immediately entered into a coufidential conversation, the nature of which gave the listener the surpr ise of his life. "How is my nephew, Tom Garland, getting on?" began Mr. Sleek. "All right, my dear sir," replied Mr. Wickes, rubbing his hands softly, one over the other. "He's a bright boya very bright boy, I may say." "Hum l" ejaculated Mr. Sleek, drily. "We started him at the printing trade, and he has sur prised us with the rapidity with which he is picking it up. Seems to have a natural aptitude for the business." "Then h e hasn t macle any objection yet to the strin gency of your rules, or" to his enforced confinement on the premi ses?" "Not at all. As to confinement, well, ahem! my daugh t e r seems to have taken a fa.ucy to him as an escort-he's the best-dressed a s well as bc;;t-l ha\ eel boy on the farmand she in s i ste d on having him go with lie r to the matinee thi s afternoon." "I thought that was contrary to your 'Regulations,' Mr. Wickes?" said l\Ir. Sleek, manife s tly surpriscu at Lbe news, whi c h cTid not seem to please him : "Yes, of course/' replied Mr. Wickes s uavely; "but this i s an exception: It probably won't occur again." "l hope not, s ir," said Mr. Sleek, stiffiy, much to Tom's a s toni s hment. "I don't want the boy to get away from thi s place m1til I am ready to ship him off with my friend, Captain Boone, whom I expect to arrive in Boston any day now .from the East Indies." "1'11 ee that he doesn't get out again, Mr. Sleek." "I tru st you will. Better keep a sharp eye on him. He's a bright boy, as you say-ratl1er too bright for me to have around loose. Look out he doesn't give you the s lip." "My dear sir, we have a high wall with spikes on top of it, and i.he\I. there 's the watchman, while a ferocious bulldog roams the yard at night. There isn't the least chance of hi s getting a.way by his own resources." "Glad to hear it," said Mr. Sleek, in a tone which left not the s lighte s t doubt in tlrn hidden boy's mind that he meant it. "Great Scott!" the lad muttered, "what have I ever done to Uncle A,minaclab that he has got it in for me so bad!" "y OU expect to send the boy to sea, Mr. Sleek?" asked Mr. Wickes, regretfu lly, for l)e bad hoped to reap much ad vantage from Tom's services as soon as he became a pro ficient workman. "I clo." PAGE 10 A LUCKY PENNY. 9 "A sailor's life presents very few advantages for a boy of his ability." "That doesn't interest me,'' replied Mr. Sleek, shortly. "Hem I 'rhen it appears to me that the boy's future does not concern you very much," said Wickes, slyly. "It concerns me very much, sir; but not in the way you may think." "In what way, then, might I ask?" inquired the proprie tor of the farm, inquisitively. "That is my business, Mr. Wickes. If a reptile was to cross your path, sir, what would you do?" "I should be strongly tempted to crush it," replied Mr. Wickes, promptly. "Exactly. Maybe you can see a similitude, then, be tween a reptile and--" "Your nephew," said the other, supplying the missing words, as Mr. Sleek paused. "Hem!" "He doesn't look like a reptile," went on Mr. Wickes, insinuatingly. "All reptiles don't look alike," said the respectable mem ber of Boston society, significantly. "Most of them are by nature given to crawling, but occasionally we come across one with two legs." This was very true, though it is quite possible neither Bentley Wickes nor the smooth l y spoken Mr. Sleek saw any likeness to themselves in this allusion. "So Tom Garland is really a reptile, is he?" "In this respect he is-an obnoxious obstruction in my path." "Ahem I I begin to understand. The boy interferes with certain plans you have formed. You propose to re move him so that those plans may proceed without opposition." Mr. nodded. "My very dear sir, you are not alone in this. I have an other boy confided to my indulgent care by his step -father, Dr. !1awke." Tom started, for Dick Rogers had told him that his relative's name was Hawke. "This boy's father was rich, and when he died, left the bulk of his property to his son," went on Mr. Wickes, con fidentially. "The boy's mother, it seems, married Dr. Hawke, a physician of some ability, but after a short time died of rapid consumption. Dr. Hawke decided to give up housekeeping, and sent his stepson, the young heir, to me. As the boy is not strong, and something of a cripple--" "Was that he I saw just now in your garden?" inter rupted Mr. Sleek, curiously. "Very likely. As I was saying, his health not being very robust, Dr. Hawke the boy will soon die, and that the money and bond s left to the boy will then revert to him. He believes tlrn boy may have the germs of consumption in his blood. At any rate, the lad stands.in the doctor's way-a kind of reptile, you would ca ll him, I Dr. Hawke and yourself entertain similar views as to what ought to be done with such things." "Ahem Now the purport of my visit was to inform you thaL you may expect a visit from Captain Boone very soon-maybe in two weeks. You will therefore under stand that he represents me in this matter, and I author ize you to follow whatever instructions he gives you in reference to Tom Garland." "Certainly, sir, if that is your desire," replied Wickes, deferentially. "After the captain sha ll have taken the boy in his charge you will send your bill to nie by mail." "Very well, Mr. Sleek." "That is all, I think, so I will now take my aeparture, feeing sure I can depend upon you to keep a close watch over my nephew until Captain Boone presents his credentials as my representative." 1 Mr Sleek picked up his hat, and then the mogul of the industrial farm politely showed him out by the front door. Mr. Wickes had hardly returned to his office below before Miss Fanny, his daughter, came into the parlor with a and a jump. "Tom Garland, where are you?" she cried, looking around. "Here," said Tom, coming from behind the curtain. Looking out of the window? Why, how white your face is! You're not sick, a;re you?" she asked, with some concern. "No, no," replied the boy, pulling himself together. "I'm feeling like a top." "I'm glad to hear it," she said. "I see your color is corning back. Maybe something you had for dinner dis agreed with you." "No," answered the boy, gravely, "it was j)Omething else tha.t disagreed with me." "What was that?" "I saw a couple of reptiles just now, and they gave me a start, that's all." "Oh I" exclaimed the girl, with a laugh. "But there's the dinner-bell. You and I will go downstairs together." CHAPTER VI. IN WHICH TOM OVERHEARS A DIABOLICAL SCHEME. Nearly three weeks passed away without anything of a startling nature occurring to vary the monotony of daily toil at the industrial farm. Tom Garland had much food for thought during that interval. The dismay he had experienced at the discovery that his uncle, the very respectable Mr. Sleek, had evil designs upon him, turned into a rm resolve to euchre his relative. "I can't exactly see what his little game is," mused the boy, "but whatever the nigger in the woudpile is I'm going to find it out one of these days. So I'm slated for the sea, a m I? ot if I know it, b'gee I was not cut out for a Tom Bowling. The solid earth is good enough for me every day in the week, Sunday included. And uoor little PAGE 11 JO A. Ll:IOKY PENNY. Dick! Isn't it" funny, he' s in the same boat with me-his g11arc1ian want s to do him up for his money, : for it must be th er e s mon ey or pro p erty coming to me that I don't know aJnfoin" about which cansc:> llff res1>ectable uncle to take ... 