An eye to business, or, The boy who was not asleep

An eye to business, or, The boy who was not asleep

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OYS M Then aomething the boy lfa.d not calcula t'3d on happened. The ladder snapped in two his weight. As Travers came tumbling to the floor he caught sight of several gr9tesque figures rising from behind the sheltei of the empty barrels.


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2 .AN EYB TO B USINESS Tom was a gen e ra l favorite wiih ih e girh ; o f t h e towh but h e tho ught more of Patty P e nrose, a s weet littl e o rphan who had been brought. up b y one Nathan Kemp and hi s m aid e n si s ter than a ll th e oth e r s put t o g ethe r P atty led a bitte r hard life of it in the E'.emp household, a nd h e r unenviab l e l o t s trong l y appealed to Tom 's chi valri c nature. M ore tha n once he had interfered in h e r b e half whe n Nat han Kemp h ad abu sed the gir l on t h e street, and had thus incurred the r o ot e d dislike of that. sou r v i saged i n cli vidual. Mr. Kemp h a d cau t ion e d Patty not to have anything more to do with Tom T raver s o n the pain of a s ound beat in g to be ad m inister e d by h is s i s te r ; but i n s pite of hiis threat, emphasized by certa i n r emarks from Miss Prisci11a K e mp, s he f elt l oat h to give llp a frie ndshi p th a t was. the deare s t thin g in all t h e w o rl d t o h e r On the afte r n o o n of t h e day our s tory opens, Patty, after washin g a ll t h e morning, set t o work to iron the cloth e s s h e t o o k off the l i n e in the yarc1. She h a d a lmos t fini s hed ihe work, whe n she accidentally buhied the corne r of one of Miss Pri s cilla's handkerchief s The maide n i ady, bein g in a pa r ti c ularly b a d that clay) a t tacke d t h e girl i n a savage way and drove h e r from the hou se. P atty fled down the road, and befor e she r e aliz e d how fa r she h acl gon e was i n the neighborhood of Harding 's smi t h y Sh e sa w Tom Travers stan d ing in the doorway, and in s tinctiv e l y s h e r a n t o h im for pro tection H e g re ete d h e r w i t h t he words that open this chapter P atty looked a t him wit h swimmi n g eyes and then buried h e r 'face in h e r apro n. Don't c r y P atty, sa id T om, sooth in g l y "It j u s t m akes me m ad to thi nk of the way the Kemp s treat you They o u g h t t o be ashamed of themse lves b u t it doesn't seem to b e in t h em. I w i s h y o u' d pack up your things and leav e th.em. M o t h e r a nd Si s would b e g l ad to take you u ntil you g ot a decent p l a c e." "I c a n t leave them, indeed I can't sobbed the g irl. '"Miss Pris cilla w o uld k ill me if s he t hought I had any s u c h idea." "Ho!" excl aimed Tom, :in a r esol ute tone. "If you l ef t t h e m I'd like to see M r K e mp or his s i s ter dare to inte r fere wit h y ol i You r e fooli s h to p u t up with their abu se. They hav en't a n y h o ld o n you. "They, took me from the poor farm, and Mr K e mp says if I dare to l eave them he ll have me put in th e loc k up "He said that, did lie? H e couldn t do an y s u c h thing." "He says he raised m e from a littl e g irl, boarded and clot h ed me, and s errt m e to s c h ool, and that the law gives him power over me till I'm eighteen, at any rate." "It' s fat board and a h e althy lot of clothes h e's giv e n you accor di n g t o your own You'v e earn e d the littl e y o u 've received t e n tim e s ove r, for y o u're li t tl e b ette r t h a n a sla .ve. As to education, I'll b e t h e'd h ave cut that i f he h ad dared The law say s you hav e to go to school s o l o ng, ancl con,:cqucnLly h e did n t da r e p revenL you goin g It would give m e a h e ap of sat isiacLi o n to hand N a than K e mp a fir sL-c ]ass dressin g-clown, a nd I'd clo it, o nl y I don't c are io be arre s l c d arid put in the lock-up for ass ault a n d batt e ry." At that n1omd:nt 'rom happ e nin g to g lance llp the road saw Nathan K emp approachin g at a rapid g ai t The boy didn t know wheth e r the man had seen Patty talking to him, as h e was s t a nding b e tween the g irl a n d h e r tyrant, but he dec ided to hid e her in side th e s mith y from his prying eyes in cas e h e cam e up to the place. "Come in s ide, Patty, he sai d, takin g h e r by the arm "No, no; I must g o b a ck." "I wouldn't advi s e you to g o ba c k yet for Mr Kemp i s c oming down the road as fa F t as b e can and h e would prob ably make your r eturn journ e y mi ghty unpleasant." "Hide m e," she crie d in a ton e of t e rror, into the s hop "Don' t l e t him see m e ." "I won' t if I can help it," h e repli e d reassuring l y "It's g eltin g dark, a:d th at's in y our favor H e rc, hid e in tha t da rk corner b e hind the forge You ll be s a fe ther e if yon don't move J a ck H ar din g a bi g s trappin g hand some fellow, with mus cles fitt e d t o hi s c alling, a h a rd work e r, thrifty and kind hearted, was b e atin g out a bit of g lowin g iron on the a nvi l. He l a u g h e d as h e saw P alty fly behind the for ge and easily guessed the cause t ha t promp te d thea c tion. Both h e a nd T o m h a d oft e n t a lk e d about th e p r etty y oun g or p han, and wonde r e d why s h e didn't give Nathan K e mp and hi s vira g o of a s i s t e r the s h ake. A s P atty di s app e ar e d, and Tom, to furthe r s hie l d her, took hold of the loose h a ndle of t h e b ello w s and began to work i t up anc1 Clown, the Barmouth fire b e ll began to ring 1 n o t an alarm, but a m erry peal and the s ound was imme cli a t e l y t a k e n up b y the chur c h h e ll s ::mc1 s oon the early evenin g air qu i v e r e d with their b razen t hroat s This was the Barmouth cu t o m o f u s h ering in the Fourth of July a nd it was soon follow e d b y s undry sharp reports, m e llow e d by di s t a n ce, s howin g that Youn g .America was wakin g up to th e respon s ibilitie s of the occ a sion. It was a t thi s moment tha t a s mall man wit h a smoo thl y face a n d unpr epossessin g c a s t of c ounte nance, ap pear e d at th e doorwa y Ile w o re a tig ht-fittin g snit o f som e d ark mate rial, rather ru s ty lookin g and his t a ll hat was of the fashion of ten year s b e for e He mi ght hav e b<:!e n t a k e n for a l a wyer who was no t pro s p e rous, or a s t ore keep e r o n t h e r agge d e dge o f adve r sity o r a life in sura nce a ncl real est a t e agent tro ubl e d with chronic uyspep i a ; bnt N athan K emp wasn't a n:v of these. 1\Ir. K emp was secr e t a r y of a Boston associa tion which maint a in e d a fu n d for prov i din g t h e heath e n with .tendin g to th e ir s piritual and bodil y welfare H e w ent to the metr o poli s th ree o r f our times a week with unfailin g r e gu l a r ity, and though he looked poor he


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 3 "as not, for everybody in Barmouth knew that h e had a fat balance in the town bank. He stood for a moment in the doorway glaring at Jack Harding and Tom Travers, both of whom he cordially de tested. The young b l acksmith dropped his arms to his sides and returned the comp lim ent by sta ring with right good will at 11im. "Good evening, Mr. Kemp," Jack, chee ril y I suppo e that you are prepared to enjoy our national holiday with the rest of us?" "I enjoy a holiday?" retorted Nathan Kemp, sourly. "No! I have no time for suc h foolery." f "You might do worse," Harding observed. "I wish I could have the whole clay lo myself, but I have such a of work on liancl that I'll be busy most of the morning, at any rate." "It will keep you out of mischief ancl put money in your pocket," replied the vi;;ilor, crusti l y "Listen to the bells! 'J'he bed l arnites who pull tlw ro1 es ought lo be flogged for making such an unearthly racket. Bah! I have no patience with s u c h nonsense." "For my own part, I love the sound of the bells," replied Jack. "'['hey han' hon0:;i tongues ancl never lie. To-night they are telling us of a nation freed from the yoke of tyranny over a hunclred years ago-a nation which to-clay is the greatci::t an

4 AN EYE TO BUSINESS. life, if I do go to jail for it," said the boy in a tone that showed he meant every word he spoke. "No, Tom, you mustn't get into trouble on my account," said a sweet voice at his shoulder, and turning h e sa w Patty s tanding there with a look of gratitude s hining in her eyes. "Patty," s aid Torn, "you heard what Mr. Kemp said?" "Every word," with a little shudder. "You know what you've got to expect if you go back. You mustn't go back." Patty shook her head sadly. "How can I avoid it?" she asked plaintively. "No mat ter where I might go, he would come after me and compel me---'' "I'd like to see him compel you," burst out the boy. "No, no, Tom, you mustn t interfere-indeed you mustn't," begged the girl. "It would make me dreadfully unhappy if you got into a ny trouble on my account." "I can't help it. Those Kemps have sat on you long enough." "I'll tell you what you might do," said Jack. "I don't believe that Nathan Kemp has any legal claim on Patty. She; could go and stay at your house until the day after the Fourth. Then you could go to the magistrate and have Mr. Kemp cited to appear befor e him to show cause why he shouldn't be put under bonds to treat the girl dec. ently, or give up all claim to her services. 1 Patty would tell her story I think the Kemps would look pretty small before the public." "That's a idea," said Tom, eagerly. "Will you do that, Patty?" "I don't know," she ans wered doubtfully. "I'm afraid--" "You don't want to be afraid o.f anything. You've got Jack and me nt your back, and Mr. Kemp won't dare make any troubl e for you. 1 he tried to, well, say, we wouldn't clo a thing to h:111." Finally Patty, who was clearly afraid to return to the Kemp home, was persuaded to agree to the propo s al sug gested by the young blacksmith, and shortly afterward she accompan'ied Tom to his mother's, where she was kindly received by Mrs. Travers and Dora, who had long felt a great sympathy for the friendless girl. That night after s upper it was agreed that Patty s hould make her home with them if an arrangement could be forced upon Nathan Kemp and his s ister. Tom wa s tickled to death to think that Patty Penrose was probably going to make her home at the cottage. In that event he would be able to see ancl talk to her every day, and take her out sailing with him in the Sea drift, and for walks during the long s ummer evenings. While picturing the fine times they were going to have together he fell a s leep and dreamed that he and Patty were sailing around the world togetl!er in the boat, with nothing in sight but the light blue sky and deep blue sea. A series of deafening explosions aroused him suddenly, to find that it was morning and that the Fourth of July had come. Tom popped out of bed and looked out of the window. There were several of hi s Academy schoolmates outside in the backyard amusing themselves by tossing giant fire crackers ju s t under his window. "Hello, fellows I" cried Tom. "What time is it?" "Five o'clock. Get up and come down." So Tom dressed himself in a hurry, made a ha sty toilet, and joined his friends. He bad a box full of giant crackers himself stowed away in the woodshed. Getting them, he started off with his companions for the public square called the green. For the next two hours the Barmouth green was a scene of smoke, noise and general excitement. By that time nearly all the boys had exhausted their sup ply of explosives, and the fun had come to a pause until they bad had their breakfasts and tquched their parents for extra money to buy a fresh outfit. Tom started for the cottage in company with a boy named Downey Davis, who lived n e ar him. "I see the Night Hawks have turned up again.," said Downey, a s they walked along. "Who told you?" asked Tom. "Constable Spriggins was talking to my father about them last evening. He said they broke into Stansbury postoffice the other night and carried off all the stamps there was in the place, as well as looting the store They came and went-four of them-in a red auto. On the next night Deacon White's house was entered and robbed of a lot of silverware and jewelry. It must have been the same gang, for four men, disguised with green birds' heads, were seen crossing the bridge in a red motor car." I thought they'd gone away for good from the neigh borhood after the reward was offered for their capture three months ago." "That's what everybody thought, I guess. They s ud denly disappeared, and that was the la s t heard of them until the Stansbury post-office was robbed." 'I s uppose they re a gang of Boston c rook s ." "They may be from New York, for all we know." "That's right, too," nodd e d Tom l'l wonder why they wear green birds' heads?" "As a disguise, of course ." I s hould think masks would an s wer ever so much better." "That's their business." "What do you s'pose those heads are made of?" "Papier-mnche, I guess. That's what they make those funny heads of they use in spectacular pieces on the stage "Is that so?" said Downey Davis. "What is papier mache, anyway?" "It's a hard substance made of a pulp from rags or paper mixed with glue or size. In its soft state you can form it into any kind of shape you want to by means of molds. A fter it gets hard it retains its shape like plaster of paris." The two boys separated at the gate of the Travers cot-. tage, and Tom went around to the kitchen entrance


