Mart Morton's money, or, A corner in Wall Street stocks


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;VE/04 ME AND TREET 5TD.CKS. ,.} ?f SELP#//DE ##/Y. .. Illas Trimble, what does this meanP" demanded Mart, sternly, suddenly appearing from behind the screen. with Will following closely at his heels. The young woman uttered a. SDJ.othered shriek of consternation, and dropped the cash box on the 1loor.

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Fame and Fortune Weekly STOR.IES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY luucd Weekl11-B11 Subscription $2.50 per year. Ente1ed according to Act of in the year WO?., in the ojflce of the Librarian of Congresa, D. C., b11 Frank 1'ousey, Pubhsher, 24 Union Squan, New York, No. 104. NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 27, 1907. PRICE 5 CENTS. M ART MORTON'S MONEY OR, A CORNER IN WALL STREET STOCKS By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. INTRODUCES MART MORTON AND OTHERS. "Money!" exclaimed Mart Morton "I haven't any, but I mean to have a bunch of it some day and don't you forget it/' he added, nodding his curly head emphatically. When Mart nodded his head that way he always meant business, and the only reason why he had not already ac cumulated a little fund of the long green was because he had never yet found the chance to make the stake. "You haven't any money?" said Will Bradley, almost incredulously. "Why, I thought you had a bank account." "I wish I had. There are times when I've seen chances to make a nice little haul that would have landed me on Easy Street if I'd only had the necessary backing. That little word 'if' is a mighty aggravating stumbling block. So many things would happen in this world only for that 'if.' It ought to be stricken from the English language." "Well, if you haven't any money, you haven't of course But you wear a mighty prosperous look for a Wall Street pauper." "I didn't say that I was a pauper. I've always a dollar or two in my clothes. To be a pauper one must be flat broke." "A dollar or two doesn't cut much ice down here. It is plain that you and I can't go into partnership." "In what?" "In a little deal I've got on the books." "You're thinking of speculating in the market?" "That's what." "What arc you going to buy?" "C. & U." "Why C. & U. ?" "Because it's going up." "How can you tell that it is?" "A little bird brought me a tip. He told me to keep it quiet "The bird did?" "Yes. It was Broker Ellis Bird, of the Johnstone Building." "Oh, I see," grinned Mart Morton. "He is a bird for fair." "He's all right. I did him a favor some time ago, and he made it up to me by handing me out this tip." "And you wanted me to go in with you on it?" "That's correct. You're a good friend of mine; why shouldn't I try to put you in the way of a good thing?" "There's no reason that I know of why you shouldn't I'd do the same by you." "Of course you would Well, I've got fifty plunks save d up. If you had fifty, as I supposed you had, we could get twenty shares of C. & U. between us. When it went up ten or fifteen points we'd close out and divide profits. Now I'll have to go it alone I can buy five shares through the Nassau Street Bank, and I expect to more than double my monev." "'What is 0. '& U going at to-day?" "It closed yesterday at 50." "And you've good rea son .to believe that it will go to 65 or thereabouts?" Will Bradley nodded, as though there wasn't the least doubt of the .fact in his mind.

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MAilT MORTON'S MONEY. "I never heard of a leopard changing his spots before," Neither had done any speculating on their own hook said Mart. as yet, for lack. of money. "What do you mean?" Mart had to help support a widowed sister wi1.h whom "Merely a picturesque expression of mine which has he lived up in Harlem, while Will was required to turn reference to Broker Bird. You say he gave you the tip the greater part of his weekly stipend into the family on C. & U ? Judging from his reputation, this is a retreasury. markable exhibition of liberality on his part. I never In one way or another, Will had managed to save $50, heard that he gave anything away in his life, not even and was now looking for a good chance to double it. himself." Mart' hadn't saved anything to speak of, though he had "You rmistn't believe all you hear about people," said made several attempts to do so, but some extra expense Will. always seemed to spring up after he had go.t $15 or $20 "I don't as a rule, but when the consensus of public soaked away, and the fund had melted away like dew opinion--" under the morning sun. "The what?" gasped Will. Will had been thinking of little else during the past "I see you don't grasp my meaning," grinned Mart. twenty-four hours than the tip Broker Bird had giVen "Let me put it this way: The accepted opinion in Wall him the previous morning. Street is that Broker Bird never has been known to give Under the impression that Mart had $50 or $100, he something for nothing. The collectors for charity funds had generously decided to let him in on it. are so well acquainted with the fact that they always give Mart, however, hadn't en011gh of the ready to take his office a wide berth on their rounds. It is also said ad vantage of his friend's offer even if he was disposed that he will accept a favor, but as for making any suitable to take a shy at the market. return for the same he is not init. So if Ellis Bird That's the way matters stood when the boys met at handed you out a real good thing in acknowledgment for the Wall Street underground station that morning on something you did for him, he must have been suffering their way to business. at the time from a temporary aberration of tb'.e--" When Mart ]earned that Broker Ellis Bird was the "Oh, come off, Mart. Talk United States." authority for his friend's tip, he bad some doubts as to "Well, then, he must have had wheels in his head." its va1ue, for Mr. Birdiis reputation in the Street Wf.W "I don't care what he had in his head; he gave me the none of the sweetest, and he was genera lly known by the tip ji,1st the same." nick-name of "Foxy" Bird. "What evidence have you that the tip is any good?" .As he did not have any definite reason for advising "I've only got his word, but that ought, to be good his against using it, he simply remained neutral enol1gh. '' in the matter. "It ought to be, but is it?" The two boys having reached the entrance of the office "What object could Mr. Bird have m misleading me? building where Mart was employed, they parted company I'm only a messenger." just as Miss Dixon, Mr. Belford's stenographer, came ".Ask me somethillg easy, Will. If you think the tip along. is 0. K., go ahead and bank on it. Don't let me head you "Goocl morning, Miss Dixon," said Mart, politely. off." "Good morning, Mart," responded the young lad y with The boys were walking clown Wall Street toward their a smile respective offices at the time of the above conversation "Shall I see you as far a s the elevator, and afterward It was a bright spring morn ing and the hour was about to the office?" said the boy, with a chuckle. ; nine. "You certainly may," laugl{ed the girl. They were both messenger boys who had been working A dozen steps took them to the elevator, which let them in the financial district for a matter of three years out on the second floor, and a dozen more carried them Mart Morton was employed by Alfred Belford, stock to the door of Broker Belforcl's reception-room. broker, whose office was at No, Wall Street, while Will "Thank you for the pleasure of your company, Miss Bradley ran messages for Broker Djngwall, a few doors Dixon, even so short a distance," said Mart, bowing the below. stenographer toward the gate leading into the countingBoth we, re bright, active boys who knew theii bu siness room. "Small favors are always received and duly ap-ancl attended to it right up to the letter. pi'eciated by yours truly." Mart, however, was ambitious of bef>orning a broker some "Aren't you polite this morning?" she answered roguishday, and with that object before hi.s eyes, had made a ly. close study of Stock Exchange methods as well as his "I hope that is a regular failing of mine and not an facilities enabled him to do. exceptional demonstration, Mis s Dixon. In my opinion He kept abreast of Wall Street affairs by reading all there i.s nothing too good for the girl>;, especially such a the news printed about financial and speculative matters, charming sample as yourself." and there were few pernons m1tf: ide of the regular traders "Dear me, what a jol1ier yon are, Mart Morton." who had' a better idea how the "cat was liable to jump" "J oilier, Miss Dixon? I believe there's no such word at any time than Mart. in the dictionary." Will Bradley, on the contrary, found market quotations "Not in the standard, perhaps; but I think it must be and ticker topics _rather .dry literature, and devoted his I in your lexicon." attention to more mterestmg readmg when he read at all. ".i.Jo," replied Mart, sbakmg his head solemnly. ''You

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MART MORTON'S MONEY. are wrong. I never say what I don't mean. I think you I only get the amusement. I'll wager I'll make 'em laugh are the nicest girl in the Street, and so I exercise the 1 the other way before the week is ont privilege of saying so, not only behind your 'back, but I The elevator stopped to let Mart out, and Mr. Rir
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MART MORTON'S MONEY. There was also a lady's :five-stone diamond ring, one of the stones of which appeared to be loose. There was no name, or even initials, on the flap to give a clue to the owner. "His name is probably on s01ne of these papers," said Mart to himself. "I'll look them over. That ring must be worth a thousand dollars, then there's the $500 bill. That makes $1,500. It's my duty to try and :find out to whom the wallet belongs and then return it. That's only common honesty." The first paper was a short note in pencil addressed to J. D. and signed A. W. Mart read the writing, which ran as follows : "I can put you on to a good thing which I would advise you to avail yourself of before the week is out. Buy M. & B. It's going now at 48, which is low, as the mar: ket runs, for the stock. Get 5,000 shares on margin. I can guarantee that it 'is perfectly safe. You should clear from $50,000 to $75,000 in a fortnight. "Yours, A. W." "This seems to be a tip, all right," sa id Mart to him self. "What a chance for me if I only ha
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MART MORTON'S MONEY. 5 "Certainly. Who are yon from?'' 1 1'elE under an obligation to you for your promptness in "] am a m essenger for Alfred Belford, stock broker, : returning it without waiting io see what reward :vould No Wall Htr0 e L Thal, however, has nothing to do be offered for it. If I can be of any service to you ID the with my visit." future, don't fail to call on roe, and I shall not refuse "Follow me," said l\Jr. Douglas, lea
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MART MORTON'S MONEY. "I'm not talking nonsense. You didn't know that I Let me do that. Take all that's handed to you and say was a capitalist on a small scale, did you?" nothing. I'll bring you home a few dollars to-morrow "I guess it's on a very small scale," laughed his sistel'. afternoon, so that you can the shoes and other things. "How small do you think it is, for instance?" Now I'm going over to the library to get a book.'' 1 "About two dollars." He rose from his chair, on his hat and left the "More than that." house. "Well, three, then.'' Next morning, while riding downtown, he went over "You'll have to raise the ante a good bit before you come ihe daily market report, as was his custom, and saw that anywhere near the mark." there had been about 20,000 shares of M. & B. sold the "Have you as much as five? if you have the day preceding, and that the average price of the stock children need new shoes and I'd like to borrow three still remained at 48. dollars.'' "The chance is mine yet to get in on the ground-floor "Yes, I have as much as five, with two noughts added." with the people behind the deal, and I'm going to do "I don't understand you." it as soon as I can," hB said to himself. "I thought you went to school once on a time, Cassie.'' When he was sen t over to the Exchange that morning "Don't be silly. Of course I went to school. What has at eleven he took enough time to run around to the little that to with what we are talking about?" bank on Nassau Street and put in his order to buy 100 "Well, what did five and two noughts stand for when shares M. & B. on the usual margin. you went to school?" It cost him $480. "Five h11ndred, of course." With $20 l eft out of his big bill in his clothes, which "Correct. Now you know how much I'm worth." he intended to turn over to his sister, he left the bank "Martin, will you please talk sense?" and feturned to the office. "That's what I'm doing. Don't you beli .eve I'm worth He met Will Bradley for a moment at the door of the $500 ?" office building. "Of course I don't believe any such ridiculous non"Say, you told me that C. & U. was going down, and sense." here it's whole point since yesterday," Will said in "I see you require an object lesson. Here is the ob-an aggrieved tone. "I took your advice and sold ten shares ject. Gaze on it and weep-for joy." when I had already made up my mind to buy the stock Mart pulled out his $500 bill and showed it to her. on the strength of Mr. Bird's tip. I'm ten dollars out She snatched it away and looked at it. so far, and I stand to lose the whole fifty I put up on "It's a counterfeit," she said. margin if the stock goes up three points more.'' "Is it? I'd like to own a few thou s and counterfeits "Go saw wood and say nothing," replied Mart. "If you just like it. No, Cassie, that's the real thing. A genuine lose your money I'll see that you get it back again." $500 bill." "How will you?" "My gracious Where did you get it? You didn't "Don't ask questions. It is quite possible that you find it in the street, did you?" may be wiped out before the slump comes, but still I "No, but it was just the same as finding money, the think you won't be. Mark my words, old man, C. & U. way I got that bill." will be giving a good imitation of 'Humpty Dumpty who "It can't belong to you," she said, returning it to him. sat on a wall' in a few days." "It doesn't belong to anybody else. Listen and I'll With those words he rushed for an elevator, and was tell you how it came to me." soon in his office awaiting further orders. Then he told her how he had found the pocketbook in He didn't have to wait long, for there was plenty for the Mills Building, with that bill and a $2,600 diamond him to do, and befoTe long he was chiising around on ring in it; how he had returned the property to its owner, Broad Street with a message to some broker. and how his honesty had been rewa rded by the bill itself. In fact, he was kept dancing around the streets, beHis sister was astonished and delighted. tween his own office and others, the greater part of the a'l'he children can have some new things now," she time until half-past three. said. "A'lld I need a few" things myself. You're going He found no chance to look at the ticker to see if anyto let me spend some of it and keep the rest in the savings thing was doing in M. & B. until it was nearly time for bank aren't you?" him to lmock off; then he :found that the stock had gone "No, Cassie'; I'm going to use it to make more money up half a point, which was a matter of congratulation. with. That's what t call my grub stake ." He also saw that C. & U. had gone up nea1:Jy another "But you can spare me a :few dollars. I really must point. have them." "I'll bet Will is shaking in his shoes, and is mad enough "Sure. I can do that. And there'll be more coming to kick me, but he'll soon see that I was right about the your way later on." ,_ slump, unless a screw works loose in 'Foxy' Bird 's plans." "How do you expect to make money with it?" Next day after C. & U. had gone up nearly a point more "I'm afraid you wouldn't understand if I told, you. it turned about and fell back to 50, much to Will's satis-I'm going to use it in Wall Street." faction, who had about given his $50 up as good as lost. "You're not going to speculate?" she asked apprehen l\II. & B. went to 49l siYely. Mart regarded the figures on the tape with a great "Don't you worry about what I'm going to do with it. deal of pleasure.

