A streak of luck, or, The boy who feathered his nest


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A streak of luck, or, The boy who feathered his nest

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A streak of luck, or, The boy who feathered his nest
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N215 STORIES Of BOYS .--_ 5CENTS. WHO MAKE eMONfY. The crowd wa.s a.bout to follow up the attack; when a bright, earuest-looking lad of seventeen, who had come upon the scene unobserved, rushed to the rescue. Bowling over one boy, he went at the next like a young I

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Fame and Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY luued Subacription 1:1.tlO per 11ear. Entered according to A.ct of Congreu, in the 11ear 1/IOtl, in the otftce of the Librarian of Congreu, Wa.hington, D. O b71 Frank Touse71, Publiaher, U Union Square\ New Y01k, N o 1 5 NEW YORK, JANUARY 12, 1906. Pri c e 5 Cents ,. R Stttea k of Iiuek; OR, THE BOY WHO FEATHERE D HIS NEST B y A S ELF-MADE MAN. CHAPTER I. IN WHIOH BlllN BAILEY MAKES THE AOQUAINTANOE OF NATHA'N KIBOSH. "Say, fellows get on to that old guy coming this way !" cried Percy Norcross, pausing in the act of pelting a fleeing dog with a snowball. Percy, who, in his own estimation at least, was a person age of considerable importance was the only and much-in dulged son of Squire Abner Norcross, a well-to-do lawyer and justice of the peace of the village of Rivermouth. "Ho exclaimed Oscar Opdyke his particular friend and crony ''he is a prize package for fair "I wonder if yesterday' s snow-storm blew him in to town said another boy, named Luke Tapley, with a grin "He must have escaped from some poorhouse," ejacu lated another "Shoot the hat!" la u ghed a pockmarked, undersized boy, son of a Rivermouth butcher. ''Pipe the umbrella!" chimed in the l ast of the gro up. "Let's. give him a salute," suggested Percy, picking up a wad of snow and beginning to m o uld it into shape. "All right. We'll give him a r oyal welcome to River mouth," grinned Oscar maliciously, l o oking around for a small pebble to put into the center of his snowball. The unsuspecting old man slowly appr oiwhed the grin ning boys H e was t a ll a nd gaunt, with a slight s toop to his shoulders, and his long beard was' thickly streaked with gray. His attire, from the crown of bis ancient hat to the points of hi s rubb e r overs hoes, was undisguisably shabby. He certainly bore no resemblance to a modern Monte Cristo, and yet-well, you can't always judge a book by its cover. The ald man plodded along as if time was a matter o f im portance to him. Suddenly, on a preconcerted signal, every boy raised his arm, and a volley of snowballs flew thro ugh the crisp air with unfailing accuracy Biff Biff Biff Biff More than half of the missiles hit their mark, and down went the o l d man amid a roar of deri sive laughter. The crowd was about to follow up the attack, when a bright, earnest-looking lad of seventeen, who had come upon the scene unobserved, rushed to the rescue. Bowling over one boy, he went at the next like a y oung cyclone l Taken by surprise, t h e snowballers scattered at o nce, l eav ing Oscar Opdyke to fight it out with the newcomer, an d

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A STREAK OF LUCK. Perc y N orc ross to pick himself out of the snow at his "Of course you live in Rivermouth ?" l e i s u re I "Yes, sir. That's my mother's cottage there," and he "Who y ou hitting, B en Bailey?" cried Oscar, backing pointed to a neat-looking building a few steps away, which away from his adversary. 1 'was separated from the street by a small, snowcovered H e had received one heavy rap in the jaw, and he apyard. p eared to have a pro pe r respect for the prowess of the boy "I'm glad to know you, Master Bailey I myself was h e call e d B ai ley. brought up in this village," said the old man, g l ancing T he boy who ha d a t tacked him desisted and looking him about "But I have been away for a great many years." i n the eye sa i d : "The' place must look stra.nge to you, then," replied the "Yot1 chaps ought to be ashamed of yourselves boy, regarding the stranger with a fresh interest u pon a poor old man like that. If y01.1 call that fun, it's a "It has not changed' greatly, eve. n in five-and -thirty mighty poor specimen of the article, that's all I've got to years." say. "Is it so long as that since you've bee n her e?" aske d B e n "Oh, you go bag your head, will you," snapped Oscar. in some surprise "You haven't any right to interfere with us "Yes, it is all of that." "How dare you knock me down, you beggar, you!" cried "Have you any relatives l iving here now?" P ercy, coming forwa r d in a furious temper ccr can have "My sister's daughter, Josephine, is living h e r e She y ou ar r ested for assault, and my father will send you to the married Abner Norcross lock-up for a month '"You don't say !'1 ejaculated Ben, much astonished, and "All right. Have me arrested, if you think you can wondering whether Mrs. Norcross, who was the leader of stand it,'' replied Ben Bailey, coolly, not in the least inRivermouth's most exclusive set, would be pieased to rc t i midated by the overbearing attitude of Squire coove this seedy looking old man at her house, the most pre son and heir. "I'll give you, Oscar and the re s t of your tentious one in the village, and acknowledge the relation c rowd such a showing up that you'll be glad to take to the ship. w o o d s "I believe Mr. Norcross is a lawyer, and well off, is he "Why don't you knock h i m down, Oscar?" snorted Percy, not?" asked the visitor to Rivermouth fu ming with rage "Yes, sir " B ecause k nows better than to try such a thing," "I'm afraid I hardly look prosperous enough suit my s aid Be n quietly niece," said the old man with a peculiar smile; "but if she Evident l y that was the case, for Opdyke showed no disis the right sort she won't mind that." position to assume the offensive. From what Ben knew of the N orcrosses he had his "S'pose you go for him yourself," suggested Oscar to his doubts on the subject, but of course he didn't mention them friend. "I believe I haven't introduced myself to you,'' went on I wouldn't lower myself fighting with such a common the shabby stranger. "It is right you should know who I fe llow as he," was the prudent rep ly. am. My name is Nathan Kibosh I live in New Yorl B e n l aughed quiet ly. My wife and only son are dead," he added gravely, "so, you H e h a dn't t h e slightes t fea r that Percy would atta.ck see, I am a sort of a waif on the ocean of life Of all my him. relations my niece, Mrs Norcross, is all that's left. At la8t Maste r Norcross knew well enough what he was up I have mus tered up the courage to visit her. She was only against, and he wasn't looking for that kind of trouble.. a little tot when I left Rivermouth thirty-five years ago." T he old gentleman had got upon his feet, recovered his "No doubt she will be pleased to see you,'' said Ben ; I h a t and umbrella, and now approached the group of three know I would, if you were a relation of mine." I'm very much obliged to you, young gentleman, for tak"I am satisfied you would be, my young friend You in g m y part,'' he said, addressing young Bailey "I know have a good, intelligent face, and on the whole I am rather boys will be boys, but it was rather an unfair advantage sorry that you are not my great:-nephew. That reminds me, they took of me. One of the snowballs had a stone in it," niy niece has a son His name is Percy. What sort of a a n d the old man wiped away a streak of blood from behind bciy is he?" asked Mr Kibosh with some interest h is e a r "You will have to form your own opinion of him, sir. He "A stone, eh ? cried Ben, indignantly. "The fellow who and 1 don't pull well together. My mother and I are not pu t that in his missile ought to be knocked from here to on the same social plane as the N orcrosses, and therefore the r iver It's a cowardly trick." Percy a.Ild I are not companions. As you are bound to see "Yah snarled Percy "Come, Oscar, let's get along him again sh, ortly I may as well tell you that it was Percy Y ou haven't heard the last Jf this thing," was his parting Norcross and one of his friends who left us a few moments s h ot at Bailey. ago." "It's too bacl you were hurt, sir," said Ben, turning to "Indeed!" replied Mr. Kibo s h, elevating his shaggy eye-the old man and speaking in a sympathetic tone brows. "Which of the two was my great-nephew?" "It's nothing. Will you tell me your name, young man?" j "The dressed one-the boy who threatened to have "Ce r ta i n l y My name is Ben Bailey arrested for knocking him down."

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/ A STREAK OF LUCK. 3 "Ah! H;e seemed to be the leading spirit of the snowball brigade," replied the old man grimly. "Seems to hold his head pretty high, doesn't he?" 1His father is reckoned the most important man in the village, !l.nd I suppose Percy takes advantage of that fact." "Some boys do. Well, I must be going on. It is getting dark, and a bit colder. Mr. N orcross's residence is at the end of the next street I was told." "Yes, sir If you stay here any time, Mr. Kibosh, I Ii.ope you will call and see us I am sure my mother would be pleased to see an old resident of the village. She was born here herself." "I shall make it a point to call," saicl the old man, taking another look at the cottage to :fix it in his mind. "I shall certainly want to meet you again before I leave Rivermouth. Good afternoon "Good afternoon, sir. Mr. Kibosh continued on his way while Ben Bailey passed through the whitewashed gate, tramped up the snow-coverecl gravel walk, and kicking the snow from his rubbers, entered the house. CHAPTER II. MR KIBOSH VISITS HIS NIECE, MRS. ABNER NORCROSS Percy Norcross and Oscar Opdyke were talking beside the gate leading into the lawn of the Norcross property when Nathan Kibosh came up the street "Here's that old scarecrow meandering in this direction n ow," remarked Oscar with a frown. "He ought to be pulled in and sent to the poor farm,'' commented Percy. "I wonder what brought him to this village, anyway?" growled his crony, watching the old man out of the corner of his eye. "Probably hoofed it from the next county." Mr. Kibosh was now close upon the boys so they held their peace until he should have passed. -Much to the surprise of the two boys he stopped in front o f them "This is where Abner Norcross lives, isn't it?" he asked, looking at Percy "Yes," replied young Norcross, rudely. ''What of it?" "And yon are Perry Norcross, I think?" "Yes, I'm Percy Norcross," in a tone which implied a great deal. "I s'pose you want to be sent to the poor fariri. My father is one of the overseers. You can go around the back way and knock at the kitchen door," and Percy waved his hand in a patronizing .hind of way, but made no move ment to open the gate for the old man to pass inside. "You are mistaken, Master Percy,'' replied the shabby gentleman severely. "I have come all the way from New York to visit y,our mother, who is my niece. You, there fore, are my great-nephew." ''What!" almost screamed Percy, aghast at this announce ment "Are you crazy?" Oscar's eyes became as big as saucers, and he stared at the man "I hope not," replied the old man, fixing Percy wit h his eye in a way that made him feel qui te uncomfortable "I am your great-uncle, Nathan Kibosh "What !-you! I guesio you're dream i ng, a'ren't you?" and Percy gave a snort of disgust. :Mr. Kibosh gave him one searching look from his hat to his boots, then 'turned away, opened the gate an d passed through "It isn't possible that he is a relative of yours P e rcy, is it?" asked Oscar, with a ma l icious gr i n. "Of course he isn't. The fool is crazy." "But he's heading for the front door," persisted Oscar who saw a chance to tantalize his companion "S'pose l :e really is your great uncle, as he claims to be, you've put your foot in it for fair." "I tell you he isn't any relation of ours," cried Percy, in a tone o.E annoyance "l;:>o you imagine we'd have such a thing as that in our family?" "Well, he's a pretty fierce proposition," l aughed O scar Then Percy, with visible annoyance, noticed that Mr. Kibosh had been admitted into the house. The servant announced his presence to Mrs. Norcross. The lady immediately recalled the fact that she had an Uncle Nathan', who hacl gone to New York City w h en she was about three ye. ars of age. After many years news had come back that N.gthan Kibosh Irnd climbed the ladder of success, had become a 'wealthy broker in Wall Street, and lived in great sty l e somewhere on Fifth Avenue. This intelligence was afterward confirmed by Mr. Nor cross himself when he had occasion to visit the metropolis. He had made it hjs business to call on Mr. Kibosh at his elegant suite of offices in Broad Street, and had accepted an invitati0n to dine with the prosperous broke r After that Mrs. Norcross lost no chance to refer to her wealthy relative in Jew York, as the connection increased her importance in the village. She wrote to Mr. Kibosh and invited h i m to visit her with his wife and son. But Nathan, being a very busy mail, never answered t h e letter, and never accepted the invitation When Mrs Norcross came down stairs in a ll the glory o f her best dress to greet her visitor, she expected to find :1 portly elderly gentleman, arrayed in an up-to date b u siness suit, or per.haps immaculate broadcloth, with a ponderous gold chain across his vest, and with the air of a silver king. Visions of a dinner party in his honor, to which the elite of Rivermouth society was to be invited, floated across her mind. She sailed into her best parlor with a swish and rustle of garments and saw-well, a very seedy-looking o l d gentle man with a grey beard, an ancient umbrella, and on the floor beside the chair, a tall hat very much the worse for wear as well as from contact with a coup l e of h ard s nowballs.

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4 A STREAK OF LUCK. Mrs. Norcross was staggered. This certainly was not her prosperous Uncle Nathan. 'l'he servant had made some horrible mistake, and Mrs. N orcross's face hardened as she figured what she wouldn't do to the girl when she got in,her boudoir. "Mrs N !'.JrCross, I believe?" said the old man rising and looking at her with soine interest. "That is my name," she answered, freezingly. "Pray what business-" "I am your Uncle Nathan," he said, stepping forward and holding out his hand. "Y Oli were only a mite of a girl when I left Rivermouth thirty-five years ago, so of cour s e I cannot expect you to recognize me. "Sir!" exclaimed Mrs: Norcross, majestically, not notic ing th e outstretched hand of her strange-looking visitor. "I s aid I was your Uncle Nathan Kibosh, and-" "You my uncle!" ejaculated the indignant lady. "Pre posterou s !" "I can assure you-'' "Mr. Kibosh is a wealthy 1 man, while you-you look like a tramp," she s norted, in disgu s t. "I know I don't look quite as pro s perous as I used to," said th e visitor. "The wheel of fortune sometimes takes an tmfortunate turn. But nevertheless, Jos ephine, I am your Uncle Nathan-the brother of Caroline Kibosh, your mother, who married a Hammond.'! Mr. Kibosh s intimate knowledge of family names sur prised Mrs. Norcross,. and for a moment she remained speecli less. ) Suddenly a horrible suspici011 crossed her mind which almo s t took away her breath She had an indi s tinct idea that fortunes are won and lost \ in Wall Street with the s wiftness of a western cyclone. What if after all Na than Kibosh had been caught in some fin:rncial cra s h, after all his years of prosperity, and reduc e d to absolut e beggary. It was a terrible thing to think of, and yet-it must be tru e if thts man really was her uncle. "Do you m e an to say that you really are Nathan Kibosh, and _that you have lost all your money?" she gasped "The re i s n t the lea$t doubt that I am your Uncle Na than he said. "My wife and are both dead, and I am now alone in the world Remembering that you once invited me t o ca11 on you and make your house my home, as it were, while I remained in Rivermouth, I decided at length to avail myself of your kind invitation, for after all, J osephi'ne, whe n one comes to think of it, blood is thicker than water." While he was speaking Mrs. Norcross had been thin.king swiftly. She decided that indeed her visitor was Nathan Kibosh. That he had met with misfortune, and had now come to see her ;md her husband with the view of financial sistance. 1 sent the temperature of the parlor down several degrees, "t}:iat it will be impossible for us to receive you here. My husband is away on business in Fruitdale, while I expect a party of friends to dinner. I think you had better go to the is a cheap house on Main Street-until we can comm 1micate with you in a day or so." ''I am sorry that my visit is ill-timed," said Mr Kibosh, with a twinkle in his eyes; "but I thought you would be glad to see me after all these years; that my sudden appearance wouldn't incommode you." "You forget, Mr. Kibosh,'' replied Mrs. Norcross with hauteur, "that I have no recollection of ever having seen you in my life." "You were very young when I left this village,'' ad illitted the visitor. "Therefore I do not feel sufficiently acquainted with you to offer you the freedom of my home Besides, I hope you'll excuse me mentioning it, your appearance is not ex actly suitable to our surroundings, and it would cause me a great deal of embarrassment to acknowledge our relation ship before the servants, not to speak of my friends, who are not accustomed to associate with persons below their social plane. You will, therefore, see how impossible it is that you can remain here." "I understand you, Josephine. Doubtess you are right. When a man looks down in the world, his friends and re lations regard him as an undesirable obstacle in their path. It was foolish for me to suppose that you were different from the average--that you would welcome your old uncle with open arms, as I had pictured you would. When a man has nothing the poorhouse is about the only thing which stands ready to receive him without question." Mrs. Norcross listened to this speech with some impatience. She was anxious to be rid of her shabby relative. To that end she made a movement to hoping that Mr. Kibosh would take the hint and go. He did While he was picking up his hat and umbrella the lady of the house tapped a bell on the hat-rack. The servant who attended on the door made her ap pearance. "Show this person out, Martha," she said. Then, with a slight bow, several degrees more frigid than the atmosphere outside, she hastily started upstairs lest Mr. Kibosh should address her before the servant in a familiar manner .As the menial stood as stiff as a grenadier, with one hand on the street door waiting for the visitor to make his exit, Nathan Kibosh did not delay his departure. Perhaps he had figured that she would generously offer him a home in his impecunious old age. "I guess I made a mistake coming back. to the old place," he muttered as he tramped down the wide path and passed through the gate into the street. "Whether you're in New York or in a vmage like Rivermouth, the world handles you Without gloves if you happen to look as if you were down. There are exceptions, however, to every rule, and I thought maybe--but no matter. Percy Norcross is very like Well, his nerve was something stupendous. "I am afraid, Mr. Kibosh," she began in a tone whlch