0 .. <-uch an unc ommon interest in my iuture. Gee! What a rascal he i s And I ne ver s u$ pe c t e d him o.J' enterhlining an ything -but th e b e .;t intentions toward me. This is a cmio u s \ ro rl t 1 -ercryboc1: see ms to be trying to get the ur.-t oi' e r er_rbo dy Plse, from the uig trusts clown to unolfemJ i n g l i ttl e chaps lik e Dick a.nd I. All hands were < 1 o i n g Di c k up till I came here I'll hare to help him out against that s t ppfather of hi s I wond e r if he knows r.-hat h c s np a gainst? I g u e ss not, and I haYcn't the heart in Jct o n what I learned. "ell, Dick, old chum you've got o n e frie n d, and he sp e lls him name T-0-M." T o m b.Y this time had l earne d to set a pretty clean proof, thou g h he hadn't a s y e t acquired the s peed which comes only w ith praetic:e and an aptitude for the business. lie had als o had another run-in with the Rugge gang, who thought to take him one evening unawares. But that was where they were mi s taken, and when Tom. had poli s hed the crowd off in good shape, without looking mn c h the for the scrap, they gave up any further attempt, satisfied that science and agility were worth any amount of brt1t e strength. Torn had rec e ived many favors through Miss Fanny Wickes, but her pull didn't work any more when it came to getting him on the outside of the spiked wall. Dick told hi s chum that the infatuated miss had had !!:: run-in with her parent on the subject, a.!ld had, for once in h e r Ji fe at least, come off s econd best Garland wasn't surprised to hear this. He knew what he knew, al)d that was all there was to it. J t was the middle of the fourth week of Tom Garland's incarceration-the word is well applied-in the Industrial Farm. l t e had bee1i steadily formulating plans looking to his as well as that of Dick Rogers, from the prison.:Jike eRtaulishment rulei-le d fit.fully around the substantial stone walls of the R ernlntionary relict, and sent the water against the outer wall o. the yard. The s ky wall overca s t with rain-laden clouds, and a. thin mist palpitated in the air. All the boys were abed, and all, except 'l'om, asleep. "::\fa ybe that's Caphlin Boone," muttered the wide-awake boy, a s the bell jimgled once more, impatiently as it seemed. "Well, I'm going to sec if it is. lte's not going to catch me napping, if I can h elp it." So h e slipp e d into a portion of his clothes and stole clownstairs Hke a shadow. He beard the angry howl of the watchdog as the guard ian of the gate muzzled him and tied him up before admit ting th e caller. 'l'hen the gate was heard to close with a bang, and there was the cnmch of a pair of boots on the shell path leading to the house Mr. Bentley Wickes was in his editorial sanctum and office when the bell rang, and he went to the entry door to see who his late vistor was. "l\laybe he, too, thought it wa.s Captain Boone, ior he was e x pecting him any time now; and it struck him that it would be very like the bluff old sea dog to make his ap pearance on the scene at an hour unseemly to other people. Mr. Wickes held a small lamp in his hand, which he shelter e d from the night breeze with his disengaged hand. All this was apparent to Tom, for he was st.anding in the dark, half way down the basement stairs, with his eager eyes staring\straight at 1Ir. Wickes s back. ''Dr. Hawke!" exclaimed 1',fr. Wickes, in some surprise. "Is it possible it is you?" "Most assm eclly it is I, Mr. Wickes," said the doctor, a stout, dark-complexioned man of forty, advancing through the gloom. Tom heard this interchange of salutations, and he, too, wondered what had brought Dr. Hawke to the farm at that hour of the night, and such a night, too. "I'm afraid it can't mean any good .for poor Dick," he muttered. Mr. Wickes conducted his visitor into his sanctum and closed the door. "I'm going to find oi1t what's in the wind," said the boy to himself, as he slipped down the rest of the stairs and then ran on tiptoe up the entry. He came to a pause close to the door of the editorial sanctum, and applied his ear to the keyhole "A. disagreeable evening," the doctor was remarking. "You must feel chilly," Mr. Wickes answered, blandly. "1 have some prime whiskey in my cupboard here. Shall I mix you a glas s?" "'.!"hanks, Mr. Wickes,'' Dr. Hawke, affably. "I don't care if yfu do.'' Tom the master of the house move about the room, and presentl.v there was the tinkling of glasses and other sounds inc1icatiYe of the preparation of a cold whiskey.

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A LUCKY PE.i: NY. 17 Of course it isn't the policeman's fault-he can't be front o.r the show-window, and satisfiecl their curiosity everywhere at once: best they wul, regretfully. "That's right. But if there is any lurk in the penm l ought to fincl a situation thro11gh the 'Help Wanted' colnmn." "I think you ought to keep the penny ns a sonvenir of your thrilling experience of the morning "The state of our finance s won't permit u s to keep such an expensive Rouvenir as a penny, when it will purchase a

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1 8 A LUCKY PEN.NY. newspaper, one of whose au vertisements might point the \\'ay to fortune," said Tom, with a grin. "It's yom pem1y t o do as you like with replied Dick, with a longing gla nce at the bright pie ce. whi c h Tom held in his fing e r s ''1'11 tell y on wha t I'll do, s aid Garland, a s uu idea s truck hilll, l'll 1os up the p enny H e ad s it goes for a paper tail;; it cloL'S not. ' "\Y e ll ," s a i ll the lall!e boy, then h e adcled: I hop e c:ome 3 down tail s." 'l' om fii pp e d t he ooin. The moming SLm sparkl e d on it a s it came down struck t h e p ayem ent i rnd the n rolled a yard awa y into the g utter. ''\\'hat. Llo yon think i t i s ?" asked Tom, as they moved toward it. '.' Ld m e see!' cried Dick, quickening his pace. ... right, hut you mustn' t cheat remember." "I won 't/' returnell the l a me boy H e s t o op e d U.0 1rn :md extende d hi s little thin hand to pi c k it up. Then he utte red an exclamation of astonishrnent. Look Dick, look !'' he cried pointing. ''\\'hat':> the niatte r chum ?" Tom b ent down to 1:1e e what had attrac ted Di 'ck's tion and excited him. 'rhe penny lay tail up on a dirty rumpled $5 bill. 'I'he boy didn t lose a mom ent in picking up both penny and note. "Five dollar s !" he ejaculated. 'Well this i s luck for : fair.' ; "Didn't I sa y that penny 6ught to bring y ou good luck, and it has cried Dick, in great delight. "Now you can buy a paper and still ke e p the pe _nny as a souvenir.' "Sme I can. Dick, old chappie we don't need to go htlngry to-cla y, as 1 had a s u s picion we might be obliged to do; nor need we hunt up a lumberyard in which to stow oul' weary limb s after dnrk. Befor e this ha s been spent I ought to be able to find a job.'' At a neighb oring corner Tom purcha s ed o copy or a. morning dail and immediatel y woceedecl to look up ti1e "Help Wantecl" advertisement s He picked out half a dozen places the duties of which, as outlined, he believed he was competent to perform. "Now, lucky penny," he addressed the bright coin, "I look to you for a job." Slipping it into his vest pocket, the two boys started on their quest. CHAPTER XI. IN WHIOH THE LUCKY PENNY PROVES ITS RIGHT TO THAT TITLE. The first place they struck was on Devonshire Street, and they found the position had been filled two hours before. The next place they looked up was on a short street called Elm, which ran into Hanover Street, "Nothing doing," said Tom, when he rejoined bis chum outside, after making an unsuccessful application. Tom's third. attempt to g e t a job wa s made at 1.he c orn e r of Flee t and Hanov e r streets, and he 11 a s t-00 late agnfo. 