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M.ART MORTON 'S .MO:KEY. ,, "I'm a hundrecl dollars ahead Ro far," he said. "If it Mart was naturally feeling like a bird, but he did not will only go to 60 I'll be right in it to the tune of over forget to keep his friend Bradley's deal in mind, and when $1,000. That will give rne a capital of $1,500, and put he met wm asked him i he had closed out his speculaCassie and the chilrlrcn on Easv Street." tion. Then he put on his hat and left the office. "Not yet," replied Will. "I'm waiting for the shares to Will was waiting for him at the entrance downstairs, go lower." with the smile that won't come off on his features. "If I were you I'd buy in those ten shares now and "You're right about C. & U., Mart," he said. "After deliver them. You will make $?:5 as things stand." going up nearly three points and putting me on the verge' "But I want to make $100." of an attack of heart failure, it's gone back to 50 again "Be satisfied with $75 or you may regret it." to-day, and I breathe once more." "Have you heard anything about C. & U. since?" asked "That's nothing more than I expected," coolly replied Will anxiously. Morton. "No." "Well, tell me how you found out that my tip was a "Then why do you advise me to close out my deal?" rank fake," said Will, eagerly. "Because in my judgment you'd better do so. I kn0w Mart explained how he had met Ellis Bird and another I should if I was in your shoes; but of course you can do man in the Mills Building elevator, and had overheard as you please about it." the few remarks that the broker had made to his com"I'll think about it," said Will. "I wish I was in on panion about a certain stock he was manipulating, and M. & B. ,It's gone up nearly ten points in about a week..'' which the young messenger had decided must be C. & U. 1 Mart nodded, but did not seem to be interested in the "I guess I've had a lucky escape," said Will. matter. "That's my opinion. I warned you as soon as I saw "The brokers were all crazy over it this afternoon," you." went on Bradley. "Thanks, old fellow. You did me a good turn and I Mart knew that, but didn't say anything. shan't forget it. So 'Foxy' Bird is working a queeze game "I'll bet it will be higher to-morrow," continued Will. on the traders?" Mart believed and hoped that it would, and mentally "Looks that way. And it isn't the first one 0 { the kind concluded that he'd sell out as soon as it -reached 60 or he's been guilty of." thereabouts. "I don't wonder the brokers call him 'Foxy.' There'll Will talked about M. & B. until they reached the under be weeping and gnashing of teeth in a good many offices ground station, and then branched off on some other topic. \vhen Mr. Bird's game comes out. It's a wonder the At noon next day, :rvI. & B. was goirfg at 62. traders don't get together and try to get back at him." It was two o'clock before :Mart got a chance to go to "Perhaps they have and it hasn't worked." the bank and order his shares sold. "They ought to keep on trying until they succeed. I'll By that time the price had gone to which was the bet after this if 'Foxy' Bird is ever caught and driven to figure he got the wall the brokers will declare a holiday in honor of On figuring up his profit he found he had made $1, 700, the event." which was much more than he had expected to make out "I'm thinking they'll have to get up pretty early in of the deal, and he was correspondingly delighted. the morning to Ellis Bird napping. He's on the "I'm worth over $2,000," he chuckled, as he left for watch for jobs every minute of the day, you may take home that afternoon. "Perhaps Cassie won't be pleased your oath. If he wasn't he'd have been singed long ago. to death when I hand her a roll of bills in a day or so." The broker that gets the bulge on him in a deal will be entitled to a gold medal." Next day the two boys eagerly watched the course of their respective stocks. C. & U. dropped to 47, while M. & B. went up to 50-k. Will, however, was not aware that Mart was interested in any stock, and Mart didn't enlighten him on the sub ject. No one outside of Mr. Douglas, the law yer, who lost the pocketbook, and Morton's sister, was aware of the incident which had put $500 into Mart's pocket. The young messenger believed in keeping his business to himself, which is a sensible plan to follow. Three days later, when C. & U. was down to 42, and Ellis Bird was bllying in to cover his short sales, at the expense of the people who had been fooled into paying over 50 for the stock, M. & B. took on a sudden boom and went to 57. The retrograde movement of C. & U. was immediately forgotten in the excitement now surrounding the other stock. CHAPTER IV. .A. DAYLIGHT ROBBERY. It was fortunate for Will Bradley that, after due de liberation, he took Mart's advice, bought ten shares of C. & U. at about 42 and closed his deal at a profit of $80, for in a day or two the stock began to rise again. Mart had figured on this rise. He believed it' would go back to somewhere around 50; therefore, as soon as be got a settlement with the little bank, he immediately lefi an order to buy 500 shares of C. & u. at 42, and directed the bank to sell the stock if it went to :1-9, without waiting to hear from him. This is what is called a stop order. He also suggested to Will that he buy as many shares of the stock as he could put up the margin for and leave an order to sell at 49. Will, who now had all the confi dence in the world in Mart's judgment, did so. He bought 30 shares.

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MORTON'S :MONEY. I uside o! three days tl1c stock reached the indicated figure, aml the boys' holdings were disposed of by the bank's repre"cn li:l ti vc on lhe floor and a statement was duly for rnrrl erl to 1\fart and Will. "Where is Morton?" grow Jed Rookwood to the assi stant bookkeeper. nLirt made a profit of $3,350 by his shrewdness and Will made ii;zoo. J3radlry wanted to present his friend with $50 in ac knowledgment of the obligation he felt to him in helping raise his capital of $50 to $325, but Morton laughingly Tefuscd to accept the money, since he himself was now worth $5,500. "\Yell, Cassie," said Mart that evening, "you haven't asked me lately whether I had doubled that $480 or lost it. Aren't you interested?" "Of course I'm interested, Mart," replied his sister; "but as you gaYe me $30 the other day to buy some clothes, in addition to the $20 three weeks ago, I had an idea that you were making money over ancl above your wages." "Your idea was quite correct. I've been interested in two Wall Street deals since I received that $500 bill, and both haYe been very successful. How much do you think I'm worth at this moment?" "I couldn't guess, Mart." "Five thousand, fiYe hundred dollars." "1\Iart Morton, you don't mean it?" she exclaimed, in credulously. "I do mean it, Cassie, and I'll be able to prove it to morrow when I get my check from the bank." "Why, how could you have made so much money in so short a time?" "Just the same way as some of the big brokers make a million in a few hours-by being on the right side of the market." "What are you going to do with it?" "Use it to make more the same way Ho:wever, I'm going to let you have $500 to put in the bank for your self and the children, so that if I should run against a snag and lose my money, you'll have something to fall back on." "You're a dear, good brother, Mart," said his sister, giving him a hug." -"Thanks,'' laughed Mart; "that's worth $500 any day." Next day word was received at the office by 'phone that Mr. Belford h,11d been suddenly taken ill, and probably wouldn't be at the office for the rest of the week. His absence made Austin Rookwood temporarily boss of the ranch, ancl he lost no time in showing his authority. The first thing he did was to go into the private room and run over the morning's mail. Then he rang for Mart. The. boy happened to be in the washroom at the 11101-r.ent and did not answer the Rurnmons immediately Rookwood came to the door and looked into the recep tion-room where Mart was supposed to be, and not finding him at his post, he enterccl the counting-room tuciook for him, expecting to find him talking to the stenographer, in which event he meant to giYc him a good calling down. However, Mart was not talking to Miss Dixon, so Rook wood lost a chance he woulrl liked to have had to say a few disagreeable things to the messenger. "He went into the washroom a moment ago," was the reply. "Humph!" muttered the cashier. "Miss Dixon," he sai
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MAR'l' MORTON'S MONEY. 9 "\Vbat a nervy hold-up!" breathed Mart. "Well, he w on't get a1ray w ith that bag if I can help it." The young messenger irnmc
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10 .ic:1AR'l' 110HTON'S 1.IONEY. There were a number of doors opening on to it, and all had signs of different kinds of on them. Mart op ened eath door one by one and looke'1 inside, thinking that the thief might have sought refug e in one of the offices. As there was no sign of him thQ boy went up to the third floor, the corridor of which was almost identical with the second floor, only gloomier. An examination of all the offices revealed no tTace of the rascal, so :M:art went on up to the top floor. The entire loft was occupied by a paper box factory, and the young messenger was at his wit's end. "That kid must have sent me on a fool's errand," he thought, inwardly blessing the bootbla ck. He opened the door of the box factory and looked in. There was a girl sitting at a desk close by and she looke d at him inquiringly. "I suppose you didn't see a young man, carrying a hand bag go up this way?" Mart asked, more as an excuse for intruding than because he expected an y result from it. "Do you mean the man who came up a few minutes ago to look at the roof?" she replied. "Did he have a checked suit and a brown derby?" asked Mart, eagerly. "Yes." "Did I understand you to say that he went on the roof?" "He did." "How do you reach the roof?" "There's a ladder at the other end or the room." "I suppose you have no objection to my going up?" whatever." "If a policemrn should make any inquiries about the man with the handbag, send him up on ihc roof." "Very well," answered the girl. l\Iart then passed through the worhroom, where some thirty girls and several men and boys were at work. Ile located the ladder, mount e d it, pushed open t h e trap and stepped out on the roof. A s he looked around he saw not ten feet away the man he 'ras alter. The rascal was seated on the firewall between that building and the next, nonchalantly examining the con t ents of the handbag he had sto len He had a wad of bills in his hand as big as his fist almost. His sharp eyes observed Mart's appearance on the scene, which seemed to be quite une xpected to him, and he s prang np with an imprecation, dropping the handbag, and thrus t ing the roll of bills into one of his pockets. He took care to keep the firewall between himself and hi s pnrs uer. ""'hat are you followin' me for?" he gritted, with a venomous look at Mart. "You ought to know," replied the y oung messenger coolly. ;'Well, I don't know," replied the fellow, with a wicked lau gh "You'll talk differently when I get hold of you," said Mart, resolutely, for though only a boy he was confident he could handle the crook, unless the fellow had a weapon, and he hadn't shown any so far. ---------------"You havent got hold of me yd," returnd the rasc:al, defiantly. "I'll ha 1 e you in a few minute s "Dont Le too sure of ihat. You can't get off lhc,.;e roofs. "Sure of that, are you?'" r e pli e d th e crook, sarcast i cally. "I don't mean that you s hall. Before you could try to open one of the scuttles up here I'd be clown on you like a thousand of brick." "You tell it well, young feller. You don't know who you're dealin' with." "I know you re a thief, and that's enough for me." "It's a pity you're not a detective," sneeringly. "Don't talk foolish. You're cornered, so you might as well give up." "Well, why don't you come and take me?" Mart, thinking that he'd better take the bull by the horns first as last, sprang forward, intending to vault the firewall and tackle the rascal. The crook made no effort to get away, but raised his right hand quickly. A ray of sunl ight flashed from a polished barr e l of steel, and Mart found himself looking into the tube of a s ix-shooter. CHAPTER VI. MART'S CLEVER CAPTURE. "What are you stoppin' for?" chuckled the crook. "I thought you were comin' over on this side of the wall." l\fart made no reply to the young man's sarcastic r e marks. He was placed at so complete a disad.vantage that he didn't know what to do. "Throw up your hands or ;I'll sh oot you full of holes," grinned the rascal. "I don't believe you wi1l," repli e d Mart, coolly, who was thinking pretty rapidly ''.Why won't I?" asked the fello\\ sh arply "Because th e repoi-t of yom revolver woulcl call at tention to you, and that wouldn't be to your advantage." "You're a c l ever boy, aren't your" said the crook, sneer ingly. "Say, why ha,e you buUecl into this matter? It i sn't your fune ral, and you 're liabl e to get hurt." "I sa w yon stea l the handbag, and I have simply tried to catch you anc1 hand you ol'er to the police." "Very kind of you my pippin; but the cops a r e paid to d o that. You won't gain anything by buttin' in Now I'll tell you what I'll do with you. You've taken a lot of useless trouble to chase me, and now you're up aga inst a s na g You can t go any further. 'l'o save me the trouble of hurtin' as I s'pose I ll have to do if you won't listen to reason, I'll give :vou a hundred plunks if youn stanJ in with m e and let me s kip. You can report that you chased m e to this buildin' uncl then lost s ight of me. You'll Rave your skin and b e $100 to the good: How does that strike you?" asked the ra scal in an eager tone. "It doesn't strike me at all." "What are you goin to do about it, then?" snarled the man. "Just stan d there half a minute more and I'll tell y ou." "What do you mean?"

