Out for the dollars, or, A smart boy in Wall Street

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Out for the dollars, or, A smart boy in Wall Street
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As Mr. Chiswell entered the room from his private oftlce, Fred advanced to the closet and threw the door wide open. A weird-looking, black-haired giant of a man stalked forth. Hattie shrieked, dropped the ca.sh drawer, and fainted. /


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY luuect Weekl11-B11 S u bscription 1 2.50 pe r 11ear. Ente1ect according to Ac t o f Congress, in the ye a r 19()7, in t he OJ/Ice o f the L i b rarian of Oong1eBB, Wcuh.in g to n D C., b11 Frank Touse11, P ublia h er, 2 4 Union S quan Neto Y o r k No 74. NEW YORK, MAR CH 1, 1907. PRICE 5 CENTS Out Fo11 Do11arrs OR, A SMART BOY IN WALL STREET . By A SELFMADE MAN CHAPTER I. OUT FOR THE DOLLARS. I "Hey, Fred, what's your rush?" cried Billy B rown, mes s enger for Edwards, Saunders & Co. stock brokers, Ex change Place, as an alert, good looking l ad slid ar o und the corner of Wall and Broad streets, in fr ont o f the Mor gan Bank, and ran smack into his arms. "That you, Billy?" exclaimed Fred Stanfield. "Excuse me for butting into you, but I didn't see you. How are things coming ?" "Same as ever. Everything comes my way but money, barring my wages on Saturday, and I don't need a horse and wagon to carry that home Say, I heard t hat you had a falling out with Osgood." "That's right," nodded Fred. "And that you left him "That's ri g ht, too. Who told you?" "That red-headed dude, the cashie r The follo w you n e ver could get along with. He was a lways running to Osgood with some story about you. Was h e the cause of y our leaving?" "Yes he was at the bottom of it. He told Osgood that he laid an important letter on the end of his desk and told me to mail it, and that I didn't do it." "Which wasn't so, I suppose?" "Of c our s e it \yasn't so. When ever I went out, except on urgent haste for Mr. Osgood, I always looked at the end of Langhorne's desk to see if he had any letters laid out there to mail. On the occasion in question he did n't have the ghost of one, and he lied when he said he did. That is what I told Mr. Osgood before the chap's face I also to l d ,him that I was tired of having Langhorne knock at me at every chance he could find to do so, and as there didn t seem to b e much chance of his changing his tact ics I guessed I'd leave, and I did." "You wasn't out of a job long." "One day "Who are you working for now?" Horace Chiswell." "Who is he? Never heard of him." "There are lots of peop1e in business down here that you never heard of, Bill y ." "That's no lie Is he a broker?" "Yes, a mining broker. He's the Eastern r epresentative 'of the Great Expectations Mining & Milling Company o f Chihuahua, Mexico." "Great Expectations is good," grinned Billy. l s t here anything more t h an great expectat ions to it?'' "You'd think so if you read our pag e advertisement rn a couple of the Sunday pa. pers yesterday. It began w ith the words, 'The Eyes of the World are Turned Toward Mexico-the Earth's Greatest Treasure House of Gold and Si l ver,' in big type." "A page advertisement, eh? Yom boss is ang l ing for t h e lambs in great shape." I heard him tell.a man to-day that the opportunit y of ,


\. 2 OL;T FOR TIIE DOLLAH his lifo wr.s at haml; that Great Expectations, now selling at twenty cents a share, woulcl. soon be harcl to get. at a dollar. Uc said that fortune was ]mocking loudly at his visitor's cloor, and that if he failed to takt; advantage of the fact it was his mrn funeral.') "Trying to sell him some of the stock, I suppose Well, did he bite?" "He bought ten l 00 share certificates." "At twenty cents a share?" "Of course That's the price. It's gone up. Miss Rich mond, the stenographer, told me that the incorporation stock was selling for a nickel a share a month since. After the company was fully formed it jumped to ten cents. Now i t's twenty." "And next week it will be thirty?" "Possibly I understand that a rich vein of ore has been discovered in the mine and is being I took some copy to our printer's to-clay. It may have been for a new circular advertising the fact.'' "How is your job, anyway? Easy?" "I always have something .to do to fill in time. When I'm not out, I'm folding circulars, putting them into envel opes and ac1l1resi:;ing them. When I get a valise full I take them clown to the sub-station and turn them in.'' "I sn ppose your boss has a big mail ?" "Well, say, 'it makes Osgood's look like thirtv cents. Hattie Richmond, our stenographer, goes throl'igh i This morning when Mr Chiswell came in her table was covered. / wilh check8, postal orders and registered letters to b ea t the band. We