A pot of money, or, The legacy of a lucky boy

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A pot of money, or, The legacy of a lucky boy

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A pot of money, or, The legacy of a lucky boy
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Fame and fortune weekly : stories of boys who make money
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, "Look!'' he exclaimed, giving the rope a tug. To the amazement of Dick and Bob a nicely-adjusted panel slid noiselessly upward, exposing a recess in the wall. A threelegged iron pot full of glittering coin stood exposed.

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.. Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY lnued Weekly-B11 Subscription 1 2.50 per year. Ente1ea according to Act of Congrea, in the year 1:107. in the oJflce of the Librarian of Cong1eBB, Wahington, D. C., b11 Frank 7'ouse11, Publiahe1, 24 Union Squar, New York, 0. 83. NEW YORK, MAY 3, 1907. PRICE 5 CENTS. H POT Of lVIOf'tEY OR, THE LEGACY OF A LUCKY BOY By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. A WILD NIGHT ON THE CO.AST. "It's a wild night, Rachel," said Isaac Bloom, trying to peer through the thick pane of a window that lookedseaward from a little weather-beaten cottage on the summit of Bird Point, a promontory lhat projected into the Atlantic Ocean upon the rugged and surf-lashed coast of the State of 1\Iaine "Yes," he continued, "there have been many wild nights on this coast since we came here to live, Rachel, but none wilder than the anniversary of this day, twelve years ago, when the yacht Sunbeam went a8hore on these rocks and all perished except," he paused, as if something had gripped him by the throat, "that boy," he added after a mo1ilent The woman, the only other occupant of the room, who was laying the table for the evening meal, dicl not answer, but she seemed to catch her breath, and a shudder ran through her frame. She was not a pleasant -loo king woman, this Rache l Bloom. She was old and haggard, and her features were hard and unsympathetic. Neither was Isaac Bloom a cheerful -l ooking man. Ile was old, too, and just as haggard as his wife. His face might have furnished a text for a sermon, for it showed the impress of many passions, subdued somewhat by age, the chief of which seemea to be avarice. Yes, it was a wild night truly, just as Isaac Bloom had remarked The wind swept around Bird Point with the force of a young gale, coming up with a roar and a swoop from the leaping, moaning sea, and seemed to exhaust itself just at this point where the jagged black rocks shot their heads out of a boiling waste of foam. So dark was it without that Isaac Bloom's face was re flected in the ebony pane, and he cut1lcl see nothin& oi the tossing, foaming waves that ran hither and thither from the shore far ont to sea; nor could he make out the black, driving banks of clouds that obscured the sky above. The man turned away the window and went to the yawning open fireplace where part of a log supported a heap of blazing driftwood he had gathered from the shore. Such a fire, diffusing a cheerful glow, looked comfort able on a night like this. There was no satisfaction in the old man's face, how ever, as he over the flames and waniieu his skinny, mahogany hued hands in the heat. The wind pounced upon the cottage at intervals like a terrier might a rat, and shook the building just as roughly, but it seemed not to affect either the old man or his wife. Both were accustomed to wilcl gales on the coast, and nothing short of the house being actually carried away would have disturbed them. Nothing like that, however, was likely to happen, as it was too well anchored among the rocks. The cottage was a rambling one-story structure consist-

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, A POT OF :MONEY. ing of several rooms, of which the one in qne,;lion was the principal, or room. Behind it, and extending inlo a hollow of a section of the clift, was a long room mecl for sleeping purposes by lhc occupants or the house, being rough l y partitioned off in sections; while a small L to one side was provided with a stove and cooking utensils In the kitchen at that moment were two boys-one a bright, good-looking and op c n-fcalurcd youth oI seventeen, known as Dick who had cviclently come of good sto ck; the other a rough, sandy-complexionrc1 boy oI Rix.teen, named Bob Smithers, who i;howccl that he sprung from a very lrnrnblc order of society. There wnR all the difference in the worhl between the boys, and yet they were sworn Iricnhore at the time." ""Which goes to prove that he is the only one who should know the particulars. Take lhe bread in and we'll have our supper I'm hungry.

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A POT OF MONEY. 3. "So a m I, but I'll rathe r eat in here with you if I could." : willing to extend to him they both cast a searching look \Y e ll, we can eat in here very well, so start ahead." I at the man and then their eyes met significantly. I saac Bloom anJ his wife were already at the table and I The old man got up with unwonted agility for l;iim, and, had help e d themselves. advancing to the visitor, said that he could remain, as he Tli e boys sat down and helped themselves would not turn a clog out on such a night 'rhe meal proceeded in silence. Dick ancl Bob both looked ?t Isaac Bloom in surprise, for of the lads felt disposed to sveak, owing to the his manner had suddenly become uncommonly friendly. somber attitude of the old man and his wife. He hacl masked his surliness under a wrinkled smile, and The wind howled like a legion of uncanny spirits striv-he offered to take the stran g er's hat and bag in g for a n entrance, and the rain beat furiously again s t the The visitor handed him the hat, but the bag he held on s eaward sid e of the house, while during the intermittent to, placing it between his feet, while Dick assisted him off lull s in the gale the roll-call of the surf on the shore below wilh his overcoat, and Bob pushed a chair before the blazing ros e like the bass note of some grand organ hearth when the meal was finished the boys carried the dishes Dick hung the soaked coat up where the heat would soon into the kitchen and washed them, while the old woman dry it and was turning to leave the cottage when the stran tidiecl up the living-room, and Isaac himseH drew a chair ger, who had taken possession of the chair, after placing his up before the open :fireplace and litliis pipe. j bag carefully underneath it, as if he didn't want to let it "Have you decided to call on Lou Baker to-night?" asked out of his reach, looked at him in the full glare of the light. Bob, as he polished the plates one after the other. He uttered an exclamation of astonishment, and half rose "I have. The gale seems to be holding pretty steady in his chair, as his eyes fixed themselves on Dick's face. now. It isn't more than half a one, anyway. It has almost I s aac Bloom and his wife couldn't help noticing the stopped raining, too." exclamation and the action that accompanied it, and both "Then I'm with you. were seized with a strange agitation that betrayed itself The boys cleanea things up and passed into the back not only in their manner, but in the livid look that spread room for their oilskins. over their faces. These they donned and retni'necl to the living-room Dick stared at the stranger in so\ne surprise, and conse" I'm going clown to the village, Mot er Rachel," said quently did not notice the effect produced on Isaac and Dick, "and Bob is going with me. We're going to call at Rachel Bloom. the Bakers'." Bob Smithers, however, noticed their sudden constern aThe olcl woman, who had taken a chair on the side of the tion, and wondered what had occasioned it. fireplace opposite to her husband, merely nodded. "What is your name, boy?" asked the stranger, in an "We'll be back about ten, or maybe not till half past," eager, tense way. add e d Dick. "My name, sir? Dick Adams." At that moment, as they turned to go, another fierce gust A look of disappointment came over the man's features caused the cottage to rock and tremble, and in the midst and he sat down again. of it there came a loud knocking a.t the door. Yet he could not remove his eyes from Dick's face CHAPTER II. THE STRANGER. "How like," he murmured inaudibly "How like." "Come along, Bob, it's time we were going," said Dick, making for the door, which presently closed behind them both. "Say, Dick, what was the matter? What caused that man to ri s e in his chair and look at you in such a funny Dick opened the door, admitting a gust of cold and way ?" said Bob, as S?Oll a s they had covered with some diffia s tranger. c11lty a bare stretch of the cliff and reached the shelter of He was an elderly man, muffled up to his chin in a thick the wood. overcoat, with a soft black hat pulled clown over his fore "Ho\\' should I know? I never saw him before in my head, and in his hand he carried a stout traveling bag. life." He was pretty thoroughly drenched by the rain, however, "He must have known somebody that looked exactly l ike and his face looked red from the flogging the wind had you, for he asked you your name just as if he expected to administered to it. recognize you. "I am a stranger in these parts," said the visitor, "and "I know he did, and it surprised me." c:ave shelter lmtil the storm is over I am prepared to pay I "He was greatly disappointed when you said your name liberally for the accommodation was Dick Adams. I heard him mutter something to him Isaac Bloom and his '-:-ife had both looked up when the \ self as be sat down, but I couldn't catch what it was." knocking came to the door, and they had regarded the I "They say everybody has his double in this world," stranger's entrance with very black looks, but when he said laughed Dick. "I suppose he's met mine somewhere, a n d he was willing to pay for such accommodation as they were he took me for that person at first sigijt

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4 A POT OF MONEY. "He took you for somebody he:s met beore--there's I Rachel are getting old, and that. as he my it is doubt of that. I wonder who he is, and what brought him duty to stay by them and support them. He said they d to this neighborhood?" "I give it up. Whoev e r be is, he must have lost his way along the cliffs. It is rather singular he should be wander ing around this vicinity, anyway. Possibly he came over from Macchias and is bound for Oldport. Being overtaken by the storm and darkness he got all mixed up. That's the only way I can account for his presence in this out-of-the way locality." "We don't often have s tr.angers at this season of the year. He must have had some object in coming this way." "Of cour se; but that's his business, not oms." The boys walked on awhile in silence. The rain had ceased or the time being, but the roar of the gale still continued, though the trees broke its force as far as the boys were c'Oncerned. "I'm glad I'm not out on the water to-night," said Dick, at length. "Me, too," repli e d Bob. "It was in just this sort of gale that my old man went down with his crew on the sloop. If mother was alive she'd have the blues to-night." "I suppose it was the sea that made an orphan of me, too," said Dick, "I wouldn't be surpri sed. The people in the village seem to think that way; but old Bloom, is so close-mouthed that nobody has bee n able to find out anything about you except that you were washed up on the rocks during a heavy gale when you were five years old. Hasn't the old man ever told you anything?" "Nothing except what you have just said. I asked him what kind of a vessel it was that was wrecked at the time, but he said he didn't know. I asked him if anybody else came ashore but me, and he said no. So I guess the mystery which surrounds me will always remain one." "Sesms that way if Bloom really knows nothing." "He and Mother Rachel have always treated me pretty well, but they are so queer in their ways at times that I'm getting tired of living with them "Are you thinkin' of leavin' them?" asked Bob, in some surprise. "Well, I want to go out into the big world and make my own way. This kind of life I'm leading doesn't suit me at all." "Are you thinkin' of shippin' aboard a fishing craft?" "Not on your life, Bob. The sea has no charms for me. If I was sure that it made a nameless orphan of me I should bate it." "I wouldn't blame you much." "Ever since I read that book from the vil1age librarythe lives of our great merchants, inventors and capitalists I've become ambitious to go to some city and make a start in life. I believe it's in me to succeed. Here I am idle more than half my time. Only when you and I are out fishing for something to put on the table do I take any in terest in life I told the old man one day what I wanted to do_ but be discouraged me. He said that he and Mother _..., - - '1 . ,. ... ., starve only for me, as they have very little money s aved. Of course I can't help being grateful for what they've done for me. They've let me go to school as long as school kept, and they've let me have my own way. I ca.n't bring myself to leave them in the lurch. So you see what I'm up against "That's right," admitted Bob. "There's one thing that puzzles me, however," went on Dick. "What's that?" "The o1d man hinted one day to me that when he and l\fother Rachel are dead that I'll be well provided for." "By whom?" asked Bob, in some astonishment. "That's what I couldn't make out. He wouldn't give me any satisfaction. All he would say was that I should come into a pot of money." "A pot of money!" "Those were his exact words." "Where is this pot of money coming from?" "That's what I asked him, but he shook his head and was silent." "He's off his chutnp, I guess." "I guess he must be, for if he had a pot of money to leave me we needn't be living from hand to-mouth as we are." "That's common sense." They were now descending a sheltered part of the cliff by a rude path which led to the village, at the upper end of which, near the church, was the best dwelling in the place, the home of a retired and well to -do fisherman named Sam uel Baker l\fr. Baker was a man of more than ordinary intelligence, who had begun life as a boy on a mackerel smack, when this fish was almost exclusively hunted for on the Grand Bank s He saved his money and in time bought an intere s t in a sloop, then the whole sloop, then an interest in a second, and soon after a third. Having acquired something of a competence he con cluded to marry, and did After a time he built for himself and farni1y what was considered a fine house, retired from activ e work a s a mackerel catcher, and let others do the work for him. Now he owned half the vessels that sailcc1 out of Old port, and lived like a king, at his ease. His greatest treasure, however, was his fifteen-year-old daughter Louise, lmown and addressed as T,ou. She was the great attraction for every boy who had spunk enough to make up to her, but there was only one lad she cared anything for, and that was Dick Adams. She recognized that he was turned out of a different mold from the other boys who had' been born and brought up in Old port. He was far brighter, more intelligent, with the manners of a real gentleman. The very fact that his origin was involved in an im-

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A POT OF MONEY. 5 penetrable mystery attracted her to him as nothing else I The visitor expre ssed his gratitude for the serviae they perhaps would. were rendering him, and y said he would insist on paying Her father also recognized the lad's excellent qualities for it, for he was well able to do so, whereupon Isaac and that made him the peer of his companions, and acquired a Rachel looked at each other again, and the smile that ir strong liking for him. radiated their uncouth features for a moment was not a The only thing that was at all against Dick was the fact pleasant nor a reassuring one. that he lived with, and was consequently considered as The warmth of the room and the apparent hospitality of one of, the Blooms, and the Blooms bore a mighty scaly the Blooms encouraged the stranger to talk. reputatio? in Old port. He said that his name was John Fisher; that he was a Nevertheless, Dick managed to conquer the early anlawyer by profession, and lived in Boston, where he had a tipathy villagers evinced him on account of his lucrative business. undesirable connections, and he had now become an ac"An important.matter brings me down to this part of knowledge favorite. Maine," he went on, after he had finished his meal, which Baker his good saw ere l?ng that a gave him great satisfaction, as he had been very hungry. growmg f?ndness betwee? J?IC.k and their "I want to pick up some information about a marine dis Lou,. but mstead o.f trymg to it m the bud, they aster which I have only lately discovered happened some nothmg and let things take their course. where a.long this coast about twelve years ago. I refer to Consequently Dick was a welcome visitor at the Baker the wreck of the private yacht Sunbeam." home. As the words left his mouth a kind of spasm crossed the That's where he and Bob were bound to-night, prepared features of both Isaac and Rachel Bloom, and each shot a to spend a pleasant evening, for Miss Lou was bright and look at the lawyer that seemed to bode him no good. vivacious, and knew how to entertain her visitors whenever "How long have you lived in this cottage, Mr. Bloom?" they came. asked the visitor. Notwithstanding that f1 heavy gale swooped dpwn on the coast with the setting of the sun, and that the night was about as inclement as it well could be, she was sure, for reasons of her own, that Dick Adams wouldn't stay away on that account after he had promised to call. She rather enjoyed the influence she exercised over her boy lover, which was woman-like, of course, and felt a secret satisfaction in the knowledge that she was the whole with Dick, and could, so to speak, wind him around her finger. So it was no surprise to her when Dick and Bob appeared in their oilskins, like a couple of young men from the sea, and welcomed them just as if it was the most natural thing in the world that they should call on such a night. It was a moment or two before the old man could frame an answer to the question, and the gentleman was about to repeat it, thinking he might be deaf, when Isaac mumbfod out: "Ten years." Mr. Fisher was clearly disappointed by the reply. "Did you live anywhere else in this neighborhood prior to your occupancy of this cottage?" "No." "Then I suppose you know nothing whatever about the wreck of the Sunbeam?" "Nothing at all." "Too bad," replied the lawyer, earnestly. "I was in hopes that you might be able to throw some light on my quest." CHAPTER III. An awkward silence that was at length broken by the old man, who said : "How are you interested in the wreck of the yacht Sun beam?" THE HOSPITALITY OF THE BLOOMS. After Dick and Bob hacl left the cottage on the cliff, Isaac and Rachel Bloom laid themselves out to entertain their unexpected visitor. The and surliness that had enveloped them the wind set in from the southeast that evening, bringing the gale down with it, dropped away from them like a gar ment put aside. This would have been a matter of astonishment to any one who lmew the real character of the Blooms. went into the kitchen, stirred up the expiring embers in. the stove and prepared a cup of steaming hot tea for the stranger. She also cooked' a fresh fish arid set out one end of -the table for his special accommodation. "Because an old friend, who was a client of mine, his wife and little boy, were aboard of that vessel. After the yacht failed to turn up within a reasonable time, efforts were made by me, and others interested in their fate, to find out what had happened .to the vessel; but until recently not the faintest clew ever came to hand that would throw light on the mystery of her disappearance. It was concluded that she had foundered at sea, and all on board lost, and a:fte.,. the lapse of what was considered a sufficient time, my friend's estate was administered on, and became the proP.' I erty of a distant relative." "Then the owner of the yacff.it was a rich man, eh?" asked Isaac, eagerly. "He was before the disaster. Unfortunately for the heir who succeeded to what he left behind him, the greater part r

