A boy stock broker, or, From errand boy to millionaire

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STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE M DNEY. "Stop!" cried Mr. Bisland, aghast, as the boy stepped out on the narrow coping. "What are you about to do?" "You'll see if you don't leave me alone," replied Bob, with compressed lips and a determined look in his eye.

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2 A BOY STOCK BROKER. lands aren't built like other people. Mrs. B. is always looking for her pound of flesh, and Mr. B. sees that she gets it as far as I'm concerned." "If Mr Bisland should go up the spout before you reach twenty-one you might find yourself down and out." "He has n't any right to use my money in h i s business. If he did, and lost it, he might find himself in the State prison "Do you know whether he's using it or not?" "No, and it isn't wonying me a whole lot Here the waitress brought their order. "What is this?" asked Bob. "Kidney stew," replied the girl. "Don't you know il when you see it?" "Not always It ought to be labeled so as to prevent mistakes "There is no mistake about that stew "IJll take your word for it. Do you warrant those sau E
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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 3 the cashier's den, sending a fine shower of th e pepp e r into As the cage started up .Bob let off a tremendous sneeze. the air about the girl. It was only a make-believe one on his part, but it d e In another moment she was attacked with the clerk's ceived Dick. trouble. He followed it with a second "Atishoo -o" that shook "The infection is spreading," chuckled Bob. the elevator. Miss Casey had brought a dust pan and a whisk broom Gassett looked at him to brush up the broken glass around the table where the Bob put his handkerchief to his face and w inked at Dick boys sat. so comically that Hat9h burst into a roar. It was at that moment Gassett's hat struck the floor close The elevator stopped to let them out at that moment, to her. and they started off laughing down the corridor The pepper rose from it into her face and the inevitable Gassett followed them, very red in the face. result followed-she commenced to sneeze, too, till her eyes He knew they were making fun of him, and he deterrained water. mined to pay Dick back for his share in it. Bob's little joke was having more far-reaching effect than The two boys parted at the end of the corridor, each he had intended. going to his respective office. An errand boy coming up to pay his check caught tbe Bob, who was an orphan, worked for Broker Bisland malady, and the confusion began to assume such propor-whom some people called the Wall Street skinflint. tions that the manager came bustling up to inquire into The boy's father, who had survived his wife several the cause of the trouble. years, died two years since, leaving Bob two 50share certifi Between sneezes Gassett, putting hi s hand to his head cates of Michigan Central stock, worth about $10,000, and to feel for his hat, unconsciously scattered some r ed pepper in hi s will he appointed Nathan Bisland the lad's guardian. into the manager's face, and he joined the sneezers, too. Broker Bisland accepted the trust and took c harge of the "We d better get out," said Bob, swallowing his coffee at certificates of stock. a gu p, "or we a touch of the epizo.otic, t_oo. He took Bob into his home, and also into his office as Dick agieed with hrm, so they got up, paid their checks errand boy and messenger discharginO' the boy he had to and were soon on the sidewalk. make room for his ward 0 CHAPTER IL BOB BUYS SOME SHARES OF M & N. Dick fairly roared when they were outside. "That's the best joke I've ever seen," he said, as the tears rolled down his cheeks "I reache'1 Gassetl all right, but I ditln 't mean io include the others in the epidemic," chuckled Bob. "He didn't know what struck him." "Neither did the others." "Gee But you're a corker, Bob. What put the scheme into your bead?" "His hat. It looked as if he wa:s holding it behind him on purpose for s omebody to contribute." "When I saw what you were about I started to laugh, and the sausage I had in my mouth nearly did me up. Graciou s I had a close call from strangulation.'! "That s hould be a lesson to you never to try to do two things at the same tim e." "I won't, after this. H ere he comes now." Dick referred to Gassett, who hatl left the rec;tau rant, wiping his eyes and st ill giving vent to an occasional sneeze. "Wait till he gets back to the office with all that red pepper in his hair. You will have a circ u s," chuckled Bob. The boys allowed Gassett to gei aheatl of them, and they watched him sneeze and wipe his eyes all the way down Wall Street to the office building where they were all em ployed "It's a heap of satisfaction for me to see that duCle get it in the neck," said Dick. "He's lorded it over me so long that it's worth a week's wages to watch him sneeze He ought to sneeze bis head off while he's about it." They entered the elevator with Gassett, who had now recovered his composure. He paid Bob $7 a week, and Mrs. Bi s land levi e d on $5 of it for his keep. All the boy got out of the seven per cent. interest the broker collected on his stock, a matter of $700 a year, was his clothes and necessary sundries Of course Mr Bisland was responsible to the court for the disposition of the rest of the money, but he wasn't worrying about it, as it would be. some years yet before it would b e necessary for him to give an accounting of his small trust. When Bob entered his guardian's office he found that Hopwood, the bookkeeper and cashier, was out at lunch and the place in charge of Mabel Kitridge, the stenogra pher. "Is Mr. Bi s land in hi s room, Mabel?" h e asked, as he took off his hat. "No. He went out soon after you left the office. Th ere's a note on Mr. Hopwood's desk for you to deliver." Bob pick ed it up and saw it was for a broker a.cross the street. He put on his hat again and ten minutes later he was back. "Dick Hatch and I had a great time at lunch," said Bob, as he took his stand a l ongside the s tenographer's table. "Yes?" s he rep1i.ed, inq uirin g ly. "You know Gassett, the margin clerk in Dick's office?" "I shou ld think I did," answered the girl, with a toss of her head. "I'll gamble on it you do. He tried to mash you till you sat down on him good and hard. We met him in the re s taurant. He was flirting witlf the cashier, and we had a table right behind where he was sta nding. I didn t do a thing to him." "What do you mean?" Then Bob told her all the particulars of the red pepper episode.

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 1The stenographer laughed till the tears came into her The name of the stqck in question was M. & N., and at eyes. that time it was selling at 84. "What a boy you are, Bob!" she exclaimed. "Does Ol; his return to the office he looked up the recent devel -know you were the cause of his discomfiture?" opments in the stock and found that it had gone up from "He hasn't the least idea of it. How could he?" grinned 80 inside of three days. Bob. "I'm going to risk my money on it, anyway," he said "I can't say that I sympathize with him." to himself. "I should hope not. He's been bulldozing Dick right Just then Hopwood called him to his desk and told him along just because he's got a grouch against him, and when to go to a certain stationer's on Nassau Street for an ac I saw the chance to pay him for it I couldn't resist the count book. temptation. It came near being a serious matter for Dick, Bob took the order and started. though." He would pass a small banking and broker age house "How is that?" where he had placed his former deals, and he decided to buy "He nearly choked to death because he started to laugh :M. & N. on margin to theextent of his capital. while swallowing half of a country sausage If I hadn't His money would enable him to get 50 shares. slapped him on the back and dislodged it from his gullet He transactedhis business with the stationer first, and he'd have furnished"1t job for an undertaker." then with the account book under his arm he entered the "That would have been a had ending for your trick." little bank and walked up to the margin clerk's window. "That's right. However, all's well that ends well." "Hello, Bradshaw," said the clerk, who remembered his Their conversation was interrupted by the entrance of face, "got another deal on?" Hopwood. "Yes, something small, as usual." Bob then went over to a small desk and continued some "What is it this time?" work that had been given him that morning to copy in "I want the bank to buy me 50 shares of M. & N. It's a book. going at 84, but I don't object to paying 85, if necessary." One of Mr. Bisland's customers came in and left an order "On margin, course?" said the clerk. for the purchase of a number of shares of a certain stock. "Certainly." Hopwood turned the memorandum over to Bob and told The clerk told him how much it would cost him, and Bob him to carry it to the Exchange, where he would probably put up the cash. find the broker. An order to buy the shares was handed him .to sign, and Bob put on his hat and started for Broad Street. then with his memorandum in his pocket he left the bank When he reached the messengers' entrance to the Exand returned to the office feeling that he now had a strong change he asked for Mr. Bisland, and the broker came to personal interest in the market. the rail, took the memorandum, which he read, and then dismissed Bob. As soon as he got back to the office Hopwood had a note ready for him to take to an office in the Mills Building. The broker he wanted to see was engaged, so Bob had to take a seat and wait. While he was there two brokers came in and asked for 'the head of house and were told he was engaged. They retired to a window near where Bob was reading a copy of a Wall Street daily, and began to talk about a certain stock that was attracting considerable attention in the Street. Bob ood just been r eading a paragraph about the same stock, and the paper said that it was the general opinion of the traders that a big syndicate was trying to boom it up to par. Bob listened to the conversation of the two brokers, and found out that they knew considerably more about the mat ter than the newspaper editor did. Apparently they had been tipped off to buy the stock, and they had called to see if they could get any of the stock at that office. Bob was always on the alert for anything in the line of a tip. He was something of a speculator in a small way himself, having made two or three lucky deals within the last few months by which from a capital of $50 he had accumulated, unknown to Mr. Bisland, $500. He was ambitious to make that $500 into $1,000, and he thought he saw an opening to do it now. CHAPTER III. BOB MAKES A GOOD THING OUT OF M. & N. Next mornin'g Bob read :ln his morning paper that the impression about a syndicate being at the back of M. & N. to boom it was entirely wrong. The facts had now come out and they went to show that a fight was going on between two factions of stockholders, each trying to obtain a controlling interest in fre road. As the annual election of directors and officers was soon to come off, lively times were expected for the next ten days in the financial district over the stock. The paper said there was hardly any doubt but that the price of the shares would rise to a fancy figure until one party or the other had secured all the stock they needed. This was good news for Bob, and he wished he had 1,000 shares instead of a measly 50. He lookecl in at Sinnott's office, where Dick worked, and saw his friend sitting in his chair reading a morning paper. It wanted some minutes of nine yet, and only one of the clerks had arrived. He was perched on his high stool reading a paper, too. Bob hadn't seen his chum since they came back from lunch tb.e preceding day. "Well, Dick," he said, "how did things p an out with Gassett yesterday afternoon?" "Don't mention it," grinned Dick. "Soon after he got to work at his desk the boss came out to talk with him about something an cl then things happened. You know Gassett

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. has a way of running his fing e rs through his hair at time s Well, he did it while talking to Mr Sinnott, and in no time they were both sneezing at each other Oh, it was great fun-for me, because I understood the cause, and they didn't. It was some minutes before they got over the ex. plosions, and Mr. Sinnott remarked that it was very singu lar how they both had the sneezes together, and he couldn't understand what had brought it on." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Bob. "A little while afterward Gassett went to the cashier's desk on some business and he rubbed his hair there That brought on another attack of sneezing to Gassett and set the cashier off, too. He asked Gassett if he had an attack of tpe grippe, and advised him to keep to his desk or stay at hom e till he ;was cured. Gassett declared that he had no grippe, that he never felt better in his life. The cash ier then suggested that the disease might be coming on. After that the margin clerk had several sneezing spells while I was in the office, and he got so frightened about himself that he asked permission to go and see a doctor." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Bob again. "What are you laughing at, you young monkey?" roared an angry voice behind the boys. They turned around and found Gassett glaring at them in no friendly way. "Dick was just t e lling me a funny story," replied Bob, in an independent way, for he was not the least bit afraid of the margin clerk. "Y lk. ou were ta mg about me," roared Gassett. "How do you know we were?" replied Bob. "Because I heard some of your conversation "Well, listeners never hear any good of themselves, a rule," retorted Bob. "How dare you talk to me in that way, you young whip persnapper? Get out of thi s office, do you understand? and stay out. You have no business here." "All right, I'll get out, but I'm not going because you order me to You're not running things in this place, Mr. Gassett." "Get out, or I'll put you out!" howled the margin clerk "Don't try to do that, the exertion might be too much for your delicate constitution," replied Bob, starti ng for the door. "Good-bye, Dick, I'll see you later." After opening the door he turned around and gave an "Atishoo-o-o !"with a derisive glance in 0-assett's direction. Then he walked to his own office chuckling with satisfac tion. Although Bob had only seen the news about M." & N in hi s favorite morning paper, all the others had a more or less lengthy s tory about the road. The Wall Street dailies had considerable to say on the subject, also. As a result, when the Exchange opened for business at ten o'clock there was a rush on the part of a crowd of brokers to buy the stock. The price boomed at once and an hour later it was going at 92. This rise put' Bob about $400 ahead of the game so far. He didn't remain long in ignorance of the fact Everybody was talking about M. & N. that day, a n d he he ard predictions all sides that the price would go above par. At any rate, it kept on mounting until the Exchange closed for the day, and then it was quoted at 98 "Say, Mabel," said Bob in a stage whieper, after stealing over to the stenographer's side, "I want to let you in on a secret." "A secret!" she exclaimed, with a smile. "Oh, I do love secrets!" "You mustn't let a whisper about it escape you. Do you promise?" "I promise "Well, I'm in on a little stock deal." "Really?" "Yes. I've got 50 shares of M & N The Exchange went crazy over it to -day. I bought it yesterday at 84 and to-day it closed at 98. That's $14 a share profit so far. fifty times $14 is $700. How is that for luck?" "Are you really that much ahead?" "Every cent of it, less commissions, which won't amount to more than $15 at the outside. If Mr. Bisland knew I had collared that much coin he'd get out a search warrant to g o through my4!lothes for it." "I s'pose as your guardian he'd have.a right to take charge of it." "He's got charge of enough of my property already. He won't get his flukes on any more with my consent. I wish I knew where he keeps that stock of mine. If it was where I could get hold of it I'd relieve him of the trouble of looking after it." "If he's your legal guardian, as I suppose he is, he could make you give it up." "Maybe he'd make me give it up, and again maybe he wouldn't "When are you going to sell those shares you bought yes terday and on which you say that you're $700 ahead?" "That depends on circumstances. The papers say that the big stockholders are fighting among themselves-two cliques, you lmow-for the control of the road The price may go away above par. I'm going to hold on to my 50 shares as long as I dare, and then I ll sell out." "If you hold on too long you may lose all your present profit s." "I'd like to make $1,000 profit out of the deal." "Don't try to make too much You ought to know how things turn about in Wall Street. Many a man has woke up wealthy and then gone to bed quite poor after a tussle with the bulls and bears." "That isn't any fib. Here comes the boss. I'll have to get back to my work." Two days later the price was up to 104 1-2 and then Bob tolil the clerk at the little bank to sell him out. The 50 shares were quickly disposed of at a profit of $1,000, and that raised Bob's capital to $1,500, which was quite a sum of money for a boy of his age to own. It happened that he was lucky to get out when he did, for a few hours after he had got rid of his shares the price of M & N. began to fall, and it kept on dropping until it got into the eighties again A good many people who hung on for the last dollar got badly taken in and l eft their money in Wall Street r g _ood and all

