A fight for money, or, From school to Wall Street

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A fight for money, or, From school to Wall Street

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A fight for money, or, From school to Wall Street
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$TORIES OF BOYS w"a MAKE MDN!Y. said Arthur, Taising the corner of the rug and exposing a number of bills, "here is the money ne took." Sol Eccles was furious. He tried to spring at the young messenger, but was prevented by the two clerks.

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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY lNUed Weekl11-B11 Subscription $2.50 per vear. Entered according to A.ct of Congress, in the year Lqo7. in the office of the LibrariM of Congress, IVa.hington, D.
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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. "At once," replied the pro.fessor. ,;, Has anything to my father?" asked Art, with n effort and a frightened look. '' l'm afraid there ba s." "Is h e clead ?" fl.utte red the boy, forning deathly pale. "Not that I am aware of." "Then ho is sick-very sick, I suppo e ?" :r o, th:::t isn't the trouble. It is someth ing more serious than that "How can it be when you say he. is not dead so far a.<; Then followed the details in small type, and it was not pleasant reading for Arthur, for the evidence seemed to show that Frank Gage was an absconder and a thief The boy read every word carefully from first to la st, in the hope that be might fin.cl a silver lining to the dark cloud that overshadowed his father's good n ame, but he was dis appo i nted Vlhile the paper did not brand his father absolutely as a in so many words, the implication was there in cold type, just the same you know?" "Uy clear boy, there death Several detectives were hunting for the missing man, and are some things worse even than incidentally the missing funds, and it was hoped that both 1would be found within a short time l'i orse t han death said the l ad. I do not know what you mell;Il," When Art ':finished the story he crushed the paper in his "It is best that you should know the truth now, here in my study, than l earn it on the train from the public prinL, as you could scarce l y fail to clo." Art, with a bewildered look on his face, sta red helplessly at Dr. Mallet band, dropping it on the floor, and he was leaving the dos tor's study in a d azed way, when the principal ca ll ed him back and told him that be had forgotten to take the money that was to carry him to New York. Mechanically he pocketed it, bade the doctor good-by, and slowly left the study. "Your father has suddenly disappeared," went on the He went directly to his own room and began to pack his doctor. trunk. "Suddenly disappeared "Yes, and the newspapers say that h alf a million dollars in cash disappeared at the same time from the vaults of the trust company of which be is the cashier No one but the president of the company and your father knew the combination of the big stee l safe, an.cl none but they had access to the vault. Under these circumstances your father's unexplainable absence, together with the equally une xplain able sbor iage of the funds, bas given rise to a st ron g sus picion that, I regret to have to tell you, your father tOok the money and fled to pa:rts unknown with it." "lUy father a thief!" fl.ashed Art. "Neve r. I'll not btr lieve it." "For your sake, as well as his own, I hope he is not." "Has the president of the trus t company accused him of faking the money?" said Art, indignantly. "Here i s a New York pa. per with the particulars as far as the press has been able to get at the facts. You had better read it for yourself It will tell you all I know about the matter myself After you have read the story you had better go to your room and pack your trunk. Here is money sufftcient to defray your expenses home I have anangecl for you to have your supper in the refectory a.t five o'clock At half-past five your trnnk will be sent to the station. The next train for New York will stop here at 5 :50. I am sorry to have you l eave us, Arthur, for you are one of our .best students; but I am more than sorry that you leave lmder such discouraging conditions. Perhaps the mystery o.f your father's disappe a ranqe, as well as that of the money may be cleared up satisfactorily, and I sincere l y hope it may. In that event I shall expect to see you back again." Arthur rose from the chair like one in a dream, walked unsteadily toward the window, and opened the newspaper On t h e :first page, in staring big headlines, he read: "The Atlas Trust Co. in trouble. Its cashier, Frank Gage, half a million of money mysteriously missing. President Mallison optimistic but reticent. The news cre ates considerable excitement in Wall Street, but the sol vency of the company is not generally questioned." He hardly seemed to what he was doing, for he was stunned by the blow which had fallen on him and his mother like a bolt 011t of a clear sky. His brain was in a whirl. This was the first jolt he had ever experienced, and for that reason he could not understand its real meaning to him and his future The sunny side of life had suddenly become overcast. with black, threatening clouds, and in the lowering distance came the low mutterings of thunder that presages the com ing storm .that is about to sweep across the darkened land scape. At last he had his trunk and suitcase packed and strapped, and then he stood gazing down at them as if won dering why he had put himself to so much trouble The la s t rays of the declining spring s un were shi ning in at the window, and as they rested softly on the vacant shelf from which he bad removed hi familiar school books, he caught his breath with a dry sob. He was a\vaking at last to the misery of his situation, just as the unconscious patient, removed from the operating table to his bed, comes back to life and the realization that he is a bundle o.f tortured nerves. Ile could hear the distant shouts of the boys on the ball field, and every shout cut through his brain like a knife Ho wa going away from dear old Berkeley, where he had fondly hoped to graduate with honor-going away, l ike a thief in the night, probably never to return. Could it be true that this was a cold, hard fact and not some hideous nightmare? He was leaving 'YJ,thout saying good-by to Bob, his chum, or the rest of the lads with whom he was so popular. What would they think of him when they learned the tmth? That his father was a-no, no, it was a lie! A base, cruel lie! The father he loved and respecte d an absconder and a thief! lmpossible.

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. Though all the world said so in trumpet tones, he would not believe it. And while he stood there like a graven image of misery a knock came at the door and then one of the servants looked in and told him that his irnpper was ready in the refectory. Slowly he descended the stairs and went to the eating hall. 'Whether he ate much or little he never remembered, but he had a fleeting vision through one of the windows of his trunk in a light wagon on its way to the station. Half an hour later he was seated in the train on his way to New York. CHAPTER II wild vaulting of the car as it leaped down the embankment to destruction. He was bruised and lacerated, but not seriously injured. Arthur was a plucky boy, endowed with a remarkable degree of self-possession, and never gave up anything as long as there was a chance of holding on. This faculty had stood him in good stead in many a stub born fight for athletic supremacy among his fellow students, and earned for him the enviable title of captain of the school. Finding that he was not killed, or even badly injured, he crawled out from beneath the wreck that overwhelmed him A scene terrible beyond the powers (}f description met his bewildered gaze. The car in which he had been riding had been literally wrenched in pieces, and the passengers were partially buried THE RAILROAD DISASTER. beneath the fragments. The car iri which Arthur sat was not very crowded, and Men and women were frantically trying to disengage so he had a double seat to himself. themselves from the wreck. As the train speeded southward he reclined against the Some were weeping, some moaning, while others lay mo-corner of the seat, with his elbow on the window ledge, hi,; tionless and silent. chin supported by the palm of his hand, and his eyes fixed His own personal misfortune had vanished from his mind in an absent kind of way on the fleeting landsca pe. in the presence of this terrible calamity. Life seemed to have lost all attraction for him at that Like the brave young fellow he was, his first consideramoment, and his face showed that he was not happy. tion, after he had assured himself that he was comparatively He was. a :fine-looking boy, and this fact, as well as his uninjured, was for those who were his fellow passengers on melancholy expression, attracted the attention of a very this race to ruin and death. pretty girl who occupied the opposite seat. Looking around him, his gaze lighted on a female form Of course, she did not stare at him; but she cast occa-pinned underneath a twisted car seat. sional and furtive glances at him, wondering what was the The sight aroused all his energies, and he felt that cause of his dejection. strength which :fired his muscles on the gridiron when the She was in charge of an elderly, dignified gentleman who Berkeley Academy eleven were battling for victory against looked enough like her to be taken for her father. the strong junior team of an adjacent university He occupied the seat beside her until shortly after the With desperate eagerness he seized the wrecked seat and train pulled out of the town where Arthur had boarded the wrenched it aside, revealing the lovely young girl whose last car, and then went forward to the smoking-car to enjoy a conscious look, though he knew it not, had been on his face cigar. when the accident occurred. The girl, left to herself, leaned back in her own corner The boy bent down and tenderly raised her inanimate and seemed to take more interest than ever in the attractive form in his arms. boy across the aisle. Her eyes were closed and her pale cheek was stained with There did not seem to be much chance that she would blood. ever learn' the identity of the boy who engrossed so much "My gracious!" he ejacula.ted. "ls she dead?" of her attention, aJ;J.d yet strange things happen in this She seemed scarcely alive as she lay like a limp bundle world in the most unexpected manner. in his embrace. Twilight was settling down upon the landsca pe, and the If she breathed it was so faint that he did not notice it. lights in the car were being lit by a brakeman. He bore her in his arms to a spot near the river bank, The train had a long run to the next stopping place, ru1d away from the scattered fragments of the train, and laid the engineer had added an extra burst of speed to make up her gently down. some minutes he had lost on his trip. Then he endeavored by all means in his power t'o coa.'\: No one aboard especially remarked this, as the roadbed back the spark of.life that seemed to tremble in the balance. was solid and the ca.rs slipped along as smooth as silk. In the hollow of his two palms he dipped water from the Suddenly, without the least warning, as the train wa3 stream and dash e d it repeatedly in her beautiful face, which rounding a sharp curve on a :fifteen-foot embanlanent, a intereste d him more than the countenance of any girl he terrific shock staggered the last tliree cars, in the forwa1d had ever seen in his life before. one of which the young peop1e were riding. He wiped the spots of blood from her cheek, chafed her Before any one could even utter a cry of terror, he three temples, and exerted himself to the best of his lmowledge cars in question left the track and were hurled down the in her behalf. embankment, where they were piled up in shapeless wrecks The task seemed hopeless, and he was about to abandon in the twinkling of an eye, and human beings, full of life it in despair, when an almost imperceptible sigh escaped and hope a moment before, were suddenly ushered into her half-parted lips, and caused him to eagerly renew eternity, or maimed and mangled for life. exertions Arthur was stunned by the shock, and made giddy by the Encouraged by the success which was rewarding his ef-

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A FIGHT FOR : MONEY. ==================--=-==========--------forts, he continued to bathe her face and rub her temples till the lovely stranger opened her eyes. Her gaze rested on the face of the boy who had last bee n in her thoughts, and she looked wonderingly up into his eyes. For a moment or two she did not stir, nor remove her eyes f:rom his face, then as consciousness reasserted itself, she struggled to raise herself, and cast a bewildered glance around her. "What has happened?" she ga8ped, :finally.1 "An accident has happened to the triin," replied Arthur. "An accident!" she repeated in a dazed way. "My father! Where is he?" "Your father!" ejaculated the boy. "Yes, yes," she breathed in some excitement, as the fear ful nature of the catastrophe dawned upon her mind. "I do not know your father, miss. There was no man under the seat near you." "He was not with me in the car when the terrible shock came. He was in the sm01king-car in the front part o f the train If he is dead I want to die myself!" Her distress in her weak condition alarmed the boy, and he hastened to try and. reassure her. "A great many of the passengers have esca. ped unin jured," he said, in a hope:Ful tone, though as a matter of fact he did not know. how many had been so fortunate, for the darkness, broken only by flickering li ghts here and there, prevented him from gauging the actual extent of the ca lamity "Your father may now be looking for you." "Do you think so?" she asked, with pathetic eagerness. "Certainly, I do." "You have been very good to me," she said, earnestly. "Did you bring me here?" "Yes; I took you out from under a broken seat in the ca.r. You must have been sitting near me on the opposite side." "I was," she replied, faintly. "You are hurt yourself," she added, grasping him by the arm. "There is blood on your forehead." "It's nothing," replied Art, carelessly, for he had not paid any attention to the cuts on his head in the excitement of the occasion. "Are you sure?'' she asked, earnestly. "Don't worry about me. Think about yourself. How do you feel now?" "Not very good. I feel dreadfully weak, and my right ann pains me very much." Arthur saw that it lay limply by her side and it struck: him that it might be broken. He knew that. she ought to have the services of a physi cian, but there was no chance of that at present, until the intelligence of the disaster had rfached the adjacent town and a corps of doctors sent forwrud to the relief of the wounded. At that moment he discovered the engine and the for ward part of the train backing down the railroad. Then he under stood that only the three rear cars had been precipitated over the embankment; the accident having been caused by the breaking of an axle on the cru in which he and the girl had been riding. He knew then that all the passengers in the smoker, and the coach immediately behind it, had escaped the disaster. Uc hastened to impart tllC joyful tiuing s to the girl. "Your father i s surely saie," he said, eagerly "The smoking-car was not thrown from the track." "Thank Heav1en !" murmured the girl, tlevoutly. She closed her eyes with a sigh, and fainted from pain and wealmess. Arthur was much concerned over her condition, and he renewed his good offices to bring her to her senses again. He soon succeeded, much to his relief. "If I dared leave you for a few minutes I'd try to find your father," he said. "Do, ah, do!" she cried, earnestly. "I want him. I feel so bad." "Then I will. What is your name ?'1 "Bessie Warwick. Tell me yours that I may let my; father know how kind and good you have treated me." "Arthur Gage." She smiled faintly and looked at him. with eyes that shone with gratitude. Then he hastened away to find her father. The uninjured passengers were now rushing to the aid of those who had been caught in the wreck, and among the rest was John Warwick, who was a New York broker. He saw at a glance that the car where he left his daughter was now a shapeless ruin, lighted up in places with flicker ing flames, where the gas jet s had ignited the woodwork. He was frantic at the thought that his only and beloved child might be at that moment dead or dying somewhere in the wreck. Indeed, all the chances were in favor of such a thing, for it did not seem as if one soul could have escaped alive from that pru-ticula.r car. Down the side of the embankment he rushed with the others and made a dash for the shapelesi:i car just as Arthur approached from the river side. Shaping his hands like a funnel, Art shouted "Warwick" repeatedly. At length the agonized broker heard his name and looked around. "Warwick l roared Art a,gain. "Here, here," cried the gent leman, and he rushed a.round the end of the wreck. "My daughter," he ejaculated. "Do you know anything about her? Speak, for Heaven's sake I" "Yes, sir. Come with me; I'll ta:ke you to her." "She is hurt?" said the father, feverishly. "I'm sorry to say that she is." "Badly? Don't tell me she is dying!" "I think not, sir. I fear her arm is broken. Perhaps that is the worst." "Heaven grant sol" said Mr. Warwick, earnestly. "Here she is, sir," said Art, leading him to the recum bent girl. "My Bessie! My darling girl l" cried t11e broker, drop ping on his knees beside his child. "Tell me that you a.re not seriously "injured!" "I dqn't know, father," replied the girl, placing her left arm around his neck and kissing him. "My right arm is numb and pains me dreadfully." "I'm afraid it is broken," said her father. "I trust that is the extent of your injury. There is a slight cut on your head, but it seems unimportant." "You must thank that boy, father. He carried me 'from

