A start in life, or, A bright boy's ambition

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A start in life, or, A bright boy's ambition

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A start in life, or, A bright boy's ambition
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STORIES OF BOYs wHo. MAKE. MONEY ... .......... ............ : . .:::::.:::: ....... :: ::. .... .,. .. :::.-;:: .................. :: ....... ::::::: The animal, however, was equal to the emergency. She took a flying leap and landed bim safely .beyond the break. Mr. Squires, who had counted on overtaking the boy in another minute, reined in just in time to save himself.

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Fame and Fortune Weekly STOR:.IES OF BOYS. WHO MAKE MONEY Iuved WeekZ11-B11 Subscription $2.60 per year. Entered according to ..4.ct of Oong re&a, in the year 191111, in tl'e o.$1ce of the Librarian of Oongre,., Warhington, D. 0., b11 Frank Touse11, P u blisher, 24 Union S quare, N e w Y ork. No. 65 NEW YORK, DECEMBER 28, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS. l!IfE O:R, A BRIGHT BOY'S AMBITION By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. THE TWO ORPHANS. "Please don't; you hurt me!" expos tulated pr e tty Kittie C l y de, tryin g to withdraw one of her plump, sunburned hand s from the grasp of a sandy featured, surly-looking boy, n a med Abe Barker. "Then give me a ki s s and I'll let you go," grinned her torme ntor. "I'll do nothing of the kind," cried the girl, indignantly. "Why won't you?" Because I won't; s o the r e !" Th e g irl looke d d e fiant the boy a n g ry and agg ressive. I guess I'll have to make you," he s narl e d after a moment's pau se. "You'll do nothing of the kind, Abe Barker." "Wh y wop't I?" "You wouldn't dar e," s he cried, flushed and excited. I dar e do ai:; I please,'' he r e torted, jeeringly. "I've want e d or a l o n g tim e to ki s s you. This is the first dec ent c hance I'v e lrnd to do it. I've got you all by yourself It w on t do you any good to scream for th e re ain't any one near to hear you Come now, do the ri ght thing and I'lJ s tand t r e at whe n w e r e ac h th e villa ge ." "You ought to b e ashamed of yourself to talk to me that way," c ried the g irl. "Is that so?" said Abe,.s n e eringly "Yes, it's s o she replied spunkily. "Are you going to give me that kiss?" "No, I'm not." "I'll bet you will." He began to twist her wrist in such a way that a cry o f acute pain escaped her lips. "Now will you--" Spat! The words he s tarted to say expired with a gulP. in hi s throat and he went down headlong into the dust of the roa r l. A third per s on had appeared with unexpected s udden ness on the c ene from among the trees that lined th a t part of the turnpike, and the newcome r' s fis t had out as an arrow from the bow a s swift, taking Abe Bark e r in the jaw with a force that daze d him. !'I hope h e didn't hurt you muc h, Kitti e," sai
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A START IN LIFE. "You think you can sit on my neck 'cause you're a boxer; but I'll fix you. I will if I die for it," declared Barker, vengefully. "I didn't give you any more than you deserve for annoy ing Kittie Clyde, and hurting lier wrist. Nobody but a coward would use his strength on a girl." Bah! What right have you to butt in?" "The right of every true American boy to defend the weak against imposition." "You make me sick." "Do I ? Then let me tell you right here, I'll make you a good bit sicker if I hear of you interfering with Kittie Clyde again. Just make a note of that for future refer ence." "Yah !" cried Abe Barker, with a balc.ful "I'll get back at you for this, see if I don"t." "Well if you do, let me know," replied the sturdy boy, contemptuously. "You'll know it all right. I hate you, Fred Stone, an r l I sha"n't till I get Se came off second best. As a consequence young Barker hated Freel, and was on the lookout for a suitable opportunity to do him up. This feeling was increased by the knowledge lhat Frcr1 had the inside track with Kittie, on whom Abe was badly smitten. "Well, Kittie," said Fred, after they had walked a little "I'm thinking of leaving Dover.'1 "Leaving Dover!" she exclaimed, in a mingled tone of f'urprise and regret. "Yes. Mr. Grice and I haven't hitched well of lale. He's continually finding fault with me and I'm tired of il." Tl1e girl made no reply, but her manner showed that s he was somewhat upset by his words. "Will you feel sorry when I go, Kittie?" he asked in a low tone, looking wistfully into her averted face. "Sorry! Oh, F'.rec1, you know I will," she cried impul sively with quivering lips. "Must you really go?" "Kittie, it's high time I was doing something for myself in the world," .he said earnestly "I am seventeen, and what do I amount to at this moment? A storeboy at a clollar a week and my board. I am simply wasting my time working for Mr. Grice, who does not seem to appreciate my services. The world is wide and the opportunities many for a boy of energy and ambition. I am anxious to make a start in life." "I hate to have you leave Dover," she replied; "but still I think you are right. There are no prospects in this village for a bright boy like you." "Thank you, Kittie, for the compliment," he said, in a pleased tone. "You have always been a good friend to me-in fact the only true friend I ever have had. I want you to understand that I appreciate your friendship-that I shall never forget you as long as I live." "Don't be ra s h, Fred," she ,flaicl, with a sacl littl e smile, laying her hancl on liis al'm "The world is inoeed wide, as you ju s t said, an4 in new s c e nes and among fresh face!'l, you may forget that such a person a s Kitti e Clyd e lives in tlJC quiet little village of Dover, far away maybe from y our field of action." "Don't you believe that, Kittie," replied the boy, laking

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A START IN LIFE. her hand unresistingly in his. "I am not built that way. I am going to write to you regularly, and I sha.11 want you to an s w e r my letters and t e ll me all the news, for this villag!\ will n e v e r c ease to have an intere s t for me, since it is ihe only home I have known. You will do that, won't you?" "Yes if you really wish me to," she answerell faintly. "Of cour s e I wish you to." "When are you thinking of going?" "I haven't decided, but I feel sure it will be soon." "And where 'do you think you will go? To some city?" "I have an idea of going to Chicago.'' "That is a big place. It will be quite a change for you from Dover." "I s hould say it will. I hope after I am gone you will not be annoyed by Abe Barker; but I'm afraid he will pest e r you when he knows you have not me at hand to pro tect you." "I am not afraid of Abe Barker," she replied with some s pirit. "I know you're not, Kittie; but he is mean enough to make things very unpleasant for you.'' "I shall have nothing to do with him after this." "That will be the better way. Still he will be sure to butt in himself, for I guess he's sweet on you.'' "Sweet on me!" she exclaimed, s cornfully. "I hate him." Fred laughed. "He hacl nerve enough to try and make you kiss him." "I wouldn t kiss him if he was the l ast boy on earth,'' s he said, with an indignant toss of her pretty head. "Well, he isn't the last boy on earth by a large majority," said Fred. "I wish he was going to leave the village instead of you." "He's not anxious to get out ancl hustle, I guess, as long as he has a father to support him." "He seems to think he is a person of great importance because his father is a lawyer and a justice of the peace." "That's right; but I don't that it does him any good to think so. None of the boys take their hats off to him. In fact I am sure he is the most unpopular boy in the village." "While you are just the reverse," she said with a smile. No boquets, Kittie." "I'm not saying any more than the truth. Everybody likes you and speaks well of you." "That is pleasant to know. However, I'd be perfectly satisfied if only you liked me." Kittie blushed and looked down. "We ll, here we are at your gate. Goodby until I see you again," he said. "Goodby, Fred," and she ran into the hou se, leaving the boy to continue on to Mr. Grice's store. CHAPTER IL MR. GRICE HEARS ASTONISHING NEWS. Night hacl fallen over Dover village, Fred was eating his s upper alone in the kitchen at the back of the house,,,while Mr. Grice was sorting the mail left by the Belfast messen ger, whe n a wagon, loaded with the paraphernalia of a traveling tinker, drove up to the door. The driver dismounted and entered the store. He was a square-built, hearty-looking chap, with a black beard and deeply bronzed features. There was something about him that smacked of the sea. Evidently he had been a sailor at some period of his career. Mr. Grice looked up and eyed him askance. "Well, my friend, what do you want?" he asked in the inhospitable tone he used to all strangers. "This is the general store and postoffice, I guess?" said the new arrival. "Looks like it, doesn't it?" replied Mr . Grice. "You ain't got no objection to sellin' me a small bag of crackers and a hunk of cheese, have you ?" said the stranger; "Not in the least. About how much do you want?" 'I'he customer stated the quantity he wanted. "Have you any first rate cider, too?" he added. "Plenty of it, my friend. Have you a jug or anything to take it away in?" "I've a jug in the wagoi1," he replied, making for the door. By the time he returned Mr. Grice had the cheese and crackers done up. "You m ight have saved yourself that trouble, provided you ain't got no objection to my eatin' my supper in the store." "This isn't a restaurant," answered the postmaster in an ungracious tone. "That's right, it ain't," replied the customer, coolly; ''but as things ain't comin' my way very fast I can't afford a restaurant. Besides, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. I've got a question or two to ask you and it would save time do it while I was eatin'." "Well," said Mr. Grice, as he took up the stone jug, "as the store is empty you can eat here if you want to, but it isn't the usual thing." "Thank ye," replied the stranger. "I'd' take it kindly if you'd loan me a mug to drink the cider out of." Mr. Grice grudgingly obliged him. "Thank ye ag'in. What is the damage?" The postmaster meJ:ltioned the amount and the stranger paid it in small coins. At that moment Squire Barker walked into the store. "Any mail for me this evening, Mr. Grice?" he inquired. The stranger, who was munching his cheese and crackers at the counter near by, gave a start as he heard the name and stopped eating. "There's a paper and a letter for you, Squire," the postmaste1., with some obsequiousness in his tone, hastening to hand them over to the lawyer. Amos Barker purchased a package of smoking tobacco anq tlrnn left the store. "Beggin' your pardon, mister storekeeper-a-a-thai I

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4 A ST ART IN LIFE, gent called you Grice, if I ain't mistaken?" said the stranger, somewlfat anxiously. "Well, there's nothing very wonderful in being called by one's right name, is there?" i;norted the postmaster. "Might I venture to ask what your front name is?" asked the stranger, with increasing eagerness "If you'd taken the trouble to look at the sign over the door when ou came in it would have saved you the trouble of asking that question," replied Mr. Grice, not over pleas antly. "I wasn't thinkin' about the name then. Besides, it's dark outside and--" "My name is Peter Grice," interrupted the postmaster. "Peter Grice," repeated the stranger, regarding the storc_keeper :fixedly. "It a.in t possible, is it, that you're the half brother of my old cap'n, Benjamin Sands, of the ":Match .less Margaret?" "What! Did you know my brother, the captain?" asked Mr. Grice, clearly taken by surprise. I know him!" exclaimed the stranger, with some emotion. "Why, bless your heart, didn't he take me aboard his ship and provide for me when I was starvin' in the streets of New York ? Di dn'f he save me :from bein' cut in two by the jaws of a voracious shark?" with a reminiscent shudder "Let me tell you that's the sort of obligation Jack Barnstable doesn't easily forget--" "Then your name is Jack Barnstable, eh? And you're. a sailor?" "Right ye are, Mister Grice. Well, this is a iltrange coincidence to :find myself face to face with my clear old cap'n's halfbrother. Tip us your flipper," and Jack held out his rough and horny hand in a friendly way. Mr. Grice took it somewhat gingerly, as if he was afraid it might bite him. "So you knew Ben, did you?" the postmaster said, with out a ny great degree of "I suppose he's sailing about-far, far away?" "Yes," nodded Barnstable, mournfully, "very far, far away." "So much the better," thought the storekeeper, as he carelessly played with one of the weights of the counter scales "I'm always afraid of his coming back, very hard up, and wanting to borrow money of me." Then looking hard at the sailor as he said aloud: "He isn't likely to come back to the States for a long time, eh?" "Not for a very long time," answered Barnstable, raising the mug of cider to his lips and taking a deep draught. "Glad to hear it," muttered Mr. Grice to himself. "Money saved is money earned." "He won't be home never no more," continued the sailor mournfully, as he put the mug down empty. "He's dead!" "Dead!" replied Mr. Grice, not appearing to be greatly shocked at the news. "Is my brother really dead?" "There ain't no doubt about it. I seen him breathe his last." "Dear me I So poor Ben is really dead? Wel1, well. I haven't seen him these fifteen years, but I was always expecting to have him hunt me up. Died very poor, I sup15ose? Rolling stones don't gather much moss--" "Well, he wasn't so badly off for mos s," an s wered Barnstable, significantly. "He left $100,000." "What!" gasped Mr. Grice, staring at the sailor as if he couldn't believe his ears. "My brother left $100 ,000 Pre posterous!" "It does seem a. lot of money, doe sn't it?" s aid Barns ta We, taking up another cracker and a piece of che e se. "But it ain't preposterous, as you call it; for I seen the evidence myself." "You did!" cried Mr. Grice, beginning to take a strong interest in the conversation at last. "You sa:w the ?" "I didn't say I seen the money." "Maybe you saw his bankbook," said the postmast e r, eagerly "No, I didn't see no bankl;>ook." "Then wha.t did you see?" asked the storekeeper, im patiently "I seen a lot of clocyments-bonds he called 'em-which was worth $100,000." "One hundred thousand dollar& worth of bonds, eh? Why, where did Ben get them?" "Bought 'em." "But where did he get the money to buy them?" per sisted Mr. Grice with unfeigned eagerness. "Well, you see, while the 'Matchless Margaret' was waitin' for a cargo at Vera Cruz, that's in Mexico, the cap'n took a run up into the Sierra Madre mountains to visit some old senor he know'd." "Well," cried the postmaster, impatiently, as Barnstable paused to fill his mouth with bread and cheese. "One mornin' when he was out takin' a con s titootional in the range he lost his way, and while tryin' to find his way out of the blamed old place he fell--" "Yes, yes," exclaimed Mr. (}rice, eagerly, as Barnstabl e stopped to :fill and drink a mug of cider. "He fell--" "Into a hole." "Fell into a hole?" "Precisely. He fell into a hole, and the hole turned out to be the entrance to a lost silver mine of untold wealth." "Gracious Untold wealth, did you say?" "That's what I said. My cap'n he wan't no fool. He jest took the beari'n's of that there mine, and when he reached the senor's hacienda he told the old don what he'd dis kivered." "Well, well; what then?" "The upshot was he sold his diskivery for $100,000 in gold." "In gold "Pre-cis ely. That is he got a docyment which said that a certain bank in New York was to pay him that amount in the yellow stuff." "And he got it, did he?" "Sure he got it, and slapped it right into a new issue of government bonds which somebody reckymented him to do." "And then what did he do?"