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6 A POT OF MONEY. of his wealth was aboard the Sunbeam at the time she amiss, and so it will give me great pleasure in presenting foundered." you with one." "The greater part of his wealth?" repeated the old man. The Blooms received this generous proposal in silence, "Exactly. A matter of a hundred thousand dollars jn but each looked once more at the bag under the chair as if gold coin, the proceeds of a treasure-hunting expedition in mentally calculating what was inside of it. a certain spot, which shall be nameless. The sea gave up "You haven't mentioned the name of the owner of the the money, and then, as it appears, reclajmed it, with inSunbeam, who .was lost, as this man Vandegrift says, off terest." this coast," said Isaac Bloom, at length. ":You say that you lately obtained.a clew to--" "His name was Warren, Jack Warren, and his little Isaac Bloom paused and looked fixedly at the lawyer. son was Jack, Jr. By the way, that boy, I think he said So also did Rachel. that his name was Dl.ck Adams, who admitted me and then "A week ago I received a letter from a man signing left with a companion, bears a most astonishing likeness himself Peter Vandegrift--" lo Mr. Warren. He's about the age, too, that Master Jack "Who!" gasped 1saac Bloom, his face turning a sickly. would be now if he had lived. Does he live here?" green, while Rarhel seemed as if she was gCfi.ng to have a :fit. The old man put his hand to his throat and then said "Peter Vandegrift," went on the lawyer, who was look"Yes." ing1 into the fire and did not observe the agitation of the '"Not your son?" asked the lawyer, with a sharp look. Blooms. "He asked me to meet him at the Sheet Anchor "No. My nephew." Inn in the village of Oldport on a certain date that he "Ah!" and the lawyer looked into the fire again. mentioned He said that he had heard that I was interested Presently he looked up aga.in in the fate of the y;cht Sunbeam, which he affirmed found"Do you know anything about this man Peter Vandeered off the Maine coast near Old port. He said that if I grift ?" was willing to pay him well for the information he could "I know him to be a scoundrel," replied Isaac Bloom, tell me something about the loss of the said yacht that harshly. would open my eyes." "In what respect?" "He said that, did he?'" asked Isaac Bloom, in a hard "In every respect," answered the old man, :fiercely. voice, while a vindictive look rested on his features. "Well, that's pleasant. I see that I will have to be on "He did. So I came on, prepared to make terms with my guard in any dealings I may have with him. What's his him." business?" At those words the Blooms cast a significant glance at "He's the keeper of the lightship off the Shoals." the traveling bag under their visitor's cha!r, and then p.t "What Shoals?" each other "The Cinders." "As I have no desire to pay money needlessly," continued "Why so called?" the lawyer, "I thought I'd make a quieJ investigation on "Because a British warship went ashore on i,n 1813, my own hook in the neighborhood before presenting myself took fire, and burnt to the water's edge." before this Vandegrift, who may be a scoundrel for aught I "And that's why they're called The Cinders. Singular known to the contrary I left the adjacent town of 1\facchias name, upon my word this afternoon, and as the day looked pleasant enough then, Isaac Bloom rose from his chair. I decided to walk down to Olclport. It happened, however, "I'll mix you a glass of toddy," he said, with a peculiar that I missed my way, darkness and the gale overtook me, look at Rachel, which she understood a nd nodded. "Then and the next thing I knew I came uear walking off these you can turn in, for it's getting late, and we usually go cliffs into the sea, which would have finished me. For-to bed early." tnnately, I saw a light, and, coming toward it, discovered "Thank you," replied the lawyer. "I am rather partial your c::ottage, at the door of which I took the liberty of to a glass of hot spirits myself, but I thought," with a dry knocking. That's my story as far as I've gone, How far laugh, "that such a thing was not to be found in Maine, is Old port from here?" for it is a prohibition State." "It's some distance," replied Isaac, after a glance at his The old man made no reply, but went to a cupboard, wife. "You couldn't go there in this gale." where he stood for a few moments with his back to his '"rhen what am I to do?" asked the lawyer, in a per visitor, while Rachel busied herself with bringing into the p l exed tone. room one of the mattresses they used on their own bed, and "You are welcome to stay here My wife will make you a sheet and blanket, together with a coarse pillow. up a bed in this room In the morning I will guide you She made the bed within range of the fire's glow, and to Oldport." then left the room. "I presume I will ha."6 to accept your kind offer, for Presently she returned with a steaming kettle and which I am grateful. But, as I said before, you shall be poured the water into the three glasses, one of which stood handsomely repaid for your trouble. You look; pardon a little apart froui the others, into which: her husband me for saying so, as if a fivedollar note would not come poured some of the contents of a round-bellied stone jug.

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A POT OF ill ONEY. 't =============::;:::=======:====-:-: .. ------Ile stirre d each of the glasses, after adding a l ittle suga r, and then pu s h e d one towarcl his wife, a second he io o k him s elf, and the one which had stood apart he handed t o th eir vis itor You will s l e ep sound aHer drinking that," he said, with a meaning look at Rachel. "I dar e s ay," replied Mr. Fis h e r, laughingly. I ought to afte r th e tramp I've had this a.rternoon." With that he put the glas s Lo his lips CHAPTER IV. THE CHIME AND THE BLUNDER Isaac and Rachel Bloom waic-hed the l awyer out of the c orn e r of their eyes a s he drained his glasR, smacked hi s lip s to his s ati s faction, and then handed the empty bac k to the old man. "That' s good liquor," 11e remarked, "and goes to the ri ght spot "Yonder i s your bed," sa i d Isaac B l oom. "You can r etire to it at once if you wish for we are going to bed." "Thank you Good night,'' replied Mr. Fis her. In another moment he was alone. "What a lonesome spot for a house," said the lawver to himself. "And how bleak in the winter Hark, h;w the wind blows! It must have been just such a night that the Sunbeam w ent ashore on this coast, and that was tw e1Ye years ago Dear me, I'm beginning to fe e l uncommonly sleepy," added the Boston man, with a yawn. "What a startling resemblance that boy Dick Adams bears to dead and gone Jack Warren One wodld think he reallv was Warren's son. And the yacht went ashore near too. If it wasn't that the o lcl man said that the lad was his nephew, I'd have a strong suspicion that it was Jitraster Jack, Jr. who had been saved from the sea. Dear me, my head seems to b e going around That mus t have been uncom monly strong liquor. Yet it oughtn't to have such an effect on me, for I am used to spirits At least one glass shouldn't-what can be the matter with me? My head is buzzing like a sawmil l. I mus t have overexerted myself, or perhaps I've caught a severe col d in the r ain. That must be it." He nearly fell over the chair as he reached for his bag "Lord, how dizzy I am I had better put this bag under my pillow. These people are probably all right, but it will be safer under my pillow. Any one trying to disturb it then would be apt to wake me up. He started toward the bed while speaking to h imself, but in s t ead of reaching the head of it at which he aimed he stumbled over the foot and fell at fu ll lengt h o n it w ith the grip still in his :fingers. He made one ineffectual attempt to get up, and then lay still, staring stup i dly at the ceiling. After a few minutes h i s eyes close d and he b ega n to breathe heavi l y The lamp, which had been partly turne
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8 A POT OF In a moment it was ope.n, and the old man's hand brought to light a package of bank bills. ''Ah, they look good!" exclaimed Rachel, making a swoop at them with her talon-like fingers. "There must be a thousancl dollars in that package." ''We have no time to count them now. Hide them, quick, while I look after him. He'll sleep sound enough to-night, I'll warrant you, and for many nights hereafter, for it is his last sleep." ust more blood be shed, and this night of all otbers ?'' cried Rachel, with a shudder. "It must be, else he would learn enough in the village to-morrow to show him that I lied about the boy. The likeness of the lad to his father has already impressed him. A.s soon as he hears that the boy was fonrnl by me on the shore this night twelve years ago he will know at once that the craft which came on the rocks was the Sunbeam. La11ytrs are always suspicious. He wonhl us as to why we concealed the truth from him. One sus picion would lead to another until, perhaps, he would institute a search of the cottage to sel:) what more he could learn. Then the gold--" "Over the cliff with him. I care not," exclaimed Rachel, fiercely. "Our gol of John Fisher's attire had quite escaped his attention. OHAPTBR V. INTO nm SK\. I Dick and Bob regarded the old man's agitation wilh no liUlc amazement. "Whal is the matter, :Mr. Bloom?" aslml Dick. "Whal has happened?" "Nothing-nothing," ft u tterNl lRaac, h:mll.v knowing what he said, so rlumbfoundecl \\'as ha by lhis diRCOYcry of his drraclfol blunder. "N olhing Something must have happened," insisted Dick. "Where is the gentleman!'" "I don't know," gasped the old man. Dick look
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A POT OF MONEY. 9 "Nothing," repli e d Dick, e xcept it is singular he should no t b e i n the hou s e whe n his hat and coat are here." "His h a t and coat!" gurgled Rachel Bloom. "Yes; th e re the y are han g ing alongside the fireplace." Th e olcl woman' s gaze followed the direction of Dick's extende d for efinger, and there, sure enough, were the lawyer 's g arments. Sh e c ompr e hended the s ituation at once and threw a furiou s look at h e r trembling husband. What s the meaning of thi s Isaac?" she gritted. "I don't know," he answered. "The man was here a moment ago and now he is gone. He must have stepped out s ide for some purpose. I thought he had gone to the vill a g e You know he said that he wanted to go right on, as he had an engagement to-night with a man, at the Sheet An c hor "He can't have gone far and left his hat and coat, Isaac," sai d Ra c hel. "Do and the boYs take a lantern and Rear c h th e cliff Perhaps he may have fallen over in the d ark." s he added pointedly. "It i s not impossible on such a night," replied the old m a n1 who had now recovered his composure and was ready to fall in with hi s wife's suggestion. He had been so stunned at first by the discovery of the murdered man's hat and coat, the existence of which he had forgotten in the excitement of perpetrating the crime, that but for his wife's interpo s ition and presence of mind he would have further betrayed himself. A lantern was lighted and I s aac. followefl by the two boys, went outside and partially examined the plateau fo front of the cottage. They could only do this on their hands and knees, on account of the sweep of the wind, and there was only one spot, where a row of stunted cedar s bent before the gale, that the y were able to approach the edge of the cliff. It was from this place the old man had pushed the uncon s ciou s lawyer ana then sent his traveling-bag after him. There were no sig n s of the mi s sin g s tranger. Dick, taking th e lantern, pursued the investigation as far as the wood, but without result. "I'm afraid he's gone to his d eath," Dick observed to Bob "What could have induced him to come outside in this gale ? "It's dead queer," replied Bob shaking his head, sol emnl y "Shall we risk going down the path to the shore?" asked Di c k .. "We may find some evidence to show that he was blown from the cliff." "Just as you say, Dick." "Come on then replied Dick, who was a fearless lad. Down to the surfs wept beac h th e y st arted. It WaS not an easy Or a safe trip e ven for these boyR who knew eve ry inch of the way with their eyes shut. The wind pinned them to the rocks one moment and the next threate ned to tear th e m from their foothold. How e ver they accomplish e d the short journey in safety and presently their lantern was fl.ashing like a will-o'-the wisp along the beach. "What's that?" exclaimed Bob, suddenly, pointing to an object lying between two rocks. "Why, it's stranger's traveling-bag!" cried Dick, when they got close to it. "So it is. Wide open and not a thing in it. This is getting more and more mysterious. The man leaves the cottage without hat or coat, but with his traveling-bag. I don't understand what he could have been about. Do you think he was crazy?" "I don't know; but it was the act of a crazy man." "I should think the old man would have !;!topped him." "Mr. Bloom doesn't seem to know anything about the matter." "But when you asked him where the stranger was he said he'd gone to the village. Why did he say that if he didn't know where the man had gone, as he afterward claimed? What made him look so startled when called his attention to the visitor's hat and coat? I hate to say what I think, Dick, but it's my opinion that the old man knows a deal more than he will admit." "Do you mean to say that vou suspect--" Dick grabbed his companion's arm and looked search ingly into his face. "You ought to know him better than me," replied Bob. "You've lived with him for twelve years." "And during those twelve years I've never known him to commit any act that would bring him within the grasp 'Jf the law, else I had left him long since." "Well, you know the reputation the Blooms bear in the village." "I do, but, in my op. inion, it's not justified. Give a dog a bad name and it will stick to him. He may have been a wrecker. T do not hold that against him, since he saved my life. But anything worse than that I'll not believe," said Dick, stoutly. "There hasn't been much in the wreckin' Hne around here yonder lightship went into commission," said Bob g lancing across the billows to where a globe of white lip:ht ro!le and fell in the distance. "No fear of any vessel r:istin' her timbers on The Cinders now, unless her helmsman was chunk and all the rest on board were crazy." "There's bren strange stories afloat about that lightship, too, said Dirk, as. the boys crouched beside the rocks in which the lawyer's wrecked traveling-case rested. '' That'R rig-ht. Ever since that man, Peter Vandegrift, came here aml took charge of her. The old crew left or were discharged, one by one, and the three who replaced them are about as hard-lookin' a set of men as I ever saw. Still, nothin' ha s been proved against them, and Vandegrift himf' elf laugh s n.t the stories." "Well, Bob, I don't see that it's worth while remaining here any longer. There isn't mnch donbt bnt that the dranger tumbled or jumped off the cliff, and hi-s body is tos s ing about somewhere in the water."

