## Facing the world, or, A poor boy's fight for fortune

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Facing the world, or, A poor boy's fight for fortune
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. \::::U I C:/ //n). ::::::::-:::::: ... ;:.... .. While two of the tramps busied themselves emptying Joe Benton's valise, the thin ruftlan com pelled the boy to exchange clothes with him, and the stout rascal appropriated his derby. "Now skip!" cried the latter menacingly, pointing down the road.

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FACING THE WORLD. g He found that his father was still asleep, and yet igno-He saw that his father expected him to take oath that rant of his wife's death. he (Benton) was in bed at the cottage at the hour the fire What he would say or do when he learned the truth, Joe occurrrd, and the boy knew that he couldn't swear to a lie had not the 8lightest idea, but could only hope that he evc11. to save his father, much as he des i red to shie l d him would behave himself, for the time being, at l east. from the consequences 0 the crime He had some fear, alter what Job Ralston had said about Benton was taken to t!10 lock-up, and an hour or two there Leing evidence against his .father, that his parent later was brought up for examination before Justice Cox. might be taken into custody at any moment. The magistrate's office was crowded with curiously dis-He tried to comfort himself with the re'flcction that Job posed villagers, who were more or less i nclined to believe had been merely bluffing, for though he :felt certain that the
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FACING THE WORLD. 11 present unsavory outfit, but he was so desperately hqngry that he could not resist the temptation. So be made liis way across a barren field to the yard surrounded by barns and outhouses, and was aiming for the back door, when he was suddenly con.fronted by the watch-dog, who was loose. The animal looked ugly, and seemed inclined to spring at him, so Joe stopped, undecided whether to advance or retreat, either of which movements was likely to be attended with danger. While facing this dilemma the kitchen door was opened and a pretty young girl stepped out into the yard with a shallow pan in her hand. "Here, Tige she called. "Come here, good boy Tige Tige Where are you?" 'rhe animal, who was accustomed to answer the first wund of his young mistress's voice, was unresponsive now. His whole attention was concentrated on Joe, whom he regarded with suspicion and enmity. "Here, Tige Tige !" called the girl, as she advanced into the yard. "Where--" She stopped suddenly on seeing the trampish figure of the boy standing at bay near the carriage house, with Tige crouching before him, within springing distanpe, in a menacing way. I "Who's there?" she asked, feeling as if she wanted to draw back, yet conscious that she was safe in the presence of the dog. "Will you call the dog off, please?" asked Joe, pleadingly. 'I'he intruder's voice did not seem to fit well with his wretched-looking attire. It was not the voice of a rough, uncultured boy. There was an honest, manly ring to it that impressed the girl favorably. She walked right up beside the dog, who began to growl and exhibit unmistakable signs of uneasiness at the pres ence of his mistress. "Stop, !" she said sharply, and the animal sub sided, but his watchful eyes never left the boy for an in stant. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asked Joe, in a tone that was not unfriendly. "My name is Joe Benton, miss. I am walking from the village of Glenwood, Blank County, to Buffalo." "Bu:ffalol" she ejaculated. "That's some distance from here." ''Yes, miss. This afternoon I was waylaid by four tramps along the road. They robbed me of my valise, containing the little money and few things I possessed, and one of them compelled me to exchange clothes with him. I know I look like a wreck, but I can't help it. I am tired and almost starving. I would like to get something to cat. If you will let me have it I'll go back to the wood and sleep there until morning, when I will keep on to the place I saw somewhere ahead when I left the road." There was a note of :::incerity and forlorn appeal in Joe's rnice that touched the girl. She walked up closer to the boy, the dog following, with a growl of displeasure at what he probably considered her temerity. The girl studied Joe's face a moment in the moonlight. What she saw there convinced her that he spoke the truth-..that he was an honest, needy boy, whose necessi ties it were a cha'J:ity to relieve. "Come with me," she said. "You shall have all you ran e:i,t. Here, Tige," turning to the dog, "are a few dainties for you." She placed the pan on the ground, under the animal's nose, but 'l'ige disregarded the delicacies and followed the girl and Joe as far as the kitchen door; then, considering that he had performed his duty as far as he was able, he returned to the pan. The girl led Joe i:ato the kitchen, and gave some instruc tions to the cook, after which she disappeared. The cook placed a bountiful supply of meat, bread, and other edibles, before the wanderer, and he ate like a starved boy. He learned that the young lady's name was Grace Fuller, and that she was the daughter of the owner of the house, who was president of the Corinth Bank, in the adjacent town. Mr. Fuller and his wife had been unexpectedly called away