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MART MORTON'S MONEY. 11 "You'll find out presently," said Mart, with a confident smile. The crook evident ly didn't like his attitude. "I've a great mind to put a ball into you and take my chances," he snapped. "You're too late There's a cop behind you now." fl? turned around with a start, dropping the muzzle of h1s revolver. As he did so, Mart jumped forward, seized a loose brick from the top of the wall, and just as the crook discovered that he had been fooled and turned again to the boy, the young messenger hurled the brick at his head. The thief saw the missile coming and instinctively threw up the arm that held the gun to protect himself. He saved his cranium, but the blow hurt his hand so badly that he dropped the revolver. Before he could make another move, Mart vaulted the firewall, snatched up the revolver and had the rascal at his mercy. I I "Now," said boy, "throw up your hands. I've got you dead to rights." The crook made a few remarks that wouldn't look well in print, but it didn't help his case any. Back up against that chimney," said Mart, "or I may put a ball into your arm or leg." The rascal refused to budge, so Mart, who wanted to attract attention to the roof, discharged the revolver, and sent a bullet so close to the fellow's head that be jumped away in terror of his life. "Up against that chimney or I'll let you have another" said the young in a determined tone. The crook obeyed very grudgingly. "I'll get square with you for this, young feller," he gritted. "All right, we'll see if you will. At any rate you'll go to jail first Persons employed in the various buildings in that block came to the rear windows, attracted by the report of the revolver, and many of them sa w Morton pointing the gun at the thief, who was now standing against the broad chimney Messengers were in several instances sent for a police man. Mart raised his revolver and fired a second shot in the air. The thief began to get desperate. He saw that the game was up with him and he looked around for some avenue to make a break. "Don't you move or I'll shoot you down," said Mart, who was watching him like a cat does a mouse. "The law is on my side." "I'll kill you if ever I get hold of you his sed the crook. At this moment the trap up which they had both come from the box factory was thrown open and a police man appeare
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12 MART MORTON'S MONEY. up in as bad a light as he could when the broker downtown. Mart walked into the counting-room to came thousand plunks, and got it in the neck. I nearly got fired when I expected to make a stake. Dern you, take that!" As soon as the cashier saw him he opened up on him. "Where in thunder have you been loafing all this time?" he roared, furiously. "Will you l et me explain?" asked Mart, calmly. "Do you know that you 've been out nearly two hours on tha;t message to Exchange Place?" snorted Rookwood. "I know I've been awa y some time.?' "I say you've been out two hours. Where have you been? Mr. Belford shall be told about your conduct, and if you aren't :fired you'll be luck y." Mart told him about th e theft of the lad.v's handbag in Exchange Place, and how he had given chase to the crook, expecting to overtake him before he had gone very far. "Very brave of you," sneered Rookwood; "but what business had you to butt in?" "Don't you think I did Urn right thing?" asked Mart, in some surprise "It's the business of the police to attend to such matters," replied the bookkeeper, non-committally. "There wasn't a policeman in sight when the robbery was committed. Only for me the thief would have gotten clear off." "Humph! I suppose our business has got to suffer ihe police are not on hand to attend to theirs,'' !'aid Hoolrnood. "I had to send Edwards out with severa l mc0;;agw because you were not here to deliver them." "\rplJ, rm here now." "I see you are." ''1"1e got to appear at the Tombs Police Court at two o'clock to give my evidence against the crook, so you'll have to excuse me for an hour probably at that time." "This is an outrage!" cried Rookwood,. violently. "Hadnt you better take the whole day off and be done with it?" he added, sarcastically, "Well, don't kick with me," replied. Mart. "Ring up the Church Street Station and have it out with the ser geant. It isn't my fault I've got go to court." "It is your fl;\ult for mixing yourself up in this matter," repli e d the cashier, angrily "Ha Ye yon got anything more to say, sir?" "Don't be impertinent. i\Ir. Belford will settle with you later. Go to your seat outside." In a few minutes Rookwood found it necessary to send him on an errand, and took occasion to advise him not to stay all day. Mart hurried away. His errand took him to the Johnston Building, not Yery far on Wall Street. Broker Ellis Bird was in the same elevator going up. So was a hrok er's messenger munching an apple. :t.fr. Bird got out first, Mart followed and the other boy was at biR heels. "I'd lik e to break that lobster's head,'' sa id the other meRFenger to Mart as they went down the corridor tog-PtlH'r Fitter "Foxy" Bird. "Why?" asked Morton. 'Cause he gave a lo sin' tip on a stock a month ago. I passed the tip on to my bosf', he coppered it for severa l As Mr. Bird opened the door o.C his office to enter, the boy threw the remainder of the apple at his head. The missile caught 1J r. Bird squarely in the eye. The boy disappeared into a broker's office, lea ving Mart in the corridor. "Foxy" Bird turned around in a rage as soon as he could see and rushed at Morton, supposing him to be the ag gressor. "I'll have you arrested, you young villain!" he roared, grabbing Mart by the arm. "V\TJ.1at's the matter with you?" replied l\lart. "You hit me in the eye with half an apple, you rascal." "Did you see me do it?" asked the boy, coolly. "No, but I know it was you who did it. You're the only one in the corridor, and I know you messengers have been annoying me late ly." "You're off your perch. I don't play such kid tricks as that. There was another boy, who was eating an apple, got off the elevator at the same time we did." "Where did he go?" asked Brok er Bird suddenly re membering that he had seen a boy in the cage eating fruit. "I give it up,'' replid l\lart, who didn't intend to put the brok e r on the othcT lad' s trail. "Did he go into one of these offices?" "It is pos. ible he did." "Don't you know which one be went into after throw ing the apple at me?" "I didn't keep tab on what he did." "I believe you're trying to shield him. If you are you're as bad as he is." "I beg your pardon, Mr. Bird, it's none of my business, and I'm in a hurry." Mart hurried away ae the broker opened the door or the office next to the one the boy had entered. Ther e was an uproar in the corridor when ::\Iart. came back after deliYering his message. Mr. Bird had hold of the guilty youth by the car ancl was cuffing him in a way that did not afford the recipient much enjoyment. 'l'he lad was resenting the blows by applying the toes of his shoes to suc h parts or the broker's limbs a s were within reach. The doors of half the offices in the vicinity were open and the space fillet!. by curious clerks attracted by the disturbance. As l\lart came up the boy, by a dextero u s move, suc ceeded in upsetting the broker. A pocketbook foll out of Mr. Bird's poaket. The boy gave it a kick that sent it spinning behind JI.fart, and th e n took to his he e l s JI.lad turned around ancl chased the wallet. It struck the baseboard, opened and dumped several papers out. A puff of air at the same moment scattered the papers over the corridor. Mart s tarted in to pick them up, and got all but one, which he overlooked.

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MART MORTON'S MONEY. 13 He then returncJ the book to M:r. Bird, who had got on his feet. He put it up as security for the purcha s e of 650 of D. & G. at 73, and receiYecl back-$255 in cash. Th<'n he went on to the police court. The paper which Mart missed had in the been blown near the elevator, and the boy saw it when he pushed th e button. He did not connect it with Mr. Bird's pocketbook, but picked it up because he wanted somet hing on which to make a rude sketch of the recent scrimmage to show his friend Will. The ca8e was one of the first called, and the first wit ness was the lacly who wa s held up and robbed by the prisoner at the bar. Malit had some talent as an amateur artist, and often procluc<'d pictures that told their storv better than words. The elevator came along before made a mark, and he took it. When he returned to the office he took the paper from his pocket and drew the rough sketch he had in mind. Noticing that the paper was folded, he opened it, and saw writing in side He read th
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14 MART MORTON'S MONEY. "Huh!" grinned Will, giving him another thump. "How do you like that?" Mart suddenly jerked his elbow back and caught Brad ley in the stomach. "Wow!" grunted Will. "What did you do that for? You almost knocked the wind out of me "Just giving you a dose of your own medicine." "Well, that's enough "You're satisfied, then?" "I've a great mind to knock your bloci off," growled Will "Don't, please. I need it in my business." "'iVhat makes you so late?" asked his friend. "How about yourself? You came in after me." "I was delayed by an, errand." "I was delayed by the police court." "What have you to do with the police court?" "I was a witness at the examination of a crook." "Yes you were, n replied Will, incredulously. "I was." "How came yon to be a witness?" ''Because I captured the rascal after he had stolen $5,000 from a lady on Exchange Place ;' "The dickens you did!" exclaimed Will, greatly sur prised. "When did this happen?" "This morning." "Tell me about it," said Will, eagerly. "Did you Ree the lady robbed?" "Sure. And I chased the thief "Where did you catch him?" "On the roof of a building on Church Street near Fult on." "What are you giving me?" / "The truth." "Did you chase the follow way over there?" "Sure. "Where were the ponce?" "On their beats, I suppose. Just wait till I put in my book," said Mart, reaching his hand in at the receiving teller's window. "Did the fellow put up much of a fight when you cornered him?" asked Will "He drew a revoher on me first and had all the best of the argument, but I worked an old gag on him and after that things came my way." "Wl1at do you mean by an old gag?" "I called his attention to an imaginary cop coming up behind him. He turned to see, and then I knocked his gun out of his hand with a brick." Mart got his book from the teller and then Will stepped up to the window and put his in. "I'm the laRt of lhe Mohicam;, aren't you glad?" grinned "Bradley at the clerk. As soon as he got his hook the boys walked out of the bank together. "I suppose your adventure iR printed in the afternoon papers," said Will. "I never thought of that," replied Mart. "The re porters must ha,e got the particulars off the station blot ter. If they took down my evidence at the examination they ought to have enough material to write up a column.'' On their way home an hour later they read the story in the evening paper, and Mart told Will that about three quarters of the facts were not in it. The morning papers printed a fuller and more accurate account, which the reporters had obtained at the police court. Next day Rookwood made matters particularly sultry for Morton. It looked as if he was trying to get square for the annoyance to which he had been put the preceding day owing to the boy's thief-catching adventure "He's got a big grouch on against me," said Mart to Gertie "If he doesn't haul in his horns I'll stay awaj' till Mr. Belford comes back, and then show him up. Noth ing I do seems to suit him. Well, he'll find he can't ride rough-shod over me.'' During the day Mart got an occasional look at the tape, and he was pleased to notice that D & G. was slowly advancing. It closed at a point and a fraction above the previous day's quotations. Next day was Saturday and Mart began the day's opera tions with a run-in with AuRtin Rookwood. "What's the matter with you, anyway, Morton?" roared the cashier. "You seem to think I haven't any authority down here while Mr. Belford is away. I want you to understand that I am the boss while he is absent, and I won't stand any nonsense from a kid like you. It's your business to do what you're told and say nothing." "You'll oblige me by not calling me a kid,'J retorted Mart, with some dignity. "What else are you? I suppose you imagine yourself a man. 1 "Well, I'm man enough to resent a continuous perform ance o! abuse such as you have been handing me out since you've been in temporary charge "How dare you speak to me in that way ?" "Because it's the truth. "You young whippersnapper, I'll make it my business to see that you get what's enming to you when Mr Bel ford comes back!" cried Rookwood, furiously. "When he hears my side of the story maybe you'll get all that's corning to you.'' "You impertinent jackanApes !" roared Rookwood. "I won't put up with your back-talk any longer Get out of the office, do you hear? I'll get another messenger." "You haven't any authority to discharge me," retorted Mart. "I'll assume the authority, then. I won't have yon here, d'ye understand?" "All right. I don't care to sfay here while you're in charge. Hand me over my week's wages and I'll get out. But as soon as Mr. Belford shows up I'll make you look like thirty cents.'' The threw his money at him and Mart coolly walken out ancl went over to the visitors' gallery of the Exchange, where he remained till the business closed at noon, when he met Will and told him about the trouble he had had with Rookwooo. "So you're going to take a holiday till Mr. Belford gets back?" "That's what I mean to do.'' "When do you expect him down?"