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. Patty, looking uncommonly fresh and pretty, was mak ing herself generally useful in the kitchen. "Hello, Patty," exclaimed Tom. "You look sweet enough to kiss this morning." Patty blushed like a full blown rose and escaped into the dining room, where Tom found his mother arid sister, and breakfast almost ready. "Say, Patty," asked 'rom,' during the meal, "have you ever had trouLle with the milk at the Kemps'?" "Sometimes, when the weather had been extra hot, or after a thunder-storm." "Why did you ask s uch a foolish question as that, Tom?" asked his sister "Well, I thought probably every time Miss Priscilla Kemp look ed at it it turned sour." Patty laughed outright, while Mrs. Travers and Dom smiled. \ They had just finished when there caJne a vigorous ring at the door-bell. "I wonder who that can be?" asked Dora. Patty looked apprehensive. "Mavbe it's the old villain himself," sa id Tom. old who?" exclaimed his sister .. "We own her services until she is eighteen-that's the law," replied the visitor, in a tone calculated to impress his hearers. "Patty says that s he is not happy at your house, Mr. Kemp." "It makes l ittle difference to us what she says, madam. If you knew her as well as we do you would take little notice of her words But I have no time to spare. Come with me_, girl." Patty turned and ru shed out of the room. She had resolved to go to prison rather than go back to the Kemps. / I CHAPTER IIF. HERMIT ISLAND. "Madam," said Nathan Kemp, "I'll have to trouble you to bring that girl back." "I am afraid she has det'irmined not to return to your house," replied Mrs. Travers. "If she doesn't r et urn voluntarily I shall get a constable to fetch her," sai d Mr. Kemp, angrily. "Nathan Kemp." "If you do that she will certainly appeal to a magisDora answered the ring, and sure enough there on the trate." doorstep stood Mr. Kemp, his face lqokin g like three days "A magistrate, madam!" exclaimed Nathan Kemp, of rainy weather. aghast. "Is Patty Penrose here?" he asked sourly. "Yes She says that both you an d your sister ba ve treat She is/' answered D'ora. ed her harshly, and she showed me last night mark s on her "Then send her to me, please." back which she sa.ys your s ist er inflicted with a heavy strap "Will you walk into the parlor?" If she takes her case b efore a ju stice, Mr. Kemp, you w ill "I have no time to spare," he replied sulki l y have to appear in court to try and refute her statement. "I will tell Patty you have called for her. Please walk If the magistrate believes her story you will not be abl e to in while I go for 1 1er." force h e r to return to your ho11f'c. Now, I think the easiest Rather against his will, Nathan Kemp complied, and way is the best for all parties. Let Patty--" was shown into the little parlor, which was ornamented "Madam," inte rrupted Nathan Kemp, boiling over with with family portraits, marine paintings, ancl c urio s ities of wrath, "I don't wish any advjce on the subject I will all kinds from the South Seas that Captain E z ra Travers send a con s table here to fetch her. If she dares talk magishad gathered during his many year s of s eafarin g life. trate to us, I'll fix her, the minx!" After some delay Mrs. Travers entered the r oom with He stalked to the door, followed by Mrs. Travers, and, Patty, Tom hovering on the outside. having passed out, turned his steps toward the residence Nathan ]{emp jump ed to his feet and g lared at the tremof Constable Spriggins, for he knew that official would not bling gir l. be at hi s office in the comthouse that day. "How dare you stay aW8rY from all night?" he de-For fear that the constable would come after Patty, Tom maJ:tded in a suppressed tone. "Miss Priscilla is very ang ry decided to take her -down the bay in bis boat. with you and sent me to bring you back. Come, we will go." The girl agreed to go with him so Dora put up a lunch Patty shrank away from him for t hem, and they left the house about nine o'clock. "I don't want to go back." Tom to go to Deer Island, some eight miles distant "I don't care what you want," be said threateningly. from Barmoutb, anyway, l ate in the afternoon, to bring "You will hav e to answer for your conduct when yop. get back a party he had taken there the morning previous to back." spend a day and a half camping out on that picturesque "You are only frightening the girl," interposed Mrs. island. Traver s "Isn't it a lovely day?" exclaimed Patty, as she steppe d "Madam," replied Nathan Kemp, "the girl b e longs to on board of the Seadrift. us." "Bang up, especially on the water There's just. enough "You speak as if you thought you owned her," replied weight in the breeze to make the boat put } best foot for-Tom's mother, gently ward," replied Tom. --


6 AN EYE T O BUSINESS. "Are you going down to Deer Island?" "Not right away. I've got to be there at four o'clock, so as to land the gentlemen tin Barmouth in time to catch the 6.10 train for Boston." Tom hoisted the sail and then cast off from the wharf. He headed for a small wooded island about two miles off shore. "That's where Old Robinson Crusoe lived for so many I years," said Torn, pointing the island out to "Who was Old Robinson Crusoe?'"' Patty asked in sur prise "He was an old chap who took possession of an unfin ished building that some hotel man started to put up on the island as a select inn for summer board e rs, but some how the scheme fell through and the house was never fin ished. The old fellow fitted up a pqrtion of the lower story to suit himself, and dwelt there all alone for several years, and then disappeared as suddenly as he turned up. The boys nicknamed him Old Robinson Crusoe." "Ip the house there yet?"" asked Patty, with great in tere st. ,,"Sure it is-exactly as he left it." "1 should like to >iee it." ''I'll take you ashore and show it to you. We can stay on the island until it is time for me to start down the bay after the party on Deer Island." Fiften minutes later Tom ran the Seadrift into an in dentation, tied the painter to a convenient tree) and helped Patty to land. "You can see the unfinished second s tory of the lmilding from here," said Tom, pointing at the upper part of an oblong structure which rose above a thick row of trees in the center of the island. They walked through the grove until they came upon a big clearing, in the center of which stood the unfinished two story edifice which had been planned for a summer inn, but which had come to nought. Tom and Jack Harding and numbers of the Academy boys had been over to look at the place after the hermit had vanished for parts unknown. The recluse had made a table, a chair and other rude fur niture for himself out oimatenial taken from the uncom pleiecl section of the builfling, and these specimens of his handiwork remained as evidence of his occupancy of the premises When Tom pushed in the rude door which had been fitted by the hermit he was surprised to see four roughly fash ioned chairs instead of one, and a table twice the size of the one he had remembered s eeing a month before. There were other signs to show that the place was in actual use by sev.eral persons, or at least had been lately occupied by squatters. O'orn pointed out the changes which he noticed to Patty. "There's the original chair-the one Old Robinson Cru soe made and used. -The others are later creations. A new top has been added to that table, making it longer and wider. Those empty bottles, that jug, and a whole lot of things I see around were not here when Jack and I came over last." "Do you think there are peo. ple living here, then?" asked Patty. I "Looks as if there might be; but there is nobody around now, as far as I can see." They walked all around the building, peeping in here and there at the ground floor, but nowhere save in the her mit's section did there appear to be any change to Tom. He and Patty strolled all over the little island, without finding a sign of life on it. "There's no one here at any rate," said Tom at last. "Whoever has been living here since the hermit pulled up stake must have left also." They sat on the beach in the shade and talked about one thing or another until midday came, when, feeling hungry, they ate the lunch prepared by Dora. Then Tom taking to the boat again. The breeze was lighter and the water smoother than before. From Barmouth were wafted to their ears faint sounds of the day's celebration. Over the bar, just beyond Deer Island, lay the deep hlue waters of Massachusetts Bay, dotled with the white sails 0if many pleasure craft. The Seadrift reached the small wharf on the sheltered side of Deer Island about quarter past three o'clock, and Tom suggested to one of the campers that it would be well to embark for Barmouth at once, as the run back, owing to the failing wind, was likely to be longer than he had co.unted on when he set the hour of departure at four. 'rhe party agreed to leave the island right away. About this time Tom noticed a peculiar haziness in the air which warned him of the approach of a sea mist. He hurried the movements of the party, and inside of ten minutes the Seadrift had cast off from the wharf and had her nose pointed straight for Bann0iuth. Patty had retired to the ctibin, where she amused herself with a book Tom provided her with. "Looks as if there was a mist rolling in yonder," re marked one of Tom's passengers, pointing to windward. "There is," replied the young skipper the Seadrift. why I was in sucl1 a hurry to g et under way." The party was quite a jolly one of Boston cle rks, and the prospect of getting caught in a fog didn't seem to worry them. The town was straight ahead, and, fog or no fog, it didn't seem possible for them to miss it if the boat's course was kept as it was at present. They didn't count on the influence of the tide, or the failure of the wind, after it had come on thick, to upset their calculations altogether. Ten minutes lat e r Deer island, now half a mile astern, the sky, and almost the sea itself were blotted out by one of those sudden fogs peculiar to the New England coast. The breeze had crept around to the north and east, and this it was that had brought the fog down so suddenly.


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. The boat s ailed on through a bank of mist so thick it seemed as if you could cut it with a knife: After cove1-ing what Tom judg e d to be several miles the wind dropped a ll of a sudde n, leaving the Seadrift appar ently motionless on the wat e r. The tide, however, was bearing them slowly along in a dia gona l d irectio n toward the sma ll i s land once occupied by the hermit. "We'll never reach Barmo11th in Hme to catch the train at this rate,'' r emark 'ed one of the clerks, trying to pie rce with his eyes the wall of white fog which hedged in the sailboat. "Then we'Jl have to take a later one, replied another "What are the chances of our reaching s hore in a reasonable time, young man?" the lead e r of the party asked Tom. ''Very little chance untll the wind springs up again and the fog lifts,'' replied the young ski pper of the Seadrift. "That's <-mcoura gihg," answered his passenger. "Well, I suppose cannot be help e d." ''You might a ll whistle for the wind, like the sailors do sometimes," lau g hed Tom. The five clerk s who made up the party immediately beg an to whistle a popular air with all their might. An hour passed away arid the dead ca.Im s till prevailed. The boat drifted nearer anc1 nearer to the hermit island. Nobody, not even the young skipper, was aware of the fact. At len g th the sun went down and dusk came on. The watches of the party showed that the 6.10 train was well on its way to Boston by that time. "Judging from present prospects we may have to stay all night on the bay," said a clerk, dolefully "Then we'll catch it hot to-morrow for not being at the bank on time." At that moment Tom caught s ight of a light shining dimly through the mist. CHAPTER IV. THE FOUR BIRDS The light in question looked to be about twenty feet or more above the surface o.f the water, and Tom thought it came from a l antern han gi n g a t the masthead of s ome pleas ure c raft caught in the fog like themselves. The others saw it presently and wanted to know where it came from. Before 'l'om could make any reply the light moved away a short distance anc1 then came to a stop again, just as if somebody had carried it. Tom was somewhat pnzzled at this phenomenon for he was almost certai n they were not that close to the main shore 1 A large vessel, high enough out of the water to account for the li ght being on her deck, seldom put Barm01uth -and only then when something was wrong with her. The only land he could figure on as being in that neigh .. borhood was the hermit isl and, and if anybody was ashore there the light would be much lower clown. That is the way Tom reasci.ned it, until h e s uddenly thou gh t of the unfinished building. The li ght stood a t about the height of the second sto ry, just above the t rees. At t hat momerrt the li ght moved again, suddenly van ished, and then came into si ght agai n, di s appeared once more, appeared agaip and remained. "By George l" Tom thought. "I'll bet we are close to that i sland, and somebody is in the second floor of that hou:e. Looks as if the people who have bee n living there are back aga in. They were absent on shore evide ntly when Patty and I were there this morning. Now I know where we are at, and if there was a w ind I could run right in for Barmouth without any trouble.') Even as he spoke a skyro cket burs t in the air in the direc tion where the boy ji1dgec1 ihe town lay. Other s followe d at intervals for a while and then ceased. "We are about two miles from Barmouth," Tom told leader of the party. 1 "If you know that, can t you tell where that light comes from?" asked the man "It's on a small wooded island that you may have re membered seeing when I took you ont yesterday morning. I told you the sto ry of the hermit who lived on it for two or three years in the abandoned unfinished hot e l building." "Ob, yes. We had an idea of looking in at it on our way back if we had time." "We are likely to drift ashore there, from 311 indica tions," replied Tom. "If a breeze would only pipe up now I'd be. able to land y ou somewhere along the Ba.rmouth shore.inside of half an hour." No breeze came, however, and they steadily drew nearer I to the light. Tom now went forward with a boat hook to fend off from the shore, which he expected the boat would strike at any moment. In a few he made