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. I the car w hile I was unconscious and brought me here. Then he bath e d 'my face and revived me. He has been very, very goo d to me. '11hank him. His name is A1thur Gage." "Young man," s aid the brO'ker, in a voice that trembled with grate ful emohon, "I am under the gre atest of obli gation s to you. I thank you from my heart for what you did for my poor Bessie. Here is my card. I live in New York and have an office in Wall Street'. You must call and see me in a day or two. Promise me that you will, for I must know you better. I cannot let the services you have r e ndered my child pass without some substantial token of my gratitude." "I think I will go now and see if I can be of help else where. Your daughter does not need me any longer, now that you are with her. I am glad I was able to render her the little service I did. Good-by, Miss Warwick." "You will come back, won't you?" she said, almost plead ingly. "I haven't thanked you myself yet, and I want to do s o as soon as I feel able to." "It isn't necessary for you to thank me," replied Art. "Your father has just done that." "But you will come back. I want-to see you again." "All right," replied the boy. "I will come back as soon as my sel'Vices are of no further use to the others." "Thank you," she replied, languidly, and he walked quickly away. CHAPTER III. DEAD TO THE WORLD. While the wounded, maimed and the dead were being rapidly removed from the pile of ruin s the conductor of the train sent the uninjured s ection ahead to the town of Hud son, a mile below, for doctors and such other assistance as the occasion demanded. Arthur worked like a beaver with the passengers and train hands who had not been hurt, and the e x perience he went through was never wholly effaced from his mind. When there was nothing further for him to do, he re turned to the spot where he had left Bes s ie Warwick and her father. The girl was faint from the pain of her arm, and moaned repeatedly. Art looked ,at her with sympathetic eyes, though she was a hundredfold better off than many he had helped carry from the wreck. "I am sati sfied that she has sustained no more serious in jury than a brok e n arm," said Mr. Warwick. "Though tha.t is bad enough, of course; but it isn t as serious as if she had received internal injuries." Arthur remained with father and daughter until the cars came back with a bunch of doctors hastily gathered by the railroad officials at Hudson. One of these was secured to attend to Bessie Warwick. He announced that the girl had a compound fracture of the arm, and h e pro c eeded to repair the injury tempo rarily as well as he could. She faint e d lmder the operation, buifwas easily revived after it was finished. A wrecking crew had also been brought to the scene, and the m e n were. hustling to a small section of the track that had been torn apart. By the time the wounded bad been placed aboard a spe cial car sent for the purpose, and the dead laid out in the baggage car, the track was in good order again, and the train following, that ha.cl been held up at a signal station, was allowed to pl'oceed. .Before it reached the scene of the accident the dead arnl tles perately wounded were landed at Hudson, and the rest of the passengers, incluwng Mr. Wmwick, his daughter and Arthur Gage, were on their way to New York. The final editions of the evening papers contained a rough account of the railroad disaster, and the friends and relatives of many of the passengers were at the depot mak ing anxious inquiries as to their fate. Art parted with his new and very grateful friends at the Grand Central Depot, and hiring a cab drove straight to his home. When Arthur reached home he found his mother anx iously awaiting him. She was in deep trop.ble over the disappearance of her hu s band, and about tile report that half a million of the trust company's funds had vanished with him. Of course she did not for a moment believe that her hus band had taken the money. She was sa.ti fied that he was not that kind of man. She thought it was cruel of the newspapers to hint that a trusted employee of his standing with the company' was guilty of the crime of theft. She felt that her husband must have met with foul pla.y, and she grieved to think that some terrible fate might have overtaken him. The fact that she knew detectives were searching for him was a satisfaction to her, notwithstanding that their quest bore an ugly look to the public a.t large. She had sent for her son because she wanted him by her s ide in h e r trouble, and Art was glad to be on hand to comfort her in every way he could. Next morning he went down to the Atlas Trust Co. to make inquiries on his own hook, though the morning papers had said tliat there were no new developments in the case. A run had been started on the company as soon as the news of their large cash loss became public, but this was met so promptly, together with ass urances that the surplus of the company amply protected the depositors, which fact was demonstrated by the latest report of the company to the State banking department, and verified by the bank examiner, that it soon stopped and business went on as before. David Mallison, president of the trust company, receiveu Arthur in his office. To the boy's inquiries he was non committal, but his manner was not reassuring. A shrewd observer would have decided that he believed his cashier guilty, and that was the impression in Wall Street. After leaving the trust company Art made a call at J ohu Warwick's office, and found the broker on hand. Mr. Warwick was very glad to see him, and to his in quiries as to Miss Bessie's condition he was informed that she was getting on as well as could be expected. The broker handed him his home address, saying that his daughter would be quite delighted to see him if he could ma:ke it convenient to call on her.

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' A FIGHT FOR MONEY. Art promised to do so, for he was greatly interested in I-"I presume your father never showed any indication of a improving the chance to know the fajr girl better. temporary aberration o. the mind," said the broker. Mr. Warwick then asked him if he could be of any serv"I never knew that he did." ice to him. "I should be glad of an opportunity to testify my appre ciation of your services to my daughter," he said. "I can not, of course, think of offering you pay for what you did, since my whole fortune if? as nothin$ beside my child's life, and any sum I might offer you would be small in comprui on to the worth of your kind.Bess. But if I can in any way advance your interests I will gladly do so, either now or in the future, if I live. Perhaps you would not object to telling me something about yourself that I may become better acquainted with you." "Well, sir, at the present moment I, as well as my mother, am in great trouble.'' "Indeed! I am sorry to hea1 that. If I can help you out--" "No, sir; you can do nothing. You must have already read in the newspapers that Frank Gage, cashier of the Atlas Trust Co., is missing." "I saw the story i:n yesterday afternoon's paper, which I purchased on the train. Is he a relative of yours?" "He is my father." Mr. Warwick was surprised. He knew nothing about the matter except what J:i.e had read in the newspapers, out on their showing he received the impres&ion that the missing cashier was guilty of em bezzlement The guilt or innocence oi Frank Gage had not especially interested him, as he did not know the man, but it was dif ferent now that he was under such obligations to the unfor tunate cashier's son. He hastened to sympathize with the boy, a.Ild to assure him that the mystery would probably be soon cleared up and his father found. "I hope so, Mr. Warwick. But I think it a shame to have the integrity of my father questioned. He is missing, it is true, but there is not a bit of proof to show that be took a dollar of the company's money. His fifteen years' service as cashier ought to count for something against such a sus picion. Is it reasonable to suppose that he would sacrifice his reputation, bis position where he made a good sala.ry, and his family for the mere possession of half a million dollars, with the almost certain chance of arrest in a short time?" "It certainly does not look reasonable for a ma.n in his right mind to do such a thing," admitted the broker "Some men, however, wiU take all those chances in order to get the means to speculate in the stock market on some tip they have acquired. If the tip turns up results, they return the money they temporarily misa ppropriated and no one is ever the wiser that they took a desperate risk to advance their :financial standing. On the other hand, if the tip fails them, flight is their only hope to escape the penalties they have incurred." "My father never speculated, a.t least, not to my, or mother's, knowledge." "That should be a matter of great satisfaction for you at this trying time." "It i-a. "People haive been known to drop out of sight in a most singular manner, even as your father did, and then, after a lapse of years, turn up again, without the least recollec tion of what happened to them, or where they have been, during the interval. To all intents and purposes a certain number of yea.rs dropped out of their lives, of the doings o. which they have no record. Many s1fh cases have been noted in the public press." "Do you think such a thing happened to my father?" asked Art, eagerly. "It would be impossible for me to say without knowing whether there was any hereditary tendency in your father that might lead to such a thing." "I remember reading one case of the kind you mention, Mr. Warwick, but I thought it must be a newspaper yarn, for I could not see how a man could lose his usual personal ity completely, and become somebody else entirely, without giving evidence of mental incapacity to those with whom he was brought into contact." "Nevertheless, such has been the fact. The instances are well authenticated. I have not beru:d any very satisfac tory reasons advanced even by brain specialists to account for it." Much more was said on the subject before Arthur finally took his leave of the broker, after promising to call and see bis daughter within a day or two. The boy also had a very serious talk with his mother on the same subject when he returned home, but Mrs. Gage did not favor such a supposition in connection with her hus band. If he failed to be found within a reasonable time it would only confirm her belief that he was the -victim of foul play, and she would mourn him as dead The daily press constantly printed accounts, she said, of bodies found either in the river, or in out-of-the way places -bodies that were never satisfactorily identified, and were in due time buried in Potter's Field. She believed that most of these men had been murdered for the property, often inconsiderable, that they carried on their pe.rsons. 1 And you think father might have met with such a fate?" asked Art. "I dread to think of it, my son," she replied, putting her handkerchief to her eyes; "but how else run I to account for your father's strange disappearance?" After that conversation the days passed away without any clue to Frank Gage's whereabouts being discovered by the detectives. His description had been telegraphed to the police de partment of every important city in the country, as well as cabled to London, and the other large European centers, but without result. The newspapers had dropped further reference to the matter, consigning the story to their literary "graveyards," there to await re'-irrection when the supposed embezzler was, if ever, captured. Arthur visited the Morgue at intervals in order to ee whether his mother's theory might be verified, but also with out result.

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. Tbe effacement of Frank Gage as a citizen of world seemed to be complete. He had vanished, 1as many a ship has done on the ocean highway, leaving not the faintest record anywhere to give the slightest hint as to his fate. Mrs. Gage found on investigating her resources tha.t she would have to retrench her expenses, and so she and Arthur went to live at a modest boarding house, and her son found that his school days seemed to be at a permanent end. He would have to go to work in order to prevent him self from becoming a source of expense to his mother. In the meantime he calle,d several times on Bessie War wick at her home. The more the young people saw of each other the more they were mutually attracted. Bessie was sure Arthur Gage was the nicest and most gentlemanly young fellow she had ever met; while the boy was equally certain that Miss Warwick was the pffi'fection of feminine loveliness. On one of these visits Art told Bessie that the reducetl circumstance s of his mother made it necessary for him to go to work, and that he intended to look for a position right away. "My father will get you one," she said "I will speak to him myself to-night about it, and you can call at his office in the morning about ten and he will have a talk with you on the subject 'l know he is very anxious to do something for you, and this will give him the opportunity." "Thank you, Miss Bessie. You are very good to take such an interest in my affairs," replied Atthur, gratefully. "Can I ever take too much interest in you when I con sider what I owe you? I feel a great pleasure in being able to make some slight return for your goodness to me on that dreadful night, of which my poo r arm is a constant re mind er It will be some time yet before I shall be able to use it, and every time I look at it I think of you." Arthur felt a thrill of pleasure to think tha t he should be so often in the thoughts of so lovely a little girl, and he said as much to her, which brought a rosy blush to her cheeks. "I hope you won't desert me when you get to work," she said, laughingly, as he arose to go. "I shall expect you to call on me one evening a week, if you will. Remember I am always at home to you." "Thank you, Miss Bessie. I shall not fail to take ad vantage of your permission. Shall we make it Wednesday evening?" That will suit me. And," with another blush, "I think you might drop the Miss and call me just Bessie." "I will if you will drop the Mr. Gage, which sounds odd to Die, and call me Art or Arthur." She flashed a bewitching glance at him and said she would. Then he went home feeling happier than he had been since he left Berkeley Academy. CHAPTER IV. ARTHUR GAGE GOES TO WORK IN WALL STREET. Next morning Arthur called on Mr Wimvick at his office. The broker was expecting him, for Bessie l1ac1 mentioned to himttha.t Arthm was on the loo' kout for a situation, and she asked her father to get him a place. "I will give him a position in my office," Mr. Warwick said "My messenger has given me notice of his intention to leave at the end of the week, and he shall have tl;e place. After that I will advance him as fast as circumstances warrant." So when Art. appeared at the office the broker offered him the post of messenger. Our hero gratefully accepted the place and was told he could begin at once by acquainting himself with the duties of the position. The broker introduced him to the retiring messenger, who was instructed to talre Arthur around with him on his errands, and give him all the points necessary to enable him to start out in good shape on the succeeding Monday. The present messenger's name was Tom Bradley, and the two boys were soon on excellent terms. Tom's first errand took him to the Mills Building, and the boys went out together. On their way tliere Tom met another messenger, a chum of his named Bob Pickering, and he introduced Art to him. "This is my successor, Bob," he said. "I hope you two will be good friends." "I guess we will," replied Bob, who liked Art's style and appearance. "At any rate, it won't be my fault if we aren't." "Nor mine," said Arthur, who had taken an. instant liking to Pickering. "Where do you live?" asked Bob. Art told him. "I live in Harlem, too, and not s uch a great way from you," replied Bob. "Just from school?" "Yes. I have been attending Berkeley Academy, up the State, but had to leave owing to circumstances over which I had no control." "Was it a military academy?" "No. It was a select school where boys are for college." "'l'hen you expected to go to college?" "Yes. My father intended to send me to Princeton." Bob guessed tha.t the circum sta nces over which Art said he had no control meant his father's death, but he did not feel as if he ought to ask his new friend whether it was so not. "And now, instead of going to college, you're going to work in Wall Street?" he said. "Yes," answered Arthur. "Well, you'll lea.rn a great deal more wisdom and horse sense in the financial district tha,n you'd ever pick up at college," said Bob. "College is all right for dudes who have rich fathers to place them in fat berths when they graduate, but for chaps who have to depend on themselve.5 it is four years wasted in my opinion. By the time you reach the age that you would have graduated from Prince ton you will be well along on the road to a practical busi ness educa.tion That's better than all the Latin and Greek, and other frills, they teach you a t college ." "I don't altogether agree with you, Pickering," replied Art. "There is more in a college echication than you seem to think. 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. A FIGHT FOR MONEY. Lhcm, but in i.he solid groundwork you secure on which to build your success in life "Pooh!". said" Bob. "The woods are full of college grad u ates, and so are the city parks. Some fellows may make a success of it, but lots, after passing through the regular course, can't earn their salt." "They probably wouldn't be able to earn it anyway. It's wha t's in a fellow that counts, but a good eaucation helps to bring it out." "Is that so? Well, some of our smartest men never had much education, let alone a coUege one Perhaps you think they'd have been smarter if they'd had one." "Oh, choke off, Bob! We can't hold a debating seance on Bro ad Street in business hours. Come on, Gage. You can h ave it out with Pick ering some other time." Bob grinned and started off along his route, while Tom and Art hastened toward the Mills Building. Art accompanied Tom Bradley on all his errands for the ha.la.nee of the week, and Tom made him wise to the in s and outs of the messenger business, so tha.t when the latter bade good -by to the office on Saturday nuon Art felt quite competent to take up his duties and carry them out right up to the handle. Mr Warwick carried on quite a larg e business in stocks and bonds. He had ha.1 a dozen clerks, ID.eluding a chief book keeper and cashie r. He se ldom went to the Stock Exchange himself, one of his clerks, a smooth ly-sha ven man of about thirty, with a saturnine expression, named Sol Eccles, attending to the buying and selling of stocks on the floor for him. Art li ked everybody in the office but Eccles. Somehow or another he distrusted this man. He couldn't hav e exp lain ed why, but he did, jus t the same First im pressions went a great way with him, and his first impression of Eccles was not favorable Appa rently Eccles took a sim ilar dislike to the new mes senger When Art carried messages to him at the Exchange he would snatch them from the boy's hand, and nine times out of ten favor him with an unplea cant look. In the office he treated Art su perciliously, and often rou gh ly, which only served to widen the breach between them. None of the clerks, for that matte r were especial l y good friends of Eccles. They didn't fancy him mu c h but were used to his manner as to pay very li ttle attention to him About the only one outside Mr. W that Eccles took his hat off to, as it were, was the new stenographer, Miss Elsie Richards, who had only been working in the office for three weeks. He was particularly gracious to her, and everybody no tic e d it. Art had been about ten clays in the office when coming to work one morning he saw Miss Richards tripping clown Wall Street ahead of him. Just as she was about to cro s Nassau Street an auto mobile rolled down into Wall so close to the girl that s:he sprang back with a little ery of affright. In doing s o she hurt her ankle and f ell to the walk. Art sprang to her n.i d and assi:ted her on her feet. "Oh, thank you, Arlhur," she said, gratefully. "I'm so g l ad you were nea.r to help me I'm afraid I have hurt my ank l e." "That's too bad, Miss Richards," said Art, sympathetic ally "Allow me to assist you to the office." She attempted to walk, but gave a cry of pain and would have fallen again only that the young messenger supported her with hi s strong arm. "What shal l I do?" Elsie asked, tearf ully. "You must get to the office at once," replied Art. "You have evi dently sprained your ankle, and it must be seen to at once before it swells up." "But I can't walk." "I'll fix that." Art whistled to a cabman across the street. The man drove up. "This young lady has injured her foot I want you to ca rry her half-way down the block to the Burling Build ing." Art opened the door of the cab, assisted Elsie in and t .ook his seat beside her. The eab rattl ed down to the building. Art sprang out, handed the driver a quarter for his trouble, and taking the girl in his arms carried her to the eleva tor, which quickly carried her to the next floor, where the office was. Then he caiTied her inside. Putting her down in her chair, in her den: he said that a cold water bandage must be immediately applied to h e r ankle. "That's the way we did at our sc hool when we sprained our ankles I'll call in Miss Hazen from next door, if she has arrived, to do it for you, and you'll be all right in a little while Art found Miss Hazen in her office just ta.king off her hat. He tald her wha t was wanted and chased her into Mr. Warwick's office to carry out his directions. As Miss Richards had a little room in a comer all to her self, this "firs.t a.id to the injured" could be carried out satisfactorily and promptly without any trouble and with out attracting any notice. After Miss Hazen had fixed her up, and promised to return in an hour to r enew the application, as per Art's orders, Art went into Miss Richards' room and told her he would inform Mr. Warwick a.bout her injury, so that he would not expect her to come to the private office to take c'.ictatio n that mornin g "You'll be all right by noon Nothing like taking such things in time. It saves a whole lot of trouble. If your ank l e had been allowed to swell you'd have had to be taken home in a carriage and might have been laid up for severa l days." "You've been very kind, indeed, Arthur, and I thank you very much," replied the stenographer, gratefully "That's all right," answered Art, in his breezy way. "Glad to be of service to you or anybody else when I can. I'll take the cover o.ff your machine for you. Now, you can start in with your work. I'll drop in and help you out in any way I can." I Art told the clerks that Miss Richards had sprained her