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" [ couldn't Ray. I hear he's a pretty sick man." "Are you looking for another place?" "Rut you can't afford to remain idle." "No." How do yqu know I can't?" "Going to be your own boss awhile longer?" you've told me more than once that your sister "I'm thinking of being my own boss for good." had all he could do to pull through with the help o:f your "How?" asked Will1 in surprise. wages." "']'here's a small office in the Atlas Building for re1;t. "I told you the truth; but things are easier with us now. I have about concluded to take it and hang out my :e We wouldn't starve if I didn't work for a year." as a broker." "Is that so? I'm glad to hear it." "I think I see you doing it," chuckled Will. "By the way, Will, if you want to make another haul "Well, if you keep track of my movements on Mon
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16 MAR1' :JfOXI E Y. capital and turn it in at t he house. I'll wager if you follow my lead orour capital will grow ins t e ad of diminishing." Will Bradley was quit e tak e n with the idea. "I'll think it oYer and l e t you know Monday morning," he s aid. "Whe r e w ill I m e e t you?" "If you'll come down at the usual hour I'll meet you at the station." "It' s a go," agreed Will. Accordingly they m e t on Monday morning and Mart steered Will around to the Atlas Building, where he got the janitor to s ho w t h e m the office. Mart said he d take i t up to the first of next May and flashed a w a d of bill s in the janitor's face. "You' ll ha v e to see the agent," said the janitor. ''If he's willing you s hould hire it, I'm satisfied." "Whe r e ca1i I see the agent?" asked Mart. "He isn't down y et. His office on the eighth floor. His name i s Austin. You'll see it on the door. Call around in' about an hour." "I will," replied Morton. Mart knew he'd have to furnish a fir s t-class reference and guarantee. "I'll go around and call on Mr John Douglas. He'll fix-me up, I gues s He said he d b e glad to do me a favor if I wanted one. I'll g ive him th e chance now." So he walked around to 150 Broadway and took an elevator for the tenth floor. The r.ed-h e aded youth was on hand when he and Will enter ed. "Has Mr. Douglas got down yet?" a s ked Mart. "No, r e plied the boy "Whe n do you expect him?" "Soon," r e plied the youth. "We' ll wait then," and so he and Bradley seated them selve s It was about half an hour before the lawyer made his appearance. He recogniz e d Mart, shook hands with him and asked him into his sanctum. "Well, how are you doing, Morton?" asked Mr. Douglas, aft e r they were s eated. "I've i eft my pos ition and am going into business for myself, repli e d M art. Are y ou, indeed?" ''Y es, sir. I exp ect t o take an office in the Atlas Build i n g on \Vall Street and I came around to ask you if you w ill stand my r efe rence." "Certainly I will." "Thank you. It will probably surpris e you to learn h a t I have made s u c h good u s e of that $500 you were so k ind Lo p resent me wHh that I am now worth nearly $20, 0 0 0 The law y er was surpris ed and a s ked Mart how he had bee n s o fortunate. The boy told him he had made it out of lucky deals in the s tock market. "I guess. you must be a pretty smart boy? smiled the lawyer. Mart told him how he had been making a study of Wall s ince he first went to work as a messenger, as he was ambitious to become a brok e r some day. "Are you of starting out as a broker now?" "Yes, sir. I don't expect to do much business :for my self at first, but in time I hope to break into the game "Well, I hope you will get along. I will do all I can to help you Your promptness in returning my pock e t book, just as you found it, when you might easil y hav e kept the money and disposed of the ring for a con s ider a bl e sum, much impressed me with your honest and' straight forward character. You are at liberty to refer to m e at any time and I will back you up." After some further conversation, Mart took hi s l eave with Will and returned to the Atlas Building. The agent was in his office and Mart told him he wanted to rent the office on the seventh floor. "I am ready to pay three months' rent in advance and can refer you to Lawyer John Dougla s of 150 Broadw ay." The called Mr. Douglas up on the phon e and asked him if he would be willing to guarante e th e r ent of the office for the balance of the term ending May 1 s t on the following year. The lawyer said he would, and so Mart got the effice. By the end of the week the office was fitt e d up with t w o desks, a safe, a ticker, and such other article s a s w e r e neces s ary to make it look like bus iness. A painter was hired to place the following s ign on the glass door: MARTIN MORTON, STOOK BROKER. "Nothing like being one' s own boss, Mart," l a u g h e d Will, as he contemplated the fini s h e d s i gn. "I w on der what Mr. Belfprd would say if h e sa w that?" "Give it up. I'd like Austin Rookwood to see i t though. I think he'd have a fit. He' s down on me lik e a c a r l o a d of bricks. L<.!t s go over to the Exchange now and see what's doing." And they went. CHAPTER X. MISS TRIMBLE. About one o'clock on the following d ay whi c h w as Saturda y Mart strolled ove r to M r. B e lfo r d 's office to see Gertie Dixon. "What are you doing in h e r e ?" roar e d Austin Rookwood, as the boy was about to enter the countin g room. ly. "I came to see Miss Dixon," replied Mart ind epende n t "Well, you can't see her in here." "Business is over for the day i sn't it?" "That's none of your busines s." "All right," replied Mart. "I'll wait for her in t h e counting-room." Gertie had a friend with her, and when she heard Mart's voice she ran out to see him. "I'm awfully glad to see you, Mart," she s aid holdin g out her hand to him. "Come inside, I want to introd uce you to a young lady." "Mr. Rookwood won't have it. \!Ie ordered me to stay out of the counting-room." "Don't you care. Mr. Belford will be down M onday and then you'll be back once more." "No, I won't. I wouldn't work in the s ame office with Rookwood for a farm."

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MAR'r MORTON'S MONEY "I'm so sorry," replied Gertie, and she looked it. "Have you got another place?" "I'm in business for myself." "You are?" she exclaimed, in astonishment. "Yes, I've got an office in the Atlas Bui lcling, three doors below." "Is it possible? Why, what are you doing?" "I'm a broker, and my friend Bradley is in with me, though not as a partner." "Mv goodness You a broker! You astonish me "I thought I would. I came to take you over and sh o w you my office. Will you come?" "Yes, of course; but I can't understand how you can set up1 as. a broker without money." "I'm not setting up without money. It cost me severa l hundred dollars to fit my office up, in the first place "Dear me! I was always under the impression that you and your sister were not very well off." "We haven't been until lately." "Somebody has left you money, then?" "No; whatever money I have now I made myself." "Well," said Gertie, who could not understand the matter, "I'm glad you are so well provided for that you can go into business for yourself. Just wait a moment till I put on my things." She ran back into the counting-room and a few minutes later reappeared with her friend, whom she introd u ced to Mart as Miss Annie Trimble. "Glad to make your acquaintance, Miss Trimble," said The girl smiled. She was quite a pretty, sylish-looking young lady, an d rather Mart. "We'll go around to my office now, if you're ready," said Morton. They were quite ready, so the young broker piloted the way to the seventh floor of the Atlas Building. "MaTtin Morton, Stock Broker," read GeTtie, as they paused in front of his door. "Aren't we some pumpkins now?" she laughed. "Yes, Gertie, we are one of the people now. Walk in." The girls admired his and then sat down for a short chat "Are you working in the Street, Miss Trh;n.ble ?" asked Mart. "I have been until lat e ly. I am looking for a position at present." "WoulJn't you sooner be your own boss?" "That wo-lud be nice, I run sure," she smiled, "but too good to be realized." "Oh, I don't know," replied Mart. "If you branched out as a public stenographer, you could be your own boss." "I've thought of that, but I couldn't afford to rent an office." "What's the matter with taking deskroom in here? I won't charge you anything till you get on your feet." "Oh, I couldn't think of imposing on you that way!" "Don't you worry about that. I'll be glad to have yon. I'll put yoUT name on the door, get some caTds printed for you, and you can start out drumming up trade. Be sides, Bradley and I will put in a good word for you where we are acquainted." "You are very kind I am sure ." "Why don t you take him up, Annie?" said Gertie. "This i s a fine chance for you. You }'Ou've been wanting to start out for yourself. I'll guarantee that Mart will treat you all right." "I'll talk the thing over with my mother and let you know Monday," said Miss Trhnble. "All light," said Mart. He invited the girls to go to lunch with him and they accepted He took them down to a nice restaurant on Beaver Street and ordered the best lunch the place could furni s h After the meal he escorted them to the Brooklyn Bridge cars and bade them good-bye. "Well," said Will, when the two boys entered the office on Monday "what are we going to do this week toward making the mighty dollar?" "I couldn't tell you. We must keep wide awake and watch the market By the way, I put an advertisement in three of the Wall Street dailies. I'm making a bid for out -oftown patronage. I've arranged with a broker to divide commissions with me on an y business I send him. AnythinO' to get a start, you know." "I you'll come out all right There doesn't seem. to be any flies on you." "I hope not. One can't go to sleep in Wall Street an cl expect to get along." "I should say not." "Y 011'd be'tter go to the Exchange this morning and stay there a couple of hours. Keep your eye on A. & P I've an idea there may be something doi.ng in that stock. It look s buoyant ancl is really several points below its usual place on the li s t It closed at 88 Saturday. II we had some assmance that it was likel.\ to go up two or three point s this wee k it woi1ld pay n s io take a shy at it. A profit of $2 a share i s not to be sneezed at." "Bet your life it isn't I'll go now." Will put on his hat and departed for the Exchange. The door had harcliy closed behind him befor e Miss Trimble made her appearnnce. "Good morning, Mis s Trimbl e," said Mart. "'l'akc a Reat. Well what deci s ion dicl you come to about the mat ter we discussed on Saturday?" "I have decided to accept your kind offer." "All Tight. Do you own a machine?" "No, but I can easily rent one." "What machine do you use?" Miss Trimble named the one to which was accus tomed. "I'll order one for you this afternoon, and have a table put in for your use. You can occupy that corner l)y the window." "Thank you, Mr. Morton "I'll OTder 500 cards from a printer when I go out. How wil1 it read? Miss Trimble or Miss A. Trimble.?" "Miss A. Trimble I guess," she replied. "Public Stenographer," went on Mart, making out the copy. "Room 452, Atlas Building Typewriting done with neatness and dispatch at reasonable rates. That will do, I guess." "Yes," she said.

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MART MORTON'S MONEY. "I will have everything ready for you by to-morrow noon." "I am eve r so much obliged," F:he Raid. riRing to go. "iYou'r e welcome. Don't be in a hurry." ''I wani; to run uptown to a department Rtore." bargain that's been advertised?" he chuckled. "You mustn't be so inquisitive, Mr. Morton,' she re plied, with an arch smil e "All right I'll look for you to-morrow afternoon." !Miss Trimble had been gone but a few minutes when a messenger entered with a note. Mart recognized him as his successor at Belford's. The note was from Mr. Belford, asking him to call at the office. "Tell Mr. Belford I'll be oYer shortly," he said to the boy. Half an hour later he entered Mr. Belford's office and was shown into the prirnte room .. The broker looked thin and pale. "Good morning, JI.Ir. Belford," said Mart. "How are you feeling?" "Not very bright as yet. How is it that you left the o fficb I haYe heard Mr. Rookwood's story. Miss Dixon also had something to say on the subject which did not coipcide with my cashier's statement. I should like to hear your side of the question. It is my impression, from my experience with you, that Mr. Rookwood acted with out weighing the circumstances properly. I don't like to .. .,se you, but I hear from :Miss Dixon that opened an office in the Atlas Building. I'm afraid that was an unwise move on your part. However, that is not the matter I want to see you about. I want to know exactlY, why you left my employ." "I left because Mr. Rookwood insi s ted on my going, and also because I didn't care to work longer under his authority. He didn't treat me decently, and I am too independent to put up with unmerited abuse. You know well enough that I always attended to your work right up to the handle, and that you never found fault with me. Now I couldn't please Mr. Rookwood even a little bit. He has a standing grouch against me, and he took advantage of your absence to rub it in. The trouble began with my two-hour absence the first morning, when I gave chase to a thief who robbed a lady on Exchange Place." Mart explained the whole of his adventure to the broker. "I should have acted the same way ha{! you been here, and I don't think that you would have blamed me/' con cluded Mart. Before the interview was over Morton had squared him self. Then Mr. Bel.ford asked him how he expected to suc ceed in business, and capital he had. He told the broker just bow be had made his capital in the market, and the gentleman was quite surprised. "I suppose it is out of the question for me to expect you to come back, Mart?" "Yes, sir. I expect to get along much better now than as a messenger." "Well, I hope you will. I'll see if I can't put something in your way occasionally to encourage you, for believe me, I am interested in your future." "Thank you, sir Anything you may do will be grate fn lly appreciated." 1\fa rk then apd bade the broker good-bye. He took the liberty of walking into the counting -room to Ree Gertie. The cashier glared at him, but did not dare to keep him out. While Mart was talking to the stenographer, Mr. Bel ford called Rookwood inside and told him plainly that he did not approve of his course toward Morton. This calling-down did not improYe the cashier's feelings toward Mart, but he was prudent enough not to give vent to them when he saw the boy pa!'s out. Mart then returned to his office to study the latest Wall Street intelligence, and to consider the situation with a view to making a profitable deal. CHAPTER XI. MART GETS ANOTHER TIP AND WINS BIG MONEY. Miss '11rimble came in next d11y about noon, got some of her cards and then went out to solicit trade in her line. Mart had told her that he had inserted a standing ad vertisement for her in one of the Wall Street dailies, and she thanked him for .the interest he took in her. That day Mart bought 2,000 shares ofA. & P. for him self and 100 shares for Will Bradley at 88!. Three clays later, after it had adrnnced to 91i, he sold out, clearing a profit of $6,000. Will gathered in $300 as his Rhare 0 the transaction. "That's as good as six months salary as a Will. I said you'd do better on your own hook than working .for somebody else." "How much did you make?" Mart told him. "It won't take long for you to get rich at that rate," said Will. "The more capital a fellow has the more he can make, provided he's lucky." Just then the carrier came in with a letter for Mart. He opened and read it. It was from a Mr. Opdyke, who wished some informa tion about buying stocks. Ile said he had seen Morton's advertisement in the Wall Street Argus, and had taken the liberty, etc. On the heels of this appeared the red-headed office boy attached to Mr. Douglas's law office. He brought a note stating that the lawyer wanted to see Mart on business. So Mart, having nothing particular on hand, went to 150 Broadway. "Well, Morton," said the lawyer, "I'm going to put a good tl:ting in your way, but you must keep it quiet; do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "I have a friend who is connected with one of the larg est and wealthiest operators in this city. He occasionally tips me off to a sure thing in the market. Now do you think you could arrange with some broker to buy for me 10,000 shares of S. & T on margin? It is quoted at 56. I'll make out a check to your order for $56,000. You