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A START IN LIFE. . 5 I -. "He was just about to start off for this here I "Thank ye kindly," said Jack Barnstable, proceeding to "To see me, of course, of course. Dear old B e n, I wond e r I fill and light the pipe. how he got track of me. Too bad he didn't live for I R hould have welcomed him with open arm s." "As I was saying, he was just about to start for this here State when he fell ill, took to his bunk, and gradually got worse and worse-" "But he left a will, eh?" Mr. Grice, with anxiou s eagerness. "I'm his heir you know." "You!" responded Barnstable, coolly. "And what's to become of hi s son?" "His what?" almost shrieked the postmaster. "His son. His male offspring." Mr. Grice gasped and gurgled until the sailor thought he was going tofaint. To revive him he threw half a mug full of cider in his face. "You were about to telJ me how my brother, the captain, g ot married," said the postmaster, eagerly. "So I was. One night as my poor cap'n was lyin ill in hi s bunk he says to me, 'Jack,' says he, in a mournful tone 'it strike s me that my time ain't far off-there's somethin on my mind, Jack, that is chokin' me, and I can t keep it aboard no longer. When I'm gone,' says he, 'make for Indiany, seek out my poor 'Wife, cap'n ?' says I, 'why I didn't know you had got a wife.' 'Jack,' says he, shakin' his head sorrowful like, 'years ago I married a vil lage gal under a false name, the name of "What's that?" exclaimed Mr. Grice. "Did you say Stone?" "That's what I did," replied Barnstable, sucking his pipe and regarding the storekeeper out of the corner of his eye. "It's very singular," ejaculated Mr. Grice, reflectively, "but--" CHAPTER III. "What's very singular?'' asked the sailor. "Nothing. Go on." THE FAITI;IFUL SAILOR. 'A year afterwards,' says my old cl}.p'n, 'I took to sea ag' in, and deserted her and her child. Of late years, Jack, It was no shock whatever to Mr. Grice to learn that his I've tried hard-ha:rd-Jack,' and the tears rolled half-brother was dead, for he never had any particular down his weather-beaten cheeks as he spoke, 'to find 'em affection for him; but it was a big surpris e to learn that. out, but all in vain. My wife had left her native village Captain Benjamin Sands, who had always been a poor man, and gone to relatives she had somewhere out in Indiany. had unexpectedly grown wealthy at the clos e of hi s lif e Just what place in the State she went to I couJ.dn't find out. It was a shock, however, for him to learn that a s erious But since I got rich, Jack, I meant to go and search the obstacle stood in the way of his inheriting that $100,000 State from end to end till I found my wife and son. The worth of bonds, which he had been calculating upon as good Lord, however, has seen fit to prevent me doin' the almost his own from the moment he became satisfied that right thing by 'em, as a punishment I suppose for my the sailor's statement of his half-brother's wealth was true. sin.' "A son!" he roared as soon as he recovered his breath, Barnstable paused to wet his throat with a drink of and without noticing the little rills of cider that ran down cider. his cheeks. I never heard of his marrying. He must 'Maybe she's dead, cap'n,' says I. 'Maybe,' says he, 'mayhave taken that.idiotic step abroad." be,' and the tones of his voice showed very clear that what "No, he didn't," answered Barnstable, regarding the we call fun in our young days is a rare rod in pickle for us storekeeper's remark in some surprise. "He took that in old ones. 'But my son,' says he, 'my son Fred--'" idiotic step, as you call it, at home. It was what they call "What! Was the boy's name Fred?" asked Mr. Grice, a match on the sly. He never told anybody about it el.\'.cept with starting eyes. "Not Fred Stone?" me, and that wasn't till his last illness." "The very name," replied the sailor, nodding and blow" A s ecret marriage, eh? Hum!" ing out a cloud of smoke. "What's the matter? Do you Mr. Grice was a rapid thinker, and the possibility struck know such a boy hereabouts ?" added Barnstable, eagerly. him that some advantage might come to him out of that "No, no; how should I?" mumbled Mr. Grice, while fact beads of perspiration gathered on his forehead. "I'll tell you how it was," went on the sailor, finishing "I thought maybe you did,'' replied the sailor in a dishis chee s e and crackers and refilling the mug from the appointed tone. "As I was saying, the cap'n says, says he, cider jug. "By the way, Mister Grice, you haven't such 11. 'Find my son out, promise me you will, Jack! I remember thing a s an old pipe, and some 'backy, ye? I left mine givin' the child a little gold medallion-his mother tied it in the waggin outside, and it's rather a trouble to go anil to a bit of na.vy ribbon, and fastened it around his get it." neck, sayin' he should wear it in memory of hi s father. So eager was the storekeeper to hear the s tory that he Find him Jack,' says he, 'find him. On him, on my child, saw was coming that he was guilty of a remarkable piece of I have settled all I have in the world.' extravagance--he took a brand new briar-root pipe out of a "And didn't my brother mention me in his will at all?" box, and a package of amoking tobacco from a shelf, and asked Mr. Grice, anxiously. pushed the articles towar d his visitor. The sailor shook his head slowly from side to side .

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6 A START IN LIFE. "I guess he must have forgot all about ye,' he s aid. "That' s gratitude I must say," answe r e d the s torekeeper, a look of di s gust. "'Jack,' says my old cap n, and his voice sank lower and lower every minute, 'Jack,' say s h e 'I've left all them born1s with the Universal Trust Co., on Broadway, tog e ther with my last will and testament--' "The Universal Trust Co., New York?" Barnstable nodded solemnly. 'There's a wallet, Jack,' says my old cap'n in a faint voice, 'beneath this mattress in which there's money enough to pay the expenses of your search. Swe ar, Jack,' says he; swear to obey the last wishes of your poor old cap'n.' Well, Mister Grice, I knelt by the bunk and swpre to leave no 1 stone unturned till I had found the cap n s boy. 'Bless you, Jack,' says he, 'bless you. After I'm buried take the :first train for Indiany and--' The poor old cap'n's voice sank, he looked at me with a wild stare, and fell back on his pillow-never to ris e again. My old cap'n, the only friend I had in all the world-was dead." Jack Barnstable wiped the moisture from his eyes and smoked on in silence. "Poor Ben,'' said Mr. Grice, throwing a wary eye toward the rear of the store, lest Fred Stone should put in an inop portune appearance. He need not have been afraid of that, however, as the lad had some since gone off by the back door to visit his churn, Sam Hawley. "I'm afraid I shall find this faithful individual very much in the way," mused the postmaster. "If he should make inquiries about rhe village, as I suppose he will, he's bound to :find out that a boy by the name of Fred Stone lives with me, and, then an chance I might have of even tually coming into that $100,000 would be scattered to the four winds of h e aven." "Well, Mister Grice," continued the sailor, in a more cheerful tone, "as ill luck would have it I was robbed of nearly all my money before I left New York. Some land shark collared it. I only had enough to pay my fare to Indianapolis, and to buy that horse and waggin, and that the re tinker's outfit I have at the door. Now what wopld you have done in such a position?" "I'd have given the search up as a bad job," replied the storekeeper. "That's what you'd have done, maybe, but when Jack Barnstable swears to do a thing he sticks to it till it is done." "Do you really intend to persevere in this wild goose chase?" "Yes, Mister Grice, on I mean to go until I find my poor ca:p'n' s son. I devote one half of my tim e to tinkerin', to pay my travelin' expenses, and the oth e r half to minute in vesiigation. I make it a p 'int to inquir e at all the post thi s villag e I have lived here fifte e n y e ars, and I know e v e ry man, woman and child in the place," said the s t o r e keep e r an.\:ious to start th e s ailor on hi s way out o f Dover "I g uess you ought to know 'e m r e pli e d Barn s t a ble, pu t ting the new pipe in an absent kind of way in hi s pocket, and following it with the package of toba cco. "Then I'll be gettin' on to the next town. I a in t g ot no tim e to lose,_ cause there's a crockodile to the will." "A crocodile!" exclaimed Mr. Grice, in a ton e of p e r plexity. "Oh, you mean a codicil, oon t you?" h e add e d, eagerly. "I suppose that's what it is," admitted the s ailor. "Well, what does the codicil say?" a s ked th e s torek eeper, more eager than ever. "It says if the boy isn't found in two year s the propert y in the trust company should go to-" "Yes, yes," ejaculated Mr. Grice, in w fever of anxiou s impatience. "Somebody else." "To whom? To whom?" "That's just what I never rightly knew." Mr. Grice nearly choked again, and Barn s table seized the partially drained mug, intending to giv e him another dose if nece s sary. "This s ailor will drive me out of my mind thought the postmaster. "It must be myself the codicil affect s-his son first, his half-brother next, of co{irse. I ll write to the Universal Trust Company, in New York, and find out all tl:ie particulars. Yes, that's what I'll do. / Now I mu s t send this fellow on his way befor e Fred turns up. H e might see some resemblance in the boy's face to hi s dear old cap tain, and a s k him questions that would make it awkward for me to explain afterward." "Well, I must be goin', Mr. Grice," s aid Barnstable. "Yes, yes; that' s right. Here's a five-dollar bill fo help you on your way, my good friend : Now don't lose a moment, but go right on to Prescott." "Thank ye kindly, Mister Grice. You're a gent of the right sort. When I find the cap'n' s boy I'll bring him back this way and interjuce him to ye." "Do so by all means," said the stor e keeper. "I shall b e delighted to meet my little nephew." "Little!" replied the sailor. "He must be all of seven,. teen year now." "Is it possible How time flie s "Well, goodby, Mister Grice. It i sn't an easy cruise that lies before me. If ever I return at all, I'll bring with memy old cap'n's son." CHAPTER IV. FRED AND HIS FRIEND SAM. offices and s tores, and e v e r y house whe re I s top to do a "So you're going to s hake the villa g e and Mr. Grice and little bus iness in the tink e rin lin e Up to th e present s t art out for yourself, are you?" s aid Sam Hawley, F r ed's body ain't eve n s o much as heard the nam e of Fre d Ston e." pa rti c ulnr fri e nd, to Fred, whe n the latte r told him what "rt isn't worth your whil e to make any inve s tigations in couri'!e he had det e rmined on.