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. ===============================================-=-================= ankle and they mustn't expect her to bring them any work she did for tham. "You inust go in and get it yourself, understand?" They understood When the broker reached the office Art told him abou. t the stenographer's temporary disablement, so Mr Warwick., when ready to dictate his letters, went into the girl's den and did it there. Miss Hazen did not forget to look after her patient that morning, anJ after making a third cold water application reported to Art that she guessed Miss R:i'cha1ds was about all right. As a matter of fact, Elsie walked out of her den about one o'clock to all appearances cured, and she told Miss Hazen, when that young lady looked in a little later, that she owed her prompt reco very to Arthur's energetic ef forts on her behalf Miss Hazen agreed with her, and added that she thought the young messenger was the nicest boy in the building. Perhaps Elsie thought so, too, but she didn't say so. She thanked Art again before he left the office for the day, end after that they were on very excellent terms. C HAPTERV. THE WELLS, FARGO & CO. EXPRESS PACKAGE. "Hello, doctor," said Bob Pickering next day when he met Art in the corridor, for Bob worked in the same office with Miss Hazen. "What do you mean by doctor?" asked Gage. "Didn't you treat your stenographer yesterday for a sprained ankle?" "I gave directions to Miss how to fix her up "Well, that's medical advice, isn't it?" "In a small way, yes. It's a treatment we used at the academy and everybody knows it's the quickest and best thing to do Uder the circumstances." "How much do you charge a visit?" grinned Bob. "Oh, go on I What's the use of kidding me?" "Nothing like jollying a chap once in awhile. How are you getting on with Eccles?" "Not very well. He and I don't pull very well "I'm not surprised. It was the same way with Tom Bradley. He had several scraps with him. The trouble with Eccles is that he thinks too much of himself." "I'm not worrying about Mr. Eccles. I like the rest of the bunch all right." "Oh, they are nice chaps. I guess you're pretty solid with Miss Richards now." "Yes, we're good friends How are you and Miss Hazen?" "We pull like a house afire, but we have our little scraps just the same." "How is that? She looks to me to be pretty even pered." "So she is; but you see she's got a mash on the next floor and I tease the life out of her about him, and that gets.her mad." "I should think it would. How would you like it your self?" "I haven't got a girl, and don't want one. By the way, I got a. letter this morning from Torn. He's getting along fine in his new job. I'll show it to you when I meet you after three. Now I must be getting on." Soon after Art returned to his chair in the wait ing room Eccles returned from the Exchange and went in to see Mr Warwick. After he came out of t h e pri vate office h e made a bee line for the stenographer's den. A moment later Mr. Warwick rang for Art. "Take ibis paper to Miss Richards, Arthur T ell her to make a manifold copy and bring it in to me," said the broker "Yes, sir," rep l ied the boy, starting for the coun ti n g room. When he opened the door of Miss Richards' little room he found Sol Eccles standing alongside of the gir l talking in his most fascinating way He was evident ly' not making much of an impressio n o n the girl, who seemed to be embanassed by his presence He glowered at Art because of the interruption. "What do you want in here?" he snarled. "I came on business," replied the young messenger curtly "Well, attend to your business and get out "I intend to, Mr. Eccles. This is a rush job, Miss Ri c h ards Mr Warwick is waiting for it. "I'll do it right away," she replied "I'm afraid, M r Eccles, I'll have to .ask you to leave, as I'm very busy "Oh, you don't want to get rid o.f me," l aughed "It isn't often that I get the chance to enjoy a littl e of your society." "Won t you please go? I can't work w h i l e you are in here," insisted the gir l. Art understood the situation and opened the door. "What did you do that for?" demanded Eccles, seeing that Art did not leave the little room himself 1 "So you could walk out," replied the boy, coolly. "Just mincl your own business, you little whippersnap per," retorted Eccles, in a furious tone. "Miss Richards asked you to go, and I should think you'd take the hint," replied Art, who saw that the sten ographer wanted to get rid of the clerk. Eccles turned on Art l ike a wild animal and slapped him in the face The next moment he got a smash in the jaw that sent him staggering out of the door. Then Art shut the door in his face Eccles tore it open and shook his fist at the boy. "I'll have you discha.rged for that," he roaJed, in a rage "I'll report your conduct to Mr. Warwick. He' ll put you out, or I'll go myself "All right, report" me," replied 4rt. "You can't ride rough-shod over me even if you are one of the o l dest anc1 most important clerks in the office." "I'll fix you, you infernal young monkey," replied Eccles, starting for the private office madder than a whole nest of disturbed hornets "I'm sorry that you have got into troub l e on my account," said E l sie, with a concerned look. "Pooh! The man was annoying you, wasn't be?" "Yes. I don't like him to come in here "That's what I thought. It struck me that I'd help you to get rid of him."

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A FIGHT FOR "You're very kind, Arthur, but I don t want to be the of getting you into trouble," she said, earnestly. "Don't you worry. EccJes isn't the whole thing here He can't hurt me any." "I hope not." In the meantime Eccles rushed into the private office and demanded Art's discharge on the ground of impertinence, and for strik ing him in the face. Mr. Warwick was rather and told his cle r k he'd look into the matter. "Well, if he doesn't go, I will," replied Eccles, angri ly, as he left the room. When Art brought the manifold copy of the paper to him the broker asked him what was the troub le between him and Eccles. "Did you strike him in the face?" "I did, after he slapped me on the cheek. The trouble with him 11' he's too fresh with .J1iss Ilichards. When I went into her room with that paper he was talking to her. She asked him in my presence to lea, e, as she was busy, and so I opened the door for him. He got mad at that ancl turned on me Miss Richards will tell you about it if you ask her." "Very well, Arthur; that is all," replied the broker, who later on questioned the girl about the trouble, and she told. him the tnith. Art had ha.rdly taken his seat outside again before the door opened and in walked Miss Bessie Warwick. He jumped up and said he was awfu lly glad to see her in vV all Street. "I thought I'd call and see how you are getting on, Arthur." "Thanks. I'm getting on famously. Just had a scrap with one of the head clerks," he said, laughingly. "What about, you bad boy?" "About the stenographer. Ile was annoying her. She ask ed him to leave her den, and he didn't seerri to want to do so, so I chipped in and suggested that he fade away. That got his mad up and he tried to make things liv ely for me, but I think I made them more lively for him. Then he reported me to your father." "Which clerk was it?" asked Bessie. "J\Ir. Sol Eccles." "I don't like him. He attends to the business at the Exchange, I believe." "He's the only person in the office that I haven't been able to get on with, and there isn't much likelihood that we ever will be on better terms." "The young lady is papa's new stenographer, isn't she?" "Yes." "Is she pretty ?" "Rather, but she's not in it with you, Bessie." "You ridi culous boy!" exclaimed J\Ii" s Warwick, with a plea s .eel smile and a blush. "Is papa in?" "Yes. Shall I announce you?" "Oh, no. I'll just run in and surprise him." And she did When she came out after a few mi]futes, Art saw her to the elevator ancl bade her good-by. Business was kind of slack tha.t week, and Eccles was not as bu y as usual at the Exchange. That was one reason he had found the time to hang around the stenographer's room that morning After making his complaint against Art he went back to his post. Soon after the boy returned fr9m his lunch a Wells, Fargo & Co. expressman came in and left a small and valu able package for Mr. Warwick. It contained a sum of money from an o u t-of-town cu& tomer. Art signed for it and took it into the private room The broker hacl gone to his own lunch, so Art laid the package on his desk. Shortly afterward the cashier called him over and a keel him to go into the private room and 'get a certain financial pamphlet from a pile that stood on l\fr Warwick's private safe. Art entered the. room, and noting that the book he wanted was on top of tli.e pile, reached for' it. Instead of grasp ing it he only succeeded in knocking it off, and it fell b eh inq the safe. "If that wouldn't make you ma.cl!" muttered the young messenger. "I wonder if I'll be able to fish it out?" There was a two-foot ruler on top of the broker's de k. Art go t it, and kneeling down in the shadow of the safe, began prodding for the pamphlet While he was thus employed the door opened and Eccle;; walked into the room. Art saw him, but he didn't notice the young messenger. He was about to go out again when he observed the Wells, Fargo & Co. package. He picked it up, noted the value marked in the corner, and stood a moment in an irresolute way. Then ho went and cloSBd the partly-open door, took a knife from his pocket, deftly slit open the end of the pack age and extracted a pile of bills. He quickly folded a piece of newspaper that he took from his pocket and in ser ted it in the place of the. bills. Then he pa sted the encl of the package up again with mucilage. He placed the money in his pocket and started to leave the room. He pa.used with his hand on the door, came back, and, lifting the end of the rug, placed the money under it. After that he walkecl out of the room. Art saw the whole performance, and was durnfounded CHAPTER VI. TIIE EXTINGUISHMENT OF SOL ECCLES. "Well, if that doesn't beat creation I'm a Dutchman exclaimed Art, as he recovered from his surprise "I never thought Sol Eccles was as bad as that. That is about the nerviest bit of robbery I ever heard tell of. I wo (:)r why he hid the mQney under the rug? I should think he'd have carried it off in his pocket He started to do it, and then for some rea son reconsidered the matter. He's a bird I guess Mr. Warwick will have a fit when I tell him what Eccles c1id." Art recommenced poking for the book and finally pulled it out from behind the safe. He took it out and handed it to the cashier He saw Eccles talking to one of the clerks.

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A FIGHT F O R MONEY 11 "Here," said the cashier to Ari, "go out and get me a box of these pens The boy took the money and hurried off to a near -by sta tioner's. When he got back the cashier was n ot at his d esk, nor was Eccles in sight. The door of the private office was partly open and he heard voices in somewhat excited conversation i n there The cashier came to the door and called him inside. Mr Warwick was af his desk with the opened Wells, Fargo & Co. packet lying before him on the desk. "Arthur," asked the broker, "did you receive this pack age from the expressman and p u t it on my desk?" "Yes, sir." "When? "About three quarte r s of an h our ag o." "Was it in perfect shape w h en y ou s i gned for it?" "Yes, sir "Were you in the waiting room from that time until Mr Gray sent you on an errand to the stationer's?" "Yes, sir, except for a few minutes when I came in here to get a pamphlet off the safe that Mr Gray sent me for "I suppose nobody was in this room, to you r knowledge, but yourself." "Mr. Eccles was in here." I ? Not much, I wasn't," said Ecc les, unb l ushing ly. "You weren't, eh?" r eplied Ari. "We ll I saw you in here, just the same." "What's that?" snarled Eccles "How dare you l ie to Mr Warwick?" "I am not lying," replied the boy, stoutly "You're the one that's doing the lying "You young villain!" roared Eccles, making a menacing move toward the young messenger. "How dare you talk to me that way?" "You'll hear something worse than that in a moment or two," replied Art. "Tut, tut!" interposed the broker, impatiently. "You say you saw Mr. Eccles in this room while I was o ut?" "Yes, sir "But Mr. Eccles says he was not in here "I can't help what he says, sir I saw him as p l ainly as I see you." The br.9ker looked puzzled, the cashier and another clerk l ooked astonished, while Eccles himself looked flushed anu angry. "Mr. Warwick," ejaculated Eccles, "that boy is a born liar. It must have been him who tampered with that pack age, stole the money, and is now trying to throw s u spicion on me." "Mr. Warwick," said .Art, "I saw Mr Eccles ta:ke that express package off your desk, cut it open, take out a bunch of money and substitute a sheet of newspaper that he took from his pocket. Then he pasted the end up with mucilage and put it back on your desk Now you know what kind of trusted employee Mr Eccles is." With a howl of rage Eccles made a dash at Art, but the cashier and clerk seized him by the arms and held him back. Arthur's bold accusation startled and astonished the broker, just as it amazed the other two men. "This is a very serious statement ;ou are making," sa i d Mr. Warwick, gravely. "I know it, sir, and it is true.'r "Where were you at the time?" "Behind the safe." "What were you doing there?" "TI"ying to fish out the pamphlet that Mr Gray asked. me to bring him. It had fallen between the safe and the. wall." "What have you to say to this, Eccles?" asked the broker "I say it's a barefaced lie. If you imagine I took that money you are at liberty to search me," replied the clerk. "You wouldn't find the money on him, sir. I saw him hide it in this room.'' "Then you know where it is?" said the broker, with a.n aiT of relief "Yes, sir See," said Arthur, raising the corner of the rug and exposing a number of bills, "here is the money he took." Sol Eccles was furious He tried to spring at the young messenger, but was pre vented by the two clerks. Art collected the money and handed it to Mr. Warwick, who counted it and found that the amount tallied wi.th the sum the package ought to have contained Then he took up the piece of newspaper which Eccles had substituted for the bills and looked it carefully over "Mr. Eccles," he said, "Arthur accuses you of putting this paper into the package in place of the money which he you took out Did you ever see that piece of pa per before?" "Certainly not. I don't know anything about it. That boy has trumped up that story for the purpose of getting me in trouble. \Vhat he accuses me of doing he did him self Is it reasonable to suppose that, if I had taken the money, I would place it under that rug? I think my word, considering the l ength of time I have been in this office, ought to be betteT than his.'' "If you didn't see this paper before, or !mow nothiug about it, how does it happen that it bears your name and your address?" Eccles was staggered. But he soon recovered himself. "He wrote that himself as part of his scheme to put me in a hole," he said. The brdker asked his cashier several questions about Eccles, but nothing that Mr Gray said incriminated t h e clerk. "Do you know Mr. Eccles' house address, .Arthur ? "No, sir. I haven'il the least idea where he lives." "Very well. Gentlemen," he said, turning to the othe rs, "you can go And you can go, too, Mr. Eccles." Left alone with Arthur, the broker questioned h i m very closely about the express package, and was ;finally satisfi ed that Eccles was guilty of the abstraction of the money, and that his purpose in hiding it was not to have it about hi s person during office hours, from prudent motives. Of course there could be only one course for him to pur sue toward h:ls trusted clerk, and that was to discharge him, so he summoned Eccles before him, and after a sharp talk told him that he would have to dispense with his services