8 AN EYE TO BUSINESS. house, but, as he knew his way pretty well, he had no The ladd e r snapped in two beneath his weight. trouble in going direct to the clearing. Ai> Travers came tumbling to the floor he caught sight There the fog hovered in a palpitating mass, and through of several grotesque :figures rising from behind the shelter one of the upper window openings he again caught sight of of the empty barrels. the light. Whack He walked around to the end formerly occupied by the He struck the floor with a resounding concussion that hermit and saw a lamp burning on the table. shook the building. A number of plates, with the remains of a meal on them, The lantern flew from his hand and rolled a dozen feet flanked by our cups and saucers drained of their contents, away. witli. four sets of knives and foTks, and other articles in He lay there half stunned from the shock he bad suskeeping with the general display, lay about on the board. tained. The butt of a half-smoked cigar projected from the edge 'Then as his senses came back to him he saw what apof the table, and there was a dying fire in the hermit's old peared to be four gigantic birds' heads bending over him. cook stove, on which stood a common coffee pot. They had big, round, white eyes with black disks, and On the floor lay a frying pan in the midst o f several immense beaks projecting at least seven inches from their broken egg shells. heads. "Four persons have ea.ten supper here not long ago," It was a most astonishing sight to Tom, who could not mused Tom, as he looked around the room. "I wonder understand the matter at all. where they are at this moment? Maybe on the second floor The obscurity of the place added to the extravagant ap where I saw the light. What can they be doing up there? ifearance of the birdlike heads and completed the boy's be I don't, hear a sound from them. 1 they were tramping wi1derment. around the building they would be sure to make a noise Suddenly he felt himself seizeel and carried out into the I'vQ no time to. wait here for them to show up. I'll just open air by the our queer form's, from whom came not a take a squint upstairs and see if they are there, and what sound they look like. Probab l y fou r tramps. who have stolen a He was borne acr oss the clearing and into the woods, in boat and come over here to pass the summer It's very like spite of the strugg l e he put up to free himself from their that kind of gentry to do such a thing." clutches So Tom left the hermit's Jiving room and walked aro:und Finally he was dropped on the ground, his hands and feet to a doorway in the unfinished part of the building secured in a way that seemed to be decidedly human, and There was nothing to prevent him :(rom walking inside. then the our "birds" vanished, leaving him alone. The floor was littered wit h loose boards, and several large empty barrels stood arou n d. In one corner was a large opening communicating with the cellar, while in the center of the rough ceiling was an oblong opening that was clearly intended to be reached by a stairway.' No stairway had been built when the work was aban doned. At the present moment a ladder reached up into it. This ladder had not been there when Tom and Patty looked in that morning. Tom, after swinging his lantern at arm's len gth and see ing nothing, began to mount the ladder to explore the floor above He paused with his head just above the floor ing, unde cided whether he wou l d go any further or not, for the room was dark and i::ilent as the grave. Appa:i:ently the island squatters were not there. The boy had an idea that this was the room whence the light had pniceeded from. There was no light there now, at all events. He fl.ashed his lantern around, but could see only the bare boards. "There's nothing to see up here said Tom to himself He started to descend. Then something the boy had not calctilated upon hap pened. CHAPTER V THE NIGHT HAWKS. Tom lay a few minutes blinking up through the foggy air. The astonishing experience through which he had just passed had quite dazed him. What did it all mean? What kind of bird s could these be that had s uddenly pounced upon him in the unfini she d building borne him to that spot and left him bound hand ancl foot? ,.. "I m11st be laboring under some kind of a hallucination brought on by that terrible whack I got when I fell to the floor mu s t have bee n four men, not birds. I only imagined they looked like birds. Such birds as they ap peared to be surely do not exist in creation, especially in the neighborhood of the Massachusetts coast. It was just like a nightmare Between the fog and the jolt on the head I guess my brain s w ere in s hape to see 'most anything. Gee! I can almost see those birds' head s yet. One thing is certain: I'm bound hand 1md foot with cord, and bird s couldn't do that, I'm willing to swear. I'm. satisfied that I foll into the hands of the four tramps who are living on


'AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 9 this island. Well, just let me get away, and I'll bet I'll portion of the conversation going on within r e ached his hav e the constable ove r here to-morrow to give theni free ears. board and lodging in the county jail." "How long do you think it will be saf e to stay in this Tom tugged away at'his bonds for a while to no purpose, neighborhood, Bentley?" asked the stoutest man cf the four but at length one of the strands came loose and he pulled of his companion on the right, a tall, thin, billious-looking one of hands out of limbo. fellow. The other followed as a matter of cour se. Then with his jackknife he freed his ankl e s and stood up He walked to the inner edge of the cl e aring, whence he caught a view of the hermit's living room, and look ed across the opening. He saw shadows moving around on the inside. "They're all in there now. I'll just go over and take a good look at those chaps { s o that I'll know them again." Between the fog and the gloom of the night Tom had little fear that his approach to that part of the building he was aiming at would be noti c ed, even if one of the occu pants of the room chanced to look out 0 the window. He 1.ook care to watch that he didn't stumble over some obstruction in hi s path and thus call attention to his pres ence. At length he reached the window through which the light shone and peered into the hermit' s living room. There he sa.w four men, s ure enough They were seated around the table, from which the dishes had been removed and a demijohn and four glasses substi tuted therefor. Each i::ian had a ci g ar his teeth, and the four were laughing and talking together in a social way. "There's nothing birdlike about those chaps now," mused Tom. "I wonder how I ever imagined they were gigantic birds?" As Tom began to chuckle at his error his eyei:< rested on four objecfa placed upon a low shelf. The chuckle died away in his throat and a look of aston ishment came over his face. There stood four. great green bird s h eads all in a row, with s taring white eyes and enormous beaks the very coun terpart of what he had so indi s tinctly seen after his fall in the tmfinished part of the building. He gazed at them with open mouth and s taring eyes. "Great Solomon! The very birds I saw," he exclaimed. "But thm : e are only birds' heads. What are they doing there? They were not there when I entered that room a little while ago." He scratched his head in a perplexed way for a moment or two. Suddenly a light flooded his mind. "W'11y, those must be disguises worn by those men. Those chaps had the heads on when they grabbed me, and I didn't imagine anything at all. What I saw actually existed be fore my eyes. Those men don't look at all like tramps. Two of them have watch chains Now what do they want with tho s e grotesque bird masks, s uch as are worn on the stage in, certain spectacles? And why are they living on this island ?" While Tom was trying to figure this problem out, some "How long?" replied the other, blowing out a cloud of c igar smoke "Well, I calculated on stay ing here all summer." "You mustn't forget that there's a thousand dollars re ward out for us, and when to-day's robbery of the Manson eottage become' s generally known I shouldn't be surprised if the reward was doubled "Gee whiz!" said Tom to himself "These men mus t be the Night Hawks-the fellows who cleaned out seve ral residences on the suburbs of the town last spri ng, and who lately robbed the Stanbury post-office and Deacon White's hou:;e Downe y said this morning that four men disgui seJ with birds' heacls were seen crossing the bridge in a red auto on the ni.CJ"ht 01' the White robbeTY. The re's the bird s heads on the yonder: Yes, I am these are the Night Hawks He li stened again to the eonversation. "S'pose there is?" replied Bentley. "We can lie low here for a week until the people think we're gone off some where e lse, then we can tackle another one of the cottages. Judgy Brown's plac:e, for instance, offers good nvag I've noticed that his women folks inalrn a fine display of their diamonds. Then there-is the Gilbert cottage on the point. He's president of the :Mavernick National Bank, and is worth half a million easy enough "But that boy we eaught nosing around here a little while ago and left bound among the trees. He may give us away as soon as we put him ashore. We made a mistake appear ing before him in our bird masks That was your idea, Bald y"-and the speaker looked a t the man on his left" and I'm bound to say it Was a bad one." "It prevented him from identifying our faces, didn't it?" retorted the individual adclressed as Baldy. "I vote that we keep the boy here until we are through with this island," put in the fourth man "I don't like that plan," said Bentley. "We'd have to watch him pretty close to make s ure that he did not escape. Then no doubt his people would come h e re looking for him, and that would give us more trouble "Why should they think he's on this island?" asked Baldy. "He must have got a s hore here by accident in the fog. What else s hould bring him to the island at this time of night?" "Instead of taking him ashore, as we decided on a while ago, I suggest that we hunt up his boat, drop him in it just as he is, and cast him adrift when the tide begins to ebb. Then he'll be carried out to sea, said th.e stout man "That look s too much like murder, and I object." inter posed the fourth man. "Yo.u're too particular altogether," sneered the c rook.


10 EYE TO BUSINESS: "I'm not anxious lo put my in a halteT replied the other, warmly. "Oh, he'd probably be b e fore he reached foe ocean," repliccl the t

AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 11 'l'om laughed as he s w ung the boom o ut so as to catch the light wind, then, seating hims elf on the weather side of the helm, he steered the sailboat otlt of the c'Ove. 1 By the time the boat had gone a quarter of a mile the fog had entirely disappeared. The stars were out in full force, and the skyrockets from every section of the town were trying to rival their bril liancy. In three-quarters of an hqur the Seadrift reached the main wharf, where her passengers disembarked, bade goodbye to the young skipper, and s tarted with their traps for the railroad station. When Tom hauled out from the wharf and headed for home, Patty m ade h e r reappearance from the cabin. '"Hungry, P atty ?" asked Tom, with a smil e The girl admitted that she was. "So am I. It's n ear ly nine o'clock-more than eight hours since we had our lunch. If it hadn' t been for the calm and the fog we'd have reached town around half-past five, and been home before six. Wben we drifted into the cove at H erm i t I s land you were asleep. I guess you've had boating enou g h for one day." It didn't take lon g to run over to the little wharf on the water-front of the Trav ers property. Tom made the boat ast, lowered the sail, but did not tidy it up, and put the stops about it, for he expecte d to run over to Hermit I s land later on with Harding and then, taking Patty by the hand, they s kipped up to the house. "You've made a long day of it, Tom," said his mother, who was sitt in g on the porch watching the fireworks. "Couldn't help it, mother. We were caught in the fog and becalmed at the same time. I'm thankful we got here as soon as we have. Anything to eat? Patty and I are famished." "Yes; you 'll find y our sup p ers in the oven and the tea on the top of the stove. I leff a light in the ki t chen. You'd both better eat t here, as the dining table is cleared off." "All right, mother," T om, cheerfully. "Was Mr. Sprigg in s here after Patty?" "No." "I gue s s he has too much respect for the day to do any dirty work for Nathan Kemp," said Tom. "The most he could have done, anyway, was t o hav e taken Patty over to his house and kept her there if she refused to gq back to the Kemps. To-mon-ow we'll bring her case before the magistrate our selves and see if we can't s quelch Mr. Kemp and his sister for good and all, as far as Patty is l concerned. They have forfeited all right to her s ervjces by their treat ment of her, and I have no doubt that Patty will be allowed to f.'.tay with us, if she so desires." Tom then went into the kilchen, to find Patty setting the little table there for their' s upper and in a couple of minutes the two young people were away as happy as thougli they lrn, d not a troub l e in the world. "Where's Dora, mother?" asked Tom, when he came out on the porch after the meal. "Off with Jack to see the fireworks?" "Yes,'' rep l i c

12 / AN EYE TO BUSINESS. ===-=========--======::;:::::===============...:._ "You do?" in astonishment. "I do." "Where?" "On Hermit I s land." "How do you know that?" "I saw them ther e to-night." "YOU did ?" "I did You know that Patty and I w e re gone all day on the bay in the Seadrift?" "So I heard when I came after Dora tl1is a fternoon." "We put ashore at Hermit Island about ten o'clock." "And you saw the four rascals there, ch?" "Not then. They away, but I sa w evidence t11at fou r persons, whom I thought to be tramps, were living in the old hermit's quarters." "Well?" "Then, after eating our lunch on the island, I put off down the bay for Deer Island to take off those Boston bank clerks I carried down yeste rday morning." Jack nodded. "After reaching the island and taking them aboard the fog began to come up, and it caught us before we had gone a great way. By and by the wind dropped entirely and we drifted along until dark, when we floated into a cove of Hermit I s land. Then it was we saw a light shining through the fog and gloom, and I decided that it came from the seconrl story of the unfinished hotel building on the island. I was curious to l earn who was on the island, so I took the boat's lantern and started on a tour of investi gation." Tom then went on to relate all that befell him on the island, with which the reader is already familiar. Jack Harding listened to his story with great interest and curiosity. "So they've got their plunder buried under the hearth stone of that room, eh ?" "That's right," nodded Tom. "You carried off their boat so they couldn't get away from the island?" "I did." "That was a clever move," replied Harding; "but when they find themselves cooped up they'll be uncommonly watchful against capture There are four of them, prob ably armed, and may be expected to put up a desperate re sis tance. How do you think that you and I can do them 11p? It's too big a contract, Tom, fol' us to lmdertake." Tom now began to think so himself, but he didn't want to admit it. "But there's one thousand dollars in it, and I don't want to lose my, share of it. I need the money to start my "My idea was that if we went clown to the island to-night we stood a good chance of catching them off their guaTd," said Tom. "I left them drinking and enjoying themselves. They feel pretty safe there at present. Suppose we go down and sec how the land lies, anyway. You've got a revolver at your room, and I'll get father's. Are you game to do it?" "I am if you are," replied Jack; "but I still think it would be wiser for 'lls to take the constable along. There is considerable power in the majesty of the law, Tom ." "Majesty of the law is good, Jack, but I think a six shoote r is better," laughed Tom. "You go and get your gun and I'll wait for you at the whar-f." Jack, although he regarded the adventure as a rash one, was prepared to back Tom up, and so h e departed for his home to get his weapon. Tom went to his room and got the revolver that had be longed to his father and then made hi s way down to the boat. It was about midnight; a fresh breeze was blowing that promised a quick trip to the island, and the sky was now somewhat overcast Jack returned in about twenty minutes; then they raised the sail and started down the bay at a merry clip, Tom at the wheel. Inside of another twenty minutes the Seadrift put into the cove where she had already been twice that day, or rather the day before, as it was now nearing one o'clock. The waves plashed noisily on the shore, and the wind, which was steadily rising, soughed through the trees that heavily covered the island. Tom and his friend Jack jumped ashore, tie d the painter to the tree, a:nd then started for the unfinished building in the clearing. When they reached the inner line of trees they paused to reconnoiter the house. 'rhere was a light in the room occupied by the crooks "The rasca ls are still awake," sai d Harding. "If they arc moving ar01md we ought to see them through that window,'' l!'aid Tom, after the lapse of five minutes. "Maybe they've fallen asleep and left the light burning After waiting a while longer and seeing no sign of life through the window, Tom proposed that they creep up and look in to see what the men were doing. To this Harding agreed. So they advanced across the open ground with due cau tion, holding their revolvers r eady for instant use. Glancing in through the window, they saw the four men sprawled out asleep, with their arms on the table and heads buried in them business." "I woncler if they're drunk?" queried Tom. ''I'm willing to help you earn it, Tom," replied Jack, "They look a s if they might be, but you can't tell for "but I'm afraid that in this case the odds are too grea.t sure," repli e d Jack. against us. We'd better take Constable Spriggins with us "There are the birds' heads on that shelf," said Tom. and. divide the reward in thirds. Even with him we're "I see them. Mighty curious -l ooking birds, aren't they?" more than likely to have our hands full, unles s we can take "You'd have thought s o if you'd seen them the way I did the ra s cal s by surprise." first," replied Tom. "Well what are we going to do, Jack?