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A ST ART IN LIFE. 7 "Yes," replied Freel, "that's what I'm going to do It's time I made a start in life." This conversation took place on the back stoop of the Hawl e y home, at the same time that Jack Barnstable, the sailor, was holding his interview with Mr. Peter Grice in the s tore. "Where do you expect to go?" asked Sam, interestedly. "Chicago.'' "And what do you expect to do when you get there?" "I haven't the least idea yet." "Look here, Fred, why don't you take to railroading?" "Railroading?" "Yes. Tl1ere's a gooc1 chance for you on the new line." "You mean the Round Top? The roac1 on which you're working?" "Sure. I've jlist been promoted to fire a hump-back in the y ards at Prescott. Some day I'll get a regular run on a fr e ight. The n I'll work my way to a passenger, and one of these days I'll be a full-fledgeCP engineer. That's the height of my ambition," said Sam, enthusiastically. "I don't know but I rather like the idea, Sam. It might be fiett e r than going oil' a long distance-to Chicago, for in s tan c e where I might have some trouble getting a decent kind of a job." "Of cour s e it would be better, for you could see your fri ends onc e a w e ek at any rate. That ought to be a big incluceme nt, for I know you're soft on Kittie Clyde, and sh e think s a h e ap of you." "Oh, go on replied Fred, in some confusion. Sam laugh ed. "Besides, you and I 'oulc1 see more of each other than we do I'd hate to have you go away off to Chicago. I might never see you again Better think the matter over. If y ou d like to work up to the post of an engineer some day, now i s the time to begin, and the Round Top is th e r o ad y o t 1 want to start on. The management will treat y ou white. I ought to know for I've been a wiper and machini s t's a s si stant for six months, and have now got my firs t boos t upward." "Where will I make application for a job?" "Do you want to learn to run an engine like myself?" asked Sam. "Any branch of active service will suit me; but I guess I ; d like to be an engineer :first rate," said Fred, with sparkling eyes. "There's something fascinating after all in the whirr of the wheels, the hiss of the steam, the shriek of the whistle and the clanging of the bell Yes, on the whole, I guess I should prefer to be an engineer." "Good. I thought you Fould," replied Sam, with a grin of sati s faction. "Well, you want to see the foreman of the roundhouse at Prescoti He'll put you at work .right away, for I happen to know they're short handed. He'll set you t o wipin g off e ngine s when they come in after a run, and to h e lpin g th e machini s t<; make repairs. It is a dirty, hard j o b but you' ll l e arn all the difl'ei:ent parts of a locomotive i n a s hort tim e if you kee p your eyes open, and you're just the boy lo do that." "Yes. I don't think much escap e s me when I get down business," nodded Freel. "You're a fellow that' s bound to make yourself popular, and promotion comes your way, if you get a lift 11.head of others who have been longer on the line, there won't be much of a kick coming." "I shouldn't like to climb over another person's head to get a / better job." "Pooh! It' s the best man who wins out al1rnys. If you show the right spirit, and demonstrate your ability right from the start, you're bound to go ahead of the slack ones. That's the way of the world, and the right way, too. The earth can't stop for the lazy and incompetent, and nowhere in the is worth and energy more appreciated and rewarded than on a railroa
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8 A START IN LIFE. best advanlage. You do the same at the first chance you get, and if you make good you'll soon leave the wiping business to those with less gumption. It's the wideawake chap that gets ahead ip. the world, and don't you forget it." "I'm sure of that, Sam, and you'll find I'll get there with both feet." "I'll bet you will, old man, for you're a pusher from Pushervillc, or I don't know what that article is. I wouldn't want to bet on a surer thing than tnat you will go to the front like a knife through a roll of butter." "Thanks for the compliment." "You're welcome, for you deserve it all right." "\Yell, I guess I'll have to be getting back to the store. It's pretty near closing time, and there is a lot of stuff that has to becarted inside before J can put the shutters up." "So long, then. I hope to see you in Prescott to-morrow some time." The boys shook hands and Fred started clown the street for the store. He had only gone a short distance before a horse and wagon hove into view. The rig was driven by the faithful sailor, Jack Barn stable. He ga .ve a casual glance at the boy who plodded by in the darkness. Ah If he only had known that the object of his arduous pilgrimage through the big of Indiana was so close at hand-so close that had he reached out his long handled 1 whip he could ha .ve touched the boy-he would not have on his lonesome way to Prescott that night. But he didn't know it, and so the sailor and the cap'n's son met and passed each other that evening, and neither was wiser of the fact. CHAPTER V. MR. PETER GRICE TAKES WATER. Fred rose at his customary hour, opened the store, put the usual display of boxes and barrels on veranda around the door, and after waiting on several customers, went into the kitchen to get his breakfast, which the house keeper, Mrs. Burns, had ready for him. After eating his not over bountiful repast, for the store keeper maintained a miserly table, he returned to the store reacly for business again. 'l'his meant that after unpackit:i.g several cases of goods that had just been delivered from Wellington, he was expected to make his rounds through the village for orders to be delivered that afternoon. He unpacked the cases and put the articles on the shelves where they belonged. People came and went while he was doing this, and when more thaP one was to be waited on for anything save mail matter, he had to stop and attend to them. It was time for him to go and harness up the rig in which he m11:de his round of the regular cus tomers before Mr. Grice was at liberty himself. When Fred saw him take up the Wellington morning paper he went up to him and said: "I suppose you have no objection to my going to Prescott this afternoon, have you, sir?" This was rather a nervy request for Fred to make under the circumstances that bound him to the interests of Peter Grice, and the postmaster stared at the boy as if he hi.<; assistant had lost his senses. "What's that?" he roared at last. '.'You want to go to Prescott this afternoon, eh? And you think I have no objection to letting you go? Well, I like youf impudenc e What business can you have in Prescott?" "I'm going to ask for employment on the railroad," re plied Fred, coolly. "What!" shrieked Mr. Grice, and .it looked as if he was going to have another of his choking spells. Fred waited patient!/ for him to recover. "What do Y,OU mean, you young rascal?" cried the post master, shaking his finger at him. "Going to ask for em ployment on the railroad when you're working for me." "I mean just what I say, sir," replied the boy firmly, but respectfully. "I am going to leave the store." "Oh, you are, eh ?" replied Mr. Grice, sarcastically. "Yes, sir." "Perhaps it hasn't occurred to fOU that I might object to you leaving me?" said the storekeeper a suppressed tone. "I presumed you would object, sir; but having decided to make a start in life, as I am now seventeen years old, and as I have worked faithfully for you ever since I can remem ber, I judged you could offer no very strong reason why I should not try to better myself." "To better yourself? Oh, indeed Is that all you have to say?" "That's all, sir." "Now listen to me, you young villain. Don't you dare attempt to leave my employment until I get good and ready to let you go. Do you hear?" cried Mr. Grice, wrathfully. "I hear you, sir," replied Fred,.calmly. "Do you mind telling me when that time will be?" The postmaster looked aghast at the boy's coolness. "It's none of your business when it will be," he snarled. "Go out to the barn, hitch the team and start on your round, do you hear?" "All right, sir. How about my going to Prescott?" "You can't go." "I'll only be gone until dark." "I tell you that you can't go," roared Mr, Grice, furiously. "It's a matter of great importance to me." "I don't care how important it is." "I don't think you have any right to stop me from going." Mr. Grice seized a package of oatmeal from the shelf behind him and threw it at Fred as hard as he could.

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,,. 10 A START IN LIFE. He confidently expected to reach his destination within a couple of hours, and the chances were he would do so. He soon left the village behind ancl then his way led him along the county road. It was a pleasant afternoon, wiih a light breeze blowing, and the tramp was exhilarating to the boy. Fred had walked a couple of miles when he grew thirsty He remembered there \"\'as a t:1)fing of c .ool wa.ter at a certain spot close by the road. Tt was sha
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A START IN LIFE. 11 As the sound of their horses' hoofs died away, Fred pull e d him s elf tog ethe r like a person waking up from a fearful nightmare. "The r e 's only one thing to be done," he breathed, reso lutely. "I mu s t interfer e and try and prevenirlhe execution of this murd e r o u s sch eme. Half a mile is not a great di s tance for m e to run, and then by hiding somewhere in the immediat e n e i g hborhood of the s witch I can watch until t hose scound r e l s le a v e afte r accompli s hing their object and th e n undo their work and save th e train by returnin g the swit c h t o its prop e r pos ition. Yes, that's wha t I'll do. F r ed h a d n o t d a red t o peer throu g h the thick clump of bus hes at t h e rasca ll y c on s pirators on th e other s ide for fear h e s hould b etray his presence a s a li s t e ner Con s equ ently h e h a d no id e a of the id e ntity of the men. Neithe r was h e awar e that one of th e m had remained b e hind ';l'herefore w hen h e hastil y s t arte d :for the road fro m b e hind the l e af y scre en Mr. Squire s saw him and was t hund e r stmck b y hi s pre s en c e on the s pot at that moment. S quires, however, was a man of quick thought and action. H e in s tantly s u s pected that th e boy had heard all that had pa sse d b etween himself and hi s partners in the pro j e cted piece of villainy. Tha t portended unpl e a sant consequences for themselves. Som et hing must be don e and that quickly to choke off t h e boy. So he spran g to his f e et b e fore Fre d was aware of his presence an d dashed at him. Fre d h eard hi s rus h and looked around to see what it meant. Befor e h e c ould put him s elf into a posture of def e nce, Mr. S q ui res was upon him with the force of a far western cyclone. B ot h w e n t down in a h e ap on the turf, Fred, unforhmte l y, undern e ath. Mr. Squires jumped astride of him and h e ld him down. It was t h e n that Fre d awoke to the unpleasant fact that h e was in the power of one of the villains. CHAPTER VII. THE FLYING LEAP. A lth o u g h Mr. Squir e s was a goods ized man and had evely a d v antage of the s ituation, Fred did not propose to give in w ithout a stru ggle. He was a s trong and vigorou s boy, and the urgency of the occas ion n e rv e d him to do his best to get free. Mr. Squires, who was equally determined to maintain t h e upp e r h and, and hold the lad until his associates re tu rn ed, thre w hi s whole w e i ght on Fred's chest and suc ceed e d in preventing him from squirming out of his position Li e st ill you y oun g cur!" e x claimed the man through h is teeth. Lie s till or it will be the worse for you." "What do you mean by attacking me in this way?" de mand e d Fred, ceasing to struggle in order to regain his breath and energies for a renewal of the mix up. "What were you doing behind those bushes, just now?" "I don't see that it is any of your business," retorted the boy. "Don't you? Well, I'm making it my business to find out." Fre d made no reply "Are you going to an s wer me, you young monkey?" The boy maintained a dogged silenc e "I s uppose you wer e li s tening to the COJ:\ve rsation I had with those two men who ju s t left, eh?" Fre d didn t s a y an y thing. "You won' t an swer, I see Very well, then I must take y our s ilenc e for an admis s ion that yqu were listening. P e ople who butt in where they have no bu s ine s s to _get into trouble. I can see your finish, for you probably know more than it would b e s af e for u s to l e t escape." "You are a s coundrel," gritted Fred. "Thank you for the compliment," laughed Mr. Squires, har s hly. "Hard words break no bones Oh, you will, will you?" The last t entence was called forth by a s udden effort on the boy's part to unseat the man from his chest. "Ve r y fox y move on y our part, but it didn t work, did it? Thought to catch me off my guard, eh? I'm too old a fox to be caught napping. If I had a stone, or some thing hard handy, I'd 1.-nock a little sen s e into that s kull of your s Never mind, my companions will be back soon, and then we'll attend to your cas e." "What do you mean to do with me?" "Tha t s up to you. If you'll admit the full extent of your knowledge of our I'll talk bus iness with y ou." "Wha t do you m ean by bu s ine ss?" "Whe r e do you live?" asked Mr. Squir es, without noti c ing hi s question "What bu s iness bring s you out here?" "I was going to Prescott "What took you behind those bushes?" "There is a spring there, and I stopped to get a drink of water." "You did, eh? It didn't take you fifteen minutes to take a drink. Why didn't you show yourself when you got through instead of hiding 'there and listening to our con versation ?" "How do you know I was listening to your convef sation ?" asked Fred, doggedly. "I am sure of it." 0 h, well, if you're sure of it, nothing I can say will amount to anything "What did you hear?" "You ought to know what I heard since you insist tha t I was li s tening to what you said." "Did you hear all we said?" "I haven't admitted that I heard a word."

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A START IN LIFE. "I know you haven't; but you did, just the same." "All right-have it your way." "You'd better admit what you know or--" "Or what?" asked Fred, as Mr. Squires "We'll take it for granted you know everything, and deal with you accordingly." "What do you mean by that?" "Just what I saia," grittecl 1\Ir. Squires. "I don't understand you." understand when my associates retuxn." "Are. you going to hold .me down this way till they get back?" "I am. Better own up while the chance is your:;." "Suppose I do, what then?" "We may let you off easy." "And if I admit nothing?" "Then you'll probably go into the creek above her e with a stone attached to yo11r feet." "That would be murder." "We'd call it self-preservation, which is the firR t law of nature," laughed Mr. Squires, unpleasantly. "And you'd commit a crime because you imagined I heard you three talking together here a little while ago?" "I am satisfied you heard enough of our talk to ma.ke it extremely unsafe for us to let you get away to spread the news." "Then what do you mean by saying that i I owned up io having heard the whole of your conversation you'd let me off easy?" "In that case you'd have to swear to keep the matter secret at the risk of your life." "And suppose I'm willing to swear that I didn't hear a word you said?" "I should not believe you." At that moment Fred heard the distant gallop of the returning horsemen. It spurred him into making a fresh effort to save him self from the possible consequences his captor's words sug gested. It might be tat his life depended on the success 0 his struggles. With a desperate tug he freed bis wrists from the grip Mr. Squires had upon them. Then be grappled the man about the waist and tried to throw him. A fierce contest or supremacy ensued between them. Mr. Squire's efforts to maintain his seat on Fred's chest p!'evented him using his fists to strike the boy in the head or face. They squirmed about from side to side until Gibson and Morgan rode up and dismounted. Both of them were astonished to see the struggle that was going on between Mr. Squires and the boy. As soon as Mr. Squires saw his face lit up with satisfaction. "Come here both of you and help me to secure this young monkey." .. "What's the trouble?" asked Gibson as he came forward "Trouble enough. The cub was behind those bushes all the time we were talking and he's on to our plans to do. the express. We've got to silence him, or it will be the hangman's rope for the three of us i the job goes through." "Oh, the job will go through all right; don't you fear. So this chap was listening, was he?" "He heard every word, I'm willing swear, though he won't own up." "Then he'll have to go the way of the express, I'm thinkin'. I'm not goin' to put my neck into a noose to save the life of any man or boy eithe1 on Lhe face 0 the globe. Hold him steady now till I can grab his feet." Freel saw that the game was about up with him. He made one la s t determined effort, however. l\Ir. Squires was taken Hlightly off his guard and Fred Hucceedecl in rolling him over on his back. Then the plucky boy s prang to his feet. "Seize him, Gibson!" roared Mr. Squires. Gibson made a grab or the lad. Fred clucked and slipped under his extended arms. Then he dashed around the bushes with the three men at his heels. He lecl them a pretty lively chase among the mi:>ny obstructions that abounded in that plot 0 ground, and finally doubled like a hare qn them and started at foll tilt for the road. "He mustn't get away," shouted Mr. Squires. Gibson and Morgan didn't intend that the boy should if they could prevent it. But Fred had something of a lead on them, and his mind had conceived a plan for escaping from them. While he was sure he could easily outrun them if he took to the level road, he knew they would be able to ride him down on horseback in no time. The idea that occurred to him was to seize one of the animals himself and make off, trusting to the hope of outriding them, for he was an expert horseman. He put this scheme into execution as soon as he reached the road. ) Gibson, in his hurry to obey Mr. Squire's call, had not stopped to tie his animal-a fine, fleet-footed mare. Fred noted that act, and singling the horse out, sprang on her back and digging his heels into her flanks, headed back the way the men bad just is toward the river and the railroad beyond. 1\fr. Squires gave a shout of rage when he saw the tacfics of the boy. He rushed for his own animal that showed speed in every limb. Tearing the bridle from the tree he sp rang into the saddle and darted after the fleeing boy as fast as he could make his charger go. Morgan imitated his example, while Gibson followed the procession on foot. It promised to be a wild chase. The road led up a slight rise, then switched around to