'I guess I m not in it t o -da y Dick," he s aid, with hi s Cll.Stoma1-y cheerfulness. "Let's g o in l1ere and ha >e s om e thing to eat it's o n e o' clock.' The y ent e r e d a small oyst e r and c hop hou se a nd onler c d a cup o f coffee and a plat e o f l'Ull" oyst e r::; o n the half he! l apiece. "Hello,'' s aid Tom, as he was in the act of s wallowin g his last oyster, "what's this ?l1 aml he p e er ed into the sh e ll. Why if it i sn t a p ear l, and it look s to b e a fine one at that." He deta<:hed it and 1 ) assed it to his companion. It wa s undoubtedly a v e r y fine specim en, and quite big. "'l' hi s i s a larger p e arl than the one my mother had in a, ring, .for which m y fathe r gave$'lo s aid Dick, as he returned it t o his friend. "It ou ght to be woTth $100, properly mounte d "At that rate w e ought to b e able to get$50 for is as it stands," said Tow, eagerly. "It w ouldn' t be too much to ask for it," T e plied Dick. "Gee! What a piece of luck l If the boss of this shop knew we had found such a prize in one of 1.iis oyster s h e'd have a fit." "Wouldn't he I'' grinned Dick. '"I'his mea1 has l}een a good investment." Tom put the p earl carefully a.way in one or the pockets of hi s w st. "I've got one mor e advertisement in my pocket/' said rl' om, after they bad walked a block. I don't h.'"Ilow whether there' s an y u se there now. Jobs are generally snapped up early in the morning. The early bird catche s the worm, you know.' He pulled the siip 011t of his vest pocket, an9. us he did so s omethinz on the walk. ''There goes rn:v luch'J penny,", h e to Dick. "Stop it." The bright. coin however had rolled dut of thti lume boy's reach. He a futile gl'Ub n,t it as it di s appeared thiough the bars of an iron gmting. "There goes m y tun of luck/' said Tom1 in a vexed tone. We don1t say he w as super s titious, bt1t soniehov or un other owin g to the remarkable way the penny hatl come into his possession anc1 the 1llanner in which H haJbrought him a $5 bill not to s peak of the finding of a valuable pearl in a cpmmon oyster shell, while the C6in was in his posses sion, he had come to regard it, just as some people do a rabbit's footas a lucky feti s h. "There it is said Dick, ns they stdod on the edge of the grating, and he pointed at a shining object down among the rubbish, which had accumulated below. "I wonder how we can get at it?" considered Tom, who was anxious to repossess himself of the coin. "This shop is vacant.'' There was a mutilated sign "To Let" pasted on the win dow, and from its mildewed appearance, as well as the amount of dirt which had gathered on the glass, the boys PAGE 20 . ..-A LUCKY PENNY. 19 judged the shop had been looking for a tenant for many months. "I'm afraid that's the last of my lucky penny," s aid Torn, reg r etul l y 'Too bad, isn't itf" replied Dick who s hared in his com panion's concern for the lost coin. Tom mechanically tried the shop door. The knob turned in his grasp and the door opened an i nch. 1 Hello!" exclaimed Garland, "the door i s open. The hinges were s o rus ty and stiff that the door yielded onl y after some force was a.pplied. Once inside the du s t-begrimed shop the boys lost no time in going to the rear, where they e'.'.-pected to find an avenue t o the basement. They were not disappointed. A ricketty stairway enabled them to reach the gloomy regions below. Picking their way over a lot of debris, the accumulations discarded by the former tenant they reached the small opening directly under the grating. Tom looked through and saw that the penny was within his reach. It rested upon a dirty-looking object imbedded in a lUass of ruck. As Tom' s fingers closed about the procious penny, he dis lodged the object on which it rep osect "Gee That look s uncommonl y like a pocketbook,'' be muttered. Have you got it ?H asked Dick, in an interested tone. "'Sure I have and I've hcroked something else with it.', He pulled up the s odden object and sure enough it was a pocketbook. W a.it till wa get up in the store where thi;re's more light and we'll see if thereis anything in it." With doubtful anticipation, Tom opened the flap of the pocketbook close to the front window. "Money!" shrieked Dick, in grea.t excitement, as a fat wad 0 bills was disclosed. Tom was too astonished to speak. :Re simply sto od there and stared at th e damp roll as if he 1vas dreaming. "How much is there?" cried Dick, waking him up to the fact that this was the real thing he had in his hands. "Grea.t hornspoons !" ejaculated Tom, "what are we up against, Why don't you count it?" sa1d Dick, hardly able to co ntrol himself. Tom took out the money and counted it in a gingerly '"ay, as if he was afraid it would go to piece s in his fingers! or othC3rwise clisappea r. "Well?" asked the lamo boy, impatiently, 11How much?" "Nine hundred dollars." 11 And it belongs to us l" cried Di.ck, trying to cut n. capsr on the floor. Tom looked through the pocketbook for anything else, b:nt there was nothing but the money "Yes," said Garland, slowly, "I guess it belongs to us, all right .. What 's the matter with your lucky penny now?" cried D ick, in d elig ht. "If this s ort 0 thing keeps on for a week you '11 be able to buy a bank, won t you?" ;'It is certa inl y remarkable," answered Tom, pulling 'ou t hi s bright penny and looking at it almost in awe. "Puts m e in mind of that story of Aladdin 's La.mp in the Arabian N igbts. 'The idea of that cent jmnpi n g out of my vest pocket and running down into that grating and alight in g on top of this old dirty pocketbook, which has been lying there for months from the look of it, jnst as if it knew the thing was there. You might almost believe th e penny was alive "No use bothering a bout that job to-day, Tom, a .fte1 thi s windfall." Well I guess not. We'll go and hunt up a boarding house." Tom concluded that ilhe Chatlestown district would suit them for the present, so they caught a car which carried them across one of the bridges and up into a neighborhood where they short1y seoured boa.rd and lodging, with a nice little old lad y in a quiet, shady street. Tah.ing ilillllediate of their room, the first thing Tom did was to spread the money out on the table to air and dry out thoroughly, as fast as he separated the bills-an operation which reqnired much ca.re and some times ingenuit y to amid tearing them in pieces "You ll put this in a bank won't you?" said Dick s ur veying the spi-ead with a great deal of satis fa cti on "That's the place for so much money as this," nodded Tom. "We can afford to treat ourselves to som e new clothes, and many things we actually need." B y the time they were called to su pper the mone y was in good shape to be folded into a wad aga.i.