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' MART MORTON'S MONEY. J9 can endo rse and turn it over to the broker through whom afternoon. We may now expect to heat the click of her you make the deal. The commissions will amount to typewriter. That will make our office look more like busi$2,500. Don't you think you could get a thousand out ness." of it?" Just then the ,young lady walked in and "Yes, sir. I'll put the order through my former emgood mornings with them. ployer. Better make the checR: out to him direct, and I'll She looked pretty, and Will was more than even sat iscarry your order to him at once." fied that she was one of the prettiest girls in Wall Street. "Very well. I will do so. Now, Mart, you had better "She ought to "be able to scare up work with that face huy a small block of that stock yourself. Hold it till of hers to keep herself fully employed all the time," he it gets to 70 and then sell out. You will also sell me out thought, as he watched her seat herself at the machine at the same figure without waiting for any order to that ancl begin clicking the keys: effect unless I send you word to sell at a lower figure." Will went to the Exchange and kept his eyes and atten" All right, sir. Write out your order with that direction centered on S. & T. tion attached, and I will attend llt'l it right up to the han-The stout broker, whom he had noticed for four days past buying in the stock whenever he could get it at or 'T'he lawyer handed the order and his check to Mart near the market price, was still hovering around the group and. the young broker took his leave. of brokers whose interests were identified with S. & T. He went direct to Mr. Belford's office. The attention of the traders however was now aroused. The broker was in. by the broker's persistent buying, and those who had shares "I've brought you an order for the purchase of 10,000 of the stock asked a higher price for it. shares of S. & T., Mr. Belford. I suppose you'll allow me It had been going at about 58, but there was none to a rake-off in the commission?" be got under 60. ;V 1 "Certainly, Mart. You shall have an even half." The stout broker disappeared for awhile, and while he "Thank you, sir. Here is the gentleman's check for was away several transactions in S & T. were put thrptgh the margin. Re's a >vealthy Broadway lawyer. The same at 60 and even better. man who gave me that $500 for returning him his pocket-In fact, quite a little excitement was noticeable in"lh'is book that he lost in the Mills Building." part of the floor, and it wasn't so long before 61 was "Very well, Mart, I'll buy the shares right away and and given for 1,000 shares hold them subject to your order." Soon after an effort was made by somebody to break the Mart then went to the broker with whom he had a price, but it failed. business arrangement and bought 4,000 shares of S. & T. Mart was watching the course of on the office at 56 for his personal account. ticker. When he got back to the office he told Will to go out While he was thus employed the door opened and a and buy 200 shares of the s to ck for and to hold gentleman entered the room. it for 70, unless he told him to sell at a different price. He looked around and then remarked that he would "Is this a tip you've got?" asked Bradley, with an incall again, as he wanted to see Mr. Morton. terested look. "Take a seat," said Mart, motioning to a chair; "that's "It's a tip from my friend the Broadway lawyer, but :iy name." it mustn't get a-..yay from you, remember." "But you're not Mr. Morton, stock broker," said the "Oh, I won't say a word," said Will, putting on his caller. hat and going out. "Well, I was under the impression that I am that per. As both boys had nearly all their money up they watched son," smiled Mart; "but if you can show that I am not, the ticker with a great deal of interest and perhaps not a of course--" little anxiety "But you are only a boy!" replied the surprised visitor, They knew that the best-arranged deal is subject to "I won't attempt to deny that fact, for an:vbody can the uncertainties of the Street, an d that one who specu see that I haven t sprouted a mustache yet. What can I do lates in stocks, even with inside information, can never for you, sir?" be cocksure that something may not happen to upset all "I am not sure that you can do anything for me. So calculations. y ou are a stock broker, my young friend. You are q'l1ite a doubt Wall is the of y oung to be in the business. How ever, I am glac1 to know lll the world, and for that reason its votanes are you, Mr. Morton. M y name is Swift. I am a bro ker, also, / leg10n. with a n office on this floor. I hop e we ;;hall know one S. & T. hung fire around 56 for two whole days, keepanothe r better. I merel y called to see if you ham any ing the young broker and his companion in a fever heat ;;hares of S. & T." of impatience and anxiety, and then it began to go up, From the way he asked the questio n it was evident a little at a time. that he did not expect that Mart had any "For a good thing, as you call it, S. & T. is slower "I have a few,'' replied l\fart. than molasses,'' said Will, on the fifth morning. "Have you?" said the broker in some rnrprise. "What "I don't care how slow it is as long as it's headed in the do you want for them?" right dfr ect ion,'' replied Mart. "We haven't a11ything so "Well, I am afraid I want more than you ll giYe." important on our hands that we can't ail'orcl to wait. B y "How much is that?" the way, Mi ss Trimble got her fir st job of work yeste rday "Seventy."

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20 MART :i\10RTO.N'l::5 .MO.i: .IH. "You are certainly putting a modest price on them. The stock is ruling now at about 60." "I beg your pardon, it's gone up to 61. That's the last quotation on the ticker a moment ago." "Well, 61, then; but that's a long way shy of the :figure you mentioned." "That's right, but I've an idea it will reach 70 in a day or two, and that's why I mean to hold the shares at tJ:iat price." "I'm afraid you'll never get it." "Maybe not. You never can tell what may happen in the market "It is evident, my young friend, that we can't do busi ness. T can't give more than for the stock as the market stands." "Well, sir, there is no harm clone. I am glad to have made your acquaintance. If I can do anything fur you hereafter, drop in and I will be glad to serve you." "Thank you," replied the broker, rising. "Call in and see me some time. l\fy office is at "the end of the corridor." "I will. Good-day." When Mart looked at the ticker again, S. & T. had a salp recorded at 62. It was np to 64 when Will came in and said that it looked as if the boom was on in the stock. "I've been watching the stock ever since I went to the Exchange," he said, "and it looks to me as if it is scarce. Within the last h?ur the brokers have been trying to buy it, but only a few shares have been marked up." "It's gone up five points since the Exchange opened, which means tha\ you'Ye made $1,000 so far to-day and I twenty times as much. I guess you're not sorry that you gave up the messenger service." "You can bet I'm not." S. & T. closed that day at 67 and opened next morning at 67l By noon it had reached 70 and then Mart and Will both ordered their holdings disposed of. First, however, Mart went over to Mr. Eelford's office and told him to close out Mr. Douglas's block of 10,000 shares. "Sell it in small lots so as not to disturb the market." "I will do so, Mart," said the broker, writing a note to his representative on the :floor of the Exchange. When settlements were made on the following day, Mart added something over $52,000 to his capital, while Will was $2,500 richer, their respective capitals standing now at $76,000 and $3,700. 1n addition to the above, Mr. Belford sent Mart a check for $1,250, half of his commission on the Douglas deal. CHAPTER XII. AN INNOCENT VICTIM. SiA weeks passed away after the deal in S. & rr., the profits of which had added so materially to lhe size of each of lhe bovs' capital, and midsummer had come around. Although business in general was slack in the Street, Miss Trimble had so much work on hand fua.t she had to hire another young Ia.dy, a handsome blonde girl of nine teen, to help her get it out. not worked three days in the office before she decided t h at the young broker was a good thing to capture, if possibl e and she began to practice her fascinating arts upon him. She had :figured out tha t the good-looking young man was a :fine catch, and she had a business eye to the future Being a very handsome girl, with chic ways, and an excel lent dresser, she had considerable advantage over Miss Trimble, and she knew how to make the best use of her good points. Having laid herself out to win Ma .rt Morton, and check mate Annie 'I'rimble, whom she discovered stood high in the young broker's good graces, she was not over scrupulous as to the means she employed io achieve her object. Sh<:: was thoroughly wide-awake and "up to snuff," as the. expression i and she soon found out that the office was often left in Annie Trimble's charge. On several of these occasions Annie left her alone, in the office while she went out fo take notes at some office in the building. One morning Mart went out, leaving the safe open. Soon after he had gone a broker came in and offered Miss Trimble a $20 bill in payment for certain work she had done for him. There was $7 change coming to him, but when the girl looked in her purse she found she did not have any money. "I'm afraid I can't change this, Mr. Harlow," she said. "It d0Sn't matter. You can bring me the change any time to-day," he replied. As he was turning away Annie noticed the open sa-fe, arrid knowing that Mart was accustomed to keep a small amount of money on hand all the time to meet current ex penses, she thought she would take the liberty of changing the bill ancl telling Mart afterward about it. "Wait a moment," she said. "Maybe I can get the money in the safe." She tripped over to the cash drawer and looked into it. There were some bills and some loose silver in it. She decided to take $7 and leave her $20 bill. Miss Fair had taken in the whole transaction, as she did everything that happened in the office, and she was jealou s that Miss Trimble should bve such a pull in the office that she could go to the office safe in the absence of the boss and help herself to money. So when Annie returned to her desk, Miss Fair, who for her own purposes acted very sweetly and confidentially toward Miss Trimble, remarked : "Mr. Morton must have great confidence in you to permit you to go to the safe for money whenever you want." "Oh, tha.t's the first time I ever did it/' replied Anni e with a nervous litLlc laugh. "l snppose I ought not to have taken the liberty, but I am sure Mr. Morton won't care, for he's an awful nice young man, and has veen very generous towa .rd me. At any rate, I left tha $20 bill in the box as security for the $7." "It will be all right, of course," replied Miss Fair, sweetly. "I suppose you admire Mr. Morton very much." "What do you mean?" asked Annie, with a rosy blu s h which did not escape the attention of the other girl. "T mean you like Mr. Morton, that is, in a general way," replied Miss Fair, diplomatirally. "Of course I like him. Any one would. He's a perfect Iler blonde assistant, whose name was Fanny Fair, had gentleman."