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10 A POT OF 11.NEY. -----=== ==:========== "l g u ess you 're right," repli e d Smith e r s getting on his fed. "Let' s g o." 'rlrny started upward and }1ad accompli s hed half of the distance when s udd e nly and witho1:1t warning a portion of t h e cliff to which Dick was clinging detached itself from its base and fell into a submerg e d part of the beach. A giant roller coming in at the mpment seized the boy anii th e undertow carri e d him a dozen y a rd s from the shore. Bob observed the catastrophe with the greatest consterna t ion, but he was powerless to do anything for his chum. CHAPTER VI. SAVE D FROM TIIE SEA. 'Though the wind was blowing dead on the coast, the tide l\'as on the ebb, and it bore Dick Adams farther and farthel' from the b e ach e very moment He was a fine Sll'immer, and put up a plucky fight for his life, but the b e st swimmer in the world could never have re gained the shore under the circum s tances in which Dick found himself placed. It would only have been a question of minutes w h en the boy would have had to throw up the s pon g e if a id hadn't unexpect e dly come to him in the shape of the trunk of a tree which the waves had suc ked from the beac h A drowning man will catch at a s traw it i s s aid and impelled by that principle, Dick flung his arms around the tree trunk, and throwing one leg across it clung, well nigh exhausted, for dear life. O n the top of a foam crested billow one moment, in the h o llow between two big waves the next, Dick was being drawn steadi l y out to sea. T he flow of the tide was carrying him in a direct l ine for The Cinders, where the bright eye of the lightship shone strong and clear through the darkness. T he boy had all he could do to cling on to the tree t runk as it rose and fe ll i n accordance with the action of t h e water. But he knew his only h ope was the log, and he hung o n with a desperate clutc h. T ime h e took n o ;not e of It seemed to hi m as if he had been hours tossing about on the ang r y At l antic, when, raising his head to shake the moisture from his eyes, he beheld the giant reflector o f th e float ing light near at hand. T he dark blot right ahead he realized was the lightship. Beyond it was no thing but the broad ocean. He had l ittle hope but that he woul d be swept past the anchored vessel, or dashed to his death against its hard, oaken sides. The Cinders shoa l s was some little d i sta nce t o the lee w ard Anothe r minute passed and then the s t ationa r y li g h t wus almo s t above his head. He saw that h e would mis s the v esse l by a few yard s Suddenly the log struck something hard and he was wrench e d off into the sea He threw up his arms, despa iringl y, as the water clos ed above his heacl, and his fingers came in contact with one of the chain cables by whic h the craft was moored. Clutching it, the re c eding wave left his head momentari l y above water. Ile twist e d his l egs around the cab le, which shot from the li g ht s hip into th e f:ea like a taut tightrope, and shinn e d his way up a yard or two until he was clear above the waves. Then he had to stop for breath. In a few minutes he began again to work his way up ward, and w ent on for a yard or so more. T l rns by degrees he approached the haw s e-hole throu g h which the great chain pas s ed. His position was not even in a remote sense enc ourag ing, for the tossing of the vessel made his hold on the chain extremely precarious, ancl apparently there was little hope of attracting the notice of any one on board As for r e aching the deck of the lightship by his own e fforts, that s eemed well-nigh impossible "It's all up with me, I guess," murmured the almo s t exhausted boy. "I can't cling to this chain much l onger. If I g o any nearer to the hawse hole I'll be crushed." As he spoke the end of 11 rope, flying loose over the bows, was blown around him. H e grabbed it by one hand, recognized what it was, and taking a c hance, clung with his legs alone to the cable while he tie d the rope about his waist Then he swung him s elf off the chain and went slap against the vessel's bows. The shock almost knocked the little remaining breath out of his body. He couid not fall, however, and quickly recovering him self he clambered hand over hand up the rope "till he was able to seize the low rail above the forecastle deck with his hand s throw one leg over it and then, as the craft rose on a huge wave, he was pitched half a dozen yards along the deck. There he lay, gasping and drenched upon the unsteady deck for several minutes. At last he pu ll ed himself together and, after disengaging himself from the rope, crawled along the slippery planks to a place of greater safety. Practically, he was now out of all danger. Above him and close at hand was the great, glowing lan tern, throwing its broad beams of light into the fom; quar ters of the compass and warning the mariner abroad in that neighborhood of the proximity of The Cind e r s s hoals. Dick sat up and nibbed the salt water out of his e y e s Then he l ooked around him. He knew well enough where he was, and breath e d a silent prayer of thankful ness for his providential e s cape from a watery grave "My gracious!" he exclaimed to himself, "if I haven't had a narrow sq u eak for my life no one ever had. I ha d I

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A POT OF' )IONEY. 11 -----=-=-========-=-=--=---=-=-=-=-=-=-=about one chance in a thousand of being saved, and that That they were pluying for money \ms evident from the one chance actually came my way. Of course, Bob has coin displayed given me up for lost, and reported the fact to the old man j They actec1 as if they were more than half drunk, t houg h and Mother Rachel. It's remarkable that twice in my l ife Vandegrift himself appeared to be fairly sober I have been placed at the me:rcy of the sea, and each time At the moment Dick looked down the three men com it has refused to gobble me up I have heard it said t hat posing the crew appeared to be great l y excite d whi l e the folks born to be hanged cannot be drowned. I hope no skipper was quite cool. such fate as that is in store for me, for that would be A. bunch of money lay on the midd l e of the tab le, and pretty hard luck." was clearly the stake all were contending for Dick got on his legs and started toward the cabin of the Each in turn the men threw down their cards, eagerly lightship. Lastly, Vandegrift displayed his, and, reaching out his He was rather surprised to :find the deck entirely deserted. hand, grasped the money and drew it toward him. He had always supposed that a watch was main-In a moment the three men sprang to their feet with tained aboard the vessel, especially in dirty weather fierce imprecations, and one of them drew his sheath-knife "I wonder what kind of welcome I shall get from VandeA row seemed imminent, and Vandegrift rose to his feet and drew his revolver grift and his crew? T have heard strange stories about the way in which they have treated severJll men who found At that thrilling moment a tremendous sea struck and their way aboard this craft in dirty weather I can't be-heeled the lightship over to the leeward lieve that such stories have actual foundation, in fact, else Dick was lifted and flung against the skylight with the government that mail1tains this floating beacon would great force. have instituted a searching investigation. Still, I don't Crash! much fancy either Vandegrift or his three assistants. If j He went through the glass as though _it were s.o much looks alone counted, theirs would be enough to condemn paper and landed, stunned and helpless, m the m i dd l e of them on sight Several times Vandegrift has wn,ylaid the tab le. me in the village and tried to :find out something a bout the Blooms. I can't imagine what his object can be. He invariably regards me, when we meet, with a kind of sar ?astic leer that is not at all pleasant. To tell the truth, I'm somewhat afraid of him. Once when Bob and I ap proached the lightship in calm weather and asked permis sion to come aboard and look at the mechanism of the lantern, and see how things are run, h e warned us off in threatening tones. He said it was against the regulations to permit outsiders on the vessel Probably he was right, but he might have stretched a point where he knows us so well. Now that I have been forced to take shelter here to save my life, I don't see how he can kick." Dick paused near the cabin door, undecided whether to enter or not. Plucky as the lad was, he undoubtedly feared Vandegrift and his companions. Sounds of coarse talk and laughter reached his ears as he stood there Evidently the four men of the lightship were all in the cabin enjoying themselves in their own way without much thought of the gale or the craft over which they had charge. There was a short ladder nearby which led to the poop or top of the cabin. CH A P TER VII. THE WOMAN OF THE LIGHTSHIP. Vandegrift and, his crew, though almost taken off thci r feet by the careen of the vessel, recovered themscl res just Dick came flying through the skylight, and his remarkable anc1 unexpected entrance fairly staggered them. It effectually put an end to the thre::iienecl scr::1p, 81]<1 for a moment or two the occupants of the cabin could only stand and stare in astonishment at this addition to their number. Before any move was made on their part, Dick's scatterc!l senses came back lo him and he sat up. Then Vandegrift recognized him. He uttered an amazed imprecation, and starting for ward, gripped the boy by the arm. ''What in thunder brings you here, and how did you come?" he demanded, with a furious look in h is eyes. "I guess I must haye come through the skylight," re plied Dick, in shaky tones His answer did not satisfy Vandegrift. Dick, after a moment's thought, mounted the steps and "How did you reach the vessel, you pestife r ous young crawled to the skylight, through which gleams of light imp?" roared the skipper of the lightship shone "Hold on, don't call a fellow names like that," objected He glanced down into the cabin and saw Vandegrift and Dick. his crew seated about the mess-table, playing cards. "Well, answer me, then! Don't you know n o one is There was a stone jug in the center of the table, each allowed aboard this craft without an orde r from t h e lightman had a glass of liquor in front of him and a pipe or al house inspector?" cigar between his lips. "Why, do you think I came off to visit y ou for the fu n

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12 A POT OF MONEY. =========== ---of the thing in such a gale as this?" cried Dick, with some indignation. "I fell from Bird Point into the sea, and the tide carried me out here." "The tide!" gaped the four men, incredulously. "Yes, the tide." "Do you expect us to believe s uch a cock-and-bull story as that?" snarled Vandegrift. "I don't care whether you belie1 e it or not," replied Dick, spunkily. "I am telling yon the ancl ran prove it to-morrow by my friencl, Bob Smither.,, who saw me go into the water." "So you sw!lm' all the way out [o the l'ghts11ip. more than two miles, in the sea that's rnpning at present, eh?" said Vandegrift, sarcast ically. "I didn't say that I swam here." "Then how else could you get here i.f you fell into the sea, as you claim?" "I floated out here on a big log." "Oh, you cl id?" "I did." "Ancl how did you get aboard the vessel? Were you aboard by that wave that hit the hulk just now?'; "X o, I 1Yasn't." "Then. how?" "I ran against one of your steel cables and climber1 aboanl." "How cou ld you?" "Thal's the way I got aboard, just the same." Dick was so insistent, and his face showed that he was thoroughly in earnest, that the four men were obligerl to accept his ;;tatement as a. fact. 'Y ell, we don't want you here, so yon'il lwtler go bac k to the shore,'' said Vandegrift, in an ugly tone. "Go back to the shore---now gasped Dick "How can I?" "That's your lookout not ours." "It's impossible. I'm as good as a shipwrecked person, anr1 c laim your hospitality as such." "Oh, you do?" replied Vandegrift, with a sne e r. "You'd better think twice, young man." "But it's bne of your duties to help persons in isn't it?" "Don't you rlare try to teach us our duty, you little runt!" thundered the skipper. "I'm running this vessel, and doing it to suit myself." "Well, you haven't any i;ight to refuse me shelter in such a storm." "We'll see (!bout that," replied Vandergrift, furiously. "Here, Sims and Yard," addressing two of his men, "s. eize that young scu lpin and put him into the hold." "You won't put me in the hold, not if I know it," an swered Dick, s lipping off the table and grabbing the stone jug. "Do as I tell you," roared the skipper to his two men. They both made a dash at Dick: The boy immediately launched the jug at the head of Yard. It look effect in his face and strelched him stunned and bleeding on the deck of lhe cabin, and also had the effect of stopping Sims in 4is rush. Vandegrift was furious. "At him, Kite>." ll<' cried to the other man. Dick macle a bee-line for the deck intending to pass thro11gh the cabin doorway. He stumbled, however, and hefore he could rise Sims had him by lhe lder aml yankccl him to his feet. '.' Tow we'll see who iR master hrre, you young whipper ,:;napper," gritted the skipper. "Down wilh him to the hold !" Kite and Sims started to carry out hiR orders, when one of the staleroom doors flew suddenly open and a tall woman in black appeared. "Stop she criecl. extending her arm towa1:d the men. "Are you not already !'teepecl enough in blood that you -w011ld add another crime to your dark consciences? And a boy, too, at that! Back! Back! You shall not destroy him as you have others whose misfortune brought them aboard 1.hiR vesRel, and whom you have first robbed and then ras[ in lo the pi tiles;; ocean." The woman's dark eyes fl.af:hed with a strange unearthly light as Rhe advancer] to protect Dick. 8irns arnl Kile, though powerful anr1 villainous looking men, seemrcl lo he seizr
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A POT OF MONEY. 13 your gibberish. I should have sent you long ago to join your husband and--" "Why did you not?" with another bitter laugh. "Death would have been a blessed relief to my unhappy soul." "Well, it's a wonder you never jumped overboard of your own accord, then, for you have had many chances to do so." "Yes, I have. Many a time I have gone on deck with the purpose of ending mywretched existence. Yet when the chance was mine something always held me back. Something-the face of my child." She bowed her head, with a sob that shook her frame convulsively, yet not a tear came into her eyes. "My boy-my little Jack. The image of his father, who would to-day, had he lived, been the size of this--" She 1ooked at Dick, whose face, reflected by the lamp light, was turned in wonder toward her. As her eyes rested on his features she stopped short cla s ped her hands over her heart and gazed wildly at him for a moment, then, with a piercing scream that echoed above the uproar of the gale without, she fell on her knees befpre Dick and, with outstretched arms, cried: "My child! My Jack! It is he! Merciful heavens, am I mad or do I really gaze on one who has been lost to me for twelve years? Jack, Jack I am your mother Your poor, persecuted, much-wronged mother. Do you not know me? You do not speak. Ah, I am mad! Mad Mad!" She bowed her head in her hands, and the long, pent-up tears gushed forth, while her bosom shook with frantic sobs. CHAP'.I'ER VIIL CAUGHT IN HIS OWN TRAP. Vandegrift, who had uttered a terrible imprecation at the beginning of the woman's outbreak, recovered himself, and now stood with a sarcastic smile on his rascally lips as he noted the pained and astonished expression on Dick's face. He saw that the boy felt assured that the woman was de mented, and that gave him the utmost satisfaction. Her outspoken arraignment of his villainies was there fore valueless as evidence against him or his associates. Who would put credence in the ravings of an insane creature such as she appeared to be? "Poor lady," said Dick, regarding her with the utmost compassion, "I am not your son. My father and mother are dead." "Dead!" she echoed, raising her streaming face, and pushing her long, raven tresses aside while she bent a fas cinated, wistful look on the lineaments which so excited her fancy. "Yes. At least, they are dead to me. I know nothing about them whatever. Yet as I was washed upon this coast by the sea during a fearful gale, twelve years ago--" "Twelve years ago!" she almost shrieked. "Twelve years ago this very night." "Gracious heaven, what do I hear!" she cried "Twelve years ago this night-the very night the Sunbeam--" "Enough of this!" roared Vandegrift, advancing on her and seizing her by the arm. "Back to your stateroom, Isabel. Back, or by the powers above I'll--" "You'll what?" exclaimed the woman, springing to her feet and bending a look of scorn and defiance on him. Vandegrift recoiled and mumbled out something under his breath. It was clear that even he, the master spirit on the light ship, feared this woman that a blow from his iron fist would have stretched unconscious at his feet. "Will you go?" he said, doggedly. "Swear that you will do this boy no harm !" she said, in a tense tone. "Swear that you will not throw this lad to the waves! Swear that in the presence of your Maker, and I will go!" The skipper wavered a moment and then he said : "Very well. I swear it. But remember that for the present at least I shall him aboard this vessel. He cannot go ashore this night, at any rate. He shall go to morrow-perhaps." The woman seemed to be satisfied that Vandegrift would keep his word. She turned from him and again looked at Dick. Going to him, with a manner now utterly chan ged from her former hysterical demeanor, she took his face between her hands and looked long and intcnRely into his eyes. "I think you said that you are not my son-my little Jack. How could you be when, as I remember him he w!ls but a little boy, scarce five years old? And yet bow like him you are, and how like--my husband." Dick was much affected by her manner, which seemed now to have lost all its fire, and was mournfully pathetic. She turned away and walked slowly toward the state room, from whence she came, and shut the door behind her. The skipper uttered a sigh of relief. He stood for some moments studying the floor, then he turned to his two men. "Here, take this man to the fo'k'sle and bring him to his senses. Then look to the light. See to it that everything goes well." Sims and Kite grabbed their unconscious comrade and bore him out of the cabin. "Sit down, Dick Adams," said Vandegrift. "Excuse my hasty temper. r am not in the best of humor to-night. I did not really intend to have you thrown overboard. Why should I? I merely meant to frighten yol.1, that's all, because you angered me." He picked up the stoppered jug and replaced it on the table. Then after a glance at the broken skylight he stepped to the door and roared for Sims. When the man responded he was ordered to spread a bit of sailcloth over the opening and secure it there.