that afternoon to the home of Mrs. Fuller's sister, in the town of Tamrack, fifteen miles away, who was ill, leaVing the house in charge of Grace, the gardener-coachman, and three women servants. After Joe had eaten as much as he wanted, Miss Grac Q reappeared and had a talk with him. She was so satisfied that he was an honest, deserving boy that she gave him a $10 bill with which to purchase a cheap suit in town on the morrow and help him on his way. Then she called the gardener and told him to provide Joe with sleeping quarters in the barn for the night, and instructed the cook to give him his breakfast in the morn ing. Joe expressed his gratitude tp the yolmg lady, bade her good-night, and followed the gardener to the barn. "You can turn in on that pile of hay," said the gardener, pointing at a hillock on the ground floor, under a barred open window overlooking the field in the rear. "I'll have to lock you in, but the door will be open at six o'clock in the morning, which will be time enough for you, as the cook won't be ready to give you your breakfast before seven." The man >vithdrew; then the boy threw himself upo n the pile of hay and was asleep in five minutes. CHAPTER VII. '.A STARTLING DISCOVERY. About two in the morning Joe awoke with a start. He had had an unpleasant dream, in which the fou r tramps who waylaid 11im prominently. He thought they were trying to break into a room where he was sle e ping, and tltc s e nsation was not a pleasant one. "So it was only a dream/' he muttered, sitting up and wiping the perspiration from his forehead "It was awfully real. I could see the fat follow and the thin chap looking in at the window, with the moonlight shining on their faces. They looked ugly enough to commit murder, almost. It's funny that I should have sueh a realistic dream about them; but I suppose it was because they did me up in such a sharp way. I'm glad it was only a dream. I don't want to meet those chaps again." PAGE 13 12 FACING THE WORLD. At that moment he fancied that he heard voices outside t he barred wind .ow. He listened intently, and in a moment or two was certain he heard the low tones of two or more men who ap p eared to be standing under the window. "Who can that be?" breathed Joe uneasily "I wonder what t.imo it is?" There was a small step-ladder standing near by. He left the hay, moved the step-ladder directly under the window, and was about to mount it when he heard a scraping sound against the side of the barn, and presently the ray;; of moonlight shining through the window were partially obscured by a dark pbject. Joe looked up and saw the wicked-looking countenance of the stout tramp pressed sgainst the bars, evidently investi gating the interior of the barn. '.rhe boy's heart nearly stopped heating, for the situation was almost a counterpart of his dream It gave him quite a shodc to see that ruffian's face gazing in through the bars, which, however, looked solid enough to keep such a rascal on the other side Joe stood back in. the shadows, where he couldn't very well be seen by the man at the window, but, nevertheless, he dicln t feel easy until the face was withdrawn, and he heard the scraping sound again as he dropped back to the ground. The boy waited to see if any other face would appear at t he window, and :finding that none did, he crept up the l adder and peered out Right under the opening stood the our tramps who had held him up T hey were talking together, and Joe gathered froi:n their c o n versation that they were :figuring on breaking into the mansion close by and securing such p l under as they could g et their hands on "'l'he rascals!" said the boy to himself. "Something must be done to prevent them carrying out their project. It's lucky I've got on to their purpose. The question is, how am I to get out of this barn in order to warn the people in the hous .e, for I'm locked in, and the bars across t his window keep me in as effectually as they keep any one on the outside from breaking in? It's my duty to see if I can't do something, for :M:iss Fuller has heen very kind to me, and the least I can do is to make an effort to save her fathers property While Joe was considering the situation a :fifth man ap peared on scene. He came from the direction of the house. He was a tall, well built fellow, wjth bushy As the moonlight shone in his ace Joe gave a start of s u rprise. He recognized him as Ike Horton, the man who had m ade a drunkard of his father. The other ruffians were waiting for him, for they gathered about him as soon as he came up. ''Well, Ike," asked the stout man, "what did yer find out?'' "All I wanted to know The windows on the ground floor are all protected by steel shutters, barred on the in side. \Ve haven't the tools to force them." "How al1out the doors? Don't you think a jimmy will whist l e the back one open?" "Easily; but I'm thinkin' we'll find an iron one on the other side, juclging by the shutters." Then we'll have to hunt up a ladder, or find something else that will give us a chance at one of the second-story windows," gr9wled the stout man. "No ; there's a better and easier way of gettin' in than that," replied Horton. "Let's hear about it, then." "The bars protectin' one of the cellar windows are a bit loose in their sockets We can easily force them out. The window itself is not locked." "Good! But in any case a jimmy would force it in the twist of a lamb's tail." "The opening is large