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 13 There 's a. lot of light rope in the corner near the stove Do ; to cut loose from them c1iaps. Bud is too bad-minded to you think we could manage to tie them to t he chairs with out w a king them? Then you could s tand guard over them whil e I w ent back to town and notified the head constable that we had captured them That should entitle us to the r e ward." "I think that R rather a ticklish proposition," answered Jack. "Two of those chaps look uncommonly tough and capable of putting up a stiff fight If we didn t succeed in surpri s ing the bunch completely there'd be something doing." -..._ The rascals were lying about in such an awkward way' that it looked impo s sibl e to tie them in any effective man n e r without disturbing them While Tom and his c ompanion were considering the dif ficultie s of the situ a tion the man known as Baldy moved, rai s ed his head and finally sat up. He looked at his companion s a moment o r two, then got up and shook the fellow called Sa ndy. Sandy sat up, and Baldy made a sign t o him that he seemed to understand. Both picked up their hats and walke d toward the door. "We'll have to hide, J a c k," warned Tom. "They're coming outside." They hastened to get behind a s mall pile of debris nearby and then awaited further developments. CHAPTER VIII. CAPTURE OF THE NIGHT HAWKS. Baldy opened the door, and he and Sandy came out and closed it after them. Th(ln both, after a g lance at the cloudy sky, moved deliberately toward the pile of debris and sat down. Had they used their eye11 to good adva ntage they mus t have seen Tom and Harding crouching behind the mound. But they didn't, for they had not the s li ghtest suspicion that any intruders were on the island at the moment. "Sanely a id Baldy, in a confidential tone, "are you and me of one mind?" "I r eckon we are, Baldy," w3s the reply. "We are both agreed that the bet thing we can do is to get our flukes on the swag a lre ady secured ancl light out for New York, leavin' Bentley and Bud Smith to s hift for themselves." "That suits me, if the thing can be safe l y done," repli e d Sandy I "It's got to be done, pal, and to-night is the time to do it. All we have to do is to dig up that box, take it down to the boat and off They won't be abl e to follow us, s o we kin get a g o od start." "If they should catch us tryin' the dodge on, Baldy it wouldn't be healthy for u s." "We mustn't let 'em catc h us, Sandy. I'm determined s uit me. He ain't got no respe c t for human life: and we have, Sandy I'm not achin' to have my n eck stretched. I draw a line at that kind of thing Bud want s to do up that boy we ketched in the buildin' to night and Bentley won't stand in his way. If them two hadn't got blazin drunk with the contents of that demijohn I'll bet that boy would be floatin' out to sea, bound hand ancl foot, by this time." "I reckon he would," admitted Sanely. "It ain' t certain, as things stand, but Bud and Bentley will carry him into the cellar in the mornin' a nd s hoot him. I wouldn't trust neither of them When we get the box aboard the rowboat we'll go and cut the boy loose and tell him to mosey as soon as be kin. He's got a boat somewhe r e along shore, 'cause he couldn t have wal ked here. Then we'll make for the p 'int yonder, steftl one of them sailboats that's anchored there, ancl sail to Nanticoke, where we'll arrive in time to take the first train for New York. We kin check the box through as baggage." "It's a good scheme," assented Sandy, "if it will only work." "It's got to work, Sandy. Them two chaps are b'ilin' drunk and won't know what we're up to." "Are y ou s ure they're as drunk as that?" "If they ain't, they kin stand a h eap more liquor than I think they kin." ,"I don't like to take no chances, Baldy. I reckon if they woke up too soon we might feel a.n ounc e of lead in our innards.'' "We ll, Sandy, we kin try and see how drunk they are." '-"How are y ou go in' t o do it?" "Give 'em a shake-:up." "And if they wake up, what then?" "We'll tell 'em it's time to tum in." "It's a good idea, Baldy." "Sure it is. If they won't wake easy, then we'll get their guns away to make s ure we don't get hurt. After that we' ll clig up the bo x and mosey." "Let's get about it, then. We can't get away too quick from this place to suit me." The rascals rose from the pile of debri s ancl returned to the house. "Now what do y ou think of that?" said Tom, as soon as they had entered t he room. "I think it's first class. Tho s e two c h aps will play ri ght into our hands," replied H a rding. "Come back to the window and let' s watch them." Tom and Jack resumed their form e r under the window. They saw Baldy and Sandy bending over their companions. In a moment or two each had a revolver in hi s hand, which he stuffed into bis pocket. Then they got some of the rope and tied Bentley and Bud Smit h to their chairs. Jack punched Tom in the ribs and chuckbc1.


'AN EYE TO BUSINESS. "They're doing the job for us, Tam,'' he said. "We'll only have those two to tackle, and we ought to be able to knock them both out by catching them off their guard." B a ldy and Sandy, haVing secured their dang er ous asso ciates t o their satisfaction, l ost no time in removing the and getting the mahogany box out of the hole. It had a h an dle at each e n d and was compaJ:atively easy to ca ny. 1 When Baldy turned the light low Tom and Jack concluded it was time to change their base of operation s "Where did you find their boat, Tom?" asked Jack. "Over yonder, tied to a stake in the beach." "Then we'd better get over there and lay for these chaps As s o on as we have captured them the game will be in our hands So Tom and Harding mad e for the wood as fast as they could, and soon reached the vicinity where the boat had been tied "Pick up a c l ub, rom," said Jack, looking around for a stout piece of w ood for himself. "Then when they come along with the box we'll spring out of the shrubbery and k nock them down. " Ho w are we going to secure them?" a s ked Tom. "We'll get their guns away ftom them, anfl. I'll stand ove r them with my revolver while you run back to the house a n d get some of that rope." "All right," replied Tom, and they concealed themselves and waited. In a quarter of an hou r they heard the two crooks co.m i n g with the box betwee n them Just as they passed the hidden watchers Tom and Jack rose up behind them and dealt each a stunning blow on the head Down they went, box and all, and lay where they had fallen without a movement "I hope we didn't kill them,'' said Tom, a bit anxiously, as he looked down at the white faces of the two raklcals. "Not much danger of th at,'' answered Jack, coolly. "Those bullet heads ought to be able to stan d a policeman's loc u st, and that's harder than these bits of wood. Oome, now, l et's disarm them before they come to." They found four revolvers on them, two of which belonged to their companions. "We have quite an armament now," laughed Jack. "Help me drag them down on the shore and prop them up against that rock The unconscious rascals were placed in the posi tion indi cated by Harding. "Now h1;1stle over to the house for that rope Tom, then we'll have these two foxy chaps dead to rights." Tom was back inside of five minute s with the cord, and he helped Jack tie the twa Night Hawk s in a way thaL ren dered them completely helpless. drunk, Tom experienced a feeling of nervousness while he assisted Jack in cutting them loose, one at a time, from the chairs, and r etying them in a more secure fashion At l engt h the job was done and the .four Night Hawk s were in their power. Takin g one of the crooks at a time, they carried them to the shore where their two companions wer e s till in a state of insensibility. Then they went to the cove, boarded the Seadrift, and sai led her around to that part of the i s land After placing the mal10gany box in the cuddy, they aumped the fom crooks in after it, pushed o;ff and started for Barmouth. It was ne ar ly three o'clock when 'l'om aroused Constable Spriggins from his bed to tell him about the ca.pture of the Night Hawks. The officer could hardly believe his ears. He knew, however, that Tom Travers was not a practical joker, so he hitched up his light wagon and drove with the boy d0wil. to the Travers dock. The four rascals were pulled out of the cuddy and loaded on thti wagon, then the mahogany box with its valuable contents followed, and last of all came the papier-mach e birds' beads, which Tom and Jack had taken care to bring along as evidenc e of the idei1tity of their prisoners. With this load the constab le drove off for tbe county jail, while Tom and his friend Jack separated for the night, after congratulating each other over the prospect of soon pocketing the reward for the capture o:f the Night Hawks. C HAPTER IX. THE INVENTION. The Ba:rrnouth Daily Courant next morniiig printed a column sto ry, embellished with a formidable scare head, of the capture of the Night Ilawks by Tom Travers and Jack Harding on Hermit I s land. 'The particulars were furnished by the constable and put in type by the foreman of the paper, for the editoria l force had r etire d when the news reached the Oourant office. The editor and proprietor of the paper was therefore as much surprised as any one else when he sa w the sto ry in print. Tom and the young blacksmith were natural1y the h eroes of the hour, and quite a crowd of curio11s townspeople vis ited the smithy to lea.rn further particulars of the aston ishing affair. Every boy in town who knew Tom tried Lo hunt him up for a simi lar reason, but, as he was taking a good, long s le e p in his roqrn, h e was not visible 1mtil the afternoon I A Oourant i'eporter had to make three call s at his hou se before he got the desired chance to interview him for the afternoon edition. "Now we' ll tackle the oth e r two at the house," said Harding,'" and then we'll bring them Ci.own h ere and leave them while we s ail the boat around." N alhan Kemp also made another call at the cottage in an ineffectual attempt to get Patty Penrose to go back to his house, but the girl refused to d o so, and he retired greatly chagrined, for the magistrate had r efuse d to enter-In spite of the fact that the two scoundrels were stupidly


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 15 tain his complaint against Patty, and ruled that she had a right to secede from his household if she chose to do so. The court-house was crowded when the four c rooks were brought up for their pre limin ary exa:qiinati on at which Torn and J ack were ihe star witnesses. 'There were a dozen comp lain:ml s against the rascals, most of whom i

16 AN EYE TO BUSINESS. In si! it was 24 by 3 inches It represented a brilliantly red sun with rays shooting out from it all around. On the disk was printed in big b l ack type the word "Polishine Beneath the sun was the legend: "Magic Shoe Polishthe Greatest Ever." I That day show cards appeared in all the grocery stores, shoe stores, and divers ottier stores, bearing a reduced fac simile of the poster. They were flanked with bottles bearing an attractive label, whose distinguishing feature was a small reproduction of the cards ThQSe advertisements attracted considerable attention People inquiring about the shoe polish, and almost everybody bought a bottle to try. In a week half the people in Barmouth were advertising the poli s h on their footgear and taiking about its remark able properties. Tom Travers received so many congratulations upon the wonderful properties of his product that if he hadn't been a level lad he probably would haYe got a swelled head. It was soon noticed that the cowhide boots of the neigh boring farmers and even their help had lost their customary rusty tint and sparkled in the sun like the glass slippers o f Cinderella. Before long nobody had the nerve to appear :tbroad without the'shine. A J a matter of course the Daily Courant printed an ar ticle about the astonishing transformation in the peda l at tac hments of the good people of Barmouth. This paper, being circulated throughout all the adjoin ing village s cau s ed a rush of orders for "Polishine" to the s tore s that handled it. In a local way T om's shoe polish was becoming quite cel ebrated. Tom now decided to en l arge his field of operations. So he went to Bo s ton with a large supply of his s tuff and r.dvertis ing matter and began a systematic canva s s of the appropriate s tores there He got out a fresh supply of posters and had a bill post ing company placard them on every available board throu g hout th\:) city. Then he took out a peddler's license, hired a horse and wagon, took up a position at various prominent corners .and began to give demonstrations of his polish. He was a convincing and energetic talker, and found no difficulty in disposing of hundreds of small bottles of the stuff at ten cents each. I The regular sized bottles, sold at the stores, were twenty -five cents each, the profit to the seller being forty per cent Wintry weather coming on, he gave up this strenuous method of advertising and took to the road, visiting every town of importance from one end of the State to the other before the balmy atmosphere. of a new spring came around again. While be was away Patty Penrose bor e the burden of the manufacturing and shipping end of the bu s iness in a, way that called for his mo:st enthusiastic approval. If T o m bad an eye for business, she seemed to have two She developed an amazing amount of energy for a girl, especially of her years. She thought of nothing outside the interests of the "Magic Shoe Polish," unless it was Tom himself. When she talked about "Polishine" her face s hone as if it reflected the shining qualities of the compound Tom was pushing for all he was worth. The demand for the magic prepara.tion gradually ex ceeded Patty'R ability to produce it, and so, with Tom's approval, she rented a small store in the business section of Barmouth for a sa les depot and hired two girls t o make the polish and put it up in a big room As Patty was growing prettier anc1 more vivacious every day, the store s o on became 11 p opular resort for young chaps who had taken a liking to the girl. They b ought unnumbered ten cent bottles of the polish as an excuse for speaking to her, and they put so many unnecessary coats of the s tuff on their shoes that they spar kled with a brilliance that caused people to wonder if they were acting as walking advertisements of Tom's preparation. ' In the window of the store Patty had a dozen highly polished shoes ranged in a row, and above each was a small faucet of running water which inundated the shoes. It was about this time that Tom advertised for the hand somest girl in Boston. Of cour s e he had several hundred applic11nts Most of them were really beauties, and he had a difficult job choo sing one from the lot. This young lady soon appeared in the !lhow window of the most prominent shoe s tore in the city-a store owned by Mr. Manson, the gentleman who spent his summers with his family at his cottage in Barmoutb. This gentl e man had not forg otten the debt he owed Tom Travers and .J Harding for the recovery of many val uable heirlooms stolen by the four Night Hawk s He took a great interest in Tom's shoe polish, as well as in the boy's busine8s 1 ike address, and when Travers sug gested that it would be a good advertisement for both of them if he were permitted to put a haudsome girl in one of his show windows for the purpose of giving a demo:pstra tion of the virtues of the magic shoe polish the gentleman readily consented The result was that a throng of ladies and gentlemen gathered every day in front of the window, and the demon stration soon proved to be a winner. The magic polish began to sell like hot cakes. The men stopped to look at the girl, and soon got inter ested in the unfadable luste r that looked them in the face from the displar of shoes on the glass shelves. The young lady would take a shoe at random from a shelf, thrust the polished part in a fancy pail of water and then rub it vigorously with a cloth.