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14 A POT OF M O N E Y "So/' he said, returning and seating himself opposite the boy, "you fell into the s e a from the top of Bird's Point, eh?" "Not from the top, but half way up the cliff,'' answered Dick. "It amounts to much the same thing, since it landed you in the water. And you drifted out to the lightship on a log, you say?" a I did." "You were lucky. Not one person in a thousand would have escaped as you did." "That's right," admitted Dick, wondering what was going to be the end of his adventure. "You must be chilled through aft e r your long s ousing. Come, we will have a drink together and bury all hard thoughts," with a peculiar smile "I will get a fresh glass for you,'' he adde c1, rising. "I don't drink liquor, Mr. Vandegrift,'' replied Dick "That needn't matter You need something to warm your chilled blood or you're likely to be down with a fever T ake it-as a medicine." The skipper went to a locker and, fumbling awhile in it, took something out Then he took a glass from the swinging tray which Dick h ad narrow l y missed in unceremonious entrance, and said: "Perhaps I had better dilute the gin. with a little water, as you are not used to the clear article," he with an unpleasant smile He walked to the pantry, a few feet away, and entered. I wonder what he took from that lock er?" Dick asked hi,msc lf, a strong suspicion entering his mind that he was to b 2 the victim, perhaps, of some kind .of foul play "Can he mean to poison me? Yet what motive can he have in my death? I cannot understand his attitude toward me, nor can I tmderstand why that lacly is aboard of this vessel. It is not known ashore that there i R a: woman on the li ghts hip. I believe it is against the regulations, anyway. Some dark mys tery seems to surround her, and all on board, for that matter." At that moment the woman in black appeared at the door of h e r state room, looked cautiously around the cabin then caught Dick's eye. She h e ld up a slip of pap(lr, pointed at it, dropped it on the floor and retired. Dick, somewhat surprised, ran over, picked it up and carried it back to his seat Glancing at it in the lamp-light, h e saw the following: "_Be on your guard-drink and you are los t, unle s s you can manage to change the glasse s-then seem to sle e p." The boy resolved to profit by the warning'. In a moment or two the skipp e r r e turn e d with half an inch of water in the gla5s He immediately :filled it half full of gin He put about the same amount in his own glass. "Come/' he said, in a friendly way, "let's shake hands and be friends." He held out his hand to Dick The lad took it, wondering how he could distract the man' s attention long enough to enable him to change the g la s s es. Then he noticed the lady peeping out at the door. "Look!" he exclaim e d, on the spur of the moment. "The woman is watching us." With a s moth e red imprecation, Vandegrift turned and saw her furtivel y eyeing them Ifo took a step toward the stateroom and made a threat ening gesture. Quick as a wink, Dick revers e d the two glasses. The unfortunate woman saw him do it and closed the door with a bang. The s kipper was satisfied, returned to the table and took up the gla ss containing the drugged liquor. "Your health, Dick," he said, with a grin, draining the g lass The lad drank a small portion of bis, for he felt that he needed it as a s timulant. "Drink it off," urged Vanaegrift. Tis but a thimbl e full." Dick took another swallow, th e skipper watching him, like a cat would a mouse. "Down with the whole of it, boy. 'Twill put n e w life in you, and you ll sleep like a top till morning." "I'm not used to liquor Ur. V anc1eg r ift. It rnns like fire through my veins and makes my head spin around. It's awfully stron g s tuff." "Nonsense A third of it is water," chuckled the s kip p er "Finish it and then l 'll show you where you can turn in for the night." Dick had taken about all he wanted, anc1 so when the v e ssel gav e a lurch to the le e ward he clumsily upset the g lass on the table Vandegrift frowned, for he was not s ure that the amount Dick had drunk would have the desired effect on him The boy, however, fearing that a second dose might be prepared for him, began to a c t in a dopy way. The s kipper obs erved thi s with much sati s faction. The drug, ho thought, was getting in its work sooner than he had calculated on "I feel dead tired," saicl Dick, at length "I can hardly keep my eyes open Dick was staggered by this warning. "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Vandegrift. "Be thankful, lad He saw at once that Vandegrift intended to practice that sleep comes to you so easy. I haven't had a sound some piece of treachery on him, anc1 that the woman, prob-nig h t's s le e p for--" ably having seen the s am e trick woTked before on some He paused ancl put his hand to his head. other unfortunate, hacl cunningly endeavored to defeat his "\Vhat the thunder is the matter with me? A crarnppurpo s e lik e feeling is stealing over me. My limbs to---can

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A POT OF HONEY. 15 i t be that I made a mistake in the glasses and took the w 1 ong one myself? I noticed that the gin seemed un commonly watery. No, it cant be that, for the boy is a lready asleep Then, what makes me feel so queer? l\Iy blood i s growing thick and cold. I mu"t take more gin." He reached for the jug, but the cITort was too much for him. "By aU the powers of evi l, I am drugged. I haye fallen -into--my own-trap. I must--" He fell back in his chair, glared fearfully at the ceiling, made an attempt to rise, and then collapseJ In another moment he \YUS insensible and breathing heavily, his legs stretched ou L at full lengLh and his head thrown forward on his arm upon the table. CHAPTER IX. MOTHER AND SON. As soon as Vandegrift dropped off into his drugged state, Dick Aaams, who had been furtively watching him, straightened up in his chair and regarded the rascally skipper of the lightship with much satisfaction. 'l'he storm was still at the height of its fury, and the vessel bobbed up and clown, and tugged at its double steel hawsers, like some impatient tethered animal trying to break loose from its bonds. As though the lady had also been watching the progress of matters in the cabin, the door of her stateroom opened and she came out. She walked straight to the skipper and looked into his hard, uncompromising face, which wore a ghastly pallor under the influence of the insidious drug. A smile hovered for an instant on her sorrowful features, and then she turned to Dick. "I am grateful to you, ma'am, for saving me from this rascal's treachery," said the boy. "Is it true that vou arethat is, aren't you in your right-I mean is there the matter with you?" continued Dick, in an embarrassed way. "You mean am I mad?" she replied, with a wan smile. "'.I don't like to put it that way, ma'am. I hope it's all a mistake." "I don't know," she answered. "There are times when I think I am mad. Times when I have no control whatever over myself. I have suffered, heaven knows, enough to un seat the i:eason of any one. Twelve years of misery has so far been my unhappy lot. When death will release me from it I know not. Why did you, the image of my own lost child, come here to this vessel? Why rather not trust your Jife to the waves than seek shelter in this den of wolves? The waves sometimes relent, but these men, never." "Then the strange stories I have heard about this light ship are true?" "What could you have heard, since dead men tell no tales?" \ "Some month s ago g. man was washeJ up on the beach near our village and there found at the point of death. With hi8 fast words he accused Vandegrift of robbing him and his crew of casting him into the sea. As Vandegrift, when !lpoken to about the matter, declared that the sai lor had never been aboard the lightship at. all, and that it was pre posterous to think that he or his men would attempt such a crime, the man's statement was decided to be the vagaries of a distorted imagination, occa s ioned by the strain through whic h he had pa ssed, since there was not a particle of evi d mce to connect the li gh t sTJip men with the affair. Before that, at intervals, the bodies of men have floated ashore, some of whom bore suspicious marks of violence, and none seemed to have been long in the water, even when no wreck had been reported in the neighborhood. What was con sidered as singular, not one of all these people had a single article of value, or a penny of money, on his person." "They must have been Vanclegrift's victims, for many a poor soul has given up his life on this vessel." "And you have known this?" asked Dick, in surprise. "Alas, yes!" "You were brought aboard this vessel by Vandegrift?" "Yes." "And detained here against your will?" "It is quite true." "How long have you been on the lightship?" "Three weeks." "My gracious! The people of Oldport have not the slightest idea that you are here. Isn't it against the re g u lations?" "I do not know." "But the government tender visits this ship once a month with supplies from Macchias. How is it your presence here was not discovered?" "Because when the supply vessel was sighted I was taken down into the hold and kept a prisoner in the little room there that Vandegrlft had made for that purpose." "But if you cried out and made noise enough, I should think some one on the tender would have taken notice." "On that I was gagged and bound." "And at other times you are free?" "But under constant watch. When any boat draws near, or some visitor with a permit comes aboard to inspect the light, I am put below, or lock ed in my room." "Why does Vandegrift treat you in this cruel "To break my spirit and compel me to marry him. But he has failed and ever will, for I would die before I con sented to link myself with such as he. Twelve years, the greater part of which I spent in a private asylum, though I was not insane, I have held and shall to the end." "Why, then, does he persist?" "Because he is a man of indomitable resolution. He swore that the day would come when I would marry him willingly, but he has found my resolution as stubborn as his own." "Have you had no chance to escape during all these years?"

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16 A POT OF MONEY. "I was constantly watched at the asylum, which was sur rounded by a high wall, guarded at night by fierce dogs. Since being brought on board this vessel I have been tempted to end my miserable existence by leaping overboard, but the thought that self-destruction was an unpardon able crime, and might ,.;-.::paraic me in the next world from my beloved child and husband, who perished on this coast twelve years ago this night, when our yacht, the Sunbeam, went ashore on the rocks, caused me to pause ere I took the rash step that my cruel fate urged me on to. So I lived on and suffered." "You've had a hard time 0 it." "Alas, yes No one knows or can understand how hard. But my consolation is that this cannot go on forever." "I should say not, ma'am. Trust me, when I get ashore---" "When :;;cu get ashore?" she said, mournfully. "Do you think that Vandegrift will permit you to escape him? Re and his men feel that you already know too much for their safety, and that 'an investigation would follow did you succeed in reaching land and exposing what you have learned to the authorities. No, no; unless I can again prevent it they will kill you and toss you overboard At any rate they will hold you a prisoner until they can dispose of you in some way." "You seem to have considerable influence over the whole crowd," said Dick, who did not fancy the prospect that seemed to be ahead of him, "but if they shoulrl determine to put me out 0 the way I doubt if you could save me. Just now Vandegrift attempted to drug me for some pur..i cliff into the sea and been swept out by the waves and lost. The same fate almost overlook me, for when climbing back to the top 0 the cliff the earth gave way under me and I was cast into the sea. I was saved from immediate death by a big log, and on it I floated out to this lightship, which I managed to board." "Surely a kind Providence which preserved you from the waves will shield you from these men as well." "I hope so, ma'am. At any rate, I don't intend to be done up without making a good fight for my life," said Dick, resolutely. "Will you tell me how you first came to get into the power of this Vandegrift? The more I know about you the better I will be able to help you, maybe if I succeed in making my escape." "Alas! It is a sad story, which I should not wish to recall but :for your wonderful resemblance to my boy. I feel that it will give me relief to unfold myself to you. It was the summer of 189-, twelve years ago, that my husband, Jack Warren, obtained reliable information 0 a treasure trove on a small island off the coast of N ewound land We lived in Boston, in fairly comfortable circum stance. M.v husband decicle
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A POT OF MONJ!!Y. 17 gold were, remained fixed in the rocks. Vandegrift told me to take courage, as he thought this portion of the \vreck would weather the gale. over the loss of my dear husband, I could only clasp my terrified boy to my breast and expend my grief in tears. At this moment a man, who looked like a fisherman, suddenly appeared in a boat, which he secured under the lee of a rock. He was surprised to find life on the wreck, and, of course, offered to take us off. For some reason Vandegrift seemed loath to go. Finally, he reluctantly agreed, and led me to the boat, while the other man followed, with my child in his arms I stepped in the boat, Vandegrift followed, and was in the act of taking my boy from the man's arms when a terrible wave dashed upon u s The boat was wrenched adrift and carried off, and I saw the :fisherman pitched into the sea, with my child in his arms. I fainted and knew nothing more until weeks afterward, when I awoke to consciousness out of a brain fever and found myself in bed in a poorly furnished room, attended by an old woman. Vandegrift was my only visitor, and he was a frequent one. When I recovered, which I did but s lowly, for all the happiness of my life had gone out with the loss of my husband and child, I found that I was on a small island somewhere along the coast. Vandegrift made no effort to take me away, and I was in different as to the future. Thus several months passed, during which Vandegrift was often absent. At length, one day, on his return, he proposed that I marry him, tell ing me that he had loved me from the :first moment his eyes rested on me. I repuised his proposal, with indigna tion, and then, for the first time, I reque s ted him to take me to Boston. He refused, saying that I should rcflain on the island until I consented to become his wife. From that hour he atnicted me with his attentions, alternately begging me to yield and threatening me with dire consequences if I persisted in holding out. One day he drugged me, and I awoke to :find myself in a private insane asylum, where I was told I was to remain until I yielded. I re mained there until three weeks ago, when Vandegrift, ing obtained c har ge of this lightship, had me secretly re moved aboard, and here I have since been kept a prisoner." Dick li stened to the lady's story with the most intense interest, and became especially excited at that point where she described the wreck which resulted in the ulti mate loss of her s on. He was on the point, once or twice, of breaking in on her narrative, but managed to restrain himself. As soon as she had concluded he seized the chance to give utterance to what was in his mind. "There is a strange coincidence between your story of the wreck of the Sunbeam and my own history. I, too, was a victim of that same storm, twelve years ago this night. I was the only survivor, according to Isaac Bloom, a fisher man, who said h e fol!nd me cast up on the rocks, near Bird Point, of some unknown vessel lost off this coast And I was then just the age of your son-five years." The unfortunate lady looked at him for a moment, in a dazed way. Then she seemed to grasp the meaning of his words, and .her eyes began to blaze with the same weird light that had characterized them when she first set eyes on his features in the glare of the swinging lamp. "Merciful heaven!" she gasped. "You say you were the only survivor of a wreck on this shore twelve years ngo this night and that you were then five years old?" "Yes, ma'am, that is true "Then you must be my son-my own little Jack!" she cried, in frantic excitement "You are his very image anrl the image of your father. But I will know the truth." She almost sprang at the boy and began tearing open the sleeve of his shirt. "If you are my boy, as my heart tells me you are I shall find a scar shaped like a cross on your arm. It is a mark and could not be erased by time." Dick, thrilled by the intensity of the situation, and quiv ering from head to foot at the very idea of the deuou ernent he instinctively felt was coming, allowed her to have her way. In a moment his arm was bare anrl h e r famished gaze fastened upon a certain spot which her mother 's instinct pointed out. It needed hardly more than a glance to show her that the peculiar scar was there where she had e;xpected to find it. With a scream of joy she threw her arms about his neck and press e d him to her heart. are my boy-my son Jack. My darling boy, does no inward feeling prompt you to recognize your own mother? Does nothing tell you that you nre my son?" She gnzed eagerly, wistf ully into his face, and her words thrilled him to his very s oul. "Am I really your son?" he asked, tumultuously. "This scar it to my satisfaction "Mother-dear, dear mother!" cried Dick, throwing his arms around her neck. "Kind Providence! This one moment of delight amply repays me for twelve long years of suffering." IThus in the mid s t of the howling s torm, face to face with a common peril on board the lightship, this strangely re united mother and son clung to each other in a long, sweet embrace, oblivious of everything save that they were to gether -CHA PT E R X A FRESH PERIL. T heir bliss was not to last long. They were soon brought back to the terrors of their po sition on board the lightship. Sims and Yard, the latter with his head bound up with a towel, re-entered the cabin at that moment. "Hello, what does this mean?" exclaimed Yard, with an imprecation, as the two rascals took in the situation. "What

