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STORlfS Of BOYS WH D MAKE MONEY. As Hiram Ridley swung around the corner he came into collision with Broker Meade who was rapidly approaching from the opposite direction. The impact. was a. startling and unexpected surprise to each. They rebounded like a pair of rubber balls.


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF. BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY luved Weekl11-B11 Subscription 12.60 per year. Entered. according to Act of !Jongreaa, in. the year 190'1, in the ojfice of the Librarian of ConoreBB, Wa.hington, D. C., bl/ Frank Tomey, Publiaher, 2cl Union Squar, New No. 116. NEW YORK, DECEMBER 20, 1907. PRICE 5 CENTS. BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK DB, TIPS By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. BEN PREVENTS A TRAGEDY. Click-click-click! Click click! Click-click-click! 'The ticker beside Broker Durand's desk, in his private office, suddenly struck up its metallic music after a brief interval of silence. The broker, with face ashen and drawn, gla red at the white iape reeling out from under the glass cover in a jerky kind of way. He made no attempt to look at it this time. The last quotations, a moment or two before, had spelled ruin within half a point, and with the market going off at the rate of a full point at a clip, and no hope in sight of a chang e for the better, there was no reason why the lat est figures on the tape were not a confirmation of the disaster which had overtaken the broikerage firm of Durand & Berry, in common with others, that morning. The firm was heavily loaded up with D. & G. shares, in anticipation. of a continuance of the previous day's rise. Never had the Stock Exchange, when it closed down the previous afternoon at three, folded its tents with surer con fidence of a continued rise in D. & G., which had been the center of the wilde t kind of excitement all that day. The fight involved the largest interests of the Street. Bulls and bears had fought out the battle with dogged stubbornness, but the bulls steadily and triumphantly over came all opposition and the stock had roosted at 90. 'fhere had been record-breaking sales, and the last half hour liad carried the whole list of up with it. I The stiffness of the price at the close, which had never wavered as block after block of shares were thrown on the market, induced many brokers to repurchase at aJoss what they had sold a few minutes before, for it looked as though they had sold themselves into a trap, and that nothing could prevent D. & G. going to 100 on the morrow. Everything pointed in that when Jack Berry, the junior partner of Durand & Berry, left the office a few minutes before ten to look after the firm's interests on the floor of th, e Exchange. Mr. Durand had come to the office ea. rly, confident and jubilant. Everything seemed to be coming their way. The junior partner had been instructed to begin unload ing at around 98, and Mr. Durand was already figuring up the big proflts he saw within his grasp. Such was the condition of things on the surface when the chairman's gavel announced the opening of business at ten. Then, in a. of an eye, the whole situation was altered. A powerful clique of bea. rs, who had sat up half the night planning, the campaign of theda.y, jumped on D & G. Their onslaught was like the. appearance on the field of battle at a critical moment of a large body of reserves, fresh and aggressive. Panic seized upon the heretofore confident bulls, and the slaughter began. D & G. began to tumble, and its retreat soon became a rout. Broker Durand, sitting with the tape in his hand in full expectation of seeing the stock open at above 90, looked at


2. BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. the quotations that flowed out of the instrument in silent dismay revolving c:hair, giabbed the weapon and wrenched it rough ly from bis employer's hand. "!:row dare-'' almost snarled the broker. "Read that note," cried Ben, pressing an envelope in lo his boss's band. In twenty minutes lJ. & G. was dropping tinder 80, and the broker gasped as he sawi all his paper profits vanishing like a puff of white stea.m. With trembling hand he :finally dashed off a note to his "Note be--" partner, cu.lled Ben Bassford, his messenger, and sent him "It's rush. Mr. Berry wants immediate instruc tions. D. with it at lightning speed to the Exchange. & G. has been halted and is 1:P again. :i:rad-Then he continued to watch thetsliunp of the market with don has come on the floor and is tak1ngrevety share sight. a stolid look. They say he has millions at his and that he will snow At l gth D & G h d :fi 1 that another the bears under before the day is over. Read the note, d enld th :fi. reac et fathgure please, and let me have the answer like greasedlightning !" rop wou e rm ou o e mar e U ;i d' t B B cl 1 r.rb.en the ticker stopped as if to.take breath, and Broker or mary circums ances, en ass or P D d nk b k h' h 'th th ds "Ru1 ..... 00 everyday messenger, would never lrnve dreamed of talking ura.n sa ac in is c air w1 e wor .u; abso lutely ruined I" on his lips. to Mr Durand m that strennou.s tone. A:t that moment the ticker began again as we have shown It would ?ave rank mutmy. :::t the opening o;f t his chapter. But now it was difl'.erent. The broker was so sure that, with the first stroke of the He was the of the ; the Rubicon was passed that he made no effort He bad saved his life, and he k_new that he 1 k t th t must carry 11 reply to the JUmor partner at railroad speed. o oo a e ape agam. h d t The sudden plunge from triumph to despair was too He saw that Mr. was dazed, and so e use s rong much for him language to rouse him up And his words and attitude had their effect. It was as if the ground had given way from under hnn At th t th doorway was :filled with the excited and he was sinking down---Oown into the bottomless pit of f de lerks while P""'sons attracted from fi 1 bl. aces 0 e ca Ier an c vL nancia 0 ivrnn. the corridor began thronging the reception room, eager to How could he face.his wife, whom hJl that mo.rn1 tl f th hot cl 11 h h h 1 earn 1e cause o e s mhf?ldw1th the ail r ofha and te ter t tehtrutt t; 1t1s Broker Durand, paying no attention to what was going c 1 ren to w 1om a promise presen s w1 ou s m ; on around him, tore open the envelope and read the note. Ins brother brokers on the Street before whom be had Whatever it contajned, his face lighted up with an exshouted before he was out of the wood? pression of hope, and turning to his desk. he wrote a brief He could not. reply and handed it to Ben without an envelope. What, then, he do? The boy turned on his heel, pushed his way through the The. answer lay m a drawer at his olbow. clerks who wanted to !mow what had happened, shoved the A s1lv<"-pfated bulldog revolver. outsiders aside, dashed through the corridor, down the stairs In death, and death .only, could he :find a refuge from the to the street, and ran like a cra,zy boy for the messengers' fate that confronted him. entrance of the Exchano-e. The suggestion was equivalent to the realization. 0 There was no hes itati on about his movements when he drew the weapon, cocked it and placed it to hh, temple. Then he paused to hurl a dying imprecation at the soul less instrument that was still clicking off its tale of ruin to the many-its success to the few-when--Ben Bassford rushed into the room without the :formality of knOC'king. He paused in horror at the sight that met his gaze. His face went white and his blood froze in his veins. But for a moment. He tore off his ha.t and flung it, quick as lightning, at the hanc1 that held the revolver, for he felt he could not cover the space himself in time to prevent a tragedy. The hand of Providence mnst directed his aim, for, straight as an arrow from the bow, the hat flew through the air and struck the broker's wrist just as he pulled the trig ger There was a loud explo::iion that startled the whole office, as well as the passing people in the ccmidor, a.nd a crash of glass. The bullet had missed the broker's head and broken one of the big panes of the window oYerlooking Wall Street. As Broker Durand turned a startled and aggressive look at the boy, Ben cleared the space between the door and the CHAPTER II. BEN AND THE STENOGRAPHER. "Ben Bassford, you saved my life. You saved my soul from the crime of self destruction, and you saved my family from grief and shame I than:k you from the bottom of my heart, and I assure you that the service you have this day rendered me is one I never shall forget." Thus spoke Broker Durand, fifteen minutes later, when Ben returned from the Exchange. The young messenger stood respectfully at his elbow, after laying the revolver, which he had canied away wit h him in his pocket, on his employer's desk. The ticker was clicking away just the same as evel'. But it seemed to have a different sound now. At any rate, it was steadily recording a rise now in D. & G., where before it had been registering a slump. Already the :firm of Durand & Berry was out of danger, for the time being, at least, for at no time in Wall Street can one tell with absolute certainty tha.t he is not in danger of a relapse. 'l'hus, in the short space of a quarter cf an hour Broker Durand was raised from the depths of despair to the pin nacle of hope.


BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 3 And he deeply grateful to the boy, the lowest employee in his office, who was responsible or his being in a position to see the bright lining on the cloud which for a time hung over. his fortunes and life. "I am glad that I arrived in-time to prevent you carrying out such a rash act, sir,'s replied Ben, earnestly. "I simply did my duty to you as I saw it, and I hope you will excuse the rough maIBle'l' in. which I felt obliged to act." "Don't mention it, Ben," replied Durand. "! you had broken half the bones in my body, I should still be grateful to you. But for your prompt action I must noo have been a corpse," he added, with a shudder, "and the newspapers would have had another sensation to record." "I'm thankful that I cheated them out 0 the news,'' re plied Ben. cheerfully. "Have you any orders, sir?" "None at present. I will talk to you further about this matter when I have more time." Ben bowed and retired to his chair in the waiting room. Now that the excitement of the last half hour was over, and he had time to think, the boy began to wonder how he had managed to keep his wits about him whe n brought so unexpectedly face to face with a greatemergency when so much had depended on instantaneous action. One only knows what he is capable of when the occasion arises that calls for all that's in him. Not one boy in a thousand, probably, would hav e save d Broker Durand's life under similar circumstances. It was Ben's abihty to think and act simultaneously on the spur 04' the moment that did the trick, and that is a valuable quality not often met with in man or boy. After such an exhibition on his ptirt it is almost super fluous for u to say that Ben Bassford was a smart boy. There is no question.about..i.t. He was a good boy, too-a-good son to a widowed mother, and a goodbrother to an invalid si s ter. His wages helped to support the little family the balance of their income being provided by Mrs. Bassford outof the meager fees she reeeived as an instructor on the piano. Ben, his mother and sister lived in a modest little fiat in Harlem, a.Ild they had a continual struggle to make ends meet from week to week. Our young messenger had been working in Wall s.treet for a matter of two years. During all that time he had kept his eyes wide open, learning all he could with an eye to the future, for he didn't expect to be always a messenger. Some daw he expected to provide his mother and sister not ooly with all the comforts of a nice home, but with many of the luxuries. The sooner he was in a position to do that the better he would be satisfied, and con s equently he devoted all his energies to trying to get ahead in the world. Ben was a favorite in the office. Everybody, from the head of the house down, with one exception, liked him. The one exception was Enoch Ridge, a freckle-faced youth, who hacl been promoted to i.he counting room when Ben got his job in the office. Enoch took a grouch against Ben from the first, and the grouch lasted. His reasons for disliking Ben were known only to him self. Possibly he was jealous of the messenger's growing pop ularity. He had never been popular himself, either at the office or elsewhere. One of his later reasons was the interest the pretty sten ographer, Millie Saunders, showed in Ben-an interest he coveted himself, but couldn't gain Millie and Ben were certainly the best of friends. His politeness to, and consideration for, the girl had won her goodwill. He wasn't a fresh youth, like Enoch, and, consequently, she was not afraid to be familiar with him When he brought her a bunch of her favorite flowers, or, when he could afford it, a small box of good candy, she readily accepted his gift in the spirit he offered it. When Enoch did the same thing she turned his presents down, for Enoch's manners were not pleasing to her. Ben had hardly taken his seat in the reception room when the cashier called him into the counting room. "How did that pistol happen to go off. in Mr. Durand's privab room, Ben?" he asked the young messenger with great curiosity. "Well, sir, Mr. Durand had it in his hand, looking at it, I suppose, when I entered his room in a hurry, and my sud den appearance, without knocking, may have caused him to pull the trigger." "Oh, that was it, eh? Well, it raised the deuce of a com motion. We had considerable trouble in clearing the wait ing room of the outsiders who flocked in, 'thinking some body had been shot." "The only thing that suffered was the window." "It's funny the boss should be looking at his revolver at sue:h an important moment when D. & G., in which we are so heavily interested, was going down-hill as hard as it could go." "Yes lots of funny things happen j.n this world," replied Ben, trying to change the.subject. "For instance, there's a friend of mine who never likes to boa."d a Jersey City or a Brooklyn ferryboat." "Why doesri't he?" "Because it makes him cross." "Makes him cross?" "Yes-the river," and Ben, without a smile, walked over to Millie's desk to ask her if the report.of the revolver had frightened her. "It did, indeed, very much," she answered. "I was afraid somebody was hurt." "No, there was no damage done except to the window and your feelings." "Who discharged the revolver? Mr. Durand?" "Yes." "How came he to do it?" Accidents will happen in the best regulated families," replied Ben, evasively. "I supposed it was an accident when I heard that nobody was hurt." "I don t suppose that you know that the firm came within an ace of being wiped out this morning in the slump of D. & G." "No, is that really a fact?" she asked, in a startled tone. "It is. You can thall'k your stars that the appearance of


4: BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. a broker named Haddon in the Exchange at a critical mo ment saved you your job." "I suppose you're 'thankful, too, for the same reas on," she said, with a smile "I won't deny it. I can't afford to be cast on my uppers these days. Things are altogether too strenuous with the family. Mother wouldn't know how to tum herself if I was out of work for even a week or two." "The danger you mentioned is all over, I suppose "I believe so, though there's no telling what might hap pen i f the market went on the tolioggan again The unex pected drop in prices wiped out a great many speculators. I wouldn t be surprised if the Street was strewn with finan cial wrecks." "Nor I," replied the stenographer. "I don t see why so many people take the risk s they do down h ere As soon as one bunch is cleaned out another takes its place There seems to be a constant current setting toward Wall Street." "There is, or the bro'kers would do littl e business The o utside public come here because they think they are going to malrn money out of the brokers. That's where they fool thems elves The brokers live on the outside public." "The outside public aren't the only ones who spe culate. The cle rks, messenger boys, and other employees of the dis trict drop their money in the Street just as easily as do the lambs Enoch Ridge has been spec ulating for the last year through a little bank on Nassau Street "'Did he tell you so?" "Yes And Will Taylor told me so, also. Re said that Ridge has lost most of his wages in one stock or another." "I hope to do better than that if I ever get the chance to t r y my luck." "I hope you'll never try it in the stock market." "Oh there s money to be made in stocks if you g o t o work about it right. There are people who--" Mr. Durand rang for Ben at that moment, so he had to leave what he was going to say unfinished. CHAPTER III. HIRAM RIDLEY OF MADISON CORNERS, NEW JERSEY. When Ben reached the corridor with a note in his hand for a brokeJ.' on Exchange Place, he met his friend9 Dick Fanshaw, who worked for Broker Luther Meade, on the same floor, bound on an errand in the same direction. "Hello, Ben," s aid Dick, "what was the excitement about in your office a littl e while ago?" What excitement?" "Oh, come off! I heard that Mr. Durand fired off a revolver What did he do it for?" "How should I know?" "You were in the office at the time, weren't you?" "Yes." "Then you ought to know something about it." "It is not my business to inquire into Mr. Durand's actions." "That's all right; but it was a curious thing for him to fire off his gun. Was somebody tryin,g to hold him up?" "No t to my knowledge." "Oh, come, no,w, what are you so close about? What' s the mystery? "I don t know that there's any mystery about the matter The gun simply went off and the bullet smashed one of the panes in his window. That's all there is to it." "What was he monkeying with his gun for? There mu s t have been some reason for him having his revolver in his hand." "That's his business, not mine." "The fact of the matter is, you don't want to tell what you know. Isn't that it?" "There isn't anything to tell "I sho ul d think you'd be willing to satisfy a :fellow's curiosity. The shot raised a deuce of a commotion, so I heard. I was out at the time, or I'd been in your office in a brace of shakes "It wouldn't have done you any good if you had come in. There was a crowd in there, and they didn't learn anything, for it was none of their business "I heard that the superintendent of the building was making inquiries.'' "I suppose he had a right to do that. The report of a pisto-1 in a Wall Street building is something out of the usual, and it was his business to look into it. We might have had a dynamite crank, or something of that kind, in our office. People with bats in their belfry are going around a ll the time, and you never can tell when they may break out." "It wasn't anything of that kind, was it?" "No. "Sure that it wasn't some cus tomer who got caught in the slump this morning and went crazy over his losses?" "Nothing of that kind Our customers are all level headed." "You're lucky. Wfive got several whom I wouldn t trust any further than I could see them. Regular cranks. Think when they put the money up that they ought to win every time. If they don't they blame the boss. "I wouldn't have such people around if I were Mr. Meade. "Neither woul d I," replied Fanshaw; "but we have them, just the same "ls your boss interested in D. & G. ?" "Guess not, or he'd have a fit, the way things are going. First it's a boom, and everybody crazy thinking how much money they 're going to make. Then it's a s lump, and every body crazy because they are on the wrong side. And then a boom again, with all the people who were sold out because their margins were exhausted kicking because they're out of it. I tell you these are hot times, all ri ght." "Yes, they're pretty sultry around this neighborhood'. There 's been fortunes won and lost since yesterday morning. Money changes hands quicker down here than any oth er place in the world, that I know of." "It's a wonder many of the brokers,don'tego grayhe.aded in a day I don't see how they stand the strain of such times as we are having on the Exchange now. If a man had a weak heart I should think he'd keel over. I haven t heard of any one going under, though." "The broker s who have weak hearts keep out of the Ex change, I guess, and let the younger men do the strenuous work. Well, I'm going in here. I'll see you late r." When Ben came out of the building ten minutes later he almost butted into a tall, ungainly-looking individual with


BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 5 chin whiskers, a store suit of clothes, and an old-fashioned carpet-bag. There wasn't any doubt that he was a countryman, pure and simple. His face and hands had a leathery, sunburned appearance that s howed that most of his time was spent in the open air at work The carpet-bag alone was enough to attract attention to him. It was the most wonderful -l ooking bag Ben had ever seen in his life. It had bright-hued ornamental patches that fairly daz zled one by their brilliant coloring. A comedian on the stage with his get-up would have raised an instantaneous laugh, and yet, though the man a p pear e d to be a jay in apparel, his shrewd :face belied the impression that he was a fool. He appeared to be looking for some office, and had such a puzzled expression on his countenance that Ben thought he'd see if he couldn't help him out. "Are you looking for some broker?" the bov asked him, politely. "Wal, I reckon," replied the-man. "I'm Hiram Ridley, from Madison Corners, Jersey, and I'm lookin' for Luther Meade, stock broker. Kin you steer me to his office?" "Luther Meade? Yes, sir. His office is in the same building where I work, on Wall Street. I'm going back there now, so I'll show you the way." "Wal, now, I thought this here was Wall Street," replied Mr. Ridley. "r o, this is Exchange Place." "And what's that little lane back here? You don't call that a stree t, do you?" "Yes, sir. That' s New Street." "A new street, eh? Darn my pumpkins I should thi'nk they'd make it some size. Why, you kin hardly drive a waggin through that place." "Prope rty is very valuable down in this locality. They can't afford much space for streets." "I s'pose that's why they build sich tall buildin's around here. By gosh I don't see how they do it. I should think they'd fall over." "No danger of that, sir. They're put up to stay." "I shouldn't want to 1ive in no sich place as this," said Mr. Ridley, shaking his head. "Them buildin's shet out all the s un and air. Wal, let's be goin'." As they drew near the corner of Exchange Place and Broad Street, Mr. Ridley noticed the string of pedestrians pu s hing up toward Wall and especially about a dozen messenger boys on the run. ''By gosh! There must be a fire!" he said, excitedly. '"Come on, let's see where it is," and he started forward at a swinging pace that carried him several yards ahead of Ben, before the boy could get a hustle on to keep up with him. 'rhen it was that the unexpected happened. As Hiram Ridley swung around the corner he came into collision with Broker Meade, who was rapidly approaching from the opposite direction. The impact was a startling and unpleasant surprise to each. They rebounded like a pair of rubber balls. The stranger from Madison Corners dropped his varie gated valise and threw up his hands, while the broke1 clapped one hand to his nose, which had sustained a severe bump. The hats of both men fell to the sidewalk The carpet-bag flew open and spread a portion of its con tents, including a bag of $20 gold pieces, a ll around its owner. The incident had been observed by a score of passers-by and a roar of laughter went up from the onlookers "Gol darn it, mister, can't you see where you're goin' ?" ejaculated Mr. Ridley "Why in thunder canit you see where you're going your self?" roared Broker Meade, in a great rage, for not only had his nose suffered, but, being a stout man, his stomac h had also received a blow that nearly took the wind out of "Wal, I kin see my way around, I reckon, if folks didn't butt into me. I s'pose you thought 'cause I'm from Jersey you kin play football with me Wal, now, you're as mis taken as if you'd lost your shirt." "You're an insolent fellow, and I've a great mind to hand you over to the police." "I don't think you will hand me over to no police. If you want to fight this thing out right here I'll go you," and Mr Ridley began to roll up the cuffs of his coat to show that he meant business. The crowd which had quickly gathered, and was moment arily increasing in proportions, hailed this pugilistic mani festation on the countryman's part with shouts of approval. The spectators thought they saw fun ahea.d. If it hadn't been for Ben, who, at the beginning of the trouble, sprang forward and picked up Mr. Ridley's bag of money, and shoved it, with his other property, into the carpet-bag, his wealth would probably have vanished when the crowd closed in on the principals of the incident. Broker uttered a snort of disgust at the country man's defiant attitude, and picking up his hat, forced his way through the mob and hurried away, just as a policeman came up to inquire into the cause of the disturbance CHAPTER IV. BEN PILOTS MR. RIDLEY TO UIS OWN OFFICE. Mr. Ridley regarded the policeman with a good dea.l of suspicion. "What do you want, anyway?" he said, in an aggressive tone. "I want to know what's the trouble around here," replied the officer, taking out his little memorandum book. "Oh, you do? Wal, then, why don't you ask that man that butted into me? He's the cause of the hull thing. I was just startin' for the fire when--" "What fire? What are you talking about?" "There's a fire up the street, ain't there? I seen a hull slew of people rushin' along this here cross street, boys runnin', and I dunno what Hain't there a fire?" "No, there isn't a fire," replied the policeman, testily. "You'd better move on, or I'll run you in." "Run me in Where'll you run me into?" "The station house."


6 BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. ---------=-= ===;::::::======.:=================== "I don't reckon you will. I ain't done nothin' to be run in for." "Then move on, d'ye hear?" ,., At this point Ben, fearing complications, interfered and explained to the policeman how the trouble had happened ''That's how it was, eh?" replied th'e officer. "What's your name, sir ?" to the J erseyman "What do yo{1 want to know my name for?" asked Mr. Ridley, suspicious of some k:incl of a bunco game. "I've got to make a note of it.',. "His name is Hiram Ridley, officer," said Ben. "Where does he live?" "Madison Corners, New Jersey," answered Ben "I reckon you ain't got no right to tell all I told you," said Mr. Ridley, l ooking at Ben in an offended way. "The policeman has a right to ask you your name and address, Mr. Ridley/' replied Bert, in an explanatory tone "Wal, if he has it's all right, I s'pose. I ain't much used to York City ways. "The other gentleman is Broker Luther Meade, of No. \Vall Street," said Ben to the officer. "What's that?" exclaimed Mr. Ridley "Was that there man Luth er 1\Ieade ?" "Yes, sir." "The stock I asked you to steer me to?" "Yes, sir." "Wal, gol darn me, if I'm goin' to call on him now. He ain't no gentleman. He writ me a letter offerin' to buy my minin' stock and put the money in some stock that he said was goin' to boom. I reckon I'll go to somebody else. Do you 1.11ow a good broker you could recommend me to ?" ''Sure," 8aid Ben. "I'll introduce you to my boss. "Is he a good broker?" "One of the best in Wall Street "Then we'll go and see him. Come on." The crowd faded away as rapidly as it had gathered, the policeman sauntered off, and Ben, with Mr Ridley in tow, started 'for Wall Street. "This here is a good, wide thoroughfare. What avenoo do you call it?" said Mr Ridley to Ben. "This is Bro ad Street." "I reckon it's broad enough, but what do you call it?" 'Broad Street is the name of it." "Oh, I understand. Excuse me, I didn't catch on. Where is Wall StrEet ?" "Right up yonder where yo'u see the sub treasury build ing." "That white buildin' with a ll them wide steps?" "That's right." "Say, what buildin' is this? It's a gol-darned fine one." "This is the New York Stock Exchange." "You don't say!" replied Mr. Ridley, stopping and star ing at it. "This is where all them bulls and bears cavort around, ain't it?" "Correct," chuckled Ben. "I was goin' to ask Broker Meade to take me in to see the fun. Maybe your boss would do that if I do business with him." "He might let me take you around to the visitors' gallery, though I'm pretty busy these days." "I ehould like to go I told my wife Maria that I'd take in all ihe sights before I got back, and I want to do it. I'm willin' to make it worth your while." "I shouldn't charge you anything if I had the time." "Wal, what's your time worth? I could hire you for a day, couldn't I?" "No, sir, P'm afraid not." ''I'm sorry for that. I rather like you. I think you're a real clever boy. I kin tell a smart boy when I look at him." "So you think I'm smart, do you, Mr. Ridley?" laughed Ben "I'll allow that you're 'bout as smart as they come. I kin see it croppin' out of your face." "Now we're on Wall Street, 1\Ir. Ridley," said Ben, as they were crossing over from Broad Street. Mr. Ridley stopped and looked up and down the thor oughfare with a great deal of cui-iosity "So this here is Wall Street, where all the stock tradin' is done, eh?" "Yes, sir." ''And what's that there church yonder with the big clock?" "That's Trinity Church." "So this is Wall Street. I s'pose all Lhem buildin's is full ol'capita1ists, and stock brokers, and sieh like?" "Yes, sir." "They say there's more money in Wall Street than in any other place on the globe I wonder where ifs kept?" "In tl1e banks, and trust companies, safe deposit vaults, and in circulation." "I wish Maria was here. She'd be tickled to death to see all these buildin's, some of 'em so tall that it makes you dizzy to look up at 'em What's that thing down yonder in the air? I thought I seen some cars nmnin' on it." "That's the elevated railroad." "Wal, I heard a hull lot about them cars that run in the air. Deacon Smith, of Blair;;ville, near the Corners, rid on 'em every time he come to York. He saicl they was as safe as though they was on the ground." "They're safe enough," replied Ben. "I reckon I must take a ride on 'em afore I go back." "Here's our office building, Mr. Ridley. W fire on the second floor, so there isn't any 11se of taking the elevator Just follow me/' and Ben led the way up the flight of mar ble stairs. Ben told M:r. Ridley to take a scat and then he knocked at the door of the private office. Receiving no answer, he looked in and saw that Mr. Durand was out. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ridley, but my boss is out. I'll have to take you to another broker, I suppose, if you're in a hurry." "I dunno as I'm in a hurry," replied the countryman. "I might go out, take a look around and come back." "I'm afraid you wouldn't find the building again easily. I'll give you one of our cards, and then you can inquire your way back You want to sell some mining stock, I believe?" "I reckon that's right." "What's the name of the mine, where is it, and how many shares have you?" "It's the Little Mohawk Silver Mining Co., somewhere out in Nevadr I've got 10,000 shares of the stuff which


BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. cost me fifteen cents a share I've been holdin' on to it nigh on to three years, expectin' to make my fortin out of it, but I guess I was buncoed, for Deacon Smith told ine that he looked it up for me ancl said that it warn't worth more'n ten cents a share now. Broker Luther Meade writ me that he'd give me 9 1-2 cents a share, so I concluded to come to York and malrn a trade "Mr. Durand will give you all that it is worth "How kin he tell what it's worth?" "By the daily market reports of the Western exchanges "Wal, I don't know what them thi.ogs are, but I reckon it's all right." "How came you to buy that stock?" "A fellow boarded at our house for two weeks three years ago. Him and his wife were mighty highfalutin' kind of folks. They put on a hull lot o f airs, and had lots of money. He talked me into buyin' the stock. Showed me a stack of shares that he said he owned him.self, and expected to make a million out'r. I believed him then, but since I've had my doubts. Maria wouldn't.have let me teched the stuff if she'd known anythin' about it. But, you see, I wanted to surprise her when the stock went to a dollar a share, as that man said it would. But. it never went a cent higher than fifteen cents, and didn't stand long at that." "That chap unloaded a kind of gold brick on you," said Ben. You're lucky to be able to get 9 1-2 cents a share for it, I should think. Where are you stopping?" "I hain't stoppin' no place jest yet, but I expect to go to the Asto r House. I come down here straight from the ferry." "The Astor House is up near the Post-office, on Broad way." "Yes, I kin find it, all right. I guess I'll go right up there now and leave my valise and git somethin' to eat. I'll be back some time this afternoon." "'That's a good idea," said Ben. "Walk up this street to Broadway, cross over to the church, and then turn up the street You can't miss the Astor House, then, for it's on that side of Broadway." Ben took the countryman downstairs and started him off right, and then Teturned to the waiting room CHAPTER V. TIIE WORTHLESS CERTIFICATES. When Mr. Durand came back Ben told him about his meeting with Hiram Ridley, of Madison Corners, New Jer sey, and how he had fetched the countryman to the office, as he wanted to dispose of 10,000 shares of Little Mohawk Silver Mining Co. stock. "He told me that Mr Meade o:ffrred him 9 1-2 cents a share for it. He was on his way to Mr. Meade's office when he accidentally collided with that gentleman at the corner of Broad Street and Exchange Place. After that he wouldn't do any business with Mr. Meade, and so I brought him here. A you were not in he decided to go to the Astor House, take a room and get something to eat. He said he would come back this afternoon," said Ben. "Little Mohawk, eh?" said Broker Durand, reaching for a pigeon-hole in his desk and bringing out the latest mining exchange report. He scanned the list and nally placed his nger on a name. "It's quoted at ten cents I wouldn't give him over nine for it," he said, putting the report back in the pigeon hole. "Well, sir, I suppose he is not l ikely to do any better el sew here." "Hardly. All brokers want some leeway in purchasing mining shares of the standing of the Little Mohawk. In fact, I am not anxious to buy it, as there is very little in it for the house. And now, Ben, I want to make you a small present on account of the heavy debt I owe you. Remember that I am not attempting to pay you for what you did for me. It would be beyond my power to do that, even if I were to hand you over my entire fortune, since there is nothing more precious to a man than his life and his repu tation." The broker took an envelope fro:r his desk and handed it to Ben. "Just consider what you will nd in that as a slight recognition of my appreciation of your presence of mind and prompt action in my behalf." Ben opened the envelope, which was not sealed, and took out a check to his order for $1,000. At first he was loath to accept such a present, but as his employer insisted, he finally put it in his pocket and than1ked him. The cashier coming in with a couple of letters left by the mail carrier, Ben returned to his post in the room outside When he took the firm's deposit to the bank that after noon he got the check cashed. He put $900 in an envelope, addressed to himself and asked the cashier to put it in the office safe, the $100 he placed in his pocket to take home as a pleasant surprise to his mother. Mr. Ridley did not show up at the office that afternoon, and at the usual time Ben put on his hat and bade the office adieu for the day. His mother was very much surprised to hear about the narro:wly-averted tragedy at the office, and still more so on receiving the $100, which was a perfect godsand to the little family "That isn't all I got from Mr. Durand, mother, but it is all I brought home I may nd use for the rest of the money in working a little stock deal I have in mind. I found out this afternoon that a clique of big brokeT'B are about to corner a certain well-known stock, and that means it will rise in price in a few days I will be able to buy 150 shares at the present figures, and I stand to win $1,000 or $1,500 by the transaction. That will kind of put us on Easy Street." "Fifteen hundred 0dollars !" exclaimed his mother, in astonishment "Do you really expect to make so much money as that? Why, it would be a fortune to us." "Yes, I think it would come in quite handy. Sadie needs some new clothes, and so do you, while I wouldn't obj ect to a new suit myself." Ben then told his mother about Hiram Ridley, and how he and Broker Meade came into collision at the street cor ner. "It was the funniest mix-up I ever saw," laughed Ben. "It was like two batteriJ?.g-rams coming together. Both of them got the shock of their lives, I guess. Mr Meade was


8 BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. mad all over, and Hiram Ridley wanted to fight the broker. IL1lf the things, incluuing a bag of money, came out of Ridley's bag. If I hadn't been there to recover them for him he would probably been out all the money, which must have amounted to $1,000, at any rate. He is a regular jay, and talks and acts as if he never was in New York before. I suppose he was brought up at Madison Corners., and this is the first time he ever ventJred any distance from the place Next day when Ben carried a note to Mr. Berry, the junior partner, at the Exchange, he found that the excite ment which had reigned there for the past two or three days had moderated somewhat. D. & G. had gone up high enough for the firm to get out of their hole with a moderate, and both partners were thankful over the outcome. Ben, having decided to go into his first speculation on the market, made his way to the little Nassau Street bank and left an order for the purchase of 150 shares of M. & 0 at the prevailing price, which was 58. He put up all btit $30 of his money on margin, quite confident that the tip he got hold of was a winner. As he was going back to the office he met Hiram Ridley stalking down the street, apparently heading for Durand & Berry's office. "Good morning, Mr. Ridley," said Ben. "You didn't come back yesterday as you said you would." "No," replied the countryman, after shaking hands with hi1:11. went sightseein' on one of them ma chmes with a hull lot of seats on top. There was a chap in front with a trumpet. Every once in awhile he'd beller out something through the horn and p'int his hand at a buildin', or someJ;hin' else. The ride cost me $2, and J seen a hull lot. I wish Maria had been along. She would hev enj'yed it, and I reckon she wouldn't hev missed n othin'." "Are you bound for our office now?" "Yes, that's where I'm goin'. Is your boss to hum?" "Yes, ycu'll find him in at this hour." When they reached the office Ben announced Mr. Ridley and showed him into the private office. He ha.d his certificates of mining stock in a paper under hi s arm. In a few minutes Mr. Durand called Ben inside. ''Take these certificates over to the Mining Exchange and see if they're all right, Ben," said his employer. "Yes, sir," replied the young messenger, hurrying away. O n the street he came face to face with Dick Fanshaw "Where are you bound now in such a rush(" asked Dick "I'm going over to the Mining Exchange." Say, you ought to see my boss's nose this morning "What's the matter with it?" "It's swelled up like a damaged onion "I'm not surprised If you got the wlrnck he got ycstcl' day yours would be swelled up, too." "Why, what do you know about the matter?" a !eel Dick, i n surprise "I know considerable Come with me as far as New Street and I'll tell you." Fanshaw's curiosity induced him t c :lo so, and on the way Ben told him how Mr. Meade and J;Iiram Ridley came to gether like a pair of rams at the corner of Exchange Place and Broad S trcet on the previous morning Dick thought it a good joke on his employer, and when he got back to his office he spread the news among the clerks. When Ben presented the Little Mohawk certificates for examination to the secretary of the Mining Exchange he was told that they were not genuine certificates, and, conse quently, not worth a cent. "Gee! That's tough on Mr. Ridley," he said to himself on his way back to the office. "The chap who sold him the shares was a regular gold brick swindler." He reported the facts to Mr. Durand, and the country man nearly had a fit. "Not worth anythin' !" he "Why, I paid $1,500 cash for them certificates!" ''You were robbed, Mr. Ridley," said Mr. Durand. "It was a clear case of bunco." "By gosh! I don't know what Maria, that's my wife, will say when I tell her. I dunno as I dare go hum." When the J erseyman came out of the private room he looked pretty glum, and Ben felt sorry for him. "A pretty low down trick that chap played on you, Mr. Ridley. Such fellows ought to be serving time in the State's prison "He'll serve time in a hospital if I ever meet him ag'in," replied the counfryman, with an aggressive gleam in his eye. At that moment a dappQr-looking man entered the room. "Can I see Mr. Durand?" he asked of Ben. "Give me your name and I'll take it in to Mr. Durand." "My name is Howard Drumgoole." At the mention of the name Hiram Ridley, whose back was turned to them, swung around like a and looked at the newcomer Then, to Ben's great astonishment, he sprang at the vis itor and seized him by the throat. "You rascal! You bunco swindler! Give me back the $1,500 you got from me for them gold brick certificates of Little Mohawk Silver Mining Co. Give it back, do you hear, or, by gosh! I'll choke the teeth down your throat!" CHAPTER VI. THE RESULT OF BEN'S FIRST DEAL. Mr. Ridley spoke so loud, and in such a significant tone, that everybody in heard him and took notice. The cashier and clerks looked through the brass fence that ::1ivided the counting room from the outer room and saw the Jerseyman shake the dapper-looking man as a cat might a rr.ouse. Ben didn't feel called on to interfere, and it wouldn't have done any good if he had, for Hiram Ridley was a i strong and wiry man, and he meant business. The cashier and one of the clerks, however, came to Drumgoole's rescue, and they had a job of it in separating the men. Drumgoole was a wreck when he was pulled away from the countryman. He 'made an attempt to leave the place, but Ben prevented him from doing so. The boy was in full sympathy with Mr. Ridley, and if