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I A BOY STOCK BROKER. Although he confided his good luck to Mabel Kitridge, he did not take Dick Hatch into hi s confid e nce. 'He thought it was jus t as well that his chum didn't know that he had made so much money in the stock market. When the little bank made a settlement with him by check, he carried the check back to the bank and a s ked for a cer t ificate of d eposit for the amount instead of the cash, a nd he got it. The certificate was good for its face value at any time, and was much safer for him to carry about than money, for no one could collect it but himself CHAPTER IV. BOB GETS A TIP ON D. & W. Since the morning that Gassett ordered him out of Mr. S i nnott's office, the dude clerk always favored Bob with a bl ack look whenever they met in the corridor or the elevator The margin Clerk had found out that he had red pepoer in his hair that day of the restaurant trouble, and he d ered how it got there He had not the lea s t su s picion that Bob had had a hand in putting it there. If he had discovered that fact would have been tro uble He continued to bulljrag Di c k whenever he saw fit to do so, and as Hatch report e d this continued persecution to Bob the latter did not ente rtain any very kindly feelings fo r the margin clerk. A month passed and things w ent along in their same old groove in Wall Street. One morning Bob noticed in the papers that D. & K. stock was attracting a good deal o f atte ntion on account o f an alleged cons olid a tion by whi c h it was said to have gobb l ed up its bu s iness ri v al the R. & S. Bob could not t e ll whet h e r the r e was any truth in the rumor or not, but h e kn e w that i f the r e port was confirm e d D. & K. was bound to rise on the stre ngth 1of it. In fact, the m e re rumor had a favorable effect on the price of D. & K., and it w ent up two points that day. Bob heard a c oupl e of broke rs say that'it would go high e r next day, s o he w ent to the little bank that afternoon and bought 300 s hares on mar g in at 42. N ext clay th e pric e did advance to 45 3 -8. Something h e read in the Wall Street" Argus" weakened his confidenc e in the stock, and he took the first oppor t u ni ty to ord e r his s h ares s old. They wer e disposed of without any difficulty, and Bob m a d e $900 profit out of the brief transaction Jus t an hour later an official denial of the reported con s olidation s ent the stock down to 40 again, and the young boy patte d himself on the back because he had bee n s o fortunate as to get out of the market in time. He was now worth $2,400, and he began to look upon himself as quite a capitalist in a small way. "If my good fortune sticks to me I'll be worth a good bit of money one of these days," he said to himself, com placently "I wonder how it feels to be a millionaire? It must be great to know that you can have about anything you want by simply filling out a check and signing your name to it. It will be some years yet before I can do that, eyen if I should make a lot of money out of the market, for the law prevents a minor from having a bu s iness account at a bank Bob told Mabel about hi s lucky strike in D. & K., and she congratulated him once more on his good luck. "You seem to be very fortunate with your speculations," she said. "Well, you see, II keep my eyes and ears wide open all the time. I read all the news that is published about stocks, and I take note of all the rumors and r e ports flying about Of course, most of them amount to nothing in the end, and a person doing anything in the market has got to be wary how he puts any 1 omfidence in them. Big operators are constantly sending out misleading statements in order to help a l ong the little games they are working under cover So you can see any one that makes a practice of speculating :In stocks can't be too cautious." "You can't expect to be successful every time, Bob," sa i d Mabel. "I hope you won't risk all your money at one time and lose it." : "No, you can't win all the time--that would be altog e ther too good for Wall Street; but still every tim e you take a hand in a deal you naturally expect to pull a prize, otherwise you wouldn t take hold." "It is astonishing what a lot of money is los t do\\rn here by the public," said the girl. "It's a wonder people wouldn't recognize the fact that in the long run it is a losing game to the out s iders "There's a new lamb born every day," grinned Bob. "It would seem so," replied the stenographer. "Talk about the shearing of sheep in the country, it isn't a circumst ance to the lamb shearing that's done down h e re sometimes." "It's no wonder that W aU Street is the money center of the country, is it?" "Not a bit The coin flows thi s way from all over the United States. People with a little money are cons tantly coming h e re to incr e ase their capital. Some of them put up at the Waldorf-A s toria on their arrival and a month later are chasing free lunches on the Bowery." At that point in their conver s ation Mr Bi s land rang for Bob, and th e boy ha s t e n e d in s ide to see what he want e d "Take thi s not e to Mr. Bro\\'11, in the Vand e rpool Build ing," said the broker, "and make haste, a s it' s important." "All right, sir replied the boy. He got hi s hat and hurried over to Exchange P lace and New Stre e t with the note. Mr. Brown was not in hi s office, but the cl e rk thou ght h e might b e at the Exchang e Accordingly, Bob went to the Exchang e and ask e d for h i m An attendant hunted the floor over for the broker, and :finally return e d to th e boy a nd told him that M r. Brown was not there Bob then went back to the Vanderpool Building on the chance that he had returned to his office, but found he hadn't. So he took a seat and waited Presently the clerk came and told him that he wou l d find Mr. Bro\\'ll in Wilson' s Cafe on New Street Bob made a bee-line for the drinking establishment, and found the broker in company with two other traders, drink ing mint juleps

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. "I From their general appearance they had already got a considerable load aboard "What you want, boy?" asked Broker Brown, when Bob tapped him on the arm "Here's an important n ote for you sir "What's zat? 'Portant note, e h ?" "Yes, sir "Shay, who from, boy?" "Mr. Bisland." "Bisland !"he ejacu l ated, l ooking at the n ote in a st u pid way. "Give me your arm, boy. Been up all night at club and legs weak this morning. Help me over to window." Bob led him to the window, where the r e was m o re li ght. "You open note for me, boy." Bob did so and handed it to him. Broker Brown essayed to read the note, but the effort was a failure. "Shay, boy, you're Bisland's messenger?" "Yes, sir "Whaz your name?" "Bob Bradshaw "Read note and tell me what i t says." Bob did so and found that it was a request to know if Mr. Brown had any D. & W stock. If he had Mr. Bisland wanted any part of 5,000 shares. The broker leered in a knowing way as Bob read the note "Nothing doing," he fixing the boy with his eye. "Nothing doing, d'ye understand?" he repeated "Tell Bisland nothing doing in D. & W "You wish me to tell him that you haven't any of the stock? said Bob. "Zat's right. Not a share," and he laughed in a silly way. "Mo.st think I'm a fool to sell stock that's going to boom right away," he muttered in a tone loud enough for Bob to hear. "Shay, Bob, take a drink wiz us?" "No, thank you, sir, I never drink." "Don't drink, eh? Stick to it. Bad practice," he chuckled "Help me back to bar, Bob." The young messenger did so. "Shay, boyR," he said, grasping Bob by the arm, and ad dressing hif\ friends, "let me interduce you to Bob Bisland." "Bradshaw, not Bisland," said Bob. "Glad to lmow you, Bradshaw. Have something with us. Another julep, barkeep," said one of the traders, a young man with a frank, open countenance, but very much under the influence of liquor. Bob begged to be excused, bu L the two men held on to him. I o The barkeeper how it was and did not prepare the drink. "Look here, Bob," said Broker Brown. "Want to make little money?" "Yes, sir." "Buy D. & W., and keep it dark Understand? Sell at 70. Don't hold on for last dollar. Understand? Do as I shay and keep mum Keep mum-understand?" Bob understood. "Now, iet's all drink to D. & W.," and the broker let go of Bob's arin. "Where's drink for Bob?" asked the good-looking broker The barkeeper filled a glass similar to the others with cider and shoved it toward the boy. "Here's your julep, Bob," said the broker, handing him the glass. "Finest drink in the world Bob drank a portion of the cider and then managed to make his escape "So D. & W. is going to be bO"omed to 70 or over?" said Bob to h imself "I wonder if I can put any reliance o n that tip? May be all right, and then ag:lin it may not I wouldn't like to lose my coinon a fake pointer, but if it should turn out all right, and I didn't go in, I'd feel like kicking myself around the block." Bob delivered Illr. Brown's verbal answer to Mr. Bisland, and the broker looked disappointed. "What kept you so long?" he asked, sharply. Bob explained how he had to chase around after the trader, and finally found him in Wilson's Cafe. "Humph!" ejaculated Mr. Bisland, suspiciously. "Sure you haven't been chinning in the street with some of your friends?" "I don't usually do that, sir, especially when I have an important errand on my hands," replied Bob, stoutly. "That is all. Go back to your work," and Bob returned to his desk outside CHAPTER V: TROUBLE WITH l\IR. BISLAND. Boh, after much refie'clion, decided to take a chance on D. &W. It was going around 52, having advanced three points in as many days He left an order with the little bank for 400 shares, on marcrin and then began to watch the office ticker for results. b J\fahel noticed that he consulted the tape quite often, and so did Hopwood, the bookkeeper. The girl was sure he had gone into the market again and Hopwood suspected that he might have done so. He thought it was his duty to report the fact t o Mr. Bisland. The broker immediately called Bob into his private room "Mr. Hopwood has called my attention to the fact that you are losing a lot of time around the ticker. What are you doing it for?" "Just to see how the market is going, sir," replied Bob, rcspectfull y. "Are you doing any speculation yourself?" asked the trader, sharply. "I've got a few shares of a certain stock that I heard was going up "What stock is it?" "D. & W." "Who told you that D & W. was going up?" "The person told me not to tell." "I insist on knowing." "You will lrnve to excuse me telling you his name "I won't excuse you. I h;ive a right to know. Where did you get any money to invest in the market "Saved it up, sir." "Then I am to presume that you are patronizing a bucket-shop?" "No, sir. I don't call the place a bucket shop." "It must be. No legitimate broker would have deali ngs

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8 A BOY STOCK BROKER. with an errand boy. I order you to close out your margin bank in NaRsau Street. Hopwood noticed me consulting transaction at once. Do you understand?" the ticker with suspicious frequency, and he reported the "Yes, sir, I hear you say so; but I might as well hold fact to Mr. Bisland." on until I make something out of it. I expect it to go con"Well?" said Dick. siderably higher than it is now." "Mr. Bisland ordered me to close the de:W, when I went "You will sell out at once," thundered Mr Bisland. "Do to lunch You hear?" "I hear replied the bLJy, cal:mly. ''Then obey. Attend to it when you go to lunch." Thus speaking, the broker turned to his desk and Bob left the room He went over to Mabel. "Hopwood has reported to the boss that I've been wasting time at the ticker," Bob said to her, with an aggressive look in the bookkeeper's direction. "Has he?" she replied. "I've noticed myself that you looked at the tape quite often in the last day or two. Are you in on the market again?" "I am. I've got 400 shares of D & W. on the usual margin I bought at 52 lt is now 53." "Yo:u must have nearly all your money up." "I have "In spite of my advice! You're a venturesome boy, I'm afraid you will end in losing all your money. What in d uced you to go into D. & W ?" I got a tip that it was going to boom." "Are you sure the tip can be relied on?" "I'm taking a chance on it. Nothing ventured, nothing g a i ned, you know." "I see you're determined to go ahead. What did Mr Bis land to you on the subject?" H e asked me if I was speculating, and when I admitted that I was he ordered me to close the deal out at once. "That will put an end to your stock transactions, I sup pose. I d o n't know that it will. I've got a good chance to make $4,000 or $5,000 on this deal I'm in You don't su ppose I'm going to spoi l that to oblige Mr Bisla:nd, do you?" I s h ould think you'd have to obey orders." 1He thinks I'm dealing in five or ten shares at a bucket shop. \Vhy, he'd have an awful fit if he discovered that I h ad over $2,000 up on margin on D & W. He'd make me turn the transaction over to him, and then it there was a profit made out of it he would keep it himself. I wish I h ad my $10,000 worth of :Michigan Central stock out of his h ands I'd shake him and his job quicker'n lightning." "Then yot\. mean to act contrary to your guardian's or d ers?" said Mabel. "So fa r as closing out my deal in D. & W. is concerned, I d o," replied Bob, in a resolute tone. "You will probably get into hot water over it. "Oh, I guess I can take care of myself," replied Bob, wal k in g away H e went to lu nch that day with D ick. "Say, I'm beginning to like our as much as you do Gassett," he said. "What has he been-doing to you?" asked Dick "We ll you see,Tm in a little stock deal," began Bob. A r e you? You d idn't say anything to me about it befor e Wh a t s tock a r e you interested in?" "D. '& W. I've got a few s h ares on ma r gin at the little "Which, of course, you'll have to do." "I don't mean to, just the same." "Then you'll have a row with him." "I don't care if I have a dozen rows with him. I'm getting tired of the Bislands, anyway. H it wasn't for the fact that Mr Bisland has control of my little property100 shares of Michigan Central stock-I'd cut loose from him altogether." Dick had heard Bob growl about Mr. and Mrs. Bisland before, and his present kick didn't impress him very mu c h. They went to their favorite Broadway quick-lunch house as usual, were waited on by Miss Casey, and returned to their respective offices, Bob making no attempt to close his deal out at the little bank. He expected that Mr. Bisland would call him into the private office and question him on the subject, but the bro ker had more important matters on his hands and did not think about Bob and his deal. He thought about it that evening at supper, -and asked Bob if he had closed out. "No, sir," replied the boy. "Why didn't you c1o as I ordered you?" "Because I would have lost money," replied dog gedly. "D. & W. closed at 5 5-8 this afternoon. It was only 53 1-8 around one o'clock when I went to lunch. By holding on I'm $1.50 a share ahead "When I tell you to do a thing I want you to do it. I will see that you close the deal out to-morrow. How many shares have you on margin?" "Not a great many," replied Bob, evasively. "Ten shares, maybe what price did you make the dea l ?" "At 52." d1That will probably give you a profit of $2.50 a share. As soon as the matter is settled it will be my duty as your guardian to take charge of the money." Bob gritted his teeth, for he saw that Mr. Bisland meant to prevent him going into the market again. He determined then and there that the broker should have no voice in the matter. 1'fr. Bisland would not b given the opportunity to close out his D. & W deal, not i Bob knew it, and he guessed the broker would find it a very difficult matter to discover the place where the deal had been put through After dinner Bob went to his room to think the situation over He knew there was a big row in prospect between him and Mr. Bisland next day, and he wanted to figure out in advance just how he would act when it came to the pinch. The two-and a half points advance in D & W. already gave him a profit of $1,000 on his deal, and he had over $2,000 up on margin. That made $3,000 at least that he had at stake, besides possib l e future profit. Sooner than let Mr. Bisland get hold o f any 0 that

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. !) money he would quit the office first, and the Bisland homu as well That he was determined on, notwithstanding that the broker was his guardian. CHAPTER VI. IN WHICH MR. BISLAND HUNS AGAINST A. SNAG. In the midst of his meditations, Bob heard Mr. Bisland come upstairs. He supposed the broker was going to his own chamber for some purpose, for it was altogether too early for him to retire for the night. He was mistaken, however. Mr. Bisland wasn't bound for hi s own room, but his ward's. Bob's almost defiant attitude at supper had decided him to try and bring the stock deal to a focus at, once. He suspected that there was liable to be trouble between the boy and himself at the office next day, and he concluded that it was the part of wisdom to take the bull by the horns without delay and assert his authority in a way that would allow of no debate. Bob heard his door open and looking up perceived Mr. tall and aggressive-looking figure filling the mg. The boy felt that there was trouble in the air, and he pared to meet it, for there was no lack of pluck and determination about the lad. Mr. Bisland closed the door and advanced into the room like a man who had a mission to perform and meant busi ness. He sat down deliberately on the chair nearest to the boy. "Bob, I have come up to speak about that deal of yours." The young messenger said nothing. "I presume you made it through a bucket-shop. What is the address of the establishment?" "I did not make it through a bucket-shop, and I decline to furnish you with the address of the place." "Are you aware that as your guardian I occupy the same position toward you as if I were your father?" "I know you're my guardian, but I don't recognize your rights to act as a father. At any rate, you haven't done so." "I have. I furnish you with board, lodging and clothes.'' "I deny it. I pay for my board and lodging. As for my clothes, you haven't been any too hberal with me in that respect, notwithstanding that you receive $700 a year inter est on my Michigan Central stock. You .haven't spent a quarter of that on me." "How do you know what interest is paid on your 100 shares of stock?" replied the broker, almost angrily. "I know the stock is first preferred with a guaranteecl annual interest of seven per cent. During the two years I have been in your charge you must have collected $1,400. You haven't spent $400 of that on me." Mr. Bisland evidently didn't relish the line of argument the conversation had drifted into, and he hastened to change it hack to the sub j ect that had brought him to his ward's room. "I ask you once more for the address of the house through which you made your deal," said the broker, setting his lip s close together. "I'm not going to give it to you," replied Bob, bluntly. "As your legal guardian I have the right to demand it." "And I refuse to comply with your demand." Mr. Bisland bit his lips, for he saw he had a harder job on his hands than he had expected "I command you to give me the information I want," said the broker, sternly. 1 "You may command if you choose," answered Bob. "And I will be obeyed!" cried Mr. Bisland, in a voice quivering with anger. Bob remained silent. "Do you hear me?" roared the broker. "I would be deaf if I didn't," replied Bob, coolly. "Then answer rny question." "I have answered it." "You have not!" cried Mr. Bi sland, furiously. "I beg your pardon, I told you that I declined to furni011 you with the information you asked for. 'That was my answer." "I won't accept such an answer." "I can't give you any other." "We will see," said Mr. Bisland, rising to his feet. "I shall exercise my right to punish you for disobedience. You shall remain a prisoner in this room till further notice, un less you answer my question. Once more, and for the last time, will you tell me the name of the house that has your deal in charge, or will you take the conseq uences?" "I'll take the consequences," replied Bob, defiantly The broker glared at him savagely, and then strode t o the door. There was a key in the lock which Bob seldom or never used. Mr. Bisland took it out, left the room, and locked the door behind him. Clearly the broker was very muoh in earnest in his purpose to bend the boy's stubborn will. Bob chuckled as he heard the heavy footsteps of the broker descend the stairs and then walk through the hall in the direction of his library. Mr. Bisland had locked him into the room, it was true, but the broker had quite overlooked the fact that there were two windows in Bob's room, one of which opened upon the fl.at roof over the library. There was nothing to prevent the boy leaving his cham ber whenever he chose, and the distance from the roof of the library to the ground was not too great for the young messenger to drop if he wished to do it. The room that Mr. Bisland called his library was an ad dition to the house which had been erected after the com pletion of the original structu re. It was on the entl of the house, and could 1be reached only through the long parlor. 1'fh_e roof was fl.at and co'vered with slate plates. There was a bay window at the end of the room overlook ing the garden. Bob had never been in the library, although he had been an inmate of the house for two years. The broker was careful to keep the door locked when he was not there himself, for he had a valuable collection of books and a cabinet 'Of rare coins in the room, as well as a safe in which he kept many valuable papers and some money.