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A STREAK OF LUCK. his mother. Very different from Master Bailey who in terfered in my behalf awhile ago. I must certainly call at his house to-mo;row." Mr. Kibosh presently turned into Main Street and put up at the hotel. CHAPTER III. THE RACE ON THE ICE. Apparently Percy's remarks were not making much of an impression on Ruth Cameron, for while he was speaking her eyes were following the graceful movements of Ben Bailey on the ice, where he was at the moment cutting a number of fancy figures, to. the great admiration Of several onlookers. Ruth's skates being adjusted she went twice around the ]ake with Percy, who was a very good skater himself. Then to young N orcross'o great disgust she mac;le a tour of the ice three times with B s n. ''Don't they make a grac2ful couple?" said Miss Aggie Ware, Ruth's particular friwd. "Oh, I don't know," sr.::ered Oscar Opdyke. "There are There was a large lake about a mile outside the village. others." At the time of Mr. Kibosh's visit it was frozen over to a "Who, for instance?" asked Aggie. thickness that permitted skating. "Take Percy and Miss Cameron. Percy as a skater is That evening quite a crowd of :aivermouth boys and girls all to the good." gathered there to enjoy the exhilarating exercise. "He is quite expert, but not near so good as ]\fr. Bailey." The full moon rose early and cast her silvery light over "Pooh! Bailey may be smarter at cutting a few Jim Crow the landscape. evolutions, but as a real skater he jsn't in it with Percy." "Isn't it just lovely ?I' exclaimed Ruth Cameron, the belle ""I' m sure you're mistaken, Oscar. I'd like to see them of the village, to Percy Norcross, her most persistent adrace together, then we might find out which is the fastest." m1rer. "Who would you like to see r .fWe together?" asked Luke "Charming," he replied, as he knelt in front of her and Tapley, coming up. fastened on her -skates. "Ben Bailey and Percy Norcross/' said Aggie, eagerly. "Why, there's Ben Bailey!" she cried, almost clapping "Couldn't you persuade them to do it?" her hands, to Percy's great annoyance. "I was afraid he "Ho! Percy,_,would knock the socks off Bailey," asserted wasn't coming. I'm so glad, for he's such a splendid Lnke. skater." "That's what I say," agreed Oscar. "T don't see why you notice that fellow, Miss Ruthjl re. f'I don't believe he could,'' said Aggie, shaking her head marked Percy, with a trown of displeasure. in a decided way. "Why, what's the matter with him?" asked Ruth, openAt this point Ruth and Ben stopped alongside of Aggie. ing her pretty eyes very wide indeed. "He's a real nice, Then Percy, who had been watching for another op-gentlemanly fellow. I like him very much." portunity to skate w ith Miss Cameron, glided up, but she "Really, Miss Ruth, you ought to ,be careful, don't you begged to be excused. know. He doesn't belong to our set. He's a poor boy, and "I dare you to race with Mr. Bailey, said Aggie saucily works for a living at Mr. Huckleberry's general I to young Norcross. think he has a lot of nerve to try and force himself among "Excuse me, Miss Ware; I don't race with every Tom, people who don't want My father and mother wouldn't Dick and Harry," replied Percy in a tone loud enough for permit me to associate with him." the whole group to hear. "I like to choose my company." "Indeed !" replied Ruth with a little musical laugh. His bearing toward Ben was manifestly insulting, and the "They are very particular who I make friends with," said boy flushed up at once, but owing to the presence of the Percy consequentially. girls he restrained his rising anger. "Then I presume I should consider myself highly hon"Aren't you ashamed of yourself to talk that way?" said ored by having you put on my skates," she answered with a Ruth, loking indignantly at Rivermouth's young aristocrat. merry twin'kle in her eye. "He's afraid to race," cried Aggie, Nmping up and down "Not at all, Miss Ruth. You are one of us, don't yon and clapping her hands gleefully. know. Your father is the cashier of the Rivermouth bank. Percy was hot under the collar in a moment. He's a gentleman." ''Afraid!" ejaculated young Norcross. "Well, I guess "And you find fault with Ben Bailey because he h8S to not. If there's anybody in Rivermouth thinks he cari get work in a store?" away with me on the ice, let him put up the dough." "You can't expect much from a poor boy, you know. His "That's the way to talk, Percy," said Oscar, patting pis father was only a common carpenter, and his mother once friend on the back. "Don't take any bluffs. If Bailey did some dressmaking for my mother. So you see he isn't thinks he can whip you in a spin around this pond, I've got just proper sort of person to be familiar with. I have a dollar that says he can't." given him several hints on the subject, but he doesn't seem "And I've got another," chimed in Luke Tapley, pulling to take them: Really, I think he ought to be shown his out his wallet. place." "I'm ready to race Percy Norcross for the honor of the

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G A STREAK OF LUCK. thing, but I don't bet. Whoever wins the race is to be con sidered c hampion skater of Rivermouth." "That's the ticket," said Tom Sanders; Ben's chum, joining the group. Hi, hi fellows we're going to have a race." "Who's going to race?" asked a boy, a s most of the boys and girls began to crowd around. "Ben Bailey and Percy Norcro ss,'' announced Tom, whereat there was a general cheer. "Don't be quite so-previous," objected Percy. "You're not going to back down, a.re you, Percy Nor cross?" asked Tom Sanders. ''You've been making a great bluff about being the fastest skater on the lake. Now's your chance to prove it." P ercy believed there wasn't any one who could beat him, a.nd h e wasn't really afraid of Ben Bailey, but his reason for wishing to decline a contest with Ben was that he thought he was. honoring the s tore boy too much by puttillg him self on equal terms with him. Besiues, his dislike and contempt for B e n had been in creased that evening by Ruth Cameron's evident partiality for his rival's society He realized, however that the crowd was bent on having th e race take an d he couldn't draw out without bringing down on his head, so he agreed to race Ben-the distance to be twice around the lake, which was only a small sheet of ice. than usual and her bright eyes were all of a glisten with ext!itement. "He might pull up if Percy was to slin& him a tow-line," grinned Oscar. ' He doesn t need a tow-line, Oscar Opdyke," teplied Aggie sharply. "Don't he? He ought to have an electric motor, then, to push him along." "That's what," chuckled Tapley. "Here they come, Percy four yards in the lead. Oh, I guess not! Go it Perce I You'll have him whipped fo a standstill." "Hurrah I Hurrah Hurrah !" The boys yelled and swung their hats, the girls screamed and waved their hands and handkerchiefs, as the rival racers completed the first lap, with Norcross well. in the lead. It could easily be seen .that Percy was exerting himself to the utmost in the endeavor to distance Ben as much as pos sible. The greater his victory the greater would be his satisfac tion and triumph. That there was the slightest possibility of his losing the race now did not strike him at all. Ben, on the contrary, bad held himself back to a certain extent from the start. He did not believe that his rival could maintain his pres ent burst of speed twice around. the lake. At any rate he was banking on the fa.ct that he couldn't. Oscar O pdyke and Tom Sander s were chosen judges. If he was mistaken his work would be cut out for him in Th en the two rivals took their positions side by side, the home stretch, otherwise he felt confident he would win. P ercy having won the advantage of the inner track. "I don't think Percy Norcross quite so far ahead," "Ready?" asked Lulie Tapley, ,who had constituted himcried Aggie, hopefully. self official starter. "That's because you can't see straight, said Oscar jeer"Yes," cried both the boys in a breath, leaning forward ingly. with their hands clasped behind. "Aren't you polite!" answered the girl with a flush. "I really believe Ben is closing up the gap between them," she Both started a t the word, and the spectators followed said turning to Ruth. th eir movements with great interes t and excitement. "Yes, Aggie, he is. Isn't it exciting?" It was soon seen that Percy was slowly forging ahead. "This is where Ben takes the starch out of your side "What did I tell you?" yelled Oscar Opdyke. "He's just partner,'' grinned Tom to Opdyke. walking away from Bailey." 1 "You're talking through your hat," retorted Oscar "Bet your life he is,'' coincided Tapley, and they yelled out words of encouragement to Percy. "Ho retort e d Tom Sanders, cheerf ully. "Ben hasn't got clown to work yet. He is only playing with Norcross. "He is, I don't think!" snee red Opdyke. "Oh, yes, he's p la ying with him," snorte d Tapley. "Percy is tpree yards to the good already. Your man won't be in it at th e .finish." "Don't you fool yourself," answered Tom. angrily, though he clearly saw that Ben Bailey had already cut down Percy's lead by one-half. "Hurrah for Bailey!" howled a large part of the specta tors, for the store boy was easily the favorite by long odds. "Hurrah for Percy Norcross!" whooped up Tapley, try ing to arouse a counter enthusiasm, but the attempt was not successful. "He's crawling up, all right," Tom in glee. "Go back and sit down," snarled Opdyke. ''You make me tired." "Get out there on the ice, Oscar, with your end of the string," cried Tom. "They will be here in a 'few moments." "Get out ther e' yourself, Tom Sanders. Who was your "Sure he's going to win,'' chipped in Oscar, who overflunkey last year?" hear d the remark. "All right," replied Tom, good-naturedly. "It's all the "Looks a s if Percy Norcross was going to win, doesn't it?" said Aggie to Ruth. "There's lot s of time for Mr. Bailey to pull up yet,'' same to me. Ben is winning you can bet your bottom said Ruth quietly, though her heart was beating quicker dollar."

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A STREAK OF LUCK . "Not on your life," cried Oscar hotly. "You people make me sick," retorted Opdyke somly. "Yes he is,'' screamefJ Aggie, beginning to jump with sat"You'd have lost your money if you had had it up," reisfaction. "He's with Percy Norcross. Isn't that plied Tom good!" ''Well, why didn't you cover it, thei:i, you're so smart?" "Shut up, Aggie Ware!" cried Oscar, hotly. ";Because I am not in the habit of betting." "The idea!" returned the girl. "Oh, aren't you?" sneered Oscar, glad to :find some pre"Yes, the idea," mimicked Luke Tapley. "You're acting text to hit out at Sanders. "You're one of the goody-goody, like a jumping-jack." taffy-on-the-stick fellows, aren't you? You give me a pain "That's none of your business, Luke Tapley." in the neck." "He's ahead, Aggie l He's ahead!" cried Ruth, with a 1 "Don't you worry yourself about me," flushed Tom. sudden burst of enthusiasm. The girls and boys, with Ruth and Aggie in the lead, be, A roar of encouragement greeted Ben as he shot to the gan to crowd about Ben as soon as he came gliding back to fore in the race. the starting point, while Oscar and Luke, and one or two The supporters of Percy N oitross appeared to be few and others, hastened to Percy to condole with hifll over his far between. defeat. For fifty yards after Ben had caught up to his rival the "You're all to the good, Bailey,'' said a big, strapping lad boys skated by side, then Percy began to fall to the who worked for the village blacksmit):i. "I thought you'd rear in. spite of all he could do. win." He had evidently exerted himself beyond his strength and was in no shape to make a final spurt. Ben, on the contrary, had still some resene power left Although much excited, he was breathing and easily, while Percy was fairly gasping for breath With the race four fifths over the store boy was very I perceptibly widening the gap he had opened up between himself and the young village aristocrat "Hi, hi, hi Go it, Bailey !" "Get down to it, old chap, you're going to win!" "Put on more steam there! Hurrah! Three cheers for Ben Bailey !" These and similar cries greeted Ben as he came whizzing down the home stretch like a winged Mercury. "He's win:n,ing He's winning!" shrieked Agg,e, waving her handkerchief frantically "Yah !"snarled Oscar, now as mad as a hornet. Luke Tapley, realizing the worst, had nothing to say. "I guess it's your man who needs the electric motor after all," grinned Tom Sanders exultantly. "Shut up!" snorted Oscar. "Ha, ha, ha, ha!'' laughed Aggie joyously, with a mis chievous glance at Oscar "Hold your end straight, will you !" cried Tom to Opdyke, who was swinging the string out at an angle. "Hurrah! Hurrah for Ben Bailey!" shouted the specta tors, as with one mighty burst of speed the store boy shot against and carried away the string at the :finishing line, six yards in advance of Percy Norcross He had won the race hands down. CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH RUTH CAMERON MEETS WITH A GREAT MISHAP. ''Well, /who won the race, Opdyke?" chuckled Tom Sanders with a grin of satisfaction upon his freckled face ''Yes, who won the race?" mimicked Aggie, making a face at Oscar. "Thanks, Wiebster," replied Ben, his face flushing with pleasure as the group showered their congratulations upon him. "You're the champion skater of Rivermouth for a fact," said Tom. "Yes, h e's won the title gloriously,'' cried Aggie with dancing eyes "He ought to be entitled to a badge of some sort don't you think?" suggested a boy. "Sure he ought; let's chip in !l:Ild buy him one. "I'm \V:illing,'' cried another. "And I," "and I," "and I, too," chorused a number of enthusiasts. "He certainly deserves some recognition,'' said Ruth. "Give him that ribbon in your hair,'' suggested Aggie. "Do you think I might?" whispered Ruth to her friend with a blush. "Why not? I would if I had one." Ruth detached the blue silk ribbon she wore, and iaking a pin from her sash walked to Ben. ":Allow me to present you with the blue ribbon,'' she said softly "Thank you, Miss Ruth," replied the store boy with a heightened color, as she pinned it upon the lapel of his jacket. "I shall prize that very much because it is your gift It has a double value in my eyes, and I shall keep it as long as I live Everybody cheered as Ruth Cameron decked out the victor. "Seems to me they're making a great uss over that fel low," said Percy with a sniff of disgust. "If I had been feeling in proper shape he wouldn't have beaten me." ''What's the matter with you?" asked Oscar, glad to find an excuse to flaunt up to Tom Sanders. "I've got a bad headache. Had it ever since I left home." "Then of course you were handicapped I knew there must be something to account for Bailey winning,'' said Oscar in a tone of satisfaction "Sure I was handicapped."