enough to the whole of u.s, one by one. Once mside, we'll have a clean sweep, un less the cellar door is of iron and heavily bolted. One of us can investigate that .first of all. If we can't get through it, then we'll have to try for a second-story window." "What hour is it' ?" asked the thin one, who wore Joe' s jacket and trowsers, though the latter were much too short for hhn. "About two," replied Horton. "Time we got down to busincsf," said the stout man. Horton, who1 appeared to be the leading spirit of the enterprise, nodded. "Cuss this moonshine!" rernarkccl the thin chap. "It shows a person up so. I'd like to put it out of business "The moon will be down before we're through with the job," said Horton. "Come on!" The five men walked ofl' around the barn, leaving Joe to figure out how he was going to get out of the building and put a stop to the rascals' game First of all. he tried the stout iron bars at his side. He did it because he knew in his heart that they were too solidly fixed to he removed by him. He right, and descended the step-ladder. Then he walked to the big door which the gardener had locked upon him 'l'he moonlight shone full upon the stout lock, and he knew that, too, was a barrier he could not pass Next he looked around in the semi-obscurity of the big room, and saw a stairway leading to the upper floor. Ile made his way up the stairs, and through the opening in the floor, into a dark loft. A thin ray of moonlight shone through a crack in one ::;i PAGE 14 FACING THE WORLD. 13 He saw .four of the ras ca ls squatting on the grass against all about the presence of the five rascals, and how they had the side of the building-two on either side of one of the forced their way into the mansion by way of one of the cdlar windows. cellar windows. Joe, after what he had heard Horton say, concluded that "The question is, how can the two of us put a spoke in this window ha PAGE 15 14 FACING THE WORLD. gathering up whatever they could find of value downstairs :M:uflled sounds came from the chamber in front oi it. that they could carry away. Joe opened a door in that direction, and found himseli 1'he patlor was full of small articles of more or less in a handsome tiled hathroom. value, and these the five rascals :were making up into small 'fhere was a door opposite through which the sounds bundles for easy handling. came quite plainly to him. There WPre also many articles of fine plated ware in He knew the trouble was taking place in that room, and the dining-room that the burglars considered worth appronerving himself for the encounter he was about to face, priating, and many expensive knick-knacks in the sittinghe opened the door and walked in, revolver in hand. room. He was now in Grace Fuller's bedioom. They could see the dark figures of a couple of the rasThe girl was in bed, staring up, in a frightened way, cals crossing the wide and dimlylighted hall, from the into the masked face of the man with the bushy whiskers, sitting-room to the parlor, and back again. whom Joe knew to be Ike Horton. At length, after'bringing all the plunder they had col-He held a pointed ievolver at her head, while the thin lected in the parlor and li.brary into the sitting -room, three rascal, the one who wore Joe's clothes, was hastily rumof the chaps mounted the stairs as soft ly as shadows. maging the dresser for articles of value. "Now," said Joe, "can you reach the library through The pocket of his jacket was already full of jewelry and that door?" a handsome diamond-incrnsted watch and charm, which "If it isn't locked I can," answered the gardener. Grace had only lately received from her father as a birth"Try it. Be carefu l not to make any noi.se, for two of day present. the rascals are down here, probably busy with the collected Joe took in the situation at a glance, and without wast plunder in the sitting -room, the door of which on the hall ing a second in addressing the two cr6oks, he fired straight is open. The parlor door is probably open, too. Before at Horton's arm. you use the telephone sneak around and close .J;he door, or Simultaneously with tb.e stunning crack of the weapon the bell and what you say into the transmitter may reach Horton uttered a cry of pain, and his revolver dropped the ears of the two fellows down here." from his nerveless grasp on to the bed. "What are you going to do?" asked the gardener. Grace's terrified gaze wandered to the spot Joe "I'm going to stand watch here. If one or both of those stood, in all his ragged make-up, and she recognized the rascals shou ld come into the hall and start to enter the boy; but not for some moments did she comprehend that parlor again I'll hold them up." he had come her aid. The gardener softly crossed to the closed door of the The thin rascal turnea around, startled by the report library, tried the knob, and found that the door yielded of the gun in Joe's hands, and the cry uttered by his com-to his touch. panion. He disappeared inside, closing the door after him. Throw up your hanas, both of you!" cried the boy in As Joe stood by the hall entrance he could eas il y bear a aeterminecl tone, "or I'll put a ball into you!" i::ounds of low conversation and the rattle of articles being "Oh, Lor'!" gasped the thin crook. parked up in the sitting-room Horton uttered a fierce imprecation as he stood holding Suddenly a shriek rang out through the house. on to his wounded arm. "My gracious!" exclaimed