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A START IN LIFE. 13 the left, where a gentle declivity ran down to the wooden bridge whi c h spanned the river at its narrowflat point. A strange thing, however, had happened to the bridge s ince Gibson and Morgan repassed it a short time before. Then it seemed to be perfect, now a formidable looking hole appeared in the planking. It must have been that the boards had in the course of time become loosened from their hold on the supporting timber s and that the hoofs of the horses ridden by Gibson and Morgan had completecl their demoralization. At any r a l e a few minutes utcr the rascals bad recrossetl the bridge the planks fell with a splash into the water below and floated away down the river. Fred, of course, never dreamed of the pitfall that lay in his path; nor did his relentless pursuers. The boy, urging his spirited animal to her top speed, came rushing like the wind down.,_the slight declivity toward the river bank. Mr. Squires turned the top of the elevation a fraction of a minute behind him, for his mount was superior to the lad's For the moment it looked like a dead sure thing that the rascal would overtake his quarry before the boy could reach the other side of the river As the mare struck the bridge at a :two-forty clip, Fred's heart went suddenly cold, for right before him yawned the gap where the half dozen planks were missing. It w.as utterly impossible for hir,n to avoid the issue that lay in his way. Had he tried to pull in the mare she would assuredly have slipped straight into the abyss. There was only one thing to do, tht was to take the chasm as one would a hurdle, and the result depended on the horse alone. The animal, however, was equal to the emergency. She took a flying leap and landed him safely beyond the break. Mr. 8quires, who had counted on overtaking the boy in another minute, reined in just in time to save himself CHAPTER VIII. SAVING THE EXPRESS Mr. Squires uttered a fierce imprecation as he saw the boy receding from his clutches, and he utterly powerless to follow him except on foot, which would only be a useless proceeding. Morgan came up at that moment and saw the difficulty which barred further pursuit on horseback. Both said things that wouldn't look well in print. How did that happen?" asked Morgan, staring in sur prise at the gap. "How should I know?" retorted Mr. Squires. "If any one should understand the matter it ought to be you and Gibson, for you two came this way not over ten minutes ago." "The bridge was all right then, otherwise we never would have been able to get across." His statement sounded reasonable, and Mr. Squires saw no to doubt his words "Well, it isn't all right now. H it hadn't been that Gibson's mare took the hole in the handsomest style I'd have hl).d the boy, or he irnuld have been in the river with the horse, which would probably have answered our pur pose just as' well." "That's right; but as he has got away, what is to be done?" "Nothing but to make our9elves exceedingly scarce around this locality." "There's the w.histle of the express at the crossing," said Morgan. "I hear it. If that boy is on to the situation, as I believe he is, he may be able to save the train." "As things have turned I hope he will. He has our descriptions, and I prefer not to swing even to earn a thousand dollar;:, and to oblige the management of the Blue I.ine Railroad." "Perhaps you're right, Morgan. No doubt we shall find other ways of earning the money that will answer the same purpose." "I hope so." At that moment Gibson came running up Qut of breath. "What stopped you people?" he wanted to know. "Better uli\e your eyes and you'll get the answer." Gibson glanced around and saw the gap in the bridge. He ripped out a forcible ejaculation. "How did that occur?" be asked, in some astonishment. I "Surely the boy didn't-" "Do that? I should say not," replied 1.Ir. Squir e s curtly. "If he had ridden either of 'the other horses it likely would have finished 'him; but your mare took it like a hunter. I never saw a prettier jump in my life." I "The mare is some on the jump," replied Gibson; "but blast the luck! I supposa I have lost her now for good." "I suppose you have. Well, we'd better turn back. Mor gan will take you up behind him." Gibson, with many imprecations on the head of the brave boy who had got away with bis horse, was compelled to adopt that mode of re'reat from the place that promised soon to be too hot to hold the party. In the meantime Fred was riding as hard as he c oul d go toward the railroad. As he came in sight of the switch, with the side track branching down to the bank of the river, he heard the, whistle of the express as it passed the crossing less than a mile away. He urged the niare forward, and the animal respondecl nobly. The locomotive burst into view up the track as Fred flung himself from the saddle and ran to the open switch. The lock had been broken by Gibson, with an implemen t

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14 A ST ART IN LIFE. he had brought along for the purpose, and the iron staple, while it held the switch in its misplaced position, could easily be drawn out so as to permit the lever to be pushed over, ancl the main track macle perfect again. This Fred hastened to do. The engineer had an instant before noticed by the in clined appearance of the switch lever that the switch was open, and he knew what that meant. He whi>:tlc
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A ST ART IN LIFE. ];J "It's dirty work; but nevertheless it gives a fellow a start in life.'' With those words he returnee] to where he had hitchecl his horse, mounted it and took the. county road back for Dover. CHAPTER IX .. .A START IN LIFE. Fred had some doubts about his reception by Mr. Grice when he got back to the store, but there were no unpleas ant results, much to his satisfaction. He put the mare, which had come into his possession in such a stirring manner, into the stable, and wondered i.f the man Gibson woul the benefici:.11y under the codicil Now that Jack Barnstable was out of the way, and daily getting further away from chance contact with the son of his dear old cap'n, Mr. G;ice entertained strong hopes that when the time limit mentioned in the will had expired the $100,000 worth of bonds would come into his hands. As soon as he got hold of them he intended to sell out the store and take himself to parts unknown, so that if the duplicity of his conduct was ever discovered he could not be traced and compelled to "cough up" his half brother's property. All this had a tendency to reconcile him to the inevita ble parting with the boy it was his purpose to wrong in so gross a manner. About noon that day a weazel-faced man of medium height, with very smart eyes, entered the store and asked for Fred. Mr. Grice, to whom the inquiry had been addressed, jerked his thumb toward the rear of the place where the boy was filling the orders he had collected around the vil lage that morning. The weazel-faced man tapped the lad lightly on the shoulder. "Fred Stone, 1 believe," he said, ih a quick and rather peremptory tone. "Yes, sir; that's my name," replied the boy, wondering who his visitor could be. "l\fy card," srud the man, tendering a piece of paste board which read "John Sharpley," and in one cornor, in small type, "Round '11op RR. Co." "You wish to see me about--" "The attempt made by three rascals, whose .. )ou reported as"-here the sharp fe,aturecl man consulted his memorandum book-" Squires, Gibson and Morgan, to wreck the afternoon flyer at Green River siding, by open ing the switch at that point for the purpose of shunting the express into the river." "I gave all the particulars of the affair to the operator of Tower 1 G, two miles this side of Prescott," replied Fred I am one of t);ie road detectives, and I hare cdtlccl on you io obtain a more explicit account of the outrageous scheme, and as close a description as you can give me of the scoundrels themselves." "Very well. I will tell you the whole story," and Freel did so, explaining to the detective that he had started for Prescott to ask for a job in the roundhouse of the :railroad company, and that owing to the fact that he had stopped at the roadside spring to get a drink he had overheard the plot to wreck the train, the avowed object of which, according to the words of Mr. Squires, seemed to be the moving spirit of the enterprise, was to cause the death of President Whitney of the Round Top road because he 1ras rt-garded as a dangerous factor to the interests of the Blue Line, the original road between Galena and Harrison ,T unction on the P. D. & Q. trunk line, which the Round 'l'op practica11y paralleled. greatly to the cletriment of the Blue Line's passenger and freight traffic. "Ha!" excl::iimed the detective. "This seems 'o be a much more serious matter than we had any idea of. Are you prepared to swear to the truth or all the facts you have just stated to me, young man?" "I arn," replied Fred, promptly. "Be careful now, my lad," said Mr. solemnly. "Remember that you are bringing a grave charge to the attention of the management of the Round Top Company -acharge that must reflect, even indirectly, EID the man agement of the Blue Line." "'I am making no charge against anybody but the three men implicated in the mtempt to wreck the express, re plied Fred. "I understand that. But a sinister construction will undoubtedly 'he placed on the conversation you assert that you overheard. Of course it will be impossible for you to verify your statement, as you have no witness to cor roborate it. Still your story, made under oath, will carry a certain weight that cannot but lead to complications be tween the managements of two roads." "I am ready to swear to what I heard, sir. Beyond thaL I have nothing to say." "Very well. Go on with your story." Fred then described how, after Gibson and Morgan l11Hl departed on their crooked' errand, he had been captured bJ.

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JG A ST ART IN LIFE. Mr. Squires, who he thought had accompanied the others, opened my eyes to the possibilities presented by a railway ancl my inclinations. When I told Sam, Sunday night, and Mrs. Burns, the housekeeper. that I thought of going to Chicago to make a decent start Before leaving he tendered the "'ijse of Gibson's mare to in life, then he brought the subject up in a way t,hat the postmaster for his keep, and Mr. Grice promised to look

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A START IN LIFE. 17 after the animal, which was a much s uperior horse to the who was jn the cab of a switch eng ine moving around in old nag he owned. another part of the yard. Then, grip in hand, :..Fred went over to Sam Hawley's After finishing with the locomotive his services were house, where he met Sam and had supper. called into requisition by a machini st, who was making After the meal he made a call on Kittie. some repairs on an engine. Here he ;remained until Sam called for him at nine The man was a sociable sort of fellow and he took a o 'clock. kind of fancy to Fred. "Well," said Fred as they walked over to the flag crossWhen the boy, who watched to see how things were done, ing to catch a freight for Prescott, "I'm making a start and passed the tools as the machinist required them, asked in life at la st." some questions about different part s of tbe locomotive, the "That's what you are. You were only vegetating at the man readily gratified his craving for knowledge. and never would have amounted to a row of shucks if In this way Fred quickly caught on to a lot of misc el-y ou had r emai ned there."' la.ueous information that would sub. cquently be of great "I know that. I'm glad that I'm not bound for Chicago. value to him, for he possessed an excellent memory and I should feel pretty homesick if I was." readily retained what came under his notice. "Bet your life you would. When a fellow has lived all The afternoon passed away far more quickly than he his life in a place, especially a country village like Dover, had any idea of, and he was rather s urprised when told it he' s b"bund to feel pretty sore when he comes to the point was time to knock off for {he clay. of breaking off old ties-particularly when one of those "Well, said Sam, when he ran against his friend after ties is a pretty girl like Kittie Clyde," grinned Sam. washing up, "how did thing s pan out with you to-clay?" "Oh, come off; don't get funny," replied Fred, flush"All right," answered Fred, cheerfully. ing up. "Do you think you'll like the work and will stick it out Bu t just then the freight came lumbering along, and till you learn enough to get in line for something better?'' the boys swung themselves aboard of the caboose. "Sure I will. I'm not a quitter." CHAPTER X. A DOUBLE REW ARD. On Monday morning Fred appeared at the roundhouse in overalls and jumper ready for work. The first task he was put at was shoveling ashes, and it engaged hi s attention for more than an hour, when he was called upon by one of the machinists to h_e1p carry a heavy casting to a certain part of the roundhouse. Later on he got his first chance at helping to clean 11. locomotive that had just been run into the house from the table outside. After that he found plenty to keep him busy, and long before noon Fred was smeared with dirt and grease, which was a new experience for him. The foreman passed him by several times in the course of the morning, but never stopped nor opened his mouth to the new hand. Fre d thought that perhap s Brackett had l'!O much on his mind that he did not notice him, but that was not the fact. The foreman had watched him witho1it appearing to do so, a trick of his, and noticed that the lad never stood around with his hand s in his pockets after completing a job, but hustled around of his own accord to find another one. He was helping at cleaning another locomotive when dinner hour caJD.e, and he sat down in a sunny corner to eat what he had with him. So far he had had no opportunity to meet Sam Hawley, "I didn't think you were, though lots of chaps start in like you have and give up the job in no time at all. You see a new hand always gets hold of the dirtiest work that's around. The other wipers shove it on to him when they can just to see how long he'll stand it." "Is that a fact? Well, I suppose I've got to expect such courtesies then. I had an easy job this afternoon anyway. I was helping one of the machinists who was repairing a locomotive. All I did was to pass him the tools he wanted and a s k questions." "Ask questions?" grinned Sam. "What kind of questions?" "About the different parts of the engine." "Did he answer you?" "Sure he did. He gave me a heap of information, and I've got it all here." Fred tapped his forehead significantly and looked wise. "You are making a good beginning, olr1 man," said Sam. "Keep it up and the first thing you know you'll be asked to fire a switch engine. That's the first real step up ward." The boys went to a r estaurant for their supper, which, though nothing to boast of in Sam's opinion was in Fred's eyes a banquet when compared with Mr. Grice's even ing meal. While Fred was cleaning the driving rnd of a locomotive next morning, Brackett came up and paused a longsid e of him. After watching him at his work a moment or two he snicl: "Look here, Stone, are you the boy who saved the after noon express from going into the river a week ago yesterday?" "Yes, sir," replied Fred, respectfully.

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18 A START IN LIFE. "I saw your name in the papers, but it never struck me that you were the hero of that affair until the yardmaster mentioned the matter to me and g1we me this letter ha nd to you. It bears the imprint of the president's office at Galena." "Thank you, sir," said Fred, putting the letter in hi<> pocket without opening it. "I reckon you won't be long wit,h us now," said the fore man. "Why not?" "You'll be able to pick out a job that might be more congenial to you. You are bound to have a pull with the company after what you did, which you ought to be able to work to your advantage." "I'm satisfied where I am, sir." "As a wiper?" asked the .foreman in some surprise. "Yes, sir. I mean to make it a stepping-stone to the }Jost of engineer." "Oh, you do?" "Yes, sir." "Then you intend to use your pull to that end, eh?" "No, si r. That's not my way of doing business. All I ask or will accept from you or the company is a fair deal. I don't expect to be advanced until I deserve it. When I have acquired the necessary knowledge nnrl experience I hope to go ahead, not otherwise. I expect to become a fir t-class eng ineer in time, and I couldn't do that if I was per mitted to skim over any part of the practical eclncation I ought to have. I hope you understand me, sir." "I think I do," replied the foreman with a grunt of sa 1.isfaction. "I sha ll accept no favors from the company, and I hope you will not be induced to push me ahead too fast. It would not be just to me, nor fair to the other wipers." "Don't worry about the other wipers. It's the best man that get's ahead under me. If you climb over any one's head it will be because you deserve the advancement." "Thank you, sir. That's all I ask," rtplied Fred. "He's a comer; or I'm mistaken,'' muttered Brackett, as he moved off. "Ninety-nine chaps out of a.' hundred would pull the company's leg to its fullest extent, if they were in this young fellow's place. And in the end what would they amount to? This boy haR true grit and ambi tion to succeed. He'll reach the cab one of these days as sme as eggs are eggs." forgot all about that lett er until he and Sam were seated at a table in the restaurant waiting for their sup per to be served Then he pulled it out of his pocket tore off the end, and took out the enclosure. "What have you got there?" asked Sam curiously. "That look s official." -It's from the president of. the Round Top," replied Freel "Hello What's that? Checks?" cried Sam, opening his eyes very wide. Fred took up the two oblong sheets of bond paper, one after the other. They were check::; without a. doubt-one on the Galena Xaiional Bank for the sum of $5,000, payable to the order o.f Freel Stone and by the Treasurer of the Round Top Railroad Co., the other the personal check of Presi dent \Yhitney for $1,000, also payable to the order of Freel Stone. The letter explained that the directors of the company had voted Freel $5,000 in recqgnition of his serviees in saving the express, and Mr. Whitney said he took great pleasure in for'mHcling the check to him, together with his own check for a thousand as a slight evidence of his gratitude 1.o ihe boy Tor saving hiR life. "Gee! You're rich!" exclaimed Sam, a s h e r ega rde r l the va hrnblc pieces of paper with bulging eyes. "Six thou s and clollnrR 1\fy gracions What a.re ,'OU going to do with all that mone);?" "What sh on lr1 I clo with it but put i1 in some goocl bank and let i I stay there?" "My but you're in luck!" said Sam. "I suppose you'll shake the roundhouse with its dirt and grime now." "Not on your life." "Are you really going to stick?" "Why not?" "Mo s t any chap with $6,000 at hiK back would want a b e tter job than that." "Well, T expect to get a better job as soon as I can work my way to it." "You're one in a thousand, Freel." "Oh, I don't know. There are others, I guess. 1 don't propose to let that $G,OOO stand in my way. Not if I know it. I look upon it simply as a Windfall that may come in handy Rome clay. I'd be a fool if T lost my head over it at this stage in my career. Why I'm only jus t starting out in life. I intend to make my own wa. y ahead. The money can ta.ke care of itself." Evidently F red had a level head-one of the prime fac tors of success. CHAPTER XI. THE FIRST STEP UPWARD. Three months passed away and Fred worked steadily and faithfully at his duties of wiper and general assistant in the roundhouse. During that time he visited Dover regularly every Sun day. He always made it a point to drop in at the rear of the store ancl pass a few minutes either with Mr. Grice or his housekeeper, with whom he was a great favorite. The balance of the time he divided between Sam and Kit tie, and other friends in the village. Mr. Grice always welcomed him with a peculiar sardonic grin, which Fred could not interpret.