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.MART MORTON'S M ONEY. : : l =====-============================-::...:------"He seem:; lo think a grcal deal of you," smiled her as :;itita11 t. "..'. o rnore than he would of any young lady with whom he wa;; b1oughl into daily assoui<:tion, ., replied Annie, blushing again. "Oh, yes he does," purred Miss Fair. "I'm not blind. I am sure tha.t he thinks you are lhe nicest girl he ever met. His friend, Mr. Bradley, as good as admitted that fact to me yesterday." "What nonsense!" exclaimed Annie, her face growing scarlet. "No nonsense at all, dear," said Miss Fair, in a caressing tone that she knew how to u s e with great effect on her own sex "I know what I know, and I congratulate you on the impression y ou have produced on him. I wish I was as for tunate." l\Iiss Fair was a past master in the art o.f inviting confi dence and establishing friend l y relatio n s between hersel and other girls. At the same time s he often took an unfair ad vantage of their friendship and confidence when it served her purpose to do so. "I think we had better change the sub j ect," said Miss Trimble, feeling decideclly embarrasoed "Very well," replied i\Iiss Fair, soothing ly, working away indnslriously at the keys of 11er machine, after a covert glance in Annie's direction. She knew how far to go with safety, and when she de tected dang er signals she never disregarded them. Shortly afterward Annie had a call to go to an office on the next floor, a!ld she asked l\Iiss Fair to look afte r the office \.s soon as she was gone l\Iis Fair rushed ove r 1.o the safe, looked in 1.he cash drawer, saw the $20 bill, took it out and returning 1.o her seat, placec1 it in the back of her shoe. She had hardly done so before Will Bradley came in. Will was quite smitten with }fo;s Fair, which fact h ad noL escaped that young lady s alte11lion, an
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22 11IART MORTON'S MONEY. This, together with the consciou.'Jness that she had no 1 He began to feel embarrassed, but presently his strong righi to be at the safe, completely unnerved her for the liking for the girl possession of him. moment. "I assure you that I feel as bad over this unfortunate Realizing that she had unwittingly placed herself in a incident as you do yourself. I can't bear to think that I compromising position with the boy, toward whom she felt a have made you unhappy. I you only knew how much I strong sense of gratitude and perhaps even a warmer feelreally think of you perhaps you would understand. I have ing, she gave him one appealing look and then burst into liked you from the first day I knew you, and your winsome tears ways have only since served to increase that liking. I know That look went straight to Mart's heart, and her tears I have acted like a brute toward you. only defence I did the rest. can make is that some one has been prejudicing my friend, He felt that he couldn't be hard on her, no matter what Will, against you, and be passed the story on to me. I she was guilty of. really didn't believe it, but when I came in and found you He gave Will a sign to get out, which that lad obeyed with standing before the safe, alone in the room, w1th the cash pleasure, for he had no wish to be present at an unpleasant drawer in your hands, well, for the moment I didn't know interview. what to think, and-and I just acted like a fool and frigbt Mart looked at the weeping girl and then laying his hand ened you out of your senses. You will forgive me, won't gently on her arm, said : you?" "I beg }'Our pardon for startling you so, Annie. I "It is for you to forgive me, Mr. Morton," she replied, shoulcl have known better. Please don't cry. I have no looking at him through her tear-rimmed lashes. "I was a doubt you can exp lain matters to my satisfaction. Come very foolish girl to--" l ov1; and sit down." "Don't say another word about that, Annie. You will IIe led the trembling an1l weeping gi rl to a chair beside let me call you Annie, won't you? You might as well his c1csk, ancl clid all h e,could to soothe her. know the truth now as any other time-that I love you very "W'hut must you think of me, ::\Jr. J\Iorton?" she sobbed. dearly. That yon. are the only girl I have ever cared for, 1t
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.MART MORTO:ij'S MONEY. 23 admitte d as much when Marl questioned him out in the corrido r. "Never mind th.ibill now, Annie dearest, I have an idea w here it went." "Wh e r e ?" she asked wonderingly. "I pre f e r not to say as it is only a suspicion." "Bu t y our $7, Mart? I can't return it to-Jay unle s s I get my bill." "Sev e n dollars won't break me, sweetheait," h e s aid, in a joyous tone, slipping hi s arm around her wais t. Gi\e m e a n othe r kiss and then go to lunch." She ki s sed him shyly, and then ran to wash her face, for sh e c onscious that she looked like a perfect fright. Afte r she had gone Mart went to Mr. Harlow's office. Ile s aid that Miss Trimble had mislaid the $20 bill she h ad received from him, and asked him if he could describe i t. "I only kno w it was on the Manhattan National Bank," replied the broker. "And that it was a brand new bill." than!ked him and returned fo his office where he found Will talking to Miss Fair, who had got back. Mart sat at his desk and considered in his mind whether Mi ss Fa.ir had r e ally had the nerve to steal that bill or not. Sh e s aw Annie put it in the safe, and she was alone for a w h i le in the office. Well, if s h e took it sh e's $20 ahead. I mus t get another new bill and give it to Annie, telling h e r that I found it in the sa.fe back of the cash drawer. Tha t will close the incident." Mart got up, put on his hat and to.Jd Will he was going to lunc h. "All right, old man," replied Will. "I'll be here when you ge t back." Miss Fair looked up and cast a sweet look at Morton. 'rhen she opened her handbag and pulled out"her scented handkerchief. Som ething e l s e c ame out with it-a brand new $20 bill, and it fell at Morton's feet. H e it up and glanc e d at it. It btre the na : me o,f the Manhatta n National Bank. "You are careless with y our m o n ey, Mi8s Fair," h e s aiu, bending a sharp look at h e r face, which had flu s hed v ery r eel, as he tender e d her the money. S h e t o ok it and thre w it qui c kl y back into her bag, put-t i n g h e r handkerchief on top of it. 0 Sh e i s the thief," s aid Mart to himself, "but it will be impoEsibl e to prove it. Annie mus t get rid of her at once." Then he walked out of the room. CHAPTER XIV. l\fAR T OUTLIN ES A CORNER IN LOUISVILLE SOUTHERN. Will Bra dley had no idea how the matter had terminated betwcrn Mis s Trimble and Mart. H e w as about satisfied that she was guilty and he won d e r e d what hi s c ompanion would do a.bout it. Wh e n Ma1t left the office hebecame confidential with F anny Fair and told her how he and Morton had c aught M iss TrimMe at the safe when she thought she was alone in t h e place. Miss Fair smiled triumphantly, but pretended to be deepl y grieved over the unhappy incident. She took care, however, to fan Will's suspicions into a flame of indigillltion agains t Miss T rimbl e and she did it most aTtfully, for Bra.d ley wns J i ke p11H y in her hands. Miss Fair w a s ra t he r snr pri;-:ed b n ote that Trimble, on her r e turn, far from a pp e aring u mvncast oYer what had happ e n ed, seeme d to look ha.ppy. Sh e c oulcln t u n d e rstand it ancl the fact clishrrbed her. But she was 11ot prepared for the unpleasant s urprise that awniied h e r n e xt day, which was Saturday. :,\fart had a private talk with Annie before she went home on .E'riday afternoon, and he had told her a few things that opened her eyes. "You must get a new assistant at once, Annie," he had s aiJ, and she agreed with him. Con s equently when she paid Mfas Fair off she told her that she would be obliged to dispense with her services. "What for?" flashed the handsome blonde. "Are you going to give up here?" It occurred to her that Morton had told Miss Trimble to go, and she instantly made up her mind to 11.pply for the privilege herself. "No," replied Annie, coJdly. "But I think I can 5et along without you." 1 Miss Fair was paralyzed. 1 '1 "You have lots of work on hand. You can't do it rsil yomself. You need somebody to help you, and I can do the work a s well a s anybody." "We won't argue the matter, Miss Fair." "I s'pose not," she snappecl. "I think I understand the matt e r. You're j e alous of me. You're afraid I'll take Mr. Morton s eye away from you. It' s a wonder he'd look at y ou at all afte r y ou were caught stealing--" "Stop!" cri e d Annie Trimble indignantly. "You are going too far." 1 "Am I?" repli e d Mis s Fair, s arca s ticall y "You thought I diclr.' t hear all about the matter. Well, I've got my opin ion of somebody s o there!" "And I've g ot my opinion of you," said Mis s Trimble, right from t11e s houlder. ''I s uppose you didn't ta ; ke that $ 2 0 liill tha t I put in the s afe yest erday?" "Me Wh y ihe idea! How dare you accuse me?'' cried th e blon de, flu shing a s red as fire. 1 h a ven t accused you, thou g h a ppearanc e s are aga.inst you." "What app e arances I'cl like to know?" "The bill that was taken from the cas h drawer 1ras a new one on the Manhattan National Bank. A similar bill fell out of your bag yesterday afternoon ancl was picked up and returned to you by Mr. Morton, wl10 _took notice of it. That is all, Miss Fair. I have my suspicions, therefore T prefer not to have you here." Annie was glad to see her go, and she never saw her again. The only one who missed her was Will Bradley, and after Mart had told him a few ihings he felt as fool\sh as a long eared donkey who had kicked a hole in a fence and caught his hind legs in it. After that he had a very different opinion of Annie Trimble, and. took the first oppoitunity to congratulate on having won his chum's heart. 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24 MART MO:ij,TON'S MONEY. about his reputation as a smart and trustworthy young broker. He and Will went into a number of deals that turned out successful, though the pro:flts were small in a way, that is, $2 and $3 per share; in the aggregate they raised Mart's capital to $150,000, and Will's to about $7,000. J\fart was now pretty well known among the brokers, who had ceased to guy him as the "Baby" of Wall Street, be cause he had demonstrated that< he could hold his own witj1 the best of them. Some of the younger element were still disposed to sneer at him owiRg to his steady avoidance of cafes and persistent refusal to indulge in tobacco in any shape. 'l'heir derision, however, did not bother him any, for he had the courage of his convictions, and could not be guye,d into breaking any worthy resolution he had established for his own guidance. Ont: morning about the middle of March Mart walked into Mr. Belford s office. "Glau to see you, Morton," said the broker, cheerfully. "Take a seat. Can I do anything for you to-day?" "No, sir, but maybe I can do something for you." "Well, small favors as well as large ones are thankfully received," replied Mr. J?elford. "What is it? An order you've brought me?" "No, sir. It's a warning." "A warning I don t understand you:" "May I ask if you are at present interested in Lluisville Southerp ?" "Louisville Southern? Why do you ask?" "Because I overheard Ellis Bird and two other brokers of his stamp faljdng in the low er corridor of the Empire Building yesterd'ay afternoon a bout a scheme that has been started to squeeze you in Louisville Southern. Mr. Bird is dead sore on you for something you've done which cut out his anticipated profits on a big deal he and his friends were interested in. Now to get back at you I understand that they've formed a syndicate to do you on L. S. 'Foxy' Bird has managed to bribe your cashier, Austin Rookwood, and has through him learned that you are long on a large num ber of shares of L. S. purchased on a ten-day option in an ticipation of an e arly rise in the price. They aim to corner the balance of the shares, which would give them control of the market. They mean to sell short first and force the price well down, then they'll buy in the stock to cover their short sa les. By that time your option will have expired, and they expect to clean you out." This was indeed startling news for Mr. Belford, who had invested all his avanaLle funds in the Louisville Southern option, and he showed it in his face. "I am heavily interested in Louisville Southern, aJld if the price is forced down insid e of 'he next six days I'll be badly crippled," he said, hoarsely. "I cannot doubt the truth of your statement, Morton because I know you to be thoroughly reliable, and also because the facts you ha .ve mentioned are in, line with the sih\ation. Has Mr. Rook wood really proved false to me and divulged important busi ness secrets?" "It seems so, Mr. Belford, for how else could Ellis Bird learn that y ou had purchased this particular option?" replied Mart. "It must be so. I will discharge him at once," he cried viol('ntly. "Don't do that yet, sir." "\Yhy not? If bhe ra sca l ha s s old me out in one insi.nnc c he will do so in others. Ile will be able to ruin me: "Very tnie, Mr. B e l.ford, but for the present it may be to your a cl vantage to retain him in your office for a few days longer." "I don't see why." "The n I will explain. I have been thintking over your probable dilernma and figuring out what I would do if I were in your place. You are now forewarned of the purposes of the enemy. It is up to you to block their game and, if possible, turn the tables on them. You have one advan tage that they do not know that you are on to them, and to keep them in the dark it would be wise not to discharge your cashier prematurely." "True, I can block thenr by selling the option at the mar ket right away. I'll lose about $75,000, but that will be the extent of my loss. Xt's too bad when 1 expected to clear a quarter o'f a million by that option." "How many shares do you control?" "Thirty thousand." "And the pric e this morning is 42." "Exactly." "The option calls for how much?" "One million, three hundred and twenty thousand doJ lars. I have d e po s ited one-tenth of that, or $132,000, and ha .ve guaranteed the interest for ten days on the balance." "For every point the s tock is below 44 six days from now you will lose $30,000 ?" "Yes." "And it would be out of the question for you to take up the option by paying the remaining nine-tenth.s or the pur chase price of the stock?" "I couldn't do it. I nev e r intended doing it. I expected to dispose of the option at a considerable profit on the last day, for I had good reason to believe that the price would go above 50 by that time." "Well, Mr. Belford, c1o you think that 'Foxy' Bird and his crowd have money enough to secure control of L. S. ?'' "I have little doubt of it." Do "JOU think they'll pick up enough shares to corner the ma.rket ?" "I see no reason why they should not, for 200,000 shares of the stock have b een issnecl, of which 95,000 sha.res have been sol d to the publi c The balance are held by those on the inside, ensuring them control of the road." "Deducting the shares you cont rol Ellis Bird needs to buy the majority of the rema inin g 65,000 shares in order to temporarily corner the si.ock ?" Mr. Belford nodded. "Well, what's ihe matte r with you securing a majority yourself and spoiling Mr. Biru's little game?" "Impossible. I couldn't rai, e the funds." "So I supposed. But that doesn't prevent Mr. Douglas, the Broadway lawyer, with whom I have talked over rn:v plan and myself from securing enough of the out tanding shares to checkmate Mr. 'Foxy' Bird. J\fr, Douglas has agreed to match my $150,000 with a similar sum I have a broker who will act for us. 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MART MORTON'S M ONEY. 25 as they arc delivered we will hypothecate them at Mr. Dougla_s'R bank for ai:; much as we can get on them, and thnl" with our $300,000 capita l we expect to secure 50,000 of the 65,000 shares in sight. l\fr. Bird will have to sell a g-reat deal more than 15,000 Rhares Rhort to make anv impression on _the market. \vr will haYc a broker to keep tah on Mr. Buel. As soon aR h e has l"olcl 15,000 i=:hares nm broker will then l'tcp in and buy every i;;hare above that number he offeri::. When the time comes for the enemy to cover their shor t sales they won't be able to get over lfi,000 sharrs of J;. S. for love nor money. The three of us will contro l 80,000 shares, ancl we can make om own price on the stock. It's my opinion that I sec 'Foxy' Bird's finiFh at last." :'.\Ir. Belford hacl liste ned wii.h interested surprise to :'.\fart 's program. \Yhen the boy had finil"herl the broker sprang to his feet. seized him by the hand ancl Rhook it warmly. "}forton, you're a genius! If you can carry out. your plan a s you have ouLlinecl it, I shall be sa1cd, you and the lawyer will make a fortune, and the Bird crowd will prob ably be driven from the Street." "That's the way 1 have figured iL," saii;l l\Iart, with a chuckle B y their efforts the stock did faH a few points and this brought Morton an<;! the la W.) er face to face with their onl.v real difficulty-the bank requested security for the depreciation in the value oi the sha res they were holding. !\Tr. Dougla s, however had expected this and provided Cor iL b y advancing the funds out 0 his large private for tune. The slight slump also promised to add largely to the ulti mate profits of the Morton-Douglas Syndicate, as Mart called it, for their broker got the largest part of their purchase s at 40, 39 and 38. The Bird crowd could noL force Louisville Southern below 37*, and at that figure they proceeded to cover. They had sold -10,00.0 shares and now several brokers in their interest scurried about to pick up that number of shares. But they met with the surprise of their lives. rrhey had located over +o,ooo shares before they began the deal, and expected to have no trouble in getting them when they were ready. Now they discovered that somebody else had bought up most of tlrnse shares, and it was with the utmost difficu l ty that they got hold of 15,000. CHAPTER XV. "Foxy" Bird and his friends were aghast. CONCLUSION. They had supposed the transaction had been con ducted 1\Iart O'ave \'!Vi'll a $7 000 t 1 hi $150 000 so secretly that not even Mr. Belford was suspected of 0 m m s own kn th' b t l th' share of the c'ontemplatcc1 transaction. so that bP wght :mg mg a l da mg. ffi f M B" cl t participate in the expected fit I\leetmg was hastily ca le at the o ce o r. u o The bioker Mor Lon 1 s .f th cl 1 b consider the situation, which looked extremely serious. tions without' delay addas efa etr 0 tl e hea' eganboperlatThey had dug a pit for the financial undoing of Broker as as as rn s ares were oug 1 B lf a cl h t h t cl t cl b they were depositcrl with the Manhattan National Bank e or an_ t e p1 now t rea ene o cave m an ury as secur ity for additional funds. themselves m the rum. 'If this thing goes through without a hitch that gold Some other interests itppeared to have been at work medal I once spoke about onght to be presented to you simultaneously with themselves. said Will, "for 'Foxy' Bird won't be left with The question was how were they going to extricate themfoot to stand upon." selYes from a bad predicament? "Do you think the brokerR will hold a holiday over the They w e re pledged to deliver .Jo0,000 shares 0 Louisville squelching of Mr. Bird?" laughed Mart. Southern in order to complete their contracts, and they "They ought to. Tt will be the greatest treat the Street only hacl J 5,000 shares. ha s ever harl. The 1ery idea of the 'Baby' of Wall Street, Tt looked aR if somebody had cornered the stock. as arc eallrrl, doing up Ruch a cute trader as Mr. Elli [n that caf'e they would have to sett le at whatever price Birrl, will f11rniRl1 a monlh\; entertainment for the boys. the person who helrl the balance of the shares chose to ask I'll het the magazine sect ion of the Sunday papers ;ill for them gil'r you a r1oulilc page, fully ilh1stratcd. You'll accumuis onl.1 one thing that will f"arn us," said M:r. late a reputation that will give yom business such a boom Bird. "\Ye must call off our scheme against Broker Bel that have to hirr a fine snitc of offices and employ ford and get an ol1tside broker to go to him and buy the a cash ier and a force of clcrk:R to handle the trade, I tell option he holds on those 30,000 shares. The market price Mart, this will be the greatest thing that ever hapto-clay is 38, and at that.f:ignre he stands to los e over $180, penccl to you or any other hnclding trader." 000 to-morrow at three o'clock, wh e n the option expires Mart held no further pcrFonal interviews with Broker We can bid 40, which will save him $60,000. He will Belford, lest Cashier Rookwood might become suspicious be lik e ly to take us up as apparently it will be greatly to of their meaning and tip Mr. Bird off. his interest to do so." :Jr r. Helfor
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2G MART MORTON'S MONEY. ply must have those shares, even if we let Belford out of his hole at a profit," replied Mr. Bird. So Mr. Bird was authorized to use his own judgment in trying to rescue the syndicate from the consequences of their own scheme. More money was called for and chipped in to enable Ellis Bird to buy the shares l\fart Morton, in the meanwhile, had calculated on just such a move on the part of the Bird crowd as soon as they discovered the stock they wanted had been cornered. Accordingly, he warned Mr. Belford not to sell his op tion at any price, as everything depended on the inability of the opposition to meet their engagements. So when a broker called on Mr. Belford and offered to relieve him oE his option at two points above the market, he refused to sell. In accordance with an arrangement between him and Mart, he notified the boy that a broker was in his office bir1ding for the option. Mart immediately instructed his broker at the Exchanae to begin bidding up the price of the stock. 0 This was a safe thing to do, as the Morton-Douglas Syn dicate held about every s hare of stock outside of the 30,000 anchored by the Belford option and the 15,000 held b y the Bird faction, which of course was not for sale. Practically, Mart's broker was at liberty to offer an y figure without fear of any coming to light. These quotations were naturally rising ones, and they attracted attention and caused considerable excitement on the floor, where th e stock was now <>'enerally admitted to have been cornered. "' Bird's broker in Mr. Bel ford's office found himself up against these quotations and he had to meet them and go better. 1.'he Bird faction soon saw how the market was <>'Oing in I.ouisville Southern and each and every one to see his finish. As Mr. Belford would not sell and the figures oU: the tape justified his action, the broker had to report non success to Ell is Bird. The stock cloRcd at 50 that day, and the Bird crowd threw up their hands. They were beaten to a standstill and their only recourse now was to make the best terms they could with the brok ers who had purchased the stock of them. Here another surprise awaited Mr. Bird. He was rc.ferr e d to Mart Morton, the "Baby" Broker of the Street, aR Mr. Bird himself had often slightingly al luded to him. It was a bitter pill, but he had to go to Mart, and the boy WHf' expecting him. "I underRland that you hold the situation on Loui ville Southern?'' mid "Foxy" Bird, as soon as he was seated in the little office. "I do,'' replied Mart. "Ha Ye you come to settle with me? I hold your obligations to the amount of 40,000. Are you prepared to deliver the stock?" "You know well that I can't deliver over 15,000 shares. What will you let me out on the remaining 25,000 for?" "Seventy-five." Mr. Bird jumped to his feet with a bad word. ."There is a lady present, Mr. Bird," r:aid Marl suaYcly. "Do you want to ruin me and my friends?" roared Mr. Bird. "What would you do if the situation was rever sed, Mr. Bird?" asked Mart, coldly. "You've clone the boys up pretty often yourself. Now you've got to take a dose of vour own medicine." "I can't settle at 75. I'll have to notify the Exchange that I'm unable to meet my engagements." "What can you settle for?" "Fifty-five." "Sorry, but I can't accept. I'll let you off for sixty five." "You're an infernal young monkey!" roared Broker Bird. "Thanks, Mr. Bird. You've called me the Wall Street (Baby.' Well, the 'Baby' is a pretty healthy one, don't you think? You've got till three o'clock to see me at 65. If you don't settle you know what will happen." At three o'clock the Bird Syndicate settled at 65. Mr. Bird turned in the 15,000 shares of Louisvill e Sputhern and his certified check for $625,000. Mart sold the stock at 50, which gave him and Mr. Douglas $150,000 more profit. Their entire profit on the corner amounted to three quarters of a million. Mr. Belford also sold his option at 50, clearing $120 ,000 And the next day Austin Rookwood found himself out of a reputation and a job as well, and he got out of th e Street forev er Of course the news of "Foxy" Bird's doing up b y Mart Morton soon got around Wall Street, and Mart held a triumphant levee at his little office. He was the talk of the financial district, and the Sunda y papers gave him two pages, as Will said they would. Naturally that advertisement boomed his business and he had to get larger and finer quarters right away. Annie Trimble became his private stenographer until the day was finally set for theiimarriage, a year later. Mart is now worth a couple of millions, and Will Bradley is also well off. We may conclude by saying that there isn't a bank in Wall Street but would be more than willing to act as repository for MART MORTON'S MONEY. THE END. Read "FAl\IOUS AT FOURTEEN; O.R, THE BOY WHO MADE A GREAT JAl\IE," which will be the next number (105) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and yo-u will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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FAME AND WEEKLY. Fame and Fortune Weekly NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 27, 1907. Terms to Subscribers. Co1>les ..... .................. ............ 0 ne Copy Three Months ................................. 0 ne Copy .Six Months .................................... De P7 Oae Year ..................................... Postage Free. How To SEND MONEY. .05 Cenu .65 $1.25 2.50 4tJ our riak !Mind P. 0. Money Order, Check, or Relliatered Letter; remittances in any other way are at your rlak. We accept Postage Stampe the same as cash. Whea sending silver wrap the coin in a separate piece ot paper to aToid cutting the envelope. W1'ite :vour name and address plainl:v. Acldress letten to Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Sq., New York. 0000 STORIES. Reversing the old provP.rbial order of things, the modern world has a tendency to be more generous to its living prophets than to its dead ones. Few, however, will deny that Signor Marconi has some claims on the future, and it is agree able to find that his inventions are as highly appreciated in his native country as in that to which material considerations have driven him for their development. It appears that the mventor of wireless telegraphy was born at Bologna, and the admiring city fathers ha ve already taken time well by the forelock in marking out the house to future generations by a commemorative tablet, which runs as follows: "Here was born William Marconi, who by means of electric waves first launched human language on space from one hemisphere to the other without the use of wires, to the benefit of humanity and the glory of the Fatherland." The port of Barranquilla, Colombia, has a population of 50,000, is seventeen miles up the Magdalena river from the Atlantic coast, and owes its importance especially to being the terminus of navigation of the Magdalena, the great commer cial artery of Colombia, a river which is navigable for over 600 miles, and carrying on its waters the bulk of the trade of the country. I<'ive river companies have headquarters in Barranquilla, and they operate thirty-six steamboats and forty-three barges, with a total tonnage of 10,689 tons. Steam boats leave port for the interior practically every day. The trip to Bogota, the capital, takes between ten and twenty days, according to the condition of the river and weather. The return trip is made in between six and ten days. Within the past decade a new profession has come into be ing, offspring, like many other new professions in this day and generation, of conditions quite novel and unprecedented in the history of civilization. This new calling is that of the illuminating engineer. Up to the time when giant office buildings, huge apartment-houses and the universal use of gas and electricity for lighting purposes became facts to be reckoned with, says Gas Logic, there would have been abso lutely no place for thfil illuminating engineer. So long as the average man illuminating his house and his office by means of lamps, placed where they best suited his convenience, had daylight for most of his business and cared but little for the artistic effect of his surroundings, a man in his profession would have been reduced to absolute starvation-and this is not a figure of speech; he would have had no income what ever. But with the advent of the office building, the steel frame and the elevator, and the consequent immense increase in the value of space, the economy of light became a problem requiring the nicest judgment and the most thorough knowl e dge. The increased pace of business also made night work more common than it used to be, and people began to realize that unless they had good light for their work there would be large oculists' bills to pay, and more or less unsatisfactory work as well. In short, the question of the economy of light became, figuratively as well as literally, a burning question. The farmers of Kans"as say there are more wolns in the country this season than there have been before for years, and it is no uncommon occurrence to run across a family of half a dozen young coyotes while on a drive through the p!J,sture country. Just now they are certainly making times prosper ous for some of the farmers. The other day one man brought in nineteen wolf scalps, and another, who had dug out four dens of young ones, brought twenty-four scalps, which they turned in to the County Clerk's Office for $1 apiece bounty money. Three-wheeled motor vehicles have a number of advan tages, but it has been found very difficult to introduce them, mainly bec:tuse of the rad!cal departure in the appearance, which suggests an old-fashioned baby coach or a wheelbarrow more than anything else. A very determined effort was made to popularize this style of automobile in this country some time ago, and later, with more success, in England. A fire apparatus built on these lines has recently been putInto serv ice as part of the fire department of Nuremburg, Germany, and is said to be a great success. It is a steam pump, and the same source of power is used in propelling the engine and driving the pump. JOKES AND JESTS. Wabash-How long did it take' you to do that picture? French artist (proudly)-I am ongage upon eet for seex months! Wabash-Just as I thought. You're dead slow over here. Why, I've saw fellers in Chicago turnin' them things out while ye wait! Mrs. Newed-I would like a pound of your best cheese. Grocer-Yes, ma'am. Mrs. Newed (examining it)-Why, this cheese is full of holes! Grocer-Yes, ma'am. That's the way It comes. Mrs. Newed-Well, I don't want any of it. I'm not going to pay for a pound of cheese that contains a halt p.ound of holes. "Bridget, what did you say to Miss Smith when she called?" "I told her you were out this toime for sure, ma'am." Nell-Maude has suddenly discovered that she needs exer cise, so she goes out for a walk every day. Belle-Yes, I heard that she had a lot of new clothes. Husband (in an aside to his wife)-If you can't think of some more anecdotes of our children's smartness, let's go home right away, for they're getting ready to tell us things about their own. Jenny-Here comes Jack auntie, I wish you would come uown and stay in the room. Auntie-Why? Jenny-I'm afraid he's going to propose and I can't trust myself-he looks so poor and handsome. Adsum-What class of literature are you reading, my son? His Son-'Bout a man and woman that got married and were happy ever after. Adsum-Ah, fiction! Her Mamma-You certainly were flirting outrageously with that young man on the bench. Don't you know you're a mar ried woman, and--Mrs. Gay-Yes, but he didn't. "Man proposes and woman disposes," remarked the young man who gets quotations twisted. "Well," replied the beauti ful blonde on the other end of the sofa, "I'm disposed to do my part if some man will do his." Three minutes later she had him landed.