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. lf Ins t e ad of dimming or destroying the shine, it only made it glow t he brighter. Then she WQuld hold up a show card with the words : "Try a bottle of Polishine. One application will outlast the shoe. Twenty-five cents a bottle." Tom opened a branch office on Washington Street in a big building as he was now making a good profit. He advertised for canva s sers to s ell the polish from hou s e to house, and s oon had a dozen men at the work in the residential s ections of Boston. Mr. Man s on re c ommended the polish to the attention o.f the heads of the big shoe factories in Lynn and other places where he purchased his stock in trade. Tom made a per s onal call at each establishment and gave a demonstration of what his magic polish would a ccompli s h. He caught three factories right off on a year's contract, and others fell in line when their managers saw the superi ority of "Polishine" over the standard polishes on the mark e t. The cons equence was Tom had to increase his facilities for the manufacture of the magic preparation. A dozen girls were employed to make and put it up for market, with Patty Penrose as general manager of the plant. She was no longer seen in the little store, but had a desk in the shipping and packing department in the big rear room. Her host of admirers mis sed her, and there was a great falling off in the store sales of ten-cent bottles. Tom was ma.king the busines s hum, though he was not making very much money yet, as he put nearly !lfl his profits into advertising his preparation and keeping it before the public. He was working for the future, not the present. Tt would take y ears of energetic work to shove bis "Poli shine" into such prominence that it would sell itself all ove r the country. Long before that, dream was fully realized he would have to put up a factory capable of turning out cases on cases of bottles of his polish every working day of the year. However, things were going very well at present. His s ale s were s teadily on the increase, and the prospects ahead were bright and rosy. ,, CHAPTER XI. TOM DEMONSTRATES THAT HE IS NOT ASLEEP. It was in the early days of summer that Tom Travers packed his grip and took a train for Fall River that con nected with a boat for New York. A large case of his "Polishine" ha.d preceded him by ex press. He planned to remain two or three weeks in t e metropo lis to introduce his magic polish to the trade, and inci dentally to the general public also. On the boat he read a paragraph in an afternoon daily which stated that Bud Smith, one o.f the Night Hawks he and Jack Harding had captured and helped convict, had escaped from the State prison. "He was the worst of the btlnch," he mused. "It's al ways the hardest cases that work their way to freedom. I suppose he'll be caught, however." Tom reached New York in the morning, registered at a second-class hotel.. had his breakfast, and then started out to do. businePs He had en0ugh samples and his regular paraphernalia to commence with, and, having ta.ken down the addresses of the wholesale grocery houses, he began operations with them. He spent two days trying to convince the management of these es ta blisbments that "Polishine" made every other shoe polish on the market look like a superannuated veteran beside a spick and span new recruit. He found that it isn t the best always that comes to the front until there is a good-sized demand behind to enforce an appreciation of its merits. However; he got one house to take hold of it, and that was something. Then he tackled the great department stores. One big Sixth A venue emporium permitted him to in troduce a demonstrator, and he advertised for a pretty girl who could talk well. He got one to his liking, instructed her in the business of bringing out all there was in the magic polish, and estab lished her at the depa.rtment s tore in question. This P.roved to be one of the mos t e ffective ways of in troducing his preparation to the attention of the ladies of New York, who in turn soon made their husbands ac.. quainted with its fine qualities. It was such a success that Tom succeeded in getting a clemonstrator into three other big department stores. He also introduced demonstrators in the windows of prominent shoe and other stores with equal success, and he called for so much stock Barrnouth that Patty had to increase the working force by six more girls. By this time Tom had got three more wholesale stores i:tt line, and a score of large shoe stores to handle his magic shoe polish. After spending a around New York he opened an agency for his "Polishine" and hired a smart young man to look after his interests and push the preparation for all it was worth. When Tom got back to Barmouth he found that Patty was looking tired and overworked. "I'm afraid the business is getting too much for you, Patty," he said in a tone of some concern. "I am doing the best I can, Tom," said the girl, with one of her winsome smiles. "I know you," he replied earnestly. "You've been


' --18 XN EYE TO BUSINESS. doing fi ever sinc e J started-as g ood a s a m a n, every bit; but you re not a s strong a s a man, and you ll have to take a vacation." "How can I, Toni?" she a s ked wis tfully. "Unless you mean to stay here for a time and look after matte r s your self." "Well, I can do that, of cour R e but I hacl different plans." "Then how can I leave the business?" "I'll manage somehow. I can't afford to have you get sick, Patty. You're the best little girl in all the world. You've taken as much interest in this business as if you were a full partner instead of a mere employee. I know you have done that for my sake. Isn't that so, Patty?" "Yes," she replied. "Well, you're gocrng to be a full partner some clay, a rent you?" "Me?" she exclaimed, opening her pretty eyes in sur prise. "Who else? You're going to marry me, aren't you, by and by.?" "Oh, Tom !" hiding her face in her hands. She didn't resist when he pulled her head down on his shou lder and kissed her. "It's yes, isn't it, Patty. You're going to be my partn e r for life?" 'l'om, if you wi'Sh me to/' she answered gently, with a happy light in her eyes. "Of course I wish you to. Haven't I always wished it?" "I suppose so." "You mean you know so," he persisted "Yes." "That's right. Speak up like a little woman. 'Now you'w going to take a vacation, do you understand? "Yes Tom." "Tomorrow will be the Fourth of July again. The hot weather is on, and if you persisted in carrying on the bu s i ness as you have been doing for these nine months back there'd soon be nothing left of you but a gre a s e spot." "Oh, what a fib!" she cried, with a laugh. "Or else you'd be down in the bed sick. Of course, I'm not going to stand for any such thing as that. There's "Inly one Patty in the world, and I can't afford to lose her. lt is just a year ago since you emancipated yourself from the chltches of Nathan Kemp and his sister." "Thanks_ to you, Tom." "Well, I'm happy that I had a hand in it, and you have / repaid me several hundred times over. Now, I'm going to have a talk with Jack Harding to-night. He's going to marry Dora soon, and I think he can do better for himself and me as the manager of the Poli:ihine Works ,than as a blacksmith. I can offer him a future worth while, and he's going to accept, or I'll know the reason why not." "Then you won't want me any more?" s he s aid wis tfull y "Sure I'll want you, after yo.ur vacation. You shall take charge of the money end of the bu s ine ss. I'm going to make a company out of this thing. I'll be president and ge neral manager ; you ll b e the trea sure r, and for a whn e th e b o okkeep e r and s hippi n g clerk whil e .Ja c k wi,11 b e s up erintendent of i.he foci.ory ancl general boss whe n I'm away H e' ll attend to all the h e avy work and h e lp you out when th"-l bu siness grows big g er than it is now." "That will b e nice," she exclaimed e ntlrnsiastically. "Or course we are not g oin g 1.o ge t marri e d for a whil e yet, for we're too young. You're only s i x te e n now, and I'm only seventeen and a haJf. Besides, l w ant to put thi s busine s s s quarely on its feet before I can s ettle clown. I 've g ot lots of trav e lin g ahead of me. I'm goin g to visit all lhe big citi es, even a s far west as San Francisco." "Oh, Tom a s :far a s i.hai. ?" "Sure thing. You can't g o to s le e p and build a pay in g busineFs up. A frllow lta s g o t to keep on th e hu s tl e Y 01-i 011ght 1.o see how hard I bad toi t a lk in Ne w Y o rk 1.o catc h and. hold th e attention o f i.he bu s iness men th e r e They have no time to lose, a nd you 've got to Rhow c au s e ever y time, or you'll get tmnc d clown hard. I made up my mind not to be turned down in fh c lon g run, and I wasn't. No o ne in N e w York had heard of 'Poli shi:ne until I brou ght i t tq their notice. It's har d to get a h e arin g there. for some body i s tryin g to introduce some kind or a 110velty on the mark e t i.he r c eve ry d a y in i.he y e ar, and wOTking over lime, at that. But J jus t w e d ge d myself: in. 1 kn e w the polish would take if it g ot i.o th e front and 1 fus t mad e it my business to drag it i.her e I s tudi e d the s ituation and g ot busy. Well, to-day it's bein g sold lik e hot c ake s in four of the big department s forc s Thre e whole s ale g rocers have taken hold of1it and are dis tributing it a mon g their cu s tom e rs, while two hundred shoe store s hav e it in stock, and I 've got a smart young fellow e s tabli s hed in an office who will keep the ball rolling at top spe e d,and will g iv e no store keeper who ou ght to have it rest until he takes hold of it. I'm g oing to work the same tactics in Chicago and in other big citie s with variatio.n s to meet all circ umstancei:i. I you, Patty, this shoe polish is the b est thing of its kind in e xi s tence and nothing s hort of a Univ e r s al business up heaval, which i sn't likely, is going to prev ent me from m a k ing the public cotton right to it. A good thing is bo1md to r e ach its l e vel, whether it's a man or a product, and P o l i s hine is a good thing, every day in the week Sunday included." "My gracious, how you can talk, Tom I" exclaimed Patty, a dmiringly. "I don't wonder you have made the business b oom." "I believe I talk right to the point, Patty, whether I m pu s hing Polishine or makin g love to you." "You are cer t ainly ve ry convin c ing,'' f'he r e pli e d s h y l y "When a fellow has an eye to busin ess h e ge n e rall y i s c onvincing in his argum ents But the re are oth er w ays o f c o nvin cing pQple, too." "What are those?" ''O n e for ins t a nce, i s to let act ions Rpenk l oude r than word s." Wit h tha t h e grab b e d t he gi r l in hii:; arrns a n d gav e h e r several kisses. ..


.. AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 1 9 "Oh, my, aren't you a bear!" she cried, making a feint to box his ears, and then rushing out of the room to hide her blushes. ,, CHAPTER XII THE ESCAPED CONVICT 'rhat night Tom had an interview with Jack Harding. "I'm going to ofl'er you the chance of your life, Jack," he said, getting down to bus iness. ''The chance of my life, ch?" laughed Ilarcling. "Yes. I' want you to give up blacksmilhing and come in with me. "Into the shoe polish business?" "That's right It's going to make a fortune f :tne, and I want you to it." "That's a pretty liberal proposition, Tom. Anybody would be a fool to refuse sharing another's fortune if the chance was offered to him. I know you've been making out :fine so far with Polishine, and I've no doubt there's a big future in it. If you will show me how I can help you make a success of it I am ready to talk business I've got a thou sand dollars saved up that I could put in. Have you spoken to Dora on the subject?" "Yes, and she's in favor of you taking hold with me." "That will go a great way with me, for I feel bound to consider your sister's views to a considerable extent "Well, Jack, my idea is for you, I and Patty tOI shaPe equally in the fruits of Polishine She's already done a man's share in helping me put the business on its feet, and I am bound that she shall have full recognition for her services, apart from the small wages she has been drawing Harding nodded hie approval. "The business is already making money, but the most of that money must go right back into it (or some time to come in order to increase the volume of business. So far I have done scarcely any advertising in newspapers to speak of. I can't afford to do it in the way it ought to be done, and spasmodic advertising doesn't pay "What part of Lhe business do you expect me to look after?" asked Jack. "The manufacturing part. ln fact, I want you to take general charge with Patty of this encl of affairs "I'm afraid I'll have a heap to learn. You see, I'm a gpod blacksmilh, all right, beeause I have been educated up in it, but I'd be all at sea at an_y other vocation at first." "You're a smart fellow, Jack, and it won't take you long to get into harness Patty is going to take a month's vaca tion, and I'm going to stay right here till she comes back to work. I want you to take all the responsibility off her shoulders. She'll have enough to do to run the financial end, look afler the books, and keep track of the shipping orders. I want you to pull right jn with her and attend to all the details. I'll post you in your duties while she's resting, and then when I start for Chicago, in the early part of September, I shall look to you to iake full charge of affairs here. Patty will help yon out ii you should feel lhe need of her advice. You can't go wrong with her at. your elbow." "She's a mighty smart girl, Tom," nodded J aek, "and between you, I and the post, the brightest thing you can do is to marry her after a while "Thanks, old chap," laughed Tom. "That's exactly wha t I mean lo do." "Is that right? Have you really popped the question to her?" "I have, and she said yes." "I'm glad to hear it. I've been watching her off and on since you put her in charge of this end of your polish busi ness, and I told Do.ra more than once that you would miss a whole lot if you let an.other fellow win Palty away from you." "Well, let's get back to what we were talking about," said Tom He gave Jack a general idea of the methods he had been using to push the business and the results he had developed so far. He also outlined his plans for the future Jack was an enthusiastic listener. He easily saw that Tom hacl been born with an eye to business, and that he was a boy who was not asleep at any stage of the game. There were certainly great possibilities in Polishine, and if any one could realize on them, that one was Tom Travers. Here was a chance for him to get on the band wagon, and be was going to accept it. Blacksmithing was all right in its way, but il wasn't the road to fortune. So he ancl 'l'om came to a complete understanding before the interview was over Jack was lo sell his smithy and put all his money into Polishine, which, with hi;:: services, w01ild entitle him to a third interest in the growing business. In a day 01 lwo Patty retired from the responsibilities that had lately lriecl her brain and nerves to their limit, and devoted herself to recuperating her energies for the demands of the coming year. Tom derided that she mus( take two instead of a month's ees t, as he intended to aronnn Barmouth until the first of September, when he proposed to go West. Orders continued to come in for the shoe polish in satis factory quantity during July and August. The New York agent wa:; evidently doing his whole duty ancl earning every cent of his salary, while Tom made fre quent trips to Boston to keep the pot "Things arc going all right, Jack, and the business, as far as I've pu,,hed it, is holcling ils own: but just you see what will happen when I begin stirring !hin7s up out Wcsl. You'll have to moYe into larger quartcrK. From Chicago I'm going to CinGinnati and SL Louis, and many lesser cities. If l'm not wan led bark here, it may be six m01:._ths before I return. After I finish with the West I'm going to


,. 20 AN EY1 TO BUSJNESS. take in Philadelphia, Baltim o re and the big place s South, but l slrnll return to Barmouth rst. I shall want to see Patty, and how things arc going on, of cour s e." Tom spoke ''"ith s uch confidence and enthusiasm that Jack had not any cloubi but that Polishine would take on a real boom just as soon as its inventor took to the again. Dming the week in August Tom persuaded his mother and Patty to go with him a.rid spend a few clays at the quiet little t01rn of Plymouth, on Cape Cod Bay, about forty miles of Darmouth. It wonld be a change for them in a way, though the to\\'n posse none of the advantages of a seJsUe resort like Barmouth. The fourth day of their stay was a stormy one, and news was brought to the town that a big bark had gone ashore on a sand bar some miles to the south, in the neighborhood of an unfrequented stretch of shore. Tom, having nothing to do, decided to tramp down to the vicinity of the wreck. 'I'he clerk at the small hotel where they were stopping directed him to follow a certain road out of Plymouth, which would take him within a mile of the bay. "It's better for you to go that way than along the shore, for it's more direct," be said. "You can't go wrong if you turn off by the lane close to the Plymouth roadhouse you'll see about seven miles from here. It's the only house for mil<>s on the road, so you couldn't miss it if you tried." Tom thanked him and started. It was a bleak 11.fternoon, as we have remarked. The sky was still piled up with clouds, though the storm was practically over, and the wind from the bay blew keen and cold across the country. It to be a walk for Tom, but he didn't mind that in the least. He tramped sturdily onward until he sighted and finally came up wi[ h the roadhouse referred to by the hotel clerk. The lane leading to the bay was close by, and Tom turned into it. A mile down the lane he came to an apparently deserted building a story and a half high. Within the last half hour the air had been growing darker and darker, as the clouds from the sea rolled thicker and thicker upon one another. Tom was satisfied it was going to rain, and so he hailed the house in question with a feeling of satisfaction. "I guess I'll have to give up my trip to the shore, though I'm almost there. I don't care fa risk a bath with my sum mer flannels on. I'll stop at this shelter and rest a while. Maybe the weather will brighten by and by." Tom entered the building'and looked around. An old-fashioned wide, open fireplace stood at the of the single room that composed the lower floor, and there was the remains of a recent fire on the hearth. There were also a rough deal table and three stools in the room, while on the table stood a black bottle with a piece of candle stuck into the neck. The1e were liquor stains fragments of food and fine pieces of smoking toba cco strewn about on the table, show ing that some one had tarried there rec e ntly. The floor was full of cracks and hole s and was covered with the dirt of many months. Tom hied one of the closed doors he saw and found it opened on an empty, roomy cupboard. A ladder which stood in one corner communicated through an open trap with a loft above. Tom crept up to see what the place was like. There were two piles of dry hay there that looked as if they had been used as beds by a pair of homeless wanderers. Between the beds lay a couple of bundles, which seemed io indicate that the men who had slept on the straw intended to return for a night's lodging, at least. Tom was on the point of retracing his steps to the floor below, he heard voices outside the building, and presently ough-looking individuals entered the house. "Bl the weather!" growled one of them. "It's comin' on to rain again." "Dash my vig I" answered the other, with a strong cock ney accent, "if hit ain't gettin' blacker nor the hace of spades." The two men took their seats at the table, ancl the thick set man struck a match and lighted the candle in the bottle. Tom, peering down through the trap, had a good view of both of them. The one with the London accent was short and thin, wore a soft cap, and had his threadbare jacket buttoned close around his body. He looked like famine's youngest son, so drawn and ca daverous were his features. Tom gave him but a casual glance, for the other man arrested his attention. There was something strangely familiar about him to the boy. As he approached his face to the candle to light a pipe he had filled his features were thrown for a moment into bold reli<>f. 'l'hen it was that Tom recognized him as Bud Smith, one of the Night Hawks, who had escaped from the State prison. CHAPTER XIII. THE SOLE SURVIVOR OF THE WRECK. "Well, Jimmy, things look kind of queer with us re marked Bud Smith, with a scowl. "Queer! They couldn't look queerer answered his com panion, whose name was Jimmy Gubbins, disconsolately. The speaker was a London sneak thief, with a record at the Scotland Yard bureau, and he had come to America because he couldn't keep out of at home. "We haven't a nickel between us," growled Smith.


AN EYE TO BUS INESS. . ,,.J "Xever a red/' r e pli e d G u bbins. "And we hain't 'ad not h i n' io heat a ll d ay." "I s h o uld like to rai::;c the wind s omehow," s aid Smith. "Should you?" returnerl the c ockn e y crook "Vell, then, I'm pre cious glad you can't-the vind is too 'igh already I for the ruinated state of my wardrobe. I'm bless'd if the vind don't blow in at this 'ere 'ole at the top 0: my cap, and comes hout at thi s e re 'ole at the bottom 0: my shoe." "Don' t be s o funny. You know what I mean We've got to have money, or we don't e at "Oh, Lor'! Don t mention heatin' I'm that 'ungry I could heat a 'orse, tail and hall." "Neither do we drink anythin' stronger than water un le s s we can find the price. My throat i s as dry as a chip "And. mine is as dry as a s alt 'errin' "I've never known it to be otherwise, Jimmy, since we come together," s aid Smith, with a sardonic grin. "I can't 'elp it. I t's my mother's fault-she weane d me on salt fish. "She did, eh? chuckled Sm ith. "It's a wonder you didn't become a sai l or, then, i n stea d of a s l e ight-of hand artist "Sleight of and Is that wot you call per:essional gents like me in this country? Never 'eard the name be fore." "It fits you, don't it?" "It ain t 'ar: bad You wouldn't believe, maybe, but my grandmother wanted to make a hangel of m e h e used to say that the 'aypenny a veek she allowed me for hextras was better'n a sovereign a day not come honestly by. But she was a hignorant old cretur Many a time she'd say to me,' 'He who prigs vot isn t his'n, 'e vill surely go to prison.' But 'e von t if 'e hain't caught at it." "You've been pinched often enough to know how it feels "Vell, powder me b l ue if I hain't seen t h e insides of hevery jug within "a 'undred mil e of Lunnon. The beaks 1."Jlew me s o well l couldn't valk 'ar.f a block but von 0: them 'ad is heye on me. "So you hook the old country and came to America." "I 'ad to. It got too 'ot for me hover there." "Yol1 won't find it any cooler ove r here unle s s you stand in with the cops." The for e going conver s ation was not very interesting to Tom Traver s a s he looked down from the loft at the pair of ras c a ls at the tab l e H e wonde red how long the y intended to stay t h ere He didn't reli s h the nearne s s of their soci ety, and he en t e rtained seriou s doubts as to how they would act i f he made an attempt to leave the prem i s e s while they wer e in the building At l e ngth Bud Smith 1.-nocked the dead ashes from his pipe, blew out the candle, got up and m o ved t o ward the door "Come on, Jimmy he s aid. "I'm goin' up to the road house to beg a m e al. I can t s tand this gnawin' at mx vitals. I'd about a s s oon be in jail.:' "Dash my vig but I'm vith you," cried the English c rook, jum p ing to hi s feet and following his compa n ion outside. Thank g oodn e s s they'r e gon e !" breathed Tom, slipping clown the ladd e r "I'd rath e r take a s oaking than have a run-in with tho s e c hap s in thi s lone some p l ace." He went to the door to w aic h th eir retreat, but was rather s tag g ered to see the m s tandibg ju s t out s id e looking in the direction of the ba.y. Wondering what the:y w e re looking at, he turn e d hi s gaz e in that directio n too. A b e arded, squar e -built man, dressed in a pea jacket and a cap that clearly indicated that hi s bu s iness was connect cLl with the s ea, was coming up the l ane He walked a bit un s teadily, like a man who might haYe taken a drop too much. Th e two crooks s eemed io watch hi s approach with muc h interest-Tom with a c e rtain amount of apprehension for hi& for he easi l y bel ieved that the two rascal s were desperate enough to attack the stranger o n the chance of findi n g money i n hi s pockets. "Hello, mes smate," said Smith when the n ewcomer got quite close to them "Wher e bom1 d ?" "I'm bound :or a town called Plymouth rep lied the s tranger "Perhaps you can tell me if I'm likely to fet c h it on th i s t ack." "Ply mouth is eight mile s away," r e plied Smith; b ut as. me and my pa l is goin' th e r e we' ll see to i t you d o n t mi s s your way." "Well, that's kind of you. I haven't b e en in these part;; for ten years, and the country looks kind of s trange to me, thou g h I don't b e li e v e it's changed any You see, the bark Shenandoah, in which I s hipped at Buenos Ayres for Bos!o::, got caught in a fog last night s o ;rnewhere off Bo::1ton Li g ht. We los t our reckoning, drift e d about all night, and thi;; morning went ashor e on a s and bar yond e r and the s peak e r wave d his hand toward the bay. "I was the onl y one s aved, for the sea pounded the vessel so hard that she br oke up I float e d a s hor e on a spar and was haul e d o::t o f the surf by the lifes a v ing c rew of the s tation below h ere. They pull e d me around aft e r a time, and I made up m y mincl to w a lk to Plymouth whe r e I was told I could cat c h a train for Bos ton I'm afraid though, that th e last glass o f h o t whiskey I drank has kind of mudd led my brain s 1Yhic h ain't v e r y s trong s ince I came out of the hospital at Bu enos Ayres . "Don' t you worry about that, messmate," repli e d Smith . "We'll see you right on your road with a great deal of pleasure." "I'm oblig e d to you for y our kindnes R my fri en d I hope you' ll al low me to make it a ll ri ght with y ou. I a lway::; like to pay for any favor that's r e nd e red me, esp eciall y a.;; in this case you both look as if you'd seen hard l uck." "We don't want to rob you, messmate r e p l ied Smith, in a friendly way. "You've bee n shipwrecked, you kno":, and can't have much about yol1." "That's whe re you make a mistake, my fri e nd s I'Ye