are doing a land-office business." "Do you get as much as you did at Osgood's?" "Two dollars more. There's nothing mean about l\1r. Chiswell." "You're in luck." "I am that, for I picked up a tip to-day on the market." "Did you, really? What was it?" "Got any money to invest?" "Rot a red "Then the tip wouldn't do you "I'd like to know what it is, just the same." "I found out that a certain stocik is going to b7 boomed." "\\hat is the name of the stock?" "If it would no you any good I'd tell you; but, as yon havoo't any money, what's the use?" "I might sell the information and raise a few cases." "You couldn't sell it, A possible would de mand rour authority. \\hat coulcl :vo11 say? Only that you got yom knowledge from another messenger boy. Nay, nay, Billy. It >loulcln't >lork.'' --.. "What are you going to do with the tip?" "I've clone all I'm going to do with it." ""\ Yhat's that?" I bought twenty s hares of the ptdc k at 63, on margin, ancl a little while ago whe n the E\'.change closed it \ras going at 61-, so I'm twenty dollars ahead of the game at this point." --"Gee! You re a bloatetl capiLali l '1'!1cy must lumJ cost you over a hundred dollars." "They Llic1. They cost me a hundre d and twenty-six dollars.'' "\Yhere did get so much money?" "Saved it one way or another since I've been in Wall Street." "I don't see how you did it." "Well, I did it, or I wouldn't have it to call on, would I?" Bil1y had to admit the logic of that ans>ler, and, as he suddenly recollected he had lost considerable time talking to Fred, he said he had to move on, and so the boys parted Fred Stanfiekl, who had lately thrown up a position he hacl held for two years because of the personal .spite of the cashier of the firm, and had immediately secured another that he liked ever so much better, was a clever boy. The only relative he had in tho world was an aunt, who lived in a small Connecticut town. Ile had lived with her lmtil he graduated from the public school, when he came to New York City and got a position in Wall Street as office boy to William Osgood, a stock broker. He had a room on West 127th Sheet, and t o ok his meals at a restaurant. Being thrown entirely on his own resources had a tendency to make him independent an .cl self-reliant Up to the time of the opening of this story he had man aged to save out of his wages and the tips he occasionally got one hundred ancl thirty-five dollars, which he kept in a sayings bank not far from the office building in which he was employed. He had just drawn the greater part of this money to make tho necessary deposit on a ton per cent margin to secure twenty shares of C. & F. stock, which he had good reason to believe was about to be boomed by a clique of capitalists. It is unnecessary to go into particulars about just how he obtained his bit of inside information-it is enough to say that he got it in a perfectly legitimate way, and he was smart enough to take immediate aclvantage of the chance thus presented to make a f'take. EYeryborly in Wall Street was out for the dollars, and our hero was no exception to the rule. CH, \P'T'ER IT. FRED AXD THE STENOGRAPHER. That Fred's tip on C. & F was undoubted l y a good one "'as eYi

OUT FOR THE DOLLARS. 3 He made his purchases through a member of the Ex-11 "That's true. I've lots of them d r op their little change, with whom he had an arrangement to divide com bank rolls at Mr Osgood'S> office." missions. "Then I should think you have had obj ect -lesson s enough In additio n to booming the G r eat Exp ectations Mining to teach you to keep clear of the market & Milling Com p any i n New York and the East, M r Chis -"That's right in a way, b u t when a f e llo w gets a tip-"' well a lso did conside r ab l e business in all kinds o f Western "A tip," la;ghed Hattie Ric h mond. That doesn ; t happ roducts a n d producers pen very often, I guess Inside info r matio n i s n t in the This brought a good many c u stome r s to his office, and habit of leaking out-at least, so I have been told. A t any one of Fred's duties was to post up on a big blackboard in rate, it isn't reasonable to suppose that it does." the outer office the current quotations of the Goldfield and "That's true, too Still, it does get o u t occa s ionall y I San Francis.co exchanges as they were received by messen know of severa l messenge r boys who made con s iderable ger service from the New York M i ning Excha n ge, to which money o u t of the pointers they p i cked up o ne w a y or a.nMr Chiswe ll was a regu lar subscriber other." I knew before that so ma n y New Y o r k peo ple T hey were the l ucky ones. I bel ieve the r e i s an exc e p were int erested i n Western stocks," said F r ed to the stenog tion to every rul e rap h er one day "The men who come i n here watch