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18 A POT OF MONEY. the deuce is the matter with the skipper? And these two, why are they together?" He advanced to the table and laid his hand on the woman's shoulder. She uttered a low cry, shrank back, but clung with all a mother's love to Dick, who sprang to his feet, and placed himself before her that he might, if necessary, protect her. "Stand by the door, Sims," roared Yard . Then he grabbed Vandegrift and essayed to shake him into wakefulness. He might have saved himself the trouble, for the skipper was no better thana log. "Wake up, cap'n; wake up!" cried the rascal. "What in thunder is the matter with the man ? He can't be deacJ No, he breathes ; but it is thickly, like one in a trance. Boy," he continued, turning :fiercely on Dick, "what is the meaning of this? What have you nn
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A POT OF MONEY. whom he had been deprived by calamity ere he knew the blessings of existence; and scarce had he felt that moth er s loving embrace and kisses than they were torn asunder and for aught he knew might never meet again. The very thoughts of such a thing made him fairly frantic. "If I only could escape from this place, and had some weapon in my hand, I'd cut my way through those rascals to my mother's side and there defend her with my life. Poor mother What must be her feelings at this moment? Her screams are still ringing in my ears. Oh, if I were free there'd be something doing that would make those scoundrels open their eyes." But there seemed to be little chance for his getting free of his own accord. The padlocked door defied his efforts to eYen shake it on its hinges, and the rest of 1.he bulkhead seemed con structed on the same principles. An hour passed away on leaden wings. Dick lay back on a rude bunk, trying to think of some way by which he might be able to outwit his enemies. Suddenly an unusually heavy wave surged in from the great Atlantic and struck the vessel a fearful blow under her counter. The extraordinary strain put upon 1.he 8eaward cable fairly tore it loose from the heavy stanchion to which it was attached on board, ancl it disappeared like a flash into the boiling water alongside. The lightship swung around like a cork and tugged at her remaining ground anchor. Wave after wave now launched at the vessel, as though the sea, having detected its advantage, was deter mined by unitec1 effort to compass her destruction. The double duty imposecl on the remaining cable strained it to its utmost capacity of resistance. Dick awoke to the fact that eitl1cr the storm had in creased to a remarkable extent or else something out of the ordinary had happened, for he was tossed out of the bunk by the tremendous rolling of the craft as she wal lowed abo11t in a lop-sided manner. He heard !he crash above, mingled with the momentary rumbling as the cable slippecl through the hawse-hole, and he was inclined to believe that the vessel had been injured by the gale. At one moment the lightship leaped into the air, seem ingly, and the next she dropped ini.o a hollow and gave a dogged wrench at her cable that shook her from stem to stern. "Great Scott!" cried the boy. "One of the cables must have snapped. Unless the gale lets up soon the other is likely to go, too, and then the lightship will be thrown upon the shoal and go to pieces, or be. upon the coast further to the westward. In either case that means death to all aboard. And must I and mother die, cooped up like a rat in a trap? I can't stand the thought. I must get out. I must, if I tear my hallds to pieces trying to do it." He staggered to his feet and dashed at the heavy door; like a mad boy. He raised his foot to give it a kick, when, to his utter amazement he heard a sound outside, and then the door swung open and his mother appeared at the opening with a lantern in her hand. CHAPTER XL AT BAY. "Mother!" cried Dick, springing joyfully forward. "You here How c1i(j. you--" "Come, my boy," she interrupted him in a tone of sup pressed excitement, "there is not a moment to be lost. The vessel is in great peril. One of the cables has parted and she may be torn from her moorings any "I thought as much, mother," he replied, throwing his arm around her waist to steady her steps. "But the crewwhere are they?" "Like a'll wicked men when brought suddenly face to face with a te:rrible death, they are thinking now of nothing but themselves. Primed with liquor, they are on deck trying to get the lifeboat in shape for instant launching." "No fear of them trying to sa,e us, mother." ":No. The eraYcns mean to abandon their helpless cap tain to his fate." "They do ?" "So I judged from their hurried .and excited conversa tion." Dick helped his mother up the rude ladder that led from the hold to the trap-door in the pantry deck, and in a few minutes they were standing once more in the cabin where the unconscious Vandegrift now lay, sprawled out, like a log, on the floor. Releasing his mother, Dick sprang for the open cabin door, and slamming it shut shot the heavy bolt he noticed attached to the woodwork. The rascals outside at least could not reach them now unless they smashed the door down, and it looked solid enough to give them a great deal of trouble. If they themselves were doomed to die, at any rate they could die in each other's arms, and neither feared death, now that they were together. "How did you manage to get out of your room, mother?" asked Dick, returning .to her side. "I blew the lock to pieces with a shot from my revolver," she answered, stroking his hair with a loving hand. "I was determined to save you, my son, if it cost me my life." "What a dear, brave mother you are," replied Dick, ad miringly. "The rascals evidently did not hear the shot. It was lost in the uproar of the gale. I have secured the door now so that they cannot surprise us again. You'd better let me have the revolver. I may yet have occasion to use it."

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20 A POT OF MONEY. Isabel Warren drew the weapon from her pocket and he whispered, as he ran to her side "Go into your state handed it to Dick. room at once and close the door." "What shall we do if the vesse l break s her remaining anchor and goes ashore?" she asked, tremulously, as she drew him toward her. "We can't do anything. We'll have to take our chances. The men may save themselves by taking 1.o the lifeboat." "Alas! my boy, I tremble to think of what our fate may be. A few hours ago I should have cared little. In fact, I think I should have welcomed death with open arms; but now, since we have been so providentially rct!nitecl, life has s uddenly grown very sweet to me. l want to live and be with yo11, my son." "I am so happy to find, mother, that your mind is not really affected, as I thought it was from Vanc1egrifl's words, and your ktrange actions when you first came to my assist ance." "Whatever may have been my condition at times the joy of our reunion has swept the darkness all away. My mind has not been so clear for months." At this point the handle of ihe door was turned and then a deep imprecation was borne to them. The door was shaken lustily and finally a heavy kick administered to it. Dick sprang to his feet. Rushing io the cabin entrance he listened. One of the rascals was outside trying to get in Again and again he kicked the door violently, but the stout bolt resisted his efforts Dick could hear him s1rcaring and talking to himself At length he went,Q,.way. It was not long before he returned wilh one of his com panions. Both threw their weight against the door together and it shivered under the assault, but still held There was little doubt if they persisted that they would be able to force it, and so Dick thought he had better take some action. He looked around the cabin for something that would an swer for a barricade, but nothing presented itself The table and chairs were fastened to the floor. Then he thought that the s kipper ought to have a sea chcst or lrunk in his stateroom, ancl he was about to go and see \rhen he heard the voice of Yard say : "Cu rsc the door! It mu s t have just jammed some way. We mu s t enter through the s kylight Ditk g lanced at the broken skylight, with its tarpaulin coYering, and knew they could easily come into the cabin that 1ray unless he could hold them at bay with his revolver. Thnt would leave him open to their own fire if they had for he 1Youlcl offer an excellent mark in the lighted caLin while they could keep out of his sight in the darkness above. It is true he could douse the light, 0r at least turn it very low, and the latter he determined to do at once. "They arc going to come through the skylight, mother," "No, no, my son; I cannot leave you." "But you must. Your presence here would only em barrass me. I'll hide myself in the skipper's room for they do not know that I have escaped .from the hold." "We will both go to VandegriH's stateroom and lock our selves in The lock of my door is now useless as a pro tection." "I did not think of that, mother. Come on, then," and he turned the light of the swinging lamp clown to a mere glimmer They had hardly out of sight when the canvas was torn from the skylight, a couple of kicks from Yard's slout boot enlarged the opening, and then the burly rascal was seen by Dick through a crack in the stateroom door to drop himself through the hole and alight on the table. He turned on the light again as Sims landed beside him. "How the deuce did the light get turned clown?" growled {arcl, seizing a stone jug and helping him self to a big drink. "How should I know?" replied Sims, impati ently await ing his turn at the demijohn. "Here, don't take it all. I want some myself Yard handed it to him and walked over to see what was the malicr wilh the door. An imprecation escaped his lips. ''The door is bolted," he roared. "That she-cat must have escaped frOID her room." Ile ru s hed over to Isabel's stateroom and laid his hand on the door, which opened at his touch. "Perdition!" he exclaimed, alter a glance inside, "she's out "Out!" ejaculated Sims, putting down the jug. "Aye, out The crazy has turned a trick on us. Where can she have gone?" "I give it up," replied Sims. "Ha! I have it. I'll bet she's gone into the hold to try and liberate that boy. And she'll do it, too, for the key is in the padlock." "Why, here's a lighted lantern under the table. She must have lit that to take with her. She can't have gone yet." I "I'll see if the trap is open," said Yard, running into the pantry Presently there was the sound of something heavy strik ing the pantry floor. In another moment Ya.rd reappeared, with an ugly grin on bis .face. "If she's in the hold, I've got 'em both trapped now," he said. "How?" asked Sims "I've thrown a case of canned goods on top of the trap. That will hold it down and keep 'em below." "Good for you!" laughed Sims. "Come now let's get to work," said Yard. "Time is short, for the old hooker may go any minute. We

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A POT OF MONEY. 21 want to get a case of liquor out of the skipper's room and. "The deuce he has. And he's got a revolver?" a keg of biscuit from the pantry to put aboard the boat., "Yes. He must have found the cap'n's. Go to the fo'You look after the biscuit while I'll Ree to the liquor." k'sle, you and Kite, and get your guns and shoot him "All right," replied Si,11s, starting for the pantry. I down." Yard marched 8traight for ihe door of Vandegrift's state-Sims hunied away to carry out his companion's direcroom, grabbed the handle anrl to his surprise found it fast. tions. "I never knew him lo lock his cloor before," muttered the Dick had heard every word that passed between them, rascal, as he shook the handle in a vain attempt to enter the and he knew that his position, at least, was fraught with room. g1:eat peril. He went over to the unconscious form of the captain and "Corne, mother, we can't stay here. Better go to your searched his pockets. own room and leave me to shil for myself." "Confound it, he hasn't any key. The place Beems to be "I can't bear to let _YOU out of my sight," almost wailed bewitched to-night. No maller, T'll smash in the door with the poor woman. a hatchet or something else." "There's no help for it. We'll he murdered if we try to "What's the matter?" asked Sims, as his companion rehold out here, for the other two men will be back in a few appeared. moments with their revolverR. Go. I will manage some "The skipper's door is locked. I'm goin' to smash it open." "Locked! Tha.t's strange." "Yes. Deuced strange." "Maybe our crazy prisoner has locked herself in there." "Well, if she's there I'll have her in about three shakes of a clog's tail," laughed Yard, in his ugly way. "Do you want any help?" "Not me. I'll have that door open in no time at all." He seized a heavy cleaver from the wall and started for Vanllegrift's Rtatcroom. With one blow he smashed in the whole of one panel. Then a surprise awaited him. Dick Adams stood facing him with a cocked revolver aimed at his head. CHAPTER XII. ADRIFT AND ASHORE. Yard started back in couc;ternation, as though he had trod upon some venomaiis reptile. "Drop that cleaver!" crieil Dick, sternly. His words broke the spell that held the rascal for a moment inactive. He was no coward, and the sight of the boy, free from his cell in the hold, made hjm .furio11s. Uc raised the cleaver and a.irncd a blow at the hoy's head. Crack! Yard uttered a hoarse cry, threw up his hands, staggered back and fell to the floor. The shot alarmed Sims, and he came running out of the pantry. "What has happened?" he asked, excitedly, seeing Yard trying to raise himself from the floor. "I'm shot," groaned the ruffian. "Shot! By that woman?" "No-ihe boy. He's made his escape from the hold and is in the skipper's stateroom." way. I don't believe they will harm you." He forced his mother across the ca.bin to her own state room, then he went to the badly wounded man and wrenched the cleaver from his g1;aRp. Yarcl, faint as he was, cursed him, bnt Dick paid no attention to his language. lle dragged Yard across the cabin to the pantry and then he once more shut ancl bolled the cabin door, turned low lhc light nncl awaitrd cleYelopments. It wasu't long before ihcre was a noise at the door. Sims and Kite found themselves locked out. Ch1i
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22 A POT OF ::\TONEY. The now began to act differently to what she I "Yes. We're bound to go ashore somewhere before sunhad done before. rise. If we strike the rocks I'm afraid it will be all day She no longer tugged at her steel cable. with us. Onr only chance will be to hit a stretch of sandy It had parted and the vessel was now adrift, at the beach, in which case we may perhaps stand a fair chance of mercy of the storm getting ashore Dick soon woke up to that fact from the sense of mo"And what is to become of these two men-'Vandegrift ti on that he was conscious of, and the rolling of the craft and Yard?" in the trough of the seas "What do you care, mother? Haven't you suffered enough He gave no further thought to Kite, but rushed across at their hands to wish them no good fortune?" to his mother's room. "I have, my boy; but at this terrible crisis I cannot find "We're adrift," he said, in some excitement. "Come out. it in my heart to wish them worse off than they are now. We have only one of the rascals to fear now, for the other 'Ye our$elves know not if we can escape. It is our duty to fell through the skylight and lies stunned on the floor. I forgive our enemies don't think his companion will bother us now. He'll have "You can forgive them if you want, mother, but I'm not enough to do to try and save himself." going to endanger our chances of salvation in order to look "Where are you going?" she asked, anxiously. after them. Vandegrift is the cause of most of your mis On deck, to see how things are likely to shape themcry, and I think I see his finish, all right selves." Nothing more was said. "Then I'll go with you," she said. Warren stood at the door while Dick took sights "No, mother. It is too dangerous for you to "Venture. at the shore from the roof of the lantern-house. A sea is liable to come aboard any moment and sweep you Both the wind and the tide were carrying the lightship overboard in a slanting direction on the coast, and she was bound to "But yourself?" strike the shore somewhere in the course of an hour. "Oh, I can hang on to a rope Remember what I've been Dick had no idea what time it was, but he judged it must through to-night and escaped." be well along toward morning Reluctantly she permitted him t.o leave her, and Dick, "I believe the ga l e is breaking," he S!lid to his mother after handing her Sims's revolver, and telling her to keep when he rejoined her. an eye on him in case he should recoYcr his senses, left the "I see little difference in it." cabin. "Don't you notice that the sky is clearing? I am sure it The lightship was now wallowing in the seas, her lantern isn't blowing as hard as it was." swinging around in a circle, but still shining as clear as "It's blowing bard enough to make our situation suffiever. ciently perilous The after part of the deck, where lhe skylight was, "That's trne enough. But take courage, mother. Someshowed tolerably plain in the glow al ti mes, and the first how or another I feel it in my bones that we're going to thing the boy did was to look for Kite escape." He was not to be seen anywhere. "I hope so," she answered, fervently "Great Christopher! I believe he wa:o washed into the Dick feeling lhat lhere was nothing for him to do at pres-sea when that giant wave s"cpt the deck and tore the ves-ent re-entered Lhe cabin sel loose from her moorings. That must have been his cry He looked at Sims and saw that the man was dead beyond I heard. If he went overboard his goose is cooked by this a doubt. time, I guess. Mother and I seem to be the only able sur"He's gone to judgment with a ll his sins on his head viYors left." l'd hate to be in his shoes." At that moment he saw his mother standing at lhe cabin He dragged the body into the skipper's :room and covered door. it with a blanket from the berth. He went to her at once. Then he took a look at Vandegrift, whom he straightened "You must not come on cleck, at least just yet. The third 11p as well as he coul d man of the crew is not in sight, so I think he's been washed He showed no signs yet of coming to. overboard "I'm afraid your name is Dennis unless this vessel runs "A just retribution is overtaking them all," she replied. in lo uncommon luck," said Dick, feeling a trifle sorry for "Sims, who fell through the skylight, is dead." the rascal. "Dead!" excln.imed Dick. Last of all he visited Yard in the pantry. "He broke his neck." That ruffian was suffering considerable pain from his "My gracious! Then the only ones left are the unconwound and he was in a fierce humor. scious Vandegrift and the chap I wounded." "Surprised to see me still alive?" said Dick, standing "Where are we now?" she asked., before him. "Your two companions have gone to their "Drifting westward !lnd in toward the coast." doom, and you and the skipper are the only ones left, except "We have missed The Cinders, then?" my mother and myself. The chap you sent to the fori;