(i, and Tom hid it under the mattress of the bed That evening the two. boys visited a furnishing st ore and purchased a complete outfit for themsehes, including a cot1ple of valises. "We am now out of the category of the tramps, chum," said Tom, with a g rin, as they ca.rr y ing their pur chases ba ck to their boarding place. Thank s to your lucky p enny," replied Dick. "That's right," assented Garla.ncl. "It has proved itself a fortunate talisman." CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH TOJ\I DICK SP.END A \7ERY PLEA.SANT EVENING AT THE ROCKWELL ROllfE. Next papers had the story of Tom Garland's thrilling rescue of little 11fay Rockwell from in front of the Tremont Street electric ca1'. The reporteTs had got their information from the police blotter from a couple of eye-witnesses of the occurrence, and, in on e case, from an inter"iew with Mrs. Rockwell at her home . "Now what do yon think of that?" sa.id Tom handing PAGE 21 20 A LUCKY PENNY. a copy of one of the dailies to hi s lame friend after he had read the story himself. "Wouldn't that give a fellow the swelled head?" Dick grinned with delight as he glanced over it. The had highly praised the courage displayed by Garland. After breakfast the boys left the house together. ":M:r. Sleek is sure to try and look me up," said Tom; "but I don't think he'll get much of a c lew from the news papers. All I'm afraid of is that Mr. Wickes will put. the police on our track. If we should happen to be caught we must demand to be taken before a magistrate. Then we'll divulge a few points about the Industrial arm, and also a few facts abo.ut your stepfather's and my uncle's amiable intentions toward us that ought to raise a breeze about their ears." "We ought to have some friend to stand by us," sug gested Dick. "I think you ought to call on Mrs. Rockwell, and take her into your confidence. After what you did for May I'll bet Mr. Roclnvell will see we're not taken back to the farm again." "Your suggestion is good," admitted Tom. "Let me see where the Rockwells live. I've got Mrs. Rockwell's card somewhere in my clothes." Tom found it where he had put it. "They live in East Cambridge," he said, after consulting the card. "We'll go over there this afternoon." "What are we going to do with ourselves this morning?" "Let's walk down to the Navy Yard." Of course, Dick was willing to anywhe1 PAGE 22 A LUCKY PENNY. 21 seems incredible that a gentleman of the standing you ascribe to your uncle should adopt such a singular course toward you, his nearest living relative. Evidently he has some potent reasons for his sing ular conduct It is very fortunate that you have discovered hi s true colors before it was too late. If you wish me to take up the cudgel in your behalf I will gladly do so. 1 will employ a reliable person to investigate your uncle, with the view of finding out what his object is in wishing to get rid of you." "Thank you, Mr. Rockwell. I think it but right that something ought to be done in the matter. I hope I may rely upon you r protection, if it b e necess ary, sho uld my un cle locate me ancl use force to try to make m e go to sea with th,is Captain Boone. I have no desire at all to take a voyage anywhere under the thumb of suc h a person." "You may rely on me, Garland, in every respect to s tand your friend." I am obliged to you, sir, and now I will tell you the story of my chum, Dick The climax in hi s caseis much more unnatural than mine." Whereupon Tom gave an outline of Dick 's history, as he had had it from the lam e boy himself, and wound up with the villai nou s attempt made by Dr. Hawke on the lad's life. "What a rascal that doctor must be!" exclaimed Mr. Rockwell, with a glow of indignation. "It is pretty rough on my little chum," s aid T 'om, earn estly. "One reads of suc h things in novels but in actual lifewell, the man ought to be arrested and sent to prison for the t erm of his natural life." "'.l'ha t's right, sir; but whil e I am ready to go on the witness-stand and swear to the truth of all I have told you about this Dr. Hawke, it is impo ssib l e that my story can be corroborated unless Mr. Wickes could be made to testify against the doctor, which isn't likely, I am afraid." "That remains to be seen," remarked Mr. Rockwell. "For the present it will be well to keep our young friend out of his stepfather's reach." "My idea exactly. I would like to pay his way in a good private academy, not too far away, where he would be well taken care of and instructed' in the higher branches for which he has a craving." "Why, Tom," exclaimed Dick in sur pri se, "I don t want to leave you." Mr. Rockwell sm iled at the lam e boy's earnest objection to part from his chum. "If Garland can afford it, or will permit me to assist him in the matter, I think his plan with regard to your imme diate future is the best that coud be adopted. Your s t ep father is probably even now hunting for you in order to achieve the object frustrated by your companion, and it lated Tom on his find, and then expressed a desire to see the pearl. "I am in the wholesale jewelry business. If your pearl. is of value I will take it off your hands Tom produced the pearl, and Mr. Rockwell examined it with great interest. "It is 8Jl uncommonly fine specimen. I will give you$300 for it." "Is it worth so much as that?" asked the boy in surprise. "I am putting the full wholesale value on it,'' said M1. Rockwe ll. "The retailer will undoubtedly add $50 to that figure." "lt's y ours, Mr Rockwell," said Tom, delighted w:ith the pric e "I shall have no difficulty at all now in providing for Di_yk." The lame boy's eyes filled with tears. "I shall be sorry' to have to leave you, Tom," he said, feelingly; "but whatever you wish me to do I will not fight again st." "You tw6 arc a small edition of Damon and Pythias," smi l ed :Mr. Rockwell, his respect and admiration for Gar land rising several notches. "I dare say we are sir. We have promised one another to be frie nd s and c hums until d eat h." "True friendship is a rare article," said the jeweler. "Most people in this world go on the principle that they mu st do their neighbnrs lest their neighbors do them. I trust the rising generation will display a more Christian feeling. It is certainly refreshing to see a real friendship between two boys. And now, Garland, what are your plans with respect to making a living?" "I haven't yet made up my mind on that s ubject." "Then, let me assist you. Come into my business-not as a clerk, but as an outside salesman. If you a re as smart as I judge you to be it will be but a question of time before you are independently situate d." "I thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Rockwell, and will gladly accept.'1 "Good. There is my addJ:ess. I sha ll expect to see you to-morrow morning, and it will give me si ncere pleasure to start you on the road to success "And may I hope you will interest yourself in placing Dick in a school, at' my expe nse?" "Certainly. I will attend to the matte r at once." That e nded the interview, and the r est of the evening was spent b y the boys in the private sitting -room upstairs, where they w ere en tertained by Amy Bent on the mandolin. "She sings like a bird, doesn't she, Dick?" sa.id the delighted Tom, after they had left the house. "Y ;aid the lame boy, gently, "and some day you'll like her more than me." certainly would be a great pity if he aucceeded before we CHAPTER XIII. can bring the law to work against him." IN WHICH TOM ASCRIBES ALL HIS GOOD FORTUNE TO THE "I have nearly$900 I can devote to this object," said the LUCKY PENNY. generous-hearted boy, who then proceeded to give Mr. Ne4t morning Tom left Dick to amuse hims elf with an Rockwell the history of his lucky p e nny. interesting book, and crossed over to the business section The gentleman laughed at the story, congratu-I of Bosto n.