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8 A STREAK OF LUCK. \ "Then you must race him again to-morrow night," said "That was because I didn't feel at my best." Luke Tapley. "He'll be claiming that he is the champion "How do you mean?" skater of Rivermouth after this unless you can put a spoke "I had a bad headache. I was in no condition to race. in his wheel." I only went into the thing because I was forced. The "I'll think about it,'' said Percy; who was well awpe crowd would have it, and if I had refused they would have that he had done the best that he was capable of, and had said that I was afraid of Ben Bailey." been fairly beaten., ''I didn't hear you complain of a headache while I was "You want to think about it pretty quick,'y persisted skating with you before the race." Luke. "I don't want to have that crowd crowing o'Ver me, "I didn't think it worth while to mention the fact to ior we supported you, and they will be giving us the grand you." laugh." "And do you think that was the reason you lost?" Percy no reply. "Of course it was." "Hurrah for Ben Bailey, the champion skater of River"Well, you can race again to-morrow night, can't you?" mouth !" carpe floating over to them from the crowd around she asked. the winner, as Ruth Cameron decorated him with the blue "I suppose I can, but I don't really think I ought to lower ribbon. myself to do so." "You hear that!" cried Luke. "That's what we're up Ruth made no remark, but we are afraid Percy lowered against. You've got to race him again, Percy, and knock himself very greatly in her estimation by his indiscreet rethe spots off him, or we shan't hear the last of it, mind what mark. .. I tell you." "I wish you be so familiar with that fellow," "Yah !"cried Percy, angrily. "I was a fool to put myself went on the village aristocrat. "He isn't at all in our social on a level with the beggar." class, yoo. know. You ought not to encourage him." The crowd around Ben now broke up and general skat"I think you choose your friends, don't you, Mr. Noring was renewed. cross?" she said with some spirit. "Let's go over to the club-house and have a game Of "Certainly I do. I take care to have nothing to do with pinochle," suggested Oscar. "I've had enough of this low people like Ben Bailey." thing for fo-night." "Very well,'' said coldly. "Perhaps you have no ob" I'm with you," replied Luke, sitting down on the jection to my choosing mine. I am sorry to hear you speak ground and commencing to loosen his skates. so slightingly of Mr. Bailey. There is nothing in the least "All right," agreed Percy. "Just wait for me till I have objectionable about him. It does not lower him in the estione more spin around with Miss Cameron." mation of the village because it is necessary for him to work "How can you, when she's with Bailey now?" at the general store to support his widowed mother. I asPercy gritted his teeth when he saw the boy he disliked sure you I respect him greatly, and I' would prefer you and the girl he was partial to go off across the lake hand in didn't speak about him again unless you can do so without hand. running him down." He determined, however, to wait until they returned. Her words came at Percy straight from the shoulder He ,wanted to reach the ear of Miss Cameron, and gloss as it were, and he winced at the indignant earnestness in her over his defeat, lest she might go away with a much reduced tone. opinion of his abilities as a skater. "Of course if you insist on having him for a friend, Miss So, in spite of the entreaties of his companions to hurry Ruth-" up, he hung about till Ben a'lld Ruth came back, and then, "I am glad to number him among my friends. My father with very little politeness toward the store boy, he glided up and mother approve of him, and that is enough for me." to Ruth and requested the pleasure of a spin with her down "Let's go up there," he said at length, as they approached the lake. an annex to the lake. Ruth looked doubtfully at Ben, but the boy gracefully re linquished her arm to Percy, raised his hat politely, and skating over to Aggie asked the pleasure of, her company, which she very readily granted. "I s'pose you think that fellow a better skater than I ziow," began Pe_rcy as he started off with Miss Carheron. "Well," replied Ruth, in a conciliating tone, for she rea lized that Percy felt sore over his defeat, "you are both iine skaters." "That isn't the thing," persisted young Norcross. "Do you think he is better than I am ?" "You both had a fair trial of speed, and he came out ahead of course--" It was only a small span of ice, divided from,the main lake by a jutting point of ground. I For some reason the ice was thinner tbere than out on the lake, but neither suspected it. Ruth at once skated through the opening, but Percy in some way ttipped and sat down with an ungraceful whack. Then something occurred. The ice cracked all of a sudden under Ruth's feet. Scenting danger she tried to turn around quickly. This threw all of her weight on one foot. The skate penetrated the ice and down she went. The shock broke the surface all around her and she went through tin to the water.

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. A STREAK OF LUCK. 9 The water was pretty deep here and she had just time enough to utter a piercing scream before she went entirely under. Percy saw the and, instead of rushing to her rescue, he stood gazing helplessly at the hole in the ice which she had vanished. CHAPTER V. IN WHICH/BEN DISPLAYS COURAGE AND PRESENCE O F MIND. Ben Bailey and Aggie Ware were gliding over the ice not very far away when Ruth's scream came to their ears. "Something has happened to one of the girls," cried Ben. "Come, let us see." "It must be Ruth," cried Aggie apprehensively. "I saw her and Percy Norcross go ru:ound that point, and the scream came from there." The very thought that Ruth Cameron might be in trouble spurred Ben to action at once. "Follow me, Aggie," he exclaimed, and letting go of her he darted ahead like an arrow from a bow. As he spun around the point he ran into Percy and sent that aristocratic youth head over heels along the ice till he fetched up against the bank, where a broken branch from a felled tree ripped his jacket half up his back. 1 At that instant Ruth's head appeared above the water in the midst of the broken ice. Help !" she gasped in terror, trying in vain to get a secure hold on the flimsy surface around her. Ben saw the extreme danger of her situation. There was nothing at hand to hold out to her, and he could not tell how close to the break the iCe would sustain him. He thought quickly, for the girl's life depended on prompt action. He came to a sudden resolution. Lying face down on the surface of the annex he crawled forward, but while he was doing this he saw, with a feeling of despair, Ruth's head sink out of sight, and a few bubble s come shooting to surface. "Great Scott I" he groaned, "what if she doesn't come up again!'? A broke out on his and he was on the point of getting up and diving into the hole to save her or perish, when she came up again'. She was almost illlconscious from cold and fright. "9-ive me your hand," Ben cried, wriggling unpleasantly near the break and holding out his arm to her. His voice came to her like a bugle note in a dream. She turned her despairing eyes upon him. "Save me, Mr. Bailey!" she gasped faintly, extending both her arms toward him "I will, or I will go under with you," he cried encourag ingly. The ice began to crack around him as ii.e succeeded in c atching one of her hands. But he did not care. He was going to get her out of it if he had to swim for it. He pulled her toward him, the thin barrier of ice giving away before her. "Aggie," he called out. Ben," she answered. "Cat,ch hold of my skates, will you, and try to pull me backward." Aggie did so, but her strength was not sufficient to yield very happy results. Fortunately Tom Sanders and several others came to the scene at this moment. They had also been attracted to the spot by Ruth's scream. Tom took Aggie's place-that is, he grasped one of Ben's legs, while another boy caught 0hold of the other, and their united strength had the desired effect. They pulled Ben, while he caught Ruth with both hands and held on to her till the resistance of the fringe of ice showed the store boy that it was safe to .act. "Let' go," he cried to his companions. They released his limbs. Then Ben managed to get on his knees, and having accomplished that he grasped Ruth under the arms and lifted her out of the water. The crowd gave a great shout and Aggie ran forward and caught Ruth in her arms. "Ruth, dear, dear Ruth; thank goodness, you are safe!" cried Aggie, and the two girls cried hysterically in each other's arms. "Come," interposed Ben "You'll catch your death of cold if you don't get a hustle on. We'll skate over to the other side of the lake, and then I'm going to race you home," and he caught Ruth by the hand and compelled her to move along. The crowd followed them with hilarious shouts. As for Percy, he had already picked himself up, and after moodily watching the rescue of his late companion by the store boy, as he called him, he betook himself off by a bypath, swearing vengeance on Ben for his tumble and his ruined jacket. When Ben and Ruth reached the far bank of the frozen lake, the boy made her sit down and then had her skates off in a twinkling. His own followed suit, then they both got on their feet. "Now give me your hand, Miss Ruth," he said, energet ically. "You've got to run." "Oh, I can't!" she protested. "But you must," he said, firmly. "Come on, Aggie. Put your bes t foot foremost Bet you a pound of candy we beat you. Away they went, not so very fa s t, ta be sure, but still fast enough to keep Miss Ruth's blood in circulation. Aggie laughed so much at the ludicrousness of it all that she soon fell b e hind.

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10 A STREAK OF LUCK. "Oh, come; now, what's the matter with you / Aggie? Although Ben was considered too far down in the social Get a move qn !" Ben shouted back at her. scale to be eligible to membership in the event of a vacancy, "I give up!" she cried, dropping to a fast walk. it can truthfully be said that he had not the slightest desire Ben and Ruth stopped till she caught up again, then Ben to join the club. grabbed her by the arm and started on a jog trot, and \Vhen he reached home he had a long story, of course, to Aggie, whether she would or not, was compelled to keep tell his mother of the events of the evening. pace with him, though she was laughing all the time. How he had raced Percy Norcross for the skating cham At la s t they reached Ruth's home, and passing through pionship and won, displaying hli.s blue ribbon trophyi 1Vhich gate they approached the house at a more dignified pace. he afterward put away in a safe place. Mr s Cameron answered the summons herself at the side Also, how he had saved Ruth. Cameron from drowning door. after the ice had broken under her, and Percy, like a coward, "Why, wh'at's the matter, Ruth?" she exclaimed, startled had left her to her own resources. by the unkempt appearance of her daughter. "You put me more and more in mind of your father," "I'm sorry to say, Mrs. Cameron, that she fell through .said Mrs. Bailey, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. the ice and got a bad ducking. You'd better put her to bed "You are so brave and manly. He saved the lives of sevat once/ said Ben. eral people of the village at different times. Twice from :Mrs. Cameron gave a startled cry and seized her child in the river below, and once he rescued three boys who had h e r arms. gone sailing on a raft on that very lake. You have all his "You must come in, Mr. Bailey!" cried Ruth, as boy good traits, Ben, I am thankful to say, and I feel sure you started to leave. "You really must. Don't let him escape, will grow up to be a splendid man, if God spares your life, AggiJ." as I nightly pray he will." So Aggie grabbed him by the arm and he was obliged to "1 ought to be kicked if I turned out otherwise when I ent e r. a,rn blessed with such a good little mother as you:" "Mother," said Ruth, "I should have been drowned only And he went over and kissed her with the tender respect for 11Ir. Bailey. He dragged me out just as I was becoming of a good son. unconscious." "Well, mother, I guess I'll go to bed. I've got to be up early to go to the store, you know." At that point, Mr . Cameron, attracted by the excitement, He took the lamp, which was waiting for him on th.e oldmade his appearance in the room. fashioned dresser, and ascended the stairs to his pleasant Ruth insisted on making an explanation before she would little room over the kitchen. permit her mother to take her up to her room, and, of "Ruth Cameron is a sweet girl," he mused, as he unc'ourse, her story made Ben something of a hero. dressed. "I'm glad it was my luck to save her life." Mr. and Mrs. Cameron were profuse in their gratitude to And a mile away Ruth was lying in bed, awake, thinking Ben, and he felt somewhat .confused by the warmth of his what a brave, handsome boy Ben Bailey was, and how glad reception. she was that it was he who had saved her life. At length he managed to make his escape after promising to call around some evening that week .. On his way home he passed a small, detached building, the lower part of which was occupied as a grocery, with a bar in the rear. He could see a number of Rivermouth's lower order of citizens toasting their toes around the stove. Upstairs the three windows were lighted up. Ben knew what that meant. It was the room of the "Lucky Thirteen" club, an organi zation started by Percy Norcross and his special cronies, Oscar Opdyke and Luke Tapley. Percy and twelve clubmates made this place their hang out, and we are sorry to be obliged to record the fact, but the nearnes s to the gro c ery below led to the introduction above of not only s oft drinks, but mint jllleps, cocktails, and some time s a whiskey straight when one of the boys happened feel particularly reckless. The dab was supposed to be parti.cularly select, because the members belonged to the best families in River mouth. Som of the larks that originated in this organization, however, did not bear a good reputation. CHAPTER VI. { IN WHICH BEN IS OFFERED THE CHANCE OF HIS LIFE, AND ACCEPTS. Ben Bailey had an hour' at noon so he could go home from the store for dinner. When he reached the cottage as usual next day he found a visitor talking to his mother . It was none other than, Na.than Kibosh. He shook hands warmly wi.th Ben. "I took the liberty of calling you, as I promised I would," said Mr. Kibosh. "I did not_ reckon upon the fact that you might be employed. I thought probably that you attended school. Your mother, howeve'r, prevailed on me to remain until you came home to your dinner, so here I am." "I am glad you called, Mr. Kibosh," said Ben, in so hearty a tone that his visitor felt assured he was welcome,

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A STREAK OF LUCK. 11 and the fact pleased hi:i. very much, indeed, after the cool rece ption he had encountered at the home of his niece the afternoon before. "You don t appear to be a bit ashamed of my rather seedy he said, with a peculiar twinkle of the eye. "Certainly not," said Mrs. Bailey. "And now you must have dinner with u.s." "I shall be. pleased to accept your kind invitation if I do not inconvenience you," replied Mr. Kibo s h, with a Chester .fieldian politeness that ill accorded with his shabby gar ments. "He is a gentleman, at any rate/' thought Mrs. Bailey, "even if he is poor." Then she hastened to assure him that his presence far from inconveniencing them was a real pleasure, as they had so little company that it was a. treat to have a gentleman to dinner. "Madam," he said, with a bow, "I consider it an honor to dine at your table." Mrs. Bailey smiled, graciously, at the qompliment, and the three then adjourned to the dining-room, a very cosy little apartment, with a home-made rug under the table, and man y little reminders of old times, when Mr. Kibosh was a boy about the room. Somehow or another the old man felt at home in Ben's humble surroundings. "If you have no objection, I should like to ask you a ques tion or two," said Mr. Kibosh to Ben after the soup plates had been removed and Mrs. Bailey was bringing in a cold joint, which was now making its second appearance on the table. "I hope you won't stand on ceremony about asking any question you see fit," answered the boy, politely. say you are employeCl in a general store in the village?" "Yes, sir." "Pon't you think your chances for advancement are very much restricted in such a small place as Rive.rmouth ?" "Yes, sir; but I hope to do better one of these days." "What is your idea of doing better?" "I should like to go to New York, or some other large city, where the chances for a boy to get ahead are ever so much better than here." "Ben is very ambitious, sir," said Mrs. Bailey, with a smile; "but I don't want him to go so far away from home alone." "I can understand and sympathize with your fealings on that score, madam," said Mr. Kibosh, pleasantly. "Good mothers are alike in that respect-they hate t-0 part with their boys." "Yes, sir: And Ben. is all I have. I should feel dread fully lonesome, as well as an:x:iou.s about him, if he were to seek a situation so far away as New York." "But, madam, if you knew he was in good hands, In the employ of one who appreciated his many fine qualities, and would advance him as he earned promotion, wou.ld that not make a cli;ffEirence ?" I "It certainly would, sir; but such chances a country boy without influential backing is hardly likely to pick up cept by the merest accident." "I do not say lit you are right, madam. Who knows but such an opportunity may come to your son?" "I wish it cried Ben, eagerly. "I'm tired of wasting my energies in Rivermouth. I feel that I ought tO do better. You see, sir, when father died, a few years ago, he left mother this cottage; but it was not nearly paid for. There is a mortgage on this property, and we have to economize in order to pay the interest, the taxes and in surance, and try to save a little toward reducing the princi pal when the mortgage becomes due. It is quite impossi ble that we can do much in the last direction while I remain here on a small salary-though Mr. Huckleberry is a decent kind of a man, and pays me all he can afford to pay a clerk." "I am glad to see you are not ashamed to be a clerk in a store until something better turns up." "Why should I? I have heard that Russell Sage, the great New York .financier, was once a clerk in a country store. And I dare say many other successful men started as I have done." "You are right," agreed Mr. Kibo s h. "Still, it's my opinion"that my great-nephew were he in your place, would hardly be satisfied to accept anything so ordinary as a country clerk s hip." / "Percy Norcross has high notions," admitted Ben. "I suppose that is llecause his father is wealthy, and he expects to go to college when he graduates from the village high school, and eventually become a lawyer like his father." "Percy's mother also seems to have high notions," said Mr. Kibosh, with a peculiar smile, "so I presume he comes rightfully by his ideas." "As I was saying," went on Ben, "the fact that we have a considerable mortgage on this house worries me, not that I believe Mr. Nor cross, who holds it, would foreclose so long as we pay the interest regularly. But the mere fact that he will have the right to do so next August is not a cheerful outlook. Mother has lived here so many years that it would be a dreadful thing i it were to be taken from her. That's why I would like a better chance so I could, by my efforts, secure it to her." "Yoi.i certainly have a very good son, Mrs. Bailey," said Mr. Kibosh, with a smile. "Yes, sir. He is the best son in the world," she an swered, with a fond look at her stalwart boy. ''Now, Ben-you will excuse me calling you Ben, but son,lehow I have taken a liking to you, and I prefer to call you by your first name. What I was about to say is this : I can put you in the way 0 following the bent of your am bition," said Mr. Kibosh, with a meaning smile. "You, sir!" exclaimed the boy, in astonishment, while Mrs. Bailey regarded their visitor with a doubtful kind of wonder on her gentle features. "I perceive you are suiprised. You wonder how a shabby-looking old man like me can make good my state-