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/ 10 A BOY STOCK BROKER. Bob was s o tickled over the idea that the broker thought him a prison er when a ll he had to do to get out of the room was to open the window and s tep on to the roof, that he felt l ike s tanding on hi s h e ad with glee. Finall y he resolved to get out on the roof, crawl over to the bay window and try and get a p eep into the library, for he had a notion that Mr. Bisland was there. Accordin g ly, he raised his window softly, l et himself down on the roof, and crept lik e a cat over to the bay win dow, the top of which was considerably lower than the roof. Lying down on the projection, he placed his head near the top of the window. He could heat voices in the room which he recognized as belon gin g to the broker and his wife Bob craned his neck downward. The top sash of the window was down about a foot, and he could see the safe and Mr Bisland s itting nyar it. Mrs. Bisland, w ho was fully as old as her hu s band, and ver y decid ed in h er ways, occupied one end of the sofa opposite. Bob could easi l y overhe:;ir a ll that was said in the library. He soon l earned that h e was the subject of the conversa tion, and the young messenger verified the old adage that li steners never hear anything good of themselves. The brok er was giving his wife an outline of the brief interview he had had wit h his errand boy, and telling her how ind ependently ll.e had acted Mrs. Bis land tapped the carpet impatiently with her foot a s she list ened, and when he had finished she made a few rem arks about Bob that made the lad's ears tingle. After assuring his wife that h e would tame his ward, or know the reason why he couldn't, the brok e r began talking about hi s personal affairs. It pre sent l y developed that he needed money bad l y to meet certain falling due next day. "I need about $30,000 more, Matilda," he said to his wife. "I can raise the greater part of thi s amount by hy poth ecating some securities belonging to a customer who was summoned to California by the death of his brother; but I will st ill b e $7,000 or $8,000 short The only way I can make up that sum on such s hort notice is to get as l arge a loan as possible on young Bradshaw' s siock It is against the regulations of the court for me to convert my ward 's prop erty to my own use, but no one but you and I need know that I have done so; b e sides, it will be several years yet before I shall be called upon to give an account ing and so I think I may safely venture to use the stock to help me out of my pre s ent e m e rg ency.'> "I would not hesitate to use it, Nathan, if it will benefit you," said Mrs. Bisland, very d e cidedly "Have you got the boy's stock in your safe'?r downtown?" "I've go t_.it in this safe." The broker got up, set the combination of the safe and pulled open th e heavy doer. He unlo cked an inner compartment and took out the two certificates of Michigan Central stock belonging to Bob. "Is that Bob Bradshaw's stock?" asked his wife. "Yes Two certificates of 50 shares each At the present market rates they're worth $116 a I can--" A ring at the door-bell interrupted the broker. "I wonder who that is?" he s aid. "I haven t the leas t idea," replied his wife. -In a few minutes a servant appeared at the library door. "A gent l eman wishes to see you at the front door," s h e said. "Didn't you ask hi s n ame?" said Mr. Bi s land. "I think it's Mr. Wagner, who lives across the s treet." "Why didn't you ask him into the parlor ? a s ked Mrs Bisland, sharply "He said he wished to see Mr. Bi s l and on a little busi n e ss, and that it was not worth whi l e for him to s t e p in." "I'll see him," s aid the broker, laying th e two s tock cer tificates on the top of the safe, where the y remained in full view of their young owner. Mrs. Bisland followed the servant to the kitch e n to give h er some in str u ctions relative to br e akfa s t in th e morning. That 11eft the libr ary untenanted for the time being. CHAPTER VII. BOB AT BAY. Bob's eyes were fastened eager l y and longingly on the two certificates of stock which Mr. Bisland had placed upo n the top of the safe just before l eaving the room He knew they belonged to him because the broker had said s o but a few minutes before A strong temptation to get possession of his own prop erty caused the boy to crane his neck lower so a s to see farther into the room and make sure that the apartment was untenanted He saw that he could get into the library from where he lay a l most as easily as he could stay out. What, then, was to prevent him slipping in, grabbing the certificates and making his escape? Mr Bisland was about to hypothecate the stock for his own beneftt, and if anything went wrong with his bu siness Bob feared that his little l egacy might go up Salt River with the broker. His guardian had admitted that he was pressed for cash to meet his engagements, and Bob objected strongly to Mr. Bisland con vetting his stock to his own use. He thought he saw his opportunity for preventing the broker from appropriating the stock, while at the same time he would get a firm grip on his own property The longer Bob looked at the certificates and the empty room the stronger grew the t emptation to enter the library and secure them. "If I'm going to do it at all I'd better do it at once before Mr. Bisland or his wife returns thought the boy. "Then I can slip back into my room and no one but myself will be a bit the wiser There is no reason why he shou ld suspect me of taking possession of my own property, and if he should ever learn that I did I can stand him off by threatening to expose t o the judge of the court his inten tion of hypothecating the stock for his own use." Finally Bob reso lved to make the attempt. Climbing over the edge of ihe bay window, he pus hed the upp er sash down with one foot and then lowered himself till he rested on both sashes He then l et himself down into the room. It too};: hin1 but a moment to grab th e two c e rtificates and put them l.n his :pocket. Then he drew himself up on Uie two s a s h es. again a rnl

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 11 while balancing himself on the outer one he drew up the inner to its former height, grasped the top frame of the bay window, and swung himself up It was an easy matter to reach the slate roof again, and afterward regain his room. Bob turned up his gas, and taking the certificates from his pocket, looked at them. They were Michigan Central certificates, all right, for 50 shares each, and made out in the nalllc of his father, endorsed on the back by the secretary of the company as having been transferred to his own name on the books. "I will place these between my mattresses for to night and to-morrow I'll take them downtown, rent a 'safe deposit box and put them in it," said Bob to himself "There'll be something doing in the library as soon as Mr Bisland gets back there and looks around for these certificates. I'll bet he'll have a big fit when he can't find them. It will be a mystery to him where they've gone to. Probably he'll think somebody crawled in at the window and walked off with them." Bob laughed quietly to himself, then got a book from his bookshelf and sat down to read until it was time to turn in. It wasn't long before Bob heard the muffied tones of Mr. Bisland's voice raised in a high and excited key in his library. That was a sign that the broker had missed the stock certificates and was in a stew over their disappearance Mrs. Bisland's voice also joined in, and as it was rather shrill and emphatic, it easily drowned her husband's. 'I'he broker, after hunting the safe all over, outside and in, had come to the conclusion that somebody had taken the certificates, and he was kicking with his wife because i;he had left the room while he was out She retaliated by asking him why he hadn't returned the certificates to the safe and locked it before he went out to see his visitor. Then both l ooked to see if anything else had been stolen, but found that the certificates were the only things missing. As Bob had surmised, their disappearance was a great mystery. The window didn't look as if it hac1 been opened. Had any thief entered that way, and then departed in a hurry with the certificates, he would have left the window wide open, they argued. With the safe door standing partially open, exposing a drawer containing something over $100 in bills, the Bis lands could not understand why the two certificates should have been the only things taken. The certificates would be of no value to the person who took them, for the broker intended to notify the secretary of the company next morning of their loss, and have a no tice posted in the different exchanges warning brokers not to purchase them, and to cause the arrest of any pernon pre senting them for sale While this procedure would protect Mr. Bisland's right to the certificates in his ward's interest, it left him in a bad hole wi.th respect to the raising of $8,000 that he nee ded so badly next day. His inability to see his way clear to borrowing that s um now that he had no gilt-edged security to offer, made h i m and almost led to a serious scrap with his wife, whom he was inclined to blame for the loss. when Bob got tired of reading he ;ent to bed, as un conccrnedl y as though the door was not locked on him, and was soon sound asleep. Next morning just before he got up he heard the key rattle in the lock. The door opened and he saw Mr Bisland replace the key on the inside as before. 'rhis was a sign that the broker had raised the siege for the present at least. The loss of the certificates, and the urgent necessity to raise funds that day, caused ){r. Bisland to leave the p ro ceedings against his ward "in statu quo," .or as they were J)efore. This was perfect l y satisfactory to Bob, who descended to the breakfast room and tofik his place at the tab l e as i f nothing had happened between Mr. Bisland and himself He found, however, that neither Mr. nor Mrs. B i s l and would notice him. The lady looked stiff and frigid, as if she had passed the night on, a couch of ice, while the broker acted as if he had eaten something which disagreed with him. The meal was partaken of in solemn silence, though Bob showed that there was nothing the matter with either h i s digestion or his spirits by winking several tim<;s in a com ical way at the servant who waited on the table, and with whom he was a great favorite. Immediately after breakfast Bob put on his hat, and wit h the precious certificates in his pocket, started for the office. :Mabel had arrived a few minutes ahead of him, and as the bookkeeper had not yet put in his appearance, he told the stenographer all that had happened at the Bisland home the night before, including his capture of the certificates which belonged to him. The girl was amazed at his audacity, anc1 told him that she feared his guardian would surely find out in the end that he had taken the documents. She advised him to return tihem, as Mr. Bisland would. certainly inform the secretary of the company of their loss, and take oth e r means to prevent any one realizing on them Bob wouldn't hear to giving the securities back to Mr. Bisland, and said he was willing that the payment of the interest should hang fire. "The judge of the court, who holds Mr. Bisland respon sible for his management of your property, may sign an order for your guardian to serve on the company requiring the secretary to declare the missing certificates void an d issue duplicates to take tlwir place. Then those.you hol d will be worthless to you or any one said the girl, who eYidcntly knew something ahout such matters. This statement of the case was rather a shock to Bob, who had not com; idcred such a condition in connection w ith the case. After showing the certificates to Mabel hc\took them back to the clothes closet anc1 stuck them in his overcoat pocket While he was doing this Hopwood entered the office and saw what he was doing. The bookkeeper thought nothing of it at the time, as he presumed Mr. Bisland had given Bob the securities to de liver to somebody A short time afterward Bob concluded that it woul d 1

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12 A BOY STOCK BROKER. safer to carry the papers on his person till he got the chance to hire a safe deposit box, and, unknown to Hopwood, he removed the securities from his overcoat. Soon after the broker reached his office he called his bookkeeper inside to give him some instructions about busi ness matters, and during the interview he spoke ahout the mysterious disappearance of th(l two Michigan Central cer tificates from his library the evening before. Then Hopwood told iiirn that Bob had a couple of stock cettificates in the pocket of his light overcoat. The broker was astonished at this piece of information, and after questioning Hopwood closely, he decided that the matter was sufficiently suspicious to warrant an investigatioo. He walked into the outer room and confronted his er rand boy and ward. "Were you in my library last night?" he asked, sharply. The question took Bob by surprise, and he looked con fused. "Answer me!" demanded the broker, savagely: Bob wouldn't. tell a lie even to save his life, so he simply refused to answer: Mr. Bisland was satisfied from the boy's manner that he had been in his library and had taken the securities. "You were in my library, young man. Now explain how you got there after I locked you in your room." Bob maintained a dogged silence. "So you won't answer, eh? You took those two certifi cates of Michigan Central stock off the top of my safe and you have them now in your possession. Hand them over to rnP at once!" "Not on your life !'1 replied Bob, finding his voice at length, when he saw that Mr. Bisland couldn't be bluffed off. "They're my property, and I'm going to keep them." "'l'hey belong to you, I admit, but you have no right to them till you are twenty-one. As your guardian it is my duty to hold possession of them, for I am responsible for their safe keeping." "I don't care whether you're my guardian or not, I mean to keep the stock myself." "We'll see," said the broker, angrily. "Lock the door, Hopwood, then search his overcoat." The bookkeeper obey.eel instructions, and Bob,' with a half grin, watched him take his overcoat from the hook and go through the pockets. "The certificates are not in his overnoat now, siJ;," said Hopwood to Mr. Bisland. Then you have them about }'ou," cried the broker, turn ing to the boy. "Yes, I have them. What are you going to do about it?" replied Bob, defiantly. "'l'ake them from you by force, if necessary," said Mr. Bisland, making a grab at him. Bob turned quickly and dashed for the open window which oYerlooked Wall Street, and was on the sixth floor of the lofty office building. Hopwood and the stenographer looked at him in surprise. "Stop!" cried Mr. Bisland, aghast, as the boy stepped out on the narrow coping. "What are you about to do?" "You'll see, if you don't leave me alone," replied Bob, with compressed lips and a determined look in his eye. Mabel screamed and hall rose in her chair as she saw the perilous position the plucky boy had assumed, while Mr. Bislaml turned pale with apprehension, and Hop\\'Ooll looked decidedly frightened. CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH D. & W. PANS OUT IN GREAT SHAPE. "Come back!" yelled l\Ir. Bislancl. "Do you want to fall down and be killed?" "I'll come back on condition you allow me to keep my property," replied Bob, determined to press the advantage he believed he had secured. "It is against the law for you to keep them. I am your guardian. The conrt won't permit you to retain them." "Will the court allow you to raise money on them for your own use?" demanded Bob. "I'm not going to raise money on them." "Yes, you are. I heard you tell yqur wife last night that you had to raise $30,000 to-day, and that you were going to use my securities to borrow a part of the money on. That's one reason why I took advantage of the chance I saw to get possession of the certificates." I\Ir. Bisland was greatly disconcerted by the exposure of his purpose, and for the moment he did not know what to say. "You misunderstood what you hrard," he said at last, looking much confused. "No, I clidnt. Your wife adviRed you to make use o{ the stock if it would benefit you, and I heard her tell you so." Mr. Bislancl felt that Bob's accusation was showing him up in a bad light before his two employees, and he decided to compromise. "Come into my office and we'll lalk this rna tter over,'' he said, persuasively. "Do I keep the certificates?" demanded Bob. "Yes, yes, if the court will let you." "The court will let me, I guess, if I tell the judge what you intended doing with the stock," replied the boy. "Come into my office ancl I promiRe not to moles t you in any way," mged the broker who was on pin s and needles. "Have I got your word for that?" asked Bob. "You have." "All right," replied the errand boy, stepping back into the room, much to the relief of all parties, particularl,v Mabel, who liked Bob a great deal, and was much alarmed over his daring action. Mr. Bisland entered his private room and Bob followed him. The broker had a long talk with the boy, and tried to show him that it was quite impossible for him to retain the securities. "But I won't consent to you raising money on my prop erty," insisted Bob. "You might go up the spout, like lots of brokers have done, and then where would I come in?" "I won't hypothecate your stock, Bob. I admit that I intended to raise money on it for a few days to help me out. I need the money badly. In fact, I don't know what I shall do as the case stands." Bob saw that he was really very much in earnest, and beg.an to feel a bit sorry for him.