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22 A LUCKY PENNY. He found Mr. Rockwell's wholesale jewelry establishI Garland, being a new man, wasn't aware of the eccentrici ment without any trouble, for Tom was thoroughly familiar ties of this Lynn jeweler. with the city of his birth, and presented himself before his J He entered his store, hoping and really expecting to make new employer. a sale. "I am going to send you out on short trips in this neighThe jeweler happened to be in a bad humor, having borhood-to Lynn, Salem, Marblehead, Newburyport, etc. missed a good sale because he was out of what his customer I will give you both a salary and a commission, and every desired, so when Tom announced his mission he jumped on facility to get on, as .f am interested in your success." the boy like a sa.vage, and said a great many unpleasant "You are very kind," replied Tom, gratefully. things. "Not at all. The obligation is entirely on my side. I Tom was greatly taken aback, but his good humor did will now introduce you to my manager, who will give you not fail him, and he trea.ted the angry man with such po instructions in our prices and methods, and such pointers liteness and consideration that the jeweler was impressed, as he may deem necessary. These little trips will break and suddenly asked to see the boy's samples after he had you into the business, give you the confidence necessary to restrapped his case again. undertake more extensive journeys, and broaden your views Garland didn't lose a moment in spreading them before of li.fe and business generally." him. 'l'hen he took Tom into a smaller office and made him ac-"I s'pose you think I'm a crank," snorted Benson, grimly. quainted with Mr. Small, the gentleman who supervised the "Not at all," answered Tom, pleasantly, and than he details of his extensive jewelry business. began to call the attention to some particularly Mr. Rockwell had already spoken to his matiager about fine pearls he had. Garland. "I'm going to look at your samples, young man, but I Mr. Small therefore expressed the pleasure he felt in don't think I'll lmy anything from you. I get all my goods making the bois acquaintance, and he lost no time in from Ship, Junk & Co., and they're good enough for me." taking Tom in hand and instructing him in the mysterious "That makes no difference. I shall be glad to show you hierogljphics representing the prices of the stock of sam what I have, whether you intend to buy or not." pl es the lad was expected to carry with him. "You're new at the business, aren't you?" After that he devoted much time to instructing Tom in "Yes, sir," replied Tom, cheedutly. many little tricks of the trade; told him how he ought to "I thought so," sneered the Lynn man. "Otherwise you approach people in trying to make a sale, and how he wouldn't waste your time on me." should conduct himself generally in order to achieve the "I'm afraid you iisjudge sir; I don't think I am best results as a successful salesman. wasting my time affording you the opportunity to see some After lunch Tom left the store with his sample case in of the finest gems and settings in the Boston market." his hand, en route for the little city of Lynn, about eleven "Huh!" said Benson, looking at the boy askance. miles from Boston. Then he began to examine his line of samples carefully. He took a train at the Eastern depot, and in a very short After he had gone all over them and used up the better time stepped out of the car at his destination. part of an hour of Tom's time, he said, shortly: Ile had the addresses of the principal jewele;s in the "I guess I don't want anything." town. "Very well," replied Garland, just as pleasantly as Entering the first store, he introduced himself in a pleas ant, breezy way, that was second nature with him, and asked permission to display his samples. As this jeweler was accustomed to do business with Mr. Rockwell, Tom found it easy to interest the proprietor in his wares, and before he left had sold him quite a little bill. It was, there.fore, with additional confidence that he struck the next store. This man, whose name was Benson, had never purchased of the Rockwell house, and wasn't disposed to do so. He was generally regarded as a crank by the trade. There was only one salesman in the jewelry line who was able to sell him goods, and Benson was accustomed to wait till this drummer showed up. It happened that this particular salesman was way be hind his time, and his customer was getting impatient. Still, for all that, Ben son wouldn't buy from representa tives of other houses who dropped in to see him on general principles, though without great expectations. though he had sold him a thousand dollars' worth, restrap ping his case again. "Sorry there is nothing here that attracts your eye. I will call another time." "Hold on!" cried Benson, as Tom wished him a cheery good afternoon. "Just open your case again, will you?" "Certainly, sir." Up went the case again on the table, the straps were removed and 'l'om asked him what particular tray he wished to see. Benson went over every one again, making selections here and there, and when Tom made out his list, Benson owed him over $2,000, which he immediately paid by check. It was a signal victory :for the boy, though he didn t know it till he returned to Boston late in the day and turned in account. "What's this?" asked Mr. Small, looking at the Benson check in astonishment. "Is it possible you've sold that man over$2,000 worth of our goods?" Yes, .sir; why not?" aske? Tom, innocently.

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A LUCKY PENNY. 23 "Why not?" echoed Mr. Small. "The re i s n t a man in the bu s iness that ha s been abl e to sell him a dollar s worth of s tuff out s ide of Jake Hasting s o f Ship Junk & C o., for the last t e n years to m y certain knowledge. How did you do it?" Tom told his s tory "Well y ou re a wond er! You mu s t have h y pnotized him "I'm afraid that i s n t in m y lin e," s aid T o m. "I'm thinkin g l\fr. Rockwe ll will h a v e a fit whe n h e secs that ch e ck in morning. "Is n t it good?" a s ked rom b e ginning to fee l alarm ed. "Good Why, of c ourse it's good. Good a s gold I m eant to s a y that Mr. Rockw e ll will b e a t o ni s h e d at y our luck." "Maybe it was m y lu c k y pen n y did it 1 have it in m y pock et." "What do you mean b y y our luck y p enny ?" a s ked :M:r. Small, curioit s l y Tom gave him the hi s tor y of tlle bright penny he had rec e ived from Ma y Roclnvell. Mr. Small gave a low amu se d whis tle "You have certainly been luck y s inc e y ou got it; but do you really ascribe )1our g ood fortun e to that penn y ? Come now y ou re not as s uper s titiou s a s all that, are you?" "What do you think, si r?" "I think it s imply a coincidence 1P e rhap s it is. But som e how I like to ass ociate my run of luc,k to the penny. I hadn t a cent in this world when little May dropp e d it in m y hand. Sinc e I got it ever y thing ha s prosp e red with me. It may b e superstition, but it kind of gives me confidence." "If that i s so, y ou d b etter ho1d on to it by all mean s And with that Mr. Small wis hed him good night. CHAPTER XIV. . IN WHICH '1'0 ENGAGES IN A SPEC ULATION IN BOXWOOD. Mr. Rockwell did not fa i l to kee p h i s word with re s p ect to Dick Rog e rs. He found a suitable school at some little distance from Boston, where the lame boy would r e ceive the best of care and a good education in the branches to which he aspired. Tom assured his little chum that he would call to see He wa s continually meeting other drummer s with whom h e naturall y bec ame a c quaint e d, and his breezy, genial man n e r made him a great favorit e and invitations to assist in p ainting thi s or that town or city r e d w e re constant. But Tom believed it wa s not neces s ary to go to such ex tremes to have a good time. He lik e d to take in the theatre, but he invariably re t urned to his hotel when the s how was over, and therefore, he was in pritn e condition next morning to resume bus iness. During hi s early days in the bu s ine s s he had had many o pportunities of meeting with Miss Amy Dent, and their m utual admiration for one another developed into a warm friend s hip. Now that he was away from Boston for the greater part of the time, they maintained their relationship by frequent c orrespondence. Inde ed, the truth of the lame boy' s prophesy tha.t Tom would, in time, learn to think more of Amy Dent than of his little chmn seemed likely