Joe. "That mu s t be Miss "Pick up that revolver, Miss Fuller," said Joe, "and Fuller. She's been aroused by those rascals upstairs, and cover one of those chaps ." the y may do her an injury." The girl seemed too clazecl, or too much frightened, to A second cry, but a muffled one, followed, and Joe feared obey. they had got hold of the girl and were trying to intimidate At that moment the stout scoundrel, who had been rumher to keep quiet. maging in the room on the opposite side of the front landOf course her first shrill outcry was sure to awaken the ing, peered into the chamber, with a drawn revolver in two fe)llale servants who slept in the top of the back part hi s hand. of the house, ancl he looked for trouble. Joe him ancl raised his weapon to intimidate him. The gratitude he felt toward Miss Fuller for her hosThe rascal, taking things in at once, covered Joe with pitality to nin1 aroused a strong impulse on his part to his revolver at the same moment. go to her aid, in spite of the oads he wouid be compelled To save himself the boy saw he'd have to fire. to face. Both weapons cracked together. 'fhe garc1ener had told him that the back stairway in Joe felt a sting like the touch or a hot iron above his the entry leading to a landing above offered communication right ear, and for a moment it seemed as if the room was with the front of the second floor hy way of a door whirling aronnd and around .Toe, remembering this, left his post at the rear of the At the same time he heard a cry as from afar off. main hall and ran up the hack stairs. 'I'he next thing he knew was the sensation of being "\rrive PAGE 16 FACING 'I'HE WIORLD. 15 His own weapon lay on the floor at his feet. As he started to struggle deRperately with th"e man who held him pinned against the wall, Horton shouted to the thin chap: "Come here, Simpson, and help me seeure this young monkey!" As the fellow started to obey, Grace Fuller to wake up to the situation. She snatched up the revolver that lay on the coverlet of her bed, aimed it at Horton, and pulled tl1e trigger. Then she Rlipped into a wrapper. The rascal uttered a groan, and, staggering away from Joe, fell upon the carpet and rlutd1ecl wildly at the air. 'I'h,e next instant the boy and Si111ps9n were engaged in a desperate struggle .for mastery, while Grace, with the smoking weapon in her hanc1, watched them with distended eyes, unable to shoot again for fear of hitting her young champion. CHAPrrER IX. THE CAPTURE O.F TUB HOUSEBREAKERS. Joe found that Simpson was strong and wiry, and rather more than he could handle successfnllv. The rascai was not armed, and he was trying to do Joe up by sheer strength. They rolled over and on the carpet, Simpson so.metin1es on top, and sometimes Joe. While the struggle was going on the gardener, who had surceeded in connecting with police headquarters at Cor inth, and explaining the situation, was in a funk over the revolver reports upstairs, for he feared .murder had been done by the burglars. He had not the courage to go up to the second floor, unarmed as he was, for he felt that he would be placed completely at the mercy of the rascals, and might lose his life to no purpose. He opened the library door and looked for Joe, but ioun PAGE 17 16 FACING THE W10RLD. "You are a brave boy," said Grace, looking at him adSeeing that they had no chance of escaping, they sullenly miringly "You have saved our house from being robbed, yielded. and you saved me from being frightened to death by that Joe backed them up into a corner of the room, where he man who threatened me with his revolver." could easily keep his eyes and revolver on both, and then "Well, I did the best I could under the circumstances; told the gardener to open the front door so that the police but if you had not shot the fellow yourself when he had could enter when they arrived. me pinned against the wall, I don't think I could ba\e As as he had done this the boy sent him upstairs done much. You're quite a plucky girl yourself, Miss to sfay with Grace, and keep watch on the knocked out Fuller." burglars there ''I shot him because I was afraid he and the other man Inside 0 a quarter of an hour a light wagon drove up intended to kill you, between them. But you are woundto the house with several policemen in it. ed Let me wash the bloou away and bind the cut up," They walked right in, as the front door had been left she said, with anxious solicitude. open for them. "Don't wony about me, Miss Fuller. I'll attend to that Joe called to them, and they came into the sitting-room l ater. It doesn't bother me mnch, and there is no time to and took charge of the two rascals the boy was guarding. attend to it now I must see iJ' the rest of the crooks have Two of them accompanied Joe upstairs to Grace's room. gone Let me have that revolver 'rim gardener was keeping watch in a chair in the mid-He took the weapon from her hand and walked softly dle of the room. downstairs 'l'he stout ruffian had recovered his senses, but as Joe A's he stepped into the hall he saw the scared face of had taken the precaution to secure his arms he could do the gardener at the door of the library. nothing. The man showed great surprise on seeing him, and beckThe three burglars were carried downstairs. oned him over, at the same time motioning toward the door The two wounded ones were immediately removed to of the sitting-room. the waiting wagon. Joe understood from his