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A POT OF MONEY. 23 castle, with orders to get his revolver, fell through the sky light trying to get into the cabin an
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24 A POT OF MONEY Yard looked at the boy in sulky silence. "You can thank your stars that you're not going to the bottom this trip," said Dick. mrhe lightship has gone ashore in a cove and is safe. Y 01i'll be in a doctor's ca;re pretty soon; but I guess your wound is not as serious as I supposed. Do you want anything? "Yes. If there's any more gin in that stone bottle give it to me," answered the man. Dicli: brought the jug to the pantry; and gave him half a glassful of the liquor. That seemed to revive him greatly. "Where's Vandegrift?" he asked. 1 Sleeping off the drug." "The others you said were--" "Dead." "ltumph What a.re you going to do with me and the skipper?" "Turn you both over to the authorities." "On what charge?" "You ought to kno'Y what you're guilty of." "There ain't no proof against us." "My mother's story ought to be sufficiently strong to hold you both. Besides, you made several attempts on my life." The man scowled and remained silent Dick rummaged a.round the pantry and found plenty of eatables. After satisfying his hunger he went back to his mother and aroused her. After persuading her to eat a little in order to sustain her strength, he took her out on deck. The sun was shining brightly in a clear sky, the wind had fined down to a fresh breeze, but the water was still a bit roughish. "We can't climb the cliff, mother. That, however, doesn't much JI\atter as we have a light rowboat that will take us off. Now the question is what will we do about Vandegrift? I propose to turn him over to the authorities on the charge of ordering his men to throw me overboard in last night's storm after I had sought shelter on board the lightship. I shall also chaxge him with attempting to drug me after you had interfered in my behalf. As your presence on board the vessel will have to be explained, your story is bound to involve him and his wounded associate in a very serious predicament." "I'll leave the matter to you, my son. All I care for is to be rid of that wretch forever." "That you shall be, mother. He will no doubt be sent to prison for many years, if not for life." "He has not yet revived from his stupor, has he?" "No. He may come to at any moment-however. It will be advisable to bind him hand and foot before we leave the vessel. As the other chap is wounded I think we ought to fa;ke him with us, so that a doctor may attend to him as soon as possible." After some further conversation, during whfoh Dick said he proposed to row the boat back to Oldport, which could not be very far to the eastward, went into the cabin and assisted Yard, who was able to walk a little, into the swinging boat at the davits. Dick and his mother, each laying hold of the fall s com pleted the lowering of the boat. Then the boy went to the skipper's room and bound the unconsciot.1s Vandegrift hand and foot in a secure manner and left him. Returning to the deck Isabel and her son got into the boat, shoved off and were presently out on the bosom of the ocean, headed for the village of Oldport. CHAPTER XIV STRANGE HAPPENINGS AT BIRD POINT. The row back to Oldport proved to be a much lon ger one than Dick had supposed, and it was noon when they rounded the point that opened up the village. There was a good deal of excitement in the place over the of the lightship, and 'ford having been sent to the district inspector who was at Macchias, a revenue cutter, whi0h had put in there the afternoon before, had been sent out to look for her. The cutter was coming into the little bay in quest of chance information when the boat made her appearance. Dick signalled her and pllllecl alongside. Boarding the cutter he asked to see the office r in charge. Conducted into his presence the boy told him where the lightship would be found. He then made a brief explanation of the main circum stances of the case, which rather astonished the officer. "I'll have to cletain you and your mother until the in spector passes on the matter," he said. "Ask her to step aboard. Our surgeon will attend to your prisoner, and I will relieve you of him." The boat was taken on board and the cutter was headed clown the coast with Dick on the quarter deck to point out the entrance to the cove. 1 The place was soon discovered and the lightship was found as Dick had described. Vandegrift was brought aboard the cutter entirely re covered but in a villainous humo1;. As Isabel hac1 told a portion of her sad story to the officer, the rascally skipper of tne lightship was haled before him and put through a course of sprouts that resulted in his being handcuffed and confined below. A hawser was made fast to the lightship and she was towed down to Macchias. Diak and his mother were taken ashore and carried before the inspector, to whom they told their stories. As a result Vandegrift and Yard were brought ashore and put in jail to await the action of the United States authorities. Dick secured temporary quarters for his mother in Mac chias, and then started that evening for Oldport, largely

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A P,OT OF MONEY. to s urprise Bob Smithers and the Blooms, but more par-l any rate he is lying at the cottage in a precarious conditicularly to allay his sweetheart's distress over the report of I tion." his death which he knew must have reached her by this "My gracious!_" time. "That isn't all." He made the short tTip on horseback and appeared be"What else is there?" for e Samuel Baker's door about eight o'clock. "It's about a stTanger that calle d at the Bl oom cottage l\Irs. Baker, who answered his knock, threw up her hands last evening with a shriek on seeing him and fainted. "I know. I let him in just before Bob and I ca.me over That brought the retired fisherman to the door in short here last night. When we returned to the Point we fonn:l orrler, and he was astonished at beholding the boy whom he had left the cottage for some purpose, his traveling he snppo eecl to be food for the fishes. bag but without his hat wd coat. We hunted for him, "Dick Adams, is it really you?" he ejaculated found his bag among the rocks of the shore, and judge 1 "Looks like me, doesn't it?" said Dick, cheerfully that he had fallen from the cliff into the sea It was while "Been making arrangements for my funeral? If you Bob and I were climbi;ng back to the cottage that a have you'll find a pretty lively corpse on your hands of the cliff gave away and dropped me into the water." "Come right in, Dick. We've all been broke up over "Yes. We know all t1e particulars ifrom Bob Well, you, especially Lou. She's in her room now inconsolable. that man wasn't lost after all." Jus t wait here till I break the news of your return to her "Not lost!" But fir s t of all I must attend to my wife. You must have "No, though it is a fact that he went over the cliff as startled her out of her seven senses." you and Bob supposed." "Took me for a ghost, I suppose." "How then did he escape?" asked Dick, in some aston "She c e rtainly did not expect to ;;ee you alive again." ishme:nt. "Bob Smithers has been here, of course "He was. caught in a clunw of bushes that grows on a "Yes, he was here this morning. Said you fell from the ledge along the face of the Point and lay unconscious all Point into the sea in last night's storm and were ca.rried t11rough the night. It appears to be certain that he was out into the Atlanlic. How in thunder did you manage discovered there this morning by Rachel Bloom, for Bob, to save yourself?" who was in bed at the time, heard her call her husband "I did it all right. It has proved the luckiest accident and speak to him in an excited way. Both then left tqe that could have happened to me." cottage. Bob dressed himself and followed .them outside to "How could that be? Wasn't you nearly drowned?" said see what was the matter. When he reached the edge of Ilfr. Baker, as he saturated a cloth with ammonia and held the cliff near the row of stunted cedars he found Isaac it to bi s wife's nostrils. Bloom lying on the g1onm1 in a kind of fit. There was no "Surely I was; but I'll tell you my story by and by." sign of Rachel. Looking down he discovered the stranger, Mrs. Baker soon came to her senses, and was overjoyed who appears to be a Boston lawyer named John Fisher, on to find that it had been no ghost but Dick in the flesh she the ledge. He also discovered to his horror Rachel lying had seen. on the rocks thirty-oud fee t brlow. He carried Isaac to the She decidecl that it would be belLer for her to carry the cottage, got a rope and sliding down made it fast about the news to Lon, and she did so. man's body. Then he him up and trie d to. revive Inside of five minutes the girl was sobbing in Dick's him, but couldn't. Neither could he bring Isaac to his arm s while her parents looked on with evident sati s faction. i;:enses, so he hmried to the villa g e for help and a doctor. "How did Bob take it?" asked Dick as as Lou was The doctor said Isaac was in a dangerom; state and ordered compo s ed enough to sit down. him put to bed. The man Fisher he revived after much "He's all <1own at the mquth," replied 1\'.Ir. Baker trouble. He appeared to be so s tupid that the doctor de" Aml the Blooms?" cided he was under the influence of some drug. Then Bob "Can you stand a shock, Dick?" asked the ex-fisherman told his story about the man's singular disappearance the s olemnly. night before which lef1 to your supposed death, and the "A shock! What do you mean?" general impression prevailed that the stranger, whose pres Terrible things have happened at the Point last ence in the neighborhood seemed singular, hac1 deliberately night." attempted to commit suicide. This idea was subsequently '"Good gracious! Explain." disp@ed by the man himself when he hacl fully re covered. Rach e l Bloom is dead to begin with 1 He said that after drinking with 1saac and Rachel Bloom, "Dead!" gasped Dick. previous to retiring to a couch which had been prepared for ''cs. She fell over the cliff this morning and was him in the living room, he had been taken with a strange killed feeling of dizziness which culminated in his losing his "Great Scott!" senses 'F, his statement led some of his hearers to suspec t "And Isaac Bloom was found senseless on the edge of the Blooms of treachery A search of the room revea l ed a I I the clj:ff The doctor says he had a stroke of apoplexy At bottle of choral, and one of the thre& glasses used showed

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26 A POT OF :MONEY. i.races of the drug. It was then believed that the Blooms had drugged and robbed the stranger, who arlmitletl haYing had a large sum of money in his traveling bag, arnl pi tche\1 him over the cliff. A forthcr scar('h brought lo light a roll of bills1 $1,000 in all, hidden in a maUrri-;s in the room. 'l'his monry was idcniifictl by the stranger as his. That settled all doubts. Everybody believes that Rachel cliscovert'd the otranger hanging on lhc le
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A POT OF MONEY 27 "Ha, ha, ha!" chuckled the dying man in a grizzled kind His eyes rested on Dick. of way. "You'll never learn anything about that gold from "Ha! You have come at last Good boy. You me, Peter Vandegrift, though you persevere until doomswill now get your legacy-the pot of money. Lucky boy," day. No, no; the money is not for you. It's Dick's-all with a chuckle "It's a fine legacy. One hundred thousand Dick's Every shining piece belongs to him, for it was his dollars in gol d In gold, boy-think of that. And every father's, and what bel onged to the dead father is the prop shining piece is yours-all yours, Dick. I see you look erty of the living son." incredulous, eh? Ha, ha, ha! Didn't think that poor old "My gracious!" breathed Dick. "I begin to see a light. Rachel and nw, who have always lived like beggars, he, he; He's talking about that treasure trove that father found, he! were rich? Of course not. How could you? We never and which mother supposes was lost in the sea. He must told a word. We kept it very close. Very close indeed. have found it. When he fell into the water with me in his We didn't want you to know, for then you wouldn't support arms he swam to the shore and we were both sa.vecl. After us. You'd want us to spend our money. Then you'd leave ward he returned to the wreck, found the chest of gold us a:nc1 go out into the world to make your way ahead, as and brought the money to the cottage and hid it. Why dill. you tolu me. Well, it's all yours-a whole pot of glittering not he branch out with all that money, like anybody cise shining money. Every bit of it gold. What a fine time would have done, and live l i ke a lord?" you'll have spending it. But then I'll be dead and won't As if in answer to the boy'lfthoughts the old man know anything about it. Poor Rachel is already dead We mumbled: tried to shove the lawyer down on the rocks this morning "Ah, gold is a grand thing to have Rachel loves it, so and Rachel lost her footing and went over It is a judgdo I. We never can get too much of it. But it mustn't be ment on us both, and now I am dying, too. But you shall spent. No, no; for two reasons-because we love to take seo this pot of money now, and I will take my last look it from its hiding p l ace and handle it, and count it over at it too." and over again, and look at it; and because it belongs to Dick had often noticed what seemed to be a fancy worsted Dix!k, and we dare not spend one shining piece, for Rachel bell-rope hanging at the head of the old couple's bed, and and I love the boy and would not rob him No, no; we he had wondered what it hung there for, but his curiosity will rob anybody else but not Dick. Still he mustn't have hac1 never irnf>ellec1 him to monkey with it. that money till we are both dead. We could not part with The dying miser now seized it in his trembling fingers it till then No, no; we could not part with it. It is our "Look!" he exclaimed, giving the rope a tug joy, our very life. When we are gone Dick shall do with To the amazement of Dick and Bob a nicely ad j usted it as he chooses. He'll live like a gentleman in a grand panel slid noiselessly upward showing a recess in the wall house. He's a good boy. Too bad that he lost his father A three legged iron pot full of glittering coin stood and his mother. But is his dead? Vandegrift exposed must have saved her, for he savec1 himself. But he's very close He won't say a word about it. He is a great villain, and now is cap'n of the lightship." All this would have made Dick simply wild if he had not already met his mother anc1 was able to comprehend the meaning that underlay the old man's ravings. "So you think Dick is the boy, c1o you, Vandegrift? But you don't know for certain. You never will know. Softly, Raebel, this man Fisher must go over the cliff Re must not see Peter Vandegrift at the Sheet Anchor, else something might develop that would turn suspicion ou-r way. Re recognized the boy, Rachel. You saw it, didn't you? He is dangerous to us; besides he has money in his bag, and we must have it. :fie will be carried to sea for the tide is running out. No one will ever know. When the boys return I'll tell them he went on to the village. Ha His coat and hat The boy looks at me so suspicious ly Can he suspect the truth? What a fool I was not to think of them and throw them after tJ::te body as I did the bag. Ah Rachel is clever. She'll get me out of the hobble. Yes, yes, of course I'll get the lantern and look for him. He must have walked outside in his sleep. He, he, he!" Suddenly Isaac Bloom awoke, started up in bed and gla red wil dly around CHAPTER XVI. CONCLUSION. "Oh, gracious! What a lot of money!" cried Smithers, his eyes protruding once more to their fullest extent. At that moment the old man uttered a gurgling rattle in his throat, the wor.;;ted rope slipped out of his nerveless fingers, and the pa. nel slid back into its former position. 1 The boys instantly turned to the becl where the miser fisherman lay white and still, his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped Dick advanced a1id looked closer. "Its all over with him," he said, slowly with some emo tion. "He is dead "He went off mighty quick," replied Smithers. "It's jl1st as well since he couldn't recover. In fact it is better as it is, for had he got well he would have been sent to prison for his attempt on John Fisher's life. Where is the lawyer now?" "In bed with a fever at the Sheet Anchor." "His visit to this place seems like the work of fate." "How do you make that out?"