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12 A STREAK OF LUCK. ment. Let me explain. To begin with-I'm by no means 1 and let me know by to-morrow or next day your decision. as poor, nor as inefficient both physically and mentally, as In my opinion, you now have the chance of your life." you may suppose from my appearance, though it is quite Shortly after Mr. Kibosh t.ook his departure, Ben walking trne I am not the man I ought to be, since I have never part of the way with him, on his return to the st.ore. quite recovered from the irreparable loss r sustained in the The broker's proposition was the subject that evening of a deatli of my wifo and only son." long and earnest conversation between mother and SOI\., and At this point the old man's voice shook from emotion, in the end it was agreed that Ben should accept the offer. while Ben and his mother began to regar.d him with a new Next day he notified Nathan Kibosh to that effect. interest., and with some degree of expectation. "As a matter of fact, I am a wealthy New York broker, all(l I have an office in Broad Street, in the financial dis trict, as it is called, of that city. I was born and raised in Rivermouth. My only sister, Caroline, married a Ham mond, and their daughter is now Mrs. Abner Norcross, of this village. I came down here to visit the N orcrosses. Josephine Norcross and her son Percy are the only relatives I bave in the world. Under ordinary conditions they would naturally inherit the property and money I have accumu lated. They have always looked upon me as a rich man. I wondered what effect it would have upon them if they had occasion to believe that I had suddenly become reduced in circumstances. I determined to test their feeling on the subject. I am not sure this was entirely fair, as the W()rld goes, since the universal estimate put upon an individual is not what he was but what he is. I adopted this disguise, at any rate, and the result scarcely surprises me. My niece looked upon me as an intruder, even after I had satisfied b e t that I really was her Uncle Nathan. But I have been much more disappointed in my great-nephew. He has many traits which do not appeal to me. The pleasant sur prise of my visit to Rivermouth, however, has been the off hand acquaintance I formed with your son, madam," turn ing to :Mrs. Bailey. "He is a boy after my o>yn heart. In more ways than one I may say he reminds me of my own lost boy. I ha .ve taken an interest in him, and to that end I propose, with your permission, to take him with me to New York and give him a start in life." Ben and his mother were fairly struck dumb by the revelation made to them by Mr. Nathan Kibosh. It was some moments before either could find words in which to express the surprise they felt at this unexpected turn of events, or to thank the broker for his generous proposition. "Now!.. Ben," said Mi., Kibo sh, "I want you to thoroughly understand my offer. I have sized you up as a manly, am. bitious lad. I do not propose to spoil your good qualities by taking you by the hand and boosting you up the ladder of success. My idea is simply to make an opening for you and let you do the rest. You must depend entirely on your own resources. I will keep my eye on you, taking note how you conduct yourself. Your mistakes must be object les sons and spur you on to greater effort. I promise your mother that I will see that no harm comes to you, so far as I c an prevent it; but I have little fear of that, since my esti mate of your character leads me to believe that you will form no bad habits, nor yield to the t_!3mptations and vices of a great I shall remain a few days longer in River mouth. You must talk the matter over with your mother, CHA;pTER VII. OFF TO NEW YORK. Ben notified Mr. Huckleberry that he was going to leave his employ, also the village. The storekeeper was very sorry to hear it. Ben was a faithful and efficient clerk, and he was loath to lose him. While the boy did not confide his prospects to him, he said he had an excellent offer to go into business in New York, and had decided to accept it. Mrs. Bailey insisted on packing her son's trunk herself, like fond mothers will. She wished to see that he had everything she could supply for his comfort. As Mr. Kibosh wanted to return to the metropolis with out further delay, Ben started out at once to make his fare well calls. The first one he called on was his particular friend, Tom Sanders. "You're just the fellow I want to see pt exclaimed Tom, with great animation. "But how comes it you are awa. y from the st.ore at this hour ?" "I'll tell you when you've had your little say." "My little say is soon said, Ben. You and I'have been chums for many moons, haven't we?" "That's what we have!" "Anc1 now I hate to tell you we have to part company." "Why, how did you guess that?" asked Ben, in some surprise. "H-0w did I guess it?" ejaculated Tom, surprised in his turn. "I didn't guess it. It has simply turned out so. I'm going to New York." "You're what?" gasped Ben "I am going to New York. Got a job there.'' "You have?" "I have. It has all been:. arranged by my father." Ben stared a moment at his chum and then he uttered a wild war-whoop. -"Shake, old man! Why, I'm going t.o New York, too!" Tom looked at the outstretched hand in a bewildered manner. "You're joking, aren't you?" "Never more serious in my life, Tom. I'm going to work in New York right away. And it was to bid you good-by that brought me aro.nd to your house to-day."

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A STREAK OF LUCK. 13 "By George I" cried Tom, in an ecstasy of delight. "That is glorious, isn't it? We needn't be parted after all." "I hope not. Whereabouts in New York do you expect to hang out?" "I am going to work as a messenger for Parsons & North rup, Wall Street brokers." "You don't say. I'm going t
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14 A STREAK OF LUCK. Ben flushed to his hair, and then, without a word, started to go on. "Hold on!" cried Oscar, grasping him by the sleeve of his jacket. "What are you going to New York for?" "The subject wouldn't interest' you any," replied Ben, coldly. "How do you know it wouldn't?" "I know it wouldn't. Good-by. The two boys watched him go. "I wonder if he's lost his job?" said Percy. "I hope he I has, the beggar." "I wouldn't be surprised. He knows he couldn't get an other as good around here; and is going to New York to try his luck." "And make his fortune," sneered Percy "Make nothing. He'll never amount to shucks, I'll bet." "I'm glad he's going," s;ud Percy, thinking he would now be abl e to recover lost ground with Ruth Cameron. "So am I. When you and I go to the city on Washing ton's Birthday, I hope we find him blacking boots on the street .!' "Or selling papers. It's none too good for him." "You bet it isn't." They passed on up the street, while Ben kept on. toward the station Tom and Mr Kibosh were waiting for Im. Ben introduced his friend to the broker, and told him Tom was also going to work inNew York. Then the train came in, they got aboard, and two min utes later were on their way to the metropolis CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH BEN AND HIS FRIEND TOM ARE INTRODUCED TO THE METROPOLIS Nathan Kibosh was a grain broker and was connected with the Produce Exchange on Street His office was on the third floor of a Broad Street sky scraper crop prospects in all the producing countries, visible sup ply, receipts and export demand. Information in regard to these facts are public property, open to all. The leading governments of the world seek to impart ac curate and comprehensive knowledge in relation to their supplies or requirements, while hundreds of specialists arc constantly employed all over the world in collecting data and furnishing the requisite figures for correct judgment. Ben Bailey was to begin at the foot of the ladder and work his way up. "I am about to take my messenger into the counting room," explained Mr. Kibosh. "You will take his place. Your salary will be $10 a week to commence, and I will advance you according to my usual custom with all my employes. Of course, your first duty will be to familiarize yourself with the city, and especially with the section say b elow Cedar and east of Broadway." Neither Ben nor Tom had ever been in.New York before, and the bigness of the city, coupled with rush and roar of traffic going on all around them as soon as they stepped out of the Grand Cehtral depot onto Forty-second Street, fairly staggered them. The broker took the boys with him to his apartments in an exclusive ba.tchelor apartment house near Madison Ave nue, where he discarded his seedy apparel and himself up in a way that effected a wonderful change in his personal appearance. "You look like a different man now, Mr. Kibosh," said B en, r espect fully. The broker laughed good-naturedly, and soon afterward he took the boys to lunch. Mr: Kibosh had picked out several places in the Herald to visit for the purpose of selecting a respectable and rea sonab le-priced boarding house for the two boys. They found a comfortable square room on the east side below Twenty-third Street, and near the 'rhird Avenue Elevated Railway. "Yonder," pointed the grain broker, as they came out on Third A venue, "is the Eighteenth Street station. It will be very handy for you. Take the South Ferry train every morning, or if you happen to get aboard of a City Hall He liad a l arge number of monied customers for whom he did business ; while he sometimes speculated on his own account, as the grain market offered a safe a.nd profitable field for investment, on :;ccount of the security to be found train, change at Chatham Square, which I will point out to you when we reach there, and take the next train fol lowing if you hear the man on duty call out South 'J!'erry, and ride down to Hanover Square, ,as we are about to do now." in real values The buyer of 10,000 bushels o f wheat knows that he can always find a purchaser at a fair price, it being a com modity continuously in demand because of its ab,solute necessity to the human family. Chicago and New York dominate the grain markets of this country. Chicago is the leading speculative grain market of the world, while New York stands first as an export or con2 u mers' market The run to Hanover Square station was made inside of twenty mim;ites. Then Mr. Kibosh first piloted the way to Wall Street, to the office of Parsons & Lathrop, where they left Tom to present hi s letter of introduction to that firm, who were expecting him. The boys on a meeting-place for that afternoon after three o'clock, and then Ben accompanied the big grain broker to his office. Mr. Kibosh introduced Ben to his messenger,, who sat The chief factors which influence market values are crops, in a chair in the reception-room

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A STREAK OF LUCK. 15 "This is your successor, Willard," he said "I want you to initiate him into his duties, so that when you go into the counting -room he will be qualified to take your place.'' "Yes, sir," replied the boy, briskly, with a comprehensive glance at Bailey. "He is unfamiliar with the city, so I wish you would do me the favor to show him the ropes outside, after the Ex change closes, and take him with you, of co-qrse, whenever you go out on an errand." Then the brolrnr disappeared into his private office. "Are you from the country?" asked Willard Brown of the new messenger. "Yes, I come from Rivermouth, up the State,'' answered Bzn, who was somewhat taken with Master Brown, who l ooked to be as bright as a new stee l trap. "Xou'll find things a good deal. different in the city." "I expect to. "Ever worked before?" "Yes, in a general. sto r e." "What's a general. store?" asked with some curiosity. "A store that k eeps everything for sa le, from a needle to a plow." "A country sto re, eh?" "Yes, I guess you can cal l it that," replied Ben. Just then Willard received a signal from the inner office, anc1 he went in to see what Mr. Kibosh wanted. Presently he came out with a l etter in his hand. "Come a long," he said to Ben, "I'm going over to the Exchange to deliver this to one of Mr Kibosh's brokers. The boys took the elevato r down to the street and made their way rapidly to the massive Produce Exchange building,which occupied an entir.e block on Beaver Street west of the corne r of Broad. While Willard was delivering his l etter, Ben got a brief view of the howling mob of brokers inside on the grain and. paper littered. floor, and the sight almost paral.yzed him. His first impression was that a free fight was in progress. Willard lau ghed heartily when he called his attention to it, and on the way back to the office he explained how busi ness was conducted in the Excha?ge. For the next hour the regular messenger was kept pretty well on the jump and Ben found be had to hustle to keep up with him. Then Willard Brown announced that it was three o'clock, and that his duties were over for the day "Come, now," h e said to Ben, "I'll take you over a por tion of the financial district, show you some of our twenty and twenty-five story skyscrapers, introduce you to the Brooklyn Bridge, an.cl so on.'r "All right," replied Ben; "but I've got to meet my chum at the corne r of Broad and Wall, first." "Your chum !" exclaimed Willard, in some surprise. "Yes. He came with me to the city this morning to go to work for a firm of Wall Street stock brokers. I'll in troduce you to him." "Good enough gr inn ed young Brown. "So I'll have two greenies to 'show around, eh?" "I hope we won't r emai n greenies long," smiled Ben. "You don't look like a boy likely to remain a hayseed long." "Thanks, for the compliment." "Oh, you're welcome. There is no charge," grinned Wil l ard. "1'here's my fri e nd, now, waiting for me," said Ben. Tom was standing under the shadow of the J.P. Morgan banlr, reading a copy of an afternoon paper. "Tom, old boy, how have you made out?" cried Ben, slapping his chum on the back. "Fine as s ilk. I expect I'm on the road to a partne! ship." "Tom, this i s Willard Brown, of Mr. Kibo s h' s office. He's going to show u s a few of the ropes." '' Glacl to know you, Willard," saiC! Tom, s haking him by the hand. "Hope to know more of you." "Sa.y, you're all right," grinned Brown. "You hail from Rivermouth, I suppose?" "Sure thing. I've just been reading about this insurance expose, as they call it. Gee! It's fierce, isn't it? I was going to take out a $100,000 policy for fllY wife and kids, but I guess I won't now." "You can't believe you see in the paper s," said Be n "Life in surance has preserved many families from the pos sibility of want.'" "You be, t it has!" chuckled Willard. "That's ;ight !" cried Tom, thumping one fist against the other "It's the greatest hold-up on record.'' No, you're mistaken," snicke r e d Willard. "There was one greater.'' "What was it?" "I saw a J?icture of Atlas holding up the world." -"That's a good one," said Ben and Tom in a breath, and then the boys started off on their tour of observation. Willard l eft them at the City Hall station of the elevated rai lway. /l'hey got off at Eighteenth Street all right and found their boarding place without difficulty. "I vote we go to a show to-night," proposed Tom, after supper. Ben ag r eed, and after making inquiries on the subject, they steered for the Academy 9f Music,, whe re a big meloc drama was holdin g the boards. "Say, Ben, New York i s all to the mu s tard, isn't it?" said Tom, when they walked into the glare of the electric lights on Fourteenth Street off Third A venue. 'They seem to have theatres to burn here," remarked Ben, pointing first to the Dewey, then at Tony Pas tor 's then at the Academy they were about to patronize, and finally at Keith's, a b lock or so away "That's nothing," replied Tom. "A fellow in the office told me there are a dozen theatres all bun c hed in a block on Forty-secon'd Street." Then they marched up to the box-office and bought seats for up stairs."

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16 A STREAK OF LUCK. CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH BEN IS SMITTEN WITH THE SPECULATIVE FEVER. It didn't take Ben long to get his bearings in lower New York, nor the upper p:nt of the city, either, for that matter. In a couple of days Willard Brown resigned his chair to his successor and went to a desk in the counting-room, a position more to his taste. Now that he was fairly started on his new career, Ben it was up to him to make good. Young Brown had been advanced from $7 to $10, a fact he did not hide from any one, but as his family was not a prosperous one, and he had to turn the blilk of his wages into the house, Ben, after a while wondered how he could dress so stylishly, smoke the choicest and most expensive brand of imported cigarettes, and otherwise display the bold financial front he did. "How do you manage to do it?" he asked Willard one day when they were walking up Broad Street to meet Tom Sanders, as was their dai1y custom after business hours. "That's easy," snickered Willard, with a knowing wink. "Is it?" replied Ben "Then perhaps you don't mind telling a fellow." "Sure not. I patronize a bucket-shop.'.' "A bucket-shop!" exclaimed Ben, with such a puzzled expression tha.t Willard laughed outright. "It isn't a place where they make or sell buckets," said Willard, with a snicker, "but a place where you can buy stocks on a margin." "Why, can buy stocks on a margin at Tom's firm, and that isn't a bucket-shop,'' said '.Ben. "You have to have money to patronize Parsons & North rup, and brokers like them. At the place where I go you can buy as low as one share of stock for a $5 bill, and if the stock goes up a point you can cash in, making a dollar profit, less a small commission." "That's gambling, isn't it?" asked Ben. "Well, what's the difference, except in magnitude, between that and old Kibosh's operations when he buys 20,000 or 30,000 oushels of wheat or corn on the chance that it will go up a cent or two in a week or so? They don't call it gambling, they call it down here." "And that's how you make your extra money, is it?" "That's how. If you want to try it I'll take you up there to-morrow, and you can take a flyer. Those places are established for the benefit of limited capitalists like my self." "Do you always win?" asked Ben, feeling a sudden in terest in an establishment which seemed to promise such splendid results. "Most alwa7s," answered Willard, complacently. "To day I bought 5 shares of C. 0. D. at 62. I had to put up $25. The stock closed on the Exchange at 63 1-2. I am, therefore, $1.50 per share to the good, or $7.50 on the deal, I only earned about $1.60 for a whole day's labor in the office. If I was as lucky every day I could clear my $50 per without doing a. 11troke of work." "I should like to go there and see how you do it," said Ben, wondering if there were many more such gold mines in the financial district. Tom, when taken into their confidence on the subject, also expressed a strong desire to inspect the "good thing." So next day at noon the three boys met and went to the bucket-shop managed by the firm of Ketcham & Skinem. Willard closed out his deal before their eyes at a profit of $2 a share, or $10 in &11, and Tom declared it was like finding money. But many other customers present entertained a differ ent opinion as they watched the quotation board and, saw their margins shrink and finally disappear. "I'll tell you what we'll do," said Willard. "G9t any money?" Ben -and Tom each had a spare $5 in their clothes. "We'll form a pool and buy 3 shares of P. D. & Q., which is on the rise I know. It is last quoted at 81. It's a good stock to bank on." Ben looked at Tom and Tom looked at Ben. "Let's do it," said Tom. And do it they did, Willard putting the deal in opera tion. Next day Brown was for selling oui, as the stock had ad.vanced 11-8 point. Ben objected, while Tom was undecided. Finally the deal was allowed to go on for several dn.ys, by which time P. D. & Q. reached 90, when a eettlement was agreed to by J;3en. Each of the boyi; collared a profit of over $8.50. Ben declined to go intoanother pool on M. N. at 52. Tom and Willard went in, and in two days were cleaned out. "There's too much blind luck in that for me," s&id Ben, after he had sympathized with his two friends over their losses. "I'm going to study up stock exchange methods be fore I risk any more of my good cash." So for the next two weeks he devoted much of his spare time to the market reports and to making comparisons of prices as they fluctuated. Finally he got an idea that C. M. seemed to be a buoyant stock, and he risked $10 on it at the bucket-shop. He held on to it for two weeks, at the end of which time he closed out a winner at 12 per share profit, or $24. A few days later he bought six shares of Erie preferred at 51, and sold it two days later at 55, making $24 profit. Having now over $50 at his disposal, independent of his wages, he asked himself if he hadn't better send it home to his mother. He decided he ought to do so. Before he could carry out this good resolution he over heard two men in the corridor of the office building where he worked taking about an immediate rise in Lake Shore, owing to a favorable court decision which was about to be rendered in the company's favor, and the result was he