the "Then I may be reckoned as o ne of the lu cky ones for b l ackboard just as i ntentl y as if the quotations wer e rai l road I got bold of a good tip the other d ay myse lf." stocks deal t in at t h e B road Street Exchange." "Are you sure a good tip?" she aske d i ncr e dulously. "It is easie r fo r pe r sons of small means to spec u late i n "Yes, I am pretty confident of it." mining stocks, as the val ue of those securities are so much "How can you be sur e of anything down i n Wall Street?" less than the railroad -shares," she replied. "The highest "Wel\, I can't very well go into particul a rs about this priced stock on the list is T onopah Mining, which this afone, Miss Richmond, but I think so well of it that I put up ternoon is quoted at twenty one doll a rs, with Goldfield all my money on the strength of it. Mohawk a close secon d at eighteen dollaJ.s. Nine out of "You did? How much did you r i s k ? every ten o:f t he other stocks arc l isted at l ess than a dollar, "One hundred and twenty six doll a rs." many being as low as six cents." "You foolish boy!" "I haven't much confidence in stock that is i::elling as low "Perhaps I was foolish, b ut.I don't thi n k so jus t now. as that," remarked Fred. "I mean six cents and there-I figure that I am a sure w i nner." abouts "That's the way all the people figure who inv e s t in the "You may set them down as prospects-that is, unde market, otherwise they wouldn't come down he r e to specu veloped mines, that are not as yet producing any ore to late with their money." speak of When a mine begins actua l shipment of its ore "Ro thing >enturec1, nothing gained, M iss Richmond it begins to loom up as a dividend -payeJ. in the near future, laughed Fred and naturall y iis price goes up "That's all right when you have a fai r c h a nc e to win; "Y:ou seem to be pretty well up i n Western stocks, Miss but in the stock market the risk is too unequ al." Richmond," said Fred. ''Except where you have a tip." "Well, I've been with Mr. Chiswell ever since he began "Noi one in a thousand ever gets wh'at you call a tip." business, and I am expected to keep pretty well informed "Well, I've got a tip this time, all right," per s i s t ed Fred. on matters that come direct l y aJ1rt constantly :under my "I hope it ma:v turn out to your advantage, Fred," r e attention." plied the girl. "What iR this t ip, if I may ask t h e q ues "I shou ldn't <:are to speculate in m ining stock, anyway. I d

4 OUT FOR THE DOLLARS. This is the fii:.st chance I've seen that promised results, so I went the whole hog on it." "Well, you have my best wishes for your success, Fred." "Thanlc you, Miss Richmond. I feel it in my bones that I'm going to come out on top, and when a fellow feels that way I think luck is on his side. At any rate, I'm out for the dollars, and I mean 1.o lanu a good bunch of them before I get to be twenty-one." Just then Mr. Chiswell rang his bell for Fred, and the conversation came to an end. A few days after the foregoing conversation there was great excitement in the Stock Exchange over the rise in 0. & F. Fred had kept close watch on the stock, an d when he saw it jump point after point he felt pretty good. At length it reached 80. "That's high e:q.ough for me," he said, and he ran around to the little bank where he had arranged his modest deal ahq ordered his shares sold. This was done inside of fifteen minutes, his stock going at Next day he received a check a statement of account from the bank and showed both to Hattie. "There, now, I have closed out that littl,e deal and made three hundred and forty dollars. How is that for a starter, Miss Richmond?" "You are a very fortunate boy," she replied. "I more than doubled my capital. That's the advantage of working a good thing for all it's worth." "I hope you will be careful not to lose what you have ma.de in this deal." "I shall look out for another tip." "And you really expect to run across another pointer as good a,s that one?" ''If a fellow keeps wide awake he is likely to hear of a great many things to his advantage one way or anotI1er." CHAPTER III. AT THE RISK OF HIS LIFE. Five hundred dollars was quite a comfortable little sum for a boy of Fred's years to possess, together with the con sciousness that he h!id made every cent of it himself. Not knowing when he would find another favorable op portunity to go into the market, he deposited it in a nearby savings bank, and placed his book in the office safe in an envelope adcltessed to himself. Fred soon got as familiar with the mining stock quota tions of the Western markets as he was with those of the New York Stock Exchange. As loads of mining literature came to the office in the mail, 0he soon began to flistinguish the good, reliable mines from the poor ones