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. "Then you accept that boy's word in preference to !IIline ? gritted Eccles. "I am compelled to, as his story is clear and straight forwa rd, while your actions and denials are not those of a square man. Get ,your week's wages from the cashier ancl go." "You will regret this treatment of me some day, Mr. Warwick," said Eccles, darkly. "Do you mean that as a threat, Ecqlesr" demanded the broker, sharply "You can take it in any sense you choose," replied the man, recklessly. "You ought to be glad that I have not caused your a.r rest for lo oting the package." "Indeed," sneered Eccles. "I think you would find it a hard matter to prove that I had anything to do with it. My denial is as good as that boy's story, which is a tissue of falsehoods from beginning to end." "That will do, Eccles. You can go." The clerk loo ked daggers at the broker and then left the room. As soon as he reached the waiting room he walked up to Arthur and shook his fist in his face. "I'm going to make you pay dearly for this, you young villain," he hissed, vindictively. "I've lost my position in this office through you, and I meaR to make you sweat :for it." "Thanks," replied Art. "I'm not afraid of you "Aren't you? We'll see about that. I have just learned who you are You're the s on of Frank Gage the man who embezzled half a million from the Atlas Trus t Co. and fled with it. Mr. Warwick is welcome to such a messenger as you-the son of a thief!" "You're a liar and a cur!" cried Art, springing at Eccles and striking him to the floor. "If you don't take that word back I'll break every bone in your body!" In a moment the office was in a state of confusion. The cashier rushed out of the counting room and grabbed the excited boy, while Mr. Warwick came to his door to ru; certain the cause of the racket. Eccles got on his feet in a towering rage, and attempted to strike Art, but one of the clerks interpo sed betw een them. The broker wanted an explanation of the row, and Arthur gave it to him. "You deserved all you got, Eccles, for insulting the boy. lt has never been proved that his fathe r took one cent of the trust company's fund s and you had no right to apply such an epithet to his name. I clo not need anything more to convince me that I have been greatly deceived in your characte r. Get your money from M:r. Gray and leave my office at once." Eccles got his week's wages and departed with a scowl on his countenance CHAPTER VII. ARTHUR'S FIRST WINNING IN THE STOCK MARKET 'The departure of Sol Eccles was not attended by any evidence of regret on the part of the other employees o.f Mr. Warwick. :Thliss Richards was especially pleased to be relieved of his attentions, which bad been displeasing to her. Art was glad he was gone, because he was the only inharmonious element in the office. What Eccles meant to do to him in the way of revenge he couldn't say, and he did not care. He was confident he was abundantly able to take care of himself. Gradually, as the days merged into weeks, and the weeks into months, he forgot all about Eccles. That individual did not seek to connect himself with another Wall Street firm, or, if he did, he failed to catch on, for he was not in the district agam after his departure from Mr. Warwick's office. Art grew more and mo re interested in Wall Street affairs and methods as time slipped by, and he decided that even tually he meant to become a broker himself. It was s money-making business, and money was what Art, like everybody else, was looking for. He called regularly once a week on Bessie Warwick, and was a very welcome visitor at her home. His mother also became quite friendly with Mrs. War wick, and occasionally they were both invited to an informal dinner or reception. One evening when Art called on B essie he began to talk glowingly about thl!l chances that Wall Street offered a shrewd and prudent operator to make a fortune. "I've saved something over $100, Bessie, so far, and I'm going to try my luck at the first chance, just to see how I will come out. I've made a whole lot of imaginary deals on paper. Had they been real ones I'd be worth about $100,000 now." "What a funny boy you are, Arthur," laughed Bessie. "Why, papa says that the stock market is the greatest game of chance in existence. He says it is almost as bad as the old lotteries. In fact, he doesn't know anything more risky, unless it is betting on horse races." "Well, your father ought to kno w all about it. He's been in the business long enough to discover all the tricks of the trade; but the fact that he's grown wealthy out of it backs up my statement that there is plenty of money to be ma.de in Wall Street." "Papa doesn't specu late much. He l ets his customers do that." "Of course. If people didn't speculate 0the brokers wouldn't make much in the way of commissions, because it is only those who have pl enty' of money who can afford to buy and hold shares of stocks as an investment. Most of the commissions are made in the margin transactions, which is a short road to wealth or the poor house However, as I said before, I think if a person studies themarket well, buying stocks only when they are down, and selling when they go up, he ought to make good money." "But papa says the market is continually :fluctuating. That an outsider hardly knows where he is at from one day to anothe1." "That's true enough if you go recklessly into speculation. Most people do not study the situation before they plunge in. They see in the papers that a certajn stock is rising and they buy, expecting to sell when it gets higher. It's a pure gamble with them. Just as if I tossed a coin in the air and you were to bet that it would come down either heads or tails. 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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. 13 it is bound to turn up either a h ead or a tail, and you know it will. It requires no study to figure that' fact out. I have discovered, however that the stock market is foll of all lrinds of surprises for the speculator, even when he works on a system, and when all indications point to cutting a melon, he is liable to be handed a lemon "If you have lear:ned all this, and it quite agrees with papa's ideas, what makes you think that you could make money where so many other people fail?" "Well, I couldn't exact ly tell yo'! why I think so, but I do. I often run across pointers, which I have followed up on paper, and had I invested money on the strength of them I should have won out Now, for instance, I h ear d to-da,y that there is a combination forming to boom 0. & D. s tock. I couldn't swear as to the truth of it, but I got the infor mation from what I consider a reliable source. Ever s ince I've been thinking whether I hadn't b ette r invest my hun dred odd on margin and see how I will come out." "I wouldn't if I were you," repli ed Bessie, s hakin g' her head. "One hundred dollars in a savings bank is worth several hundred in the bushes." "Well, suppose we see how the thing turns outl just for fun?" "What do you mean?" "I mean this: C. & D. is selling at 46 to-day Get me a piece of paper and I'll put it down." Bessie brought him a sheet of note paper and he wrote the thing down with the date "Now, every morning look at the stock report in the paper. Look for 0. & D. and see whether it goes up or down in the next week or ten days. Just imagine that you have bought 1,000 shares at 46, and put up $4,600 in margin. Every time the price advances or falls a point cons id er your s elf in or out $1,000 If 0 & D. is quoted as low as 42 any morning you can figure that you are next door to being wiped out of your $4,600, and that if your deal was a real one you'd have to put up more margin or the chances are your name would be Tim Flynn. If, on the contrary, 0. & D. is quoted as high as 56, you may cons id e r yours elf $10,000 winner, less commissions and other expenses, of course, which might amount to $300." "That will be fun," said Bessie, catc hing on to the idea. "I'll do it. It will be like playing a new game." When Art called on Bessie on the following Wedne s day evening, a week hence, he asked h er with sparkling eyes how 0. & D. was. "It's gone up," she said "Wait till I get the paper. I've put down the price every day I know it's over 50 now." She ra.n off to get the paper, and presently returned with it to show him. "It's 58 3-8." "Yes. That's what it closed at last night, but it opened 58 7 -8 this morning, and I sold the 20 shares I bought for 61 1-4." "Did you really buy 20 shares?" she a sked, in surprise. "I did I bought them last Thursday morning at 46. After talking with you on the s ubj ect the night before I finally decided to take the risk. Well, the risk has turned me in $300 in profits." "Gracious!" she exclaimed, d e li g htedly. "You were lucky." "My pointer turned out all right, didn't it?" "It did, indeed. I must tell papa how fortunate you were "Not on your life, Bessie! Don't say a word to him about it. "Why not?" she asked, in surp rise. "He might not lik e it. There is a kind of unwritten law in Wall Street that employees a re not to speculate in the market. I don't want your father to know that I broke it. I don't suppose he'd call me down about it, but he might possibly hand me out a mild lecture on the subject, and sd it's just as well that he didn't know anything about it. So you won't say anything on the sub j ect, will you?" "Of course not, if you don't wish me to." "That's right. I'm $300 ahead of the game and I've brought you a two-pound box of bon-bons for you to help me celebrate the event." "Aren't you good!" cried Bessie, when h e produced the ca.ndy, for she had a sweet tooth, like ah girls. "The next time I win there'll be more bon-bons for you," grinned Art. "Then I wish you'd win every week," laughed Bessie. "I'd soon be a millionaire 'if I did that." "I suppose you hope to be one some day, don't you?" "Sure, I do Let's have some music. Got any :ew songs?" "I got two new ones to-day." "I want to h ear them." "I haven't practiced them yet "Then practice them now. We'll both practice them. I suppose the people next door won't mind!" "Why, the idea! Just as if they would, or could h96.r us," said Bessie, going over to the fine upright piano. "Is that the latest s ong ?" "One of the l atest, I believe," she replied, beginning to play the opening bars. "I know another that I'm going to buy you. "What is the name of it?" He told h er "That's a comic song, I suppose I'll let you sing th & t when you bring it." Bessie sang the new song very sweetly, and Art joined in the chorus after she s ang it once so that he got the hang of it. After that they sang another song They sang half a dozen more s ongs together, when foe clock chimed ten and Art remarked that it was time for him to go. CHAPTER VIII. ARTHUR PICKS UP AN ACCIDENTAL TIP AND PUTS IT TO GOOD USE. It might have been a week l ater that Art carried a note to the office of one of the big operators in Wall Street. He found the gentleman in the private office of his reg ular broker. Art handed him the note, which the operator read and then scribbled a reply on a pad and hand ed it to him. As the boy was walking out o.f the room he heard t h e gentleman say to hi s broker:

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14 A FIGHT FOR MONEY. "You can go on the floo:r now and buy every share that is offer e d "Any limit as to price?" asked the broker "Follow the market till I tell you to stop." "All right," answered the trader. "I'll get over to the Exchange at once." Whe n Art got outside he began to consider the meaning of that brief conversation he had overheard. "I'll bet Mr. Bagley is trying to some stock," he thought. "He's always up to some game of that kind. That's the way he makes bis millions, and I've heard that he's worth a barrel of money. I'd give something to know what particular stock he's going to boom now. If I could :find out I'd be able to make another haulin the market. Ah, I know how I might get on to it. I'll keep my eye out for Mr Pars ons, 'his broker, the next time I'm sent to the Exchange, which may be as soon as I return to the office, and see.what stock he is buying. Whatever stock he's tak i ng in will probably be the one that Mr. Bagley is after. Then all I'll have to do will be to back that stock 1mtil it goes up like C. & D. did. It makes all the difference in the world with a deal." It happened that Art was' sent to the Stock Exchange soon after he got back, and while waiting at the railin g for Mr Warwick's representative on the floor to show up, he l ooked around among the crowd of brokers for Mr. Parson s There were so many bunches of traders, however, that he couldn t make out the man he was after at all. and so after delivering his note he left the Exchange much disappointed. He had another note to deliver at Exchange Place. As he was passing the main entrance to the Exchange two well known traders came out together. "What do you suppose Parsons is buying L. & M. for?" asked one. "Search me," replied the other. "Maybe for some syndi cate that's going to boom it, or maybe only for some of his customers." "He seems to be taking in all he can--" That was all Art heard, but it answered his purpose. He knew the Parsons referred to must be Mr. Bagley's broker, for there was only one trader of that name in the Street. If Parsons was buying largely of L. & M., as the brief conversation of the two brokers indicated, then L. & M. was the stock that Bagley was interested in. "I guess it's L. & M., all right," mused Art. "I must look it up wheri I get back to the office." He did, and found that it was going around 40. He considered the matter for the rest of his wor-king hours, and when he left the office for home he went to a little banking establishment on Nassau Street, which made a specialty of dealing in stock for small specu lators, and invested the greater part of hi s small capital in the neces sary margin to secure 100 shares of L. & M. at the closing price of that day, namely 41. "This is where I make more money or go clean broke, I suppose," he told himself, as he took a car for home. "Well, nothing ventured, 11othing gained There is no money to be made in Wall Street without taking some risk. When a fellow has a tip however, the risk is cut in half." A few days later L. & M. had advanced in the market to 44, and Art, who had naturally kept his eye on it, felt pretty good. But he expected that it would go much higher than that. fl'he boom, if there was going to be one, hadn't started yet. Next morning he ran into Bob Pickering. "Hello, Art. Bound for the Exchange?" he asked. "Sure thing." "There's a whole lot of fun over there this morning." "What about?" "Some .otock, I think it's L. & M is going up like a house afire." "That so?" replied Art, in some excitement "That's fine." "What do you care?" "A whole lot." "How?" "Because I'm interested." ":Qi what?" "L. & M." "How do you mean?" "I bought a few shares of it the other day on a five per cent. margin." "The dickens you did! How much did you pay for it?" "Forty-one." "You're in luck. It was going around 48 when I left the Exchange, and I'll bet it's higher now. How came y o u to buy that particular stock?" "Because I had an idea it was going up." "How did you get that idea?" "Say, you're a regular interrogation point this morn ing. How do you suppose a fellow gets ideas?" "I didn't know but somebody tipped you off." "I haven't met anybody yet that's kind enough to do that. Tips seem to be scarce in my locality." "They're not very plentiful among u s messenger ooys. I've been three years ip. the Street and I haven't collared a real good one yet." "Oh, they're to be got if you know where to look for them, or should happen to be 'round when one escapes accident ally." "If any e s cape they don't get very far before somebody takes them in tow, bet your life. Well, so long I must get back to the office or I'll get my whiskers pulled '1 Art hurried on into the Exchange, where he found the floor greatly excited over the sudden rise in L. & M. It had gone up five points since ten o'clock, and from the looks of things it bid fair to go up more than that by three. Bro:kers that had passed it up the day before were hot foot after it because of the demand in sight. They were probably kicking themselves because they had not been able to foresee what was only known to the initi ated. If traders only had the gift of second sight at times they would be as happy as clams at high tide. While Art was atthe Exchange L. & M. went up a whole point, so the boy made $100 without doing a. thing to ward it. The mob around the standard of that particular stock: was by far the largest on the floor A forest of arms waslbeing continually waved at smp.e

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. man in the center of the ring, and every once in awhi l e he said something that Art couldn't hear. Finally, while the boy stood at the rail, there came a lull in the trading, which was used by the brokers in comparing trades. While they were attending to this tne boy l ef t the Ex change. That day L. & M. went to 52, and Art went home feeling that he was worth $1,500 all iold, including the money he h ad put up on margin. That was hi s calling night on Bessie, so after s upper he put on his best suit and w ent to her house to see her. O f course she was expecting him. If he hadn't called that evening she wouldn't h ave done a thing to him the next tim e s h e saw him, for the heiress of h e r father's wo rldly wealth, she was accustomed to have things come h er way, and when for some reason they didn't there was usually something doing. She couldn't be call ed a spoiled child, for she was a sen sibl e young miss and had a pretty level head on her two love ly shoulders, but she likecl to have her own sweet way, and nobody outside her own father and mother, ever dared to take the lib erty of crossing her imperious will. She always had her mother's maid pay particular at tention to her toilet on the evenings when Art was slated to arrive, and con equently she always presented a picture of bewitching loveliness when she came into the room to greet him. At any rate, h e thought there wasn't another girl that could hold a candle to her, and sometimes he caught him self wondering who would have the honor of paying her homa ge in the dim and mis ty future "I've brought you another bo x of bon-bons," h e said to her soon after his alTival. "I suppose your sweet tooth is in working ordeF." "It always is. I d o love bon bons." "Do you? I wish I was a bon-bon, then," he said, with considerable nerve. "Why do you wish that, you foolish boy?" "Beca u se then you'd love me, don t you see?" B essie blushed clear up to her hair. Art saw her confusion and promptly changed the subject. "I'm in the market again." "Do you mean that you 've been buying stock?" "That's what I mean I'm in on L. & M. Bought it at 41 and it's now up to 51. I got 100 sha.res, consequent l y my profit at this moment may easily be calculated at $ 1 ,100, less commissions and interest How is that?" "You are fortunate I'm so glad!" "Thanks, Bessie. But I'm not out of the woods yet I hav en' t sold out my shares, and to morrow I might have a different and not quite as pleasant tale to tell." "Then why don't you sell? A bird in the hand is iworth--" "Two in the bush--0xactly. Well, I mean to sell to morrow I think L. & :M:. is good for several points more from the l ook O f things to-day "You are taking too many chances, I'm afraid, Arthur. Better sell out :first thing in the morning and then you ll be on the safe side I'd fee l very bad if you came up here n ext Wednesday and told me tha.t your deal had gone wrong after all." "I guess you're right, Bessie. I b e li eve it's the hangin g on for the last dollar that l ets so many people out a t the end of the horn. I'll take your advice and close out first thing in the morning." After that they talked about something else, then they had the usual songs and du ets, and Art went home. At half-past ten next morning Art was sent to the Ex change Tpere was the same high jinks ove:cL. & 1\1:. as on the preceding day, and the boy saw by the quotation s on the board that the price had gone to 53 1 8. As soon as he had delivered his note h e hustl e d up to the little bank where he made his deal and ordered his shares sold. This was done in a few minutes, his 100 s hares fet ching 53 3 8 Half an hour l ate r the tide turned, a bear raid was made on the stock and not being supported by the Bagley crowd, because the big operator had al r eady got out from under, it began to drop down just as stead ily as it went up, and by the time the Exchange closed it was roosting at 45. Arthur's profit on this d eal was $1,200, making him worth $1,60 0 altogether. CHAPTER IX. }.1AKING MORE MONEY. Of course Arthur told his m other about his fortunate stock deals, and she congratul ated h im on his success "You have done r emarkably well, Arthur," she said. "Your poor father, however, did not believe in speculat i ng in stocks He often tolcl me that the worst thing an outsider could do was to buy stoc k on margin. He used to ay that Wall Street was strewn with financia l wrecks. That money earned by years of hard labor and economy was often los t there in an hour." "I guess that's true enough, mother, but when people a.re angling for easy money they've got to take all the chances that go with it. I've not taken as desperate chances a s most small speculators do becau s e in both cases I've had the ad vantage of a tip, but still there is always an e l ement of un certainty even when you a re operating with a pointe r, and you've got to keep wide awake all the time 1> "Well, my son, I hop e you w ill be ca.recJ'ul with the little fund you have acquired, ancl not l e t your s uccess l ead you into any rash investment "Oh, I'll look ou t, never fear, mother., My $1,600 i s in the office safe, and there it is going to r emain until I see a safe chance of putting it to work again." On the following W ed n esday when he call ed on. Bessie he brought her a two-p ound box of bon bons. "That's a sign that I came out on my deal all right," he said "I'm g l ad to hear it," she said. "I was afraid something might ha ppen to upset all your calcu l ations." "I got out just in time. Half an hour after I sold, the stock went on the toboggan, and there was a sma ll pani c in the Exchange. If you hadn't advised me so. strongl y to sell in the morning I think I might have held on too l ong for my own good "You were a good boy to.heed my advice.'r "You. mean I was a lucky boy, for that is what it amounts