BEN BASSFORD'.S LUCK. 9 this c hap was the man who had swindled the Jersey out of $1,500 he ought to be handed over to the police Mr. Durand, hearing the racket, came to his door to find out the cause.of the disturbance. 'l'he cashier explained matters as far as he knew. "That fellow, Drumgoole, is the bunco steere r who swin cUed me on them Little Mohawk shares that you said ain' t worth the paper they're printed on," said 1\fr. Ridley in a ruffled tone 'It's a lie," replied Drumgoole, as h& arranged his tum bled garments "I never saw that man before I'm no swindler I'm connected with the Goldfield Mining Syndi cate, on Maiden Lane, and I came here to see the h ead of this firm on business." "You must have made a mistake, Mr. Ridley," said Mr. Durand, who was expecting a :representative of the Gold field Mining Syndicate to call at his office that mornin g "No, I ain't made no mistake," replied the J erseyman, doggedly "I kin prove he's the man by Maria. Him ancl his wife boarded at the farm three years ago for two weeks, and it was while they was there that he rung his gold brick swindle in on me. I'm goin' to have him arrested right now." He turned to Ben and asked him to get a policeman. As there was no doubt Mr. Ridley was thoroughly satisfied as to the identit-y of the man, and as Mr Durand could not vouch for the respectability of his caller, as he had never eeen rum before, the situation was a decidedly awkward one. The broker was inclined to believe that there mustbe some :mistake in the matter-that Drumgoole was unfor tunate enough to resemble the rea l swmdler -but still he could not pass any9judgment on tlrn case. Ben asked his employer if he should *ephone for an offic er, but the broker did not l ike to commit himself in favor of either party in the trouble. "If you let him leave this office," said Mr. Ridley, an grily, to Mr. Durand, "I'll foller him until I see a police m.m, ancl then I'll have him took up." "I denounce that man's charge as prepostero us," sput tered Drumgoole "He ought to be arrested fo r assau lting me." "Why don't you have me arrested, then?" said Mr. Rid ley, aggressively Drumgoole, however, showed no eagerness to have an officer sent for. "Well," said Mr. Durand, "I can't have anything to do with this matter. If you think this man has swindled you, Mr. Ridley, you can go before a magistrate and swear out a warrant against him. Then the case will be sifted out in the police court." "And whe re will he be whe'Il I git the warrant?" replied the countryman "No, sir Now that I've got him within reach I'm goin' to see that he don't git away." Ben noticed that Drumgoole looked uneasy at the deter mined attitude of Mr Ridley, and he more than suspected that the man from Madison Corners had the right indi vidual cornered Mr. Durand shrugged his shoulders, and to put an end to the discussion he asked Drumgoole to walk into h is office. When the door closed upon them, Mr. Ridley planted himself near the door l eading into the corridor in order to s ee that the alleged swindler did not escape him when his business with the brok e r was finished. "Are you positive that is the man who swindled you with those mining shares?" Ben a s 'ked him. "I kin swear to it," replied 1\fr. Ridley, emphatically "The n you ought to do as Mr Duraud says Swear out a warrant and have him arrested. You can send a telegram to your wife to come on and identify him in court. The magistrate will hold him for trial unless he can show that it is a case of mistaken identity on your part," said Ben I don't know no thin' about goin' before a magistrate. \Youldn't know where tO" find one if I did. Besides, this Drumeoole woul:l make him self scarce while I was doin' al l this, and then what would it amount to?" "If he's employed by the Goldfield Mining Syndicate, of )faiden Lane, it is lilrnl y that an officer woul d be able to find him. Jus t wait a minute I'll look in the city direc tory and see if I can find where he lives," said Ben. On examin in g the directory he found a Howard Drum goole, whose business address was given at No Maiden Lane; :residence a t the Glendale apartment house in West Forty -fourth Street. He took it down on a slip of paper and handed it to the Jersey farmer. "Now you take my advice, Mr. Ridley, and go to the Tombs Police Court on Centre Street and swear out a war rant against Drumgoole. Give both of those addresses, so ihat if: Drumgoole is g uilty, and keeps out of the way down town, the officer will be able to nab him uptown." "How will I git to the police court on Centro Street?" Ben gave him explicit directions how to find Centre Street, and where the Tombs Court was, and Mr Ridley de parted to carry out the plan. "I suppose you heard the rack et out in the waiting room Millie,'' said Ben, when he carried some papers for her to copy after the departure of Drum goo le. "A person would have to be deaf that didn't," she :replied "What was it all about?" Ben told h er the circumstances. "Do you think that man was the swindler?" she asked. "I do. Mr. Ridley has gone to t h e T'ombs Court to swear out a warrant for his arrest. He may sen d the fellow up the river, but I'm afraid he'll n ever get any of his money back at this late day." Ben kept his eye on the ticker that day whenever he got th() chance, but M. & 0. transactions on the Exc hange were .few, and the price varied only one-eighth of one per cent. He was, of course, deeply inter ested in the fate of his $870, ancl he thought of little else until it was time to go home. He wondered if Howard Drumgoole had been arre sted, and, if so, whether the farmer would be able to pwve that he was the swindler who had robbed him. Next morning he looked the p a per carefully over for a paragraph that would enlighten him on the subject. Instead of finding what he was after he read something that gave him a shock A man, who gave hi s name and address as Hiram Ridley, of Madison Corners, N. J., had been struck by fill auto mobile on Centre Street, about no9n the day previous, and had sus tajned serious injuries. The paper r epor ted that he was taken to a certain hos -


a.o BEN BASSFORD S LUCK. ;pital in an ambulance., after lying nearly an hour on the sidewalk. "Gee That' s tough," ejaculated Ben. He showed the paragraph to Mr. Durand when he came in, and told the broker that the farmer was on his way to the Tombs Court to get out a warrant against Drumgoole wh en the acc i dent happe11ecl to him. 1rhere was nothing much doing in M. & 0 that day, eit her, the Rtock closing at 58 1-2. On his way home Ben went to the hospital to inquire as to the con ditio n of Mr. Ridley He learned that the farmer had s ustained a broken leg, and that three of his ribs had bee n fractured "Then he will get over his injuries?" said the boy. "Oh, yes. He' ll be a ll right after a time." B en was glad to hear t hat, at any rate, and he asked the you ng surgeon wlio answered hi s inquiries ifthe woul d kind l y te ll Mr Ridley that Ben Bassford, of Wall Street, had called and asked about him. 'Jilhe surgeon said he would and the young messenger l eft Nex t day M & 0. began to show s ign s of life There were a good many sales of the s tock, and the price went up two points. It went up two mor e next morning, which was Saturday clos ing at noon at 62 1 2 Ben was $600 t o the good so far, and he felt u ncommonly good O n Monday morning when he was s ent to the Exchange with a note for Mr Berry he found Dick Fa.nshuw standin g at the rai l waiting to deliver an env elope to a broker on th e floor. "I guess tl1ere's another boom on," s aid Dick, pointing to a big group of trader s whe re the r e seemed to be a good deal of exc itement going on. "What i s the s tock?" asked Ben, eage rly. "It's M & 0 I hear that it' s scar c e and, consequentl y everybody wants some of it now." "That' s fine," rep l ied Ben "What do you" "A whole l ot "How?" "I bought a few shares on mar gi n the oth e r day, and I'm lookin g to make a s t a k e out o.f it." "I thought you didn t have an y fund s wit h which to speculate?" "Oh, I got hold of a few ducat s in an une x pect e d way and I put them up on M. & 0 "Did you go to a bucket s hop ?" "No. I put the deal through that little bank on Nassau Street." "Oh, I know the place They'll buy or sell as few as ffr e s hares of any stock for a custom e r. Tha-t's where mos t of th e messen g ers who operate go. I saw your clerk, Eno c h Rid g e come out of there Friday, about one o'clock, so I s upp ose he's in on a deal, too." At that moment the brok e r Dick was waiting or came up and took his note, wrote a reply and told him to deliver it in a hurry, so he had to rush off. While Ben was w a itin g for Mr. Berry he saw from the quo tation s on the board that M & 0. had gone up to 65 s inc e the Exchange opened He was tickled to death for he was o v er $1,000 ahead of the game at that point. Although he was k ept on the run all day, h e was abl e to keep track of the s toC'k h e was intere s t e d in, and he noted with satisfaction and no small e x citement that the price of M & 0. kept going up until whe n the Exchange closed for the day it had reached 71. "I wond e r how much higher itlis likely to go?" Ben a keel himself "I'm almost afraid to ris k it further. I'm lik e ly to be so busy to morrow that I won't ha v e a chance to sell out if things take on a squally look Now, $1,900 in the hand is better than twice that amount in the bushes. I guess I'll leave an order with th e bank on my way hom e to sell me out say at 72, or at the market, if it doesn t go any higher in the morning He had decided to do that when he l eft the office at half past three, so he went right to the brokerage department 0 the little bank and put in his order. He watched the tick e r n ext morning with a good deal 0 anxiety, and didn t feel easy till he saw a quotatio n on the tape at 72 1 8. Then, feeling satisfied tbat he was safe, h e went about his bus iness feeling like a bird On Wednesd a y mornin g he got a statement and check from the bank, showin g him that he hacl won $2,100 on the deal, which made him worth $3,000, all told OHAPTER VII. BEN MAKES AN E XHIBITION OF IIIMSELF. "I sold out m y s hares of 11. & 0 yest e rday, Dick," said B e n th a t a f t e rnoon, a n d on t he st r e n gth of rny winnings I m going to blow you t o a s h o w to-ni g ht, if you'll come." "If I ll .come? g rinn e d Fanshaw. "You can jus t gamble on it that I ll come How much did y ou pull off?" "That' s on e of my bus iness secre t s," laughed Ben. "We ll, you might t e ll a .fe llow "What good would it do y o u to know?" "It would s ati sfy my curio sity "You' re a s bad as a girl. Well, I'm not saying any thin g, s o you' ll h a v e to b e satisfied wit h that." "I'd t e ll you how much I w o n if I'd m ad e a haul in the market g rumbled Dick. "I've decided not to t e ll anybody abou t th e amount of my winnin gs, s o don't get m a d abo u t it. "Oh, I dcn t car e What show a r e w e g oing to ta:ke in?" "The Harl e m Opera Hou se, i f t h a t s uits you. "Any thing s uits m e e s p ecia ll y whe n I'm not pa y ing for it." Accordin g ly, Dick called at Ben s fla t tha t eve nin g a t hal.f-pa t seven, and they started for 125th Street to gethe r. The show was out at eleve n o'clo ck, an d t h e n B e n pro pose d that they g o and h a v e something to eat. F a n s haw h acl n o o b jection, so they entered a first class chop-hou s e n ear the the at e r. The s id e t a bles were separate d with t u b pl a n ts w i t h spreat1in g l e a-ves. While they w e re look ing th e billof fa re over a w e lldressed, youn gi s h man a nd a boy o f nine teen c ame in r .nd took poss ession of tl1e t able b e hi nd Ben. In a f e w minutes B e n hea rd t h e name of Hiram R idl e y mention e d back of him.


BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 11 =============:;:::=:======-========--Instant ly his attention and curiosity were aroused, and turning around he peered through the leaves at the persons occupying the next table_ He recognized Howard Drumgoole as one, while the other, to his surprise, was Enoch Ridge_ Dick was reading the final edition of an evening paper while they were waiting to be served, and so Ben leaned back in his chair, curious to learn what Drumgoole was say ing about Mr. Ridley. "It was lucky for you that the old jay got run over that day," he heard Enoch say, "or he'd havE: had you pulled in. What are you going to do when he gets out? He'll be hunt ing for you with a cop." "Oh, I'll fix him," replied Drumgoole, carelessly. "How will you ?" "I'll offer to make it all right with him." "Do you mean to cough up that money you got away from him?" "Not on your life, Enoch," laughed. Drumgoole. "Then how are you going. to make it all right with "I'll give him 10,000 shares of another stock that is worth what Little Mohawk is to-day on the market." "You will?" "Sure." "Why, that will cost you about $1,000." "No, it won't cost me $1,fWO. It will cost me about $75, and tha.t's getting o.ut of a bad h ole cheap." "I don't see how you make that out. You can't get the stock for nothing, eYen if you get it at office, unless you intend to stea l it. Ten thousand shares of a ten-cent stock is $1,000 .. "I'll t e ll you how. I'm going to work it. We've got a lot of certificates of the Golden Anchor Silver Mining Co., of Paradise, Nevada., at the office. The stock is selling at ten cents a share. The certificates are in blank, and we fill them out when we make a sale. I'll fill one out for 10,000 shares, and report a sale of 1,000 shares to the office. Then I'll give Ridley the certificate for the three bogus Little Moha.wk ones that I unloaded on him three years ago." "Supposing he won't take the Golden Anchor certificate? I'll bet h e' ll want the cash." "I'll tell himthat I can't do any better. That if he h as me arrested and prosecutes me he won't get anything at all in that case. He' ll be willing to compromise, I'll bet." "Suppnse he offei's the certificate for sale, as he's lilrnly to do, for he brought the Little Mohawk-sha res to our office to dispose of them, the brOlke.r who handles the matter for him will be sure to find out that the certificate has been raised, and then you'll be in a worse hole than ever?" "I'll get around that, all right," replied Drumgoole, con fidently. "I don't see how you can." "There are a whole lot of things that yo111 don't see be sides i.hat." "Don' t get funny, Cousin Howard. You--" That 's as far as he got, for at that moment Ben, in his eagerness to overhoor their conversation, leaned too far back and his chair went over with a crash among the leaves of the spreading plant. '11le accident placed Ben in an awkward position, and called general attention to him. Drumgoole sprang to his feet and looked around. When Ben extricated himself from his dilemma, Enoch Ridge recognized him at once, and whispered. something to Drumgoole. He looked pretty ha r d at Ben, but he resumed his seat without saying anything to the young messenger Ben's chair wasn't injured any, and, with a very red face, he rigbted it and sat down. ;I'he plant had not suffered anything to speak o.f, so there were no damages in prospect for the boy to face "How the dickens did you come to go over?" chuclded Dick, who thought his companion's misfortune very com ical. "Tilted your chair too far back?" Ben made no reply. He was disgusted. with himself and at the outcome of the situat ion which had interested him so much He had overheard the scheme that was to be worked on Hiram Ridley, and was expecting to learn more important in.formation when the chair went over with him and he made a ridi c ulous exhibition of himself before the eyes of all in the room. Worst of all, his identity had been discovered by Drum goole and Ridge, and it was quite poss ible they would sus pect that he had been listening to their talk. The former, if he wasn' t a fool, would doubtless alter his plans in coonection with the New Jersey farmer, and adopt some other means of placahng him, thus putting it out of B e n's power. to make use of what he had overheard That's the way Bassford figured the thing out as the waiter appeared with their suppe r. Dick saw that his companion felt sore 001er the accident, so he $aid no more about it, but pitched into the appetizing food before him. Dl'umgoole and resumed their talk in very low tones, but what passed between .them reached no other ears but their own. B e n ate in a: kind of way He had lost a good part of his appetite for the supper. It was the first time in his life that he had felt real cheap, and thir.ty cents was about the value ?-e set upon him self at that moment. Dick tried to draw him out by talking about the show, but didn't succeed to any great extent. Ben was glad when the meal was ove r and they were out side. Then he explained the whole affair to Dick. "T'oo bad that your chair gave you away," said Fan shaw. "You might have heard a lot more that would have helped you queer that fellow's little game against Hiram Ridley." "That's right," replied. Ben. "He was going on to ex plain to Ridge how. he expected to get around the difficulty of Mr. Ridley offering the Golden Anchor certificate for sale, when over I went and spoiled the whole thing. It was hard luck" "That's what it was. Gee! I didn't know what had hap pened when you went down with all that racket. I was reading the sporting news in the paper, and I must have jumped a.couple of inches in my chair. So Enoch Ridge is Drumgoole's cousin, eh?" "It seems so, for he called Drumgoole Cousin Howard." "They're a fine pair--0ne is a rascal and the other is


12 BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. ----=======--===================:::::: willing to be one, I'll bet. He'll be sure to hold yon up to ridicule at the office tomorrow." "If he does I'll be likely to punch his head for him," re plied Ben, aggressively. "Do you &uppose they'll think you were listening to them, or that your fall was a pure accident?" "I don't know what they'll suppose, but I do know if I was in Drnmgoole's shoes I wouldn't taJrn any chance,; in the matter. A fellow who makes a business of handing out gold bricks to other people ought i.o be regarded as tol erably clever in protecting his own interests, especially in a pinch. It's my opinion that he'll drop the Golden Anchor certificate dodge and adopt some other scheme to head Mr. Ridley off." The boys said good-night to each other at the corner of 130 th Street and Seventh A venue, and Ben started west ward. His thoughts were centered on the final events of the night as he hurried along. His evil star was still in the ascendant. About half-way down the block, opposite one of the brow11stone private hou ses, there was an unusually wide coalhole, covered with a round iron cover. In some way the cover had become di s lodged, and thus presented a dangerous object to step upon The unsuspecting boy landed upon the onter rim of it with all his weight. The cover tipped and slid away to the length of its chain. Ben pitched forward and downwa.rd, his second leg fol l owing the first. He landed across the far side of the hole on his stom ach, and then before h/could recover his dazed wits, his legs swung under the opening, destroying the slight balance momentarily maintained by the upper half of his body, and down he slid out of sight into the coalhole, landing on a pile of black diamonds with force enough to make him see all kinds of stars and planets. CHAPTER VIII. THE TIP ON SOUTHERN RAILWAY. Ben lay at full length for some minutes on the bed of coal. It took that length of time for him to realize what had happened to him. Then he pulled himself together and sat up. Beyond being badly shaken up he soon found that he had not suffered any serious injury through the accident. "l\fy gracious!" he exclaimed. "There must be some kind of a hoodoo on me to night, for this is the second fall I've had. The other was a mere flea-bite to this tumble. I ought to consider myself uncommonly fortunate that I didn't break my neck, or a leg, coming through that hole. I guess I've good grounds for a damage suit against the owner of the house Unfortunately, I haven't got a witness to back my statement up. Now I wonder how I'm going to get out of this predicament? I can't reach that hole nohow. If the door of this coal cellar is locked I'll have to stay her e the rest of the night, probably, which will be mi g hty unp l easant, to say the least." Ile got up, felt of his limbs to make sure they were in good working order, and then struck a match to see where the door was. He saw it straight before him and ajar. He pushed the door wide open, struck another match and found himself looking into a short, narrow, arched, brick tunnel which led to the cellar under the house. Making his way into the main cellar, he founCl it occu pied with a hot-air furnace, a cord of kindling wood piled up against one of the walls, and other things unnecessary to particularize. 'rhere was a door on one side, and Ben made for it. It was closed, but not secured, and he passed through into a narrow passage-way chiefly filled by a rough stair way leading to the basement hall above. 1As Ben started up the stairs it suddenly occurred to him that if his presence was discovered in the house at that hour he would naturally be mistaken for a burglar, and he might be shot or clubbed before he could get the chance to explain how he came to be there. This unpleasant possibility caused the boy to ascend the stairs as lightly as possible. He decided that the best thing he could do was to try and1let himself out by way of the area door and gate with out attracting any attention, if possible. It was a question whether this was possible, but he couldn t decide that point until he had tried. When he reached the basement hall he started on tiptoe for the door opening out under the high stoop that faced the hall door t Between that small space and the area outside was the customary fron latticed gate. He expected to find the key in the door, and possibly a tout bolt to draw back. As he drew near the dining room, the two windows of which overlooked the area, he saw a shaft of light shining uncier the door. He stopped short and listened. He heard the voices of two men inside and the occasional clink of glasses, as if they were regaling themselves with some kind of liquid refreshment. After waiting a moment or two Ben cautiously moved forward again, intent on reaching the outer door. Suddenly, as he placed his foot on something soft that lay in his path, a terrific "miow-miow-ow-ow" rent the s ilence of the entry. He had trodden on the tail of the pet cat that was lying in bis way, and the animal made Rome howl for a moment. Ben stopped aghast Then be heard en exclamation from the dining room, and a chair pushed back. Ben was so rattled by the encounter that, instead of knocking at the dining room door and facing an explana tion, he acted as if he really was a thief afraid of detection, and hastily retreated to the rear of the entry When he saw the dining room door open he bolted through a door that stood ajar and found himself in the kitchen. Whoever came to the door and looked out into the entry spoke to the cat, and doubtless wondered what had caused ths animal to yell. Fina .Hy he returned to the table where he and another gentleman had been talking and drinking.