and the mere prospec'ts. Every good mining property seem to be surrounded by parasite claims that triM to make capital out of their prox imity to the ore-bearing ledges owned and exploited by the lucky ones. The wildcat mines were largely in excess of the real pro ducers, and Fred soon had most of tbem spotted. He noticed, however, that ]\fr. Chiswell had more of the wildcats for sale than those listed on the exchanges, pos sibly because there was more money in it for him. He found plenty of work for Fred to do, both in and out of the office, and it was seldom that the boy got away before five o'clock. One morning the broker called Fred into his private room and handed him a letter. "Take this to Mr .. George Sherwood, secretary of the Bonanza Mine, room-, in the Bowling Green Building." "All right, sir," replied Fred, who got his hat and started off. At the corner of Beaver Street and Broadway a lady and a little girl, both stylishly attired, who had been walking ahead of him, started to cross the street toward Bowling Green Park. Fred fol1owed close behind them. Suddenly the little girl broke away from her companion, who seemed to be her mother, and darted ahead with out stretched arms toward a gentlemll.D who stood on the walk in front of the park. At that moment a touring automobile darted out from behind a slow-going wagon and bore right down on the child. The lady saw the child's peril and. tried to grao at her, but failed. Fred, who had caught sight of the motor car :first, sprang ahead of it, grasped the little girl in his. arms, but was struck and hurled half 8. dozen feet away. RolJing over and over he instinctively held the child close to him, and thus Slived her from injury. Several people, including the gentleman we have men tioned, who was the child's father, rushed to the spot where Fred had brought up against the curb. Everybody thought that both the plucky lad and the little girl were either killed or at least badly injured. Willing hands picked them up, and the frantic father clasped his little daughter to his breast in an agony of grief. "Gee! Where am I at?" asked Fred, looking around in a dazed way. "Are you hurt?" asked several voices. "Hurt?" replied Fred. "I don't know. I thought a house had fallen in on me." In a few moments it was seen that, with the exception of some scratches and a cut over his eye, the boy was not in j nrecl The little girl had escaped scot free. By thi time a big crowd had collected . The driver of the motor ca r had stopped diRmolmted and rnn back t.o the scene to ascertain the extent of the damage he had clone.


Ot''r FOR THE DOLLARS. 5 Half the people scowled at him and muttered won1s that were not to his credit. However, it really was not his .fault, as the child had un consciously thrown herself in his path where the distance was too short for him to stop in time to avoid the collision, and Fred had deliberately courted the danger in order to save the little girl. A policeman ca.ine up, and when he learned the facts he put the aut.o man under arrest, and the father of the girl angrily declared that he would push the case against him. It pre5l:!ntly developed that the driver of the car was a wealthy capitalist. He offered to square things with the father of the child and also with Fred, who by this time was satisfied that he was not much hurt by the collision. The officer insisted that the parties connected with the accident board the auto with him and go to the station Fred objected. "I've got a letter to deliver at the building across the street. I work in Wall Street, and time is money with me." He showed the letter to the officer. The father of the girl saw the superscription on the en velope. "Why, that's for me," he exclaimed. "My name is Sherwood. I'm secretary of the Bonanza Min . My office is on the tenth floor of the Bowling Green Building." "Well, if you're Mr. George Sherwood, that note is for you," said Fred. "Who is it from?' asked the gentleman. Mr. Sherwood insisted that Fred must go to his office. "This note from Mr. Ohiswell will require an answer, ancl I want to talk to you, anyway." So Fred accompanied him, with his wife and daughter to his office in the Bowling Green Building. Here both Mr. Sherwood and his wife expressed their gratitude .to the boy in a profuse manner, and the secretary of the Bonanza Mine wanted to give Fred his check for a. thousand dollars Fred, however, firmly refused to accept a money con sideration "I wouldn't take such a chance as that for money I di d it to save your little girl, and I fee l repaid by the knowle d ge that she escaped without a mark. I shall accept n o reward whatever, sir. I simply did my d uty." "Very well, my brave lad; but I hope you w ill u n ders tand that we are your friends from this