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16 A FIGHT FOR MOXEY. to. At any rate, you deserYe some thing better than bon bons, and so I've brought you a littl e gold locket, hoping that you will wear it sometimes just to oblige m e ." "Isn't it lovely!" she cried, as Art opened a jeweler's box and showed her the black-enameled locket resting on its bed of cotton. "I'm very, very much obligeq to you, Arthur, and I will wear it all the time because it came from you. Why, there's a place for a picture, isn't there? Of course you're going to give me yours to put in it, aren't you?" "I'm afraid I am not of importance enough to be entitled to such an honor," 88.id Art, much pleased at her sugges tion. "You ridiculous boy l If I'm going to wear your locket I want your picture in it." "You shall have it if you really want it. I'll measure the space in the loc ket and have a picture taken to fit it. I'll either send it to you hy m ai l or bring it mxt. W e dnes day evening." That was quite sati factory to Bess ie, ancl she ran o:ff to show the locket to h e r mother. Next day Bob Pickering met Art in the corridb r anrl wanted to know how he came out on the L. & M. deal. "You didn't get caught, did you?" he said "Not much," replied Art. "I sold out just half an hour before the slump started in." "You were lucky. How much did you make?" "I made several hundred dollars," replied Art. "You're right in it. I'd like to make a deal of that kind myself, but nothing of the kind ever comes my way. Some people are born lucky. What are you going to do with your wealth? Put it in a savings bank, or invest it again in some other rising stock?" "I shall invest it again whenev er another good chance comes my way." Several months passed away, however, before Art saw another opportunity to try his luck again in the market, and during that interval his money lay idle in an envelope in the office safe. One day Mr. Warwick sent him with a no>te to a certain big broker who had an office in Exchange Place. The broker was very busy at the time he arrived and he found he would have to wait a few minutes. The room was well filled with custo mers at the time, most of them hanging around the tick e r. Art went over to a window and amu sed himself looking across the well or air shaft into a room filled with girl type writers. They were working away at their mac hines at a great rate. Most of them were pretty, and Art was trying to deter mine which was the best-looking in the bunch when a couple of brokers came into the office and asked for the head of the firm. Being told that he was busy just then, they came over within earshot of the young messe nger and began talking about a pool that was being formed to boom a certain stock. They did not mention the name of the stock, but Art, whose attention was attracted by the tenor of their conver sation, heard one tell the other th a t Broker Parsons going to do the buying on the when the time came. He found out that they expected to interest the broker for whom Art had brought the note, in the scheme, and that if they caught him it would complete the pool. Artlom malle a note of what he had heard, and a few days lat e r h e discovered that PaTSons was buying up all the N. & 0. stoc k that was offered. '!'his stock was going at 72, which was rather low for it, as it was a dividend payer. After considering the chances Art bought 200 shares at that figure on a five per cent. margin, putting up $1,440. The upward movement in the price began on the follow. ing day, and continued to go up slowly for several day s till it reached 75. A few days later, when the young messenger paid his first visit to the Exchange, about eleven o'clock, he found that the boom he was looking for was on. The excitement that developed out of N. & 0. exceeded that accompanying his two previous deals. The whole Street seemed to be disturbed over the unex pected rise. The newspapers were full of news about the stock; ad vancing various reasons for its sudden prominence. 'l'he general public came flocking to Wall Street to take advantage of the market, which showed. a buoyant tone all along the line. Business, which had been slack for several weeks, now became rushing, and Art was kept on the run all day during his regular hours, and he didn't get away for an hour after his customary time. For the balance of the week there were great times in Wall Street. Mr. Warwick's office, in common with the offices of every other broker of ronsequence, was crowded with old customers and many new ones. The clearing-house on New Street had to work overtime to keep up with the demands on its force of clerk s In fact, night work was rather the rule than the exception in all the big brokeragelhou ses Art tried to keep an eye on his d ea l, but it was hard for him to do so, as he didn't hav e a minute to him self from the time he s tarted in in the morning until he got away after four o'clock. At length when N. & 0. reachedt87, h e decided that he'd better unload before matters changed around. With s ome difficulty he got hi s order to sell in to the little bank on Nassau Stre et and after that he breathed easier. N. & 0., howeve r, kept on up till it r eached 90. Art had his statement and check in his pocket, which showed that he had made $3,000 profit on his deal, when he met Pickering on the street. "You ought to have been in on this, old man," said Bob. "How do you know but I was ?" asked Art. "I don't know. Did you buy any N. & 0. ?" "I did." "How much?" "Enough to make quite a little profit." "Gee! You're all right. You must be worth mone y." "What I'm worth wouldn't startle Wall Street." "I'll bet you're worth $500 easily enough." "Yes, I'm worth that, all right." "I wish I was. I'd paint the town red." "That would be a very foolish thing for you to do."

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A FIGHT FOR MONE Y 17 "Wel, when a follow makes a bun c h o f easy mon e y b e feels s preading himself." ''' .lnat's where he's a chump Money i s money, whethe r it's .nade easy or not, and I believe in holding on to it." When he went home Art showed hi s m othe r hi s check and to!d her that he was now wort h $4,600." I 've done pretty well for my :firs t year in Wall Stre et," h e said I started in wit h a little over $100, and in three deals I have annexed $4,5 00." His mother was very proud of his success, and told h im so. "Well I hope to do mu c h bett e r in the future," said he. "When a chap is on the gro und all the time like I am he sees chances that an outs i der never comes within hailing dis tance of." He held on to the b ank's check until h e had a chance to show it to Bessie, who, as usual, w a s pleased to death th a t h e was a winner, and then h e cash ed it and s towed the money away in the office again un ti l he wanted to use it. CH APTER X. CAPT U RED. O n e Satu rday, about noon Mr. W a rwi c k call e d Arthur into his private office an d told hi m tha t he ould be obli g e d to send him over to State n I s l and. "Mr Gray will give y o u a p ackage containin g $5 ,000 in bills, w hi c h you are to d eliver to Mr s Georg e Sedgeley whose name and add ress you w ill find on the package. She lives on the suburbs of Clifto n i n a fine hou s e st&nding back from the street You w ill h ave n o d ifficulty in :finding the place, as she is very well known." "I'll find the house all ri g ht, sir," replied Art. "When s h a ll I start? "You'd b e tter go and get your l u n c h n o w and by the time y o u get back Mr. Gray w ill have the package re a d y for you." Three quarters of an hou r l ate r Ar t w as on board a B roadway car bound for the S taten I s land ferry. The boa t was on the poin t o f s t a rtin g when he reached the ferry hou se, so he did not have to wait. He got a camp chair an d seated himself on the lower deck,1 near the bows. There was quite a crowd o n the b oa t a s s he le!t her slip, and among them was Sol Eccles He was seated with a coup l e o f b e ard e d men, who looke d as if they might be mechanics. Ile saw Art when he came forward wit h h is s tool, but Art did not notice him. Eccles pointed the y o ung messenge r out to his compan-10ns. "That's the you ng r ooster who g ot me fir e d from War wick's office in Wall Street about a year ago. I intend e d to get squ a re with him long before this, but cir c umstances interfered I haven't f orgot wha t I owe him ju s t th e same, and it would do me a w hol e l o t of g o o d if I could do him up right now." "Does he live in Staten I s l and? aske d one of the m e n o. He lives up in West Ninety t hi r d Street or did." "What do you s'pose brings him o n this boat t h en?" "I dare say he's bound on some errand for Warwick. I wouldn't he surprised. if he's car ryi n g some money to a cus tomer of the hou se, a Mrs. Sedge ley, of Clifton. This is about the tim e that Warwick coll ects the q u a r ter l y interes t on h e r b o nd s and send s it down" to her." "How much does the i nter est amount t o ?" asked i.he o t h e r m an, g lan c i ng at h is compan i on. "About $5, 000. "Doe s h e send th e amount in money or b y a check?" "Always in m o ney. "Then t h e boy ma y have t hat"-money w ith h im now?" "It i s n o t un likel y "Fiv e th ousa nd d o ll a rs would com e in very h a nd y for three of u s," s aid the fir st man, whose name was G riffin. "Couldn t we w ayla y th e young,chap b e for e h e reaches hi,,; destination?" "What, in br o a d d a y li g ht?" excla im e d E ccles, whose only object i o n t o tak i ng a han d i n s u c h a n e nterpr ise was t he dan ge r th a t appea r e d t o s urround it. "Wha t sor t o f p lace i s Cli fton?" a s k e d G riffin "It's a small town overlooking t h o the t hi r d from the Ierry land i ng ." "You can get there by t he t r o ll ey, I suppose? Yes, o r by t h e steam r oad "What part of th e town does the woma n li v e in?" "On the, suburb s Sh e's g ot a fine house s urrounded by w ell l aid-out g r o und s." "She must be w e ll fixed." "Sh e is. "If s h e lives outs id e of the t own i tse lf w e ought to be able to w o r k t h e t ri ck." "I d\'.ln t fancy t he idea of t ry in g such a dange r o u s game in the d aytime Besides, the boy may not be goin g to }frs Sedgel ey's "If h e i sn't g oin g that way, of course we needn t both e r about him." "I'd l ike to fo llow him and see w h ere he i s g o i ng," said Eccles. "I might find a c h ance to settle scores wit h him." "If t h ere's an y thin g in it fo r u s we'll lend you a hand," s aid Griffin. "But you kno w we've got thi s Miller mailer to look aft e r. That' s what is ta.king u s over t o t h e island." "We' v e g ot lot s of tim e Hel p m e fix that hoy a nd I'll make it ri ght w ith you, sai d E ccles. Griffin s aid he had no obje c tion i f h i s friend Cur ley h a d none. Curley, thus appeal e d to, said th a t as Eccles was one of the m in the Miller aff air h e was willi ng t o help h i m out in any side i s sue that did not in ter f e r e wit h t h e chief object in s ight. So it was decided that Arthur G age was to h e sha dowed t o his destin a tion. Art, quite unconscious of the plottin g t h a t was goin g aga inst him close by, was enjo ying the sai l down th e He was afr aid, however from the looks of t h o sky aheud, that he would be caught in a rainstorm befo r e his errand was fini s hed. By the time the boat reached her slip at St. George t h e heavens wore quite a threatenin g look. He had been dir e ct e d b y the c a s hi e r to take the t rolley r o ad out, as th a t line would take hi m w i thin three block s of Mr s S e dgel ey' s resid e nce. Accordin g ly, he m a d e a bec--li ne for a car as s oon as the g an g plank was in positi o n for t he passe nger s to land. Eccles and hi s compan ion s hoarded t h e same ca r th e for-

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:is A FlIGH'l' FOR J,IONEY mer pulling his hat well down about his eyes to prevent the boy from r ecognizing him, if possible Art didn't take parti c ular notice of the three, especially as the car was crowded. "I believe he is going to Clifton," Eccles whispered to Griffin. "So much the better, if he's got the money about him. W e can kill two bird s with one stone :Make a haul and help you take your revenge op. the kid Getting the money away from him if he has it, ought to sat i sfy you, I should think." I don't know but it will, for. it will put him in a big hole with his boss," dplied Eccles, in a tone of satisfaction. While they were talking the,,car bowled merrily along its way. Some of the passeng ers got off in the neighborhood of Tompkinsville, and more near Stapleton, so that the car was only about half fill e d as it proceeded on toward Clifton. The sky now looked dark and sullen, and Art began to fear that h e would get a soaking before he could reach his destination, which wasn't a pleasant prospect so far away froni home As the car drew near where he was to get off it began to rain a little. "Just my luck!" Art mutter ed. "It's liable to come down in bucketfuls before I get a block from the trolley, and there doesn't seem to be any shelter to speak of around this neigh borhood. I ll have to s tand under some big tree and take my chances." At length the car stopped at the street crossing w.here he had to alight, and he got off. Turning up the collar of his j acket, he started a.ta lively paee. Eccles and ihis associates also got off"and followed him. The ex-clerk was now satisfied that the boy was bound for Mrs. Sedg e ley's, and intlm ated that fact to Griffin and Curley. The three were delighted that the ch ange in the weather 1was putting the game in their hands. Art was unconsciou s l y l eading them a lively chase, much to their disgu st, for they had all they could do to prevent. him from di stancing them. About half the distance to Mrs. Sedg e ley 's home had been covered when the rain began coming down in right good earnest. Art was about to ta.ke shelter under a large oak tree when he saw a shed that looked like 5J1 abandon ed blacksmith shop off to one side. He hailed it with satisfaction, and made a break for it as fast as he could go. Eccles and his compan ion s followed suit. Under the circumstances there was nothing suspicious in this move of theirs. It looked as if they were bent on escaping the sudden downpour also. Art saw them coming wh e n he dashed into the shed and thought nothing of it. They piled in after him, jumped on him and bore him to the floor. "What the deuce are you about?" demanded the surJ prised and indignant boy. "Gag him before he lets out a yell," said who. was squatting on the young messenger's legs. Then Art woke up to the fact that his overthrm bad not been accidental, as he had supposed it was, but tha he had been dcliberatl'ly attacked. This was a mighty serious state of affairs for him, eeing that h e carried a large sum of money about his person. He immediately began to put up a stout resistance, and being a strong boy, he gave the three rascals a whole lot of trouble before they got his hands bound behind his back and a handkerchief tied around his mouth. In ord er to him from kicking, they tied his ankles together with a handkerchief provided by Eccles Having rendered their victim helpless, Griffin proceeded to go through his pockets, and soon pulled out the package addressed to Mrs Sedgeley. It was too dark for thenvto tell whether it was what they were after, so a match was struck that Eccles might look at it. He took the precaution to turn his baek on the boy while the match was burning, for he did not care to have Art identify him. "That's the money," he said, in a tone of satisfaction, thrpwing down the match. "Good," replied Griffin. "Now, if it would only l et up rainin' we could be off. There was ncf prospect of an immediate stoppage in the downpour, which was descending in sheets jus t as if it never meant to stop. The wind, too, was sweeping it through the air in a way that no umbr e lla could withstand, so that the streets were entirely deserted at that moment. Griffin and Curley dragged Art into a corner and lef t him, quite satisfied that he was in no shape to give them any further The three men then stoo d by the door, looking out into the rain, and talking together in low tones. If they thought the young messenge r boy was going to lie tamely in the corner without making an effort to escape from his predicament, they were greatly mistaken. Arthur Gage wasn't built that way. It is tru e that he was practically helpless as things sto od, but ho alwa ys went on the principle that while there's life there's hope. Cons equently the moment they left him to hi mself he began a p ers istent attempt to free himself. Whatever noise he made was drowned by the drivin g rain that beat a loud tattoo on the sides of the shed Just what he expected to do in case he did.recover the use of his limbs he did not know as yet, but he was fully r esolved to recover that package of money somehow. He felt that he was responsible for its safe delivery to Mrs. Sedgeley, and to have to return to the office and report its loss would neer do at all. Mr. Warwick would hardly trust him with a similar im portant errand again. And was bound to hear about the matter, and what would she think of him? His wrists were bound by a handkerchief, doubly knotted, Lut, owing to his struggles when the jobewas done, Curley, who attended to it, made a bungling matter of it. Art i;oon found this out, and it took him only a few min utes to releas e his hands. Then he tore the gag from his mouth, and pulling out