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 13 "Look here, Mr Bisland, if I give up this stock and let you raise the money on it, when will you redeem it?" "Inside of three days." "You are of that?" "I am." "All right. I'll let you have the certificates; but there is also another condition." "What is it?" "That you will not interfere with any speculation I may make in the market. Is that understood?" "Yes, you may do as you please, Bob. I'll have nothing more to say about anything you may do," replied the bro ker, glad to consent to anything that would give him the use of the Michigan Central stock. "I'll take your word. Here is the stock A week from to-day you must show me that you have that st.ock again in your hands. If you do that I'll let you keep it till I'm twenty-one, provided you are more liberal in supplying me with clothes if I should ask you for any." The trouble having been satisfactorily adjusted, Bob re-' turned to the outer office feeling several inches taller. When he went to lunch he looked at the ticker and saw that D. & W. had gone up to 56, which raised his profit in sight to about $1,600. On his return he brought with him a handsome.Jack rose, which he presented to Mabel and told her that it would look fine in her hair. "Do you think so?" she said, laug1-ingly. "Then I'll try it. I'm awfully obliged to _von, Bob." "Don't menlion it. I couldn't do too much for you if I tried." "I\Iy, how nicely you said that," she ahswered, with a Rmile and a blu s h, as she fixed the rose at the side of her head. "There, how do you like that?" "Bang-up. You fixed it as well as if you had a glass before you." Having sa id all he had lo say, Bob returned to his drBk and was sent out on an errand short ly afterward. Mr. Bisland made no further attempt to interfere with his stock operations, nor did he treat the boy quite so brusquely as he had been in the habit of doing. He told hi s wife that he had recovered Bob's Michigan Central shares, but did not explain any of the particulars, for he was ashamed to admit to JHrs. Bisland that he was many customers drop in at the office and leave orders with him to execute. It seemed as though every broker in the Street was extra busy on that day He saw Dick flying around with envelopes in his hand, as if he had a pair of seven-league boots on, and neither of the boys had a chance to go to lunch until after the Exchange closed. When they met to go to their favorite restaurant D. & W was roosting at 66. "Say, Bob, how did you come out about that D. & W. deal? You said your boss told you to close it out. Did you have t.o do it?" "I did not. I told you I wouldn't." "Then you still hold the stock you bought?" "I do." "You're all right, then, for a g-ood profit, (!S it's up to 66." "Tell me something I don't know, old man." "You bought it low down, didn't you?" "That's what I did." "What did you give for it?" "Fifty-two." "Aren't you going to sell out pretty s'oon? Your profit now is $14 a share." "I expect it to go to 70." "I wouldn't take too many chances You might find yourself in the soup ." "I've heard that it was likely to go to "10, that's why I'm holding OIL" "How many shares have you?" "I have 400." "You have 400 !" gasped Dick. "What are you giving me?" "Don't you believe me?'' "Not by several jug sfu l How would you get the money to put up margin on 400 shares of D. & W. at 52 ?" "That's for me to know and you to find out, Dicky," chuckled Bob. "Oh, come, now, hone st Injun, how man y s hares ha Ye you?" "I told you." "You don't expect me to believethat rot, do you?" "You don't haYe to believe it Dicky, if you don't want to. 'This i s a free country." ohligerl to comprom ise with the boy whose will he had f'aid "Wbat's free about it? You have to pay for everything he would break you want." The lafly noticed that her husband was now on unusually "Well, it's free after a fashion. Everybody is entitled friendly i.erms with his ward, and Bhe rather wondered at i.o do as he chooses as lon g as he don't get caught at it." it, hut made no comment, as it didn't greatly interest her. "'That's about the size of it. You arc entitled to stuff The next clay was Saturday, and lhe Exchange closed at me if you can, but you can't, because I'm dead on to you." noon. ou only think you are, but you haYe a few more thinks D. & W. was beginning to attract considerable attention coming Here we are at the Restaurant de Hash. What among the brokers, and the demand fm: it was such that are you going to eat to-day?" during the two-hour session it went up to 58. "I can't tell you till I see the bill-of-fare." On the following Monday the stock opened at 60, and "To-morrow if I sell out at 70, we'll eat at Delmonico's." Bob felt jubilant over the prospect of the haul he saw in "Yes, we will! A square meal there for two would eat sight. up all the profits of your -deal." He now put full confidence in the tipsy broker's asser"You must imagine you're a mind reader." tion that it would go to 70, and he was prepared to sell out "Well, it would make a hole in your profits." at that figure as Broker Brown had advised him to. "It would be so small that I wouldn't be able to see it He was kept pretty busy that day, foT Mr. Bisland had wii.h a spyglass

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1 4 A BOY STOCK BROKER. O ne would think you expected to make a thousand dol lars." "I've already made more than five times that." "Say, you and old Ananias would make a good team. You're the most cheerful liar I've aver met." "I know people who have been shot for saying less than that; but I excuse you You're hardly accountable for what you sayY "I s'pose you think that's funny," said Dick, sitting down at a table and grabbing the bill. Bob grinned and gave his order to Miss Casey, then they got talking about something else Next morning D. & W. touched 70, amid great excite ment on the Exchange, and Bob got up to the little bank as soon as he could and ordered his stock sold It went at 70 3 -8, and he cleared a profit of $18 a share, or $7,200 altogether. When he cashed in his check he found he was worth $9,600, so he rented a safe deposit box and put the money in it for safe keeping. He did not fail to tell Mabel of the successful result of his latest speculation, and she marveled much at his good fortune. A day or two later Mr. Bisland called him into his pri vate office and showed him his certificates which he had duly redeemed, and Bob was satisfied. He didn't take Dick to Delmonico's, but he treated him to the theater and a supper afterward, and his friend re mained in ignorance of just how much he had made. CHAPTER IX. BOB'S RUN OF LUCK CONTINUES. "By Jove, it's better to be born lucky than rich!" Bob Bradshaw uttered t11at exclamation one morning six weeks after his coup in D. & W. There was a reason for the exclamation, or Bob wouldn't have made it. The reason was that he had just discovered by the merest chance in the world that a big syndicate had been formed to boom a stock called Colorado Northern. This road had never cut much ice in financial circles, because it was not thought a whole lot of. It had been hanging around as low as 30 for a long time, and many brokers who had small blocks of it in their safes could not :find a market for it at a profit. Few banks would loan any fair proportion of money on it, and so it was not considered a very desirable asset. Some big operator, however, who knew all about the road, suddenly saw an opportunity to boost it into prominence. He laid his plans before a number of his capitalistic friends, and they agreed to stand in with him and ecc the public, and the brokers, too, if they bit hard enough at the bait that was to be offered. They had a pile of money at their back, and controlled certain ;journalistic channels which enabled them to p:ct a lot of fake intelligence in print in a way that made it look like genuine information. Although Bob knew p,ractically nothing about the inside workings of syndicate, he found out what they were aiming at, and that was sufficient to put him on to a good thing. He lost no time in planking his money down on an order for 3,000 shares of Colorado Northern at ground-floor fig ures, and then he lay back on his oars to wait for the boom to materialize. A general rising of stocks all along the line was in favor of the syndicate, though it would not have affected Colorado Northern under ordinary circumstances. Nobody expected anything of that stock, and the broker who took Bob's order wondered what chump the boy was buying it for. He had no difficulty at that stage of the game in getting hold of the amount Bob wanted, for he had many friends who were only too glad to unload what they had on hand, and when he notified the boy that the stock had been secured and was held subject to his order he did not expect that anything would come out of the deal but his com missions which the margin secured to him. That's where he was fooled, as brokers are sometimes, for if they never made mistakes they would all grow rich without exception, and no failures would be heard of among the traders. Bob had lately been getting on so well with Mr. Bislauc1 that after he had got in on Colorado Northern himself he passed the tip on to his employer. The broker was satisfied that it was worth while taking a risk on, so he bought 10,000 shares for himself, and prom ised to giv e Bob a rake-off if things turned out well. In the meantime the' syndicate \Vas quietly buying up all the shar e s in sight at about 30, and the brokers were gradually getting rid of it, to their great As soon as the supply became scarce, and the syndicate figured they had practi c ally a corner in the shares, new s began to come out about the road that caused the traders to sit up and take notice. Those who had got rid of the stock a few day s back now hegan to kick themselves for having let the shares go when they ought to have held on. But, then, how could they tell what was about to happen to a lame duck stock? Many of the.m hegan to try to huy Colorado Northern hack, and flfrc over c d that iL was mighty hard to get, even at the advanced rate of 3J. In the s cramble that en s ued the price went up to 37 in a cfoy, and that fact attracted more attention than ever to the road. The as s o c iated press kept feeding the leading dailie s with f.res h information about the possibilities in store for the .road, which was not officially denied because the large stockholders found it to their interest to say nothing and watch for developments. 1 Bob could not help feeling uncommonly excited as he watched the price mount upward, for every point it went higher meant $3,000 profit to him. He was already about $21,000 ahead, and the mere thought of so much money set his blood to tingling. On the following day the morning papers were full of Colorado N orlhern, and when the Exchange opened there was a rush by a crowd of brokers to buy the stock. Very little was in sight, and that was held for higher figures. Inside of ten minutes 40 was offered and refused for C. N.

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 15 At noon the stock was going at 46. the pleasure of congratulating you when you realize that Bob was now :figuring on selling, for his profits in sight ambition." were clpse to $50,000. The recent lively times in the Street had prevented Bob Yet he hesitated, because the stock Feemed liable to go and Dick coming together as often as usua l. ten points higher, and if he got out now and it did go ten However, they met at the Broadway restaurant a f e w points more he would be out a whole lot of money. days after Bob made his big stake in Colorado Northern. At the same time, if the bottom should suddenly fall out "I suppose, like me, you've been kept on the hop, ski p of the boom, for some reason or another, he was liable to and jump of late,'' said Dick fetch up in the soup. "To a ceTtain extent. Remember, Mr. Bis l and doesn t He thought he'd ask Mr. Bisland what he thought about do half the business your boss does. We have a select lot the prospects of C. N. of customers. What they lack in numbers they often make When the broker came in from the Exchange Bob folup in excitement when the market is on the r ise." .lowed him into his private room and asked him about the "Some of our customers can get worked up to beat t h e stock. band, too. One chap whose margin was wiped out t h e "I'd hold on for 50, at any rate, Bob," he said. "In other day drew a gun and was going to blow his head off. fact, from pm;ent indications I think it will go above 00 The whole office force jumped on him and got his weapo n without any doubt. I've got quite a block of it, and I am away before he did any damage. He was the nuttiest rooste r holding out for a higher figure than it's going at now." I ever saw." So Bob held on, and was rewarded by seeing it go to "How much did he l ose?" 50 by one o'clock. "A couple of hundred, I guess. Y o u d have t h ought it At two o'clock it w.as going around 52, and as Bob was was a million the way he took on." out, and had a chance to call in at the broker's who was "If it was all he had in the world it semed like a mill ion carrying his deal, he dropped in and ordered his shares to him sold. -"He oughtn't to have put up all he h ad on stocks ? They went like hot cairns as soon as offered, and M got "People ought not to do a great many th i ngs. I put up 52 1 -2. all I had on C. N. Suppose I'd been wiped o u t, I'd have His profit on the deal, after paying commissions and been next door to broke, but nobody would have heard me other charges, was $66,500, which gave him a capital of squeal." $76,000. ".So you were in C N., eh? How muc h did y ou w in Mr Bisland sold his 10,000 shares at about the same this time?" price, realizing $200,000 "Something over sixty thousand." He told Bob that he would put $10,000, or five per cent "At it again, are you? You can tell a whopper wit h of his winnings, in a bank to his credit, which was a rethe face I ever saw in my life. That's as ba d markable instance of generosity on his part. as the 400 shares of D. & W. you said you had." "How much do yot't suppose I've made on Colorado "Why shouldn't I have won $60,000? I bought Col orado Northern, Mabel?" Bob asked her Northern at rock-bottom :figures on a tip I got hold of, and "I haven't the least idea You didn't tell me that you I sold out at high-water mark. I made $22 .50 a share were in the market again." "I don't doubt that you might have made that m u c h a "I know I didn't. I had a good thing in tow and wanted share; but how many shares did you have?" to surprise you." "Three thousand." "How much did you make?" "Why don't you say ten thousand? It's jus t a s easy," He wrote the amount on a slip of paper and laid it on grinned Dick. the keys of the typewriter. "Because I always tell the truth." "Surely you are joking, Bob," she said on noting the sum. "You'd make a good :fisherman. I'll bet you'd t ell the "No, I'm not joking. That is actually what I made." tallest stories that ever got into print. "Is it possible!" exclaimed the astonished girl. "I'll have to call you 'Dick the Doubter' after this. N o "Yes. I bought 3,000 shares at rock bottom :figures on use of me telling you anything more about my stock dea l s the usual margin, and now, outside of what Mr. Bisland One of these days whe:ri I'm able to draw my check fo r a holds for me in trust, I'm worth $76,000. Pretty good for million I'll let you see it in black and white, and the n may an errand boy, don't you think?" be you'll believe I'm a capitalist." "I should think it was. Why, a few months ago you were Thus speaking, walked off. hardly worth anything outside your Michigan Central shares." 1 "That's right. I've had great luck. I expect to keep right on till I become a millionaire." "Nothing l ike aiming high," laughed Mabel. "Sure. I expect to hit the mark some day. Millionaires are so common down here now that you really can't be considered in the swim unless your financial resources are in seven figures "Well, you've done so well as a boy speculator that you deserve to become a millionaire, and I hope I shall have CHAPTER X. BOB LEAVES l\IR. BISL.'\ND'S OFFICE. One morning, not l ong after, Bob read in the morn ing paper about a messenger boy who had made a quar t er of a million in the recent rise in Colorado Northern and had opened an office in the Pluto Building as a fu llfledged broker. He showed the story to Mabel.

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16 A BOY STOCK BROKER. "He must be a smart boy," she said, after reading the article. "It's the smart boys who get ahead," replied Bob "I think I'll have to open an office, too. I'm tired of running errands for Mr. Bisland." "Don't talk foolish, Bob. There's lots of time ahead of you yet." "What's the use of me wasting my valuable time for $7 per when I could do ever so much better as a stock broker?" "You a stock broker?" laughed Mabel. "That's too funny for anything!" "Is it? I don't think there is anything funny about it." "Why, you're only eighteen. Nobody would patronize you "How do you know they wouldn't?" growled Bob. "Because you're a boy." "This chap mentioned in the paper is only a boy, and tl1e report says he's doing well. If he can do well so can I," replied the errand boy, confidently. "Oh, that story is exaggerated." "That's only your impression. You don't know whether it is or not. His name and business address is ,given in black and white. l'm going to make it my business to find out all about him." "I would," smiled Mabel. "Look here, Mabel, I thought you had a good opinion of me?" "I0have." "I wouldn't think so from the way you ridicule my sug gestion of starting out as a stock broker I'm worth $76,000 cash, not speaking about my Michigan Central stock, and $10,000 Mr. Bisland says he's put in bank for me in return for a winning tip, which brings my real capital up to nearly $100,000. I'll bet there are brokers in the Street to-clay who haven't got as much as that by s o me thousands.'' "But they have age and experience." "Experience counts, I'll admit, but age not always." "A beardless boy hardly inspires confidence A minor is not responsible under the law for what he does, so long as it is nothing criminal. The brokerage business is largely conducted on the principle that a trader's word is as good as his bond. It's got to be run that wn.y. Wlrnn a broker bpys stock from another broker the purchaser depends upon the seller to keep his engagement to deliver the certificates according to the rules of the Exchange. The exchange of memorandums binds the deal. A customer who put up money on a stock purchase has the broker s reputation as a guarantee that he will not lose if t11e market goes the right way. A man who places money in a minor's hands for the same purpose does so at his own risk. In case t11ere is any misunderstanding he cannot recov e r through a suit in court Under the s e circumstances you would find it difficult to do any business." ""Well, my word is Qi! good as my bond, and I have the coin to back it," said Bob. "You're not really thinking of becoming a broker for many years yet, are you?" "Yes, I am. I'm liable to branch out any day." "'iVhy, you'd be the laughing-stock of the Street." "Yes? Maybe some of the funny persons would find cause to laugh on the other side of their mouth," said Bob, ./ walking away, rather dissatisfied with Mabel's view of things Bob took the first chance to inquire into the fact of the boy broker in the Pluto Building, and he found the paper had not overstated the facts so far as the boy being in busi ness was concerned. He was a bright, good-looking fellow, and had secured several customers who had confidence enough in him to put up their money in his hands. Bob made bis acquaintance, and had a long talk with him. "I didn't make a quarter of a million in Colorado Northern,'' he said; "but I made enough to get a start in this office." "How came you to go into C. N. ?"asked Bob. "Did you get. a tip about it?" "Yes. I was put wise to the boom and I got in on the ground floor." "I got wind of the boom, too," replied Bob, "and got in at 30. I made a good thing out of it. You've got a nice office here. I'd like to start out for myself, too. I am sure I could do better than running errands at $7 per." "It would hardly pay you to start out unless you had at least $50,000 I've worked the market two years while carrying messages, and now I'm going to hire somebody to carry messages for me just as soon as I get business enough to warrant the expense Bob returned to his own office feeling rather dissatisfied with the menial situation he was holding He felt, however, that Mr. Bisland would not consent to his breaking away from him, and as the broker was his legal guardian he would probably be able to pcevent him from doing so. With $76,000 cash at his command, Bob felt pretty inde pendent, and he believed he could do much better than carrying messages and doing light office work for his guardian. Since Mr. Bisland had been treating him pretty decently of late he di0.n't care to have any trouble with him, so be was undecided just what he would do. The matter, however, was settled for him. Mr. Bisland attended a Masonic lodge once a week. A few days after Bob's conversation with Mabel as d e tailed in the opening of this chapter, the broker went to a grand blow out giYen by his lodge to some distinguished visitors from another lodge. The affair didn't break up till after midnight, and M:r. Bisland started for home feeling pretty good, as he always did when he got something for nothing. Unfortunately, a couple of toughs, who made it their business to hold up any man who looked easy, crossed his path. They were cowardly, brutal rascals. They attacked the broker, who, though a big, strong man, was not in a condition to resist them, and they not only cleaned him out, but, beat him into an unconscious state. He was subsequently fottnd by a policeman and removed to the nearest hospital, where his injuries were found to be of a very serious nature. It was a week before he could be brought home, and for a month he was confined to his bed. 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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 17 former self, and the doctor ordered him South for an ex tended sojourn. Of course Mrs. Bisland had to accompany her husband, so the house was left in charge of the two servants and Bob. Hopwood was made temporary boss of the office, and after the broker's departure he began putting on airs that didn't suit either Bob or Mabel. Before three days passed Bob and the bookkeeper had a run-in over something and the boy told him to get another messenger and office boy, for he wouldn't work under him any more. Bob put on his hat and walked out, though Hopwood called him back in an endeavor to patch up the difficulty Bob strolled over to the Exchange and put in the rest of the day up to three o'clock in the visitors' gallery. Then he went to the restaurant to lunch and found Dick already there. "I had a racket with Hopwood about one o'clock and I quit work," said Bob to his friend. "You didn't quit for good?" "I didn't quit for bad, I hope. If you mean am I going back to-morrow I'll say 'No.' I can't stand Hopwood a little bit. He's nearly as bad as Gassett, in your office, ever since Mr. Bisland went South You'd think he was the real boss. If he doesri't put our office on the hog it will be a wonder." "Going to remain away till Mr. Bisland gets back?" "I may remain away longer than that." "Thinking of taking another job ?" "No." "What are you thinking of doing?" "Going into business for myself." "Yes, you are!" replied Dick, incredulously. "That's what I said." "Come, now, no fooling, what are you going to do?" "I'm going to open an office and hang out my shingle as a stock broker." Dick nearly fell off his seat with astonishment. CHAPTER XI. BOB HIRES AN OFFICE. "You'd make a healthy stock broker," grinned Dick, as soon as he recovered from his frieud's announcement. "I hope so," replied Bop, coolly. "An unhealthy one wouldn't amount to much." "You know what I mean." "I know what you say." "So you're going to open an office, eh?" chuckled Dick, unbelievingly. "That's my present intention." "Where and when?" "I haven't looked for a place yet, and until I get one I couldn't say when I'll open up." "Do you want a partner?" "Do you want io go in with me?" "No, L don t think I could afford to. I'm making $8 now, and I don't care to make les s in order to be my own boss." "Don't you think there's money in the brokerage busi ness?" "Sure, there is-loads of it; but you've got to know t h e business and have lots of capital." "I've got the capital. The experience I hop e to accu m ulate in time." "How much capital have you?" "You'd call me a liar if I told you, Dicky, so I won't." "Well, let me know when you hang out your shing le, will you, and I'll come up and give you an orde r t o buy me a thousand shares of Pancake preferred," laughed J?ick. "Don't trouble yourself, Dick. I'm not going to do busi ness with boys." "What a nerve! What do you ca ll you rself?" "No matter what I call myself,. I only intend to buy and sell for responsible persons." "Ain't I responsible?" "Scarcely." "You're bug h o use!" If you've :finished your meal we'll get out." The boys left the restaurant. "Say, why don't you stop your kidding and tell a fellow what you expect to do?" said Dick. "I've told you." \ "Oh, I don't bel ieve any such rot as that. ."Then we'd better change the conversation Are you g o ing home now?" "Sure thing." "I'm going back to our building to wait for Mabel K i tridge." "All right Hope to see you to-morrow." The boys separated and Bob returned to the office buil d ing where he had been working. While waiting around the door the head janitor came u p and began talking to him. "Got any offices to rent in this building?" Bob asked him. "Severai. Mr Jordan on your floor wants to get' a tenant to take his room off his hands till May 1, next year. He's moving d9wnstairs into larger quarters. Do y o u know somebody who wants an office?" "Well, if one room will suit him send him to Mr. Jor dan "I guess I'll call on Mr. J orclan myself and take a look at his room." "He'll offer an inducement to a responsible tenant for the balance of his lease." "That's something. Do you think I will find him up stairs now?" "I guess you will." "All right. I'll go up.'' So Bob took the elevator and got off at the sixth floor. Mr. Jordan's office was next door to Sinnott's suite, where Dick Hatch worked. Bob opened the door and walked in. A gentleman was sitting at a desk alongside the window. "Mr. Jordan?" said Bob. "That's my "The janitor told me that )'OU wanted to rent this office up to May l "I do. Are you looking for an office for somebody?" "I would like to rent the office myself." "You would?" replied Mr Jordan, in surprise. "I'm afraid I could hardly rent it to a boy."