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,. 4STREAK OF LUCK. took the first chance to buy 10 shares of L. S. at the bucket shop for his $50. The stock was selling at 147 at the time. For several days there was no perceptible advancein the lihares, and Ben began to wonder if he hadn't made a mis take in going into the deal. Then it began to go up. When it had advanced five or six points, Tom told him that his firm was heavily interested in the, stock and that there had been some excitement about closing hour axound the Lake Shore The stock opened 3-8 of a point higher on the following morning, and during the day went up eight points in all. "Gee whiz 11' exclaimed Ben, when he noticed the closing quotation, "I'm $140 ahead of the game. I guess I'll sell out." But Mr. Kibosh kept him so busy for the next two days that he wasn't able to visit the bucket-shop. The stock, however, continued to advance until it had reached 177. At that price Ben cashed in at a round, profit of $300, making his capital $350. That was the last of his dealings with Ketcham & Skinem, for the establishment up the spout owing to heavy general losses over the rise in L. S. "Lucky boy I" cried Tom, when Ben told him the story. "You got out in time." "I'll bet I did. Now I'll send mother that $50." And he did so the next day. He put the $300 in a bank, and it was several weeks be fore he saw what he thought was good chance t make a haul. Then he decided to have nothing more to do with a bucket-shop and sought a regular broker of whom he1bought 100 shares of X. Y. Z. at 30, depositing his $300 on Dlal' gin for same. He made this speculative venture because, on comparing the present price of the stock with former prices he saw that the road was selling qonsiderably below what he figured to be its normal value. His judgment proved to be correct, but his luck was even better. It almost seemed as if X. Y. Z. had been waiting for him to buy when, like a toy balloon released from its string, it began to soar upward. He resolved to say nothing to his chum about this deal until he saw how he cam'e out of it. By this time he was getting familiar with the way stocks were manipulated by the big men of the market. He had given up the idea of dealing in graip. lest Mr. Kibosh might discover what he was up to, and he believed that the broker would not approve of his methods. In spite of the speculative fever which had got into his blood, he was careful to devote his best interests to his employer. Therefore, he gave great satisfaction to his broxer friend who, though he showed the boy n6 favoritism, nevertheless watched his progress with much satisfaction. "That lad will turn out to be a successful man," Mr. Kibosh said to himself. "I wish I could say as much for my .great-nephew. Whatever success comes to Percy Norcross be due to his father's money. I feel sorry for him, for money in thoughtless or inexperienced hands has a tendency to take unto itself wings. Hard as money is to accumu late, it is harder to hold after one ha.s it. It is im possible that Percy may yet 'find himself in the poorhouse, while Ben Bailey, should he happen to lose a fortune, has the grit arid determination to begin again and make an other. That's the kind of boy that gets to the top of the heap." As Na.than Kibosh was about as clear-headed as they come in this world, his opinion of Ben showed that he believed the boy wa.s built of the right stuff. Ten days after Ben purchased X. Y. Z. the stock was in great demand on the :floor of the Stock Exchange. Ev'ery broker now wanted a whack at it, and this made the price boom in great shape. When the stock finally touched 70, whLch was a fancy price for it, Ben told his broker to sell him out, which was immediately done. Two days afterward X. Y. Z. went t-0 pieces, but Ben Bailey had the satisfaction of knowing he had cleaned up $4,000 by the deal, and he felt like a capitalist. CHAPTER X. A OHANOE IN A ILLION. It was near the close of the month of May and Ben been four months in New York when he made his big haul in X. Y. Z. "I wonder what Mr. Kibosh would say if he knew he had a bloated eapitalist for a messenger?" grinned Ben to him self a morning or two later, as he sat in his chair in the reception-room, opening an envelope which bore the familiar handwriting of his mother. Another envelope, addressed in a dainty, feminine hand, and which alo bore the Rivermouth postmark, lay still on his knoo. It wanted a few minutes of nine, alld work hadn't yet begun in the counting-room. Ben had got as far as "My Dear Son," when Willard Brown, in a brand-new summer suit, glided in at the door like a gentle zephyr. "Hello I" he remarked. "Who's your co:rrespondent ?" "My answered Ben, cheerfully. "I mean the other," said Willard, tapping the second letter playfully with his finger. "I can smell Club perfume from here," he grinned. "I s'pose it's from your girl. You've got a girl, haven't you?" "Oh, come, now, Willard, you want to know too much all at once." "Well I'll t'a.Ke the information in instalments. What's the charmer's name?"

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18' A STREAK OF LUCK. "Her name? Oh, her name is Ruth." "Ruth, eh.? That's Biblical . Now, my girl's name is Daisy." "I thought it was Clara," said Ben, in some surprise. "That's another one. I mean my best girl." "You've got more than one, have you?" "Sure thing. Variety is the spice of life. I have one in Harlem, another in the Bronx, a third over in Hoboken, and my only own in Brooklyn, where I live." "You're doing well, Willard," laughed Ben. "I see you've got a new suit." "I should smile. Get on to that boutonniere. Daisy gave me that this morning when I passed her house. Under stand the language of il.owers ?" "No." "Twig that rosebud?" "Sure." "It means 'Thou hast stolen my affections,' see?" "I hope you are not the mysterious Mr. Raffies," laughed Ben. "No; I'm the irresistible Mr. Brown," snickered Willard. "There goes nine o'clo ck. I must be at my desk or old Burnside will be jumping on my collar-bone." Thus speaking, Willard vanished into the counting-room, leaving Ben to finish his letter. "Dear mother, she seems to miss me lots," murmured the boy. "If it wasn't for Miss Plimpton, who boards with her, she says she doesn't know w,hat she would do. Mr. Nor cross has written her a letter in which he intimates that he may have to call in his loan when the principal becomes due on the first of August, and the impo ssibility of meeting the full amount of the mortgage worries her greatly. Well, I'll just take that worry off her hands. I'll put $1,500 asiqe to settle1 that little rh'atter when the time comes. Won't mother be surprised !" Then he took up Ruth's letter. His face beamed with pleasure as he pulled the enclosure from its dainty enve lope. The contents, judging from the expression on his fea tures, were eminently satisfactory He had hardly finished reading it when Nathan Kibm;h came in, and a few minutes after the broker rang for him. "Take this document over to Burnham, Rand '& Burn ham, in the St. Paul building," said the grain operator. "Yes, sir." Ben got his hat and s tarted for Broadway, and 'thence up to the corner of Nassau, where the old Herald building used to stand. Burnham Rand & Burnham was a legal firm on the eighth floor, and the e l evator carried the boy up in no time. "Mr. Rand says you are to wait a few minutes," said the clerk who took the l egal paper into one of the private offices. Ben walked over to an open window and amused himself gazing down into busy Broadway. St. Paul's church with its ancient graveyard .was right across the way, forming a strange contrast to the scene of life and animation going on all about it. "I must take a look at some of those mouldy tomb stones the first chance I get," said Ben, musingly. Just then he heard 11 voice which floated to him from the adjacent winuow of another office on the same floor, which was also open. "You do what I tell you, Unger, and do it quick, do you understand? With the pr' oxies which reached me in this morning's mail, the Gold interests will have enough votes to get complete control of the Kansas Central. Gold, or a man of his choice, will made president, and the road will be brought into the Missouri Pacific system. The stock is now selling way below its real value. The me3t, these proxies are in Mr. Gold's hands, and he has sized up the situation, he'll have a dozen brokers skirmishing around on the quiet for the stock, and he'fi got the money to gather them in with." B en couldn't hear whafthe other man said, but presentiy the first spealrnr remarked: "That's right. You can raise $5,000 on those securities in half an hour." That was all Ben heard, for at that moment he was called into Mr. Rand's office and presented with a letter to take back to his emp lo yer. On his way back his office Ben did a good bit of earnest thinking, and the subject of his thoughts was Kansas Central. "This lo.oks like an Al pointer for fair," he mused, eag er ly. "I guess it will be worth my while trying to get 1,000 shares of that stock If it went to par it would make a rich boy of me. It look s like a chance in a million." he reached his office he looked up the Finwcial Chronicle and saw that a meeting of the stockholders of the Kansas Central would take place in a few days. The article said that John J. Gold was maneuvering to get control of the road, but that the present president and a number of the directors were fighting him tooth and nail, so that the ultimate result was a matter of doubt. For half an hour Ben figured up the matter in his mind: then he was called by Mr. Kibosh to carry a message to the corner of Wall and Pearl streets As he went down the e l evator he decided to take the risk and buy 1,000 shares of Kansas Central, if he could get that amount of the stock. On his. way back he drew out of his bank $3,200, leaving a balance of $800, and took it to the broker with whom he had done his last business, and deposited it as marginal security for the purchase of the stock he had resol ved to speculate in. After the Exchange had closed for the day, and he was a.t liberty, he called upon the broker again to ascertain how much of the stock had been bought for him. got it all," said Mr. Shattuck, "half an hour after

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A STR:EAK OF LUCK. 19 you left your order. You seem to be branching out on the market, young man. I hope you'll come out ahead on this. It will probably mean more business from you. Should your margin be wiped out I may not see you any more, eh?" The broker grinned. "I shouldn't have gone into this if I had any idea I might be wiped out," answered Ben, pleasantly. "Of course you wouldn t. You must have got a straight tip from somebody on the inside to take such a reckless plunge," said the broker, insinuatingly. "'rips aren't so : plentiful that they're floating my way, Mr. Shattuck," replied Ben, noncommitally. "But you must have some reason for buying 1,000 shares of a stock which hasn't been greatly wanted these six months," persisted the gentleman, who had an idea his boy customer must be well informed on the subject of Kan sas Centra.1. "Well, sir, I simply use my brains and common sense if you wish to know. I have also been lucky in the past, for I started in three months ago on a $5 bill, and now I am $4,000 to the good, that is, provided I don't lose the $3,200 I deposited with you to-day." "I guess a pretty boy," said the broker; "at least you look it. Who are you working for?" "Nathan Kibosh." "The grain broker of Broad Street?" "Yes, sir." "Are you his messenger?" "Yes, sir." "Does he know you are speculating on the market?" "No, sir." "Well, your secret, if it is a secret, is safe with me, of course. The affairs of our customers are sacred." "So I presumed, sir. Good day, sir." "Good afternoon." Mr. Shattuck watched him depart, with a thoughtful ex pression. As a matter of fact, he had not bought the shares. He had concluded to bank on his young customer's want of judgment. His sympathies were of the bea. r order. He didn t believe Kansas Central would advance worth speaking about, but rather that it would decline, for the road had had a lot of trouble. But his interview with Ben somewhat changed his views. "It would be a fine thing if that young s ter should hap pen to be working on a pointer. The stock might go up all of a sudden and I would have to scramble for it in order to fill my contract with him. I might lose sev e ral thousand dollars. I gue s s I'll buy it to-morrow morning And luckily for himself, as e vents proved, he did. CHAP'rER XI. IN WIIICH BEN G IVES A N E XIUBTTION OF NERVE. "Help!" The c r y s tru c k o n B e n 's ear s jus t a s h e w a s coming out of an offic e buildin g on Wall Street. He and a dozen pas ser$by, who had stopped and looked around at the cry, saw a husky-loclcing man snatch a big pocketbook from a well-dressed boy, whom he had knocked down in the. middle of the street, and start to make off toward Pearl Street. Ben saw at once that a robbery had been committed, and dashed after the thief. The ruffian saw him coming and realized he could not elude him'by speed alone. He reached into his hip-pocket and snatched out a small bulldog revolver. His purpose was to intimidate the boy. But Ben wasn't taking any bluffs of that kind. Hie leapeq for the crook and lighted on his back. The two went down in the street, and Ben grabbed th e hand which held the weapon. "Blast you!" cried the robber. "What do you mean by buttin' in?" "Just to put a spoke in your little game, that's all," replied Ben, grimly. He wrenc,h.ed the revolver away azi.d slipped it into hi::i pooket. As a crowd to gather about them an officer appeared on the scene. Just then the boy who had been assaulted and robbed forced hi s way forward. He was rubbing eyes, which were smarting and in flamed from particles of cinnamon, a handful of which had been thrown into his face by the crook. Fortunately, the man's aim had been poor, and only a very small part of the red dust had taken effect. "Have you got him?" he cried, in eager tones. "Sure I've got him. Why, hello, Tom, is that you?" "Ben!" "So you were the victim, eh?" "Unfortunately, yes. But it's right if you've got the pocketbook there." "He's got it in his hand under him. Say, officer," he added, as the policeman made a lane for himself. "Take charge of this man, will you? He robbed a friend of mine here, but I downed him before he got very far." A dozen bystanders verified Ben's statement, and Tom's brief story clinched the :i;natter. The bold thief was handcuffed and marched off to Okl Slip station, and Tom and Ben went along at the head of the crowd, which, of courl3e, attracted a good bit of attention on the line of march. 1 The boys were glad when the man was locked up and they were permitted to go their way. The police, of cour se, took charge of the pocketbook. "The.re is $28,000 in money and checks in that wall el," said Tom to his chum. "I must get back to the office as soon as I can so as to let the boss know what has become of it." "It was lucky I came on the scene when. I did, other wise the rascal might have got away with hi s plunder. Not another person made a move to head him off." "It's funny," replied Tom, "but some of the most daring