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19 hi-; knife he loosened the kn ots of tLc h a ndkerch i ef that caused the h e h z d .1?tl i al0 Cic cellar below, ];c ltl h i s fee t leaving a gaping hole b c hirn : i' Ji i 111 Looking to wards the threc men he saw Urn money pack"What was that?" gasped age sticking out of Griffin's side pocket. "Sounded .like the roof ha( l fallen jn," replied Griffin, The fellow was leaning in a negligent way against the "but it hasn't." side of the doorway. "Something struck the floor, for I felt it shake, s aid Then Art looked around the interior of the shed. Curley. At the back was a window opening without a sash or any "Let's see what caused the noise," said Griffin, walkil:g other kind of covering. over into the corner where they had left the young mes -It did not offer a very enticing means of escape from senger. the place. The other two followed him. There was a hole in the ceiling through which dangled "Hello!" ejaculated Griffin "There's a big hole in the a rope right above where Art sat. floor and the boy is gone!" Apparently there was some kind of a loft up there. "Gone!" cried Eccles and Curley, in a breath Art figured that if he could get the package out of the "Yes, gone. Something must have fallen on him from rascal's pocket without attracting his attention, or that of above, through that hole in the ceiling. It looks as if he' s his companions, and then had time enough to climb the a gone coon." rope into the loft, he would be able to stand the men off, "What could have fallen on him?" asked Eccles. for he did not see how they could follow him except by the "How should I know? Something heavy, from the look rope, and he meant to haul that up after him. of that hole. If the floor wasn't rotten it would have Full of this idea, and favored by the darkness and the smashed him fl.at." drumming of the rain against the building, he softly ap"If it was heavy enough to knock him through the flo or proached the stalwart fo1m of Griffin. it must have killed him," said Eccles. He kept close to the wall and proceeded with the great"I wouldn't give a fiver for his life." est caution. The speaker flashed a match down the hole, and t he three At last, with bated breath, he stood close behind the men saw Arthur Gage lying half stunned direct l y und e r r ascal. the break in the floor. The package was within his reach, but could he lift it out They believed that he was dead o f the fellow's pocket without him becoming aware of the "It doesn t matter to us what struck him So m et hing fact? did," said Griffin. It was a ticklish experiment, but Art was determined to "Say," said Curley, suddenly, "there was a rope ha n g in' get the woney package at any cost. out of that hole. It's gone." The lounging position of the man, with his coat thrown Griffin rem embered seeing the rope, too, and its absen c e back, favored Art. suggested to his mind that whatever it was held the rop e He extended his fingers, softly gripped the end of the must have fall e n and caused the damage package and slowly and artfully drew it out of the pocket. "The rain is letting up," said Eccles "We'd bette r get At last it was entirely out and in his possession, and away from here at once Griffin made no move. The other two agreed tha.t the sooner they made a Dropping it into his own pocket, he made his way back change of base the better. to where the rope hung through the opening above. The neighborhood being des erted, they would not be seen Grasping it firmly in his hand s he began to haul himleaving the shed, which would prevent future cornpl ica self slowly upward, hand over hand, till he was able to grip tions. it with his legs. Accordingly they started off at once, and Griffin did not In this way he got within reaching distance of the hole miss the money package until they were many blocks away. in the ceiling. Soon after they left the shed Art recovered his facultiea As he put out one hand to grasp the side of the opening, and sat up. the rope, which was somewhat rotten, gave way suddenly He had received a hard whack on the head, and a good above his head, and he liko a shot, striking the floor shaking up, but no material injury. with a tremendous crash that thoroughly startled the three He found himself in pitch darkness, and naturally h i s men at the door. first impression was to wonder where he was. In a few minutes recDllection r eturne d to him, aucl he CHAPTER XL recalled how he was climbing the rope to the loft when iL had suddenly given way and precipitated him to the floor IN WHICH ARTHUR GETS HOLD OF A GOLDEN 'l'IP AND MAKES with a shock that had knocked his brains wool-gathering A DANDY HAUL. The floor beneath the opening was not strong enough to withstand the impact of Arthur Gage's one hundred and forty pounds of avoirdupoir. The boards were soft an 0 pulpy through age, and the boy went through them like a demon through a trap in the stage in a pantomime. When the start led rascals turned around to see what had He had an indistinct idea that the floor had given way him and that he fell through. The second shock of hitting the floor of the cellar knocked him unconscious As soon as he found out that he was not injured the first thing he did was to feel for the money package. He was much relieved to find that it was st ill i n his pocket.

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A FIGHT FOR M O NEY. "Well, the money is safe, that's some satisfaction; and I don't seem to be hurt, which is another. The floor must h ave been rotten and I've tumbled into the cellar. I won der what those rascals thought about the racket? I don't hear any sounds above Could they have been scared away? It hardly seems likely I should like to know if they are up there yet. I shou l d think that chap who had the money package mu st have missed it by this time and woul d start a search for it. I made quite a hole up there," he added, noticing the break in the gloom which shrouded that end of the shed. "The ne:>..i; thing will be to get out of this place I suppose there are stairs or something of that kind somewhere, otherwise what good was the cellar to the for mer occupants?" He ventured to strike a match and look around The plnce had a di s tinctly earthy smell, and was littered with dirt, scraps of old iron, discarded horseshoesi broken boxes, while the ceiling and walls were festooned with cobwebs. There was a rude stairway in the corner opposite from the spot where Art stood, and he immediately walked over to it. He found that it communicated with a cover or flap open ing upward Pushing against it the co ver yielded after an effort, and Art shoved it open with some caution, for he did not know but the men might still be there. When his eyes reached the level of the floo;r he was de lighted to see that the shed was vacant. The rain, which had almost entirely stopped, started in again at a lively rate. As Art was in the act of pushing the cover up entirely so he .could get out he heard the sounds of rapid footsteps outside, and fearing that it was the three men returning he let the cover fall back a nd took his seat on the steps He heard steps on the floor above, as two or more men entered the place, and then after a stamping and shuffling of shoes on the board, comparative silence succeeded After a little while Art took courage to lift the flap again and look to see whether the persons were newcomers or the "What we've got to do, John," he .continued, "is to gel hold of as many shares of the two road s that are floating about as possible. When the holding company was formed by consent of the majority of the stockholde rs of the roads a certain minority, as usual in such cases, refused to agree to the arrangement. I know several of these people in a general way, and some of them I am sure are anxious to sell out at as near the market a.s they can get. The insiders on this deal are now after them, and consequently we have no time to spare." "Who are some of these people?" "Mrs. George Sedgeley, two bloclrn below here, is one. She's got 2,000 shares of the N. Y. & B. which I understand she'll sell for 22. Then there's Alfred McArthur, of No. West Seventy-second Street. He has 2,000 of N. Y. & P. C., the market price of which has lately gone down to 21. If we can secure both these batches we'll be able to double OUT money." "Well, I'm with y
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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. 21 to be worth double its present value be:fore the end of next week." Mrs. Sedgeley was very anxious to know what Art re ferred to, and under a promise of secrecy he told her what he had heard the two gentlemen say in the shed "I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Gage," said the lady, who appreciated the tip at its fuU value. "I shal l not sell my stock to either of the gentlemen if they should call on me for that purpose. As an evidence of my appreciation of your kindness in advising me of the probability of a rise in value of my shares, I promise you that I will present you with ten per cent of whatever I make out of the shares over and above 22." "Thank you, ma'am," answered Art. "I will not refuse your generous offer." After quite a pleasant chat with Mrs. Sedgeley Art took his leave, fully determined to try and purchase, thmugh the little bank on Nassau Street, the 2,000 shares of N. Y. & P 0 at presoot owned by Mr. M:cArthur, of West Seventy second Street. On Monday morning he le.ft the order for the stock at the bank and put up the necessary ten per cent security on the same, at the same time informing the clerk where the stock could be gotten. The bank's representative found no difficulty in buying the shares at the market price of 21, and Art was duly noti fied that they were held subject to his order. On Wednesday morning Art received a note from Mrs. Sedgeley stating that a gentleman had called on her and tried to induce her to sell her shares of the N Y. & B., making an offor as high as 30 for them, which fully firmed in her mind the value of Art's tip, and she had re fused to part with the stock. On Thursday morning the news of the deal between the N. Y. & N H. and the Millvale holding company came out in all the papers, and it led to great excitement in Wall Street. The securities of the two small roads which had boon ac quired by the big line made a jump of 20 points in the mar ket that day, by Saturday morning 50 was asked and 49 offered for the stock of both. Both Art and Mrs. Sedgeley sold out at that figure, giv ing the former the tremendous profit of $55,000. Mrs. Sedgeley found that Art's pointer had added $54,000 to her wealth, and she at once sent him a check for ten per cent. thereof, or $5,400, thus fulfilling her promise to him. Thus Art suddenly found his little capital of $4,600 un expectedly raised to the goodly sum of $65,000. And it all came about through an adventure that had at first promised to turn out greatly to his disadvantage. This time he decided to say nothing to Bess about his l atest success, as his profits were so large that he feared he would have to make an explanation as to how he came bv his tip, and he didn't care to do that. He told his mother the wl1ole story of his adventure on Staum Island, and showed her the check from the bank, covering his winnings. Of course she was astonished at the amo1mt of his profits, which seemed to her as almost beyond reason, but as the proof of the pudding was be.fore her she could not doubt the truth of it. Next day Art presented her with $5,000 to bank for her self. CHAPTER XII. HOW BOB PICKERING HELPS ARTHUR TO SWELL HIS CAPITAL. Art said nothing to Mr WMwick about the narrow es cape he had had from. losing the package of money in trusted to his cal'e to deliver to Mrs. Sedgeley. He did not dream that Sol Eccles, who had entirely slipped out of his memory, was responsible for the outrage worked upon him, and that the men who attacked him had clone it under the full belief that he had a large sum o.f \ money in his possession. He thought the affair was merely an ordinal'y hold-up though when he came to think it all over at his leisure he recollected that the men had made no attempt to continue their search of his clothes after they had got hold of the package Then it struck him that they must have judged the packet to be very valuable, although there was no outward indication on it that it contained money. Furthermore, thought it exceedingly strange that they did not immediat e ly tear open the package to see _what was in it. The more he thought about the matter the more singular their actions seemed, but as he could find no solution to the puzzle he gave it up. One day, about a month later, Bob Pickering came into the office. "Say, Art, can I make a deal with you?" he said. "What kind of a deal?" replied our young messenger "Well, I've got hold of a tip at last. You have money and can work it if you want to, while I haven't any funds and therefore it's no use to me. Now, if I let you have it. I thin k you ought to let me in on a percetage of your winnings." "That's fair, if your pointer is worth anything," replied Art. "It's a good one, all right." "Let's hear what it is." Bob told him he had overheard two brokers, whose names he mentioned, talking about a pool that had been formed to boom L. & S. shares. Another broker, named Bradley, was to do the buying on the floor of the Exchange in a day or two. "If I had a few hunared dollars," said Bob, "I'd back the stock to the limit. I don't see why you shouldn't tackle it." "I'll look the matter up, Bob. If I go into it and win out I'll give you $500 fl.at. Will that suit you?" "Sure, it will," said the delighted Bob. Art lost no time in investigating the information. He found that L. & S. was going at 56-. Two days later he discovered that Broker Bradley was buying the stock as11fast as it was offered to him. The price then had gone up to 57. "I guess Bob's tip is all right," he thought. "However, it is well not to be too rash. I'll buy 3,000 shares as a starter," and he did Two clays afterward the stock was up to 59, and he bought 2,000 shares more at that figure.

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A FIGHT FOR MONEY. He had now about half his money up on margin, and he thought that was as much of a risk as he ought to take. When he saw Bob he told him he had gone into a dea l in the stook, and Bob, who fe l t sure his pointer was a winner, began to have visions of w hat he wou l d d o with that $500 A r t had promised him. On Monday of-the ensuing week L & S. was quoted a.t 60, and Art ventured to buy another 1 ,000 shares It went up to 62 that clay. "I'll bet it will go to 70," said Bo!;> that afternoon, when they went home together "I hope it will," replied Art. "Though whether I'll dare hold on for that price is a question. I've got a good part of my funds up and I shouldn't care to get pinched." "Well, I suppose it's up to you to judge when you had better sell I am interested in that because if you should ge t caught in this dea l I wouldn't get that $500, and then I'd be badly disappointed Next clay the brokers began to take a good deal of in terest in L. & S., a.rld it advanced to 65 on heavy trading. O n Wednesday there was excitement to burn around the s t andard of the stock, the announcement was made of a consolidation with another road which gave L. & S. an o p ening into Pittsburg. At two o'clock it was going at 70 and a fraction A l tho u gh there was every indication of a further rise n ext day, Art found time to go to the bank and orde r his hold ings sold at the market rI'his was done before three o'clock, and Art sat down to fig u re up his profits O n the 3,000 shares he had made $13 a share; on the 2,000 he bought at 59 he had made $11 a share, and on the last 1 ,000 shares his profit was $ 1 0 a share-making a tota l of $7T,OOO to the good. H e h ad done so well that he decided that it would be the r ight thing to double the $500 he had promised Bob. Next morning the report of the consolidation was denied a n d the price of the shares t u mbled l ike wildfire ;sob saw the slump on the ticker and it gave him a fit, for he was afraid Art had not closed out. H e rushed into Mr. Warwick's office to see him, but Art was out on an errand, and so he had to curb his impatience trepidation as best he could. His boss sent him on an errand before Art got baC'k, and thus it was all clay, so that the boys did not come together until after office hours. B y that time the bottom had fallen completely out of Ii. & S., and i t was selling way clown at 55. "Say Art, did you sell out? L. & S. has gone clown to the bow-wows, and I've been in a cold sweat all clay. I was into your office three times trying to see you, but every time you were out "Then youve had your funk for nothing," replied his friend, coolly. "I sold out yesterday at the top of the mar ket nearly, and I made a good thing out of the deal." "Glory hallelujah!" cried Bob. "Then I get my $500." "I've done so weil by your tip that I haye concluded to give you twice $500 "What!" ejaculated Bob. "You don't mean that!" "I do mean it. As soon as I get a settlement with the b ank you shall have $1,000 cash. You are entitled to it." "Art, you're a brick How much elf cl you make, any way?" "That is a business secret, Bob. Be satisfied with the $1,000 "I will. Gee! I'll be wealthy." "No painting the town reel with that money, old man. Put it in a bank and. hold on to it, and don't you dare go investing it in stocks yourself, for you aren't the kind of chap to stand the excitement "Me invest $1,000 in 1tocks? Not on you r life! I never expected to be worth so much money, not for years, so I'm not going to take any chances with it. mrhat's the way to talk. I don't go into the market my self unless I see a mighty good opening I bought L. & S in three different lots, at a rising figme. I wouldn't risk too much on it at first "How came you to sell out yesterday? It l ooked goo d for a higher jump "Just instinct, I guess. When it reached 70 I concluded not to take further chances with it. I noticed" that the re port of the consolidation had not been confirmed, though the newspapers printed the news as though it was a fore gone conclusion That's how the general public gets it in the neck. They take too much for granted." "I guess they do I'll bet a whole lot of people dropped their good money in this boom I know there was a lot of weeping and gnashing of teeth in our office ove r the unex pected slump I felt sony for them, but then I had my own troubles, for I didn't know whether you were in the soup or not with the rest In fact, I thought you were, for you hadn't sold when I saw you last." "Well, you can go home and eat a hearty suppe r to-night, feeling that you are ahead of the game "Bet your life I can I tell you I feel like a bird." Art also felt like a bird, or a whole nest full of birds, too, for he was now worth $130,000. Nobody was on to that fact but his mother. She was his only confidante. He had ceased altogether to tell Bessie about his stock transactions, and she supposing that he was out of the market, never r e ferred to the matter. Mr. and Mrs. Warwick could ha.rclly fail to observe the growing attachment between the young people, but they did not attempt to nip it in the bud. The broker had long since sized up Arthur as an uncom monly smart boy, and was satisfied he was going to ma:ke his mark in the world. Ile would certainly have opened his eyes very wide in deed if he hac1 found out that the boy had made such a big sum of money out of the stock market Art had accomplished the feat without once neglecting his duties to his employer, which made the matter all the more remarkable. He would have been the happiest boy in the world if it hadn't been for the mystery which still hovered around his father. Mrs. Gage had given her husband up for dead months since, but not so Art. While he did not believe that his :father had skipped out to parts unknown with that hal1f a million, for he felt sure that had his father taken the money he would have b een located before that lapse of time, he believed that tl)jl miss-