moment You must call and see u s as soon as you can make it convenient to do so. If I can ever be of any help to you I want you to call on me." Fred agreed to call and, taking the answer t o the n ote he hastened back to Mr. Ohiswell's office. CHA PTER IV. THE OIPHER TELEGRAM. "Mr. Horace OhisweH, No --Wall Street.'' "\'\hy, Fred whatever has happened to you?" "Ah, yes; I know him very well," and he put the letter exclaimed Hattie Richmond, when Fred walked into the in his pocket. "Well, my lad, you have saved my little ofiicc. "" daughter's life, and I can never thank you enough for your "Butting against an auto, that's all,'' replied the boy courage in snatching her from almost certain cleath. You with a smile. must accompany us to the station as the policeman re"You look it. Do you really mean to say that you w e r e quests strnc;k by one of those machines?" Mr. Sherwood, his wife and daughter boarded the auto "I was." and took possession of the rear seat. "My gracious Where?" The officer, Fred and the owner of the car, whose name "On Broadway, opposite Beaver Street." was Abbott, got in the front seat, and off they went to the "You've got a cut over your eye, and your clothes look station. like seven days of rainy weather. You must h ad a On their arrival everybody lined up before the sergeant's narrow escape." desk, and the officer stated why he had arrested the gen "I did." tleman. "Tell me how it happened." Mr. Abbott wanted to know 9nce more if the matter "Is Mr. Ohiswell in?" could not be arranged. "I'm willing to pay any reasonable sum to hush this matter up," he said. Mr. Sherwood had cooled do1Vn by this time, and decided that he would not prosecute the capitalist. Finally matters were ar't'anged that he was to pay Fred the sum of five hundred dollars and give him a new suit of clothes. The sergeant told him that he would have to hold him for examination before a magistrate, and so the capitalist sent a message to his lawyer to make arrangements to bail him out. .. "Yes. "Then wait till I've taken this answer to him. "He was out here looking for you a few minutes ago." "Thought I was away a good whi le, eh? Well, I got back as soon as I could." Fred marched into the private office, handed M r. O hiswell the note he brought from Mr. Sherwood, and exp l ai n ed what had happened to him. "You had a lucky escape, young man," r eplied the m in ing broker, with a half-smile. "So it was Mr. S h e r wood's little girl that you saved?" "Yies, sir."


OTJT FOR THE DOLLARS. "Well, you are a plucky boy. Was the man who ran you down arrested?" "Yes, sir; but neither Mr. Sherwood nor I will appear against him. He's going to send me a check for five hun dred dollars and an order .for a new suit of clothes to square himself with me." "He couldn't do much less, when he came within an ace of killing or injuring you. Go home for the rest of the day if you want to." "Thank you, sir; but I guess it isn't necessary. I feel all right." Fred returned to the reception-room and told Hattie all the particulars of the mishap. She declared that he was an uncommonly brave boy to do what he did. While they were talking a bright-faced young man came in, introduced himself as a reporter from a big daily, ancl proceeded to interview Fred about the acciclent. Next morning on his way downtown Freel read tb.e story, which made him out a hero of the :first water. He overtook Billy Brown on Broadway, near Wall Street. "Hello, Fred," said Bill. "I see you've got into the papers. Gee! I wouldn;t

OUT FOR THE DOLL.iRS. is 'certainly important, or it wouldn't be put in a cipher code. Now, isn't this enough to a :fellow mad? I'll bet this is a tip, and yet is about as intelligible as a Chinese puzzle." Just then the office boy came up to him and said that the broker he wanted to see was disengaged, and that he could go into his private office. So Fred put the telegraphic message in his pocket, and carried the note he had brought in to the broker, who wrote an answer for him to take back to Mr. Ohiswell. He had no time examine the telegram again until he went to his room after supper; then he sat clown and perused it long and earnestly, cudgeling his brains to get a line on the meaning of it, but all to no purpose. Na.xt morning he showed the cipher message to Hattie and told her how it had come into his possession. ''It seems like a code message," she said "There are several codes in general use. The words of any one of them may have been nsecl in this message." "No," replied Freel, shaking his head. "If it's an important stock message, as I believe it is, on account of it being addressed to William P. Smith, it is probably writ ten ju the words of a code or cipher known only to Mr. Smith and the senrler probably." "That's a reasonable