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20 A STREAK OF LUCK. thefts on the streets owe their success to the fact that peo-face ''vith Percy Norcross and Oscar Opdyke, who were on ple hesitate to interfere : Not long ago a rp.an wa.s held up a holiday visit to New York. on Twenty-third Street, beaten and robbed within sight of They were evidently astonished to Ben dressed so a hundred people and within reach of a dozen or more, and nicely and with such an alert, business-like air about him. the thief allowed to get away scot free. You wouldn't fancy Even Percy hauled in his horns a bit, for he was curious it could be done, would you?" to hear how the former store boy of Rivermouth was get"Well, hardly. How do your eyes feel?" ting on in the metropolis. "None too good. I'm glad to say I escaped most of the "What you doing?" inquired Oscar, with 'none of his stuff." old insolence. "I'm glad to hear it. Well, so long, I'll see you this after" "Working in Broad Street," Ben, pleasantly. noon after three," and the chums parted in front of Parsoni:; "Who for?" chipped in Percy. "A b" b k & Northrup's. . ig gram ro er. Ben, on reaching his office, explained to Mr. Kibosh the "What do you do?" asked Oscar, with interest. cause of his delay. "I'm the messenger." "That was a Mrvy tl.iing for you to do,' Ben," said "Oh, you run errands," said Percy, with one of his oldN athan, regarding him admiringly. "I dare say your nai;ne time sneers. will be in all the morning papers.'' "That is no disgrace, is it?" asked Ben, sarcastically. "I can't help that, sir. I don't think I did more than "Seeins to me, Percy Norcross, you'd rather insult an old my duty." acquaintance than to treat him decent. If you can't treat Well, you did that nobly." me half way politely, why, we part right now." "Hold on!" cried Oscar, detaining Ben, as he was about "I didn't know at :first that it was my chum; Tom, who had been assaulted. Seeing that it was, I am naturally glad to proceed on his way. '.'Percy don't mea.n anything. Where are you bound now?" I was on hand to save him from having to report such a big loss to his employers." "I'm going up to the National Trust Co., in the next block." "He ought to be grateful to you." "Oh, that's nothing! I'd expect him to do the same by "Well, we're stopping at the Grand Union Hotel. Come d ta and see us after dinner, will you? We want somebody to me un er like circums nces." When Ben came out of the private office he ran into the steer s around the city. You've been here long enough to broker's office next door and took a look at the indica.to'r. know all the ropes. It won't cost you a nickel." H f d b f t ... t d" 1 f "I'm afraid I'm not well enough acquainted with society e oun a num er o r.,,nsac ions recor mg sa es o . . K n 0 t 1 and f d th t th h d t"ff d to th.ke the respons1b1hty, for that is evidently what you re a sas en ra oun a e price a s i ene . to 34. after," replied Een, who didn't care to go around with them. "I guess I mad,e no mistake buying on that tip, fo; I "You ain't afraid, are you?" put in Percy, with a covert see I am $2,000 ahead in twenty-four hours. It would take sneer. me quite a while to make that amount at $10 per week. I "You'll have to excuse me, as I am in a hurry," replied tell you, New York is the town to make the money if you Ben. "Good-by." know how to pull the strings." The two boys looked after him in a dissatisfied way. Thoroughly satisfied with himself, Ben walked back to "He's got mighty uppish since he came to New York," his post in the reception-room and began to build a few snorted Percy. air-castles around the anticipated profits of K. 0. "Seems so. All the same he looks uncommonly prosperThese dreams were rudely intruded upon by his employ ous," said Oscar. er's bell. "Take this letter to the National Trust Co. on Broadway," said Mr. Kibosh. "All right ; sir," replied Ben, briskly. He got bis hat and hurried away on his errand. glad to-morow is Decoration Day/' he said to him self. "I like a holiday once in a while. Tom and I'll take in the afternoon game at the Polo Grounds. We'll have to go early, as there is sure to be a :fierce mob there:. As he spoke he accidentally butted into a couple of welldressed youths, who were stro lling through the crowd. "Hello!" exclaimed one of them, catching sight of Ben's face. "If it Ben Bailey." Ben stopped and looked at the speake r, for his voice sounded familiar. One glance was enough to show him that he was face to Then they walked on. CHAPTER XII. I FRIENDS FROM RIVERMOUTH. On their way home that afternoon Ben told Tom how h e nad unexpectedly run across Percy and Oscar on Broadway, and the conversation which had passed between them. "So they want to paint the town red in their little way," grinned Tom. "Looks that way," laughed Ben "A fine pair of high-rollers they are, I don't think. They

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A STREAK OF LUCK. 211 expect to have a wonderful story to tell of their adventures J "It's ten shares of K. C. for me to-morrow, all right," in this city when they get back to Rivermouth." "They may not amount to much, but, all the same, they're too swift for me," said Ben. "Same here. By the way, been, monkeying with the mar ket lately, Ben? I haven't heard you mention stocks for some time." "Well, I made a little haul in X. Y. Z.," responded Ben, who had not confided his late success to his chum, lest Sanders should send the intelligence on to Rivermouth, as he was very likely to do, in which event it was bound to reach his mother's ears. Ben didn't want her to know till he was ready to prise her himself. "How much did you win?" "I didn't wiri enough to want to throw up my job," re plied Ben, evasively. "I s'pose not. I wish I could catch on to a tip, but tips don't seem to be very plentiful, though I do work in a stock broker's office where they are supposed to roost about." "I can give you one." "Can you?" in some surprise. "Well, let's hear what it's like." "If you've got a few dollars to spare, buy Kansas Cen-tral." "Why Kansas Central?" "Because it is going up." "How do you know it's going up?" "Well, just watch your ticker, and you'll know as much as I do about it. It's been selling around 30 all this w'ln ter and spring. To-day it closed at 34 .7-8." "Why don't you buy some yourself?" "I have." "Is that a fact?" "Honor bright.', "How many shares did you purchase?" "Oh, 1,000 more or less," replied Ben, with assumed ca. relessness. / "I guess it was rather less than more," snickered Tom. "Well, I'll think about it." "Thinking about it won't do you any good. You must buy right away if you want to make anything out of it." "I know where there's a new bucket-shop. I guess I'll go .long on 10 shares.'' "Better go to a regular broker, Tom. Bucket-shops are risky places to invest your good money." "That's no lie whii1l:you come fu thi of it." The boys bought evening papers and began to glance over them. said Tom, with a positive shake of his head. "What are we thinking about? To-morrow is Decora tion Day. T4e Exchange won't be open." "That's right. Well, Thursday morning, then." "Now you're talking." After supper they took a stroll along upper Broadway. As they were passing the Hotel Vendome, a lady and two girls came out of the ladies' entrance. Tom seized Ben by the arm. "Look!" he cried. "Isn't that Mrs. Cameron, with Ruth and Aggie Ware?" Ben glanced eagerly in the direction his chum indicated "By George I it is, for a fact!" "Won't they be surprised to see us ?'r grinned Tom. "Hurry now; or they'll get away from us." The boys rushed after the three Riverport ladies. "Why, Ben Bailey and Tom Sanders !'r cried Aggie, with a scream and a giggle. Mrs. Cameron and her daughter turned 11.l'ound with some surprise. pleased to meet you, Mrs. Cameron; also. you, Miss Ruth, !lJld tpo, Aggie," said Ben, lifting his hat. "Same grinned Tom, flourishing his <)erby. Ruth and her mother smiled and gave their hands to the boys in turn, a performance imitated by Miss Ware with an J exaggerated courtesy. my word," said Aggie, exuberantly, "you boys look real swell." "Sure, why not?" chuckled Tom. "How is it we find ypu in New York?" "We came down to see the Decoration Day parade," said Mrs. Cameron. "We called on your mother yesterday afternoon, Mr. Bailey," said Ruth, smilingly. "She is getting along nicely, though, of cqurse, she misses you." "I'll have a vacati<;>n in a couple of months and then I'll have the happiness of seeing her. I didn't expect to meet you before then either, so this is an unexpected pleasurll." "Thank you," blushed Ruth; "I may say the ple!l.sure is mutual." "Where are you ladies aiming for?" "We are out for a little walk," chirped Aggie. "Don't you want to come along?" "We should be glad to accompany you," replied Ben. "Then you'll have to behave real good." "That's one of our great failings," snickered Tom. They started acros s Forty-second Street in the direction of the theatres; Ruth and Ben falling a bit to the rear. In this way they proceeded for perhaps a block, wlien "Say," said Tom, suddenly, "here's an article about Kan-who should they run against but Percy and Oscar, smoking sas Central now. Gold is reported to have got control of cigarettes and swinging dapper little canes like a pair of the road. A new board of directors has been elected and real bloods. the old president has been turned down. I guess you're "Mrs. Cameron! Miss Ruth!" exclaimed Percy, doffing right about the stock. It ought to go up on the strength his Fedora in what he considered the most approved fash of that." ion. "Who would have expected to see you in New York! "You'll find it will above 35 in the morning," said So glad, don't you know!" Ben, with quiet exultation, 1 bowed, but didn't have anything to say.

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22 A STREAK OF LUCK. "What a conceited little monkey Percy Norcross is!" w hispered Aggie to Tom, with a grimace Percy tried to monopolize Ruth, but that young lady wouldn't have it. "Let's go in to Daly's?" suggested Percy, after they had talked a few minutes "They have an orchestra there," explained Oscar. "We've just been in. Mrs Cameron and the girls looked a bit doubtful, and glanced at Ben and Tom. "It is quite a respectable place," said Ben. "Tom and I have. been there If you would like to go in it is worth whi l e "Very well,''agreed Ruth's mother. "We might as well see what's to pe see!\ as l ong as it's a proper place for us to go." "It's quite the thing, don't you know," chipped in Percy "The music is simply divine,2 Master Norcross tried to say this with the air of a con noisseur, and the effect seemed so irresistibly funny to Ag gie that she had to stuff her handkerchief into her mouth t o keep from laughing outright. Daly's was below the New Amsterdam Theatre, and thither ths party went. The place was well filled with ladies and gentlemen seated about polished imitation rosewood tables. A smooth-faced waiter in "an Eton jacket p'iloted them to a table in the rear of the room and then waited for them to say what they would eat. Percy gave the order after each had mentioned what they wou l d l ike. Percy handed the waiter a $10 bill with a flourish, as if such things were as common with him as nickels, and tipped the man off to the extent of a dime. They remained about twenty minutes in Daly's, and listened to two very fine orchestral selections. Percy suggested another place some blocks away. The ladies declined going there on the plea that it was time they returned to their hotel, so the boys escorted them back to the Vendome and bade them good night. The four boys then down Broadway to the junc tion of Thirty-third Street. "I guess we'll take a car down," said Ben to Tom. "Oh, come off; you aren't going to quit as early as this, are you?" objected Oscar "We're going down Sixth Ave nue, and after a while we mean to drop into The Lame Duck for a bite to eat. Come on Percy will blow the crowd.'1 "Much obliged," replied Tom; "but. Ben and I have a l ittle business to transact before we turn in, so you'll have to l et u s off. u The "little business" was a mere fiction on Tom's part, as Ben had given him the wink-a sign which meant that they had better cut Percy and Oscar out Of course there was a stiff kick from Norcross and Op dyke, but it didn't carry any wei' ght, and the two pair aratd when the next Broadway cal' came along. CHAPTER XIII. BEN SAVES NATHAN KIBOSH FROM A BROKEN HEAQ. Kansas Central opened at 36 on the Exchange Thursday morning, and things became quite lively around the QOrner where that stock was dealt in. The entire market was bullish in ch:\tacter, a good many outsiders with fat wads made their appearance in the Street, and the consequence was that the stock bro)rnrage business loomed up in great shape There seemed to be something doing also on the Produce Exchange. Nathan Kiqosh's mail was loaded with selling orders, and he kept Ben constantly on the jump That and the ensuing week were live l y ones f?r the clerks in Wall and adjacent streets, and the electric lights lit up a hundred offices after dark. Neither Ben nor Tom, however, were effected by this extra work. But the former found plenty to interest him in the up ward flight of Kansas Central, which had already gone to 60. Ben's profits on paper to date were $28,000, and, a& a matter of course, the boy was jtibilant Tom had bought 10 shares of K. 0. at 36, and 10 more at 40. I His profits so far amounted to $440, and he felt as chipper as a lark. He h _ad no idea that Ben had anything like 1,000 shares of 0K. C. At the most he figured he had less than 100. He made several attempts to find out exactly how much bis chum had bought, but Ben wasn't telling. However, he sent word to Hivermouth that he. and Ben wasn't doing a thil\g to the New York stock market, and advised his village acquaintances not to be surprised if they came to town in a 50 horse-power automobile. "I tell you what, Ben," he said, one day while they were eating at a quick-lunch counter in Broad Street, "we'll be in shape, financially, to do the grand when we visit Rivermouth this summer Percy Norcross won't be in it a little bit with you and I. u "I hope you won't make a fool of yourself because you happen to be flush," replied Ben, handing his chum a friendly bit of advice "Don't you know it looks. vulgar to make a display of one's money? Besides, it's foolish. Money easily made is apt to be easily spent. I advise you to hold on to your cash. You'll need it some day." "That's all right," protested Tom;. "but a fellow, when he's got the chance, feel11 like taking down chaps. like Percy and Oscar, and Luke Tapley. They lorded it ovel" us many a time, and I want them to understand I'm just as good as they are, and several points better.u "What's the use of noticing them at all ? Our improved appearance and prospects should be st1fficient to speak for themselves.'"

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A STREAK OF LUCK. 23. They had some further argument on the subject, but in the end Ben his chum around to his way of think ing. When Ben got back to the Mr. Burnside called him into the counting-room Burnside was the head and confidential assistant of Mr. Kibosh He rep1'sented the boss when that personage was away from the office. "Take this letter over to Mr at the Exchange/' said Mr. Burnside "Ail right, sir," and Ben hastened off on his errand There had been a big drop in July wheat that morning, and the floor of.the Produce Exchange had been the scene uf tt fierce battle, which was by no means over when Ben reached the scene. ,He looked around for the familiar :figure of Mr. Ki bosh, but couldn't make him out. The note he understood was important and its delivery imperative. "Who are you looking for?" asked a telegraph boy. "My boss,'' said Ben. "vYho's your boss?" "Nathan Kibosh "I guess the boot is on the othe r 1 g." teplied the young messenger. "Perhaps he isn't doing a thing to some o f them." "That's right, too." Ben had no further business at the Exchange, but he hung around a few minutes, boy like, to see the fun. Just as Mr. Kibosh broke away from the crowd again, a big broker rushed up and shook his fist in his face. The man's face was :flushed with anger and to Ben's eyes he looked dangerous The two men were having words about l!Omethin g N atban Kibosh's manner was cool and deprecating; the other was too worked up to listen to reason he was clear.ly mad clean through. Mr. Kibosh kept moving toward the end of the big room and the other broker kept pace w ith him, all the time ges ticulating violently obody paid any particular attention to them except Ben. "That fellow acts ns if he wanted to do Mr. Kibosh up,'' muttered Ben "He ought to be ashamed of himself --a great, big man like him. He'd make two -0f my boss. I wish one o:f those D. T messenger boys would accidentaUy but t him in the bread basket." "He's over in that mob there." Nothing of the kind occurred, however. "Sure?" The D. T. boys were accustomed to flying in and out ".T ust seen him. They say he's made a million this mornamong the hustling brokers and at the same time avoiding ing on the slump." collisions. At that instant the mob in question parted and Ben saw Suddenly the enraged broker grabbed Nathan Kibos h Mr. Kibosh, with his necktie up under his left ear, and one with both hands and stopped his progress b) main force. end of his collar out of place, making his way toward him. Then he began to burn up the air around hi.m wit h the His S-Oft hat was cocked on the back of his head, and he heat of his language, all directed at the old man. looked warm and fatigued Mr. Kibosh listened to him a moment, then tore h imself "Looks as if he has had a strenuous time of it,:' grinned free and started for the door. Ben. The broker glared after hi.m like a maniac The boy rushed out on the floor and met him half way. Then he rushed forward, seized a light chair standi n g "Mr. Burnside sent this to you, sir," he said, holding close to the railing; and brought it down upon-no, no t out the letter upon Mr. Kibosh'S' head, though that ha,d been his pur Mr. Kibosh tore the end off, glanced over the enclosure, 1 pose, but upon Ben, who, seeing' his employer's peril, had and then turned about and walked quickly back to the dashed forward to save him. scene of his late exertions Ben's outstretched hands partially broke the force of the Whatever he said Ben could not hear, but he was sur-blow, but the was s11fficient to send both him and M1. rounded in a moment by a pack of brokers, who ylled ancl Kibosh to the floor together shook their 'hands at him in a menacing way. It was a fnoment of intense excitement for a ll who hap Some -even laid hold of him bodily and yanked the old pened to observe the attack. . Of course, Ben knew that his boss's life wasn't being threatened. It was simply the way the brokers did business when they got
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A STREAK OF LUCK. The broker recovered himself and tackled the lad viciously. Over and over they rolled upon the floor of the Ex change, and a crowd of spectators and other brokers rushed up to separate them. While the struggle was in progress an eye-witness. helped Nathan Kibosh 'to his feet, and explained the attack made upon him, and how he had escaped by the boy's interven tion. Until Ben md the belligerent broker were pulled apart and rose to their feet with all the evidence of a lusty scrap upon them, Mr. Kibosh was unaware that it was Ben, his own who .had saved him from perhaps a fatal knockout. As none of the principals in the affair had been seriously injured, the trouble was patched up after a fashion by mem bers of the Exchange. The aombatants were brushed off, and then Mr. Kl bosh took Ben into a neighboring drug store to have his head fixed up. "I shan't forget your interference in my behalf," said the grain broker, with some feeling, to l his messenger. "Brown might have brained me if it hadn't been for your presence of mind a.nd activity. As it is it's a wonder we got off so well. That man is an athlete. Qrdinarily he's a good enough fellow, but he's a nasty customer when he's out of sorts." "I shouldn't care to tackle him every day," smiled Ben, as they walke!l up Broad Street toward the .office. "I'm afraid there wouldn't be much let of you if he got a good whack at you." "I'm not anxious to test him again," admitted Ben. '.'It was cowardly in him to take that chair to an old gentleman like you. In fact a man of his strength has no right to resort to anything outside of his :fists." "You're a good, nerv] boy, Ben. It was a fortunate .day for me I made your acquaintance. The trouble Brown was he's long on a falling market, and he lays the blame of the break in July futures to me. He's lost a good deal of money, so I suppose I ought to excuse his exhibi tion of temper. At any -rate he ought to thank you for saving him from the commission of a serious crime." "Oh, he's welcome. I'm satisfied so long as I pulled you out of the trouble with a whole skin." That was the end of the affair, which fortunately did not get into the newspapers. When Ben got his salary envelope on the ensuing Satur day he found his pay had been raised to $18. When he thanked Mr. Kibosh for the raise, the broker told him he was -well worth the additional money. On.the following Monday Nathan Kibosh further testified his gratitude for the boy's brave act by presenting him with a fine gold watch and chain, the former appropriately engraved. seem to be coming my way with a rush," mur mured Ben, after he left the private office with his present in his vest pocket. "Kansas Central is now up to '16, which makes me $44,000 ahead. I wonder if I dare hold on for an ,I even $50,000? Why not? This stock won't go down again in a hurry, now that the Gold people are going to run it." Ben met Tom as usual that afternoon. Willard Brown nowadays worked an hour or more later I than the two boys, so they didn't enjoy as much of his compll.ny as they formerly did. "I sold out my K. C. to-day," were the first words Ben liad from his chum, "and I cleaned up $'150 above all ex penses. That was a dandy tip you gave me, and I'm going to make it up to you some day." _you worry about that, Tom." "How about your little block of K. C.? When are you going to realize?" "I don't know. Probably not before it reaches 82 or 83," "I wouldn't take any such chance as that. It might tumble at any minute." -"I don't believe it will." "If I were you, I'd cash in;' said T010 earnestly. "I'll think about it." "Hello Where did you get the watch cb.ft.iD:? Have you been investing in a turnip?" "No; the boss made me a present of thls," and he pulled out the :fine gold chronometer. "Phew! That's a peach I Must have cost $150. How he to get such a liberal turn on?" 1 "I did him a sII).all favor." Upon which Ben narrated the scrap with Broker Brown at the Produce Exchange. "Well, you earned that watch all right. It's lucky you didn't get a broken head yourself." "I got a gentle reminder of one, which is enough for me," and Ben showed Tom the strip of sticking plaster which decorated his head just above his left ear. your mother heard about you being such a mix-up she'd have a fit." ur guess she would. But she isn't likely to hear. It will be all healed up by the time I get my vacation." Ben watched Kansas Central with a careful eye for the rest of the week, and he :finally concluded to dispose of his stock. He gave the order to his broker to that effect on the suc ceeding Monday, and on the following morning he was made happy by a che. ck for $49,200, which, of course, in cluded the $3,200 margin he had put up as security. This amount, plus the $800 still to his credit in the bank, gave him a round $50,000 capital. That was a pretty good showing for a country boy not six months yet in New York. Even Tom Sanders himself, whose pass-book at the Sea man's Bank a balance of about $800, had reason to congratulate himself on his luck. The month of July passed away and the first of August was at hand. Business had grown slack in Wall Street and its neighbor hood, and both Ben and Tom had a good bit time at their disposal. Saturdays after twelve they were. at liberty, and having joined a basGball team, they put-in that afternoon at a field