to be realized. Tom was now eighteen years of age, with a.ccounts in three s aving s banks aggregating about $1,800. One Smida y morning, when in Bos ton, he noticed an ad vertis ement in the paper of suburban property for sale s omewhere out beyond Jamaica Plains. The announcement interested him. A s I hav e n t an ything to do to-day I'll go out there and see what this looks like," he said to himself at breakfast. And he went. The adverti s er was a small farmer who had 20 acres of ground he wanted to sell very badly. He had been smitten with the speculative fever, and made one small fortunate investment, and was certain if he could raise money enough he would soon become a million aire. He asked$150 an acre for the ground as it stood. "I'll give you $2,500 for your property,'' said Tom, after he had looked it over. "Cash?" asked the owner. "Yes." The farmer, :finding that Tom would not raise h i s bid, c oncluded to close with him, and acc e pted$10 d e p o sit for a twenty-four hour option. him as often as busine s s permitted, and with that Dick Garland was due to dinner that afternoon at the Rockwas content. well home. Garland gradually extended bi s travels in the interest of After the meal '.Porn asked for a few minute s privat e Mr. Rockwell until he covered the whole of New England. interview with Mr. Rockwell. By this time, six months after he had been introduced Accordingly, Tom and his employer adjourned to the into the business, he was pronounced by Mr. Small to be library. one of their most promising sale s men. As s oon as they were seated the boy went into full parHis salary had been advanced voluntarily by Mr. Rockticulars about the piece of property he wished to buy. well, and his commissions amounted to a very tidy sum "I should like to borrow about $700, Mr Rockwell, in right along. order to complete the purchase. Of course, I am aware that Tom did not smoke nor use tobacco in any way, neither I cannot legally buy or own property in my own name, as did he drink, though the temptation to do so was conI am a minor. Therefore, I should esteem it a favor if you stantly before him. would qualify as my guardian s o that I may acquire this PAGE 25 A LUCKY PENNY. plot of ground, which I believe i s worth a good deal more than I have been asked to pay for it.." Mr Rockwell thought favorably of the project, and read ily agreed to oblige the lad. So before 'rom went away on his next trip he was virtu ally the owner of the 20 acres of submban ground Garland s till continued to have a great deal of faith in the good luck qualitie s of the bright penny little May had given him. He had had it rimmed with a golden hoop and attached to his watch chain as a charm, so that he m:lght not lose it. 'l'hre e months later Tom returned to Boston from an ex tended trip as far as Chicago. A day or two after he had occasion to go down to Nahant on the shore of Massachusetts Bay, a bold promontory con nected with the mainland by narrow ridges of sand and s tone thrown up by the ocean, above which the highest point rises 150 feet. After transacting his business he took a walk along the beach. At the extreme end Tom found what appeared to be a huge pile of driftwood, cast up among the rocks of a little cove. There seemed to be cords and cords of it, mingled with variou s bits of iron and other wreckage. 'l'he owner was al s o the proprietor of the American House in Bos ton. Straightaway 'l'om returned and secured an interview with the hotel man. "I was down at Nahant to-day and noticed a big pile of driftwood along the beach at a point within the lines of your property. I shou ld like t PAGE 26 . A LUCKY PENNY. 25 A check was made out to Garland, who gave the pur chaser a bill of sale of the sloop's cargo. Then 'rom returned to the store, showed the check to Mr. Small, and told him the s{ory of his little speculation in boxwood. The manager was a most astonished man. "Well, Tom Garland, you're about as smart as they make 'em these days. If the hotel '.man ever hears of this he'll have a fit." Tom thought so, too. "If it wasn't for my lucky peil.Ily, sir--" But the manager took him by the shoulders and gently forced him out of his office, as if he didn't want to hear anything more about Tom's fetish. ./ CHAPTER XV. but I was thinking of speaking to you on the subject, foc I just heard of another bargain in real estate I'd like to get hold of. It will take about$5,000 to swing it. It's a two family brick house in Brookline, a.bout to be sold under foreclosure proceedings. It is worth all of $8,000, or even more. But I know of a drummer who is on the lookout for just such a place. I don't know of any easier way of mak ing a profit of$3,QOO than that." Mr. Rockwell had implicit confidence in Tom's judgment in business matters. "Well, Tom, if you think it's worth while, I'll loan you the necessaJ.y funds to make the deal, and in the meantime I'll take up the offer for your house and put the sale through." "Thank you, sir," answved the boy, gratefully. The result was that within the month Garland had made a profit of $2,500 on his house and$3,000 on the double tenement transaction. His bank account now footed up something like $9,000, IN WHICH DICK FALLS INTO THE HANDS OF HAWKE and as he didn't like his capital to remain idle at a small AGAIN. interest, he kept his eyes open for any good thing which might happen to turn up. Mr. Rockwell had employed i. private detective agency Besides, he had his 20 acres of land in the vicinity of J a-to investigate Mr. Sleek, with the view of finding out the maica Plains, which a prominent real estate man had re object of that smooth individual in wishing to rid himself cently appraised at$4,000. of his nephew; Summer crune on again and Mr. Rockwell and his fa.mReports were occasionally made on the matter by the ily took possession of his villa at Swampscott as was his agency, but so far their representative had not been able custom. to penetrate the mystery. Tom was invited to spend his vacation with them, and, It was not deemed advisable to bring about a public ex-of course, Dick Rogers was included. posure of Mr. industrial farm until they were 'rhe great attraction for our young hero was Amy Dent, ready to proceed against Dr. Hawke in behalf of Dick now sixteen, with all the piquant charms of a little budding Rogers. beauty. When came, Tom and Mr. Rockwell hoped to They walked, talked and sang together, went sailing to-be in a position to force the hypocritical Bentley Wickes to gether, so that any one could see with half an eye that the appear as a corrobo-rative witness against the physician, two young people were very much interested in each other. who was to a certain extent kept under surveillance. Very often, however, they took Dick and little May with Nearly a year had now elapsed since the night of Tom them. and Dick's escape from the farm. Such was the case warm,' starlight night in July, 'I'he la.me boy was quite a new being. when the four left the private wi).ad of the Rockwell villa Good care and a congenial atn1osphere of interesting in the small sloop yacht "Amy," which Mr. Rockwell had books and studies were having their beneficial result. purchased especially for short summer cruisings along He was now a happy, healthy boy of sixteen, and one of shore. his chief delights was the occasional visit of his chum to There was a nice breeze offshore, and Tom, who was the school. something of a practical yachtsman, headed the boat for As for Garland himself, he was progressing famously in blue water. business and was making very good money for a boy of his "Isn't it a lovely night?" remarked Miss Amy, as she age. reclined negligently on the cushioned seat which encircled 'l'he money he had made out of his boxwood.speculation the cockpit. he had invested through Mr. Rockwell in a fine suburban "It's all right. What do you think about it, Dick? villa, which had been sold at a bargain to close an estate. You haven't opened your mouth since we left our moor"By the way, Tom," said his employer one d _ay, "I've ings.r had a good offer for that house of yours." "You mustn't mind me. I was thinking." "Have you?" said the boy. "Do you think I had better "It seems to me you're always thinking these days. sell it?" Well, what were you thinking about?" "I would advise you to do so, as you can double your "I was thinking whether, if I threw the end of my money." fishing line overboard, well baited, I should catch anything "Very well, then, I authorize you to do so. It's funny, or not."