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18 A BOY STOCK BROKER. "What rent do you a s k? The gentl e man told him "Will you rent it io m e if I p a y the w hole amount in advance ?" Mr. Jordan looke d Rurpri seu "You are acting for some bod y els e ar e n t you?" "No, sir "What do you want to use the office for?" "Stock brokerage bus iness." "Not for yourself?" "Yes, sir." "What experience have you had?" "Two year s in a broker' s office." Mr. J ordan smi led. "I suppo s e you are aware that s uch a business req u ires consi derable capital?" he said. "Yes, s i r I ha v e capital enough to get on with "I don't know wheth e r I ought to r ent you this office or no t I might be encouraging you to undertake what you ought n o t t o attempt "We ll s i r, I would onl y have to look for an office e lsewhe r e," replied Bob. "What r efere nce can you offer?" I sn't my money refer e nce enou gh?" "It's p retty good. Who is the broker you have been workin g for?" "Mr. Bi s l an d o n this floor." "Can you refer to Mr. Bisland ?" "He's down in Florida for hi s health "Whe n d i d you his employ?" "This afternoon I had a littl e trouble with the book keep e r who i s running the office in his absence, and I d e cid e d to quit." "Do you live with your par ents ?" "No, s ir. My parents ar e d e ad. Mr. Bisland is m y guardian and I am l i ving at his hou s e." "Have you got Mr. Bisland's con s ent to start out for yomself ?" "No, s ir. I don't consider it n eces sary." "If h e is your guardian I should imagine his acquiescence woul d b e necessarJ You say you have th e necessary cap ital to go into the brpkerage business. Mr. Bisland I think would have control of your prop e rty, mone y and otherwise H e has onl y charge of what my father left me. The c apital I have I made myself without his know l edge, i n s tock specu l ation Mr J ordan had quite a lengthy conversation with Bob, a nd l earned a good dea l from him abou t h i s s tock trans. act i o ns. H e s a w t hat the boy was smart, an d he bega n to take qui t e an interest in him. On the whole, he rather sympathized with Bob's ambi t i o u s v iews, and finally consented to let him have the office at a certain monthly rental, his young tenan t t o pay t h ree months' rent in advance, and after that on e m ont h at a t ime as i t b ecame due "Wh e n ca n I have possession?" asked Bob. W ell, thi s i s T hu rsday. You can have the office Mon da y "Very well, sir I will bring you the three months' rent in the morn i ng When will you be here?" A n y tim e a f ter n i ne -thir ty.'' That closed th e inter v i ew, and then Bob went over t o Mr. Bi s land 's office and loo k e d in at the door to see if Mabe l was still the r e She was putting on h e r hat pre parat o r y to g oin g home He waited till sh e came out. "Why, Bob, wher e hav e y ou been all the aft e rnoon ? "Mo s tly in th e gallery at th
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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 19 and ordered such printing, books and stationery as he would need in his business. Then he went to an office outfitting firm on Nassau Street and picked out a desk, a table, several chairs, a small letter file case, and sundry other things, which he ordered delivered on Monday morning. The next thing he bought was a safe. After that he arranged for the installation of a ticker: a telephone being already attached to the room. His last purchases included a handsome rug and half a dozen appropriate pictures for the walls. He left word with a sign painter to call on Monday morn ing, then having accomplished all he could do he went to the Exchange and spent an hour in the gallery watchmg the fluc tuations of the market. He didn't meet Dick tliat day, nor the next, which was Saturday. He had arranged with Mabel to see her at one o'clock on Saturday at the entrance of the building, and he was wait ing for her when she came down the elevator. "I want you to take lunch with me to-day, Mabel," he said. "We'll go to a quiet little restaurant on Beaver Street, and then I'll see you home." She had no objection to obliging him, and so he escorted her to the eating-house. As soon as they were seated at a table by one of the windows, and the waiter had taken their order, Bob said: "Well, have you decided to come with me or not?" "M:other and I talked the matter over, and I have decided to take advantage of your generous offer, provided that, if I am fortunate enough in establishing myself, you will l et me pay my share of the rent from the start -off." "I will, if you insist, but I had rather you wouldn't. I want to do something for you, because I think you're the finest girl in the world, and you have given me enough good advice in the last year to pay a whole lot of rent." "Well," she replied, with a laugh, "I always said what I thought was best for you, btlt you didn't invariably follow the advice I gave you." "I admit it; but without finding any fault with your good counsel, I feel bound to say that I wouldn't be worth $76,000 to-day if I had clone exactly as you wanted me to." Mabel admitted the fact, too, but claimed, nevertheless, that only Bob's extraordinary good luck had carried him through without loss. "Have you given Hopwood notice of your intention to lea Ye the office?" "Not yet. I wanted to see you before I took that step. When do you think I had better start in at your place?" "You'll have to give Hopwood a week's notice. You can tell him Monday morning that you're going toleave, and on the following Monday you can come to my office. I'll get a typewriter, and you can pay for it in any old way you choose." The waiter appeared with the dishes, and they proceeded to eat as well as talk. When they had finished their lunch Bob eSked the young stock broker, standing over him with clenched fists. Gassett looked as if he had. Dick Hatch came bOuncirig out oi Sinnott's office with an envelope in his hand just as Bob finished putting it over the margin clerk, and Dick witnessed Gassett's lay-out with both surprise and satisfaction. "Give him another for me," he said to his chum. "He's had all he can stand for the present, I guess," replied Bob, stepping back from the fallen man as the clerk showed no inclination to retaliate. "What's the trouble about, anyway?" asked Dick. "He got a little bit too gay with me, that's all," Bob. "I'll get square with you, you young villain!" snarled Gassett, as he got on his feet and shook his fist at Bob. "Will you? Now is as good as any time to try it on," replied the boy, coolly. Dick chuckled loudly. Gassett turned furiously on him. "What are you laughing at, you little monkey?" roared. "Nothing)' grinned Dick. His answer so incensed the margin clerk that he fetched the young messenger a slap on the jaw that sent him reeling 8everal feet away. "What did you do that for, you cowardly bully?" de manded Bob, stepping forward with flas hing eye and fists. Dick was so mad at the blow, which had hurt him a good

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. bit, that he rushed at Gassett and struck him a heavy crack in the chest. He followed it up with a swing from his other fist in the face, and a regular scrap between them ensued. Ordinarily Gassett would have been too much for the messenger, but Dick was so worked up that he care for any consequences, and the way he went for the c lerk was a caution. Half a dozen people who came from the elevator, or out of the offices opening on the corridor, stopped lo see the fun, and their sympathies, if they felt any, were with the boy. Bob stood by to se.e fair play with a satisfied look on his face, hoping that Gassett would get all that was coming to him. In the midst of the trouble Mr. Sinnott came out of his office and recognized his two employees as principals in what he considered a disgraceful encounter. "What does this mean?" he demanded, catching Dick by the arm. "That little villain attacked ;ne in the corridor," ex plained Gassett, in an abashed way. "He hit me fir st," said Dick, dogg e dly. "Take that message 1 gaYc you to deliver to its tion at once," said Mr. Sinnott, sternlv. "I'll attend to you later. I'm surprised, Mr. Gassett, to find you mixed up in a brawl in so public a place a::; this corridor," adcled the broker as Dick sneakC'd off toward the elevator. "l shall require a full explanation from you after I return from the Exchange." Thus speaking, Mr. Sinnott walked away, lea\ing his clerk very much crestfallen. Without paying any further aLtC'ntion to Bob. Gassett started for the office where h e had an errand lo exPcute. Bob walked back to the sign painter who was finishincr his job after having been an intere s ted obsener 0 scrap. "That fellow was up again s t it hard," laughed the painter. "Who is he?" "Margin clerk for Sinnott, ne x t door. He 's been down on me. He's a big bully and has been bulldo z ing Dick Hatch, the messenger of his office, for a year or more. The worm turned at last, and I guess he'll haul in his horns after this." "He jumped on you without any cause that I could see" said the painter. "I made mad by sneezing," chuckled Bob. "Why should he get mad at that?" asked the man wonderingly. Bob related to him the incident of the restaurant in ex planation. The painter laughed till hi s sides ached. "That was a baJ:!g-up trick. He must be on to yo>t1 as the author of it," he said. "I don't know whether he i s or not, und I don't ca re. He'd better leave me alone if he knows what is good for him self." The painter finished the s ign and asked him how he liked it. rt 's all right. Come inside and I'll pay you." They entered the office, and a few minutes afterward the painter left with his pay in his p0cket. CHAPTER XIII. BOB BUYS A BLOCK OF SILVER CRl!EK M. & M. STOCK. When Dick Hatch returned to the building after deliver ing his message he looked down in the mouth. Dick knew that he was up against it or the scrap with the margin clerk, as Ur. Sinnott had told him with significant emphasis that he would 1 attend to him later. The young messenger wasn't a bit sorry for the punching he had given Gassett. Under ordinary circumstances he would have been over joyed at the crack he had got at his tyrant; but as the case stood be was afraid that the matter might end in his get ting the bounce, and he figured that would be rather tough on him. "What makes you look so solemn, Hatch?" said the ele vator attendant, as Dick stepped into the cage. "Got a foothache ?" "No; I'm just down on my luck a bit," replied Dick without his customary grin. "Been specu latin g and got caught in the shuffle?" "No. The boss caught me scrapping with Gassett in the corridor, and he may give me the baunce for it." "When did this happen?" ".Just before I went on this trip." "T hope you' ll come out all right," said the elevator man, as he stopped the cage at the sixth floor and Jet the boy out. Dick walked down the corridor to h iR office. As he drew near it he Raw the sign "Robert Bradshaw, Stock Broker," on i.he door 0 the adjoining office recently occupied by Mr. Jordan. He stopped and started open-mouthed at it. "Suffering Isaac! That can't be Bob!" he \>reathed. "Yet h e told me that h e was going to open up for him self. I thought he was joking. Gee! If that's reall y him, h e's got an awft 1 nerve. I wonder if he expects to get c n s tomer s? J mu s L tak e a peep in there and see if this new broker i s a ct uall y Bob. I can hardly believe that it is, thongh it 's hi s name all right." Di c k stooped clown and applied his eye to the keyhole. He saw a d esk, a table and a few other things, but not Bob. Then h e tried the door and found it locked. "He's noL in. I'll investigate lat er on," he said to himself, as he walked into his own office. Gassett ga \"e him a mighty black look as he passed his desk, but mid nothing. Dick went to his chair and sat down. A few minutes he was sent on another message. As he w{ls returning he saw Bob ahead of him bound apparently for the building. Dick rushed up to him, anJ. slapping him on the s houlder, !'taicl: "IR that your office upstairs on the sixth floor?" "Yes." "Well, you've a cast-iron gall to call yourself a stock broker." "It takes gall to get along in thi s world," grinned Bob. "You've more than your share." "l' m not kicking if I have." "Do you expect to do al!)' business?"