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A POT OF MONEY. "H be hadn't come nothing probably would have hap pened, and then I shouldn't have discovered my mother." "Discovered your what?" ejaculated Bob, looking at bis chum as if be thought he was joking. "I forgot, you haven't heard my story yet." "You're fooling, ain't you, about your mother? How could you find your mother since you fell down the cliff? Besides, you told me that you gues sed your mother and father were lost the night you were washed ashore from some wreck." "You'll have to have patience, Bob. You'll learn all in good time. Hand me that towel yonder, so I can tie up the old man's jaw." Bob did so. Dick then laid the old man's hands by his side and coverec\ his head and all with the coverlid. "Now I'll take the cat with me down to the Bakers'. It won't do to leave the animal here with the dead man." "Why not ? What is the difference? The old man liked the animal." "Well, I've always heard that it was not the right thing to le1J.ve a cat near a dead body, that's all I know about it, so I'm going to walk Master Tom off." "Say, Dick, what are you goin' to do about that money in the wall? Somebody might jerk that bell rope for fun, then they'd discover the pot of gold, and you'd never see it again." "Don't worry, I'll be on hand here after I tell my story to the Bakers. You and I, and perhaps Mr. Baker, will watch in the cottage to-night. I've got the keys of the place, and everybody will recognize my right to boss matters. Don't you say a word yourself about that money." They soon reached the Baker home where Dick reported the death of Isaac Bloom. Then Dick, in the presence of Bob and the Baker family, told the story of his adventures during the night, conclud ing with the rerelation made by the old man just before his death which made him, Dick, the heir of $100,000 in gold coin. To say that his auditors were amazed at all they heard would but faintly describe the effect produced upon them by Dick's narrative. "Then you're not Dick Adams after all," blurted out Bob, "but Jack Warren?" "That's about the size of it," laughed Dick. "But what's in a name? I shall always be the same Dick that you and Lou and her father and mother ha e known up to this mo ment. I have changed by name, or rather I have resumed my right one, but I hope I haven't changed my nature. Isn't it all the same to you, Lou, whether I'm Dick Adams or Jack Warren?" looking at bis sweetheart. "Just the same, Dick-I mean Jack," as she corrected herself with a little laugh. "And how about you, Bob?,, . "I don't care as long as you're the same old Dick." "I'm going to bring mother to-morrow from Maccbias," said Dick, "and I want you to give her a royal welcome. She has suffered as few women have, I think, and I shall make it the duty of my life to try and repair her twelve years of misfortune." "And I will help you, Dick," replied Lou, placing her hand on her boy lover's shoulder. Dick, Bob and Mr. Baker spent the night at the Bloom cottage on the Point. Next morning Dick brought his mother to the village and introduced her to the Bakers, who insisted that she must make their house her home as long as she wished. On the following day Isaac and Rachel Bloom were bur ied side by side in the village churchyard, and Dick event ually placed suitable headstones to mark their last resting places. Dick and his mother visited. John Fisher at the Sheet Anchor that afternoon and the lawyer was the most sur prised as well as delighted man in the village when he recognized the supposedly dead wife and son of his old friend and client Jack Warren. In due time Vandegrift and Yard were tried in a United States court, convicted. and sent to prison for a goodly number of years. Vandegrift died within a year and Yard is still serving bis time. As for Dick, now Jack Warren, he and his mother soon afterward went to Boston, and made their home there, the boy going to an academy, whence he graduated into Har vard College. Soon he received his degree he was married to Lou Baker, and the young couple, with Isabel, went to house keeping on their own account. Jack went into buginess for himself, and took Bob in as a clerk, but notwithstanding the social and financial differ ence between them they are still chums as of yore. Bob works like a Trojan, for he says that he means to earn a pot of money for himself before many moons, and we have no doubt but he will succeed in this respect. To-day Jack, his young wife and his dearly loved mother make one of the happiest households in the city of Boston, and Bob Smithers is always on hand to complete the family circle. They often talk about the old days at Oldport, but the topic that most interests Bob is the Pot of Money, the Legacy of a Lucky Boy. THE END. 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By How 435 Lucky Luke; or, A Bright Boy's Career in Wall Street. By H. K. ard Austin. Shackleford. 401 Jack the Juggler; or, A Boy's Search for His Sister. By H. K. 436 The Prince of the Prairie; or, The Boy Who Owned It All. By Shackleford. An Old Scout. 402 Little Paul Jones; or, The Scourge of the British Coast. By '437 Herman, the Boy Magician; or, On the Road With a Variety Capt. Thos. H. Wilson. Show. By Berton Bertrew. 403 MazepplJ. No. 2, the Boy Fire Company of Carlton; or, Plucky 438 'l'om Bany of Barrington ; or, 'l'he Hero of No. 4. By Ex-Fire Work on Ladder and Line. By Ex-Fire Chief Warden. Chief Warden. 404 The Blue Mask or, Fighting Against the Czar. By Allan Arnold. 439 The Spy of Spuyten Duyvil; or, The Boy With a Charmed Life. 405 Dick, the Apprentice Boy; or, Bound to be an Engineer. (A By Gen. Jas. A,. Gordon. Story of Railroad Life.) By Jas. C. 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By Ex-Fire-Chief Warden. tory o t e American Revolution.) By Gen'!. James A. Gor 446 Uuder the Black l'lag; or, The Buried Treasure of the Seven .Ul t" Th Fi B f B d B E f W Isles. By Capt. Thos. H. Wilson. u ; or, e re oys 0 ran on. Y x-Fire Chie ar-447 The Rise of Eddie Dunn; or, The Boy With a Silver Tongue. 412 or, Davy Crockett's Double. By An Old Scout. By Allan Arnold. f' 413 Barnum's Young Sandow; or, The Strongest Boy in the Wortd. 448 Little Lariat, The Boy Wild-Horse Hunter; or, The Dashing By Berton Bertrew. Rider of the Staked Plains. By An Old Scout. 414 Halsey & co.; or, The Young Bankers and Speculators. By H. K. 449 The Boy Railr?ad King; or, Working His Way to the Top. By Shackleford. J as. C. Merrtt. 411) Alow and Aloft ; or, The Dashing Boy Harpooner. By Capt. 450 Loyal to the Last ; or, Fighting for the Stars and Stripes. By Thos. H Wilson. Gen'!. James A. Gordon. 416 The Meteor Exp.ress; or, The Perilous Run of a Boy Engineer. 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Books Tell You These Everything I .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in .Jn attractive, illustrated covet. !fost of the books are also profus e ly illustrated, and all of the subj ec ts treated upon are explained in such a simple manne r that any ifiild. can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjects mentioned. THES E BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIP1' OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY 'l'HREE BOOKS FOR 'l'WENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS 'TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Addtess FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. M!:SMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO l\lESi\IERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved m e thods of m e sm e rism ; also how to c u r e all kinds of d ise a ses b y animal magn e ti s m, or, magn e tic h e aling. By Prof. Leo llu go Koch, A. Q. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMIS'l'RY.-Containing the most ap pror ed methods of reading the lin es on the hand, tog ethe r with a full exp lanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the k e y for telling character by the bumps on the head. By Le o Hugo Koch, A. C S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and instructive information regarding the scien ce of hypnotism. Also explain i ng the m<>st approved methods whi c h are employed by the leading hypn<>tists of the world. By L e o Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete hunting and fishing guide ever publi s h ed. It contains full in structivns about guns, hunting dog s traps, trapping and fis hing, t ogether wi t h descriptions of gam e and fish. N<>. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know how to r o w and sail a boa t Full insttuctions are given in this liltle book, toge thm with in structions on swimming and ridin g comp a nion spo i ts t<> boating. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE. A complete treatise on the horse. Dt:scribing the most use ful horses fo r business, the best horses for the r oad; also valuable recipes for Eases pecaliar to the horse. o. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A bandy k for boys, containing full directions for constructing cano es and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. B y C. Stansfield FORTUNE TEL LING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM: BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true m e an i ng of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonie s and curious games of cards. A c omplete book. No. 23. HOW TO EXPLAIN DREAMS.Everybody dreams, f rom the little child to the aged man and woman. This little b o ok g ives the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lucky and unlucky Jays, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28. HOW TO TELL FOR'l'UNES.-Everyone is desirous of k nowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happines s or m isery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this liltle bo o k. Buy one and be convinced. Tell your own fortune. Tell t h e fortune of your friends. No. 76. HOW TO '.rELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.Containing rules for telling fortune s by the aid of lines of the hand, o r the secret of palmi stry. Al s o the se cret of telling future events by aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. A THLETIC. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full inatruction for the u s e of dumb bells, Indian clubs, paralle l bars, horizontal bars and various other m e thods of developing a good healthy muscle; containing over sixty illustrations. Every boy can b ecome strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained in this Ii ttle book No. 10 HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defense made easy. Containing over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the ditf e r ent positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of t hese useful and instructive books, as it will teach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25. HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.-Containtng full instructions for all kinds of g ymnastic sports and athletic exercises. Embracing thirty -five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. A handy and useful book. No. 34. HOW ro FENCE.-Containing full instruction for f encing and the use of the broadsworJ; also instruction in archery. D eecribed 'l'fit h twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best positions in fencing. A complete book. TRICKS WITH CARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO WITH CARDS.-Containing e xplann.tions of the general princ iples of sleight-of-hand applic abl e to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring 1le i ght-of-hand; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the uso of ll(MlCially p repared c a r ds. By Professo r Haffn er. Illustr ated. No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracing all of the latest and most dec eptive card tricks, with il lw;trations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. IIOW TO DO IJ'ORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. deceptive Card Tricks as perform e d by leading conjurors and mag!Cla.ns. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic ahd card tricks, containing full instruc tion on all the leading card tricks of the day, also the mo s t popular magi cal illusions as perfonned by oui: leading magicians ; ev e ry boy should obtain a copy of this book, as 1t will both amuse and in struc t. No. 22. HOW 'l'O DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sight explain e d by his form e r assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secr e t dialogues were carried on betwe e n the magi cian and the boy on the stage; als o giving all the cod e s and signals. The only authentic explanation of sec ond sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the grandest assortment of magi cal illusions evet placed before the publi c Al s o tricks with cards in cantatio n s etc 68. HOW TO DO CHEl\IICAL 'l'ltICKS.-Containing over one hundre d highly amusing and instruc tive tricks with chemi cals. B y A. And e rson. H a nd s omely illu strateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF IIAND.-Containing over of the latest and b es t tric ks u se d by magi c ians. Also oontainmg the s ec r e t of se cond sight. .l!' nlly illustrated. By A. Anderso n. No. 70. IIO\V TO MAKE MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full directions for making l\Iagic '.l' oys and devi c es of many kinds. By A. And e rson. .l!'ully illustmted. No. 73. now TO DO TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many curious tricks with figures and the magi c of numbers. By A. And e rso n ll'ully illus trated. .N<>. 7.5. HO\y TO A CONJUROR. Containing tricks with Domtnos, Dice, Cups anJ Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing thirty-s ix illustrations. By A. Aud e r s on. No. 78. HOW TO DO 'l'HE BLAC K ART.-Cotitaining a com. plete d es ctiption of the m ys t e ri e s o ( Jl.lag i c and Sleight of Hand to g ether with many wonderful expe riments. By A. Anderson'. Illustrated. MECHANICAL, No. 29. HOW TO BECOl\IID AN IN VENTOR.-Every boy should k n ow how inv entions originate d. 'l'his book explains the m all, examples in el ectric ity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumatics, m e chanics, etc 'l' he mo s t in structive b o ok publish ed. No. 5G. HOW 'l'O DECOME AN ENGINEER.-Containing full instructions b o w to proc eed in orde r to become a locomoti v e en gin eer; also directions for building a model locomotive; together with a full d esc ription of eve r ything an en g ine e r should know. No. 57. now '1' 0 MAK E INSTRUMENTS.-Full dire c tion s ho w to make a B a n jo, Violin, Zithe r, Allolian Harp, X y lo Phm e and other musical instruments ; together with a brief description of nearl y every mu s i cal in strument used in anc i ent or m o d ern tim e s. l'rofuse ly illu strated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years bandmaste r of the Hoyal Beng al Marines. No. 59. HOW 'l'O MAKE A l\IAGIC LAN'l'ERN.-Containing a des cript i o n of tl1e lantern, t ogether with its history and inv ention. Also full directions for It s us e and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated. By John All e n No. 71. HOW TO DO l\IECIIANICAL TRICKS.-Containinr complete in struc tions for p erforming over sixty Mechanical Tricks. By A. Anderson. l<'ully illustrated. LETTER WRITING. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTE:RS.-A most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to u s e them, gi v ing specim e n l ette rs for and old. No. 12. HOW 'I'O WRI'l'E LETTERS TO LADIES.-Giving complete in struc tions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; als<> letters of introdu c tion. notes and requ es t s No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LET'I'ERS '1'0 GENTLEMEN.Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sampl e fott e r s f o r in struc tio n N<>. 53. HOW TO WUI'I'E LE'l''l'ERS.-A wonderful little book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your fathe r, mother, siste r, brother, emplo yer; and, in fact, everybod y and a ny body you wi s h to write to, Bve ry young man and every young lady in the land should have this book. e No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORREOTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing letters on .almost any subject; also rules fo r punctuatio n and Qompoeition, with specimen letters.