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A START IN LlFE. 19 The storekeeper had received full particulars from the Universal 'l'rust Company in New York about the provi sions of Captain Benjamin Sands's will, and it turned out as he had hoped, that in default of the discovery of his son withi n a certain time, provided no reasonable pros pect existed that the boy ever would be found, he, Peter Grice was to succeed to the porperty of his haH-brother. Mr. Grice had the date marked down in r ed ink in his private memorandum bo<>k, and he was now counting the days that intervened before he could legally put in his claim for the bonds. The only thing that bothered him was that Jack Barns table might possibly turn up again in the village before the time expired, and learn the true state of affairs. The chances how eve r were against such a thing happen ing, so that Mr. Grice had now contracted the habit of rubbing his skinny hands together and mentally congratulating himself on his promised good luck. One morning whi le Fred was helping another wiper turn the table to receive a locomotive that was about to run out of the roundhouse, a yard enginee r came up and touched him on the shoulde r. "You're Fred St\Ylle, aren't you?" he said "Yes, sir," replied the boy. "I want to use you." "All right. I'm at you r service." "Come with me." Fred iollowed the engineer over to engine 32, used for switchi:g purposes, which was r eady to go out of the roundhouse. "Jump into the cab." Fred, wondering what the grimy looking man wanted him io do, swung himself up the iron. steps. The engineer followed him. After looking at the gauge, and noting that everything was all right, the man said gruffly: "Ring." Fred looked at him in astonishment. "I don't quite understand--" he began. "Don't understand, eh?" grow l ed ihc c11gineer "Didn't you hear what I said? I told you to ring the bell. I've just got the signal to run out." 0 "Am I to fire :for you?" asked Fred, hardly believing that such good luck was his last. "Of course y ou are-Brackett's order. Ring!" Fred mechanical l y pulled the bell rope, the e ngineer opened her up a bit and Jet off the brake. Then No 32 ran out on the table, and was swi tched on to a certain track. "Keep the gauge about where it is now," said the e ngi neer, thereby intimating that his new fireman was to keep steam up to a certain notch as shown by the hand that shivered on the dial. right, sir," replied Fred, with a thrill of joy. This wasn't the first time the boy had been on an engine, but it was the first time he had been ca]Jed upon to fire one. Srna.ll wonder if he felt nerv ous and excited at his new experience Besides he knew that he was on trial, and that if he failed to acquit to aclvautage it might be a long time before he got another chance of the same kind He and Sam h ad seve ral times ridde n on the freight locomotive between the flag crosHing near Dover and Pres C'ott, when returning to their lodgi11gs of a Sunday night, and Fred had carefully watched how the fireman in the cab supp lied the furnace with coal. There was a peculiar knack in flinging the contents of the shovel so that the coal would be well scatte r e d and evenly distributed upon the glowing bed in the bowels of the engine. Fred. imitated that method with so much success that the engineer had no fault to find with him, for the finger on the dial remained near the point he wanted. Up and down the yard the engine went, pushing and hauling cars about, and moving them from one track to another. At inegular interva l s they had moments of l eis ure, when the engineer lit his. pipe and waited for his sign al, while Fred had nothing to do, but cast a g lance now a nti again at the gauge to see that the steam did not drop. When noontime came Fred and the e ngineer ate their meal in the cab. Then it wa.s for the first time that the man grew friendly. He complimented Fred on his work nnd asked him how long he had been employed in the yard. "Three months, sir." "There are men yonder," chucking his thumb toward the roundhouse, "who have been wiping for a year and they haven't caught on to a chance to fire yet Are you one of Brackett's favorites?" "Not that I'm aware 0, sir," replied the boy. "I've always heard that Mr. Brackett played no favorites." "I guess you're right about that. Ilc's pretty square with the men. You must be uncommonly smart to get a. lift in three months." "I always try to do my duty, s ir." "If you always do it as well as you have this morningyour first spe ll at firing at that-there's not lik e ly to be any kick coming your way." "I haven't been hauled over the coals for anything so far." "Say, your name seems familiar to me," said the engi neer, after a short silence. "Seems to me I've seen ar heard it somewhere before." "I'm well known in Dover v illa ge. Maybe you know of my friends there. Or perhaps you've been talking to Sam Hawley, who fires regularly on 41." "No," replied the mall, Shaking his head. "Oh, I re member now, I saw a name a lm ost if not quite identical with yours in the papers some mop.ths ago. Whoever the boy was, he saved the afternoon express from going into. the river. Remember the circumstance?"

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.. 20 A ST ART IN LIFE. ,. "I ought to, for I am the boy you are talking about." "You are the boy?" ejaculated the engineer, with a look of astonishment on his featmcs. "That's rigl1t. I saved the express on that occasion." "Well, upon my wonl, I never would have dreamed that You must have kept the affair mighty quiet, for I haven't heard your name 111cntiemec1 in the yard in connection with it. If the knew anything about it they would have circulated the nmrs as sure as you're alive. Does Bra.ckett know about it?" "Yes, sir." "Wba t did company do for you?" "Oh, the company treated me white." a wonder you didn't strike the Division Superin tendent for a better job than wiper. That's about the worst position in rail way service." "I commenced al the bottom so as to work myself up through the regular channels to engineer." "Without trying to use any pull?" "Yes, sir." "I should think you might get a regular job to fire if you asked for it." "I might. I prefer not to ask. I want my ability to pull me through." "I don't see anything the matter with your firing. It suits me all right." "I'm glad to hear it . I want to please you. If I didn't make good with you I'd probably be turned down as a fire man for some time to come." "Well, I'll give yctu a good send off to the foreman." "Thank you." "Your ambition is to become an engineer, eh?" "Yes, sir." "Well, if you remain on 32 I'll give you all the p o i n ts I can." "I'm much obliged to you "Don't mention it." The engineer looked at the clock in the cab, put up his pipe, and said it wanted a minute or two of one o'clock. Dtiring the afternoon Fred was permitted to take the t h rottle on several occasions. He soon got the hang of the engine, and the stage fright which attacked him when he first touched the throttle and l et the steam i nto the cylinders, gradually wore off, and he coul d soon send the machine ahead, or reverse her, or put on the brake, without getting mixed up. The engineer watched him closely, told him how every thing should be done, and gave him a lot of excellent advice. The afternoon passed swiftly and pleasantly to Fred, who was delighted with his new job, temporary though he believed it was. Finally the engineer ran the locomotive into the round house and tolrl the boy to draw the fire and attend to such duties as fell to the fireman's lot. \Vhen Preu finally left the roundhouse he felt that he bad not only acquitted himself all right, but had acquired a whole lot of experience CHAPTER XII. .AVERTING .A DIS.ASTER. Next morning Freel was told to continue on No. 32. He was glad to clo so, and worked in a congenial atmos phere all day. Abbott, the engineer, contimied to coach him in many ways in the hancJ,ling of a locomotive, so that when quitting time' came the boy felt he had a tolerable accurate knowledge on the subject. On the following day his assignment to 32 was continued, as the regular fireman was .still on the sick list. About eleven o'clock 32 hauled a dozen box cars down the main track to a point opposite the freight house and came to a stop, awaiting orders. Abbott took out his pipe and Fred .got down from the cab to oil up some of the bearings. Having finished that job the boy stopped at the door of the operator's little office at the end of the long shed. 0The operator had just stepped outside and was talking to a man half -way clown the platform. Click! Click click! At the table in front of the window overlooking the tracks, the telegraphic instrument qegan to talk. Click! Click-click! That was the call of the little office, and to Fred's edu cated ears-for this was a branch of railroad service with 11hich he was quite familiar-it sounded unusually sharp and insistent He shouted to the operator, but that individual's back was toward him and be paid no attention to the summons. Click! Click-click! Over and over again the ca.11 kept ringing out. Fred, judging the message to be an important one decided to take i'tr himself. <> He dropped into the operator's chair, seized a pad and then opened up communication with the sender. Then the message came rippling out, in spasmodic jerks, as if the operator at the other was in a state of great excitement. "Urgent-from D. G.-15," it began. Fred jotted the words down, though he did not know any more than the man in the moon what place D. G.-15 was. Then followed the message and it was a startler. "Shed on fire. Two cars of dynamite and one of pow der in immediate danger. Bound to go up unless engine is sent without delay to haul them out. Express, due in 16 minutes, will be blocked unless explosion is averted." At that moment the operator darkened the door. He stared in astonishment at the begrimed figure in

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A START IN. LIFE. 21 overalls and jumper seated before his table writing on the pad. "What the dickens--" he began. Fred looked up and recognized him. "Read!" h e said, s hoving the pad into the astonished operator's hand s "D. G.-15. '!'hat' s Berkeley. What's this?" he cried, as his eyes glanced over the message. 'i Shed on fire. Two cars dynamite and one of powder--" "It just came over the wire," palpitated Fred, his eyes shining with excitement ancl wondering what the opera tor was going to do about it. The man sprang into the chair ju s t vacated by Fred. He called up "D. G.-15" and had the message con firmed. Then he jump ed .for the door, and looked around. "Hey-you!" he shouted to Fred. "Uncouple your en gine from those box cars. Where's Abbott?" The engineer was not in the cab where the boy had last seen him smoking and leaning out 0 the window. "Don't know where he is, sir,'' replied Fred, hastening to uncouple from the s ix1freight cars. The job was finished in half a minute. The operator look e d around in a stew. "Confound the man Where can he have gone? Just when he i s wanted and not a moment to be lost. Can you run an engine?" he jerked out suddenly, looking at the young fireman. "Yes, sir." "Well, I can't wait for Abbott. Get into the cab, chase yourself dcrwn to Berkeley-that's a good ten miles from h ere--and haul out those cars of explosives. You have a clear track before you, but you must get there in ten minutes-understand?" "Yes, sir." Fre d was in the cab w\th his hand on the throttle when he uttered those words. He gave her steam by degrees until he had her hooked up to the last notch and No. 32 going down the road at a 70-mile clip. The n, after a glance ahead, he threw open the furnace door and began tossing in fuel like mad pausing every moment or two to glance out of the window to see that the track ahead was clear. The engine and tender swung from side to side, like a dredger in a gale 0 wind, and Fred with difficulty kept himself steady enough on his feet to flirt the coal into the furnace, the door of which he kept open for increased draught. It was a matter of shovelling coal continuously all the way to Berkeley, with a very delicate, not to say perilous, job ahead, when he reached his destination. The driver s of 32 were :fl.as hing up and down in the sunlight so fast that they resembled nothing so much as spokes of fire, As the locomotive swu n g around a long gentle curve in the line Fred saw a cloud 0 black smoke rising and s pread ing out above a distant line o:f trees. 'l'hat ca.me from Berkeley without a doubt The engine fairly hummed as it slid over the glistening rail s A crossing was reached and passed, and Fred s hivered as he thought what would have been the result if a team had been met there as the locomotive flas hed by unan nounced by whistle or bell. He l e t off a shrill and prolonged whistl e as he approached the line of woods beyond which lay Berkeley sta tion. The clock indicated nine minute s from the Prescott yards. He would do the ten mile s in the allotted t e n minutes all r ight, for his des tination was now scarcely half a mile away. Whiz! The locomotive and tender flew through the wood with another wild and unearthly shriek that awoke the sylvan echoes and frightened the birds. The burning shed bur s t into fuH vi e w a moment later. Half a dozen cars were drawn up close to the platform and the flames were perilously near them In fact the last two cars were actually on fire. A switch tender was standing at the switch holding the siding open so that the expected engine could run right in on the side track without loss of time. Fred shut off steam and gradually applied the brakes. Just then the fire obtained fresh headway and a draught of wind blew a sheet of flame directly across the front 0 the first car. It set a large white paper sign, readable 150 feet away, that was tacked against the end 0 the car. The big letters read "Danger !-Powder!" Fred saw the blazing paper and the words thereon as the fire consumed them. He also saw that the roof of the car was smoking from the heat cast by the blazing shed. It was going to be a mighty close call to save those car s filled with explosives. If he failed to do it that would be the la st of him a.ud the station, which the agent and his assistants were work ing with desperate haste to save by passing a string of 'Yater buckets. Fred, however, was built of the stuff out of which heroes are made. The horrible peril he had to face did not deter him an instant in the execution of his duty. He ran the locomotive right dbwn to the powder car, from the blistered and blackened edge of which only a small section of the danger sig n remained :fl.uttering in the breeze unconsumed. A man was needed to couple the engine to the car, but though Fred called for one not a single employee responded, for as soon as the flames had been seen to shoot at.hwart the powcler car the agent and his helpers had