guess," admitted Hattie. "Still, you never can tell what means of people will adopt. If I was you I'cl run in next door io Barlow Bros.' office ancl look up the word in their cable code book . At any rate, if it doesn't fit, you'll know that the cable code wasn't used." Fred was absent fifteen minutes, and came back with word that the cable code would not answer even a little bit. "I guess you'd better throw the message in the waste basket/' laughed Hattie. "You'll never be able to read it. "No; I'm going to kee,r it a while and see if I can s.tudy it o ut.:' "You'll only your time Qver it, Freel." "Well,. after office hours it is my own, and if I waste it that's my own funeral." "I'll bet you a box of candy that you'll never be able to m ake anything out of it," she said laughingly. "I'll take you up, if only for the fim of the thing re plied Fred. "Shake hands on it." They did, and Hattie declared tl,tat the candy was as good as hers. "Don't be too positive of that. I've got a great head, and when there's such a thing as a tip in the wind I'm not going to let it get away from me without a struggle." Fred put the mysterious telegram away in his pocket, intemling to do his very best to translate it into common seme. CHAPTER V. SOLVING THE PUZZLE. l A couple of young students hac1the square room next to his in the private house where he Ioc1ged, and that evening I he w ent in to sec them, for he knew they had a unabridged dictionary. He s howed them the mysterious telegram, ancl tolcl tl}em that the st e nographer: in his office had bet him a clollar box of candy that he could not translate it. "Now, I'cl like to do it, just to show her that a little thing like this can't stump me "vre'll help you win that candy," one of the students sa.id. "Then you can divide the spoils with us." "All right,?' replied Fred. "I'm so interested in that message that I'd give a ten-dollar bill to be ab le to read it co: o:ectl y." So the three put their heads togethe1: and tried to study it out. awho is William P. Smith?" asked on() of the students. "He i s a well-known broker in Wall Street," r eplied -"Then this telegram probably has some reference to St{)clrn." "I am sure it has," answered the young messenger "Possibly afi eirder from the person who sig11s him'self Jordan to buy or sell a certain stock." "I am not sure of that, because there are no initials of any stock shown in the telegram. Brokers usua.lly desig nate the stocks by the initials, just as they a:r:e quoted in the market reports. Still, the name of the stock, if a n y is named in this pu;;zle, may be concealed under -some spe cial word or words known only to Jordan and lVIr. Smith This is not unlikely, as it might be a vital matter betwee n the s e gentlemen to keep name of the stock a. secret ex cept to themselves." "How can you tell but it may be an invitation to a the ater party, or something o f that kind?" said the other stu dent. "It begins with the word theater." "Nonsense!" exclaimed his companion "Why would just that one word .be intelligible? Besides, the dispatch comes from Portland, Oregon He wouldn't invite a New Yorker 'way out there across the continent to g o to the theater. No, that word has a different meaning. "It might mean 'The,'" Freel, "the other let ters being added to deceive the eye." "That's right, it might. lVIany sentences begin with 'The'. But how about the next word? I don't see any sense in that." They studied over the words for some time without reach-ing a.ny re s ult. Suddenly Fred gave a shout: "Say, I believe I've caught on to something "What is it?" asked the st,uclents together "I've just n o ticelt that the first letters of Oaker, Gabbler and Wadding, j oi11tec1 by the And of Anclorrese< which fol lows Oaker, is the Stock Exchange abbreviat:ion for the Oregon & Great Wes tern Railroad, the main offices of which are in Portland, Oregon." "Where this telegram comes from," exclaimed one of thQ students. "Exactly," r e plied .Freel, in some excitement. ii


8 OUT FOR '.!'HE DOLLARS. "Admitting that you are right, that does not seem to furnish the key to the balance of the words," said one of the other two. "Well, I'll bet Oregon & Great Western has something to do with it," insisted Fred. "Maybe so. What do you suppose that figure 2 in paren thesis means?" That was a puzzle that none of them could get around. They worked over the telegram for another hour, and then the students threw up the sponge. "It can't be read without the key to the puzzle," said one of them, :finally, I guess the man who it m:icl the man who received it are the only ones in the secret." "Then, as I am neither one nor the other, I might as well make up my mind that I'm out the dollar for candy," sai

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