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"fHE STAGE. No. 41. THE _BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S J O K E BOOK.-Contam1ng a great variety of the latest jokes used by the IDe l\Iauager. Prompter, l:lcemc Artist.and Property By a pNl'minent Stage Manager. N? 80. Gli S WII,LIAlHS JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat est Jokes, auecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular German comedian. Sixty-four pag-es; handsome c olored cover containing a ho.If-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. 16. H9W 'l'O KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing fu II mstruct1ons fo1 constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever publi shed. No. 30. HOW '1'0 COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever published. It. contains. recipes for cooking meats, fish, game, and oysters; also pies, puddmgs, cakes and all kinds of and a grand collection of recipes by one of ou r most popular COOKS. I No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-lt contains information for everybody, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you I.tow to make almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds. I ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A de scription of the wonderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism together with full instructions for making Electric 'roys, Batteries; etc. By George Trebel A M M D. Containing over fifty il lustrations. No. 64. HOW TO MAK.Ill ELECTRIGAL MACHINES.-Confu II Jirections for making e l ect1ica l machines, induction cotls, dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. By R A R. E'ully illustrated. No. 67. HOW 'l'O DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive nnd highly amusing e lectrical t r i cks, together illustrations. By A. Anderson. No: 31. HQW T9 .BECO:YIE A SPEAKER.-Containing.fo t ee n 11lu str11t10ns, g1ymg the different positions requis i t e t o become a goo d speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing g e ms fl'ODI t h e POI,>ular !luthors of pros.e and poet r y a rrange d in the moft simple ann couc1s:? manner possible. No. 49. _HOW 'l'O DEBA'rE.-Olving rules for conducting c1eo bates, outlines for. questi ons for discussion, and tbe bed sou r ces for procurmg mfotmation on the giv en. SOCIETY. No. 3 HOW TO FLIR'i.'.-The arts' ana wiles o r flir tation art fully by tbjs little book Besides the various metho d s of bar.1ofraw No. 40. HOW ro iUAKFJ AND SET TRAPS.-Including hints on how to cakh moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrel s a nd birds, .Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J Harrington Keene. : No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANll\:IALS .-A valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, p reparing, mountini and preserving birds, animals and insects No. 54 HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving cotil plete information as to the manner and method of r aising, k eepinr1 taming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; a l so gi ving fult instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by t wenty -eight illustrations, making it the most compiete bi#Ok of "the kind ever published -M I S C E L L A N EOUS. No. 8 HOW TO BECOi.\iE A SCIENTIST.-A u s eful and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on c h emistry ; als o ex periments in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemist ry, and di E NTE R T A IN ME NT. rections for making firewo r ks, colored fires, and gas b a lloons Thi1 No. 9. HOW TO BECOi.\IE A VEN'rlULOQUIS'I'.-By Harry book cannot be equaled Kennedy. 'rhe secret given away. Every intelligent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO i\IAKE CANDY.-A co m p lete hand book for this book of instructions. by a practical professor (delighting multi-making all kinds of candy: etc. tudes every night with his imitations), can master the No. 8-. HOW 'l'O BECOME A1y AU'l'110R.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words a n d the greatest book ner published, and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-.A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and gene r a l c omvery valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successfu l author. By P rince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTORA won money than any book published. derful book, containing useful and practical information in the No. 35. HOvV ro PLAY GAl\IES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common t o every book, containing the rules and of billiards, bagatelle; family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for genera l combackgammon. croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints .No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUl\IS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW ro COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS._.:...Con the leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsomely illnstrated. No. 52. HOW 'l'O PLAY C.A.RDS.-A complete and bandy little No 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By O l d King B r ady, b ook, giving the rules and >'lrections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective In which he lays down some va luable .bage, Casino, FortvFive, H!47>'Ce, Pedro Sancho Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners, and also r elates some adventures Auction Pitch, All Fours, and many other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three hunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER-Contain d red interesting puzzles and conundrums. with key t o same. A ing usefu l information regardi ng the. Camera and how to wor k it;. c omplet e book F u lly illustrated. By A Anderson also how to make Photogra'.pll i c Magic Lantern Slides and other Transparencies. Handsomel y illustrated. By Captain W De W. Abney. ETIQUE T T E. No. 13. HOW '1'0 DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETT E .-It is a great life secret, ann Square New York.

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WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY A COMPLETE STOR. Y EVERY WEEK ..STORIES OF BOY FIREMEN -.. Handsome Colored Covers 32=Pages of Reading By ROBERT LENNOX Price 5 Cents Splendid 111 ust ration .s Issued Every Friday Beginning with No. 41, this weekly will contain a new series of magnificent fire stories, written by Robert Lennox, the best author of this class of fiction in the world. They detail the exciting ad ventures of a company of gallant young fire-fighters under the leadership of a brave boy known as Young Wide A wake. Their daring deed& of hero ism and the they overcome, are in tensely interesting. These stories are not confined entirely to fire-fighting, but' also contain many interesting incidents, humorous situations and a little of the love element. There is a charming girl in the stories whom you will all like very much. LATEST ISSUES. 10 we, us & Co.; or, Seeing Life with a Vaudeville Show. By Ed-34 A Lemon for Fus; or, Nat's Corner In Bricks. By Edward N. ward N. Fox. Fox. 11 Cut Out for an Officer; or, Corporal Ted In the Philippines. By 35 By the Mikado's Order; or, Ted Terrill's "Win Out" In Japan. By Lieut. J. J. Barry. Lieut. J. J. Barry. 12 A Fool for Luck; or, The Boy Who Turned Boss. By ]l'red War-36 His Name was D ennis; or, The Luck of a Green Irish Boy. Dy burton. A. Howard De Witt. 13 'rhe Great Gaul "Beat" ; or, Phil Winston' s start In Reporting. 37 Volunteer Fred; or, From Fireman to Chief. By Robert Lennox. By A. Howard De Witt. 38 Neptune No. 1; or, The Volunteer Fire Boys of Blackton. Ily 14 Out for Gold; or, '.rhe Boy Who Knew the Difference. By Tom Robert Lennox. Dawsou. 39 Hook, Ladder and Pike ; or, The Life-Savers of Freehold. By 15 The lloy Who Balke4 ; or, Bob Brisbane's Big Kick. By Frank Robert Lennox. Irving. 40 Columbia's Pet; or, A Fireman at 17. By Robert Lennox. 16 Slicker tbau Silk; or, The Smoothest Boy Alive. By Rob Roy 41 Young Wide Awake; or, The Fire Boys of Belmont. By Robert 17 The Keg of Diamonds ; or, After the T1easure of the Caliphs. By Lennox. Tom D'awson. 42 Young Wide Awa'.ke's Biggest Blaze; or, Saving a Burning City. By 18 Sandow, Junior; or, The Boy Who Looked Puny. By Prof. Oliver Robert Lennox. 43 Young Wide Awake' s Life Line; or, The Narrowest Escape on Rec-19 Won by Bluff: or. Jack Mason's Marble Face. By Frank Irving. ord. By Robert Lennox. 20 On the Lobster Shift; or, The Herald's Star Reporter. By A 44 Young Wide Awake's Hook and Ladder Work; or, The Maniac Fire Howard De Witt. Fiend of Belmont. By Robert Lennox. 21 the Vendetta's Steel; or, A Yankee Poy In Corsica. By 45 Young Wide Awake's Bucket Bi;lgade; or, Trapping a Fire Bug. By Lieut. J J. Barry. Robert Lennox. 22 Too Green to nurn; or. The Luck of Being a Boy. By Rob Roy. 46 Young Wide Awake Smoke-Bound; or, Daring Work With the Life 23 In J.'o<'l'S Paradise; or, The Boy Who Had Things Easy. By Fred Net. By Robert Lennox. Warburton. 47 Young Wide Awake's Pikemen; or, Hemmed In by Smoke and Flame. 24 One Boy in a Million ; or, 'l'he Trick That Paid. By Edward N. By Robert Lennox. 48 Young Wide Awake's Scaling Ladders; or, The Boy Life-Saver's 25 In Spite of Himself; or, Serving the Russian Police. By Prof. Greatest Victory. By Robert Lennox. Oliver Owens. 49 Young Wide Awake's Fire Line; or, A Boy Fireman's N\rve in Mid-Air. 26 Ki cked into Luck; or, The Way Nate Got There. By Rob Roy. By Robert Lennox. 27 The Prince or Opals; or, The Man-Trap of Death Valley. By A 50 Younsi; Wide Awake's Axe Brigade; or, Hewing His Way to a Fire's Howard De Witt. Heart. By Robert Lenno'S 28 Living in His Hat; or, The Wide World His Bome. By Edward 51 Young Wide Awake' s Still Alarm; or, At Bay with Blazing Oil. By N. Foi.:. Robert Lennox. 29 All for President Diaz; or, A Hot Time In Mexico. By Lieut. J J 52 Yoimg Wide Awako's Nozzleman Grit; or, The .Midnight Call from Box Barry. 14. By Robert Lennox. 30 Tb<' Raslest Ever; or. How Tom Filled a Money Barrel. By Capt. 53 Yo\lng Wide A wake's Champion Climber; or, Fighting the Flames with Hawthorn, U. S N. out Water. 31 In the Sultan's Eye; or, Beating the Porte's Game. By Tom 54 Young Wide Awake's Fire Mask; or, Life Saving at Red Heat. By Dawson. Robert Lennox. 32 Thi' CrntP r of Gold; or, Dick Hope's Find In the Philippines. By 55 Young Wide A wake's Hose Carriage Dash; or, The Belmont Boy's Best Fred Warlmrton. Run. By Robert Lennox. 33 At the Top of tlie. Heap; or, Daring to Call His Soul His Own. By 56 Young Wide A wake's Haud Grenades; or, Cut 01fby the Flame Demon. Rob Roy. By Robert Lennox. For sale by all newsdealer s, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in or postage by !'BANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries a n d cannot procure them from n ew sdealer s, they can be obtained from this office direct. 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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN COLORED COVERS & q!s ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY 32 This Weekly contaj. n s interesting o of smart boys, who win fame a n d fortune by their ability to take advantage of passina opportunltle Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self made men, d show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become fam ous a n d wealt hy. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy fn Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck ; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner In Corn ; or, How a Chicago Bot' Did the Trick. 4 A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The C leverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, 'l'he Young Contractors of Lakeview. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune ; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or. The Boys Who Worked a Deserted Mine 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. lZ A Diamond In the Rough; or A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, 'l'he Nerviest Boy In Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest. 16 A Good Thing ; or, The Boy Who Made a l'ortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Young 'l'rader in Wall Street. 18 P .ure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. 19 A Rise In Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to the Good ; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got '.llhere; or, 'he Pluckiest Roy of Them A ll 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, The Young Sphinx of Wall Street 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil; or. 'he Boy Who Mad e a Million. 28 A Golden Risk ; or, The Young of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy " ho Went Out With a Circus. 30 Golden Fleece: or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Cocos Island 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Wav to Fortune. 33 Playing to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. 34 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Ri c h est Boy in the World 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Raiil"oad. :i; Beating the Brokers; or, The Boy Who couldn't be Done." 31: A. Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on Record. 39 :-lever Say Die; or, The Young Surveyor_ of Happy Valley. 40 Almost a Man; or, Winning His Way to foe Top. 4.1 Boss of the Market; or, The Greatest Boy in Wall Street. 42 The Chance of His Life; or. The Young Pilot of Crystal Lake. 43 Strtvlng for Fortune; or, From Bell-Roy to 111llllonalre. 44 Out !or Business; or, The Smartest Boy in Town. 45 A Favorite of Fortune; or, Striking It Hlch In Wall Street. 46 Througb Thick and Thin; or, The Adventures of a Smart Boy. 47 Doing His Level Best; or, Working His Way Up. 48 Always o n Deck ; o r The Boy W h o Made His Mark. 49 A !V11ut u! llloney ; or, The Young Wall Street Broker. fiO T h e Ladder of Fame; o r From Office Boy to Senator. 51 Un the :Square; or, '.rhe Success of an Honest Boy. 52 After a l'ortune; or, The Pluckiest Boy in the West. 53 Winning the Dollars; or, The Young Wonder of Wall Street. 54 Making His Mark ; or, The Boy Who Became President. 55 Heir to a Miiiion; or, The Boy Who Was Born Lucky. 56 Lost in the Andes; or. The '.rreasure of the Buried City. 57 On His Mettle; or, A Plucky Boy in Wall Street. 58 A Lucky Chance; or, Taking Fortune on the Wing. 59 The Road to Success; or, The Career of a Fortunate Boy. 60 Chasing Pointers; or, The Luckiest Boy in Wall Street. 61 Rising in the World; or, l 'rom !factory Boy to Manager. 62 From Dark to Dawn; or, A Poor Boys Chance. 63 Out for Himself; or, Paving His Way to Fortune. 64 Diamond Cut Dlanoond; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 65 A Start In Life; or, A Btlght Boy s Ambition. 66 Out for a lllllllon; or, The Young Midas of Wall Street. 67 1'Jvery Inch a Boy; or, Doing His Level Best. 68 Money to Burn; or, 'l'he Shrewdest Boy in Wall Strnet. 69 An Eye to Business; or, The Boy Who Was Not Asleep. 70 Tipped by the Ticker; or; An Ambitions Boy in Wall Street. 71 On to Success ; or, The Boy Who Got Ahead. 72 A Bid for a Fortune; or, A Country Boy in Wall Street. 73 Bound to Rise; or, Fighting His Way to Success. 74 Out for the Dollars; or, A Smart Boy in Wall Stree t. 75 For Fame and Fortune; or, The Boy Who Won Both. 76 A Wall Street Winner; or, l\Iaklng a Mint of l\Ioney 77 The Road to Wealth ; or, 'l'he aoy Who Found It Out. 78 On the Wing; br, The Young Mercury of Wall Street. 79 A Chase for a Fortune; or, The Boy Who Hustled. ; 80 Juggling With the Market ; or, The Boy Who l\lade l t Pay. 81 Cast Adrift; or, The Luck of a Homeless Boy. I. 82 Playing the Market; or, A Keen Boy in Wall Street. 83 A Pot of Money; or, The Legacy of a Lucky Boy. 84 From Rags to Riches; or, A Lucky Wall Street Messenger. For sale by all n ewsdea l ers, or will be sent to any address o n receipt o f price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FBANX TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Squa.re, New IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our librar ies, and ca nnot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill i n the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we wiH send them to you by re-t urn mail. POSTAG B !'\TAMP S 'l'AKEN '.l'H E AS MONEY 4 FRANK T OUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. ......... . . 1 9 0 DEAR Srn Enclosed find ...... cents f or which please send me: ... copies o f FAM E AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, No s ............ ...... ... 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