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22 A ST ART IN LIFE. quickly abandoned their efforts to save the station and fled the vicinity for their lives. The boy's effort to save the cars was therefore rendered twice as difficult a.nd perilous, because he had to lose many valuable seconds trying to couple by himself. He drove the locomotive slowly till he had gauged the distance as closely as he could from his seat in. the cab. Then he stopped, descended to the ground, and ra.n to the pilot. He lifted the heavy coupling bar and found that it l acked several inche s of reaching the coupling socket of the freight car. Fortunately he sa w a piece of wood l ying on the ground close by. With this he was able to prop the bar up on a dead line with the coupling sdcket of the box car. He climbed back into the cab and laying his hand on the throttle opened up just enough to drive the bar home. Then he sprang out, ran along the footboard, l eaned over the pilot and dropped the coupling pin. into its place. !" palpiated Fred. "Now to draw out to safety." But his peril at that moment was at the acute stage The powder car might blow up at any moment, and the detonation would probably set off the dynamite cars, too. The explosion would make a clean s w eep of everything in the immediate locality, down to Lhe very rails and roadbed. The expres::;, too, was almosL clue to pass thaL point, though it wa s probable it would be, or had already been, flagged at the signal tower six miles beyond. Fred fled back to lhe cab for Lhe la s t time, his face blistered by the heal wafted about the locomotive and the cars full of explosive freight from the blazing s h e ds. He shoved the reverse lever from the center clear for ward. Then he grai;ped tho throttle, gave it a pull, and as Lhe steam hissed into the cylinders, the driving whe e l s spu n around with a rush that carried tho engine and cars backward like an arrow shot from a bow. It was hardly a moment before the powder and dynamite cars were beyond the reach of the heat and flame, and speeding toward the open switch. 'l'he rush of air however fanned the smoldering wood work on the encl of the powder car into little spurts of flame. Fred saw them as be shut off steam and brought the engine to a rest within a few feet of tho r;witch, whi c h the tender closed so as to render the main track all right for the express to pass. The boy rushed back along the footborn:d and beat out the :fire with his hat, at the same time calling to the switch tender to bring a couple of buckets of water. The water was hurriedly brought, and the last speck of danger removed. Then Fred, for ,the first time in many minutes, drew a free breath. His heroic work was successfully accomplished-be had saved thousands of dollars worth of the company's prop erty and prevented a tie-up of the road at that point. CHAPTER XIII. THE NEW ENGINEER . As soon as the agent saw that all danger from an explo sion was over, he telegraphed to Signal Tower 14 that the track was clear for the express. In a .few minutes that train came thundering along, only a trifle behind time, and passed the burning freight s h eds with a ru s h and roar, the cat windows alive with curious face s intent on catching a fleet in g g limpse of the :fire. Fred l eft th e locomotive F.till coupl ed to the cal's of explosive s near the switch and Jent a h and to help s ubdu e the fiames near the sta tion itself. The :fire, after destroying the freight shed, burned itself out without extending to th,e passenger station and plat form. Then Fred uncoupled from the box cars and started back for PrescoU aL a slow gait. 'J'hcre was ;i c rowd around lho operator's little office when ihe boy backed 32 inlo the yard, ancl he was given a rousing cheer, for the station had forwarded a statement of his h e roi c conduct unr1er the trying stances AbboU, lookin g a bit fooli sh, was on hand, waiting to rejoin his engine "You've done a big thing for yourself, Stone," he said, when ho Rwtm g himself up into the cab. "The agent at Berkeley wiTocl that not a man living could have clone the job beLtcr. I'm up against it for being away from the cngipc. It will be a ten-day lay off, and so much less pay at Lhe end of the month. I'll bet your days as a wiper are over, and that you'll get a steady job at :firing Of course the boy's thrilling exploit was known from one end of the yard to the other by the time he got back, and while he was eating his dinner in the cab a score of men, who had never spoken to him before, came up and congratulated him on his plucky behavior. Sam was among his visitors, and took a seat facing him. "Say, old chap," he grinned, jumped into uncommon prominence all at once. Let us have your story, will you? There's a whole crowd here that are just hungry for the particulars. All we know is that you performed a wonderful act in getting the powder and dynamite cars at B erke ley out of the yery jaw s of the flames, at the risk of you r life. Tell us how you did it." A dozen men surroun ding the cab pressed eagerly for ward, full of curiosity to hear the particulars of Fred's achievement from his own lips. So h e good naturedly obliged bis audience.

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A START IN LIFE. 23 Bver.v one agreed that he had taken his life in his hands when he coupled on to the cars of explosive material right in the very maw of the fire. And not one of those pre eni doubled that the boy would / be promoted for his gallant conduct. And they were right. Fred was told that night to come the next morning to take a regular job as fireman, while the engineer was laicl off for a week for being absent from his post of cluty On the following morning Fred came to the roundhouse :.it an early hour, for lie knew it was his duty to have his engine ready when the engineer appeared. He sool'r discovered that he was 11ot to go on a yarcl engine, but hacl been s lated for a regular nm on a freight. He wa set to getting engine No 18 ready. 'T'his locomotive was to haul the freight train, which had come in during tn,ea rly morning hour s from Galena, :.iround and over the mountain range to Harrison .Tuncti@, the other terminal point of the Round Top road. As soon as Fred received his orders he climbed into the engi ne and went to work making her r eaily The road was a bit s hy on capab l e engineers and a new man had been employed the day before. He was ordered to take J 8 out, and in due time ap peared at the roundhouse, climbed into the cab without taking particu lar notice of Freel, and began to put on hi>1 overalls and jumper. Freel noticed that he wore a heavy black beard that con cealed three-quarter of his featureR. He also he:.ird the foreman address him aR Blackwell. Fred paid very little attention to him, but kept about hi s work, and had the lo comotive ready whe n Blackwell received hi s R ignal io pull out oL. the (rain i-
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24 A ST ART IN LIFE. you is you're lazy, see? Why don't you get a move on, then p'raps you'll be able to keep the gauge about right." This was adding insult to injury, for Freel had been working like a Trojan for the last thirty minutes, and he showed it by his heated and perspiring face. "It's my opinion you're wasting steam as fast as I make it. You're not cutting off when you should." "Perhaps you think you could run this engine better ?" said Blackwell, sarcastically. "I know one thing,'' retorted Fred, who had been using his eyes during the last few minutes, "I wouldn't keep her hooked up to the notch on the quadrant that you have her hitched to." "Oh, you wouldn't?" grinned new engineer. uN o, I wouldn't You're doing that on pUTpose to make it a ll the harder for me," replied Fred, with some spirit. "Who's runnin' this You or me?" said Black well, angrily "You're to,'' answered Fred, calmly. "Well, con4ound your impudence! If I don't do you up beiore we finish this trip, it won't be for want of tryin' "I'm much obliged to you for your kind intentions, but before you go any further I'd like to know why you've taken a dislike to me from the start? I am not aware that I have done anything to warrant you getting down on me." "I've got my reasons," replied the man in a surly tone. "It's very funny, as I n ever saw you before this morn ing." "It don't make no manner of difference whether you did or not. I don't like your face, and when I don't like a chap's face I always do him up, see?" "I see; but I don't think you'll succeed." "Don't you ? Well, we'll see,'' replied the engineer darkly. "You can report me if you choose; but I'll have some thing to say, too." "What wql you have to say? Do you s'pose anythin' you may say will amount to a brass tag?" "Don't be too confident about that, Mr. Blackwell. You might be tripped up." 1'Yah You make me sick!" i;norted the engineer. He thrust his head out of the window to take a look ahead Fred was looking straight at him at the time, and a singular thing happened. Tlw wind lifted one whole s ide of his black beard from his cheek, showed conclusively that the hair was false "What does that mean?" thought the boy, staring fixedly at the disguised engineer. CHAPTER XIV. 'rHE FIGHT IN TIIE CAB. "What are you lookin' at?" demanded Blackwell with ' a scowl, when he drew in his head, and saw his fireman's eyes fixed in a peculiar manner on his face. "I was looking at that beard you're wea. ring," replied Fred, quietly. "It doesn't seem to fit very well." "What's that?" roared Blackwell, with something almost like an oath. "I was wondering what reason you have :f'or wearing false whiskers." "False whiskers, you young fool!" cried the engineer, glaring at him furiously. Fred did not answer, but resumed the shoveling of coal in to the furnace. Blackwell, after a swift glance ahead, jumped off his seat and grabbing Fred shook his fist in his face. "You sneaking spy, I've a great mind to toss you into the furnace along with the coal!" he cried hoarsely, his eyes snapping like those o.f an angry beast. "What's the matter with you?" demanded Fred. "Are you crazy?" Blackwell's reply was a blow in the face that sent the boy staggering up against the side of the cab. The engineer seized the shovel that had fallen from Fred's hand and raised it, as though it was his intention to brain the lad before he could recover. Swift as a wink Fred dodged and then butted the man in the pit of his stomach. He fell against his seat, and his false beard becoming dislodged dropped to the floor of the cab, revealing to the astonished boy the features oi'. Gibson-one of the men who had been concerned in the attempterl of the afternoon express three months before. The man sprang to his feet with a howl of rage. Realizing that his identity was exposed, he jumped on Fred and tried to bear h.im to the floor but the boy par tially eluded his grip and struck him a swift hook in the jaw, which brought blood. Then the two grappled and staggered around the cab, while the engine went on its way untended, dragging ib:1 long line of cars behind, and passing a crossing without the regulation warning of whistle and bell. There was no small danger that the two would fall through the opening between the cab and the tender, and be dashed to death alongside the road. Gibson's intention was to try and overcome. his young fireman and throw him out of the cab, for how that Fred had identified him the prison yawned before him, unless he could effectually silence the boy. Fred, however, was a tough proposition for any ordinary man to tackle, and Gibson soon found he was making little .. headway in the battle for the supremacy. He changed his tactics then. Releasing his grip somewhat, and falling back on his seat, he suddenly grabbed a good-sized monkey wrench that lay on a shelf at his elbow and tried to smash in the boy's head with it. Fred seized his upraised wrist and prevented the blow from falling. Thus they stood for a moment facing each other-the fire

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26 A START IN LIFE. The stream was a swift mountain one, and the boy was Afte r some consideration Fred decided to follow the borne rapidly away its surface as the train disgorge in a direction opposite to the course of the str eam appeared in the distance. So after resting himself sufliciently he started to make Suddenly he was plunged into impenetrable darkness. his way through the labyrinth of rocks, brushwood and The course of the stream led right through the mounobstructions, which made anything like rapid progress tain range. through the gorge an impossibility. Fred was carried along like a chip, and the best he could It was a wild, lonely ancl toilsome journey that was do was 'to try and keep his head above the water. before him. He couldn't tell at what moment he might be dashed The brown, bush covered s ides of the mountains rose on against a rock or a stony ledge in the gloom which sureithe r hand, their ridges seeming to pierce the very sky rounded him. 'fa r above. Having recovered all his wits, and realized that Gibson In places h e had to climb the obstacle s that lay s cattered had thrown him out of the cab while he was momentarily in his path in order to surmol\nt them. unconscious, he decided that the only course befor e him It was slo. w work penetrating the fastnesses of the Round was to let himself float with the stream, hoping that h e Top range, in some part of which the railroad company might soon come out in the light of day again. was excavating a tunnel to shorten their lin e to Harris on The rush of the seething water was now continually in Junction. his ears, and he could hear it splashing against the rocky After spending several hours in this jungle, the sun sides of the underground passage. appeared in the opening above. throwin g a flood of yellow Had Fred not been an unusually good swimmer, and li ght up and down the ravine. capable of keeping himself afloat for an ind e finit e time, "It must be nearly noon," he said to him self. "It looks even under s11ch disadvantageous circumstances, this trip as if I had an a 11-clay job before me to get out of this through the bowels of the mountain range must have unfrequented region Perhap s 1 may comider myself lucky speedily ended in his death. if I'm not lost in these wild s It will be pretty tough if As it was, there were times when he was more than half night overtakes me be.fore I can get out of this maze." smothered in the spume that wa:,; dashed into hi s face. Yes, that wou1cl certainly be tough luck, and as hour It seemed to him a s if hours passed while h e was making aiter hour passed away, and the boy seemed no near e r the that terrible underground trip, though in reality less than en d of hi s monotonous ancl tiresome journey, it began to twenty minutes e lapsed from the time he began it until he look as if hi s worst fears w e re about to be realized. was vomited far into a deep gorge, whe re once more h e There was nothing for him to do but keep on and trust caught the li ght of day. to luck. Here the stream bounded over rock s and oth e r barriers He was not the kind of boy to be discouraged because that converted it into a foaming tonent. the outlook appeared black. The prospect of being dashed again st one of these obHe gritted his teeth d ete rminedl y and persevered, confistacles nerved Fred to a great effort to reach the bank. dent1y looking forward to an outl et into the civilized coun-He struck out with all his might and :finally succeeded try side. in catching hold of an overhanging dead tree limb. Darlmess came upon him at la st when he reached a cavWith the help of this he pulled himself in safety to the crn -lik e openingin the mountain s ide, and lie sat down in bank and waded out. the g loom and began to consider the of his "Gracious!" he breathed, as he seated himself on a rock situation. to recover his strength. "This has been a :fierce morning's He was footsore and weary, and above all desperately adventure. That scoundrel, Gibson, all but laid me out; hungry. and the mountain stream nearly completed what he did Whil e h e was ruminating in no very happy :frame of not finish. That fellow can have no good purpose in getmind, he sudden l y became conscious of the approach of ting a job on the Round Top road. I don't believe h e had hum an voices. any idea that I was connected with the road until he recog-Two men stepped out of the cave and paused close by. nized me as his fireman in the cab. Ther e i s some oth e r "Well," remaTked one of them, in tones tha t sounded rea son to ac<;ount for his presence on the road. I'd give familiar to ] reel "is everyt hing ready?" something to know what it i s Well, he won't la st any "Yes," replietl his companion. "I have planted the longer than I c an get a chance to wire the president of the dynamite where it IYill do the most good. All that r emain s line. He ll see the inside of :i jail before he's twentyfour iR to touch off the fuse--ii's a fifte en 111inulc o ne-and wdrk hour s older, I'll bet a hat. Th e next thing i s to find out on t ha t tunnel will be brought to a stop for many a day where I am at. Somewhere in the Round Top range, of to come. course. But where? How far from the railway? And in The spcakt'r slruck a match to light a pipe he held b c which direction s hall I turn in order to find my way back tween his lips, nncl, a>i the light fhircc1 up, Fl'C'cl, to hi s gr eat to the lin e with the least delay possible? That's the irnporsmprise, recognized the features of 1\Iorgan and Mr. tant question." Squires. )<'