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A STREAK OF LUCK. 25 on the outskirts of Manhattan borough with the rest or the nine. They had become quite expert at the game, and found much pleasure as well as benefit from the healthful exercise. One day during the first week in August Nathan Kibosh called Ben into his private office. "I suppose you've been looking forward to a short vacation when you could go back to Rivermouth and visit your mother?" Mrs. Bailey expected her son, and was waiting at the window on the lookout for him. She ran to the door as he came up the gravel walk, and a minute later she had him in her arms. "Dear, dear, I hardly knew you, Ben," she cried, survey ing him from head to foot with a mother's fond delight. "You have improved wonderfully." "I'm glad to hear you say mother. You're looking well-quite the handsomest little mother in all River"Yes, sir." mouth." "Well, you can take the next two weeks." "Go along, you foolish boy," she cried, taking him by the "Thank you, sir." arm proudly and marching him into the house. "On Saturday tpe cashier will pay you three weeks' sal"It feels good to get back, even for a couple of weeks, to ary. I shall expect you to report at the office on the 22d." the old rooftree." "I am very much obliged to you, !lir. I hope you have "I'm delighted to hear you say that New York hasn't found my work satisfactory since I came here." weaned you away entirely from home and mother." "Quite so. I have no fault whatever to find with you. As "Nothing will ever do that. Well, what's new?" soon as an opportunity presents itself I shall promote you At these words a shadow fell across Mrs . Bailey's face. to the counting-room, as your talillts are far above the re' Ben noticed the change at once and he took alarm. quirements of a messenger." "Nothing wrong, I hope," he said in a tone of concern. Of course Tom expected to return to Rivermouth at the "You have got to know it some time, so I may as well tell same time Ben did, so when Ben told him he was going you now," she said, sorrowfully. "Squire Norcross has rehome on the following Saturday afternoon, Tom lost no fused to renew the mortgage, which expires on Monday, and time in striking liis employers or his va.cation. I really don't know what I :m going to do." He got it all right, and the next Saturday afternoon saw "Oh, is that all?" replied the boy, with great relief. them both on board a New York Central train en route for that all? Why, Ben, isn't that enough?" she cried, very much surprised at the cool way he received the unple' asant intelligence. Rivermouth. CH.APTER XV. IN WHIOH BEN CHECKMATES SQUIRE NORCROSS. It was six o'clock when the train stopped at the station at Rivermouth, and Ben and Tom alighted on the platform with their grips and gazed around them at the old familiar landmarks. "Things haven't changed even a little bit," grinned Tom. "New York is all right, but gee I there's no place like home after all." "You're right, Tom. Come on. I'm in a hui:ry to see mother again." "I wonder if my folks will have a fatted calf prepared for the returned wanderer," chuckled Tom, as he hastily followed his chum over into Main Street. "Puts me in mind of old times," Ben, a8 he saw a boy loading up the wagon with groceries in front of Huckle berry's store. It was the same old horse and wagon. "Huckleberry would hardly know you now in your new up-to-date summer suit," replied Tom, with a laugh. "I'll give him the chance to test the matter on Monday," replied Ben, who had a friendly feeling for the storekeeper, as the man had used him well while be was in his employ. The boys parted in front of the Bailey cottage. "Come around and see me to-morrow after dinner," said Tom as he continued on his way home. "Don't let that worry you, mother. The mortgage shall be paid off when the Squire asks for his money," said Ben with a confidence which made Mrs. Bailey open her eyes very wide indeed. ''Why, who will loan us the money-$2,500 ?" "It will not be necessary for us to look for a loan." "I'm sure I don't understand you, my son." ''Well, you understand this, mother, don't you?" Ben took out his pocketbook, produced five $500 notes, and threw them into his m other's lap. "There, money talks, and I guess everybody understands its language. You now have the amount necessary to wipe the indebtedness off this cottage. Why W()rry any m()re ?" "Why, where did you get all this money?'' exclaimed Mrs. Bailey in amazement. "Did you borrow it from Kibosh?" "No, mother. I made that money by the gentle exercise of my gray matter," and Ben tapped his forehead. "It is yours now to use to the best advantage." "But I don't see how you could make so much money in six months, on a salary of but $10 a week." "I know you don't, mother. After supper I will explain it all to your satisfaction. Just now I'm hungry as a hunter, or a pair of them. If you'll dish up supper right away, for I know you have it a1l ready and waiting for me, I shall look upon you as my best friend.?' Supper over, Ben then told his mother all about his ex periences in New York. He explained how he had been early smitten with the speculative fever-how his first venture at the bucket-shop had netted him a profit of

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26 A STREAK OF LUCK. his next two, $24 each, while his last transaction with & Skinem had brought him $300. Then he went on to tell her how he had invested the $300 in X. Y. Z. stock, from which he realized $-,000. "Why, Ben, you don't really to say you have made as milch as $4,000 ?" his mother ejaculated in astonish m e nt. "Four thousand, mother? Pooh! That's a mere baga telle. Listen." He proceeded to relate how he obtained a valuable pointer on Kansas Central-how on the strength of it he invested $3,200 of his $4,000; how the stock had gone up,' up, from 32 to 78, at which figure he had sold it. "You will never guess how much I won on that deal, mother," he said with sparkling eyes. "No,'' she replied, shaking her head with a comical Jook of resignation. "You've got quite beyond me, Ben. I couldn't guess if I took till to-morrow morning. It all seems like a fairy tale to me." "' "This is no fairy tale. I'm giving you nothing but the solid facts, and my bank-book will back me up." "How much did you make?" she asked, smilingly. "Can you stand the shock, mother?" he answered with a broad grin. "Why, what do you mean?" "Can you__stand a sudden jar of prosperity?" "I think I can, my son." "Well, mother, I made-look out, it's coming--$48,000." "Ben, you didn't!" she almost sc1eamed with bulging eyes. "Didn't I? Well, thexe's the documei:t that proves I'm worth $47,000 to-day in a New York bank,'' said Ben, toss ing his bank-book into her lap, "for in addition to the $2,500 I brought to satisfy the mortgage on this cottage, here is another $500 bill for you to doposit in the Rivermouth bank to draw upon as you may happen to .need it." Ben held out the bill to her, and she took it me,ehanically. "It seems like a pipe dream, doesn't it, mother?" he con tinued, tickled to death over the perplexed look which sat upon her face. "What is a pipe dream, my son?" "A pipe dream, mother, is one of those curious visions which comes to the opium or hasheesh smoker-as unsub stantial as the air, yet, while it lasts, as apparently real as that note in your hand. That's the best explanation I can give you, seeing that I've never had a practical demonstrafon of the thing." Mrs. Bailey had the evidence before her eyes in Ben's bank-book that her son was really and truly worth the amount of money which he claimed to be. Besides, she knew her boy was above such a thing as deceiving her. To her knowledge, he had never told a lie in his life. Therefore, wonder of wonders, it ;must be all true. Ben was really a rich boy, and all in six months, too. She couldn't realize it; she could only accept the fact as it c3.me to her, and be thankful and happy she was blessed with such a bright and unusually smart boy. It was late beforewother and son retired that night. But that didn't matter, they were very happy to be to gether once more. Of course Ben and Tom went to church next morningBen with his mother, Tom with the family-and their swell appearance created quite a flutter of excitement among the young ladies especially of the congregation. Ben's attentions to Ruth Cameron, and Tom's marked notice of Aggie Ware, caused those two young ladies to be much envied by their female friends. Percy Norcross and Oscar Opdyke held themselves aloof from the two boys, for they hadn't forgiven Ben and Tom for giving them the shake on the eve of Dl!Coration Day. Mrs. Bailey and her son accepted an invitation to dine that day with the Camerons, and passed a very pleasant afternoon and evening at the bank cashier's home. Next morning Ben remained at home purposely to meet Squire Norcross, who was expected to call in reference to the mortgage. The Squire evidently expected to have to foreclose, as Mrs. Bailey had told him she did not see how it was possible :for her to raise such a sum as $2,500, and he had a friend in the background ready to bid in the cottage for him at a bargain. Ben was indignant to think such a well-to-do man as Squire Norcross would treat his mother with so little con sideration, when the cottage was well worth the ace of the mortgage, not to speak of the $1,000 Mr. Bailey, during his lifetime,. had paid down upon it, and jts possible increase in value during the six years they had occupied it. "I'll give him the surprise of his life before I'm done with him,'' muttered the boy, as he sat near the window and watched for the appearance of the nabob of Rivermouth. At ten o'clock Squire Norcross was observed approaching the cottage. His step was firm and elastic, as if he rejoiced .in the er rand he was upon. He marched up the walk with the air of a conqueror, and rang the bell with an unction which might be likened to a summons to surrender. The door was opened by Mrs. Bailey, who politely asked the Squire to enter. He did so, won_ dering at her apparent composure, con sidering the nature of his errand. "She can't have raised the money," thought he, with a slight misgi'Ving, for he had set his mind on getting posses sion of the property. "No, I am sure the was too short." Seeing Ben in the parlor, the nabob nodded supercilious ly at him. "Home on your vacation, I suppose," he remarked with out any cordiality in his tones. "Yes, sir," replied the boy. "I have a couple of weeks to devote to my mother. I shan't be home again before Thanksgiving, when I expect to eat my Thank sgiving dinner here." The Squire -smiled unpleasantly. 1 /Jjf .-L.

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A STREAK OF LUCK. He rather guessed Ben wouldn't eat that meal in this cottage at any rate. Mrs. Bailey spoke upon indifferent topics, being de termined to force the great man of Rivermouth himself to broach the business tha.t ha.d brought him to the cottage. Finally, clearing hjs throat, he said: "Well, madame, are you prepared to cancel the mort gage which I hold upon this property?" "Won't you renew the mortgage for, say, a year more?'' she asked quietly. "That is impossible," he said aloud. "I have already told you that I require the money. I have a note to pay, and-" "Can yo'u give me a week or two to raise the money?" "No, I must have the money at once." "And if I cannot pay?" "I must foreclose." "Will that give you the money .any sooner?" said Ben, proceeding to take u hand in the matter. "You know certain legal requirements must be gone through before you can even advertise this property for sale. It will take some little time before you can hope to get possession. You, who are a lawyer, must be aware of that." "This is only a subterfuge," cried the Squire angrily. "My mind is made up to foreclose, and foreclose I will." "Don't be too sure of that," replied B,en, with a triumph ant gleam in his eye. ''Why, who's to prevent me, I should like to know?" snapped the nabob, now quite warm under the "I am/' replied Ben, coolly. "You!" Squire. Norcross laughed scornfully. "Have you got $2,500 to pay over to me this morning?" he added sneeringly. "I have." "Eh! What's that?" "Have you the mortgage with you?" asked the boy in a business-like way. "Of course I have." "Na.me the amount due on it, please." "With six months' interest, $2,562.50." "That's right, according to my figures," admitted Ben. "Now, mother, will you bring pen; ink and some paper?" The Squire was not a little astonished, as well as uneasy, to see Mrs. Bailey produce the articles in question. "Now, Squire Norcross, if you will write out a receipt for the money due you I shall take great pleasure in satisfying your claim," said Ben with great satisfaction. "What!" cried the Squire, in dismay, "can you pay it?" "I can." ''Where did you get the money?" "That has no bearing on' the subject, Squire Norcross. If the same question were to be propounded to you you would consider it impertinent." "There is a good deal of difference between you and me, young man," blustered the nabob haughtily. "I don't admit the difference so far as your question is concerned." "Madame," cried Squire Norcross angrily, turning to Mrs. Bailey, "why didn't you tell me iri the first place that you had the money?" He was bitterly disaiJpointed, and his temper suffered in proportion. "I wished to find out whether your course was dictated by necessity or a desire to annoy ahd injure us. I can have no further doubt a.bout it." There was no help for it. Squire Norcross was compelled to refoase his hold on the cottage, and pocket his money. He had never been so sorry before to teceive money. The business concluded, he bade the widow and her a sulky good day, and beat a hasty retreat from the scene of his discomfiture. CHAPTER XVI. "AJ,L'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL." Ben and Tom had a glorious two weeks' fun in River mouth without any assistance from Percy Norcross, Oscar or Luke Tapley. With Ruth and.Aggie for company they sailed the blue waters of the river which partly encircled the village, and went carriage for miles around. The four young people understood one another pretty well by the time the fortnight had vani shed into the misty past, and certain promises were made which the boy chums did not immediately mention to each other, though we be lieve the two girls had their confidences, but of that fact we 1 are not sure. At any rate Ben and Tom left late on Sunday night, Au gust 21st, in order to be able to appear next morning bright and early at their respective offices in the financial district of New York. On the way down in the train Ben showed Tom his bank balance, and that lad nearly had a fit when he realized that his friend bad actually made $50,000 by fortunate specula tion on the stock market. "Say, what have I ever done to you, Ben, that you should keep that secret all to yourself?" cried Tom with pretended indignation. "Nothing, old chap; only I ha.d my reasons." "And what were your reasons?" "You are inclined to be porous sometimes, and I was afraid it might leak Dut Rivermouth way before I was ready to have the fact made known, that's all." "Well," said Tom, with an air of resignation, "let it go at that. What do you intend to do with till your money?" "Ask me something easier." "If I owned your wad the market wouldn't see me again in a hurry." "Whether the stock market and I get on speaking terms again will depend on how soon I pick up another genuine tip."