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2G A LUCKY PENNY. ";o u might try and see. That's the best way to find out. Tims encouraged Dick made the attempt, but after a q u ar ter of an hour there didn't seem t o be anything doing in "the fishing l ine. F in ally he pulled his line in to look at his bait, and witl1 it came a seaweed, consisting of a long, cylindrical, hollow stern, gradually expanding into a leaf some ten i:1chcs i n breadth 'Y\lrnt a c uriou s weed, isn't it, Dick?" said Amy, leaning oYcr, ;; h i l e the lame boy examined it with great interest. "Ye:-;, answered Dick. ''This plant is called by our i!sherrnc n and sailors the 'Devil's Apron.' "What a funny name," she said, feeling the weed gin ger l y What's that at the end It was a horse-muscle, as large as a man's hand, clinging i.o the roots of the weed, which, together with small peb bles, ha.cl served as an anchor to keep it at the bottom A f ter looking at the roots attentively a few minutes, Dick pointed out about a dozen snake a.rmed starfish wound around the tendril $'"Phis species," said Dick, who was pretty well informed on the subject, ais found only in deep water, and, as a rule, can onl y be got by dredging. You see it consists of a small central disc 0 the size of a dime, and five long, s l ender, spiny arms, which twine like serpents among the roots of the seaweed 'l he lame boy also pointed out upon the dripping mass something that looked like a large drop of blood. "This is an ascidian." "Oh!" said Amy apparently not very much enlightened. She regarded it with some curiosity found it was a small, fiat, leathery disk of a red color, little thick ness, but still sufficient to hold a variety of organs, gills, foer, stomach, etc at least so Dick said, and Amy was "illing to take his word for it. she was examining the thing, Dick found some thing e lse. Y 'i'hy, here's a gasteropod mollusk," he explained. Oh, come off, Dick!"' said Tom, butting in good-na turedly. "One would fa:pcy you were a professor explain ing marine phenomena to your class Take another shy t:t a fish." / .. T llon 'L belicre rll get a bib," replied Dick, shaking his had, doubtfu lly. T he ]rune boy, howo.ver, threw his line overboard again, ,. L ;]c 1\my c ame over and sat beside Tom once more They had Liccu_an hour on the water, and were some dis Lt::LC out, h ea cling up the coast, when a change came al imrerccp ti bly o ;-cr the face of the night. .\ :11:,,t 1rns era1r lin g up from the southeast, blotting out t:() t=bn;, ancl a peculiar, weird effect over the in tl iat l1i reetion 'i'r'f' .rnm 1 g p o p k dicl not o bserve the change until their rU\' t'011 Ira,; a t tracted by a. l ow, rumbling sound in the situation, "I guess it's back to Swampscott for us as quick a s we can get there "Why, what's the matter?" asked Amy, in surprise. \ "There'll be something do mg before long or all weather signs go for nothing. I beli e ve there's a thunderstorm coming up. He brought the sloop about and headed shoreward. Then it became aiJparent that the wind was rapidly dying a.way. In Tom's eyes this was a bad sign for them, and he didn't like it. At length the sail sho\ved a tendency to flap, and inside of ten minutes the pretty sloop had lost all headway and was drifting up tl10 coast in the direction of Fang Ledgea large, spindle-shaped rock, which rose thirty feet above high tide and from '.vhich projected a spur of rock, only the extreme point of which, fifteen yards away, was ex posed at low water, but was completely swept by the sea at high tide. In the course of half an hour the tide grounded the "Amy" on the south side oi Fang Ledge. Tom took off his shoes, rolled 1:1P his trowser's legs and stepped ashore. He fended the sloop off and drew her around under the lee of the spindle, where she could float in safety till the wind came up again As there was a snug little aperture in the rock, well out of reach of the water he advised his party to go ashore &nd take possession of it until the thunderstorm passed over. Tom left the party in 01'.der to take ai:iother look at the sky in the southeast The sky had now turned a jet bla.ck in that direction, and vivid flashes of lightning cut red streaks through it, followed by the muti:erings of thunder. "It' s coming up fa s t," he muttered. "And it's going to pile up a nasty sea while it lasts.'' As a matter 'of fact, he had hit the nail on the head, and the evidence was soon forthcoming. The wind ancl water rose almo s t simulta. neoualy. It was as if. o l d Boreas had suddenly opened the doors of hi s cav0'rns and unloosed the air in sweeping volumes. With a roar it struck Fang Ledge and ill' a moment the Rea was boiling all around the r ock. A s Tom turned to rejoin the party a wild scream rang out from the other ido of the rock. "Great heaven s!" exclaimed Garland, ii1 dismay, "t]lat's Dic k 's voic e. What has happened to him ?'1 A few steps carried him to the aperture in the rock where Amy 1JJ1d little May were huddled together in terror. The lame boy was miss;ing. "vVhere's Dick?" cried Tom, a dreadful feeling of di s aster to his little chum striking him to the heart. "He went around the rock that way," said Amy, in trembling tones, pointing to a course opposite to that taken by Tom. <>-ti: ':'t'. "Help! Tom! Help!" came in wailing accents from. !" exclaimed Tom, w ak in g up suddenly to the around the rock, but much fainter than before. PAGE 28 A LUCKY PENNY. r 27 I Tom sprang around the rock into the very teeth of the storm, now full upon them. 'l'he dashing surf covered him with foam, but he heeded it not. "Dick.! Dick!" he cried; frantically. "Where are you?" A flash of lightning lit up the water, and there, in a boat, close to the tooth of the ledge, fifteen yards away, Tom saw the white face of Dr. Hawke, rowing like mad, while in the bottom of the frail crult lay his chum, Dick. Then darkness settled down again, and a terrible peal of thunder seei:ned to tear the very firmament into shreds. CHAPTER XVI. IN WlnOH EVERYTHING COMES OUT ALL RIGHT. The next of lightning showed to Tom's staring eyes the small boat close under the lee of the ugly black Fang rock, which rose above the white, foamy sea, and Dr. Hawke in the act of flinging poor little lame Dfok Rogers upon it. Garland uttered a cry of horror, which the howling wind forced back down his throat again1 and gazed wildly across that short span of boiling water. Again darkness intervened as an awful crash shivered the trembling air. The third electric glare pictured Dick clinging with one hand to the rock and the other extended toward Tom, while Dr. Hawke was to be seen bending to his oars, his boat rising like a feather on the waves. But retribution for the miscreant was at hand. Simultaneous with a terrific roar from the overcharged clouds came a bolt of electricity out of a rift in the black heavens, and it darted down like an avenging arro w of fire, straight at the doomed man in the boat. It was all over in a second, and the next flash showed only a vacant sea-man and boat were gone as if they never had existed. Then the cry of bis chum rang across the water. Helpless upon the Fang rock, Dick awaited death, which approached nearer every moment with the steady rising of the tide. Again came his appeal for