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 21 : ''''ny not?" Wher e a r e you g o ing to g e t your customers?" "Oh, th ey' ll come around after a while. Give a chap a c h a nce t o ge.t known." "But y ou r e onl y a boy like my s elf. Grown men and wome n ar e not goin g to patroniz e you in preference to the fiity -odd establi s h e d broke r s in the building. Besides, you r e not a m embe r of the Exchange, and can't be, even if you had the price of a seat, until you're of age, and tha t 's s everal year s off y et." "Som e thin g less than three." T h ree year s i s a long time to wait." "I'm not worr y ing ove r it. "Wha t a r e you goin g to do b e fore you get customers? Sp e cul a t e on your own hook?" "Probabl y." Suppose you get clean e d o .ut ?" "The n I'll b e bus t e d." "Whe r e will y our bu s ines s b e then ? "Yo u ask too many question s Di ck. I never cross a bri dge t ill I c ome to it, con s equently; I'm not thinking of any d i sag reeable possibiliti es. I believe in looking on the b r i g h t side alwa ys. That' s the bes t way to avoid getting a gro u c h on." They ente r e d the building and took the elevator to the six tM. flo or. "I may ge t t h e bounc e for that run-in with Gassett," said Di c k as they w a lk e d down the corridor. "What m a kes you think so?" a s ked Bob. "The w ay thb hos s pok e He s aid h e' d attend to me l a t er." "Oh, h e' ll have for g ott e n all about the matter by the tim e h e gets back." "He i sn' t in th e h a bit o f forgetting thing s And if he d i d Gassett will take ca r e to r e mind him." I dou bt i t H e's in the mir e a s w e ll a s yourself. Bu t h e's o f mor e importance to Mr. Sinnott than I "Oh, h e i s n t s o much. The woods are full of better cle rk s t h a n h e." "And the wood s ar e full of messenger s looking for a job, too." I d o n t think the r e's an y danger of y ou getting the sack. If you s hould come in and let me know and I'll h i r e you till you get an othe r job." "You haven't a n y thin g for m e to do." "Wha t d iffere nce does that mak e t o y ou if you get paid? Miss Kitridge will have desk-room with me after this week. S he's goin g to han g out h e r s hingl e a s a public s t e nogra ph e r. Yo u c o uld g o around and solicit work for her, bes ides collectin g a nd d e liv e rin g the s ame. I'll :find work e n o u g h for you to kee p you from loafing if you los e your presen t posit i on." B o b unlock e d hi s door and ente r e d aft e r telling Dick to dr o p i n aft e r h e was throu g h for the da y D ick promised that h e would and return e d to his own office. S hor t l y af t e r, Mr. Sinnott got ba ck, and one of the :first thin gs h e did was to c a ll his m esse ng e r insid e and demand an of the trouble in the corridor. Di c k gave hi s s ide of th e troubl e Gassett was th e n s ummon e d and gave his. Mr. Sinnott happened to be on the wrong side of the market to the tune of several thousand dollars, and he was not feeling in good humor. As the explanations did not strike him in a favorable light he told both the margin clerk and Dick that the y could look for other jobs, for he intended to dispense with their services after Saturday. Gassett was all taken aback and put up a whine, but it did him rro good. Dick said nothing, but took his medicine without a mur mur. When he got through for the day he went in to see Bob and told him that he was to be :fire d at the e nd of the week. "But I've got one sati s faction," he concluded, "Gassett got the G. B., too." "Did he? Served him right," answered Bob. "He'll have a nice time getting another position without refer ence." "So will I." "You n e edn t worry, for y ou'll draw y our $8 per right here till you connect with something, and rt i sn't a sure t hing th a t I won' t keep you p e rman e ntl y ." "I wish you would. I'd work for a dollar less." "Oh, a dollar a week doesn't cut any ice with me." "Doe s n t it? Glad to hear it. I guess you must have money, after all." "I've got enough to run this place till further notice. Besides, Mr. Bisland put $10,000 in the bank for me in payment for a tip I passed on to him and out of which he made a good thing. Th e n th e r e i s my Michigan Central s tock, which is worth over $11 ,000 more Of cour se, those two item s don t count at present, but they will when I'm twent y -one." "Funny isn't it, to think of me working for you?" grinned Dick. "Lots of funny thing s happ e n in thi s world Nice office y ou' v e got h e re. I hope you' ll do some thing to mak e it pay. Mu s t cost you some thing stiff, for offices in thi s building ar e e xpen sive." 1 All offices are expen sive in the Wall Street district." Jus t then a knock came on the door. "Come in," said Bob. The door ope ned and a g e ntl e man whom Bob recogniz e d a s a br o k e r walk e d in. "Mr. Brad s haw isn't in, I see "Yes h e is. That' s my name." "You're not Robert Bradshaw? "Yes sir." "Surely you don't claim to be a stoc k broker?" "That word was painted with an eye to the future. Won't you take a seat, Mr. Cooke ? I b e lieve that's your name." "You evidently know m e b y s ight said the broker, ting down. "Have you gone into bu s ine s s for y ourself?" "Yes, s ir ; I'm trying to mak e a s tart "You must be an ambitious boy You 've b e en employed in the Street, I presume?" "Yes, sir.'' "Might I ask with whom?:' "Na than Bisland, on this floor." "Mr. Bisland is South, is h e not?" "Yes, sir. He's at a hotel near Jack s onville."

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22 A BOY STOCK BR O KER. "Do you expect to speculate for yourself while you are building up a business?" "Very likely." "I.might put you on to a good thing." "I don't object to accepting such a favor," replied Bob. "I have a few thousand shares of the Silver Creek Mining & Milling Company, which is going to be a winner, that I could ha'Ve at a bargain, as I need the money to meet a pressing engagement. It is going at $11 on the Denver Exchange If you were able to take a block of 5,000 shares I could let you have it at $10. Or I'll sell you any part of that number for $10.50." "I'll take the block at $10," said Bob, promptly. ":Jiake out your memorandum aJJd I'll give you my written order. Fetch the certificates here in the morning any time after nine-thirty and the money will be ready for you." "Do you mean that?" asked the trader, eagerly. "Here is my signed order," said Bob, writing it out. "As you are a minor I can hardly hold you if you should change your mind between this and the morning." "I have a thousand dollars in my safe which I will pay you on account to prove that I mean .!;lsiness." "'l'hat will be better," said the brbicer, writing a memor andum and handing it to the young stock broker. "Hand me your pad and I'll write a receip1t for the money." Bob handed him the pad, and while he was making out the receipt the boy opened his safe and took out the $1,000. The exchange was macle, and the broker left the room evidently in a happy frame of mind. He had lf..nloaded a block of stock that hacl been lying in his safe for some time. It belonged to a customer who would not take less than $10 a share for it, and Mr. Cooke had not been able s o far to find a purchaser at that figure. He immediately sized the boy stock broker up as an easy mark. P erhaps he was. CHAPTER XIV. BOB HAS so;i\IETHING PARTICULAR TO SAY TO MABEL "Have you got $50,000 to pay for that stock?" asked Dick, in surprise. "Have I? I should smile that I had!" "Did you make it out of the market?" "I did." "What did you want to buy those shares outright for? Why didn't you buy them on a ten per cent. margin, and then you'd only have had to put up $5,000 ?" "What's the use of paying interest on $45,000 when you've got the money lying iClle and no other deal in sight?" "Why did you buy the stock? Any idea that it's going up?" '{I bought it because I discovered this afternoon that it waR a good stock to have a few shares of at this time. If Mr. Cooke knew as much about it as I do he wouldn't have sold it for 15, much less 10. He'll know in the morning, but then it will be too late for him, as the deal is made." "What will he know in the morning about it?" "He'll learn that a new and particularly rich lead has been dicovered in a new gallery of the mine, and hat the price in consequence will probably jump five or ten points on the Denver Exchange to-morrow. The chances are that I'll clear $50,000 on that little transaction." "Is that so?" ejaculated Dick, not a little surprised. "How did you find out that a new l ead has been discovered in the mine?" "That is one of my official secrets. I simp l y got next to a tip. I've been looking for the stock without success for an hour, before I met you, and was rather surprised when Mr. Cooke offered to sell it for 10. That showed he was ignorant of the news that will be all over the Curb in the morning." Gee You're in 1 uck." "Well, I guess we'll go uptown if you're ready," said Bob. He locked the office up and they started for home. Next morning the news of the strike in the Silver Creek mine was in the papers. On his way to the office Bob stopped at his safe deposit vault and got $45,000 out of his box to pay for the certifi cates he had bought from Broker Cooke. The trader turned up at a quarter to ten. He didn't look particnlarly pleased. He had read the news of the strike at the mine and he knew the price of the stock would jump on the Curb Exchange as soon as that institution opened for business. He had actually given away a good thing under the im pression that he was ridding himself of a slow-selling bunch of mining shares. Had he wai.tcd a few hours he could have arranged mat ters so that in addition to his commission he would gather in all the profit he had put in Bob's way. That's why he looked as if he had eaten something that went wrong with his digestive apparatus "Good-morning, Cooke," said Bob, cheerfully. "Good-morning, BradRhaw. You have something on me to-day," the broker growled as he took his seat. "In what way?" "In what way! Why, that Silver stock I sold you yesterday is now worth fifty per cent. more than you paid for it. "Why, you're not worl'ying about that, are you? You told me that you were putting me on to a good thing because you needed the money to meet tsome pressing engagement." "I didn't expect that it would turn up trumps so soon." Bob easily b elieved hi.iv., anc1 he knew that Cooke was feeling pretty sick over the deal which he had suggested himself. "Well, here 's your money," said the boy stock broker, taking the bills out of the safe. Mr. Cooke counted it, and finding it to be all right, handed Bob the five 1,000-shn.re certificates of the Silver Creek Mining & Milling Company The business settled, the trader took his leave Bob then lockec1 up the office and went down to Broad Street to watch developments on the Curb Exchange. He soon found that Si.lver Creek stock was already being bid for at 16, with few takers, for there was not much of the stock in ew York. When it got up to 18 Bob offered 1,000 shares for 20. He sold it without any trouble. He offered another 1,000 at 21, and sold that, too. He wanted 23 for a third 1,000, but his offer hung fire.

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 23 As he passed about offering the stock a broker offered him 22 1-2. "I'll sell you 3,000 shares at that price," replied Bob. "I'll take them," said the trader, and the deal was made. Thus the boy stock bi:oker got rid of the shares at a profit of $58,000. "'l'his is a pretty good start for me," said Bob to himself. "If I hadn't quit Mr Bislancl I would have lost this chance to mak e a good haul. I made no mistake in branching out for myself. I guess I can easily afford to give Dick a steady job whether I have much for him to do or not Mabel dropped in a moment to see Bob on her return from her lunch, and he to l d her about his fortunate deal in Silver Creek stock. "I didn t have the shares in my possession much over an hour before I had cleared nearly $60,000 on them," he told her, with a complacent smile "That's much better than as errand boy for $7 a week, don't you think?" "I' guess you were born fortunate, Bob," she replied. "You seem to make money out of everything you take hold of 1That's what I'm in business for. Does Hopwood know that I've taken this office?" "I couldn't say whether he does or not He didn't say anything about it "Did you give him not ice yesterday that you intended to leave the office ?" "I did "What did he say?"' "He was much put out about it, and tried to get me to reconsider the matter. He offered me $2 a week more wages." "Diel he? You didn't accept it, I suppose?" "No. I prefer not to work for Mr Hopwood." "Did he ask you if you had taken another position?" "He did, and I told him 'No."' "Diel you tell him what you are going to do?" "I did not." "Who do you think is coming to work for us?" "Work for us ?" "Sure, You are to have his services when you require them, and it won't cost you a cent, as I am going to pay his wages. Well, it's Dick Hatch." "Is he going to leave Mr. Sinnott?" "Yes, he's been bounced, to take effect on Saturday." "What did he do to be discharged?" asked Mabel. "Mr. Sinnott caught him and Gassett fighting in the corridor yesterday morning and he fired them both. As soon as Dick told me that he woul d be out of work I hired him. He'll start ln on Monday I'm going to send him out to drum up work for you. I've ordered some business cards for you, and the painter is going to put your name on my door. I hope the three of us will make a happy family in here." "I guess we'll get along together," smiled the girl. "It won't be my fault if we don't. I think you and I could get along under any circumstances, say for life "Why, Bob, aren't you awful!" exclaimed Mabel, blush ing furiously. ''Am I? Would you object to me as your steady com panion?" Bob took her hand and looked earnestly into her face. "Now, Bob, do talk sense," she said, in some confusion. "That's what I'm trying to do. I've made up my min d to win you if I can. I think yo-i.1 like me well enou g h to give me a chance Do I get the chance, or don''t I?" She made no reply and kept her eyes averted Bob believed in striking the iron while it was hot, s o h e nervily insinuated one of his arms around her waist a n d bent toward her. "Do you care for me or don't you, Mabel ?" he asked, earnestly. She remained silent "Yes or no?" he persisted, drawing her closer to him ," she answered, softly, with blushing cheeks He drew her head unresistingly clown on his shou lder and kissed her "Will you, be my wife as soon as I am well established in business?" "Do you really want me to?" "Do you suppose I'd ask you if I wasn't in dead earnest? I do wa'nt you. Is it 'Yes?' "Yes, Bob, for I love you with all my heart That settled the matter, and two clays later Mab e l had an expensive diamond ring on her engagement finger, and she was very proud of it and very happy, too. Mabel's name was put on the door in small letters in one corner, and she appeared there on Monday m orn in g ready for business as soon as any came to her. Dick also reported to Bob on Monday morning, and t he young stock broker handed him a bunch of Mab e l 's cards and sent him o u t to hunt u p work for her. CHAPTER XV BOB RE.A.CHES THE QUARTER OF A MILLION MAR K About one o'clock, as Bob and Mabel were getting rea d y to go out to l unch together, Hopwood walked in. He had a disagreeable look on his face "Where did you get the money to hire an office a n d put such a ridiculous sign on the door?" he demanded of Bob. "What is that to you Mr Hopwood?" repl ied t h e boy, independently "It's nothing to me, but you'll find there' ll be somethi ng doing when Mr Bislancl gets back." "That needn't worry you. "I got a letter from him this morning, and here is one for you. He is surprised to learn that you left the office in such an abrupt way, and he expects you to return at once." "That so?" replied Bob, indifferently. "You've got an other errand boy, havtfu.'t you?" "I only hired him temporarily "You'd better make his job permanent, for I'm wc>rVing for myself now." for yourself, eh?" sneered the bookkAeper. "Only an excuse to loaf around while Mr. Bislanil is South "If that's your opinion, we'll let it go at that replied Bob, coolly. "I'm going to see the superintendent of the building. I guess he doesn't know that one of the offices has been rented under false pretenses to an errand boy."

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24 A BOY STO C K BROKER. "Go and see him, if it will make you fe e l any better. Whe n he r e ached hom e h e was s ur p rised to find Mr. and ln the meantime I'll have to a s k you to excuse me talkin g Mrs. Bis land at home. any further a s Mis s Kitridg e and 1 are going to lunch If They had r e a c h e d New York b y a l ate train. anybody call s Di c k," h e add ed, turning fo his chum, "I The broker looked pre tty w e ll a g ain. will be back in s ide of an hour." H e told Bob that h e had come around mu c h qui c k e r than Hopwood took the hint, and with a scowl departed. either h e or the doctor anticipated. In the l e tter Bob receive d .from his g uardian through Mr. He a s k e d some question s about H opwood but Bob said h e Hopwood the broker expres sed his surprise at learning didn't know anything about him except that h e had m et from bis bookk e eper that his ward bad l eft the office in a him occas ionall y out s id e of th e office. way that did not reflect cr e dit on him. / "I saw him l e aving the office to-day, about Cjle, with a Bob saw that Hopwood had thrown the entire blame of grip in his hand, as if h e was going out of town to s p e nd the mis understanding on his s hould e rs, so he wrot e an anSunday somewhere." s wer at once explaining the situation from his standpoint. "Did you speak to him?" He furth e rmore told Mr Bi s l a nd that h e wa doing "I did not. W e don t hold any communication wbatmuch b e tter for himself on hi s own hook for in one deal in ever." mining stock he had cle ar e d n e arly $GO,OOO profit. "We ll, what about yomself? I und e r s t a nd tha t you have Bob put in the rest of the week and the n ext one at the rented an office for yourself on the sixth floor, and that you Exchange, but saw nothing in th e way of a d eal that athave taken Miss Kitridge away from m y office." tracted him. "I didn't take her awa y She l eft of h e r own a c c ord." Dick spent most of hi s tim e hu s tling for work for Mabe l "But she s in your offic e." and h e s e cur e d enou g h t o occupy a portion of h e r tim e and "I know she i s Sh e s gone into bus iness as a publi c bring her in sufficient remuneration to mak e up a littl e ste nograph e r and I have l e t h e r hav e desk-room in m y more than the amount she bad b een rec e iving from Mr. plac e She didn t care to work for Hopwood any mor e Bisland. than I did." About the middle 0 the followin g week Bob notic e d that "According to the letter r r e c e ived from you y ou s eem a certain stock was going up in th e mark e t. to b e doing welP' It was attracting considerabl e atte ntion from the trad"I'm getting on first-rate. I mad e $1 2 5 000 on L. & T ers, and it was changing hands in large quantities. a short time ago." The name of the stock was L. & T., and it was going :Mr. Bisland looked at him in astoni s hm e nt. at 60. '"fwo months ago you wrote me that you mad e $58 000 Bob bought 5 000 s hares of it on margin and 5,000 on Silr e r C reek minin g s tock. Y o u mu s t have h ad some more at 62. capital to operate with. I can't understand wher e you got Next day he purchas e d a third 5,000 at 63. it from." On the following Monday it was up to 70 and a fraction, Bob then told him that h e had comme nced to spe culat e and the boy stock broker sold out the three lots. more than a y e ar ago on $50 that h e s aved up in on e way This gave him a profit of $125,000 on the deal, and raised or another. his capital to something over a quart e r of a million. A couple of lucky deal s turne d thi s into $500. An hour after he sold out the pri c e dropped six points Bob then rehearsed the variou s deals h e had b e en in under a bear attack, and it never fully recovered the figure since, the most important of which, prior to hi s l e aving that Bob got for it. the office, being 0. & N., the stock on which h e had given "It i s c ertainl y better to be born lucky than rich," he Mr Bisland the tip. said to Mabe l, after he had close d out the speculation. "I "I had $76 000 in cold cas h whe n Hopwood and I ell hope to be a millionaire by the tim e we are ready to g e t out," went on th e boy sto c k broker "and I starte d out for married." myself on th e stre ngth of that. Now aft e r three month s Both Bob and Dick saw Gas s ett hanging around the exp e ri e nce, I have accumulat e d $260 000 altogether. C an Wall Stre e t di s trict with hi s hands in his pocket which you find any fault with that?" was pretty air e vid e nce th a t th e margin c lerk had not Mr. Bisland was obliged to admit that Bob had d o ne succeeded in catching on to another pos ition. extraordinarily well. Hopwood often m e t Bob in the elevator or in the cor"The next deal you go into may re sult in you getting ridor, but never spoke to him thougp he regarded him with completely cle aned out if you took r e ckless chance s," he a sneering, sarca s tic expr e s s ion. said. "The bes t thing you can do i s to come ba c k to my Mr. Bisland 's bu s ine s s was not g e tting on very swim-office, not as errand boy, but as a cle rk, and l earn the bu s i mingly und e r his manag e ment, and the broker wrote some nes s properly. I will inve s t your moi;ie y to good ad v ant age, very pointed letters to his bookkeeper about it. and when you reach your majority you will b e a w e alth y One Saturday when Bob, Dick and Mabel were going young man." to lunch together after the office had closed for the da y "I'd prefer to let things run on as they are goin g I ca n they saw Hopwood coming out of Mr. Bisland's office with take care of both my mon e y and my s elf. At an y rate, I've a grip in his hand. shown my ability to do so." He looked as if he was going on a trip somewhere. "But as your legal guardian I have some sa y in the m atThey paid no attention to him, however, and he took the ter," said Mr. Bisland. elevfl,tor down ahead of them "I wouldn't advise you to interfere with me. I have Bob took Mabel home and stayed to tea with her'. mapped out my own road and I'm going to follow it. If