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.. A START IN LTFE. 27' spot with a fascinated gaze. "It connects with the dyna CHAPTER XVI: CONCLUSION. mite somewhere in the depths of the tunnel. There'll be a terrible explosion presently unless something can be done to prevent it." "Good," remarked Mr. Squires, with fL c huckl e of satis faction. "Then you'd better set a match to the fuse at once and we'll dust out of this without further delay." "All right. That suits me. Just wait a moment till I light this lantern." Fred drew back into the bushes, fearful that the light might betray his presence. "So," he thought, "these two rascals have found another way to get back at the Round Top road. They mean to destroy a seotion of the new tunnel and thus delay that difficult piece of engineering. I wonder if I can't prevent this scheme? It is a pretty serious matter butting single handed against those two chaps, but I to do what I can to save the company loss. I consider that in the line of my duty. There they go back into the cave. I'll just follow them.,, Fred forgot all about his tired feet ancl. empty stomach in the excitement of the moment. Keeping at a respectable distance behind the two men, he followed the lantern light as a guide to their move ments. They proceeded for some distance into the heart of the mountain, and then all at once the light disappeared. "My gracious! Where have they gone?" the boy asked himself, dismayed at finding himself alone in total dark ness. At the imminent risk of discovery, he ran forward as fast as he could until he butted squarely into the face of what appeared to be a rocky wall. He hurriedly felt around in front, only to find the solid rock barring his way. "There must be an opening somewhere," he said, anx iously, "else how could those chaps have vanished right before my eyes?" He remembered he had some matches in hi s pocket. He struck one, and as it flared up he saw a narrow slit in the back wall of the cavern. "That's where they passed through," he cried eagerly, for it. It took him but a moment to worm his way through the narrow break, and then he found himself in the tunnel that the raiiro ad company was excavating through :Round Top mountain. He sank quickly down on his hands and for s carcely a dozen feet away stood Mr. Squires anq Morgan with the lan tern on the ground between them. As he watched them he saw Morgan bend down, open the lantern s lide, take out the bit of candle, ancl hold it down near the ground Pre sently there was a slight :flash, and somet hin g began to s putt e r in the clark, throwing out myriads of tiny sparks. "That's the fuse," palpitated Fred, watching the bright As Fred whispered those words to himself Morgan picked up the lantern and replaced the candle in it. Then the two men hurried away toward the mouth of the tunnel. ' Fred hardly waited for them to get a safe distance away before he made a dash for ihe spark that glowed and crawled away into the gloom. Reaching it he put his heel down on it hard and ground the life out of it. When it lay black and harmless on the ground at his feet, be breathed a sigh of satisfaction and relief. "Now to make my way out of this. As I am now in the tunnel that ought to be plairr sailing in spite of the darkness." He was right in his surmise. He had no difficulty in following the course of the tunnel, and in ten minutes was in the open air with the lights of the workmen's shanties shining before his \eyes. He made his way to the office of the assistant superin tendent of construction, who had charge of the work, and told him about the attempt which had just been made, and which he hacl frustrated, to destroy the work of construction in the tunnel. Fred also exp lained who he was and how he had come to be in that locality. Food was soon before him, which he devoured with' the zest of a starving boy, and when he had satisfied his appetite he led the official and his assistant direct to the spot where the now harmless fuse lay. An investigation disclosed the charges of dynamite so disposed in crevices of the rock that their combined explo sion must have wrought the greatest havoc in the tunnnel, and not only have delayed the work a long time, but have caused the company a large pecuniary loss. The assistant superintendent of construction telegraphed the particulars to the offices of the company at Galena, and asked that a couple of detectives be sent out at once. At Fred's suggestion he also telegraphed to Harrison Junction an order for the arrest of the disguised Gibson, masquerading under the name of Engineer Blackwell. The boy then started to walk to the nea rest station, three miles away, where a passenger local would stop at ten o'clock. A mile away he st ruck the country road just as a wagon, driven by a weather-beaten man, came along. "I say," said "do you mind giving me a lift as far as the cross -roads?" i''Jump up, my hearty," said the voice of Jack Barn s table, and Freel jumped up accordingly. "I see you're a traveling tinker," said the boy, observing the nature of the material in the body of the wagon. "I was, my lad, but I've given it up for good.', "It didn't pay, eh?"

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" 28 A ST ART I N LIFE. It i s n t t ha t I onl y followed t h e business, you see, to c ompan y, s o that h e c ould go to New Y o r k and claim his p a y m y exp e nses whil e I was huntin for my dear old father 's bond s eap n s s on. "You don t say. Was he los t ?" "Yes Lost for good, I m a fe ard At any rate the time is about up in which he could prov e hi s right to a big forH e had no difficulty whate v e r i n getti n g i t, and accom panied the s ailo r to New York whe r e he proved h is i d e n tity and the Trus t Company was appoint e d hi s gua r d ian i n law. He in s i s ted that Jack Barn s tabl e s hould receiv e t h e sum tin. Now the money ll .go to Ee.m ebody else, mor e is the pity. Well, I don e my best to find him, and it ain t my of $10 ,000, as a recognition o f hi s loyalty and t r o u b l e in fault that h e won t into his own. hunting for and finall y findin g hi s dear o ld cap'n's son." "What' s hi s name?' ; a sk e d Fre d curiously When Fred, return e d to P re s cott h e foun d that M r . "His name r e pli e d B arns tabl e s olemnly "is Fred Squires, Gibs on and Mor ga n had b e en c aptur e d and wer e Stone." in the Gal ena jail "Fred Ston e !" ejaculated our h e ro in s urprise. "Why They were subseque ntl y trie d and on Fre d 's e vidence, sent to the State prison for a long term. that's my name." "Yours almo s t shout e d the sa ilor, r e ining in his horse "Did you s a y y our nam e is Fre d Stone?" "I did." "Where do you live?" "I'm living now at Prescott, that is, since I went to work for the railroad c omp a ny, but until three month s a 'go I always lived in Dover villag e." "Dover villag e ?" "Yes. With Mr. P e t e r Grice, th e pos tma s t er." "What. You v e bee n living with Pet e r Grice?" "I have, e v e ry since he took charg e of me when .my mother died twelve yea.rs ago. "Why, I was in Dover thre e months a go, and at Peter Gri ce' s s tore. He s aid he never heard of such a boy as Fred Stone " .That' s very funny," Fred. Jack Barnstable lit a match and held it before Fred 's face. "Why, you' re the very picture of my dear old cap'n. Hurrah! Found at last!" Fred himsel' was highly complimented for savi n g the tunnel from des truction and was presented by the c om pany with another $5,000 check in recognition thereof. The fact that he had earned $11 000 by his pluck and was heir to $90 000 more which would come to h i m whe n he r e ached hi s majority, did not give him a hea d at all. He continued to be the sam e old FrE0. He continued for a year a s fir e man on a freight and was then promoted to a passen ger train Six months later he reached the goal of his ambi t ion, that of engineer. On his twenty-first birthday he married Kittie Clyde, a nd presente d h e r with the dee d to the fin e home they were t o o c cup y in Prescott. Fred howeve r, did not stop at The compan y could not afford to keep such a bright y oung man eve n in charge of their mountain e x pres s long. He was mad e s up erinte ndent of the Round Top Divi s ion, and pro v ed him s elf fully cap a bl e o f d ischa rging the du t i es' of that respon s ibl e pos ition. But to-day he i s still higher, f o r h e is g e n e ral manager of them that P e t e r Gric e was a r a scal a t h e ar t, and was of the road, but i s not too proud to a cknow ledge that a s conspirin g to do hi s half-brother' s son out of his fortune. c ommon wipe r he received hi s START IN LIFE. Explanations that follow e d demonstrat e d the. fact to both Fre d al s o learne d that hi s re a l n a m e w a s Sand s and not Stone. THE END. The boy didn't take the train for Pre scott that night, Read "OUT FOR A MILLION; OR, THE YOUNG but rode back all the way to Dove r in Barn s ta ble's wagon. MIDAS OF WALL STREET," w hi c h will b e the next They arrived about midnight an d put u p a t the village number (66) of "Fame and F o rtun e Weekl y inn. Next morning they present e d thems e lve s at the store, to the great surpris e a nd confusion of the pos tmast e r who when taxed with his treach e ry, threw up hi s hands and confessed his guilt. Fred ha s tened to get leave of absence from the railroad SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any n e w s dealer, s end the pri c e in money or pos ta g e s tamp s by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and .. you will receive the copies you order by return m&il.

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Books Tell You These Everything I .! COMPLETE SET "IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA I Each book consists of sixty-four pages printed on good paper, in cl ear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated rover. Most of the books arn al s o profu se l y illus trated and all o f t h e s ubj ects t r ea t e d upo n a re e xplain e d in s u c h a simpl e manne r that al!Y child can thoroughly understand them. Look ov e r the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjedif meptioned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON llECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CEN'rs EACH, OR A N Y 1'HREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FI V E CENTS. POSTAGE STA.MPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO l\IESMERIZE.-Conta ining the mo s t ap proved methods of mesm e ri s m ; als o how to cure all kinds of diseases by animal magn e ti s m, or, m a gn e tic h ea lin g By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. 1 'PALMISTRY. No. 82. IIOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Conta ining the most ap proved methods of reading the lin e s on the h a nd, t oget h e r with a full explanation of their m e aning. Al s o e xpl a inin g phre nology, and the key for t e lling charac t e r by the bumps on the head. By Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illu strated. HYPNOTISM. No. B3. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in structive information r e garding th e s c i e n ce of hypnotism. Also explaining the mos t appro v e d me t h o d s y;hi r h are e mpl oye d by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete hunting and fis hing guide ever publish e d. It c on tains full in structions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with d e scriptions of g a me and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND B UILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should k n ow how to r o w and s a il a boat. Full instruction are given in th i s litt le book, t ogeth e r wi t h in atructions on swimming and ridi ng, c omp a nion s por t s to boating. No. 47. HOW 'l'O BREAK, RIDE AND DRIV E A HORSE. A compl e te treatise on the horse. ])i,scr i bing the most u se ful hors e s for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipes for diseases pectJ!iar to the hors e. No. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy book for boys, containing full directions for cons t ru cting cano e s and the most popul a1 manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By C. Stansfield !lic ks. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON' S ORACULU M AND DREAM BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human d estiny ; als o t he true meaning of almost any kind of dreams, to ge th e r wi t h charms c e remonies, and curious games of cards. A comp lete boo k No. 23. HOW 1 0 EXPLAIN DilEAi\IS. Ever yb ody dre am s from the little child to the age d man and w oman 'l'his little book gives the explanation to all kin d s of dre am s, t oge t he r wi th lucky and unlucky Jays, and "Na pol e on's Orac ulum th e book o f fate. No. 28. HOW TO 'l'ELL FORTUNES.-Eve r y o n e is d es irous of knowing what.li:is future life will bring forth, wheth e r or misery, wealth or p o verty. You can tell by a glance at this littl e book. Buy one and be convinced. Tell y our own fortune. Tell the fortune of your fri e nds. No. 76. HOW TO 'l'ELL FORTUNES BY THE.l HAND. Containing rul es for telling fortunes by th e aid of lines of th e band, or the sec r e t of Al s o the secr e t of t e llin g future events by aid of mol e s, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. B y A. And e r s on. ATHLETIC. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME A N ATHLETE.-Giv ing full in struction for the u s e of dumb b ells, Ind i a n clubs, par alle l b a rs, horizontal bars and various o t h e r m etho ds of de v e l opin g a good, healthy muscle; contain i ng ov e r s ix t y illu strati o n s Every boy can become strong anJ healthy by following th e i n s t ru c ti ons contain e d in this littl e book. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of s e lf -de f e n s e made easy. Containing o ver thirty il.Justrat i o n s o f guard s blow s and t h e dilf e r ent positi ons of a good box e r. Ever y \Jo y sho uld o btai n one of these u se ful and in s tructive books, a s it wi ll t eac h you how to box without an in s t ru c t o r. No. 25. IIOW TO BECOl\IE A GYMNAST.-Co n t ainf n g full instruc ti o ns for all kin d s of g y mnas ti c s p o r ts a nd a thl e t ic ex e r c i ses Embrac ing th i r ty fi\ e illustrations. B y Professo r w. l\:la c donald. A handy and u s e ful book. No. 34. HOW 'l'O FENC E .-Containing f u ll in struc ti o n for fencing and th e u se of the broa d sw o r J ; als o in s t r u ctio n in a r c h e r y Describ e d with twe nty-one prac ti c al illu stratio n s, giving the bes t positions in fencing. A compl e te book. TRICKS WITH CARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing explanations of the general princ ipl es of sle i g h tof-h a nd a pplic able to card tricks; of card tric ks wi t h ordinary card s, and not r equiring 1leight-of-hand; of tricks involving sl e i ght-ofh a nd, or the u s e of llPllCially prepared cards. Bu Professor Haffner. Illustrate d No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracing all of the latest and most deceptive card tric ks, with il Jw;trations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.Containing deceptive Card Tric ks as performed by leading conjurors and magicians. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tric k s cont ining full instruction on all the l e ading card tric ks of th e day, al s o the mo s t popular magi cal illusions as perform e d by our leading magi cians; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as it will both amuse and instruc t. No .. 22 HOW TO DO SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ sight explam e d bJ'. his form e r ass i stant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how th e se c r e t dialogues were carried on between the magi cian and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only aut h e ntic explanation of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the grandest assortm ent of mag ical illusions ev e r placed before the public Al s o tricks wi t h cards. in cantations, etc No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL 'l'lUCKS.-Containing over one hundre d highly amusing and instruc tive tricks with chemicals By A. And e rs o n. H a ndsomely illu stra t ed. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over of the lates t and tricks u se d by magi c ians. Also oontain mg _the s ec r e t of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No .. 70. HOW '.1'0 MA;KE MA GIC full direc ti ons for makmg l\:lagic 1'oys and devices of many kinds By A. And e i son Fufly illusttated. No. 73 HOW TO DO TRICKS WITHNUMBERS.-Showing many curious with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. Anders o n. Fully illustrated. .No. 7 .5. HO\y TO A CONJUROR. -Containing tric ks with Dommo s Di c e, Cups anJ Balls, liata, etc. Embracinr thirtys ix illustrations. By A And e rson. No. 78. HOW TO DO THE BLACK ART.-Contalning a com. plete d e s c ription of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand, to geth e r with many wonderful experiments. By' A. Anderson. Illustrated. MECHANICAL. No. 29. HOW TO BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every boy s hould know h<>w inventions originated. This book explains them all, in electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pn e umati c s mechamcs, etc The mo s t instructive book publish ed. No. HOW TO AN ENGINEER.-Containlng full mstruc tions how to proceed rn order to bec ome a locomotive en gin eer; als o directions for building a model locomotive; together with a full description of everything an engineer should know. No. 57. HOW TO MAKE INSTRUMENTS.-Full dire c tion s how to.make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, }Eolian Harp, Xyle>ph .,ne and oth e r musi cal ins t rum e n ts; tog ether wi t h a brief de sc ription of nearly every musi cal instrument u se d in ancient or mod ern times. Profusely illu s trated. By Algern o n S. Fitzgerald, for twen t y years bandmaste r of th e Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing a d escriptio n of the lante rn, toge ther with i t s history and invention. Al s o full direct ions for i t s use and for painting slides. Handsomely illu strate d. By John All e n. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Contalnlnc complete instruc tions for p e rforming over sixty Mechanical Tricks. B y A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING. No. 11. ROW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, a nd wh e n to u se th em, gi v ing s p ec im e n l ette rs for y oung and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES.-Giving c omplet e in struc tions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects;. al s o l e t te r s o f intro du c ti o n. notes and requ es ts. No. 24. HOW 'l 'C> WRITE LETTERS 'il'O C on tai n ing full direct ions for writing to g entle men on all subjects; al s o g ivin g samp l e l ette r s for instruction No. 53 IIOW 1'0 WRITE LE1'TERS.-A wonderful little boo k t e llin g yo u how to write to your sweetheart, your father, m o th e r s i ste r broth e r employer; and, in fact, ev e rybody and any body y ou wi s h to write t o Every young man and every young l ady in the land s'hould have this book. No. 74 HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Contai n i ng full in struc tions for writing letters <>n almost any subject; als o rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters. i