BEN BASSRD'S LUCK. 13 Ben waited a good five minutes before making another move. There was a passa;ge-way between the kitchen and the dining room. Both doors were :Q.alf open, and when the gentlemen resumed their interrupted conversation, Ben distinctly heard every word that was said. "How much money can you raise, Bennett?" asked the gentleman who had just returned to the table. "I suppose I could raise $50,000 on a pinch," replied the man addressed as Bennett. "Then you'd better raise it. We'll pool our capital and buy a good block of Southern Rrulway before it gets a move on, which it is bound to do as soon as the syndicate begins to boom things. The representatives of the com bines are already going around the Street gathering up the shares on the quiet, so we have no time to lose if we're going to get next to a good, sure thing." "You are sure that it's a perfectly safe venture?" said Bennett. t "There isn't any doubt about it. I had the tip from a member of tho pool, who gave it to me in recognition of va;-ious favors I have done for him in the com-se of busi ness. I'd back it for a million if I had th(\ money, and could utilize so much as that in the deal." "All right, Edwards, I'm with you. I'll have the $50,000 by to-morrow afternoon." "Bring it over to the office by two o'clook, if possible." "What is Southern Railway going at now ?n "Eighty-two, which is very low for it. This boom will send it above par." "Did you get a pointer to that effect?" "I did. The syndicate expects to force it as high as 105. But I'm not looking for the last dollar, and shall sell our holdings at 101 at the outside. That will give us a profit of $19 a We standto win close on to $100,000 apiece." "As much as that?" ejaculated the other, with a trace of excitement in his vofoe. "Yes, as much as that. I'll admit that is a big on an investment of $50,000 for a period of a week or ten days, but that's where the advantage of a tip comes in. The members of the syndicate will clear a million each, I have little doubt." '"The insiders in Wall Street are the ones who pick up all the money, I guess. The general public who speculate down there have to be satisfied with: the crumbs." "They are lucky when they carry away the crumbs," laughed Edwards. "The stock market is the most uncertain of all games of chance." "I believe you. A friend of mine bought 500 shares of A. & P. two months ago. Whenhe bought it he was con fident that it was due for a rise; but sixty days -has gone by and it not only has not gone up, but is two. points shy of the price he gave for it. When he went into the I asked him to explain the grounds of his confident expecta tions. He told me that the railroad was a valuable property; that its securities had become unduly depreciated on account of temporary embarrassments, and that it was the general opinion in the Street that higher prices would soon prevail." Edwards, who was evidently a stock broker, laughed. "The general opinion of the Street is a difficult thing to trace, and a perilous thing to follow," he said. "A general opinion that stocks will decline is very apt to precede a well-organized and extensive bull o.peration that will carry up the whole market from five to twenty per cent When the great operators are buying for a rise, as in the case of Southern Railway, they naturally do not advertise the fact, but, on the contrary, sedulously cultivate a general opinion that stocks will fall, until they have purchased all they want." !That accounts for the fact that Southern Railway is low at this time, does it?" remarked Bennett. "Yes. The price has gradually depreciated during the last ten days as a preliminary to the syndicate's operations. The pool is now. buying at rock bottom figures, and we will do the same, and then reap the of our advance knowledge when the stock goes to par in afew days." ''-Nothing like playing with loaded dice, is there?" chuckled Bennett. "That's the way the insiders play the game in Wall Street. One of the great disadvantages that the outside speculator is up against is that he must usually depend on his own conjectures, while officers, directors, and even clerks, sometimes, of railroads and other corporatiops, knowing that a dividend will be passed, or a st.ock: watered, can use their knowledge in the Street with absolute cer tainty. What they win the outsiders lose." "Then somebody is fated to lose what we expect to gather in on our deal in Southern Railway?" "Naturally. The money accumulate has got to qome out of somebody's pocket-out ad: a great many peo ple's pockets, in fact." "Well, I guess it is time for me to go home. My wife will begin to wonder if I am going to stay out all night." "Well, fill up your glass. Here's to luck and a hundred thousand out of Southern Railway." The toast was drunk and Bennett put on his hat to go. Ben had beeh so interested in the conversation that he had made .no effort to leave the house after Mr. :Ea wards returned to the table. Hehad acquired a valuable tip on the market as the re sult of his presence in the kitchen, and he lingered eager to get hold of all the information on the subject he could get. Satfiified that he knew all that was nei;essary to enable him to take advantage o.f the pointer in Southern Railway he was glad to see the conference in the dining room break up. He figured that the owner of the house would go upstairs as soon as he had dismissed his visitor, and that then the way would be clear for him to beat his retreat 'in safety. Mr. Edwards let his caller out by the area door and ac companied him as far as the gate in the iron fence that divided the area: from the sidewalk. Then it was that both men saw the displaced cover of the coal cellar and the yawning hole. Mr. Edwards was surprised and disturbed. 'rhe attached to the cover should ha .ve been secured to a hook underneath in such a way that the lid could not be displaced except when necessary to admit the entrance of coal from the shute of a coal-wagon. He knew that if anybody sustained an injury in conse-


14. BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. quence of the cover being insecure he would have to face a suit for damages He immediately replaced the cover in. its proper position, and after remarking on the carelessness of one's servants, he bade Mr. Bennett good-night, and returning to the base ment, started for the kitchen to find a candle to light his way to the coal cellar in order to fasten the chain to the hook. CHA PTER I X. THE SCRAP IN THE COUNTING ROOM. Ben heard him coming, and in order to escape observa tion he popped into a large closet. Mr. Edwards ente r ed the kitchen, struck a match and lit tho gas. "My goodness!" ejacu l ated Ben. "I wonder what he's after? If he should open the door of this closet I'll be in a nice fix. J oughtn't to have come in here. I should have met him and explained matters. But how can I explain why I hid myself in this closet?" B en had a cold sweat on while the owner of the house was walking around in the kitchen Fortunately for him, Mr. Edwards did not have to go into the closet to look for the candle he was a.fter. He found a candle i n a candlestick on the shelf over the stove He lit it, and l eaving the kitchen gas burning went down i nto the cellar to attend to the matter that engaged his at tention. As soon as the gentleman left the room Ben peered out of the closet door, and hearing Mr. Edwards' footsteps on the cellar stairs, he came out "Now is my time to get out, while he's below," muttered the boy, pushing open the door of the closet. In his hurry to get out he displaced a big tin pan, which fell and struck the floor with a tremendous clatter "Gee whiz he gasped. "I'll be discovered, sure Hastily turning off the kitchen light he made a dash for the door of the ent ry. In his rush he made a slight miscalcu l ation, and upset a chair, which raised more of a din. "He'll be up here before I can get out," palpitated Ben, hearing hasty footsteps in the cellar "What shall I do?" One hand came in contact with the cellar cloor, which was ajar It rested on a On the spur of the moment he closed the door and snot the bolt, thus making the owner of the house a priRoner below unti l he could arouse somebody ahoYe by his thumping. Ben then rushed for the entry door, unlocked it, shot the bolt back and threw it open. Without pausing to shut it he fumbled for the catch on the iron gate. Now he heard Mr. Edwards pounding at a heavy rate on the cellar door. 'rhe iron gate yielded to Ben's fingers, and he stepped into the area, closing the gate behind him. Then he got out on the sidewalkeand hurried up the street at a quick walk. There was nobody i n sight, and he congratulated him self on that fact. He did not breathe freely, however, until he turned into Eighth Avenue. The flat-house where he lived was only a short distance away now, and he hustled to get there. "I'll bet there ll be something doing in that private house when the owner gets out of the cellar," he said to himself. "He'll think that thieves have been there, an cl that he frightened them away by his knocking. I'll bet there'll be an item in the paper about it in the morning. Well, I don't care If his coalhole cover had been properly secured all this wouldn't have happened I can't say that I regret falling into the place now, for I've got hold of a gilt-edged tip on the market; but I wouldn't take the same chances vol untarily again for a dozen pointers. It's quite too risky Drunken men and sleep-walkers, they say, bear charmed lives, but I think I've demonstrated that I've passed through a pretty serious scrape unharmed." He darted into the entrance of his, let himself in and hurried upstairs. He found his mother sitting up waiting for him, very much worried over his delay in getting home after the theater. It was nearly two by the clock on the mantel. "Why, where ha .ve you been, Ben?" e:he asked him, with an an_xious expression. "The theater has been out hours ago. And your clothes-they're all covered with dust. What happened to you?" "I met with an accident, mother, but it's all right. I'm not hurt at all, only a little sme." 'rhen he told her how he had slipped into the coal cel lar, but he did not tell her what happened to him in the house "You had a very lucky escape, my son," she said, regard ing the matter quite seri01;sly. "You might have been badly injured. Yau ought never to step on those covers They are dangerous." "I won't step on another one again in a hurry, I can promise you that," he said, kissing his mother good-night. morning he scanned the paper with some curiosity for a paragraph about the 130th Street house, but he saw nothing referring to it. When Enoch Ridge entered the office th:::.t morning he favored Ben with a sardonic grin as he passed through the counting room. The clerks and the stenographer came almost in a bunch soon after, and presently Ben heard a lot or laughter in the counting room. "I'll bet that beast is telling the fellows about my tumble in the chop-house last night," said Ben, half angrily, to bin,self. "I'd like to punch his head for him. I'm liable to do it before he's many hours ulder, if he doesn't look out." After Ben returned from his first errand be had occasion to go into the counting room, and his appearance was hailed by a prolonged chuckle from the clerks. "I hear you're learning to become an acrobat," grinned one of the bookkeepers. "Who told you that?" replied Ben, with dignity. "Enoch Ridge." "Enoch Ridge had better mind his own business or he'll get something he won't like," replied Ben in an aggressive tone, and loud enough to be heard by all hands.


BEN BASSFORD' S LUCK. 15 "Wlrnt's that?" snarled Ridge, g laring at Ben. "You heard what I said, and if you don't like it you know what you can do." "Don't talk to me that way, Ben Bassford," snorted Enoch. "I don't allow messenger boys to insult me." "What are you going to do about it?" replied Ben, sar castically. "It isn t s o long ago that you were a messenger boy yourself." "Oh, shut up! yO'U make h1e sick!" "I'll make you sicke r if you don't quit talking about me.1 You want to mincl your own business-you've got plenty 0 it to attend to." "Youre a n insulting little puppy!" replied Enoch, hotl y The rest of the clerks were enjoying the wordy tilt be tween the boys, and one of them chuck l ed loudly. "If I was half the puppy you are I'd get a dog collar and put it llr ound my neck," replied Ben. Enoch turned purpl e wit h rqge, and snatching up a reel ink bot.tle, fired the contents in Ben's face The young messenge r didn't need half that provocation to go for Rid ge. In another moment confusi on r eig ned in the counting room. Ben landed on Enoch's eye wit h his fist, ancl the two boys were punc hing one another at a l ively rate. Bef)l'e any of the othe r clerks could interfere, which they nere not in a hul'I'y t o do, Ben had put it a ll over Enoch till he looked li ke severa l days of ra.i ny weather. The cashier jumped into the scrimmage ancl separated the combn.tants "What's the matter wit h you c haps, anyway?" he asked sternly. "This pla.ce isn't a prize ring. You ought to be ash am eel of yourselves !" I don't believe that you'd take an insult from anybody yourself, Mr. W e lls, and not r esent it," rep li ed Ben, coolly. "That lobster flung his bottle 0 reel ink in my face, and I just sailed in and punched him for it." "What exp l anation have you to make, Enoch?" asked the cashier. "He insulted me,'' ansn ered Ridge, doggedly. "What did you say to him, Ben?" "We had some words and I told him to mind his own business, as he haL1 lots of it to attend to. Then he call ed me an insulting little puppy. I i eplied 1.hat if I was .half the puppy he was I'd wear a dog collar around my neck. At that he g r abbed up ihe ink bottle and let me have it. I i mmediately puncl1ed him in ihe eye, and we had the mix-up you saw." 'It seems t o me tlrnt you're both to blame Go and wash your face, and go back io your chair outside." "I'll get with you for this,'' said Enoch, lookin g daggers at Ben. "You will-I don't think," retorted Ben. "rrhe next time I go for you I'll l ay you out for k eeps." "Yah !"snarled Ridge. ('That will do, now," said the cashier, sternly. "If Mr. Durand or Mr. Beny was in tbe office they'd be very angry at such a disturbance in the counting room." Millie Sarn1de r s had seen the fight, and hacl heard the high words before the scrap She cou ldn t tell who was reall y the most to blame, but her sympat hie s were all in favor of Ben, because she liked him and did not fancy Enoch. Ivir. Durand came in while Ben was in the wash roor L a .nd rang for him. He hurried out to answer the call. There were two m essages waiting for him to deliver, an d he was soon on the sidewalk, heading for Broad Street. CHAPTER X BEN MAKES A HAUL IN SOUTHERN RAILWAY. Enoch Ridge was in a surly humor the rest of the day His temper was not improved by the guying he got from his fellow clerks ] who were pleased to see him get the worst of his argument with Ben. He determined to get revenge on the young messenge r somehow, an d tha.t night he called on Drumgoole and had a t a lk with him on the matter. In the meantime, Ben ran errands all day, a .nd when he got a way from the office at half-past three he went to the little bank on Nassau Street and left an order with the margi n clerk to purcha se for his account 350 shares of Southern Railway. It took nearly all his money to make up the margin, but that fact didn't worry him any, as he had the utmo s t con fidence in the tip he had picked up the night before From the bank h e w ent to the hos pital where lvlr. Hiram Ridley was still confined with his broken leg and injured ribs. Ben was allowed to see him, and he was glad to see the young messenger. He said he expected to be able to go home in a few days H e also sai d that he inte nded to get out the warrant against Howard Drumgoo le before he le f t the city. Then Ben told him about his experience in the 125th Street chop-house the night before, and r epea .tecl the s ub stance o f the conversation he had overhea .rd between Drumgool e and Enoch Ridge. "I re ckon he won't work no more gol d bricks off on me," replied the Jersey farmer, wagging his head in a d ete r mined way. "He'll shell up my $1,500 in cash or I'll prosecute him to the extent of the l a w." "That's right," s a i d Ben. "Make him come up if he's got it." "If h e ain't got it h e' ll go to jail," replied Ridley. "I won't stan d for no monkey shines from him. He's a swindler and ought'r be punished 'tBy the way, Mr. Ridley, you had a bag of money in your g rip when I met you on E xc hange Place that morn ing," sa id Ben. "Is it safe?" "It's safe My wife got it when she was on h ere and took it hum." "I thought maybe you had it in New York yet I was going to put you on to a sure thing in th e stock market. I'm .. in myself $3,000. on it, and expect to double my money," and he showed Mr. Ridley his m emorand u m from the bank. "By gosh ej a c ulated the farmer. "If it's a good thin g I'd like to be in it. "I'm afraid you'll be out of it if your money is off in Mad i son Corners There is no time for you to get well anc1