help-help which seemed im possible to be given. Tom could not resist the impulse that came over him to save his little friend. He remembered they had promised to be chums till death came between them. He co?tld not stand there in the storm and see the boy perish before his eyes. It might be madness to try and breast that space of rag ing water, though only :fifteen yards; but he was strong, with sinews of steel, he could at least try, for Dick's sake. To resolve was ro act with Tom. He dived into the water and struck out for the rock. When he came to the smface he found that the waves had swept him almost within reach of the Fang. But the sweep of the sea canied him back to his starting point again. Then as the water surged back he went with it until he appeared to almost hover above the rock. Re threw himself forward and landed beside Dick. "Oh, 'l'om !" cried the lame boy, throwing bis arms around his friend's neck. "Can you, oh, can you save me?" "I'll save you, chum, never fear, or we will go down together!" Holding on till he had recovered his breath, while the hungry water, reaching for its prey, ::1urged about their lmees, Tom was ready for the final trial-to swim back with Dick. "Hold on tight to me, Dick," he said, while he watched the water for a favorable moment to launch himself and his precious burden overboard. The moment came and Tom plunged in. As he had calculated, the wave carried him so close to the spindle rocks that by a quick effort he was able to reach out and seize a jagged rock with both hands The receding water tried to tear him from his hold, but he hung on with the grip of death, and a moment later climbed painfully up out of the water. His dal'ing exploit was successful. The thunderstorm was rapidly passing and the worst of their peril was over. Silently the two boys bowed their heads and thanked God for his mercy in saving them from the sea, then they rejoined the frightened Amy and May in the hole under the lee of the spindle, where the sloop was riding out the s torm in safety. Thirty minutes later the wind had subsided to a brisk gale, and under double reefed mainsail the party was once more afloat for Swampscot beach. The su PAGE 29 28 A LUCKY PENNY. "At least we have the satisfaction of knowing that Dick's came about without any assistance from Tom Garland or deadly enemy has perished, and now nothing stands be-Dick Rogers. tween him and his own," said Tom. "Dr. Hawkehas paid Certain facts leaked out, came to the ear of the editor the penalty of his wickedness." of a Boston paper, and the newspaper didn't do a thing Two months later, at Dick's request, Mr. Rockwell was to Mr. Wickes and his establishment. legally appointed his guardian, and thereafter the boy Mr. Wickes found it desirable to skip out of the State wanted for nothing. with his family, and the institution became a thing of the Before Tom went on his first Fall trip he invested his past. money, on the advice of a well-informed friend in the finanThe sign for sale was put upon the front wall, and the cial world, in Canadian Pacific stock .on a ten per cent. prospect of another long term of disuse and neglect seemed margin, his friend to close the deal during his absence if to await the property, when Tom Garland and Dick Rogers h e deemed best. stepped in and bought the property, at a great bargain, He purchased 600 shares at 140, depositing$8,400 aa between them. security with the broker. The old Revolutionary building was swept away with its It was a remarkably fortunate investment, for the stock stone wall, and the truck patch was also included in the began to go up almost imm ediate ly at a stea dy rate. improvements which followed. In the course of a couple of months a well-founded rumor Six fine villas were erected there, overlooking Boston Bay, of an oil strike on a portion of the company's land created five of which were sold to good advantage, the boys making intense excitement on the market, and the stock rose in a handsome profit; but the finest one was reserved by the bounds to 175, where it held firm, and no attack of the boys and merely rented. bears could weaken it. In si..x months Tom celebrated his nineteenth year with At that figure the broker was in structed by Tom's friend two notable events. to sell out the stock, and a check for $29,250, above all He disposed of hi s 20 acres of land near Jamaica Plains expenses of the deal was handed to Mr. Rockwell to deposit for the sum of$10,000 to a syndicate, which proposed to in the bank to 'rom 's account. t the property up into buiiding lot s and boom the place. He had made an actual profit of nearly $21,000 by the Thus he had made a matter of over$50,000 by his own transaction. sagacity inside of a year and a half, from the .day he and About this time the detective agency employed in the Dick landed in Boston without a cent. boy's interest, discovered that Mr. Sleek was negotiating The second event, and the more important one, was Tom the sale of a val uable tract of Western land. Garland's engagement to Miss Amy Dent, Mrs. Rockwell's This clew being followed up, it was found that the niece, with the under standing that the young couple were property had belonged to Tom's father, and until a year to be married when Tom attained his majority. previous had been deemed of little value. It is under stood that they will live in the East Bo ston The discovery of ore in the neighborhood had caused villa, and that Dick Rogers will live there with them, after some excitement in that direction, which had come to Mr. he graduates from Harvard. Sleek's ea.rs, and being an artful individual he determined And Tom believes Dick is more than half right when he to possess himself of the property. asserts that all of his chum's good fortune started from He had done a favor once on a time for his friend Capthe day he came into possession of the bright new cent, ta.in Boone, and he thought the captain would be willing to which he still calls his Lucky Penny. reciprocate, and he was not wrong in his surmise, especially as Mr. Sleek accompanied his request with a promise of numerous dollars if the captain not only carried the boy off to sea, but saw to it that Tom was disposed of in a way that would prevent his return to America. As Captain Boone knew of an island where Garland could safely be maroo:r;ied, with small hope of rescue, the plot promised well until T 'om, as we have seen, discovered his uncle's perfidy, and took effective means to circumvent him. Foiled in this, Mr. Sleek decided to try and gobble up the value of the land on the quiet, and he would have succeeded but for the method pursued by Mr. Rockwell for his detection. The result of it all was that Mr. Sleek was cornered, com pelled to disgorge, and was only saved from a term in the State prison by Tom's generosity, as well as desire to pre vent disgrace from publicly smirching any branch of the :family. The exposure of Mr. Bentley Wickes's Industrial Farm THE END. Read" A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH; OR A BRAVE BOY S START IN LIFE," which will be the next (12) of "Fame and l!\J.rtune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or -postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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