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A BOY STOCK BROKER. 25 you made a kick to the court I'd hire a first-class lawyer and I "You won't attempt to retain it till I'm twenty-one, as fight your claim. If the judge learned that once on a time I you perhaps have a legal right to do?" you were about to raise money on my stock without the "No," replied Mr Bisland, "I will return it to you in knowledge or consent of the court you might find it hard ten days." to offer a satisfactory explanation." "All right," replied Bob, "I'll let you have the money; "Your word wouldn't count against mine aIJ.d my wife's." but as a of business I want your note for it." "I don't think it would be healthy for you to submit to The broker made out the note and Bob let him have the the cross-examination of a smart lawyer. I might not be money without security able to prove anything, but I'll bet I could raise a doubt Bob had been ii:dvertising in the financial papers ever as to your reliability as a guardian. I think you will :find since he opened up, but without results. it more satisfactory to let matters stand as they are. The One morning, however, he received two orders from out money I have already made is in a safe place, where even of-town people to buy stock for them, and they enclosed the court couldn't locate it if it was awarded to you. I bank drafts. did a good turn when I gave you that tip on which you He turned the drafts and the orders in to Bisland admitted to me that you made a good profit. I .might do to execute for him, with, the understanding that he was to the same thing again if you treated me white." get a rake-off on the commission. Mr. Bisland said nothing more, and soon after he and After that Bob began to receive orders almost every day his wife retired for the night. by mail, and these orders he had put through to the satis: When the broker reached his office Monday morning Hop faction of his clients, who all seemed to have good luck: wood had not yet made his appearance. The result was, he not only retained his first customers, Mr. Bisland opened his safe, took out his books and but got quite a number of others through their recommen looked them over. elation His bank-book showed no recent deposits, and he began It was about this time that an elderly broker, for whom to have suspicions. Bob hacl done several favors, and who had taken a great He found that considerable business had been transacted likip.g for the boy, came into his office and told him about during the previous week, t}lat warranted the supposition a syndicate of brokers that was being organized to b oom that quite. a sum of money had been taken in by Hopwood. D. & G. railroad stock. When he examined his cash-book he saw that severa l "I have made a thorough investigation 0 the thing," pages had been torn out of it, and his ledger showed erasures said the broker, "and on the strength of it I have loaded up and alterations. with the stock at rock bottom figures. I came over to put Ey one o'clock he had found out enough to satisfy him you wise so that you can get in on the ground floor your that his trusted bookkeeper was a defaulter, and had evi self." dently fled with his plunder. "I'm much obliged to Mr Grey. I can depend on. The broker notified the police, and asked them to try and your word that the tip is a sure winner?" trace Hopwood. "You can. D & G. is now as low as 75. It is liable to /in expert accountant was called in, and his examination go to par. I would advise you, however, to sell out around of the books showed that the crooked bookkeeper had gotten 95. It is not always well to hang out for the last dollar." away with some $40,000. Broke r Grey told him the names of the men who were The first that Bob lmew of his guardian's loss was a in the 'syndicate, and they were all well known capita li sts story in the paper telling about Hopwoocl's misdeeds worth a million or more each "I might have expected that Hopwood would turn out Bob would have liked to have given the order to buy the crooked," he said to Mabel, after showing her the article stock to Mr. Bisland, but did not deem it prudent to do so. in the paper. "He's just that kind .of individual." He went to :five different brokerage houses and left an "I'll bet Gassett would have clone the same thing if he order for 5,000 shares with each. had the cha:g.ce," said Dick, when he heard about the Several days passed before D. & G. began to attract atten matter. "He isn't a bit better than Hopwood tion on the Exchange, but ivhen it did a crowd of brokeri> Mr. Bisland hired a new bookkeeper and cashier and immediatelY. showed great eagerness to get hold of it, which placed the defalcation of his late employee to profit and loss. had the effect of sending the price up to 80 right off. Hopwood was subsequently discovered in Chicago, arNobody seemed to know if there was a syndicate behind it rested and brought back to New York, where he was tried, or not. corivicted and sent up to Sing Sing for a term of years. Brokers came on the floor with their pockets :filled with CHAP'rER XVI. CONCLUSION. Mr. Bisland took no action to compel. Bob to do as he wished him to, and B'ob continued to live with him and pay Mrs. Bisland $5 per week as before One day Mr. Bisland called on Bob and asked him to loan him $50,000, as he needed it in his business "Do I get it back again?" asked the boy stock broker Certainly, you will." orders f01 the purchase of the stock, and their efforts to secure the little that came out sent the price up another five points. ::\'.!any brokers who had bought around 76 up to 80 began, to let their holdings out, and the lambs got the bulk of it. On the second day of the excitement the price went t o 92, and there was lots of unloading and just as many crazy t o buy even rit the advanced figure lrhe stock was still s mewhat scarce, for the syndicate was aiming to unload a ar, and would not let any of its holdings out u nder that.

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26 A BOY STOCK BROKER. So the battle was fought by the brokers who wanted the stock, wilh an occasional boost from lhe traders who repre sented the pool. On the morning of the third day D. & G. rose to D5, and B,,ob ordered one of his brokers to let out the 5,000 shares h e h e l d in small l ots. It was greedi l y snapped at. A second lot of 5,000 was let out by another of his bro kers, and fetched 96. A third lot offered half an hour later brought 97 Raving realized more in profit off his three lots than he had had at stake altogether, Bob took his time about selling the remaining 10,000 shares. Finally he 1.et another 5,000 go at 99 and the last lot at 100. .Altogether, he made $560,000 on the deal, which in creased his working capital to $820,000. "This has been the biggest and most successful specula tion I ever was in," he told Mabei. "Just think of making over half a million at one swoop. I only need to make $180,000 more to become a millionaire." "Only $180,000," she laughed "W11y, Bob, you talk of thousands as some boys would of nickels." "Oh, I'm not a boy any more I'm almost a man. Next month I'll be nineteen. I'll be growing a mustache, first thing you know." "I hope not," she replied. "I prefer you to have a smooth face. You l ook much better that way, in my opinion." "Row can you tell that when you've never seen me with a mustache?" laughed Bob "Oh, I can imagine how you would look with one," she replied "I've heard that most girls prefer iheir steady company to have a mustache, as it tickles their lips when he kisses them "What nonsense!" cried Mabel. "Who ever told you that?" O h, that's my idea," chuckled the young stock broker. when the ten days of his loan had expired Mr. Bisland came into Bob's office and returned him the $50,000. "Thanks," replied the boy. you want an other loan just drop in and if my boodle is not tied up you shall have it." "Rave you been making any more money lately?" asked his guardian "Yes, a little. Why do you ask?" "I heard that you were in on the rise in D. G." "Who told you that?" -"Broker Sweet He told me that he bought 5,000 shares for you on margin at 75 and that you held on to it till it reached par, making $125,000." "He told you that, eh? Well, if he did I'm not going to try to make him out a liar. "You must be worth over $300,000 by this time." "Yes, I guess I could lose that much and still have half a million left." Mr Bisland stared at his one-time errand boy as if he believed that Bob was kidding him, but the young stock b r oker maintained a solemn countenance. The trader made no remark, ly got up and saying good-day returned to his own office. Bob laughed and turned his attention to business. It might have been a month later that he noticed an ad vance in Southern Railway It went up five points in two days. Rob thought he'd Lake a flyer on it, and s.o he went to certain broker and ordered the purchase of 10,000 shares at the ruling price, which was 82. Re bought on margin, as usual. It took the broker some little time Lo secure the entire numbel' of shares, as the syndicate at the back of Southern Railway had been quietly buying up the stock for many days on the quiet, in the expeclation of effecting a corner. It was impossible to get more than a part of the shares at the market :flgure, and so Bob authorized his broker to give as high as 83 1-2 for some of them .Altogether they stood him in 83. Two days later the price had gone up to 85. Bob watched it carefully, for he did not know whether a syndicate was boosting it or not. When it reached 90 he ordered it sold, and it went at 90 1-2. That gave him a profit of about $75,000. Some we<:;ks later he went into K. & P. on a hp from Broker Grey, and he cleared up enough to make him a mil lionaire with a few U10usand over. By this time he had acquired riuite a number of cus tomers, and he took laxger quarters on the floor below and hired a general clerk to supervise his business. Dick Hatch was having an easy time of it as messenger, and his wages were raised to $10 Besides, Bob loaned him $1,000 to put up on a good rising stock netted him a profit of $1,200, and gave him a start that he afterward improved When Bob reached his twenty-first year, Mr. Bisland turned over to him his Michigan Central stock and all un expended interest; also the $10,000 ill the bank with in terest. By that time Bob was worth a million and a half. Then he concluded that it was time to get married, and as Mabel thought so, too, it wasn't long oefore a minister tied the marital knot that made them one. After having got married and ca t his first vote at the en suing election, Bob ceased to consider himself a boy stock broker any longer. Though he is now doing a large business in a splendid suite of offices, Bob is of the opinion that the finest part of his life was those months when he was working his way from Errand Boy to Millionaire. THE END. Read "FACING THE WORLD; OR, A POOR BOY'S FIGHT FOR FORTUNE," which will be the next number (139) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot o btain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money o r postag e stamps by mail to FRANK T OUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, an d y ou w ill rece iv e the copies you o r der by re turn mail.

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 2'1 Fame -and Fortune Weekly NEW YORK, MAY 22, 1"908. Terms to Subscribers. .Single Coples ............. .............. ............... gne Three Months ......................... ....... o:: :::::::::::: ::. :: : : :: : : Postage Free. How To SEND MONEY. .05 Cents .65 $1.25 2.50 send P. 0. Money Order, Check, or Registered Letter; re mittances many other way are at your risk. 1.Ve accept Postage Stampe the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the coin in a separate piece ot paper to avoid cutting the envelope. Write 11our name and address plainl11. Address letten to Frank Tousey, Publisher, 2-4 Union Sq., New York. GOOD STORIES. General Palma is living a quiet, secluded life on his unpretentious country estate at Bayamo. He takes no interest in politics, but devotes himself to the simple affairs of rural life. His chief pleasure is in teaching a little band of his neighbors' children to read and write, and he devotes two or three hours a day to that task, while at night he gives instruction to a class composed of his farm laborers. He was a school teacher for a great part of his life, an' d in his latter days finds satisfaction in his old profession. As showing that athletic activity does not, of necessity, interfere greatly with the more serious lines of college work, it may be mentioned that among the eight young men just chosen at Bowdoin College, by .competition, from a large number, as principals and alternates in the annual Bradbury prize debate, there are the captain of the track team, the college tennis champion, a member of last spring's championship nine, the manager of the track team, and a football man. Six of the ei:ght are prominently connected with the athletic work of the college. It is not known just how long mosquitoes canlive, but their average life is much longer thart is ordinarily supposed. Thou sands of them live through winter, hibernating or asleep in dark places in barns or house cellars. In sparsely settled lo calities, where they cannot find such places for shelter, they live through the winter in hollow trees; and even though the temperature may fall far below freezing, they are not winter killed, but on the approach of warm weather become active again. Mosquitoes are frequently seen flying about in the woods before the snow has wholly left the ground. The practice of constructing breakwaters and the submerged parts of piers, with concrete inclosed in bags, has been largely developed in Scotland. The concrete is prepared as near as possible to tlie place where it is to be used. It is inclosed in bags to protect it temporarily from the effects of contact with the sea water while it is lowered into place. The bags are placed in a box suspended directly over the spot where they are to lie. The touching of a trigger opens the box, and allows a bag to drop out. A line of bags having been deposited, the longer axis of each bag in the next series is so arranged that the meeting edges of two of the bags in the lower row will be covered. Thus a regular wall is built up, and as the concrete hardens it becomes solid and immovable. About a century ago an artist named Cranch was standing, one day, in front of a fire in bis home at Axminster. Over the fireplace was an oaken mantelpiece, and it occurred to Cranch that this expanse of wood might be improved by a lit tle ornamen.tation. He picked up the poker, heated it red-hot, and began to sketch in a bold desig_n. The result pleased him so much that he elaborated his work, and ,began to attempt other fir.e pictures on panels of wood. These met with a ready sale, and Cranch soon gave all his time to his new art. This was the beginning of what is now known as pyrography. The poker artist o.f to-day uses many different shaped tools, and has a special furnace in which they are kept heated. The art has been elaborated greatly. The knots, curls, and fibers of the wood are often worked into the design, and delicate tinting produced by scorching the panel The earth contains an abundance of water, even in pJaces like some of our great Western plateaus, where the surface is comparatively arid. The greatest depth at which underground water can exist is estimated to be about six miles. Below that, it is believed, the cavities and pores of the rock are completely closed. The amount of water in the earth's crust is reckoned at nearly one-third of that contained in tlte oceans, so that it would cover the whole surface of the globe to a depth of from three to three thousand five hundred feet. The waters underground flow horizontally after sinking below the unsaturated zone of the rocks, but in the sands of the Dakota formation, which supply remarkable artesian wells, the mo tion does not exceed one or two miles a year. The underflow toward the sea beneath the great plains may sometimes take the form of broad streams or moving sheets of water, but the movement is excessively slow. JOKES AND JESTS. "How did W!gins manage to get a reputation for being so wise?" "By confining himself to two words. He waits until one of bis superiors expresses an opinion, and then says, 'That's so.' Miss Creech-What sort of songs do you like best, Mr. Payne? Mr. Payne--The songs of the seventeenth century. "How odd! Why do y.ou prefer them?" "Because nobody ever sings them." "My boy will have to go out in the world to work for himself, but I want him to begin somewhere that will not lead him into a fast life when he grows up.'' "'!hen why not get him a job as a messenger boy?" Elderly-Persevere, my boy, persevere! There's only one way to accomplish your purpose, and that is to "stick to it." Youngley-But suppose your purpose is to remove a sheet of fly-paper that you've sat down upon accidentally? An old gentleman, rather portly, and clad in a somewhat youthful suit of light gray flannel, sat on a bench in the park, enjoying the spring day. "What's the matter, sonny?" he asked a small urchin, who lay on the grass just across the walk, and stared intently. "Why don't you go and play?" Don't wante r," the boy replied. "But it is not natural," the old g entleman insisted, .l'for a boy to be so quiet. Why don't you run about?" "Oh, I'm just waitin'," the little fellow an swered. "I'm just waitin' till you get up. A man painted that bench about fifteen minutes ago." A certain judge in Kentucky, by reason of bis bad temper, found considerable difficulty in controlling individuals in the courtroom. On one occasion there was an unusual disorder. At last the judge could stand it no longer. "It is impossible to aUow this persistent contempt of court!" exclaimed his honor, "and I shall be forced to go to the extreme length of taking the one step that will stop it." There followed a long silence in the court. Finally, one of the leading counsel arose and, without the suspicion of a smile, asked: "If it please your honor, on what date will your resignation take effect?"