1G BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. go for it. The stook is liable to rise any day now, and you'd have to be in on the ground floor to make the cream." "I'll telegraph my wife to bring it on right away and give it to you," said Mr. Ridley, very much interested in the deal that Ben suggested to him. "You can do that if you have confidence in me; but how do you know I'm not another Drumgoole trying to work a gold brick on you ?" smiled Ben. "Gosh I m willin' to take the chances on you. You've got an honest face, and I reckon ypu wouldn't steal nothin' from nobody." "I'm much obliged to you for your good opinion; Mr. Ridley. I'q lik e to see you get your $1,500 back somehow. If I'm willing to take chances with all my little capital I guess you can afford to take a chance also. I'll tell you how I got the tip, but you mustn't say anything about it to any body, for it might make trouble for me." Ben then told him about the rest of his adventures on the night before, and the farmer thought he had had a strenuous time of it. "Well, you kin send a telegram to Maria, that's my wife, in my name, tellin' her to bring the money on. You kin tell her to call at the hospital, 'cause you see she wouldn't give up no money without she knows what it's goin' for, and I'll have to talk her into the idea. It ain't by no means sartin that she' ll let me put it in stocks after the way Drum goole rubb ed it on me. She's kinder suspicious of sich easy ways of makin' money, and may refuse to let me have anythin' to do with it, which will be a pity, if you say I kin make $1,500 out of the deal in a week." "I sha'n't blame your wife if she holds off, for dealing in stocks is a risky thing, even at the best. But in this case you will have an fl,dvantage that might not happen again, of getting in on a sure pointer. To prove what I say is true I'll make a note of what you can get Southern Railway at to-day," and Ben wrote the quotation down on a piece of paper. "Now, whether you go into this thing or not, just keep watch on the stook for the next week and see if it doesn t go to l'<)Q. If it does, as I'm sure it will, for I'm banking on it to the limit of almost every ce:it I own in the world, then you'll be convinced that I have offered you one of the Wall Street plums that few people ever get hold of outside of those in a position to acquire inside information." After l eaving the hospital Ben sent the telegram to Mrs. Maria Ridley, with her husband's name attached, and then went home. Next day, about one o'clock, when Ben returned from an errand, he found a lady waiting to see him. She was tall, thin and countrified Although he had never seen Hiram Ridley's wife, he diJn't need an introduction to satisfy himself that this lad y was the "Maria" of whom he had heard so much. And so it proved. She had come direct from the hospital to see Ben. She had the sum of $1,300 in gold in a bag she carried in her hand. "Are you Ben Bassford?" she asked when Ben bowed to her. "Yes, ma'am," replied the boy, politely. "I'm Mrs. Hiram Ridley." "Glad to know you, ma'am," replied Ben. "I suppose you called with reference to a little s tock operation that your husband wishes me to put through for him." "I reckon that's right, young man," said Maria Ridley. "I've brought $1,300 in my bag, but I ain't quite satisfied in my own mind that I ought to humor Hiram so far as to put it up in what he calls a Wall Street deal. -He says you told him he was sure to make $1,500 out of it. How am I to know that sich i s the fact?" "Well, ma'am, I told Mr. Ridley that if he wanted to put up some money on a pretty safe stock deal now was the chance to do it, but you can't expect me to guarantee what his profit will be. I am in on this myself. And figuring on what I expect to make I told him that if he put up the necessary margin for 150 shares I felt sure he would come out $1,500, or even more) ahead. I simply invited your husband to come in on a good thing, I'd like to do him a good turn, but I don't want you to leave any money with me if you are going to hold me responsible for it. He's got to take the same chances that I'm taking. There is always a possibility that the be s t laid plans may come to nought in Wall Street. No man living can tell with positive accuracy what is likely to .happen in the market. If you wish me to put the deal in question through for your husband it must be understood that I am not to be held accountable if the money is l ost. I'm not looking to make anything out of the deal, so I hope you will consider the matter well before putting up your money." "Don't you expect to make somethin' out of Hiram for doin' this investin' for him?" "No, ma'am, I do not." "Well, now, it doesn't seem accordin' to human natur for anybody to do somethin' for somebody for nothin'," said Mrs. Ridley. "But, then, you're a boy. Mebbe you ain't eddicated to the grab-all doctrine yet. Hiram says you've got an honest face, and I'll allow that you have; but, then, you can't always judge a book by its cover. I've heard tell of people who looked as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths as being the worst villains that the Lord ever cre ated I had a second cousin once who--" "I beg your pardon, ma'am, I'm liable to have to run out at any minute on an errand for the office, so if you will make th i s interview short I'll take it as a favor. If you want to l eave any money for me to for your husband I'll take and do as well by him as I would by myself. That's all I can say." "Suppose you was to buy Hiram 100 shares of this stock, what would it cost him?" "Tlie 1stock has gone up three-eighths since the Exchan ge opened, and may go still higher before I get the chance to attend to the matter for him. I think, however, that $830 would be about the figure." "Well, I'll take the chance of le avin' you that amount, young man, and I hope you'll put it to good use, as Hiram and me ain't made of money, especially since Hiram allowed that boarder we had three years ago to sell him a $1,500 gold brick, as he calls it." She counted out the $830 in her lap and handed it to Ben, talcing his receipt for the sum, and soon after de parted. 'rhe money was in gold, and Ben got a small bag to put it in and placed it in the safe for the time being.


BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 17 Southern Railway closed that day at 82 5-8, and Ben bought the 100 shares for Hiram Ridley at that figure. Two days afterward the stock began to go up under heavy buying on the floor of the Exchange. It reached 85 and then dropped in fifteen minutes to 83 under a bear raid. It fluctuated between 82 and 86 for the ne x t two days, and then something came out in the newspapers about the road that brought a whole lot of people into Wall Street looking for the stock. Then it sudden ly developed that most of the shares had disappeared from the market. Brokers, in order to fill their orders for it, had to bid for it, and this sent the price to 90 in h ard ly any time. On the following day the real boom that Ben was looking for set in, and amid great excitement the price advanced to 98. Although Ben had little doubt that the stock would go to par, he concluded that $16 per share was profit enough for him. So he ordered his holdings and Mr. Ridl ey's 100 shares sold at the market This was done by the bank at 98 3-5, what the stock opened at next morning. In :figuring up his profits he found he had made $5,600, while Mr. Ridley had come in for a little over $1,500. That afternoon. he went to the hospital to carry the good news to the farmer, but found that Mr. Ridley had l eft that morning for Madison Corners. He had evidently deferred swear ing out a warrant against Howard Drumgoole. That evening Ben wrote a letter to the farmer telling him that his $830 had earned him a profit of $1,500, and asked for instructions about forwarding the money to him. CHAIPTER XI. MR. RIDLEY PRESENTS BEN WITH $100. Next day Ben collected what was comin g to him from the bank, and with $8,600 of his own money in his pocket he felt like a small capitalist. Without going into any particulars he told his mother and sister that he had made a successfu l deal in the mar ket, and as an evidence of it he gave his mother $ 400 to put in a bank against a rainy day, and his siste r $100 to s pend on herself On the following morning he presented Millie Saunders with a two-pound box of the best candy and a small nosegay of her favorite flowers. "Why, Ben Bassford," the girl exclaimed, in some aston ishment, "how can you be so reckless with your little money? The idea of you buying me a two-pound box of candy, which must have cost you $1.60. Really, I cannot acc ept so much from you." "Non.sense, Millie A fellow can afford to be extrava gant when he's made a bunch of money." "Made a bunch of money!" ejaculated the stenographer, in surprise. "That's what I said." "Why, how came you to be so lucky?" "By taking fortune on the wing." "I don't quite understand you." "I've been specu latin g on the market." "You haven 't," s he replied, incredulously. "Yes( I have, and this is my second spec this month." "Ben Bassford, are you telling the truth.?" "Did you ever catch me in an untruth?" "No, but--" 'f>e you won't rus h into the market in a hurry and run the c hance of lo s ing all you've won." "I promise you that I won't take any desperate chances, but if another tip comes my way, and I am satisfied that it's a g ood one, I am not going to let a good thing get away from me." Owing to the fact that a screw came loose somehow in the operations of the syndicate was boosting Southern Railway the stock did not reach par. After gett in g as hi g h as 99 3-8, somebody threw a block of 10,000 shares of it on the market. The syndicate brokers took it in to save the price from falling, but a second block of tl1e same size was too much for tl1em. A panic set in and the stock began to fall a s fast as it had gone up. The excitement on the floor was intense, and Ben heard about it after S. R. had gone down to 90. "Gee!" he ejac ul ate .cl. "I didn't get out of that deal any too soon. If I had held on for 100 I should have been in the soup by this time, and so would Mr Ridley. That's more evide nc e that you never can tell just where you're at in one of these booms. I wonder if that Mr. Edwards a;nd his friend B ennett are caught, or whether they sold out in time ? Considering that I got my tip through their con versat i on, they have my best wishes." On the following afternoon Ben received a letter from Mr. Ridley. The farmer was greatly tickled over the result 0 the deal Ben hacl engineered for him. H e praised the boy for his h o n esty and smartness, and asked him to hold on to the money till he came to New York about the Drumgoak matter. He said Deacon Smith had advised him to put his case in the hands of a lawyer for the purpose of trying to force Drumgoole to make some kind of a satisfactory set tlement. "I guess that will be the best thing for Mr Rid ley to do," thought Ben. "Half a loaf is better than no br ead The satisfaction of sending a mfil1 to prison may be all very well, b11t it isn't' like compromising a bad job with a good wad of cash. If he ca n ge t even fifty cents on the dollar it's my opinion he'd b etter take it and l et up on Drumgoole.


18 BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. The rascal will probably be sent to prison some day if he doesn't mend his skinning ways All this time Enoch Ridge was watching for a chance to get even with Ben. He had consulted with his cousin Drumgoole on the mat ter, and that slippery individual had offered a number of sugge stions. Enoch wanted to ruin Ben in the estimation of the firm, i he could, but such a thing was not easy of accomplishment Drumgoole had his own troubles a.s well. He was daily expecting +,o receive a visit from either Hi ram Ridley, demanding a show -u p, or from a policeman y;itLJ. 8: wru:rant for his arrest Hi> would have left the city and gone into hiding for a wh "-he c ould have conveniently done so. Firnt,.. 3 sent a friend of his to the hospital to try and arrange a compromise with the farmer. Then he learned that the J erseyman had left the insti-tuti0n and gone back to Madison Corners 1 The failure of the farmer to cause his 1:11:rest previous to his departure encouraged Drumgoole to believe that the trouble might blow over after all. Such was the state of his feelings when one morning he re ceived a lette r from a lawyer on Nassau Street inviting him to call at his office. He went and found Mr. Ridley there the law yer H e was asked to settle the farmer's claim or go to jail. Mr. Ridley wanted $1,000 in cash Drumgoole, finding that the J erseyman meant business, asked for time to get the money, and. a week was granted him to the first payment on account. Mr. Ridley called on Ben at his office, and after a short with the boy receiv ed the $2,330 coming to him, which inciuded the amount his wife had left with the young mes senger to put up as margin on the 100 shares of Southern Railway. "I never seen anythin' in my life to beat that," said the farm er, as he looked the bills over. "It's jest like findin' money. Is there any more chances like that runnin' loose down here?" "Not often Mr. Ridley," replied Ben. "How much did you make yourself out of your deal?" "I made $5,600." "By gosh! You're a smart boy! Now, i1ow much are yon goin' to charge me for winnin' this money for me?" "Not a cent." "That ain't no "ay to do business, Ben," said the farmer, shaking his head deprecatingly "I'll allow that you' re en titled to $100, anyway, for 'tendin' to the matter, and I'm goin' to give it to you." "I proposed the deal to you because I thought you might ju st as well make something out of that tip as well as my self. You were l a id up in the hospital owing to an accident you r eceivPd in following my advice to go up to the Tombs Court and swear out a WaJTant against Drumgoole. If you hadn't gone up there at that time yo1.1 wouldn't have got injured. B y the way, d id you get the number of the auto that ran you down ?" "No," replied 'Mr. :::;,idley, shaking his head, "I didn't git no number. Wl1at godd would it have done me to get the nu.mber, whatever that is?" "You could then identify the machine and bring suit against the owner for damages "I didn't know nothin' about that. Kin I get damages?" "You'd better consult with a lawyer. I think the chauf fer was arrested. If so, he's no doubt out on bail and the police arc waiting for you to appear and prosecute him. If you don't do it soon he'll be discharged. Take my advice and ham a lawyer look into the matter." "I will. I've got a lawyer who's go in' to make Drumgoole stump up or he'll put him in jail." As Mr. Ridley insisted that Ben take $100 for hiR trouble in putting the stock deal through for him, the boy accept ed it. ''If you hear of anythin' more like that, let me know, Ben," said the farmer, "I'd just as soon allow you half thti profits as not." "I don't think I'll run across another pointer like that for many moons, if I ever do," replied the boy. you'll take a tip from me you'll hang on to that money and not let it get back into Wall Street under any circumstances. Just hand itover to your wife to take cru.e of and then it will be safe." "Maria says you're the honestest boy she ever heard tell on. Before you writ me that I had made $1,500 out of that $830, she said a dozen times that she didn't expect to see that gold she gave you ag'in. She said it was a mighty big temptation to put in a boy's way, and that she left it with you ag'in her judgment. When your letter come she could hardly believe her eyes when she read it over Now, she'd let you hev $1,000 quicker'n slie would l et me hev it. She says you're one boy out of a thousand, and in her opinion there ain't nothin' too good for you Ben laugh ed, and soon after l\Ir Ridley took his leave and went to the Astor House, where he was stopping. CHAPTER XII. BEN GETS A TIP O N P. & 0., ANP BUYS A THOUSAND SHARES. 1 Alfter the collapse of the Southe.rn Railway boom, the market remained very unstable for a time, an

' BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 19 habits he had acquired since he got to running around town wi t h his cousin Howard Drumgoole and he was willing to run some risk to replenish his pock e tbook H e looked furtively at the one cl e rk who was busily en gaged at his books with his back turned to him Perceiving that he was not observed, l:i.e opened the drawer cautiously and looked in to see what money it con tained. Lying across a handful of loose change he saw five $20 bills pinned together with a memorandum. Underneath the shallow box containing the change were a number of other bills of a smaller denomination. Enoch up the five twenties, but with no intention of getting away with such a large amount, and was in the a.ct of raising the box of change in order to get at the small er bills underneath when he heard the door of the office open. Fearing that it was the. cashier, or one of the clerks, en tering, he got rattled, and closing the drawer quickly, skipped back to his desk with the five twenties in his fingers. It was Ben who entered with a small package in his hand. He came directly intotthe counting room, went to the cashier's desk, placed the package on it and returned to his seat in the waiting room. Enoch had noticed Ben's movements with a scowl, for he hated the young messenger boy more every day, especially as he could not find an opening to get back at him for the humiliation he had at his hands Suddenly an idea popped into his head. He was afraid to return to the cashier s desk to put back the five twenties. Or it might have been that the longer he looked at the yellowbacks the more he wanted to hold on to them. At any rate, he thought he saw his way to turn Ben's visit to the cashier' s desk to his own advantage Had he been as smart as he was, to a certain degree, crafty, he would have seen that his scheme was rather a dangero-us cne. The first thing to be done, however, was to hide the. bills where they would be perfectly sa.fe, in his opinion. He unpinned the memora ndum from the five twenty dollar bills and went into the wash-room with them. Taking off one shoe he shove sai d to himself, figuring the matter up in his mind. "There is no reason that I can see why I shouldn't." As soon as the other clerks came back, Enoc h excepted, Ben told the cashier that he guessed he'd go to his own lunch. The cashier nodded, and Ben put on his hat an d left. He had hired a safe deposit box a few days before to put his money in. He went there now, took out $7,200 and visited the bank on Nassau Street The margin clerk, who knew his face, nodded to him ag he appeared before his window. "What can I do for you, Bassford?" h e inquired. "You can take an order for a thousand sha.res of P. & 0., if you want to,'' replied Ben, cheerfully. "A thousand shares, eh? You're getting to be a plunger, young man. I guess you must have gotten hold of a tip, for hardly anybody is buying at present with the market in the shape it is." "Now is the time to buy, when stocks are low. They'll pick up before long." "That' s right," nodded the ma .rgin clerk. "So you want us to purchase 1,000 shares of P. & 0. You will have to put up $7,200." "Here's the money," said Ben, pushing his roll toward him. The clerk counted it, and finding the amount all right, the deal was put through and the boy left with the assur ance that the stock would probably be purchased within :fif teen minutes. Having disposed of that business, Ben went to lunch. Bassford patronized a certain quick-lunch house on Broad Stre e t, and when he entered the place he saw his friend Dick Fanshaw seated on one of the high stools at the coun ter eatiLg ::. beef stew. There was a vacant stoo l beside him and Ben took pos session of it.