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THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS m' NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jok es used by the m'?st famous men. No amateur minstrels is complete wilhout this wonderful little book. No .. THE OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER. Contammg a vaned assortment of stump speeches Negro Dutch and Irish. Also end men's jokes. Just the thing home' amuse ment and amateur shows No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKlll Blt stmple and manne r possible No. 49. _HOW TO DEBATE.-Gi ving rule$ for conducting de bates, outlmes for debate11, questions for discussion and the bed sources for procuring infof:'mation on the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIR'l.'.-The arts and wiles of flirtation aN fully explained by this little book. B es ides the various methods of ha.r.dkerchief., fan, glove, pJlrasol, window and hat. flirtation, it c on tams a full list of the language and sentiment of flowers which 11 in_te resting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happJ without one. No. 4. HOW 'l' O DANCE is the title of a n e w and handsome little book just issued by Frank Tousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dauring, etiquette in the ball-room nnd nt parties. how to and full directions for calling off in all popular square dances. No. 5 HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to love, and marriage, giving sensib l e advice, rules nnd etiquette to be obsen-ed, IV ith many curious and interesti ng things not gen erally known. No. li. ROW '.rO DRESS.-Contaiuing full instrttction in the art of dressing and appear.ing well at home and abroad, giving the selections of co lors, material. and how to han' them made up. No. 18. HOW '.fO EECOi\IE BEAUTIFOL.-One of the brightest and mos t valuable little books Pver given l.o the world. Everybody wishes to know how to b ecome beautiful, both male and female. The sPcret is s i mple, and almost cost less. Read this book and be convinc e d how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BmDS.-Handsomely illustrated and containing full instructions for the management and training of the canary. mockingbird, bobolink. blackbird. paroquet. ran:ot, etc. No. 8\l. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POtlT/l'Iff. P
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WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY A COMPLETE STORY EVERY VVEEK Price 5 Cents BY THE BEST AUTHORS Price 5 Cents _.HANDSOME ILLUSTRATED COVERS 32-PAGES OF READING MATTER ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY -wa Interesting Stories of Adventure in All Parts of the World . ...TAKE NOTICE! -.m This handsome weekly contains intensely interesting stories of adventure on a great variety of subjects Each number is r e plete with rousing situations and lively incidents. The heroes are bright, manly fellows, who overcome all obstacles by sheer force of brains and grit and win well-merited success. We have secured a .., ) ) ) of new authors, who write these stories in a manner which will be a source of pleasure and profit to the reader. Each number has a handsome colored illustration made by the most expert artists. Large sums of money are being spent to make this one of the best weeklies ever pubiished. C I) >< c) I I) ALREADY PUBLISHED: 1 lilmashlng the Auto Record ; or, Bart Wilson at the Speed Lever. By Edward N Fox 2 Off the Ticker; or, Fate at a Moment's N oti ce. By Tom Dawson. 8 From Cadet t o Captain; or, Dick Danford' s West Point Nerve. By Lieut. J J Barry. 4 The Get-Th e r e Bo ys; or, Making (['biogs Hum in Honduras. By Fred Warburton. 5 Written In Cipher; or, The Skein Jac k Barry Unravelled. By Prof. Oliver Owens. 6 'll'he No-Good Boys; or, Downing a Tough Name. By A. Howard De Witt. 'i' Kicked off the Earth ; or, Ted Trim' s Hard Luck Cure. By Rob Roy. 8 Doing It Quick; or, Ike Brown' s Hustle at Panama. By Captain Hawthorn, U. S N. v ID the 'Frisco Earthquake; or, Bob Brag' s Day of Terror. By Prof. Oliver Owens. 10 We, Us & Co. ; or, Seeing Lite with a Vaudeville Show By Edward N Fox. 11 Cut an Officer; or, Corporal Ted In the Philippines. By Lieut. J. J. Barry. \ 12 A Fool for Luc k ; or, The Boy Who '! 'urned Boss. By Fred War burton. 13 The Great Gaul "Beat" ; or, Phil Winston's Start in Reporting. By A. Howard De Witt. 14 Out for Gold ; or, '.rbe Boy "'1ho Knew the Difference. By Tom Dawson. 15 The Boy Who Balked ; or, Bob Brisbane' s Big Kick. By Frank 16 Slicker tban Silk; or, The Smoothest Boy Alive. By Rob Roy. 17 The Keg of Diamonds; or, After the Treasure of the Caliphs. By Tom Dawson. 18 Sandow, Junior; or, The Boy Who Looked Puny. By Prof. Oliver Owens 19 Won by Bluff; or, Jac k Mason s Marble Face. .By Frank Irving. 20 On the Lobster Shift; or, 11.'he Herald' s liltar Reporter. By A Howard De Witt. 21 Under the Vendetta' s Steel; or, A Yankee Boy In Corsica. By Lieut. J. J. Barry. 22 Too Green to Burn; or. The Luc}! of Being a Boy. By Rob Roy 23 In Fool's Paradise; or, The Boy Who Had Things Easy. By Psed Warburton. 24 One Boy in a Million ; or, The Trick That Paid. By Edward N Fo:t 25 In Spite of Himself; or, Serving the Russian Police. By Prof. Oliver Owens 26 Kicked Into J,uck ; or, The Way Nate Got The re. By Rob Roy. 27 The Prince of Opals ; or, The Man-Trap of Death Valley By A Howard De Witt. 2'8 Living In His Hat; or, The Wide World His Home By Edwar d N. Fo:t 29 All for President Diaz; or, A Hot Time In Mexico By Lieut. J J Barry. 30 The Easiest Ever ; or, How Tom Filled a Money Barrel. By Capt. Hawthorn, U. S. N 31 In the Sultan' s Eye ; or, Beating the Porte' s Game. By Tom Dawson. 32 The Crater of Gold ; or, Di c k Hope s Find In the Philippines. By Fred Warburton. 3S At the Top of the Heap; or, Daring to CaltHie Soul His Own. By Rob Roy. 34 A Lemon for Hie; or. Nat's Corner in Gold Bricks. By Edward N Fox 35 By the Mikado s Order; or, Ted Terrill's "Win Out" in Japan. B,y Lieut: J. J. Barry. 36 HislJ:Witt.ae Dennie;or, TheLuckotaGreenlrishBoy. By A. Howard 37 Volunteer Fred; or, From Fireman to Ohief By Robert Lennox 38 Neptune No. l; or, 'l'he Volunteer Fire Boye of Blaokton. By Robert Lennox F o r sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in ;,_oney or postage stamps, by PBANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. I F YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our libraries and cannot procure them from they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and till in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by r e turn mail. POSTAGE TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..... . . . . . . . FRANK TOUSE.Y, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. ......................... 190 DEAR SmEnelosed find. . . cents for whieh please send me: ... copies of FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ..................... ... . " WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos ....................................... .. . . " WORK AND WIN, NOS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .... 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Fame and Fortune W .eekly I STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MAD E MAN 3 2 Pages of Reading Matter A new one issued every Friday Handsome Colore4 Covers Price 5 cents a copy This weekl y contain s interesting stories o f s mart b oys who win fa m e and for tune b y t h e i r ability to tak e a dvantage or passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on tru e i nciden t s in t h e lives o f o u r m os t s uc cessful s elf-made men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseveran ce and brains can beeo m e famo u s and wealth y E v ery one o f this s eries,, contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Week l y a magazin e for t h e h o m e although eac h i s replete with exciting adve ntures. T h e stories a r e t h e v ery b es t obtainab le, the illustrations a r e b y exp ert artists. and:, every effort is co nstantly be ing made t o make i t the b es t week l y o n t h e n e ws stands. Tell your friends about i t. ALREAD Y PUBLISHED 1 A Lucky Deal ; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Boru to Good Luc k ; or, The Boy Who Succee d e d. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a C h icago Boy Did the Trick. 4 A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The C leverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Rai l road; or, The Young Contractors of Lakeview 7 Winning' His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green Rive r 8 'l'be Wheel of Fortune ; or, The Record of a S elf-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or. The Boys Who Worke d a D e s erte d Mine 11 A Lucky Penny; or The l'ortunes of a Boston B oy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boy's Start in L i fe. 13 Baiting the B ears; or, The N erviest Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not b e Downed. 15 A Streak of 'Luck ; or, The Boy Who Feathered His N est. 16 A Good Thing; o r The Boy Who M a d e a l A Born S peculator; or, The Young Sphinx of Wall Street 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got The r e. :n Strnck Oil; or. The Boy Who Made a Ili on. 28 A Golden Risk : or, Tbe Youna Miners of Della Cruz. 21.J A Sure Winner; or. The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. 30 Golden Fleece : or. The Boy Brokers of '\\'all Street. 31 A :\Iad Cap Scheme: or, The Boy Treasure Hunte r s of Cocos Island 32 Adrift on the '\\'orld ; or, Working His \\av to Fortuue. 33 !'laying to Win ; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy in the World. 3 7 Beating tbe Brokers; or, Tbe Boy Wbo "Couldn't be Done 38 A. Rolling Stone; or, T h e Brightest Boy on Record 39 ""ever Say D ie; or, The Young Surveyor of Happy Valle y. \ 40 A lmost a Man; or, Winnin g His Way to t h e Top. 41 M oss of the Market; o r T h e Greatest Boy in Wall S t r ee t 42 T h e Chance of His L ife; or, 'l'h e Yo ung Pilot of Crystal Lak e. 43 Strtvlng for li' o rtune; or, From Bell-Boy to Mil lionaire. 4-! Out tor Business; or, The Smartest Boy in Town. 45 A Fa"\'orite of l'ortune; o r Striking It Rieb i n Wall StL:eet 46 Through Thick and Thin; or, The Adventures of a Smar t lloy. 47 Doing H i s Level Best; o r Working His Way Up. 48 A lways o n Deck; or, T h e Boy Who Mad e His Mark. 4\l A Mint of l\Ioney: or. Tbe '.loung Wall Stree t B roker. 50 The Ladder of Fame: or From Ofllce Boy to Senator. 5 1 On the Square; or, The S uccess of an Honest Boy. 52 After a Fortune; or, T h e Pluckiest Boy in the W e st. 53 Winning the Dollars; or. 'l'be Young Wonder of W a ll Street 54 Making His Mark; or, The Boy Who Became President. 55 Heir to a Million; o r The Boy Who Was Born Lucky. ,'\fl Lost ;n t b0 Andes: or. Tbe Treasure of the Burie d City 5 7 On His Mettle; or, A Plucky Boy in Wall Street. 5 A Lucky Chance; or, Taking Fortune on the Wing. 59 The Road to Succes s ; or, The Career of a Fortunate Boy 60 Chasing Pointers; or, T h e Luckiest Boy in Wall Street. 61 Rising in the World ; or, From Factory Boy to Manager 62 From Dark to Dawn; o r A Poor Boy's C hance. 63 Out for Himself; or, Paving His Way to Fortu ne. 64 Diamond Cut Diamond ; o r T h e Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 6n A Start i n Life; or, A Bright Boy's Ambition. 66 OuL tor a Million; o r T h e Young Midas o f \ \'all Street. 34 Tatters: or, A Boy from the Slums. I 36 Won by Pluck ; or, Tbe Boys Who Ran a Railroad a 1 For sal e b y a ll newsdeale r s, o r will b e sent to any addr ess o n r eceipt of price, 5 cen t s per copy, in money or postage stamps, iiJy r FRANK TOUSEY. 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