_( 22 AN EYE TO BUSINESS. more than a thousand dollars in a belt around my waist. around here? I haven't seen a house in except thia I saved that, you see, if I was shipwrecked old shack, since I left the beach. "Oh, blessed saint of the mint! Did you hear that?" "There's a public 'ouse at the 'ead of the lane," said GubTom heard Jimmy Gubbins say in a low tone to his com-bins, with alacrity. "I'll fetch the things from there." panion, "A thousand dollars! Oh, crickey !" "What's the use of taking all that trouble? We'll all "Poor man! 'l'hey will rob, perhaps murder him," three go there and get a me' al shipshape," said the stranger, breathed the boy, with the greatest anxiety. "How can I rising. put him on his guard?" "We can't go there now," objected Smith. '"It's rainin' At that moment it began to rain, and the drops came hard down big and fast "Then how do you expect to get the bread and and "It's rainin'. Looks as if it w o u l d come down hard in beer?" asked the mariner, sitting down again. a few minutes. We'll just take shelter in this old house, "Oh, I don't mind a vettin'," replied Gubbins "It von't messmate, till it lets up," said Smith, catching the stranger be the first von I've 'ad. Vhy, vonce I vos ducked six times by the arm and leading him toward the door; "then we'll in an 'orse pond for bonin' a child's--" start for Plymouth Smith cut his reminiscent remark short with a uunch in "All right, my frie n d," 11ai d the 111ariner, hearti l y "I'm the stomach. not aching for another wetting, although I dare say it "Oh, crickey W o t did you d o that for?" wouldn't hurt me, seein g as I'm used t o it." "It was an accident," replied Smith, with a sc0iwl. "I mustn't be seen," said Tom t o himself "I'll get up "Vell, don't do it aga in. You nearly made a 'hole through to the loft again." my "If you don't mind givin' my pa l half doll ar, wit h a He found, however, that he had no time to retreat above if he hoped to escape observation, so he made a quick dive trifle extra for a small pocket fl.ask of whiskey for y o urself, why, I'll be much obliged to you," said Smith to the for the shelter of tlj.e cupbo ard and pul led the door to after mariner him "I haven't got less than a five-dollar bill," replied the "I must save this stranger somehow," thought Tom, as man, unbuckling his belt, opening a water-tight compart h e watc hed t h e t w o cr ooks and their pro spective victim enter ment in it, and removing a wad of money. the room. "He's evidently the mate of the bark lost on the The two crooks gazed with longing eyes at the roll of sand bar. It is my duty to do by him as I should have bills as the stranger peeled off a five-dollar one and tossed wished another to do by my fathe r if, during his lifetime, it on the table he had been placed in a like situation." "There you ate," he said in a friendly way. "Use what "How do you like our humb l e shed, messmate?" asked you want of it." Bud Smith, after he had relighted the candle and pointed "Won't I?" muttered Gubbins, making a grab at the bill at one of the stools a mute invitation tlmt the stranger as the mariner replaced the money belt around his waist accepted. "Unfortunate ciTcumstances have compelled my He da s hed up the ladder am1 presently returned with a pal and myself to live here for ft week past." thick gunnysack, which he drew over his head and sh o ul"I thought you'd seen hard luck, my friend," replied the ders. mariner, in a tone of hearty sympathy "I suppose a five"This vill. do for a humberella," he grinned "If the dollar note divided between you two would be welcome? vater comes in at the top o f my shoes it'll run h out again You look as if you were hungry through the 'oles at the bottom." 'Ungry !" chipped in Gubbins, placing one hand on his With this parting remark he ran out o f t h e doorway info stomach. "We hain't 'ad nothin' to eat worth mentionin' the "loom of the dre ary afternoon. for a "That's too bad. Is times so hard in this counh'Y now that you can't get work?" "They couldn't w ell be ;arder," replied Jimmy, dolefully. "Is that a fact? I suppose neither of you'll object to my tTeat to a first rate meal when we reach Plymouth? lt i sn't in my nature to see any man go hungry while I've got a shot in the locker-that is, a dollar in my pocket "It's some distance to Plymouth, messmate If you don't mind, we'd consider it a favor if Y.Ou'd loan us_ the price of a couple of snacks of bread and cheese and a quaJ.'t of beer. Perhaps y ou'd prefer whiskey for yourself?" said Smith. "J,oan you! Why, I'll give it to you, man;" replied the manner, hreezily. "But where are yo'u going to get it --' CHAPTER XIV. ON TUE EVE OF .A. CRIME . "I suppo s e y01,1'vc bec n all over the world, shipmate?" iemarked Smith, when the Engli s h sneak thief ha! departed on his errand. "Pretty near," replied the mariner. "How long have you been at sea?" "Eve!'. since I was a boy." 1 "That's a long time. Bound home now, eh?"


EYE TO BUSINESS. 23 "Home!" exclaimed the stranger, wilh a start. "I hope so." "You hope so? Aren't you sure?" Tl1c mariner shook hi. head sadly. t ,"You can't be sure of anything ju ihis world. It's ten years f'ince I was home last." "Ten years I Where have you been all that time?" ", 'hipwrecked." "Shipwrecked, eh ?" "Every soul lmit but me-just like it was wilh the brig this morning. Seems singular, doesn't it, that J was the only one to live through both disaslen; ?" Buel Smith nodded, and suck"cl at his pipe, which he had refilled and lighted. "Where was you shipwr0ckcd ?" "On a small island ofr the coast of Routh America." "Juflt where my father w11s losl," ihouglit 'J'om '!'ravers, who was liF;tening intently. "And di cl that liappen len years ago?" ask0d Smith. "It dicl," replied lhe solemnly. "Gracious!" breathed Tom. "His vessel was lost about the same time as my father's, too." "How long were you ,on the island?" asked Smith. "Nearly ten years." "Not all alone?" "Yes, all alone," replied the mariner, with a nod. "Didn't a V('flSel come near lhe island in all that time?" Tot a single vessel put in there all that time. Many came near enough for me to signal them after a fashion, but they 11ever paid any attention." "That wa:; hard luck, 8hipmate." 'I thought so until one clay a brig put in and took me off. She left me at Buenos Ayres, where I was at once taken clown with brain fever and sent to the hospital. When I recovered I was not quite the same man I had been, at least about the head. I shipped for Boston as chief mate of the bark Shenandoah, although I had been a capt'n for a matter of ten years. But my ill luck attended me still, for she wa'> out of her course when within sight of port and lost on the sand bar yonder, as I told you before." "Well, shipmate, I reckon your hard luck is over now. You'll soon be home," said Smith, with a wolfish chuckle. "Ay, ay, if I ca.n find a home to go to," replied the mariner, sadly. "Why shouldn't you find it? You ain't forgot where it was, have y.ou ?" "No; but many changes happen in ten years." "That's right, they do." "I have doubtless long since ooen given 11p for dead." "Very likely." "My wife and little ones"-his voice broke anc1 he wiped a tear away-"may be clea(l, or have mov0d somewhere else." "They wouldn't stay in one place ten year s_,'' noclclcd Smith. "And RO you see how I'm fixc(l. I'll probably have to look them up before I can hope to meet them again. But if they're alive I'll find them, never fear--0h, yes, I'll find them." At that moment Jimmy Gubbins came back with several packages in his arms, a big tin pail in his hand, a bottle oJ'. whiskey in one pocket and three glasses in the other. He laid everything out on the table and took the center stool himseH. "You'll join us in a glass first, won't you, shipmate?" saic1 8mith, proceeding to fill the glasses. "There's nothin' like sociability, you know, to promote good friendship." "Y cry well," consented the stranger, genially. 'Ere's i.o your wery good 'ealth, Mister Sailor," said grabbing his glass. "May we meet more num0r ous, bnt never less respectable." The glasH('S were quickly drained, and those of Smith an cl his pal refill eel. "'Now, shipmate, help yourself to the whiskey. Where's lhe gt'nlleman's change, Jimmy?" "Yell, blow me tight if I dicln't forget hall about it," saicl the !meak 1.hief, slowly taking some silver from his pocket with one hand, while he ravenously devoured a chunk or hrcad cheese held in the other. "Wot was it that yon give m0-a two-dollar bill, wasn't it?" "No, ,Timmy, it was a five-plunk note," said Smith. "You have a very bad memory." "So my grandmother used to say when I boned her purse vunce or twice and to return it," replied the London thief, grudgingly counting out the money. "There's yom change. Two pints of beer at ten cents is a quarter. One bottle or' whiskey at $1.50-that's two dollars. Eight sand wiches at ten cents each is another dollar. And the loan of three glasses is another quarter. That makes $3.50 alto gether. 'l'hat's correct, isn't it?" "I suppose it is," replied the stranger, pocketing the change in an abstracted way. "Of course it is," asserted Gubbins, winking at Smith. "There's one thing I can say for myself, and. that is I'm strictly honest. My grandmother walloped it into me and I hain't forgot it. She used to say to me that honesty vos the best policeman-we call 'em beaks on the other siclein the world. If you're honest you won't never get into the jug. Unfort'nitly lots of honest folks gets into the work 'ouse." "You ain't drinkin', shipmate," said Smith. "Come, now, fill up. A drop of whiskey '11 warm yoUT blood. This kind of weather is enough to chill one to the bone." Ile .filled the stranger's glass half full of the spirits. "Your health, shipmate." The mariner mechanically drank when the others drained their glasses. There w11s silence in the room for some minutes, while the cro o ks worked their jaws over the sancl"\\'iches, that dis appeared

.AN EYE TO BUSI:NESS. Bud Smith was trying to lull the stral'iger into a sense Rf complete security. Had the mariner noticed Jimmy Gubbins's errors of computation in accounting for the unexpended balance of the five-dollar bill, he would have suspected him and com pelled his comrade to disgorge the difl'erencc. "That's a good jacket," said Smith, picking it up and looking it over. "I'm goin' to keep it. Hello! Here's his name stitched in it." While he was stowing away his share of the sandwiches Smith was thinking how he coulJ get possession of the stranger's valuable belt with the least trouble. He was prepared to murder the chief mate of the lost bark, if necessary, to get the thousand dollar while Gub bins had no objection to help him do it for half of the s"'ag. Smith, 110wever, had not the slightest intention of letting his companion have more than a tenth part of the money, nor even. that much, for he to shake him as soon 'iS possible after the contemplated crime. Outside it was raining steadily, with little prospect of ll. let up for some time to come. "I guess the rain is good for another hour," remarked Smith, at last. "You look fagged out, shipmate." "I feel so," replied the a bit wearily. "Then you'd better go up into the loft and lie clown for a while. We'll wake you when the weather "There's a lot of straw hup there," ]JUL in Gubbins "You'll skep as sound as a toft in a .feather bccl, blow me tight if you won't." "I think I'd feel better if I lay clO\rn for a spell,'' replied the chief mate. "I s uppose it's quite a walk from here to Plymouth?" "It's all of eight mile," answered Smith. "Take another drink, shipmate. It'll steady your nel'Ves." "No, no; I'll drink no more. :M:y head won't stand it." "Well, please yourself. You're the doctor. Shall I help you up the ladder?" "No. I'm a sailor, you know." "All right, shipmate. Make yourself at home up there." The stranger took off his peajacket, threw it on the stoo l .und started for the ladder. Tom saw him slowly mount to the loft and disappear through the trap in the ceiling; then he watched the crooks to see what they were going to do next. "It's werry aggravatin' that he didn't leave 'is money in 'is jacket, for then we'd 'ave no trouble 'ookin' it, and we could be miles avay vhen he voke lrnp." "It doesn't make any difl''rence, we'll ge t it, anyway1 just as soon as he's sound asleep. I'll slip up and take the belt off him. It's a fine thing for us that he's his own banker." "-N othin' like bein' your hown banker," grinned the sneak thief. "I mean to hopen a bank some day myself." "What with? A crowbar?" chuckled Smith, sardoni cally. "Did 'e put that change in 'is pocket, or in 'is jacket?" asked Gubbi.n!:l, taking up the garment and running his nimble fingers through each pocket with professional celer ity. "Not a bloomin' copper!" throwing it upon the table in disgust. 'Is name?" "YesEzra Travers." "My father!" gasped Tom, aloud, his heart 3lmost ceas ing to beat. CHAPTER XV. BACK TO LIFE. "What did you say?" said Smith, turning to his pal. "I didn't say hanythin'," replied Gubbins. "Y cs, you dil1. You saicl somethin' about your father." "'Ow could I? Vhy, I never 'ad von. It must 'ave been the sailor chap talkin' in his s leep." "If he's asleep we'd better be thinkin' of gettin' down to business," said Smith, taking a revolver out of his hip pocket." "You hain't goin' 1o shoot 'im, are you?" asked Gub bins. "It isn't rainin' so 'ard now. Somebody might be comin' this way, an 'e'd 'ear the report. Better stick 'im vith this 'ere knife, ir you've got to settle 'im.'' and the London crook took out of his pockeio a sheath, from which he pulled a six -inch blade. "I don't know you're right, ,Jimmy. Give me the knife. I can cnt the b elt ofl' with it and he'll be none the wiser. I'd ralher grl it without killin' him if I can." Gubbins hanclr