20 BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. "Hello, Dick, how's things?" he said, slapping the other messenger on the back. "Dull," replied Fanshaw. "Nothing doing to speak of. Nobody seems to be speculating since Southern Railway went to not." "That's r:lg'nt:. A fellow has a chance to breathe now b e tween errands. By the way, how much do you suppose I m a d e out o.f Southern Railway myself?" "What were you in.-on that?" "Yes, I had a few shares, and I got out in the nick of time." "I suppose y ou made a couple of hundred out of it. You're getting to be pretty lucky, it seems to me." Ben chuckled. "What are you snickering a.bout?" added Dick. N o thing. Just a way I have when things corning in my direction," said Ben, beginning to eat his own beef stew "Are you often taken this way?" grinned Dick. "Don't be alarmed. ,It isn't catching." "You ought to treat to another s ho w if you've an oth er bunch of coin." ''Sure. We'll go somewhere to-morrow a t my expense." "If we ei:.t after the performance you don't want to re peat your acrobatic stunt that yc111 made suc h a failure of on the la s t occasion." "Oh, for get it, Di ck That's a thing of the misty past." Then they got to considering what s how they'd take in, and by the time they had settled on a theater they were done with their lunch. Settling for their checks, they returned to their office building together. CHiAPTER XIII. !BEN CO}.!ES OUT OF A BAD SCRAPE WITH FLYING COLORS. When Ben entered the waiting room the cashier called hini to his desk. "Did you notice i this cas h drawer o:f mine was ope n when you placed that package on my "It wasn't open, sir," replied Ben. "I s uppose you noticed that my bunch of keys was in the 1oc k, didn t you?" said the cashier, lookin g at him sharply. "No, sir. I didn t observe the fa.ct. Was it?" "Yes. I forgot to lock the drawer and take them out, as is my custom when I go to lunch. You didn't open the drawer to look for anything, then-a pencil, for instance?" "Certainly not," replied Ben, rather s urprised. at the ques tio n. "I wouldn't think of o,pening one of the drawers of your desk under any consideration." "Then you merely came to my desk, laid the package on it & nd went away?" Yes, sir." "Who waE' in the counting room when you caIDe in?" "John Price and Enoch Ridge." Th e cashier dismissed Ben and called up Ridge. He asked Ridge if he had seen anybody near his desk while he was out, and Enoch promptly said that Ben had been a t his d esk. "Yes," said the cashier. "He left a. packag e for me." ''I know h e did, and he was looking in one of your drawers, too," said the junior clerk, unblu s hin g ly. I q Are you sure of that?" asked the cashier, regarding him searchingly. "Yes, I'm sure of it. I saw him." When Enoch w ent back to his desk the cashier called Price over and spoke to him about the matter. Price, however, could give h im no information. He had been very busy and had not even seen Ben at the cashier's desk. Mr. W e lls could hardl y believe that Ben Bassford had taken that $100 out of hici draweT, but-ihe positive assertion of Enoch Ridge that he had seen the messenger l ooking in the drawer, coupled with the absence of the money, looked bad, to say the lea st,, after Ben's equally positive.denial that he had done any suc h thing. 'The cashier hardly lmew what to do about the matter. The entrance of Mr. Berry at that moment, however, decided him to call the junior partner's attention to the case. The junior partner pursed up his lips and stroked bis mustache. "Do you suspect that Ba ssford took the money?" he said. "I don't like to suspect him of such a thing, for it doesn't seem a s if he would be gu ilty o:f such a thing." "No, I don't believe h e's that kind of a boy. We have the greatest confidence i n him. If the money is actually gone somebody else took it. It's my opinion, however, that you mislaid it. Bette r look again ca r efully." "I have looked carefully. Besi es, I'm positive I left the money in a certain place in the drawer." "Well, you ou ght to have put it in the sa:fe when you went out." "The troubl e i s I ou gh t to hav e taken my keys with me; but in my hurry I forgot to do so. As the fault is mine I'll make good the amount if it doesn't turn up to-day." "Send Bassford in here," said Mr Berry. B e n was summoned and walked into the private room. "Look here B en, said the junior partner, "there's $100 been taken from Mr. Wells' cash drawer. I think you told him that you didn't go near the drawer." "I did tell him so," replied the boy, with a startled a ir. I had no business to go near any of his drawers. You don't suspect me of doing such a thing, do you, Mr Wells?" he said, turning to the cashier. "Well, Eno c h Ridge told me. that he saw you looking in my drawer at the time you laid the package on my desk." "Enoch Ridge told you that?" gasped Ben, in indignant astonishmeut. "Yes," replied the cashier, with a nod. "Then Eno c h Rid ge is a liar," replied Ben, hotly. "Let him dare tall me that to my face and I'll make him take it back or there' ll be something doin g." "Tut, tut!" ejaculated Mr. Berry. "Call Ridge here, Mr. Wells." Accordingly, Enoch was called into the private room. He knew what was in the air and came in with a bold front. "Did you see anybody at Mr. Wells' desk while he was out at ?" the junior partner asked him. "Yes, sir. I saw B en Bass:ford there," replied Enoch. "He laid a package on the cashier's d esk, didn't he?" ''Yes, sir." "And then he went away?"


BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 2 1 ''No, he opened one of the drawers, looked into it, took Ben produced the roll of bills and handed it to Mr. Berry, something out and put it in his pocket," replied Enoch, then he went outside and got his overcoat without the least hesitation. "I haven't anything in this but my handkerchief "You know that's a lie, Enoch Ridge!" cried Ben, an and--" grily. He drew out of one of the side pockets the memqrandum. "It isn't a lie. I saw you do it. "That's the paper that was pinned to the bills," said the Mr. Berry looked astonished. cashie r taking it. "How came it to be in your possession?" "What have you to say to that, Ben?" he asked I'm sure I don't know," r eplied Ben, with a puzzled "I that it's a lie." look. "You say you saw Bassford take something out of the I guess y o u kn o w who's guilty n ow," said Enoc h in a drawer," said Mr Berry, looking hard at Enoch "Did triumphant to ne you notice what it was?" These are not the b ill s you l ost, are they, Mr Wells?" "I did not." said Mr Berry. "You said they were twenties, I believe. "That will do. You may go. These are tens." "Hold on, Mr. Berry Please ask him if he went to the "He must have changed the ones he took when he was drawer himself." out to l u nch," said Enoch. "No, I didn't," replied Enoch. "I wasn't near the cashRidge's remark made Ben's case look bad. ier's desk." The boy flushed, but co.olly said: "Then where did you get the money that I saw you put"Now, sir, in justice to me, I hope you will mf)ke Enoch ting in your stocking in the wash-room?" said Ben, retake bis shoe and stocking off. The money may not be there membering the incident, which now looked suspicious to now, but I etrongly suspect that it is." h Enoch objected vigorously to taking his shoe off. Im. f B Enoch was staggered by this question, and grew as red as Although the case looked pretty bad or Ben, Mr. erry a boiled lobster. had some suspicion of Enoch's actions, and he insisted that Th f h the clerk remove his shoe and stocking. e eyes o t e jumor partner, and the cashier, were upon him, and he trembled with guilty apprehension. Ridge protested that it was an outrage, and tried in every "You didn't see me put any money in my stocking," he way to avoid complying with the request, but in the end he snarled, glaring at Ben. sulkily yielded, and five $20 bills came to light. Mr Wells identified two of them as ones he had had in "Yes, I did." his drawer. "You're a liar, you didn't!" "There seems to be no P,oubt that you are the person who "Come, come," said Mr. Berry, impatiently. "Explain took the missing bills from Mr. We1ls' cash-drawer," said yourself, Bsssford." the junior partner, regarding Enoch with mingled anger "You told me that five $20 bills were missing from your and contempt. "And you tried to put the guilt upon Ben drawer, l\fr. Wells," said Ben Bassford I suppose you knew that he received that $100, The cashier nodded. and you planned to use the fact against him." "Would you recognize those bills if you saw them?" "I didn't know anything about his having a hundred "I think I would." dollars," replied Enoch, sulkily, and he told the truth. "All righi. Mr. Berry, will you ask Ridge to take off his "You not only lied against Ben, but you lied to me when right shoe and stocking? I imagine you may find the I asked you if yOli had any money in your stocking. you mi s sing bills there have been in our employ five years, Enoch Ridge, but I am The junior partner thought the request peculiar, but sorry to say that you have not proved an ornament t o the nevertheless he decided to follow it up, for the question of establishment You have been reported several times for veracity between the two boys had become a seri ou s o ne, care l essness in your work, especially of l ate. We have and must be decided in justice to both given you every chance to make good here, but you have "Have you any money in your stocking, Ridge?" be scarcely proved satisfactory a:s a clerk, though you dic1 well asked the clerk. enough as a messengE!r. Your conduct today, however, "No, I haven't,'' i'eplied Enoch, doggedly. brands you as one entirely unfit to continue in this office. "I'm afraid it will be necessary for you to remove your You will therefore consider yourself discharged Mr Wells, shoe and stocking in order to convince us that Bassfo r d's pay Ridge his week's wages and let him leave the office at statement is not correct." once. "Why don't you search him first?" asked Enoch, d esperThe cashier nodded and walked outside, followed by ately. "I saw him put something in his overcoat. Enoch, who felt as if life had suddenly ceased to have any "I have no objection to being searched,'' replied Ben, further attraction for him quietly. "I've $100 in my vest pocket that I received from It was bad enough to be discharged, but to be shown u p Hiram Ridley this morning as a present in disgraceful colors by the boy he hated was the bitterest Enoch's eyes blazed with hope as he heard the amount, pill of all for that was the exact sum missing. "I am sorry, Ben, that any suspicion whatever was atThis was better luck than he anticipated. tached to you in connection with this unfortunate affair," That money and the memorandum he had surreptitiously said. Mr. Berry, as soon as the door closed on him and the put into Ben's overcoat ought to convict the young young messenger. "Although some of the circumstances, senger. taking in connection with Ridge's perjury, told against you,


22 BEN B.lSSFORD'S LUCK. I did not really believe, from what I and l\fr. Durand know of you, that you could be guilty of such a mean theft. You have come out of the affair with flying colors, and I con gratulate you That is all." Ben bowed as the junior partner turned to his desk, and walked out of the room Enoch was just coming out of the counting room with his hat and overcoat on. "I':i;n not done with you, Ben Bassford," he hissed, vin dictive ly. "You've got me in disgrace, but I'll get squaJ"e with you for it, see if I don't!" Ben made no repl y to his threat. He was not at a ll afraid of what Enoch Ridge might try to do to get square Enoch turned away and walked to the d o or The last thing he did as he passed out into the c orridoi was to shake his fis t at Ben and hiss some invective between his teeth at the young messenger CHAPTER XIV. BEN'S LUCK IN THE J\IARKET CONTINUES. "Well, Millie, your friend Enoch Ridge has got the G. B.," said Ben, later on that afternoon. "My friend!" exclaimed the girl, to ssing her head. "He's no friend of mine. I thought y ou knew that. Why did he have to go1?" s he added, curious ly. "I'll tell you, but you must keep it to yournelf He took $100 from Mr Wells' cash drawer; and then tried to put the guilt of the theft on"me. If it hadn't been that I a c cidentally saw him put the money in his sto.;king I'd have been in a ver y bad hole, for he put the memorandum that was attached to the bills in my overcoat pocket, and in ad dition, as luck had it, Mr Ridley gave me a present o f $100 this mornin g when h e called on me, and that made the matter look bad for me, for the time being, at any rate." Millie was clearly surprised at this information for she had no idea that Enoch Rid ge was so bad as that. 1Then she rememb e red that she h ad seen Enoc h, when she came in from lun ch, sta ndin g near Ben's oveTcoat, and she thought she had notic ed him dropping somethi n g into one of the pockE-ts. 'She told Ben about it. ''That accounts for the memorandum being in my pocket. I lmew he put it there. He was trying to get back at me for that scmp we h ad some time ago It was just like him to adopt an underhand method to !Lccomplish his object. Well, he got what was coming to him, at any rate I'm glad he 's out of the office for good He's not likely to get an othe r situation in Wall Street, for the firm wouldn't give him a r ecommenaation after what he was guilty of to-day." "I'm not sorry he's gone, eithe r. I did not care for him. Ho annoyed me a good deal with his undesirable atten tion s." I guess he was a bit mashed on you," laughed Ben. She tossed h er h ead d isdainf ull y and clicked away at her machine. "By the way, Millie, :you'd better get your sweet tooth in working ord er again. I see more candy corning your way "More, yvu extravagant boy!" "Yrs, I' ;n in on anotber deal." "Ben, I think I see your finish if you keep on. "Can't help it. I got on to anot her pointer, and I'm using it for all it's worth." "These pointers will ruin you in the end "l\Iaybe 1.hey will, and maybe they won't. At any rate, I'm willing to take a chance with them. I've come out ahead on two of them so far. I see no reason why the third s hould not Le as luck y as the others "It i s possible; but you a .re su re to keep right on till one of them breaks you." "Don't you w o rry, Millie. Wait till we're married be fore you do that," chuckled Ben. "Well, I lik e thatr" fl ushcd the girl. "I'm glad to hear that you like it, for I was thinking about proposing to you when I have made a million "The idea!" blushed l\Iillie again. "Just as if you'd ever make a million!" "I live in hopes of it. I'm worth $8,000 now." "What! You are wO!l'th $8, 000 !" she ejaculated, in as tonishment. "Yes, and I it all out of the $1,000 I got a few weeks ago for doing somebody you know a great favor. I made $2,100 on my first deal and $5,600 on my second. There, now, I)ve let the cat out of the bag I've tolJ you wha.t even my mother an d sister don't know, for I've kept it to myself until this moment. Now that I've given you my confidence I want you to be a s mute as a clam about it, for if the firm h eard that I was speculating I would prob ably get a callin g down for it." "Well you have surprised me, Ben. So you have r eally made $8,000 ?" "Yes, and I have put $7,200 o f it up as ma .rgin on 1,000 shares of P. & 0." "I don't see how y ou had the couTage to risk so much as that in a sing l e speculation. Supposing you should lose it?" "Then you wouldn't get any candy The candy only goes with a l ucky deal." Ben heard his bell buzz at that moment and he rushed off to see what Mr Durand wanted There was noth,ing much doing in the market for seve r a l clays after that, and P. & 0. hung around 72 as if glued to that figure That didn't worry' Ben any, as he was not looking for results for L week or so Finally the market began to pick up, and P. & 0. imme diately advanced to 75. Ten days from the time Ben bought it it was up to 80. He kept Il'I:illie informed of the progress of his lates t d eal and she showed great interest in it. "Why don't you sell now?" she asked him when h e fold her that the pnce had closed that day at 80 1-8. "You would make $8,000, wouldn't you?" "I would, but I feel sure that it will go higher." "You know the saying about a bird in the hand." "Yes, I lmow Everybody knows about it, for it's old enough to 'have whiskers." "Then why don't you take warning by it?" she said, al most anxiously. I'm not ready to sell yet." "That's just the way with the people who come to Wall Street to speculate," said the girl, a bit petulantly. "They hold on, thinking the rise will go on forever Then all of


/ E'EN BASSFORD'S LUCK. 23 a sudden there's a slump and they're caught in the trap they walked into." "Well, if I get caught it won't be your fault," and Ben walked awa.y. Next clay the chief interest of the Exchange centered in P. & 0., and when Ben carried a note over to Mr. Berry he found the brokers greatly excited over ii. At noon it was going at 85 and a fraction, and the young me:;senger decided that now was the time to get out from under while everybody was eager to purchase at the high prices. He didn't get a chance to go near Nassau Street until after two o'clock, by which time he saw by the ticker that the stock had gone as high as 87 3-8. It looked dangerous to him now, for the normal price of the stock wns generally around 80. With so much at stake he begged off for fifteen minutes and rushed around to the little bank and gave in his order to sell. As soon as he had done that he felt as if ::i big load was off his mind. "It may go to par now, for all I care, I sha'n't kick," be said to himself, as he hurried back to his office. He iold Millie tha,t he had sold out at a profit of $15 a share, and she congratuJatecl him on being so fortunate. The closing quotations on the ticker showed that P. & 0. was ruliugat 89. "Well, it won't rule 1-0ng at that figure," muttered Ben. "I don't se why people go wild over docks when they're way up in air. If they're not lucky enough to buy when the is low they ought to leave it alone, and keep their eyes skinned for a good chance next time." That night when he reached home he told his mother that there v:asn't any need for her to work any longer if she didn't want to. "I won another good stake to-day, and on the strengt h of it I'm to give you $1,000 to put in the bank along with thai $ I gave you a little while ago His mother and sister were surprised and delighted to hear such 11ews. "You've never asked me how much money I'm worih, mother," he said "You know I have told you that I only gave you a small part of my winnings before. Well, when I get my check to-morrow I'll bring it home aud show :it to you before I cash it." He kept his word, and his mother and sister were amazed to learn thai he was worth $23,000. Of course Millie got her candy, and this time :it was a fi vcpoun d llox. "llI y gracious What a lot yon "ve got this time," she laughed, when he pla.ced it ou her desk. "You're awfully good. I wish you'd win $15,000 every week." "I wish so, too," replied Ben. "Then I'd soon get that million togdher and I would have to carry out my promise of proposing to you." "You fovlish boy flushed the girl. "Thanks. If I made a million you wouldn't call me foolish. Y ,:m'd be trying your very best to catch me." "I would not," cried 1\fillie, with a more vivid blush than before. "Money isn't everything to a girl." "It is to some girls, but I don't think it is io you. You might take pity on me if I was only wo:::th $100,000 "When I like any one money doesn't count," she said. "I've got an idea that it counts a whole lot when two people go housekeeping. I know that mother, sis and I have seen stren uous times keeping the ball rolling, and that isn't any dream, Millie." The stenogra.pher agreed with him, for she and her mother had been through the mill, too. CHAPTER XV. A POINTER WORTH A FOR'rUNE. When Saturday came arnund Mr. Durand called Ben int<' his private (ffice and told him that he intended to promote him to the counting room in Enoch's place when business picked up again to the extent that another clerk was needed. "Your promotion may not take place fall, for I don't like to lose you as a messenger. I may say that you're the best one we ever had. But, in the meanwhile, to show you that we appreciate the value of your services, your wages will be raised two dollars a week, beginning with to-clay." "I am very much obliged to you, Mr. :qurand," said Ben. "I will try to d eserve the increase." "There isn't any question a.bout you deserving it, Ben," replied the uroker. "Mr. Berry and myself are both of one mind on' that score." Mr. Durand turned to his desk and Ben retired a very happy boy. Several weeks passed away Ben got next to any thing that l ooked like a tip. Then he discovered that the L. & S. road had absorbed the A. & N. One of the conditions of the transfer of control was that the former road was to guarantee the share holders of the latter road a 11-2 per cent. quarterly dividend. The annuuncement of this concession was bound to boom the stock of the A. & N., which had for a long time been a drug on the speculative market. Ben got his pointer from a confidential clerk in the em plo y of the A. & N. road, who advised him to buy as much of the stock of that road as he could put up the margin for It was selling ihen for 4.0, and Ben put an order in at a big brokerage house for 5,000 shares. It took the finn several days to get the stock, as it was s carce, owing to the fact that those on the inside had brokers out scouring the district for it. Finally he was noiifiecl that the whole number of shares hacl been secured and was held subject to his order. A few clays later the news of the consolidation came out in the public press and immediately there was a rush by Rpcculative brokers to purchase some of the A. & N. stock. On the first day the price of the shares went to 52 and on the next day they rose to 65. This was about as safe a deal as Ben could have gollc into, as he eoulcln't very well lose, for the price was not at all likely to go down again unless the whole market par ticipated in a bad slump. So he did not sell out in any rush this time, but held on till the shares went up to something over 70 when he sold out his holdings, a thousand at a time, and made a profit of $30 a share, or $150,000 on the whnle deal. Ile said 110thing to his mother ox to Millie Saunders