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28 FAME 'AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. TONY OR, THE LUCK OF A WANDERER By Paul Braddon. "Hey! Hi! Hello there! Get off that grass!" "I beg your pardon, sir; I didn't see any path, so I just came across the lawn." "Get out! Get out! No boys allow ed in here." "But I want to see-" "Get out, I say! Do you want me to set the dogs on you? Get out!" "But I want--" "Hey, John! Unchain Tiger! Let Bruno loose! There's a tramp here who won't' get out!" Tony waited to hear nothing further after that, but went scampering over Colonel Ricketts' smoothly shaven lawn as fast as his bare feet could carry him. He did not stop to look behind him either, when he heard the dogs' deep baying, but leaped the fence on the other side of the road, ran down the steep bank, and, crossing the rail road trac ks, descended the rocks and found himself all out of breath on the shores of the majestic Hudson, where at length he paused. "Crusty old curmudgeon!" he muttered. "He might at least have answered my questions and told me where Colonel Ricketts lived. Why in thunder don't he have a fence, if he wants people to keep off his 'mfernal grass?" Whereupon Tony Walton, who had been called a trampand not for the first time, either-sat down upon the rocks and watched the river roll by him, watched the rays of the rising sun flashing upon the rocky wall of the Palisades, which stretched as far as the eye could reach along opposite bank. Watched a big steamboat plowing her way toward New York; watched this and watche<'i. th,_at, and wondered whether he would ever be anything else but a tramp, and whether it would not have been better if he had stayed in Coon's Hollow, where he was born, rather than to come to Gracewood-on-the-Hudson, to be insulted and have dogs set after him like this. And yet no one could blame the portly old master of the elegant mansion on the hill above him. Tony not only look e d like a tramp, but he was a tramp. He had walked all the wa:v from Coon's Hollow. His pants were torn to tatters, his coat, hat, shoes and stockings were gone entirely, and as for his shirt the least said about it the better; for, in plain English, it was very dirty. Yes, Tonj certainly was a t ramp. Now, up at the big house they had been bothered by tramps for several years. They stole the fruit, they trod down the shrubbery. Once they poisoned a big St. Bernard dog which eost $40. Twice they had fired the barn, and they would most assuredlr have broken into the house long ago if a constant watch bad not been k e pt. Thus it happened that Tony. was driven off even before he could make his e rrand known, for a man on the road had told him to go up to the bi.g house and inquire if he wanted to find out where Colonel Ricketts lived. Tony acted upon the suggestion, and this was the result. "Gonfound it all! I don't know what I shall ever do," thought the boy. "Here I am at Gracewood at last, and so med up that I can't take another step. Every one I inquire n' calls me a tramp and tells me to 'git.' I'm awful hungry, t Jo If I could only find Colonel Ricketts and give him the he might at least give me something to eat." He had no ambition to make another attempt just then. He was too utterly worn out for anything but jnst what he did do, which was to crawl in under a big shelving rock, stretch himself out upon the sand and go fast asleep. The sun rose higher and higher; trains thundered by, the tide rose and fell again, coming within a few inches of Tony's feet at its highest, and still the boy slept on and never woke until some time in the afternoon, when he was suddenly aroused l>y hearing a hoarse laugh, which sounded 'llrr:csl i:i. his ears. Tony straightened up and was about to crawl out from his concealment when voices and what they said attracted his at tention. "It's old Ricketts' daughter, Colonel Ricketts!" said one voice. "'The man what loves tramps like the Old Boy does holy water. There's a big piece gone out of my thigh now, what one of his blamed dogs chawed out, an' he sent my pal to jail for two months. What I'm after is revenge!" "Haw! haw! haw!" came the laugh again. "That's pretty good! So you want me to help you get revenge an' run the risk of getting sent up like yer pal? No, I thank you! Who's to pay me for this job of yourn ?" "You fool!" hissed the other voice. "Can't you see through a brick when there's a hole into it? Duffy, the groom, is in wid me on dis. To-night, when de excitement is at. de high est, he'll open de side door an' let us in. Dere's a sideboard as big as a young house covered wid all solid stuff-no plated ware among it. We'll crack de crib an' skip to York. Now, do you ketch on?" "Well, I should smile! Schneider, what's your scheme?" "Simple as rollin' off a log. You remember that there rendrock cartridge what you prigge d from the blasters?" "Well, rather! I've got ther blame thing in me pocket now, an' am expectin' every minute to be blown to Kingdom Come!" "Holy gee, man! yer don't mean ter say yer carry dynamite in yer pocket?" There was a scrambling on the rocks over Tony's head. "Don't you fret. My mind's onto it. I know what I'm er bout." "S'pose you'd happen to set on to it?" "Never you mind. Go on wid yer story." "Well, all ther is to it Duffy's given me ther steer. The Ricketts gal goes ridin' horseback every arternoon an' Duffy h e goes along as groom wid a. big dicer an' livery togs. All you've gotter do is to bang off that cartridge down by ther old slate quarries where the road is cut away. Dat's what'll give ther horse a scare, an' he'll be sure to take the wrong road an' pitch ther gal inter ther quarries, see?" "What! kill her?" "Of course! She's no better dan we be. Dat's my revenge. When dey gets her home, think of the row it'll kick up! Dat's de time Duffy'll open the side door. Ketch on?" "You bet! It's a go if it's halves on the swag." "Course it's halves! rm a honorable man, I want you to understand! "When's de picnic c ome off?" "Right away. Dey're startin' jes' about now. Dere's jes' time for us to git in posish." "Can you depend on Duffy?" "You bet. I could hang Duffy if I chose to talk." "Good enough! Let's go to work." Now c,ame another scrambling on the rocks above Tony the tramp, and the two scoundrels could be heard climbing the bank. Heard and seen too for Tony was peering out at them as they went. "Merciful heavens! What shall I do?" thought the boy "If I look for a policeman I'll never find one, and if I do. I 'll only get arrested. I can't find Colonel Ricketts, and if I did, like as not he'd set the dogs on me before I could speak a word There's only one way for it. If I am going to save that poor girl's life, I must do it myself!" Few boys of his age possessed a more determined will than Tony the tramp. "Can you tell me the way to the old slate quarries, mister" "Eh?" The old farmer, rattling along the Gracewood road in hi rickety buggy put his hand to his ear. "The old slate quarries! Can you tell me the way to get to them?" roared Tony. "Oh!" "Do you know?" "You're right thar, neow. Turn off into the woods-ju"t turn to ther left, foller on to ther clearin' where ther road