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24 A F'IGHT FOR l\fONEY. Eccles knew that JI.Ir. Warwick went to a certain Turkish. bath house every Saturday afternoon, and then took a cab for his home The scheme was to provide a certain cabman to secure the broker as a "fare." This cab was especially arranged for the introduction of a drug through the roof for the purpose of rendering a passenger temporarily insensible so that he could be easily robbed by a confederate. The cabby plied his trade at night, but he had no objec tion to doing day work when somebody wanted to avail him self of the vehicle and was willing to pay well for the ac commodation. Eccles, Griffin and Curley completed their plot that afternoon in the back room of the saloon It was to be put into execution on the following day which was Saturday. It was the broker's CUBtom to take a light lunch down town at noon, then ride uptown to his club, and around four o'clock go to 'the bath house. That afternoon Art and Bob went for a long bicycle ride in New Jersey. On their return they 4re belated along the road by the breakdown of Bob's machine, which required some repairs before it would bear its rider on his way. The place where they were held up was close to Dr. Craft 's Sanita.rium, and it was dusk by the time they were to continue their journey to Hoboken. At that moment a cab rolled rapidly up the road. The horse shied at the indistinct figures of the boys as they left the shelter of a tree and, making a sudden dash forward, ran into a tree, and sma hed the front axle, the vehicle turning over on its side and dumping the driver and another man who sat on the box into the dust "Gee!" exclaimed Bob. "Here's trouble to burn. Come, let's lend them a hand, Art." The boys hastily dismounted from their wheels, stood them against the tree and ran to the men's assistance. Both appeared to be pretty badly shaken up, and after raising, them up, Art went to the partly overturned cab, opened the door and looked inside. A peculiar fruity smell assaulted the boy's nose as the air in the vehicle escaped in his face He saw the figure of a man huddled in a heap on the floor of the cab. Presuming he had been stunned by the accident, Art seized him by the arms and drew him out into the air Looking in the passenger's face, he was astonished when, in the growing darkness, he recognized his employer. "My gracious!" the boy ejaculated "It's Mr. Warwick." At that moment one of the men, who had recovered hi s taculties, observed what Art was about. With an imprecation he sprang to his feet, dashed at the youni; messenger and felled him to the road with a terrible blm .. on the side of the head, which rendered the boy un couacious. CHAPTER XIV. CONFINED IN TUE CELLAR. When Arthur came to his senses he had a very confused idea of his It was some moments before he realizGd that he was itr against a post to which he was. ecured by a rope passed several times around his bo
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'l\"! PIGRT FOR MONEY. '-I they're trying to get squa re with us because of the accident that happened to the cab. The horse shied at us as we took the road on our wheels and they put the blame of the mishap on us, no doubt "We're not responsible for what their horse did." "Whether we are or not, we're in a bad pickle over it. Small chance of our getting home tonight, at this rate." ''I shall make a big kick to Mr. Warwick over this." "What good will that do? We don't know wh<> these ca.bmen. are." "He'll know." "How will he?" "Why, he was their passenger." "What!" ejaculated Bob. "It was Mr. Warwick who I was helping out of the cab when.that big chap knocked me end over end with his fist." "You don't say. I wonder what brought him away out herein a cab?" "That's his business, not ours I'm sorry that we were thewunintentional cause of his mishap I hope ho isn't hurt. I should never forgive myself if he was." "It's,a good thing for him that the sanitarium was closfl by. The Joctor of place will bring him around all right, so you needn't worry The question that most concerns. 11s ia what these cab chaps intend to do wit h u s." "I don't mean to stay here if I can help myself," replied Art, doggedly "How are you going to help yourself?" "By trying to get free. Why don't you see if you can work arms loose from the rope? That's what I'm try ing to do now." "I'm b01rnd too tight." "S'pose you are bound tight, the rope might be :p:iade to give. I've nearly got one of my arms loose aheady. "If you have you're a bird, or you're not bound as tight as I am. Why, I can ha rdly breathe from the way the rope hugs my chest." Arthur made no reply, but continued to tug away at his bonds. It is true his bonds not as secure as Bob's but that ,1,rould have made no difference to him. Bob gave up in disgust after a few ineffective efforts, while Art kept working away, resting e>nly when he was forced to. "Well, how are you getting on?" growled Bob. "Slowly, but surely," replied Art "I can't do a thing with my ropes. They might be made of steel for all the impression I can make on them." "I'll cut you loose if I can get free," replied his friend, encouragingly. After another fifteen minutes' work Art got one of his arms loose It was his right arm, and that was all he wanted He thrust his hand into his pocket, got out his j ack knife, and. the rest was easy. "I'm free, Bob," he said, exultantly "Are you, really?" asked Bob, joyfully "This looks like it," he replied, as he craw l ed over to his companion and began to cut him loose. "You're .all to the good, old man," replied Bob, in a to:rie of satisfaction, as he stood up and rubbed his limbs and chest where the rope had chafed them. "The next thing is to get out of this hole," said Art, 1 striking a match and looking over the enclosure. "The door is lock.eel, I think with a padlock," said Bob. "I heard them fix it when they left." Bob's statement proved to be correct, and it looked as if they >vere cornered Art tried the boards one by one to see if he could find a weak one, but they all seemed to be solid enough. He noticed that one had an immense knot in the center. "If we could drive that knot out we could break the board in half easy enough," he remarked. "We could then force the lower end out and that would leave an opening w ide enough for us to pass through ." Art tried his heel on the knot several times, and so did Bob, but they made no impression on it. "That won't do," said Art. "Let's see if we can't find something that will do better." A survey of the place produced results in the shape of a piece of iron water pipe. With this in st rument the knot was demolished, then the board was broken at the knothole and the lower half pulled inside and wrenched off. The boys squeezed themselves through the opening and thus obtained theifreedom of the whole cellar. CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION. "Now, if the cellar door is no, t locked, or otherwise se curlfd, we will be able to walk out," said Art. "You saw where they brought us down. Lead the way." With the help of matchlight Bob traced his way to a shod :flight of stone steps covered by a pair of wooden shutters that worked on hinges. "Here's whe re they brought us down," said Bob. Art ran up the steps and pushed against the cover It was held by a stap le and padlock on the outside. "We can't get out down here," said Art. "Perhaps we can get out of a window ori the next story." He started up the stairs with Bob at his heels He tried two doors and found them locked, and then laid his hand on the knob of the third It was not locked, but as he started to push it open he heard a soft, oily voice in the room. "Come, now, Gage, don't act sulk y," said the voice. "If you continue to give me trouble I'll have t<> put you in a straitjacket, do you understand?" "Man, man, will no appeal that I can make to you soften your heart?" replied a voice that sent the blood rushing back on Art's h eart, for he distinctly recognized the voice as his father's "You know, Dr. Craft, that I am the vic tim of a dastardly plot. You know that David Mallison is paying you to keep me here a hopeless prisoner while he is free, enjoying the fruits of his villainy," went on the fa miliar t<>nes. Arthur waited to hear no more Dashing open the door, he rushed into the room, crying: "Father Father Dr. Craft, who was a littl e man, with a silky mustache and snaky black eyes, sprang around and faced the boy. Art thrust him aside and rushed to his father, who had sprung from his chair on recognizing his son's voice. .,

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26 A FIGHT FOR MONEY. The astonished Bob saw Art throw him self into the arms of the white-faced man whom he called father. Dr. Craft, with an imprecation, made a dart for the doorway, but Bob headed him off, and shut the door behind him. "Not much," said Bob. "You don't get out of this room yet." The doctor placed his hand in his smoking-jacket pocket ancl pulled out an ivory whistle. As he placed it to his lips Bob struck him a heavy blow in the mouth, knocking him half way across the room "We must get out of here at once, Art," said Bob, bring ing his companion back to the realization of their surroundings. "Come, father, you are going back to New York with us. Put on your hat and coat. Don t ask me how I came here. We'll tell our stories when we are out of this sanitarium. Mother will be wild with joy when s he learns that you are a live. Neither she nor I ever believed that you ran off witb that money. The tn1th will now come out to the world, and the guilty man shall receive just puni shment for his double crime." In a dazed sort of way Frank Gage put on his hat and coat, while Art examined the window. Escape could not be made that way, for it was provided with iron bars and wooden shutters. W e'd b ette r secure this chap," sai d Bob, pointing to the doctor. Art_ thought so, too, so they bound and gagged him with strips torn from the coarse blanket on the bed Then the three left the room and locked the door after them, thus making a prisoner of the d octor Passing along the corridor they came to the front stair case, down which they took their way. The front door was before them It was locked and bolted, but the key was there, and in a moment or two the three were outside of the building. They slipped across to the gate, but this was barred and locked and the key was not in it. Art's sharp eye, however, saw it hanging from a nail in a crevice, an.d he grabbed it, thrust it into the lock, and opened the gate as soon as Bob took the bar down. Once outside they walked hurriedly to the tree where the boys had left their wheels, which were still there. "Now, Bob," said Art, "hust l e into Hoboken, and tell the facts to the police. There may be other patients in that house that are held there against their will. Father and I will wait here till you come back with a patrol wagon and officers to arrest the r asca l s inside While father and son waited under the shadow of the tree for the police to come and expose the crookedness of the sani tarium, Frank Gage told his son the story of ho w he came to be hidden away from the world in the sani tarium. It appeared that David Mallison, the pre s ident of the Atlas Trust Co., had become involved in a big stock specu lation in which he had lost every cent he had, and had accumu l ated debts of above $100,000. He got Frank Gage to remain one night at the office to go <>Ver some papers with him, a.nd then chloroformed him and had him quietly removed to Dr. Craft's sanitarium, here he had previously arranged for his reception, and hi s life incruceration Then he took the half-million, settled his obligations, and gave out the impression that the cashier had decamped with the money. Art then told his father how he and Bob came to be in the sanita rium, and how they had escaped from the cellar. By the time both their stories were :finished a patrol wagon came up with Bob and half a dozen policemen: The doctor and his assistants were arrested, and the "patients" liberated. Among thorn Art was surprised to find Mr Warwick, who had just recovered from his stupo r. Mr. David Malli son was arrested at his resi
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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. Fame and Fortune Weekly NEW Y ORK, DEOEMRER 6, 1907. Terms to Subscribers. Single Coples ............................................. One Copy Three rlontbs ................................. One Copy Six rlontha .............................. One Copy One Year ..................................... Postage Free. How '.l.'o SEND MONEY. .05 Cents .65 .. $1.25 2.50 At our risk send P. 0. Money Order, Check, or Registered Letter; re mittances in any other way are at your rislt. We accept Postage Stamps the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the coin in a s eparate J>iece of paper to avoid cutting the envelope. Write your name and address plainly. Address letteis to Frank Tousey, Publisher, :24 Union Sq., New York. GOOD STORIES. Lord Rosebery, formerly British Prime Minister, is an au thority on gardening, though most people know him only as a statesman and author. As a matter of fact, he has every reason to be gardener and farmer both, as he owns 26,000 acres of land in Scotland and some 8,000 in England, and also has a villa, literally embowered in flowers al.id flowering shrubs, overlooking the Bay of Naples. Domestic animals are very scarce in Japan. Cows are un known in that country; there are but few horses, and these are imported mainly for the use of foreigners. The carts used for the conveyance of merchandise in the city streets are pulled and pushed by coolies, and the pleasure carriages are drawn by men. Dogs are not often seen; there are no sheep, and wool is not used in clothing, silk and cotton being the staples. There are no pigs-pork is anunknown article of diet-there are no goats, or mules, or donkeys. Wild animals there are, however, and, in particular, bears of enormous size. The veto hitherto placed upon the Parisian waiter's mus tache has been contrasted with the compulson imposed upon British army officers to grow one if they can. But at the extreme antipodes from the waiter's deprivation lay the ab solutely necessary mustache required of the French First Hussars in the veracious Marbot's time. For the sake of uni formity, every member of the corps, he records, had to wear a mustache, a pigtail, love-locks, and locks on the temples. Joining as a lad, he brought none of these with him; but a sham pigtail and locks were obtained from the regimental bar ber, and the Sergeant, in accordance with regimental custom, took a pot of blacking and made two enormous hooks on his face, from the upper lip almost to the eyes. On a hot day the blacking drew the skin most unpleasantly. Dr. George L. Glover, head of the veterinary department of the State Agricultural College, Colo rado, and Dr. Lamb, State Veterinary Surgeon, investigated the cause of the death of 150 head of cattle on the range on the Horselly. They found, after a personal examination of the places where the cattle died that death was undoubtedly caused from. a bulb plant carrying a yellow blossom, which is called carnan. It was found to be growing luxuriantly surrounding the dead cattle, and Dr. Lamb expressed the opinion that there was sufficient poison in one blossom to kill several people. He said an animal, after eatingone of these blossoms, would die in less than an hour. The surgeons took the viscera of an ani mal with them and will have it analyzed, in order to report to the ranchmen an antidote which can be administered which will save the cattle when closely guarded. The doctors left for Cimarron, for the purpose of ascertaining whether the cattle which died there were killed from the same poison weed. head. The loss of cattle has been fully 4,000 Colonial diaries and letters make it plain that 'our unfor tunate ancestors suffered much from jumping toothaches, swelled faces and the early loss by forcible extraction of teeth which, at a later period, might have been saved, to render their owners many years of further service. No wondet, since the care of the teeth was little understood and that little often but negligently practised. Toothpicks were known, tooth-brushes were not, although rough substitutes were employed, made of flattened sticks, split and pounded at one end ):o a stiff fibrous fringe. Tooth brushes, when first introduced, were regarded as by no means important accessories to the toilet, but rather as minor luxu ries and suitable for women only. In view of the recent frightful accident from an explosion of gas in one of the coal mines at Reden, near Saarbruecken, Germany, which klled 150 miners, it is interesting to learn what progress has be,en made during the last twenty-five years in securing the lives of men employed in Prussian coal mines against dangers from such explosions. The Prussian authorities have so improved the appliances needed in coal mining and have adopted so many precautionary measures to protect the lives of miners that, while, on the average, 571 miners of every 1,000 ,000 annually lost their lives during the decade 1881-1890, this record has been steadily reduced until, in 1905, only 29 perished from explosion by fire damp. This shows what intelligent, systematic and persistent effort can and does accomplish in saving human lives from danger and accident. JOKES AND JESTS. Lucy Snow-Bill Jackson doan seem able to git a libln' nohow. Sam Johnsing-No, an' he sho' hab tried hard enuff. Lucy Snow-Go 'long, man! Why, he ain't got no gumption nohow. Sam Johnsing-Oh! he got de gumption, all right; but he's too homely. No gal will marry him. A Creek freedman faker, in order to sell the land of his wife and four children, took the buyer out to the cemetery and pointed out five headstones bearing the names of his family. The man who holds the sack has discovered that the woman and children are very much alive, and is hunting for the slick negro with a shotgun. "Here you are, my man," said a gentleman to the porter who had seen to his luggage. "Here's a shilling for you." The porter was about to take the coin when he espied one of the railway directors leaning out of the next eompartment. "We are nod allowed to tek tips, mister," he said in a voice loud enough for the director to hear. "But," he continued in a whisper, "yo con let id drop on th' platform accidentally, an' aw'll se as id doesn'd ged lost." For more than a week the teacher had been giving lessons on the dog, and so when the inspector came down and chose that very subject there seemed every prospect of the class distinguishing itself on brilliant essays about our canine friend. Things were progressing quite satisfactorily, and the master was congratulating himself on the trouble he had taken, when, alas! a question was asked which made him tremble for the reputation of his echolars. "Why does a dog hang his tongue out of his mouth?" asked the inspector. "Yes, my boy?" he said to a bright looking lad who held up his hand, while the light of genius was in his eye. "Please, sir," cried the pupil, "it's to balance his tail!" And the teacher groaned in anguish.