BASSFOH.D'S LUCK. about this transaction until the deal was concluded, and he had his check from the brokers in hand. "Gee! 'They'll each have a fit, and so will sis, when I sho;w them this check," said Ben, as he looked at it after taking it from the letter the mail carrie11had just delivered "I wonder what Mr. Durand and Mr Berry would say if they knew I was worth all this money? Talk about luck! I couldn't have gotten bold of a finer pointer, for it was just like finding money. Hardly "any risk about it at all. I'll bet I've made as much as many of the insiders The clerk who put me wise thought I only had a few dollars to invest. How he would stare if he knew I've got to give him a valuable present. Something worth $500 at least to show my gratitude I tell you it's a fine thing to be born fortunate Then everything comes your way." 1\Iost of the time Millie ate her lu nch in the office. That clay when she wt1.s in the midst of it Ben walked in and asked her how she felt. "Why, I feel all right," she replied. "I look well, don't I?" "Yes. You're not subject to heart failure, are you?-' "Of courrn not. Why do you ask such a ridiculous question?" "Because I'm going to treat you to a surprise, and I wanted to be sure that you wouldn't have a fit and oblige me to telepho ne for an ambulance." "Oh, go on What is your surprise?" "You an: sure you can stand it?" "How tantalizing you are! What is it you're going to tell me?" "I've just macle a barrel of money off a tip I got." "A barrel of money! Incleed Whai"s the size of the barrel?" "This banel holds 7,500 $20 pieces and it's full to the cover." "What sort oi' nonsense are you talking about?" "No nonsense at all. I have made $150,000 on the c;lool." "You hav e made how much?" Ben repentedthe amount. "You tell that very nicely, indeed, Ben Bassford." "Don't you believe me?" "Now, Ben, do talk c-ommon sense." "That's what I'm doing." The girl eyed him and went on eating. "Well," continue d Ben, "I didn't expect you would be lieve me, so I've brought along the evidence to convince you There is the check I just received from my brokers. Read it s1owly, so that you won't let any of it get away from you." Millie read it twice. It bore the lithographed name and address of the broker age firm at one end, while their signature was in the proper place. It was :filled in plainly enough in Ben's name, and or dered the Bank of New York to pay the boy $170,0QO. "Ben Bassford, what does this mean ? cried the n.ston ished girl. "It means just what it says I put up $20,000 margin on 5,000 shares of A. & N. I cleared $150,000 by the deal. That makes the amount of the check. I have $2,000 left in my safe deposit box, so yousee I am actua ll y worth at thi s moment Aren't you glad you know me?" :Millie was simply paralyzed, and Ben had to explain the whole story of the deal before s he c0uld get the fact through her head that the young messenger had suddenly become a very rich boy. "I suppose you won't know plain little me after this," she said, with an arch glance in his face. ''That's right," grinned Ben. "I'm going to shake all my old friends, for I can feel my head swelling to a con siderable extent Do you noiice any change in it?" She shook her head. ''What are you going to do with all that money?" "I may start abank, or a life insurance company, out a street railway, or something of that kind, andnave myself elected president. For instance, I know a good scheme I could buy some small railroad line that was on the hog, say for about $100,000 Then, h:v applying up-to date methods to it I would recapitalize it for, say $1,000,000, and se ll the shares to the public at as near par as I could. With a part of the money I would make new improvements and then get a new mortgage on the entire road for twice what they cost. A few more little kinks of that kind carried out under expert legal advice would prob ably make me a multi-millionaire in the course of time. The newspap ers would probably denounce my methods, and call me a :financial pirate, but I could stand that as well as the man What do you think of the idea?" "I think you are almost too smart for Wall Street. But, te ll me, all aside, wha.t rue you going to do with your m001ey ?" "Isn't it rather soon for you to expect me to answer such a complicated questioo? I've onl;r just hegun to realize that I'm worth :1 small fortune. The only project I have in view at present i;:; to buy mother a fine home. As for the rest of the money, I may salt a lot of it down in bonds and mort gages of the gilt-edge order and let them earn more money for me while I sleep. Some dayI expect to get married and my wife will want to spend a slice of it. How would you like to get on that job? as we're old friends, an d I like you a whole lot, I'll give you the refusal of it for the next two years That's fair enough, isn't it?" Millie flushed to her hair, for there was considerable earnestness in Ben's voice and manner, and she knew that the young messenger did like her a great deal. How much further Ben might have carried the matter is uncertain, if they had not been interrupted. by one of the clerks, who came in from his lunch. He. had a funny story to tell of something he had seen onthe street, and when he finished Millie resumed her work and Ben walked off. CHAPTER XV.I. CONCLUSION. The brokerage firm who had carried the deal through for Ben believeJ that he was merely a :figure

BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. ford w ould have been the talk of Wall Street be.fore twentyI As Hiram drove throu g h the front gate B e n and Dick fou r hours had passed ove r his head I caught sight of two female .figures rocking on the veranda. T h e n c w.ipape r s would have gotten hold of it, too, and "Them are the g al s," said the f a rmer, pointing toward B en woul d have been allud e d to as the young Napoleon of them with hs whip. "And there's Maria comin' out of the Wall Stree t. door to welcome you." Altogct h e r he would ha .ve obtained more notoriety than Maria Ridley welcom e d Ben efEusively, declaring that she would have ple ased e[ther him or his employers. was real glad to see him at the farm. W e will l eave the re a der to gu e s s the effect produced on Ben introduced Dick to her, and then she introduGed the B e n 's m othe r and. si s ter by the evidence he produced that boys to the two summer guests of the place. he had cle ared $150 000 i.n a s ingle deal in the market. The girls were prinked up to beat the band in anticipation Ins i d e of a few short months the little family; through of meeting Ben and Dick, and though neither was really the b oy's run of luc k h a d been rajsed from genteel poverty haudsome, 1.he young me s sengers paid them as much atto comp a ra tive affiue nce, and it" may well be believerl that tention as though they were heiresses. the cha n ge was a happy one for them. After supper Mr. Ridley took the boys around the farm Ben told his mother to hunt for a nice, comfortable and showed them his cows, his horses, his chickens, his barn, house, with plenty of ground, in any locality that pleased and everything in which he took great pride. her best and he wo uld come up with the money to pay 'l"he evening was spent on the veranda with the girls, for it. Maria showing up occasionally and Mr. Ridley appearing The boy had a letter from Mr. Ridley about this time about half an hour before it was time to retire. The fa rmer said that Drumgoole was paying him $50 Ben and Dick were installed in a good sized room with a monih'to s ave himself from per s ecution-, and that the paya double bed, and as they were not accustom e d to turning in m ents w e re to continue until he had accounted for the sum so early as half-past nine they sat by one of the windows of $1,000. looking out on the starlit land s cape and sizing up t:ke :lasH e in v it e d B<'Il io come to Madi s on Corner s and pay him cinating qualitie s of the two y oung lady board ern. a vi sit free o f charge at any time he could :find time to do so. A matter of two hours elapsed before they felt sleepy J! s th e w ea th e r was no11i ge ttin g w a rm, B e n wrote Mr. enough to think of going to b e d. Ridl e y and i.old him that he and his friend Dick Fanshaw E v erybody else in the house was sound a s leep by this time. would pay }iim a visit on th e following Saturday afternoon 'l'he view from the boys' window commanded the barn and r e main until Monday mornin g and asked the farmer to and as Ben was on. the point of sugge s tihg that it wa11 meet the m a t the railro a d s tation at Glendale, which was time they turned in, Dick said : about a mile from Corners. "Look yonder, Ben. There's a couple of persons hang The boy s went to the ferry directly from their offices, ing a.round the barn I've been watching them several after a lunc11 on Broad Street, caught the two o'clock train minutes and I don't like their actions. I'm satisfied they've ove r the Erie road, and reached Glendale about halfpast no connection with the place, and I'll bet they're up to no three. good." Hiram R:dley was on hand with a light wagon to meet Ben looktd in time to see the two :figures sneak around them, and: he was very gl a d to see Ben again. to the rear of the barn, and the way they did it de Maria fa tic kled to death to hev you come, Ben," he cidadly suspicious. said. "She a in-'t had no chancQ yet to thank you for puttin' "They must be a couple of tramps looking for a free that ther e deal through for me by which I made $1,500. night's lodgi:qg I think Mr. Ridley ought to know; about She says you're the hon e stest boy that--" it, but I don't know. which room in the house he occupies "Oh, cut it out, Mr. Ridley! I'm bashful and I don't like If we knocked on one of the doors at random it would be to be comp limented." just our luck to. strike the one the young ladies are sleep "Wal, now, you ain t too bashful to talk to the gals, ing in ." you? 'rheres a coupl e of stunne r s s toppin' at our place this "Let's sneak o'orvr to the barn ourselves," said Dick, who week. Maria h a s been talkin' so much about you that had been looking out of the window and investigating the the y' r e both half crazy to see you." to their room. "All we have to do is to let "So you 've got a couple of young fadies boarding with ourselves down on this one-story ell below and then jump you, eh?"' ;rinne d Ben. "I g uess and I'll help en to the ground. There will be no trouble in getting back, tertain tl ie m till Monday'morning." for I see a sma,U ladder lying. on the ground close by." "'r.h erC', now, I }mowed you two boys would be pleased "All right," replied Ben. "I'm with you. It's doUars out of y our boots to m eet a couple of fine gals. Maria and to doughnuts that thdse chaps have no right to be around me likes to see youn g people enj'y themselves. It kinder this place. If they get into the barn and should throw a mak es us f e e l young ag 'in ourselves match carelessly after lighting a pipe, they might set the Afte r a rid e of a mile over a good road they came to a place on :fire, and that would be a great loss for Mr. Ridley." black smit h e ho p and a clu s t e r of p e rhaps a dozen houses, It didn't take the boys more than a minute to reach the one o f whi c h w as a ge n e ral st ore. ground, and then they started fo.r the barn. Thi s h e r e i s the Corne rs," s aid Hiram Ridley. "I live When they got there they cautiously made their way to bout h alf a mil e beyond down this crolssroad." the back of the building T h e Ridley hom e was a small, white farmhouse, half Peering around the corner they sa w the smaller of the cove r e d wit h creeper s and sat about three hundred two intruders on the shouldeTS of his companion, prying feet fro m the roa cl. open a window shutter just within his reach.


26 BEN BASSFORD'S LUCK. He got it open just as Ben and Dick anived on the scene, and then with coruiiderable agility he clambered In a few minutes the back door of the barn was openell and then the other man walked insic1o. Allowing a few minutes to ela.pse Ben glic1ec1 up to the door and tried it. It was not fastened now. Ile pulled it open a little way and beckoned Dick to fol low him insid e They stood in the gloom of the place and li s tened. Then they heard voices and saw a light at the end of the barn "Let's see what they're up to," said Ben. "Be carefu l not to malrn any noise." 'l'hey crept over the floor until they reached a spot where they could observe t h e actions of the interlopers. One was up in the lot tossing h ay down which the other was carrying in aimfu l s to a corner and piling it up. "You've got enough down now, Enoch," said the chap below. "Slide down that rope and help make the second pile ready. We'll soon have our bonfire started, and I 'll get good an d s quare with Ridley for the money he's made me cough up." "Gracious!" whispered Ben. "The intn1ders are Enoch Ridge and his cousin Howard Drumgoole. They're going to burn the barn down. Drumgoole wants to get back at the farmer and he's got Enoch to help him do it. We've got to put a spoke in their wheel, and the barn." B e n hunie dly outlined a plan to surprise and knock o ut the ra scals They w ould get as c lose as they could unobserved and then when Ben gave the word they were to rush on them suddenly and strike them down with their fists, taking care to hit out as hard as they could. "There's n othing more to be done than to set fire to the straw," said Drumgoole, surveying the two big piles of hay they had bunched u p at opposit e corners of the barn. "Then we'll get away as fast as we can ." He reached for the lan tern, when Ben suddenly sprang upon him from behind and felled him to the floor with a blow b ehin d the ear. At the same time Dick rushed at Enoch and laid him out as fiat as a pancake Both blows b ad been stunner&, and before the dazed rcci pients of them recovered their faculties they were bound tightly to each other. 'Now," said Ben, "you remain here and watch these chaps while I go and arouse Mr Ridley ." Ile hurried away, and with a stick began pounding on a side door "You don't mean that Drumgoole i one of them?" said the astonished Mr. Ridley "He certainly is, and his cousin, Enoch Ridge who used to work in our office, but was discharged for an attempted theft, is the other." "By gosh Who would h ave thought it!" Ben led the way into the barn, and to the spot where Fan sha w was standing guard over the two helpless and discom fited rascals. "So you've turned firebug, hcv you?" said the farmer, regarding Drumgoole with no very pleasant look, after see ing the preparations that had been made to burn his barn. "Wal, I reckon you'll go to State prison for this, if there's any law in Jersey." 1\Ir. Ridley went away and aroused his hired man. Then a team was hitch ed up, Enoch and Drumgoole were loaded into it, and the farmer with his man drove off to Glendale to enter a charge against the prisoners and have them locked up. As soon as the wagon passed out of the yard Ben and Dick returned to their room, thoroughly satisfied with what ihey had done in Mr Ridley's behalf Ben and Dick had to remajn over until Monday noon, as their evidence was required at the examination of the pris oners Enoch and Drumgoole were held for trial. In clue time they were tried, convicted and got a stiff sen tence at the Trenton Sthte prison, and they are there now working out their terms. When Ben and Dick got their two weeks' vacation they Bpent it clown at the farmhouse of Hiram Ridley, and they both had a bang up time there. When business picked up in Wall Street in September Ben was promoted to the c?unting room and a new messen ger boy hired. With the beginning of this year he l eft the employ of Durand & Berry, after being with the firm seven years, and set up as a broker for himself, with a capital of a quarter of a million. A few months l ater he and Millie Saunders were married, and they have a :fine home in New Rochelle, not far from the place where his mother and sister live. Here they are frequently visited by Dick Fanshaw, who expects to be married soon himself to a very pretty Brook lyn girl. Ben, as a rising young broker, is very well l iked in the Street, and he has been so successfu l from the start that it is getting to b e a common thing for the brokers to refer to Ben Bassford's Luck. THE END. P rcscntly a window above was raised and the farmer siuck his head out. Read "A YOUNG GOLD KING; OR, THE TREAS URE OF THE SECRET CAVES," which will be the next number (117) of "F. ame and Fortune Weekly." "Who's there?" he demanded. "I, Ben Bassford Put on your clothes and come down. An rttcmpt has been made to burn your barn down, but Dick and I have caught the would-be tirebugs." '-Burn my barn !" gasped 1\fr. Ridley. "Wal, ef that don't beat all! I'll be right down, Ben." In five minutes the farmer unlocked the door and came out. Ben tolcl him all that had happened, a nd who the two were. SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps bv mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNIO"N" SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies :you order by return mail.


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128 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY Shad ow ing a Red Umbrella By Kit Clyde. It was not the kitld of red umbrella which, on a summer day, makes patches of pictures que color among the greenery of the parks or along the gray sand of the seasiQe It was of a peculiar, dark hue, as if it had been dyed in red ink; and it careened against me on the narrow pavement of a crowded cross street at the southern extremity of the city. The violent jostle was what attracted my attention to its peculiarity. As it carromed against my own, and my hat went spinning into the streaming gutter, I very naturally sent a n inqu i ring glance after it. It was already disappearing around a corner. But in that quick glance I not only remarke d its extraordinary hue, but I also had a fairly satisfactory view of the individual carrying it. He was a tallish man, florid of feature, and stout of frame. He had a thick, blond mustache, and blond hair closely cut; his age might have b ee n anywhere between thirty and forty. He seemed in d esperate haste, and uncommon l y preoccupied In mind. And as he turned the corner he appeared to be directing his rapid footsteps into the entrance of a small store occupicEl by a dealer in gentlemen's furnishing goods. "I shall recognize you again, my friend, if I ever have the pl easure of seeing you," I thought, wrathfully, as I picked my brand-new and mud-christen e d silk hat from the oozy rivulet beside the curb. The rain was falling in a wre tch ed, foggy drizzle. The iiavement was slippery with mud and patches of ice rapidly thawing. In the execrable walking the incident passed from my mind. By the time I had transacted some pressing business and presented myself at the office, I had forgotten it altogether. "You have come around just !JS I happen to want yon my chief said. "We want yon to take Bob's place to-night." "What's the matte r with Bob?" "He has discovered something which looks like a ne;w clue. If be is right there will be more than one arrest within the next twenty-four hours. "Has be struck the trail of an organized gang?" "There is more than one engaged in the making of the counterfeit note, but at the present outlook their operations will be nipped in the bud." "The Mulhorne girl still refuses to talk?" "Not a word can be got from her lips. I believe she will die in prili'on before she will make explanation whatever spurious money found in h e r possession. She must be eit h e r an accomplice or a dupe. The mistake was in lock ing her up; if she had been left at liberty and closely shad owcil we should have been at the bottom of the mystery long ago." The case was an interesting one. '.rhe gi rl, Carrie Mulhorne, had purchased some tri fling :Hticle in an up-town fancy bazaar, and had offered in payment a fifty-dollar bank note. The large figure of the bill, together with the small value of the purchase, had excited suspicion at once An instant's examination showed the bill to be one of the most coarsely and unskilfully executed counterfeits ever ten dered for circulation. To all inquiries concerning how she had obtained it the girl refused to answer a word. She bad attempted to dash away from the bazaar as if ov erwhe lmed with terror. But the proprietor, who was a:n old gentleman of an ex citable and choleric temper, had promptl y overtaken her and handed, her Qver to an officer. After her arrest her purse was discovered to be crammed with the bogus stuff. Whether she had herself managed to buy the "green goods" as a venture of her own, or whether she was the innocent agent of the guilty parties, could not be g u essed I<'rom the first she had kept an obstinate and absolute silence She had been hel d for trial, and in the meantime the bank learned that quite a number of the counterfeits had been passed or tendered in several different quarters. The bank officia l s bad immediately secured detective serv ice, and at the time I was detaile d upon the case I was aware of a ll the principal points of consequence, and the items of progress also "The girl was locked up before the case was submitted to us," _my superior reminded me. "But it don't matter now. Bob has .tracked his game pretty nearly to cover. Another day or two w ill bring the rascals to the light of justice." "And I am wanted to shadow the den he thinks he has spotted?" "You are to go inside and take a survey of the premises. The dies and p lates may be concealed there. You will not he Interrupted; the men who hire d the place leave every night at dark, and do not return until morning. There is a duplicate key provided for the opportunity." I took the oddly-shap e d brass key my superior banded me, and left the office But I must confess I did not r e lish the job. The arrest of Carrie Mulhorne had of course frightened the suspected counterfeiters into a suspending of operations, and into desperate methods of concealing their implements. The place I was to inspect was a dismantled and abandoned barge, moored at a wharf where the river was skirted by a densely popu lated t enement district. Two men of an appearance which my fellow detectiv e had cons i dered highly suspicious had hired the barge with the ostensib l e purpose of ascertaining if she could be repaired, and if so of becoming her purchasers. One of those two men was believed to be the brother or l over of the girl Carrie Mulhorne. Ile had been her frequent visitor at the house whe re she was employed as nurse-maid; and he had also been circumstantially identified as on e of the individuals who had tendered a spurious bank note and failed to get genuine currency in excb,ange. It was still early, although the drizzle had shrouded the dusk in obscurity when I reached the barge. I listened a mom ent before I stepped upon the deck, which, with the ebbing tide, had lowered several feet below the string-piece of the deserted pier. But everything was still. I jumped aboard, and, whistling carelessly, proc eeded to survey everything from binnacle to hatchways I beard no sqund but my own footsteps. I saw no light but the flicker of a street lamp, dim and indistinct through the foggy dusk. But the darkness and silence were deceptive, as it proved. By the light of the lantern with which I had provided myself I unlocked the padlock of one of the hatches and de scended the ladder-like steps into the hold. I had scarcely let myself down from the last steep step when a gruff and startled voice callerl upon me to halt. C lenching my right hand defensiv e ly, I uplifted the l antern in my right hand to b eho ld two m e n whose !lppearance in the uncertain gloomy light at first struck me as being threatening and most villainous. "What for you sneaking down in my barge? You t'ink to steal somet'ings, yah ?" the foremost demanded in tones of mingled alarm and anger. I lowered my lantern, and laughed heartily in my sur prise. The startled men before me were old acquaintances. They were two of the most inoffensive and industrious prop erty owners in the tenement district which skirted that portion of the river. "I am after something I don't think yon woul, d lik e to have found secreted in your barge, Jake," I said. "I am in search of certain articles which possibly have been left behind by the men w h o hired her of you."


FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 29 "They bad mens, you t'ink-yah? They nothing leave here. All they takes away. The big trunk; and the somet'ings in bags I not understand. They not pays me for mine barge: They says she not of what they would bargain make. I am at one great trouble! What I would have to do somebodys must tell me. They use mine barge; they promise-say of the goot pay; they goes away and nothing leaves; must I not to the law go for mine rights?" "When did they take their things away?" I asked, as I r looked searchingly around the hold of the barge. "They go just one minute. You not meet them, yah?" I heard the question, but I was too absorbed in a sudden discovery to speak in reply. Just beside me, where the disturbed dust showed that a box or trunk of some kind had been removed, the uneven planking of the floor was stained and splashed with what looked like blood at a casual glance. But a closer scrutiny revealed the marks as the fresh drippings from an umbrella, which had been leaned against one of the huge rib timbers of the hold. The owner of the old barge gave me a description which tallied exactly with that of the tall, stout, florid man I had met in the down-town street. If I had only known the man was one of the suspected counterfeiters I should have begun trailing the red umbrella then and there. With not a little irritation I clambered back upon the pier. I had crossed to the opposite side, and had paused to deliberate what course I had best pursue. I had neither seen nor heard anybody, but at the instant a red umbrella appeared beside me as suddenly and noise lessly as if it had sprung by magic from the ground. Before I could recover from my astonishment a clenched fist shot out with terrific force, and I staggered back to fall headlong over the string-piece As I flung out my arms with an instinct to save myself, I clutched a length of rusted chain which seemed to have been caught and wedged between the string-piece and the flooring timber of the pier. It stopped my fall, but my weight was sufficient to loosen it, and I felt myself being lowered link by link into the slushy ice of the slip. Fortunately there was a row boat fastened to one of the plies almost beneath me, and by a last desperate effort I succeeded in flinging myself into it. With some difficulty I unfastened the boat, and presently I effected a safe landing a few piers below. There I turned the boat over to the care of a watchman, and darted down town. I had walked a half dozen blocks, and was about boarding the car which had finally overtaken me, when I thought I saw theefigure of my assailant standing near a street lamp just ahead. It was the man with the odd red umbrella. And just before him stood a light express wagon, or truck, which a balky horse had backed into the open space before one of the riv e r front warehouses. In the wagon was a cheaply made trunk and a solidly made box of moderate size. In an instant I knew the box and trunk were those which had been taken from the barge. .,I had not been ordered to seize the articles; I had simply been instructed to make an inspection wit!Mut exciting obser vation. We had no positive evidence against the men, or, at least, I had not enough to warrant my,interfering just yet. "Take the critter out of harness, and see if you can't get another, Joe. Something must be done, or I'll be obliged to dump the load in the river," the man with the umbrell:i. said wrathfully, as the balky beast refused to stir a foot. "I thipk we will take charge of that load," some one re marke d quietly, and I turned to see my fellow detective and a couple of police officers approaching. My first thought was to prevent the escape of the individual with the red umbrella, whom I had noticed starting back with a hand slipping toward his pistol pocket. I sprang toward him and had a hand upon his colla.r, when he whirled upon me like a tiger, and with one terrific bound wrenched himself free. One of the officers started in pursuit; the other stood guard over the driver of the truck, while my fellow detective and myself inspected the load. It was what we had suspected. There were parcels of not only counterfeit bank notes, but there was a quantity of bogus coin also. And there were the implements and material for making both. The driver of the truck looked astounded. He was a handsome young fellow with as frank and honest a face as I ever beheld. "I didn't know anything about the stuff," he declared, em phatically, and with what seemed genuine consternation. "Did you not supply Carrie Mulhorne with counterfeit money?" I asked, as I took him away a prisoner. He had admitted she was his sweetheart. "I did not," he said with emphasis. "I don't know how she got hold of. it. I don't even know the name of the scoundrel who has got me in this scrape." "That's strange! You have been pretty closely associated with him in the matter." "I have carried his boxes and parcels to the express office. Was I to be curious about the contents? \\1as I to disbelieYe what he told me? He paid just as any other man would ha>e done, and I have my living to make." In spite of young Joo Vadley's honest l ooks and emphatic assertion of innocence, the case was turning rather dark against him_ He was identified as having attempted to exchange one of the spurious bills for good currency. At the time the bill had been declined as bad, and the young fehow's astonishment had saved him from any disagreeab le consequences. In the meantime the man with the red umbrella had not been capture'd. He seemed to have disappeared as utterly as if the earth had opened and swallowed him up when he wrenched himself free from my grip. The next morning I strolled into the down-town store which I fancied he had entered the afternoon before. I was not wrong. When he turned the corner after jostling against me, he had gone directly into the place. "He is one of our customers, and he stops at the Empire House. His name is Dalgol," the proprietor of the stoie in formed me. I took an officer with me and went straight to the small hotel specified. We were ushered without the slightest objection to the room occupied by l\Ir. Dalgol. "Corne in," growled a fierce voice, as we tapped at his door. But he was prepared for us. He stood in the center of the room, a revolver in each hand. It needed but a glance to see that the man was a lunatic. And so he was afterward proved. He was overpowered after a terrible struggle, and taken to prison. From there he was afterward consigned to an insane asylum, where he died after a few months of close restraint. He had been an engraver, and had long been subject to periods of insanity in a mild form. It was in one of these periods that bis crazy brain devised the scheme of counter feiting coin and bank notes. Joe Vadley and pretty Carrie Mulhorne were both honor ably acquitted. The girl had received the bogus money by mail. She had supposed it a gift from her lover, who by economy and a little shrewd speculation was rapidly acquiring quite a competence. When she learned the money was spurious her fears for her lover had sealed her lips. But investigation proved that the crazy Dalgol had mailed it to her. Her arrest had been caused by the freak of a madman, and was proved beyond a doubt. She is now Mrs. Joe Vadley, and her handsome husband is one of most prosperous young men of the city.


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# Latest Issues ''WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY COLORED COVERS CONTAINING STORIES OF Boy FIREMEN 32 PAGES PRICE 5 CENTS :J Young Wide Awake Above the Flames; or, Through a Roasting Ordeal. <;O Young Wide Awake in DanjJer; or, Baflled by a FireBug. L Young Wide A wake's Daring Deed; or, The Last Chance for Life. Young Wide Awake's Factory Fire; or, Caught in a Death Trap. 84 Young Wide Awake and the Maniac; or, After the Insurance Crooks. 85 Young Wide Awake's False Alarm; or, The Fire Captain's Narrowest Escape. 86 Young Wide A wake's Mysterious Fire; or, Almost at Death's Door. 87 Young Wide Awake Over a Volcano; or, The Trick of the Mad Chemist. 'S3 Young Wide Awake's Rope Crew; or, The Belmont Boys' Pluck. Fire I 88 Young Wide Awake and the Frozen Hydrants; or, FireFighting in a Blizzard. WORK. AND WIN CONTAINING THE FRED FEARNOT STORIES COLORED COVERS 32 PAGES PRICE 5 CENTS 463 Fred Fearnot and "Railroad Jack"; or, After the Train 468 Fred Fearnot's Football Stars; or, Up Against a College Wrec k e rs. Team. 464 Fre d Fearnot Playing Half-Back; or, Winning the Game 469 Fred Fearnot and the Trapper's Boy; or, Hunting in the by Grit. Northwest. 465 Fred Fearnot and The Shadow Hand; or, Solving a 470 Fred Fearnot and the Ice King; or, Beating the Champion Strange Mystery. Skater. 46G Fred F earnot's Sixty-yard Run; or, Champion of the 471 Fred Fearnot's Deadliest Duel; or, Forced to Fight a Football Field. Foreigner. 467 Fred Fearnot and The Town Bully; or, Taming a Young j 472 Fred Fearnot and the "Wood Hawks"; or, The Mystic Giant. Band of the Forest. ''PL UC K AND LUCK" CONTAINING ALL KINDS OF STORIES COLORED COVERS 32 p AGES PRICE 5 CENTS 490 Fred Flame, the Hero of Greystone Ch i e f Warden. No. 1. By Ex-Fire-495 Lost in the Great Basin; or, The Wonderful Underground 491 The White Wizard of the Bowery; or, The Boy Slaves of New York. By Allyn Draper. 492 Harry Dare; or, A New York Boy in the Navy. By Cap't Thos. H. Wilson. 493 The Little Unknown; or, The Yo{ng Hero of the Reign of Terror. B y Allan Arnold. 494 Jack Quick; or, The Boy Engineer. By Jas. C. Merritt. City. By An Old Scout. 496 From Bootblack to Senator; or, Bound to Make His Way. By Howard Austin. 497 The Seven Tigers of the Mountains; or, All for Love and Glory. By Richard R. Montgomery. 498 Slippery Steve; or, The Cunning Spy of the Revolution. (A Story of the American Revolution). By General Jas. A. Gordon. / For sale by all n ewsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N. Y. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Weeklies arrd cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this offic e direc t. Cut out and fill in the foll owing Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the weeklies you want and we wm send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. FRANK 'rOUSEY, Publi sher, 24 Union Squa re, New York. ......................... 190 DEAR SIR-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: .... copies of WORK AND WiN, Nos ........................................................... WIDE Aw AKE WEEKLY, NOS ................................................. '' '' WILD WEST WEEKLY Nos ..................................................... ....... '' THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos .................................................... PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos ....................................................... '' '' SECRET SERVICE, Nos ................................................................ FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos .................................................. Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos . .................................... : ....... .. Name ....... ........ ... ..... Street and No .................. Town .......... State ............


Fame and Fortune Wee.klJ. STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 0 0 LORED COVERS P RICE 5 Cts. ISSUED E VERY FRIDAY 32 PAGES This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart bojrs, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in tb.e liv es of our most successful self-made men, and sb.ow how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can b eco m e famous and wea l thy. .ALREADY PUBLISHED. 32 Adrift on the Wold : Ot', Working His Way to Fortune. 3:! Playing to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. :l4 'l'atters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 3J A Young Monte Cristo; or, 'l'he Hic h est B _oy in the World. Won by Pluck; or, The Boys \Vho Han a Railroad. 11-; the Brokers; or, The Boy Who "Couldn't l>e Done." 31:< A. Roiling Stone; or, The B ri g htest Boy on R eco rd. 39 )lever Say Die; or, The Young Surveyor of Happy Valle y. 40 Almost a Man; or, Winning His Way to the Top. 41 Boss of the Market; or, 'l' h e Greatest Boy i n W a ll StJeet. 42 The Chance of Flis Life; or, The Young Pilot of C rystal Lake. 43 'Striving for Fottune; o r l'r om Be ll -Boy to Millionaire. 44 Out for Business; or, The Smartest Boy in Town. 4 5 A Favorite of Fortune; or, it Ri c h in Wall Street. 46 Through Thick and Thin ; or, The Adventures of a Smart Boy. 47 Doing His Level Best; or, working Flis Way U p 48 Always on Deck; or, The Boy Who Made His Mark. 49 A l\llnt of Money; or, The Young Wall Street Broker. 50 The Ladder of Fame; or, From Office Boy to S enator. 51 On the Square; or, The Succes s of a n Honest Boy. 52 After a Fortune; or, The Pluckiest Boy In the West. 53 \\'mning Dollars; or, The Young Wond e r of "'all Street. 54 Making His Mark; or, The Boy Who Became !'resident. 55 H eir to a Million; or, The Boy Who Was.Born Lucky. 56 Lost ln theAndes; o r. The 'l'reasnre of t h e Burie d City. 57 On His Mettle; or, A Plucky Boy in Wall Street. 58 A Lucky Chance; or, Taking Fortune on the Wing. 59 The Road to Su cces s ; or, The Car ee r of a Fortunate Boy 60 Chasing Pointers; or, The Luckiest Boy in Wall Street. 61 Rising ln the World; or, F'rom Factory Boy to Manage r 62 From Dark to Dawn ; or, A Poor Boy s Chance. 6 3 Out for Himself; or, Paving His Way to Fortune. 64 Diamond Cut Diamond; or, '!'he Boy B r o k ers of Wall Street. 65 A Start in Life; or, A Bright Boy s Ambition. 66 Out for a Million: or, The Young Midas of Wall Street. 67 Every Inch a Boy; or, Doing His Level Best. 68 Mon ey to Burn; .or, 'l'he Shrewdest Boy i n Wall Street. 69 An Eye to Business; or, The Boy Who Was Not A sl ee p 70 Tipped by the Ticker; or, An Ambitions Boy in Wall Street. 71 On to Success; o r '!'h e Boy Who Got Ahead. 72 A Bid for a Fortune; or, A Country Boy in Wall Street. 73 Bound to Rise; or, Fighting His Way to Success. 74 Out for the Dollars; or, A Smart Boy in Wall Street. 75 For Fame and Fortune; or, The Boy Who Won Both. 76 A Wall Street Winner; or, Making a Mint of Money. 71 The Road to Wealth; or, The Boy Who Found It Out. 78 On the Wing; or, The Young Mercury of Wall Street. 79 A Chase for a Fortune; or, The Boy Who Hustle d. 80 Juggling W,itl;l' the Market; or, ';['he Boy Who Made it Pay. 81 ,Cast Adrift; or, The Luck of a llomeless Boy. 82 Playing the Market; or, A Ke e n Boy in WJl.ll Stleet. 83 A Pot of Money; o r The Legacy of a Lucky Btiy. 84 F r om Rags to Riches; or, A Lucky Wall Street Messenger. 85 On His Merits; or, The Smartest Boy Alive. 86 Trapping t h e B rokers; o r A Game Wall .Street Boy 87 A Million in Gold ; or, The Treasure of Santa crnz. 88 Bound to Make Money; o r F r om the West to Wall Street. 80 The Boy Magnate; or, Making Baseball Pay. 90 Maki n g Mon ey', or, A Wall Street Messenger's Luck. 9 1 A Harvest of Gold; or, The Buried 'l'reasure of Coral Island. 92 O n the Curb; or, Beatini:, the Wall Street B r o k ers. 93 A Freak of l 'ortune; o r 'l'he Boy Who Struck Luck. 94 The Prin ce of Wall Street; or, A Big fo< Big Money. 05 Starting His Own Business; o r The Boy Who Caught On. 96 A Corner in Stock; or, The Wall Street Boy Who Won. 97 First in the F i e ld ; or, Doing Business for Himse1f. 98 A Broker at Eighteen: or, Roy Gllbert' s Wall Street Career. 99 On ly a Dollar: o r F r om Errand Boy to Owner. 100 P r ice & Co., IJoy Brokers; or, The Young 'l'raders of Wall Stre 101 A Winning Risk; o r. The Boy Who Made Good. .102 From a Dime to a Million; o r A Wide-Awake Wall Street Boy. 103 'l' h e Path to Goo d Luck: or, The Boy Miner of Death Valley. 104 Mart Morton's Mo ney ; or, .A Corner ln Wall Street Stocks. 105 at Fourteen; or, The Boy Who Made a G reat Xame. lOG Tips to Fortune; o r A. r,uc ky Wall Street Deal. 107 Striking His Galt; or. '!'he Perils of a Boy Engineer. 108 From Messenger to Millionaire; o r A Boy's Luck ln Wall Street. lOfl The Boy Gol d Hunters; or, Afte r a Pirate' s Treasu re 110 Tricking the Traders; or._ A Wall-Street Boy's Game of Chance. 111 Jack Merry's Grit: or, Making a Man of Himself. J12 A Golden Shower; or, The Boy Banker of Wall Street. U3 Making a Record: or, The Luck of a Working Boy, 114 A Fight for Money; or, From School to Wall St1eet. 11 5 Stranded Ont West; or, The Boy Who Found a Silver Mine 116 Ben Bassford'.s Luc k ; or. Working on Wall Street Tips. For sal e by all newsdealers; or will be sent to any address on r('ceipt of price, 5 cents per in money or postage stamps, j:iy FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of o u r Weeklies and cannot procure the m from newsdealers. they can be obtained from this office direc t Cut out and fill i:i;t the following Orde r Blank and send it to us with the price of the ;weeklies you want and we will them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. FRANK TOUSEY, Publish e r 24 Union Squa re, New York. .... : .. .......... : ..... 190 DEAR Srn-Enclosed :find ...... cents for which please send me: .... copies, of WORK AND WIN, Nos ..... ............................ ................................ "WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos ........... .' ..... .............. .' .......................... i WILD WEST WEEKL 'Y, NOS .............................. ............... ... ......... '' THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos .. : ........ ... ..................................... ; PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos ..................... .... 1 :'. SECRET SERVICE, Nos ................. ........... ......... : ..... : ........ ..... FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ........................ .... ..... ............. Ten Cent Hand Books, Nos ..... : ........... ." ... ........ ..... t. ............ .'. .. .. i.. Nam e .... ...... ............ ..... StTeet and No ......... ..... Town ......... State -. ... .......


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