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28 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. CAST UP BY THE WAVES By Paul Braddon. In no other profession is there such an opportunity for veri fying the truth of the old adage that "Truth is stranger than fiction." I am led to this remark as I look over an old journal of mine, and recall the circumstances of a case I here find briefly mentioned. The facts of the case are as follnws: One day, early in the month of November, I was called upon by an old man whose appearance proclaimed him one of those sturdy and honest and honorable veterans who have earned a competence by hard labor on a farm, enabling them to spend the later years of life in comfort. I asketl him what it was in my power to do for him. There was a sad ring in his tone as he answered: "I don't know as it is in your power to do anything for me, sir, but I'd like you to try." "You have a case and want my services?" "I do." "What is its nature?" "My son is in trouble, sir." "Ah! What has he done?" "Nothing, sir. At least he says so, and I'm going 'to believe it until they prove otherwise." This was said in a tone in which there was a trace of stub bornness. It made me admire the old man all the more. "What is your name, and where do you live?" "My name is Lacy, and I live out on Long Island Sound-the Connecticut shore, sir. "Hem! Well, your son has oeen arrested?" "He has, sir., and is at this present minute in jail." "What is the Gharge against him?" "It's an awful one, sir-the worst that could be made against a man!" "Somebody was slain, then?" "Yes." "Who was it?" "Old Jabez Martinot. He was supposed to have some money in the house, and it is unquestionable that the person who killed him went there to get it. But my George had no great need of money-he certainly would not have stooped to steal ing any." "There must have been some evidence against him," I said kindly, for my sympathies had gone out to the grieved old man. "Yes," he admitted, "there was evidence against him. Old Martinot's nearest neighbor testified to having seen George come out of the house after eleven o'clock." "Ah! He recognized him positively?" "He said so." "Did he claim to have spoken with George?" "He said at the coroner's inquest that he had called George by name but had not got any answer. He thought it queer at the time, for George is not one to refuse to pass the time of day, but he said it was easily understood, in view of what came to light the next morning." "He feels certain, then, that it was your son?" "He does." "Is the belief an honest one?" "Yes," with a sigh. "I wouldn't say to the contrary, for I've always found Hiram Brown a man fair and square in all the transactions I've eve. had with him." "How did he know the person was your son?" "He knew him by his overcoat." "By his overcoat? It was in some way peculiar, then?" "Yes. It was a very long ulster-the longest around the town-and it was trimmed with fur." "Could Brown see these details?" "Yes. There was a moon that night, and it would have been almost as light as day only for the scud that was drift ing." I now approached a vital point. I said, suggestively: "George has only to account for his whereabouts during a few hours to clear his skirts of all suspicion." The old man shook his head. "He can't do that," he said sadly. "Why not?" "Because he went to his room about eight o'clock, saying that he was tired, and nobody saw anything of him again until the next morning." "He was in the house; then, at eight that evening?" "Yes." "And to your best knowledge he did not leave his room dur ing the night?" "He did not." "But he could have gone out arid come in without your being aware of the fact?" "Yes." I asked him a number of other questions that may be im agined, but need not be repeated here. I obtained the details of the crime, on hearing which I said: "The overcoat by which your son was re cogn ized should bear some evidences of the deed committed while it was worn. is that coat clean and in good order?" The question brought out a reply I had not expected. "The coat," he said, "has been missing since that night." I did not tell the old man so, but instantly I thought that all his love and trust were misplaced. Why should the coat be missing if it were not that it bore tell-tale stains would have fastened the charge on the owner? "What are the facts of its disappearance?" I asked. "That's easily told; sir. When Georg e cai:;ie in to his supper that evening, after going to the post office, h e took off his coat and hung it on a peg in the out-kitchen-that's a rough sort of building, sir, that we put up a few years ago, since when we've been using the room that was the old kitchen for a dining room. In the morning the coat was gone from the p e g ." "Had somebody broken in?" "That warn't neces$ary. We ain't got any thieves up that way, and never have any fear of being robbed. We've never taken the trouble to put more nor a thumb-latch on the outside door -Of the kitchen." "Was anything else taken?" "Not as we ever discovered." It appeared quite plain to me, let the reason for the crime be what it might, that George was the guilty person. I frankly told the old man that there would be no good of my going to his town; that I could no t do anything. I would not grieve his honest heart by telling him what my convic tions were, and put it on the ground that what he had told me showed conclusively that there was no clew for me to fol low up to fasten the crime on anybody e ls e I told him he had best save his money and spend it on good lawyers at the time of trial. It would cost him a cou ple of hundred dollars, probably, for me to go with him. "Take all I've got," he said, with his aged eyes filling with tears. "All I ask is that you'll prove George didn't do that awful thing! And I know he didn't! You must go! Detect ing people is your business, and you'll see many things, maybe, that I can't explain to you, when you're on the ground." I could not refuse the prayer the old man made. He went' home comforted with the pledg e that I would visit the town within three days. Truth told, I was a. passenger by the same train that took him out of New York. In appearance I was a man as old as himself, and he did not recognize me, although we came face to face in the depot and on the cars. When we left the train it was necessary to take a stage ride of five miles to town down by the shore where Lacy lived. We rode together in the stage, .our very knees touching, and he did not guess my identity. Stopping at the village hotel, it did not take me long to learn all the details of the tragedy. They were, in general, exactly as Lacy had relate d them to me. 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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. however, the inhabitants believed that he had murdered old Jabez, although they said they could not understand how he could do such a thing. The general remark was that it was totally unlike what might be expected of George Lacy. This good feeling toward the accused murderer created the first feeling of sympathy with him personally. I began to question if some combination of circumstances might not have thrown on him the onus of a crime with which he had abso lutely no connection. But there was the missing overcoat! What of that? My reflections in the matter were voiced by one bar-room lounger He said: "If George could show that coat I wouldn't believe, right or wrong, that he had done it. But he can't. It's gone. He says it was stolen from their kitchen-but show me a man around here who's so much as lost a chicken in five years! You can't! Is it likely, then, that a thief turned up for the express purpose of stealing George's coat?" It was a knock-down argument. "It's rather tough on Lucy," said another. "They were to have been married next month, you know-on Christmas Day, I've been told." "It is too bad, for a fact. I say!-whatever has become of Lucy's brother, Dan? I've heard he was leading a tough life in the city.'' "I guess he turned out a bad one. Nobody around here knows anything about him, so far as I am aware. But have you noticed one thihg-that Lucy is out on the beach all day long, rain or shine? My woman noticed it, and she got the notion into her head that Lucy's trouble had sort of--" The speaker paused and tapped his forehead significantly. Curiosity to see something of this Lucy led my steps toward the beach the next morning. The bea-ch was a narrow strip of sand backed up by rocks at points, while at others frowning precipices rose sheer up toward heaven. I soon met a girl. That it was the Lucy referred to I had no doubt. A more melancholy and distressed face I don't ever remember having seen. I saw, and had been watching her for some time before she became aware of my presence. I noticed that, as she walked, she was scanning the sand with sharpest scrutiny, and the expression of her face said that she hoped, yet dreaded, to have some object meet her view. If this were madness, instead of knowledge, then I was a poor reader of human nature. Suddenly I saw her halt. She reeled for a second, then pressed her hand to her forehead. I hastened forward. She was standing a little back of a fringe of rocks, looking with horrified eyes toward the strip of sandy beach below her. She turned as I drew so near that she could not fail to hear my footsteps, and in an excited voice cried: "There!-there!-get that bundle!-quick! before the waves carry it out again!" She waved her hand toward the sand below. I took a look, then leaped the rocks with a nimbleness not comporting with my assumed age. It was an ulster trimmed with fur! It flashed across my mind that this was what she had expect ed to discover in these daily ramblings up and down the beach that had attracted the attention of at least one person. And-if this were true-then she had some special informa tion in regard to the murder of old Jabez Martinot! "Young lady," I said sharply, "I am a detective! What do you know about this coat? Who threw it in the water yonder?" She sank on the rocks with a muflled cry of agony. "It was my brother!" she gasped, at last. "He has not been a good boy-he came home on the night of the crime, and left the house about ten o'clock. It little after eleven when he came back. He stayed for only a "Tew minutes, and then left, with a curse for me on his lip:il. Standing at the window, I watched him go-it was moonlight that night-and I S_!)-W him roll up something and go toward the beach. A presentiment of something wrong came so strongly over me that I followed him. I saw him fling something far out in the water, weighted by a rock, I knew from the way it splashed. And now the waves have cast it at my feet, and--" She did not finish. Had she done so, it would have been to add: "And prove that he was guilty of taking that old man's life." 011 returning to the village I found a report current that Dan Silsby was dead. He had been run over by a locomotive, It was said. The scene of the accident was located at Buffalo. I visited the prosecuting attorney and exhibited the coat, and related Lucy's story. To my surprise, he refused to accept this as establishing George's innocence. "It is cleai to me," he said, "that the girl is willing to sac rifice her dead brother's name to save her guilty lover It was through fear that the coat would turn up as damning evi dence against George Lacy that l ed to her walking the beach. Had you not chanced to be there, the finding of the coat would never have been heard of." That was his opinion of it. Bail was refused, and George was kept prisoner until the day of trial. I went from the city to be present and hear the evidence given. Lucy testified to the fa9ts as told me, and also as to the finding of the bundled coat. The jury beard the testimony and found George Lacy guilty! They believed that he had committed the crime, and that Lucy was perjuring herself to save him. Even while they condemned the girl for committing penury, they appeared to admire her for the staunchness with which she stood by her lover, arrd one juryman muttered: "She'd 'a' made him a faithful wife." "Stand up, George Lacy, and hear sentence pronounced!" With face as white as the snow that covered the landscape without this bleak December day, George Lacy stood up and faced the judge, who thus addressed him: "A word with the judge, please," and a man elbowed his way to the judge s station. "You must wait. I will not brook any interruption at this moment." "You must,'' was the firm response. The speaker handed a paper to the judge, who, angered at the man's audacity, yet look ed it over. He read to the end, while George Lacy stood there bef-Ore him, expectant, waiting with the assemblage to hear the dread words of the death sentence. The judge looked up at last, and his voice vibrated aS"'he said: "Georg e Lacy, it becomes my duty to pronounce sentence upon you. After a full, fair, impartial trial-as I do firmly believe-a jury of your fellow citizens have found you guilty of having caused the death of Jabez Martinot. The penalty attached to the crime of murder is death. I am happy to say that you are in no danger of thus suffering. A paper that I hold in my hand1 Is a dying confession of Dan Silsby, duly attested before a magistrate. In it he says that he came home that night, left there, came to your house, warmed himself at the fire in your kitchen stove, took your overcoat, and visiting the house of Jabez Martinot, there killed him, and later cast the coat into the waters of the Sound. The ways of Providence are inscrutable. You are a free man!" The audience could hardly grasp the situation for a minute, and then a cheer went up that their sympatl}ies being with George Lacy. And there was
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These Everything I .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA I Books Tell You Each book oonsists of sixty-four p a ges, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in ;J!l attractive, illustrated cover. ost o f the books are a l so profusely illustra ted, and all of the s ubjects tre11.ted upon are explaine d in such a simple manne r that aJ!Y Ail.I can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjedll mentlened THESE BOOKS ARE1FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY THREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE eENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SA.ME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, P u blisher, 24 Union Square, N .Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism ; also how to cure all kinds of di seases by animal magnetism, or, magneti c healing. By Prof. Le.:> Hugo Koch A. Q, S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. P ALMISTRY. No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracing all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with il lustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77 HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading conjurors and magicians Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMIS'l'RY.-Containi ng the most apMAGIC proved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and a fu ll explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. B7 of the also most popular magical illusions as performed by Leo Hugo Koch, A. O. S. Fully illustra ted. oui: magicians: every boy should obtain a copy of this book, HYPNOTISM. as it will both amuse and instruct. No. 8 3 HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and inNo._ 22 TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ sigh t structi ve information regarding the s c i e nce of hypnotism. Also explam e d bJ'. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how explai ni n g the mo s t approve d methods whi c h are emplo ye d by the the secret dialogues were carried on between the magi cian and the lee.d ing hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch A.C.S. boy on the stage: a l so giving all the codes and signals. The onl y authe n t ic explanation of second sight. SPORTING. No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Contain.ing the No. 2 1. HOW T O HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete <;>f illusions ev e r placed before the hunHng and fis hing guide eve r published It contains full in-pub hc Al s o tric ks with cards. m cantations, etc etructions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEl\IICAL 'l'IUCKS.--Containing ove r together with d e scriptions of game and fish. one hundre d highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals No. 26 HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully By A. And e rson. Handsomely illustrateJ. illustrated. Every boy should know how to row arid sail a b oat. No.-69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing ove r Full instructions are giv e n in this little book, together with inof the latest and best tricks used by magi c ians. Also oontain etructions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. mg _the secret of second sight. illustrated. By A Anderso n. No. 4 7 HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.. No._ 70. HOW ';I'O MAKE MAGIO TOYS.-Containing fu ll A comp lete treatise on the horse. Describing the most useful hors e s dire c tions for makmg Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds B y for b u siness, the best horses fo r the road ; also valuable recipes for A. And e rson Fully illustrnted. disea ses pecti liar to the horse. No. 73 .. HOW_ TO J:?O TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy many curious tricks with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. book for boys, containing full directi ons for constructing canoes Ander s on. Fully illustrate d. and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. No. 7 5. HO"\Y TO A CONJUROR. Containing By c. Stan sfield Hicks. tricks with Dommos, Dice, Cups anJ Balls, Rats etc Embracing thirty-s ix illustrations. By A. And e rson. F O RTUNE TELLING. No. 78. TO DO THE .BLACK ART.-Containing a com. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK.pl ete des c 1 1pt10n of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand the great orac le of human de stiny ; also the true meant o geth e r with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson'. in g of almost any kind of dreams, toge t h e r with charms, ceremoni es Illustrated, and curious games of cards. A c o mpl e t e book. 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No. 76 HOW TO '.rELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.-. 57. HOW TO MAKE C ontaining rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lines of the hand, directions how to a B!1nJO, V101m, Zither, ./Eoh_an Harp! Xylo or the s ecret of palmistry. Al s o the s ecre t of telling future ev ents J and othe r musi cal mstt:umei:its; together a de by a i d of moles, marks scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anders on. s cuption. of nearly ev ery musi cal mstrument used m o r mod ern times. Profusely Illu stra ted. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald A THLETIC. for tw enty y ears bar:dmaster of the Royal Bengal Marine s. No. 6. HOW T O BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full inNo. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing IBtruction for the u s e of dumb bells, Indian clubs, parallel bars, a d escription of the lante rn, together with its history and invention. horizonta l bars and various other methods of developing a good, Al s o full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely h e althy muscle ; containing over sixty illustrations. Every boy can illustrated. By John All e n. be come strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Containinc in th i s littl e b o ok complete instructions for p erforming over sixty Mechanical Tricks. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defense made easy. By A. Anderso n Fully illustrated. Containing over thirty illu strations of guards, blows, and the differ ent pos i tions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of these u sefu l and instructive books, as it will teach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25 HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.--Containfng full Instru ctions for all kinds of g ymnastic sports and athletic exercises Embrac ing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. A bandy and useful book. No. 34. HOW ro FENCE.--Containing fu ll instruction for fen c i ng and the use of the broadsword; also instruction in archery. Described with twe nty-one practical illustrations, g i v ing the best positio n s in fenc i ng. A complete book. TRICK S WITH C ARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRIO.KS WITH &![planations of t'he general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable t;o card tricks; o f card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring eleight-of-hand; o f t r icks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use o f 119Cially prepared cards Ba. Prof essor H a lfn er. Illustrat ed LETTER WRITING. Nd. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-Ll!)TTERS.-A mMt com plete little book, containing full direc tions for writing love -letters, and when to u s e them, giving specimen t etters for young and old. No. 12. HOW. TO WRITE LE'l'TERS TO LADIES.-Giving complete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; also letters of introduction. notes and requ ests. No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN. Containing full directions for wri t ing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample letters for instruc tion. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LE'l'TERS.-A wonderful little book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, emI>loyer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish .to write t:\t. Every young man and every youn g lady in t he land should have this book No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject; a lso rules for punc tuation and com position, witll speci me n l etters.

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