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. AN ADVENTURE WITH PIRATES IN CHINESE WATERS By Col. Ralph Fenton. From tlie year f852 to 1854 t he Chinese Sea, from Shanghai in the north to Singapore in the south, was infested with pirate craft. As for that matter, this sea had been the cruising ground of pirates for a score of years previously, but I men tion these two years for particular reasons. One was that I was engaged in a vigorous warfare against them, and the other that the close of 1854 witnessed the death of the leading spirits The two boss pirates of that date were Shung-Wong and Chin-Lung. The first had a fleet of seven or eight craft, and haunted the sea from Singapore north to the Tong-Kin Islands. '1'he second cruised from thence as far north as Shanghai, having his headquarters at Formosa Island. He was reported to have a fle:et of nine craft. That both were monsters we had a hundred proofs, and that both had grown rich and powerful it was easy to show by the long list of missing vessels hanging in the headquarters office. While we had kept out movements as secret as. possible, we had no doubt that government officials given us away, and that the pirates would be on the watch for us. To deceive them as far as possible, we ran to the south for three days, and spoke and reported to four ships bound for Canton. Then we ran over toward the Philippine and broke up piracy as a trade. In those far' back days comparatively nothing was known Islands until we had a good offing, when we headed up for of China outside of a few seaports. 'Treaties were of little Formosa to get acquainted with old Chin-Lung. account, and consuls were few and far between. Every mer-During the next three days we did not sight a sail of any chant ship was expected to defend herself, and the captain of sort. Then early one morning we fell in with a lot of wreck every ,man-of-war had authority to bombard any town which age which showed us that a trader had been overhauled and refused to renew his water and provisions. burned. We were now to the east of Formosa, and fifty miles All nations were trading with China, but, aside from a few off the coast. Men were set to work to give the schooner the seaports, all China hated all other people. At the docks at appearance of a vessel in distress, and under a light breeze Hong Kong I could drink tea with the Chinese merchants. we made slow headway toward the island. It was about four Half a mile away the people would have cut me to pieces. o'clock in the afternoon before anything approached us, al While t he country wanted to sell its products, it hated the men though we saw a number of native craft at a distance. Then who bought them. While it wanted the goods of other couna small junk came out from a bay about five miles off and tries, it despised the makers and shippers. ThE\re is no doubt headed directly for us. Everything aboard of us seemed to be that the Chinese tacitly encouraged piracy, and, could the great mass of the population have had its say, not a single foreigner would have ever been allowed to land on the coast. In the year '54 there was an association at Canton called "The Foreign Traders." It was composed of Americans, Eng lishmen, Germans, Frenchmen, Spaniards, and Russians, and numbered over sixty representatives. The capital represented amounted to millions, and the object was threefold. we had more power with the Chinese Government than any foreign minister. We had rules and regulations regarding the tea trade. We could carry a point by protests and threats. Every pound of tea from a district 500 miles square had to pass through our hands. We filed many protests against the pirates and the laxity of the government in hunting them down, and were finally officially informed that we were at liberty to take any steps we deemed best in the matter. That meant we could fit out a craft and go for the rascals right and left handed. We had been anticipating this, and had a craft ready at Hong Kong. She was an American schooner of excellent model and large spread of sail, and we knew that she could outsail anything, native or foreign, we had ever seen in those waters. We armed her with a Long Tom and four 24-pounders, having bought the guns from the sale of the salvage of a French man of-war. Then we picked up a crew of fifty men-all foreigners and sailors-and when we went out of Hong Kong we were prepared to give the pirates Hail Columbia. I was purser of the scho,oner, which was called the Revenge, and her captain was an Englishman named Wetherbee, who had served as a commissioned officer in the regular service. The first lieuten ant was an American, and the other officers were divided up among the other nationalities. We flew the association flag, and while we had the liberty to go for pirates, we were warned that any mistakes would be made to cost us dearly, at sixes and sevens. A man was lashed to the mainmast to represent the captain, everything aloft was askew, and the seven or eight men on deck were seemingly arunk and hav ing a high old time. We had a man aloft to play a part, know ing that we should be hailed in English. Both of these boss pirates had Americans and Englishmen with them-rascals who had deserted their ships and voluntarily adopted the life of a pirate-and one of them was always put forward to hail a ship. The junk came steadily forward to within hailing distance before she came up into the wind. This was proof, whether she was honest or not, that our appearance had deceived her. The men on deck yelled and shook their fists, as drunken men might do, but at the first opportunity a voice hailed us. "Schooner ahoy! What schooner is that?" "The Revenge, Captain Thatcher, bound to Shanghai," an swered the man aloft. "What's the matter aboard?" "Crew in a state of mutiny for the last three days. They have lashed the' captain to the mast and driven me aloft." "What's your cargo?" "General merchandise." "Any arms aboard?" a few muskets." There were a dozen men aboard the junk, but they dared not attempt to board. They chattered away among themselves for a while, and then the spokesman called out: "Very well, we will bring you help." With that the junk headed back for the bay, accompanied by the yells and curses of the apparently drunken crew. We had a native aboard called Shin-Lee. He had been in the headquarters office for several years, and could be depended upon. He gave it as his opinion that the junk was a spy-boat sent out by the pirates, who never attacked a vessel by day-

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 29 light without taking all due precautions. He said we would her to Hong Kong. She reached that port safely, and our see the pirate fleet come out in case no sail appeared on the salvage money went far to reimburse the company for its horizon, and his words were speedily verified. We had been outlay. gradually edging in shore, and were not over five miles from When we sailed out of the bay it was to look for the boss the land, when we caught sight of five junlrn coming out after pirate. He was nearer than we thought for. At eight o'clock us. There was a good working breeze, and now, as was only next morning we saw bis fleet dead ahead, on its way back natural, we began to claw off. By seeming to want to get away to Formosa, empty banded, and by ten we had the junks under fire. These were a braver lot of men. Knowing that they very badly, but by carefully manipulating the helm, we were could not outsail us, and seeming to suspect that we were seven miles off the land before the fleet reached us. We were satisfied of their intentions long enough before. It was not to an enemy, they closed right in for a fight. It did not last long, however. We had one man killed by the fall of a block fr.om help a vessel in distress, but to take advantage of one almost aloft, and three or four wounded by the bullets from their helpless. ancient firearms, and in return not a man of them escaped. The junks kept pretty well together, and when within rifle In less than an hour's fighting, altogether, we sent nine junks shot each one raised Chin-Lung's flag and uttered a cheer. and 200 men to destruction. Butchery, was it? Well, call it Each had a couple of howitzers, with which they opened fire so; but remember t)1at in the previous twelve months the fleet on the schooner, but no harm had been done when we were of this old pirate had captured no less than ten foreign craft ready to spring the trap. At the word of command every man and six traders, and that every man, woman and child aboard was on deck, the gun crews jumped to their stations, and had been murdered. There was no sentiment about Chin-Lung. He thought of nothing but blood and plunder, and he would things aloft were shipshape in a moment. Then we wore round to get between the pirates and the bay, and opene_?fire. A Chinese junk is a mere shell. Our solid shot went through them as if they had been paper. The poor devils were un-cut a child's throat with a smile on his face. We were now ready to sail in search of Sbung-Wong, who bad less power, but who was just as great a villain. These two leaders had divided up the territory and compelled all nerved as soon as they saw the trap into which they had fallen, lesser piu:.tes to join them and come under their control. So, and devoted all their energies to getting away. We could then, we had. only two men to strike at to down the whole lot. outsail any of the junks, but it was quick work with four of At the cl0se of the third day after heading for the south we them. They were sent to the bottom, one after another, and came upon. the track of the piratical fleet. A trader in wo?dS as we came up with the fifth we ran her down. Our stem and dye-stuffs had been 'Overhauled about a hundred miles struck her full on the starboard side and cut her almost in north of the northern group of Philippines, called the Little two. She had at least thirty men. aboard, and there was one Philippines. The crew consisted of three men and a boy, and long, despairing shriek as they went down to watery graves. the vessel had only part of a cargo. Shung-Wong bad boarded A few came up to clutch at the wreckage and beg to be taken her himself, and although the crew were native Chinese, he aboard, but not one of them would the captain lend a hand to. could not restrain his bloody hand. He demanded a sum equal Such as the sharks did not get hold. of drifted out to sea to $300 in American money. There was only about $20 aboard, with the tide. It was a fearful retribution, but these men and he personally cut the captain's throat, had the others were monsters. Inside of thirty minutes from the time we flogged, and went on his way to the Bay of Luzon, which is opened fire the fleet was at the bottom and at least a hundred on the west side of the island by that name. We spoke to pirates had paid the penalty of their crimes. the trader, and received from her terrified crew the incidents Our captain was lamenting the fact that he had not picked above narrated, and then shaped our course for the bay. up one or two in order to secure information, when there was As luck would have it, an American ship called the Joseph a row forward, and it was announced that a pirate had been Taylor was ahead of us, and as she passed down the coast found hanging to the. chains. When brought aft he was ready was attacked by the fleet, about seven miles off shore. We to do anything to save his life. His name was Mung-Hang, heard the rumpus about an hour before daylight. There was and he had good cause to 'believe we would reverse it. He but little breeze, and though greatly outnumbered, the crew was captain of the junk we had run down, and was ready to of the Taylor beat the pirates off. At daylight the wind fresh tell us all about old Chin-Lung. The bay was his rendezvous, ened, and we slid in between the junks and the shore just as but his plunder was hidden on the coast near Foo-Chow. There were barracks for the men up the bay, and thirty or forty men there at that moment. They had captured a French brig several days before, and she was then at anchor in the bay, waiting for Chin-Lung's return. He was then up among the Lioo Kioo Islands with four junks to capture a large ship which had drifted into shoal water, but was not abandoned. If we would spare his life he they were preparing for a second We were no sooner within range than we opened on them, and, seeing escape cut off, the fellows tried hard to lay us aboard. In thirty minutes from the opening of the fight we had sunk or run down every junk and disposed of pirate, and only bad four men wounded in doing it. Our work had been done so promptly and well that it struck terror to the hearts of an evil-doers in those seas, and it was would pilot us anywhere and prove his gratitude in any way. several years before another act of piracy was committed. The Shin-Lee took him in hand for a few minutes, and then an Chinese Government returned its thanks to the association, nounced that we could depend upon him. We ran into the ship owners sent in contributions of money to express their bay, brought up alongside the brig, and sent forty men ashore gratitude, and when we came to sell the schooner to the Chi to clean out the place. N9t a pirate was to be seen, all having nese Government as a cruiser, the company was financially 1bolted for the woods. Everything which would burn was set ahead. It was probably the briefest cruise and attended with on fire, and a prize crew was put aboard the brig to navigate ti.le greatest results recorded of an armed vessel.

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S ., author of "Ilow to Hypnotize," etc. PA LMISTRY. No. 82 HOW T O D O PALMISTRY.-Containing the most ap p roved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full exp lanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and t h e key for telling character by the bumps on the head. By Leo Hugo A. C S lJ"'ully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83 HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in struc ti ve i nformati o n regarding the science of hypnotism. Also expl a i n i ng t h e most approved methods which are employed by the leading h y pnotists of the world By Leo Hugo Koch A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND E'ISH.-The most complete hunt i ng and fishing guide ever published. It contains .full in structions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping ana fishing, tog ethe r with descriptions of game and fish No. 26 HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully ill ustrated. Every boy sl10uld know how to row and sail a boat. Full instructi ons are given in this little book, together with in struc ti o n s o n swimming and riding, comp;tnion sports to 'boating. No. 47 HOW 'l'O BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE. A compl et e t r eatise o n the horse Describing the most usefu l horses for bu s in e s s, t he bes t horses fo r the road ; a lso val uable recipes for disea s es p eculia r to the horse No. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy book f o r boys containing fu ll directions for constructing canoes and th e mos t popular manne r o f sailing them. Fully illus trated. By O. S tansfiel d Hicks. F ORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK. Containing the great o r ac l e of human destiny; also the true mean in g of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and c u rious games of cards. A complete book. No. 23. HOW 'l'O EXPLAIN DREAM8.-Elver ybody dreams, from the littl e child to the aged man and woman This little book gives the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lucky and u n l ucky ,lays, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28 HOW TO TELL FORTUNES.-Everyone is desirous of knowi n g w hat hi s future li fe will bring forth, whethe r happiness or misery, wealth o r poverty You can tell by a glance at this little book. Buy one and be convinced 'l'e ll your own fortu ne. Tell the fortune of you r friends. No. 76. HOW TO '.rELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.Containi ng rules for telling fortunes by the aid of Jines of the hand, o r t he secret of palmi stry. Also the secret of telling future events by a i d of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated, By A Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6 HOW T O BECOME AN A'l'HLETE.-Giving fu ll in struction for the use o! dumb bells, Indian clubs, parnllel bars, h orizonta l bars and various other methods o( developing a good, h ea l thy muscle; containing over sixty Every boy can b ecome strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained in this little book No. 1 0 IIO\V T O BOX.-The art o f self-defense made easy No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em brac ing all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with il lw;trations. By A. Ande1'SOn. No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading conjurors and magicians. Arranged fo r home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the also most popular magical illusions as performed by oui: mag1c1ans; every boy should obtain a co py of this book, as 1t will both amuse and instruct. No. 22. IIOW TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ s i gh t explained bJ: his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on _the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 113. HOW 'l'O BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Oontaining the gran!1est a ssortment ?f illu sions ever placed befor e the pubhc. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW 'l' O DO CHEl\lICAL TlUCKS.-Contaiuing o ve r one hundred highly amus ing and instructive trick s with che mi ca ls. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Contai ning o ve r fifty of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also this book to cerd tricks; of card. witl?-otdinl!-ry cards, and not requiring No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con of tricks mvolvmg sleight-of-hand, or the use of taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject tecially prepared cards. By Professo r Haffner. Illustrated. also rules for punctuation a n d composition wi t h spe ci men letters'.

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---, THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great v ariety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without th is wonderful little book. No .. THE OF NEW YORK STUMP SPE.A.KER. C onta1?mg a vaned asso,rtn;ient of stump speeches, Negro, Dutch a nd Irish. Also end men s J okes. J usj; the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows No. 45 THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE JOK:l:!l new and very instructive. Every boy should obtam this book, as it contams full instructions for or1 a nizing an amateur minstrel troupe. No. 65. MULDOON'S JOKES.-'l'his is one o f the most original j ok e books ever published, and i t i s brimful of wit and humor It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums etc'. of Terr ence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical' of the day. ]J]very boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should o btain a copy immediately No. 79. HOW TO BECOME .A.N .A.CTOR.-Containing com p lete instructions how to make up for various characters on the s tage; together with the duties of the Stege Manager Prompter S cenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. No. 80. GU;: WILLI.A.MS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat es t j okes, anecdotes and fpnny stories of this world-renowned and e ve r popular German comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome c olor e d cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 16. HOW TO KEEP .A. WINDOW G.A.RDEN.-Containing f u ll instructions fo1 constructing a window garde n e i ther in town or country, and the most approve d methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub li shed. No. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the most Instructive books o n cooking ever published. It contains recip e s for cooking m eats fish, game, and oysters ; also pies, puddings, cakes arrtl all kinds of p astLy, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular c ooks. No. 37. H O W TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for e veryb o d y boys, girls, men and women; it will t e a c h you bow to make al most a n ything around the house, su c h as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, .A.eolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE .A.ND USE ELECTRICITY.-'A: de scripti o n of the wouderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism; togethe r w t t b full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries, e tc. By G e o rge Trebel, .A.. M., M. D. Containing over fifty il lustrations No. 6 4 HOW TO l\IAKE ELECTRICAL M.A.CHINES.-Con taining foll
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