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A STREAK OF LUCK. "Well, when you do, don t forget I've a few hundred lying idle for a chance to double itself." "I wouldn't forget you for a farm, Tom,'1 grinned Ben. "See that you dort' t,' laughed his chum. Nathan Kibosh asked Ben if he had enjoyed himself, and how his mother was, when the operator rang for him to ap pear in his private office next morning. "I had a dandy time, sir; and mother is very well, indeed, and sends her regards to you,' as well as thanks for your generous treatment of myself." Mr. Kibosh looked pleased, and after a brief conversation with his young employe, sent the boy out on an errand. Ben didn't find another fitting opportunity to take an oth e r flyer on the market v e ry soon. During the early part of November, however, his growing familiarity with the graiD. market induced him to buy 50,000 bushels of wheat for March d e livery at 64 cents per 0us hel, and he depos ited 3 cents per bus hel, or $1,500, to secure the broker against loss. The price went down 2 cents at first and he was oblig e d to put up additional margin, which was an eas y matter for him to do with the capital he had in the bank. The grain, however, recovered, and jus t before Thank s giving it had advanced sufficiently for him to clos e out the transaction at a profit of $2,500-. "I guess I can afford a turkey thi s yej.ir,' he remarked to Tom, when he told him of his good Ip.ck, "in spite of the ri s e in poultry and foodstuff s in gen e ral." "I guess you can," repli e d his c hum, jus t the l e ast bit e nviously. "As for me, I haven t made a cent on the out side s ince the rise of Kansas Central." l'h e two boys spent Thanksgiving Day at Riv e rmouth returning to wo:rk by the Frida y morning trai n. B e n c ontinued to s tudy th e mark e t s to c k r e ports and kep t his eyes skinned for an opporTunit y to use some of hi s capital again. About the first of December h e accid e ntally qiscovered I hat a of broli:e r s w e r e boo ming a certain railroad It was the J. P., and th e s h a res w e r e s e lling at 58. \Yithin a couple o:f day s it went up to 60. '!'hd decid e d B e n and h e went to Shattuck and asked : n tn get him 5,000 share s handing him $30,000 as margi ml This was the bigge s t deal Ben had been in yet, and he re solve d to be very cautiou He watched the ti.cker whenever he got the chance. The price slowly but steadily went up, till two days before Christmas it touched 72. Then Ben decided he would be satisfied with the profit in sight-$60,000-and he ordered the stock sold. He ha! no reason to believe the stock was in danger of a collapse in price, he merely acted from prudential rea sons; but a s it happened next day the bottom dropped out of .T. P and a good mimy people enjoy e d a poor Christmas in c onsequ ence Ben, however, had a particularly "joyous Christmas before him, for he had increased hisoaJ?.k account to $100,000 by Nathan Kibosh came to the notice of Squire and Mrs. Norcross, and as a cons.equence their interest in him sud denly revived. The Squire spent a special letter of invitation to the broker to spend the holiday s at Rivermouth at the Norcross home. Mr. Kibosh politely declined on the score of having al ready accepted a previous invitation to stay with Mrs. Bailey and her son. This time he reappeared in Rivermouth in fine raiment, as befitted a gentleman of his station in life. Then Percy discovered for the first time that Ben was, and had been from the first, working for Mr. Kibosh, and his mother soon realized that the broker had not been at all financially embarrassed at the time of his visit at her home. "It was a mean trick of Uncle Nathan to impose on me in such a way,'' she remarked to her husband, petulantly. "I'm afraid," he replied sarcastically, "you 've done Percy out of the old man's money. He'll probably leave it to some charitable institution, now." But Mr. Kibosh didn't do any such thing. Eventually he took Ben Bailey into partnership with him, and when the old broker died this spring it was found his property was all left in trust for Benjamin Bailey, Jr., the little two-year son of Ben and Ruth Bailey, nee Oameron. Tom Sanders married Aggie Ware, of course, and they are liVing very happily together in their cottage in the Bronx. Tom is now a full-fledged broker. The sudden...-death of Squire Norcross a few years ago put Percy in possess ion of considerable property, but he ha s los t aln;i.ost every dollar of it in speculation. H e and Oscar Opdyke, who is a Rivermouth physician, s till have a sneer for Ben Bailey, in spite of the fact that tbe boy has reached the top of the ladder of success. "He isn't so much," growls Percy. "He simply had A STREAK OF LUCK." THE END. Read "A GOOD THING; OR, THE BOY WHO MADE A FORTUNE," which will be the number (16) of Fame and Fortune Weekly. A newspaper account of a recent lucky grain deal made SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any news9-ealer, 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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HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Coutaining explanations of the general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable t o card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring sleight-of-hand; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of spec i ally prepar ed cards. Bu Professor Haffner. Illustrated. Ne;>. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Emf!-11 of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with il lustrahons. By A Anderson. ,, No .. 7.7. HOW .TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH OA.RDS.-deceptive Catd Tricks as perfonned by leading conjurors and mag1c1an11. Arranged for home amusement. Fully _illustrated. MAGIC. No. ? HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the dl!-Y also most popular magical illusions as performed by our: mag1c1ans ; every boy should obtain a copy of thls book, as 1t will both amuse and instruct. No: 22. HOW 'l'O DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sight explamed b.Y: his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on .the stage; _also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanat10n of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the gran!1est magical illusions ever placed before the pubJic. Also tricks with cards, incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMIOAL 'l'RICKS.-Containing over one hundred highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over !Jfty of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also oontain mg the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No .. 70. HOW '.1'0. MAKE MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full directions for makmg Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds By A. Ande1son. Fully illustiated. No. 73 . HOW. TO J:?O TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many curious tricks with figures and the of numbers By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. 7.5. HO\y TO A CONJUROR. -Containing Domm?s, Dice, Cups and Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing ll:h1rty-s1x 11lustrat10ns. By A. Anderson. No. 78. HOW 'l'O DO 'HE BLACK ART.-Containing a complete description of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand together with many wonderful experiments. By A. .Anderson'. Illustrated. MECHANICAL. No. 29. HOW '.1'0 AN INVENTOR.-Every boy how origmated. This book explains them all, Ill electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumatics, mechamcs, etc. The most instruclive book published. No. 5?. HOW 'l'O AN ENGINEER.-Containing full mstruchons how to proceed m order to become a locomotive engineer; also directions for building a model locomotive together with a full description of everything an engineer shouldi know. No. 57. HOW TO MAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full directions how to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, 1Eolinn Harp Xyl
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THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the m9st famous men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful httle book. No. 42. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER_;_ Contai!1ing a varied asso,rtn;ient of speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end men a Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOK]j] B
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WORK AND WIN. The ALJ:. 'I'HB READ Best Published. FB.IN'l'. N"C'MS:S:B.S AB.Z AJ:. WAYS IN ONE AND YOU WILL READ THEM ALL. LA'l'EST ISSUES: 305 Fred Fearnot and the "Cattle Queen"; or, A Desperate Woman's Game. S06 Fred Fearnot and the Boomers ; or, The Game that Falled. S07 Fred Fearnot and the "Tough" Boy; or, Reforming a Vagrant. S08 lcred Deal; or, Over the Continent on Horse. back. S09 lcred Fearnot and the Lasso Gang; or, Crooked Work on the Rar.ch. -310 Fred Fearnot and the Wall Street Broker; or, Helping the Wld c ws and Orphans. Sll Fred Fearoot and the Cow Puncher; or, The Worst Man In Ari zona. 312 Fred .l!'earnot and the Fortune Teller ; or, The Gypsy's Double Deal S13 Fred Fearnot's Nervy Deal ; or, The Unknown Fiend of Wall Street. S14 Fred Fearnot and "Red Pete" ; or, The Wickedest Man In Arizona. S15 .!!'red Fearnot and the Magnates ; or, How he Bought a Rall road. S16 Fred Fea;:not and "Uncle Pike" ; or, A Slick Chap from Warsaw. S17 Freil Fearnot and His Hlndo' Friend; or, Saving the Juggler's Life. S18 Fred Fearnot and the "Confidence Man" ; or, The Grip that Held Him Fast. S19 Fred Fearnot's Greatest Victory; or, The Longest Purse In Wall Street. S20 Fred Fearnot and the Impostor; or, Unmasking a Dangerous Fraud. S21 Fred Fearnot In the Wild West; or, The Last Fight of the Ban dits. S22 Fred Fearnot and the Girl Detective; or, Solving a Wall Street Mystery. 323 Fred Fearnot Among the Gold Miners ; or, The Fight for a Stolen Claim. S24 Fred Fearoot and the Broker's Son; or, The Smartest Boy In Wall Stree t. S25 Fred Fearnot and "Judge Lynch" ; or, Chasing the Horse Th levee. 326 Fred Fearnot and the Bank Messenger ; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 327 Fred Fenrnot and the Kentucky Moonshiners ; or, The "Bad" Men of the Blue Grass Reglon. S28 Fred Fearnot and the Boy Acrobat ; or, Ont With His Own Circus. .329 Fred Fearnot's Great Crash ; or, Losing His Fortune In Wall Street. 3SO Fred Fearnot's Return to Athletics ; or, His Start to Regain a Fortune. SSl Fred Fearnot's Fencing Team ; or, Defeating the "Pride of Old Ell." 3S2 Fred Fearnot's "Free For All" ; or, His Great Indoor Meet. ass Fred Fearnot and the Cabin Boy ; or, Beating the Steamboat Sharpers. 334 Fred Fearnot and the Prize-Fighter; or, A Pogilist's Awful Mis take. S35 Fred Fearnot's omce Boy; or, Making Money In Wall Street. S36 Fred Fearnot as a Fireman ; or, The Boy Hero of the Flames. S37 Fred Fearnot and the Factory Boy; or, The Champion of the Town. 3S8 Fred Fearnot and .the "Bad Man" ; or, The Bluff from Bitter Creek. 339 Fred Fearnot and the Shop Girl ; or, The Plot Against An Or phan. 840 Fred Fearnot Among the Mexicans ; or, Evelyn and the Brigands. 841 Fred Fearnot and the Boy Engineer; or, Beating. the Train Wreckers. 342 Fred Fearnot and the "Hornets" ; or, The League that Sought to Down Him. 843 Fred Fearnot and the Cheeky Dude; or, A Shallow Youth from Brookly n 344 Fred Fearnot In a Death Trap ; or, Lost In The Mammoth Caves. 845 Fred Fearnot and the Boy Rancher ; or, The Gamest Lad In Texas. 846 Fred Fearnot and the Stage Driver; or, The Man Who Understood Horses. 347 Fred Fearnot's Change of Front; or, Staggering the Wall Street Brokers. S48 Fred Fearnot's New Ranch, And How He and Terry Managed It. S49 Fred Fearnot and the Lariat Thrower ; or, Beating t:he Champion of the West. 350 Fred Fearnot and the Swlndllng Trustee ; or, Saving a Widow's Little Fortune. 351 Fred Fearnot and the "Wild" Cowboys, And the Fun He Had With Them. 352 Fred Fearnot and the "Mo n e y Queen" ; or, Exposing a Female Sharper. S5S Fred Fearnot's Boy Pard; or, Striking It Rich In the Hllls. S54 Fred Fearnot and the Rallroad Gang ; or, A Desperate Fight for Life. 355 Fred Fearnot and the Mad Miner ; or, The Gold Thieves of the Rockies. S56 Fred Fearnot In Trouble; or, Terry Olcott's Vow of Vengeance. S57 Fred Fearnot and the Girl In White ; or, The Mystery of the Steamboat. S58 Fred Fearnot and the Boy Herder ; or, The Masked Band of the Plains. S59 Fred Fearnot in Hard Luck ; or, Roughing It In the Silver Dig ginga. 360 Fred Fearnot and the Indian Gulde; or, The Abduction of a Beau tlful Girl. 361 Fred Fearnot's Search for Terry, and Terry's Faith In Him. 362 Fred Fearnot and the Tempe1 ance Man ; or, Putting Down the Rum Sellers. S6S Fred Fearnot's Fight for his Life ; or, The Cunning that Pulled Him Through. 364 Fred Fearnot and the Wild Beast Tamer ; or, A Week With a Circus. S65 Fred Fearnot and the Fiddlers' Convention ; or, The Music that Puzzled the Musicians. S66 Fred Fearnot's Wall Street Game ; or, Beating the Brokers. S67 Fred Fearnot and the Wild Mustang; or A Chase of Thirty Days. S68 Fred Fearnot and the Boasting Cowboy ; or, Teaching a Brag-gart a Lesson. 369 Fred Fearnot and the Sohool Boy; or, The Brightest Lad in New York. 3 7 O Fred Fea.rnot's Game Teamster; or, A Hot Time on the Pia.ins. 371 Fred Fenrnot and the Renegade; or, The Man Who Defied Bullets. S 7 2 Fred Fca.rnot and the Poor Boy; or, The Dime that Me a Fortune. S 7 S Fred Fearnot's Trea.snre Hunt or, After the Azteo'e Gold. 37 4 Fred and the OowbQy 'Kiiig; or, EvelYn and the "Bad" Men. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FBA!JK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK :WUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and ftll in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we w111 send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS 'rHE SAME AS MONEY. FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. .............. 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: .... copies of WORK AND WIN, Nos ................ .................................................. 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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored C overs A New One Issued Every Friday This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incid ents in the live s of our most successful self-made men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can be come famous a nd w ealthy. Every onll of this s e rie;; contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune weekly" a maga zine for the home, although each number is replete with exciting adventure s. The stories are the very be s t obtaina bl e the illustrations are by expert artists, and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best w eekly on the news stands. T ell your friends about it. ALR EA D Y PUBLIS H E D. 1 A Lucky D e al ; or, The C utest Boy in Wall Street. 9 Nip an d Tuc k ; o r The Young Brok e r s 0 W a ll St r ee t. 2 Born to Good Luc k; or, The Boy Who Su ccee d ed. 10 A Copp e r H arY_cst ; O T The Boys Who W orked a De3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chi c a g o Bo y Did the serte d l\1ine Trick. 11 A Luc k y P e nny; o r The Fortunes 0 a Bos t o n Boy 4 A Game of Chan ce; or The Bo y Wh o W o n Out. 1 2 A Di a m o nd in th e R o u g h ; o r A Brav e Boy s Start in 5 Hard to B eat; or The C l eve rest Boy in W a ll Street. Li e 6 Buildin g a Railroad ; or, The Youn g Contrac t o r s o f 1 3 B t th B l'l N t B ''T 11 St L k , ai m g e e ars; o r i e .r erv1es oy m ,, a reet. 7 W 'u Tl Y T t Ed"t G I H A Gol d Bri ck ; o r Th e B o r Who Could N o t b e D owned. mnmg i s 1 ay ; or le oun ges < I o r m J recn River. 1115 A Stre ak of Luck; o r The Boy Wh o F e a t h e r ed H is 8 The Wheel 0 For t un e; o r The Record of a S el-1\1ade Nes t. Boy 1 6 A Goocl Thin g ; or T he Boy Wh o Mad e a F ortune For sale by all newsdeal ers, or will be sent to any addre ss on r eceipt of pric e 5 cents p e r copy in money or postag e stamps b y FRANK TOUSEY, P u bli s h er 24 Union Square, New Y ork IF YOU WANT ANY y BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill in the following Order Blank and send ir us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by return mail. P OST AGE S T AMPS TAKEN THE S AME AS MONEY. FRANK TOUSEY, Publi s her, 24 Union Square, New York. ......................... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents ot. which please send me: .... copies 0 WORK AND WIN, Nos ...... .......................................................... " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, No s .................................................. " FRANK MANI.,EY S 'VEEKLY No s .................................................... '' '' WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos .......................................................... " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos ...................................................... '' '' PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos ............................................................... '' '' SECRET SERVICE, Nos ................................................................ " YOUNG ATHLETE'S WEEKT1Y, No s ................................................... . " TEN-CENT HA1'TDBOOKS, Nos ........................................................ Name ..................... ... . Street and No .................... Town ............... State ........... '


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