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26 AN EYE TO BUSINESS. (Continued from page 24.) Then it was that 'fom saw the revolver lying on the table. With a cry of satisfaction he jumped out and secured il. Cocking it, he pointed it at Smith and cried: "Stop! Another step up that ladder and I'll put a ball through you." Gubbins turned around and gave a gasp. The two crooks were fairly taken by surprise. In order to wake up t.he man he supposed might be his father, as well as to impress the rascals with the fact that he meant business, Torn pulled the trigger and sent a ball whizzing close by 8mith's car. With a smothered imprecation the crook slid to the floor, and, grabbing the knife out of his mouth, stood as if unde cided whether or not to make a sudden rush at the boy, who seemed to be master of the situation. The report of the revolver awakened the stranger, aml he stuck his head down through the opening. The tableau he saw below rather astonished him. "Hello What's the matter?" he asked in a bluff tone. "The is that these fellows intended to rob you of the m<>ney you have in a belt around your waist," replied Tom. "Rob me!" exclaimed the chief mate "Father, is it indeed you, come back l.o life?" In a moment father a.ud son were locked in each other's arms. The discomfited convict stared at the tableau in amaze ment. Then, as if he perceived the advantage in it for himself, he stole toward the door, holding his wounded arm to sup port it, and in another moment was gone. Tom and his father saw him disappear. "My dear, dear boy, how you have pown !" exclaimed Ezra Travers, drawing back and contemplating bis son with eyes that beamed a newly born happiness. "I never should have known yon. And your mother," he added eagerly, "is she well? And little Dora. Where are they? Are you liYing in this neighborhood now?" "Mother is quite well, and so is Dora But as we long ngo received news of the loss of the Susan Dean, and never heard tidings .from you or any of the brig's company, we naturally came to look upon you as dead." "Dcarl !'' snid Captain 'T'ravers: "Yes, I have been dead 1.o the world for ten long years. But, thank heaven, I have at last returned to life and my dear ones again." "I will have to break the news to mother before you can meet her. father." "It's a lie!" snarled Smith. "Yes, yes. I will go with you at once." "Vell, powder me blue if I heyer 'eard the like of that! "We live at Barmouth, a few miles south of Boston." Ve vouldn't rob nobody of nothin' whatsomdever," asl!lerted "Barmouth I know the place. How happens it y<>u Jimmy Gubbins. are down in this neighborhood, then?" "That man with the knife in his hand is Bud Smith, an "I brought motlier down to Plymouth for a few days' escaped convict from the State penitentiary," said Tom. change of scene. We have rooms at the hotel there." With a snarl like a wild beast's, Smith made a sudden "Plvmol1th That is but a few miles from here," said dash at the boy; but Tom was not off his guard in the least. the captain, eagerly. "Let lls start at once. I l'tID nearly He jumped behind the table and fired at the arm that wild to clasp your mother in my arms again." held the knife. "I am ready, father," replied Tom. "It has stopped With a roar of pain, Smith staggered back, the weapon raining, I think. It will be dark long before we can reach dropping to the Door. town. I see both o:f those rascals have go-t awfty. Well, it J immy Gubbins, panic-stricken, dashed out of the back doesn't maticr-they will be captured sooner or later, that's door and sped the meadows as fast as he could go. pretty certain. Corne, father." With the fl.ash. and report of the second shot from the re-As Tom spoke, the candle in the neck of the bottle on the volvcr the stranger put his foot on the upper round o:f the table gave one last expiring gasp and went out, leaving ladder and was presently standing on the floor of the room. them in flarkness. "Who are you, my lad?" he asked in a tone of puzzled The father and son, so strangely reunited, left the miserwonclerrnent. "I don't quite understand this matter. You able and deRcrted shanty arm in arm, and turned their faces say this man is an escaped convict, and that he and his up the lane toward the road that led to Plymouth. companion meant to rob me?" "I did say so, and it's a fact. He got away from the penitentiary with a companion about three months ago. You asked me my name--well, it's Tom 'l'ravers." "Tom Travers!" exclaimed the mariner, slowly. "Tom Travers!" he repeated, an indescribable look coming into his eyes. "It cannot be that you are--who was your father, boy?" he asked, taking a step forward in his feverish eager ness. "My father," replied Tom, in a trembling tone, "was Captain Ezra Travers, of the brig Susan De--" "My son!" cried the stranger, rushing forward with out stretched arms. "My boy Tom. I am your father." CHAPTER XVI. IIARNESSINE. Mother," cried Tom, into the room occupied by his mother and Patty at the small inn at Plymouth two hours later, "I have wonderful news to tell you." "Indeed, my son? What is it?" "Do you think you can stand a sudden shock, mother?" "A shock, Tom?" asked Mrs. Travers, apprehensively.


, AN EYE TO BUSINESS. 27 "What do you mean? Surely nothing has happened to your sister?" "No, mother. This shock is one of joy-a great joy. Can you stand it? Suppose you heard that father was alive?" "Alive!" Mrs. Travers clasped her hands over her heart, while her face went quite white "Your father-alive!" she whispered in a strange, tense tone. "Tom, is this true? Is it really a fact that he is not dead, after all?" "It is really true, mother. Ile is both alive and well, and not far away." '.rhe little woman, who had for so many years regarded herself as a widow, trembled violently as the news forced itself through her brain. 'rhen she would have fallen had not Tom sprung forward and caught her in his strong arms. "Father!" he cried loudly, ancl as if the worcl had been a preconcertcd signal between them, the bearded mariner rushed into the room :md in another moment had his half fainting wife in his arms. "Come, Patty," said Tom to the amazed girl, who had been a spectator of the lmexpccted scene, "let's go outside for a little while." Tom ancl Patty went downstairs to the office, where the boy sent a

28 AN EYE TO BUSINESS. Tom, during Christmas week, discovered that he had an other string to his bow. He experimented with Polishine on harness leather, and found that it was equally as effective as on shoe leather. He decided, therefore, to put up a special brand for the harness trade, which hereafter he would make a side issue with Polishine proper. It was practically the same article, but Tom's object was to make it appear to be a special -compound for harness makers' use only. He gave it altogether a different tint, without changing its quality at all,. and he ordered a special shaped bottle from the glassworks to contain it. He began to introduce h by inserting advertisements in the leading harness makers' trade papers throughout the country. The secret of changing the magic shoe polish into the magic harness polish was intrusted to Captain Ezra Tl'av ers to carry out in a special room of the factory Cans of Polishine went in one door and came out bot tled Harnessine at another, the only real difference between the two being the color and smell CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION. New Years Day dawned cold and cloudy. People when they looked out of doors that morning said it would probably snow before night. Tom, who expected to start on his southwestern trip in a few days, decided to take advantage of the time-honored custom of making calls on that day, somewhat out of vogue in Barmol{th, as well as elsewhere, to visit his numerous circle of friends, who had seen very little of him since the p1'eceding summer He was welcomed with open rums, and made a great deal of. His popularity with the girls would have been greater but for the fact that it was generally known in town that \i.e was engaged to be married to Patty Penrose--whose \uck in catching him all the young ladies of Barmouth Everybody wanted to know if Tom was making a fortune out of Polishine, the geheral impres ion being that he was, because of the increasing amount of people noted about the polish factory. It was snowing quite hard when Tom tore himself away from the house where he made his last call It was close on to midnight, and he started off briskly toward his home a mile away. The air was thick with heavy flakes of snow, which, as there was little wind, fell straight down and lay in an efu increasing mass upon housetop, field, and roadway. Tom had. to pass Nathan Kemp's dwelling. The secretary of the Boston Missionary Society had .never forgiven Tom for the part he played in helping Patty Penrose to cut loose from his family rooitree. Ile had had several girls since in Patty's place, but none tayed very long, as they couldn't get on at all with Miss Priscilla, whose domineering ways they resented. They couldn't find a second Patty, and Mr. Kemp and his sister laid the blame of their loss upon Toi;n's broad shoulders. The girl's prosperity since leaving them was also a thorn in their sides. Had she been obliged to work as a common factory girl in one of the nearby towns it would have been something of a satisfaction to them. Instead of which she was high up the ladder of success ful employment, and it was known that she was actually a partner in the "Polishine" business. Nathan Kemp's property had a frontage of a hundred feet on the road, with a thick hedge on either side of the house. As Tom neared this hedge he heard voices on the other side of it. The boy stopped and listened to see if one of the speak ers was Nathan Kemp. l The first words that struck upon his ear were spoken in the familiar cockney accents of the London sneak thief with whom he had come into contact last August in the deserted shack down the line in Plymouth township. "Yell, dash my vig, if 'ere hain't a go," Jimmy Gubbins was saying, in a tone of disgust. "So you've been and gone and lost the bloomin' jimmy ve vor depen din' on to bust the door in vith. Vot arc ve goin' to do now?" "It cnn't be helped," growled the voice of Bud Smith. "I dare say we can cut away the wood around the lock with that knife of yours, and get in that way." "But 'ow habout the bolts? H I vos doin' the job alone, I'd vork at a vinder They hain't so 'ard as doors to hopen if you work 'em right." "Well, we'll tackle a winder, then," consented Smith. "I 'ope you hain't made no mistake habout 'is havin' money in the 'ouse, 'cause ve need it wuss than anythink I know of.'1 "He's got a wad all right. I saw him countin' it in the train from Boston last night, and he couldn't have banked it to-clay to save his life." "Maybe 'e 'as a strong hox in 'is .bedroom." "If it isn't too big arnl heavy we'll carry it away and break it open up at the blacksmith hop." "I vonder if 'e's a light sleeper? If 'e should vake up-" "We'll have to silence answered Smith, grimly. "Ve might do that vithout killin' 'im. Ve could stuff a rag in 'is mouth." "vVhat's the matter with you? Gettin' a weak backbone all of a sudden?" said Smith, sarcastically.


AN EYE TO BUSINESS. "Yell, you see as 'ow my grandmother--" "Oh, hang your grandmother!" growled Smith, impa tiently. "'Ow could I 'ang her vhen she's been dead these twenty year back?" "Shut up your trap, and let's get about the business." Tom didn't hear any more, and concluded that the ras cals had gone toward the house to begin operations. "So,'' he muttered, "they're going to try and rob Nathan Kemp. I'll have to interfere with their little project, although the old fellow is down on me like a thousand of bricks." Tom pushed the hedge aside and sa;w the two crooks just disappearing around the corner of the one-story kitchen annex. "It will take them a little while to get into the build ing," thought the boy. "I'll have time enough to run over i'.<> Constable Spriggin's house and rout him out 0 and into his clothes. Then we'll come back and do these chaps up." It didn't take Tom but a few minutes to reach the con stable's domicile. He pounded loudly on the door, and presently Mr. Sprig gins came downstairs in a suit of tropical-lo.oking pajamas. He let Tom in, and rather testily inquired his business at that late hour of the night. Tom told him in a ew words of the burglary that was on the tapis, and that woke the constable up to a sense of his duty. Five minutes later he and Tom, each armed with a re volver, left his house en route for the Kemp home. They cautiously approached the rear of the premises and found that the kitchen window had been forced. Tom Travers looked at the window a moment and then went and tried tbe door. It was unfastened. Evidently the slight and agile London thief had got through the window and then unfastened the door to allow his companion, who was a thickset fellow, to enter. Tom and the constable made their way softly upstairs to the second floor. Here they found one' of the doors ajar. They pushed it' open and entered the ro,om. A lamp was burning on the table. It was Nathan Kemp's practice to sleep with a light turned low in his room. Bud Smith had turned the wick up the better to see what they could find. Both the rascals were in the room, with their backs to the in the a.ct of prying open a bureau drawer, while Gubbins was holding down the gagged figure of Na than Kemp in the bed. "Surrender, you rascals!" roared the coll.stable, covering Smith with his weapon. "Blessed saint of the mint l" gasped Gubbins, releasing his victim, "ve're scragged!" "Help! help!" screamed Nathan Kemp, after tearing the cloth from his mouth. Bud Smith sullenly yielded to the force oc c : rcum stances, and Jimmy Gubbins followed suit whe : 1 he saw that the game was up. They were being when Miss Priscilla ran into the room in rather light apparel. She screamed and fled, when she saw that the room was full of men, as it seemed to her. Nathan Kemp glared at Tom Travers as if he suspecte l him of unlawful intentions, and was surprised to lr>ar:i that it was all owing to Tom that he was saved from being ro,bbed. He expressed no gratitude, however. Tom helped march the crooks to the lockup. Next day they were brought before the magistrate antl examined. In the end, Smith was returned to the State Prison to finish his ser.tence, with a new indictment hanging over his head, on which he would be arrested and brought to trial as soon as he had served his term as a Night Hawk. Jimmy Gubbins was tried, convicted,_ and to keep him company for a number of years. After the trial Nathan Kemp thanked Tom in a grudg ing for what he had done in his behalf, but they never became friendly. Tom made a successful tour to Philadelphia and the South in the interests of "Polishine," and subsequently went West to conquer new ':fields of enterprise. Two years ancl then a three-story brick factory was erected by the Polishine Company, which was now doing a land office busineRs. On Tom's twenty-first birthcla.v he and Patty were mar ried, but the young wife continued to act as Secretary and Treasurer of the company. Jack Harding and Dora had been wedded two years be fore that happy event. Tom is now quite a man, but he bas the same wonderful eye for business as he had as a boy, who was not asleep at any stage of the game. THE END. Read "TIPPED BY THE TICKER; OR, AN AMB.ITIOUS BOY IN WALL STREET," which will be the next number (70) of " and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by retum m&il.


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