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. splits inter two branches. Keep on till yer come to ther guide po s t -then there yer are!" Tony the tramp bounded away. The r e was no time to be lost, if he meant to warn Colonel Ricke tts' d aughte r of the threatening danger. Time had been Jost finding the way to the old slate quarry. A s to r m w a s approaching; the thunder growled and rum bled and the lightning came in fitful flashes, as Tony hurried throug h the woods. "Will I be in time? Will I be in time?" was all he could t hink o f At last h e emerged into the clearing, where the road divided, and the r e was the guide-board just beyond. Just the n the thunder rolled again, and the darkened sky was illuminated by a blinding flash. W ere the two tramps lurking near, awaiting their victim? Tony felt sure of it. It was all-important to get to a point where he could warn Mis s Ric k etts be fore sbe passed their hiding-place, but Tony saw at a glance the difficulty about that. H e did not know which way the girl was coming. Here was the one screw loose in his whole plan. Tony stood looking round in perplexity. Now came another thunder-clap, then the sound of horse's hoofs. Looking b ac k upon the left-hand road Tony caught sight of a young g irl, dre ssed in a stylish riding-habit, mounted upon a spirited chestnut horse, and followed at some distance by a l iverie d groom. "The r e she c omes! Oh! there she comes!" exclaimed Tony. "How shall I ever make her listen to a ragamuffin like me?" Scarce ly had the thought crossed hipi when--Boom! A fearful explosion rent the air. The very ground seemed to tremble. The thunder was not to be compared with that deafening report. Inst a ntly the horse ridden by Miss Ricketts took fright and ca m e dashing madly forward, choosing the right-hand roadthe one that Tony was on. "Whoa, Selim! Whoa, sir!" Tony could hear the girl calling as she struggled to calm the frightened beast. But Selim had taken the bit in his teeth and was dashing on madly. The man Duffy now began shouting, which only confused the girl, and increased the danger all around. "Heavens! She'll be killed, whether this is the broken road or not!" thought Tony. The horse was dashing madly toward him. Tony steppea out into the road, gave his tattered trousers a hitch and made ready for a spring. H e lp! Stop him! Oh, please stop! This road leads to the old s l a t e qu arry! I shall be dashed to pieces!" screamed the girl, who s e fac e had turned deathly white. Tony flung himself upon the frightened animal and seized the bridle. "Jump, Miss! Jump and save yourself!" he called. "Jump while I hold him in!" Was it good advice? Just then a flash of lightning came, and the girl's hat flew off. "Don't do it, Miss Minnie! Don't jump! The slate quarry's on the other road!" shouted the groom. "He lies! There's a plot to kill you!" roared Tony, who could no more stop the horse than a fly, and wa:s being dragge d along. But Minnie Ricketts knew the road too well to be deceived. "Let go boy! Let go!" she cried, as she leaped from Selim's back. Too late came the warning. Poor Tony saw the precipice right ahead with the old slate quarry yawning beneath, and y e t h e could not l e t go! Too late! Ay, twice too late! With a wild snort, the maddened horse took the fatal plunge with Tony dangling to the bridle. "Sure h e s only a tramp!" said Duffy when Minnie Rick&tts' friend, Captain Loker, who most providentially happened to arrive 'on the scene by the other road a moment later, pulled Tony from under Selim's bruised and mangled body. "Sure he's only a tramp, an' what's the odd s?" But Minnie, with blazing eyes, turned upon him. "Tramp or no tramp, the boy saved my life!" she cried. "Captain Loker, I ask you to have him taken to my father's house." "It shall be done!" replied Captain Loker, sternly. But Tony knew nothing of all this. The poor boy had just time lo whisper the details of the plot to Captain Loker when he swooned away, and after that Tony, the tramp, knew no more until--But stay! To attempt to describe the sensations of Tony when he opened his eyes would be quite beyond the powers of our p e n. He was lying upon a downy bed, surrounded by elegan ce, such as he had never known. Bending over him was a grave-looking man-the doctor. Minnie Ricketts stood at the bedside w eE>piug, while on the other side was the tall\ portly gentleman who had driven Tony off the lawn. The poor boy started to rise, almost frightened. "\Vhat is it?' I-I didn't mean to intrude here!" he gasped. "Lie down, my boy," saicl the do c tor, gently pushing him back. The portly gentleman bent over h i m and warmly grasped his hand. "Young man, do you know what you have done?" he askeu, huskily. "Do you know?" "I tried to do my best, sir. I-I didn't know it was going to bring me to your house, or--" "Stop! stop! You have saved my daughter's life! You have saved me from being robbed! You are a noble fellow to do this after I set my dogs on you to drive you away from your own house." "l!"rom my ow.n house?" gasped Tony in amazement. "Exac tly. You are 'I'ony Walton, son of my s ister, Susan, who has be e n missing for years. The l etter found in your pocket told me all about it, and as Duffy has b ee n arrested, and the two tramps, his friends, are also lodged in jail, there is nothing for you to do but to stay here and l e t us nurse you till your broken leg is all right and you are ready to take possession of your estate. Thus said Colonel Ricketts; but there was no answer from Tony, who was entirely unable to understand what it all meant. When his mother died suddenly, at Coon's Hollow, Pennsyl vania, a letter was found among her effects, telling Tony to take another letter which was enclosed and go to Colonel Ricketts, of Gracewood, New York, and present it to him. Now, we are not going to say why Mrs. Walton left her identity and place of residence concealed from her brother. It is not necessary. There are family skeletons hidden away in every ones closet. Let the doors be kept shut. Enough for us to state that Tony's grandfather had died, leaving his daughter, or her heirs, $100,000, in case anything was ever heard of her. Tony was the heir. Tony got the $100,000 in due season. Fortunately for him, his uncle. though rough-spoken, was an honest man. Such was the luck of .Tony, tl1e tramp, and when, a year or two later, this same Tony, no longer a tramp but a most de cidedly "toney" young fellow, asked his cousin Minnie a cer tain question, which had direct reference to housekeeping in the future, the girl simply let her head fall upon his shoulder, and murmured: "What can I say, Tony, when I owe my life to you?" "Well, I know what you ought to say," answered Tony. There was no answer. "I know what you ought to do, Minnie. Still no answer. "You ought to pay the debt as soon as possible,'' persisted Tony. Tony, the tramp, and pretty Minnie Ricketts were marriec'! just one year to a day after that. ..

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