pantomime that the other two When the officers came bnck for the third, Joe told the ,rascals were still in the house-in the s itting-rooll).. policeman in charge of the squad that Simpson had his This idea confirmed as soon as he reached the gar pants and coat on, and he wanted to recover them and give dener's side. the rascal back his own tattered garments. "What about that shooting upstairs?" asked the gardener He explained to the officer how four of the men had eagerly. "I see you are wounded. Where are the three held him up and robbed him on the road the previous men who went upstairs?" afternoon. "Down and out," re-plied Joe. Simpson sullenly the truth of the boy's state You don t mean it?" cried the man, astonished. ment, and at the policeman's command he took off the "I do. Why didn t you come up when you heard the stolen clothes and put on his own. firing? I would have been put out o.f business only for Joe also recovered his hat from the stout man. Miss Fuller, who shot one of the rascals when he had me The officers then carried of!' their prisoners, with the dead to rights after I was shot myseH. I l'aid out the felassurance oJ' Grace that her father would be on hand to low who fi ed at me, and Miss Fuller helped me get the best press the charge of housebreaking against the rascals as of the third chap. That girl showed a great deal more soon as he returned home and learned the particulars of spunk in the emergency than you have. Did you 'phone the case. the police?" The excitement being Row over, Joe said he would return "Yes. They are on their way here to the barn and finish his interrupted night 's rest. "Good enough! Here! Take this gun of yours, and Grace would not hear of that, however. we'll hold llp the two who are in the sitting-room. It's a "I could not think of letting you sleep in the barn after wonder they didn't come upstairs and see what the shooting wha t you have done for us to night. You must occupy amounted to." the chamb er back of this. John will take you there. You "T1iey came as far as the sitting-room door and then must not go away until my father has seen and thanked went back you for the service you have performed. I hope you un" You are sure they're in there, are you?" derstand that I am very grateful to you, and you may be "Yes Can't you hear them talking?" sure thlt father and mother will appreciate your brave "I do now. Come on! Let u;:; finish up this business." conduct, and reward you in a suitable manner," said the Joe led the way to the door of the eitting-room, and then girl. he and the gardener sprang into the room and covered the "I don't ask any reward, Miss Fuller," replied Joe. two crooks, who had finished their packing, and were im"You were very kind to give me food and shelter when I patiently waiting the return of their companions asked you for it, and I am glad I had the opportunity to "Up with your hands!" cried Joe, sternly. leturn the fav or. The rai\cals were taken entirely by surprise "What I gave you was but a small thing. The senice They were also unarmed, and were thus at the mercy of you have rendered u s is very important You hav e probJ oe and the gardener. ably saved several thousand dollars worth of our property. They made a break for the window, but Joe stopped them That watch and jewelry of mine, alone, are easily worth with the threat that he would shoot them down unless$500, and I should have lost it all but for your courageous they gave in. action."

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FACING THE WORLD. 17 The girl, who had noticed his suddenly improved. per sonal appeai ance in some perplexity, asked him about it, and he told her that he had recovered his clothes from the ras cal who had appropriated them tl:te afternoon before. ''You look ever so much better," she answered, with a smile. "Not at all like you did when I met you last night in the yard. Now, John," to the gardener, "take Mr. Ben ton to tlte guest chamber on this floor, and see that he has everything he ne e ds for the night." Joe bowed, and said good-night to the yotmg lady of the house, and followed the man to the room in question To Joe's eyes the brass bed looked almost too nice for him to sleep in, but, nevertheless, after the gardener had retire
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20 FACI:XG THE WORLD. "His body is u s ually found floating in-thE} ri,er next day, or the day alter." "Well, I'll try and give a good account of myself while I hold the job." "I hope you will. At any rate, you have my sympathy." In due time they reached Dock A. Joe took particular note of its surroundings. Every third or fomth house ?-long the river front in that locality appeared to shelter a saloon on the ground floor. The buildings were largely of the cheap tenement class, and were occupied hy longshoremen and their families, and others. The others comprised many shady characters, known to the police, who slept and fraternized here during the clays and early evenings, and put in the small hours of the night elsewhere. It was a matter of no surprise to their acquaintances when these chaps failed to return from their trips abroad. In such an event tltey would generally be founc1 up on examination before some magistrate on the charge of highway robbery, or housebreaking, or something of that na ture, and their old haunts missed them sometimes for years while they were living at the expense of the State. The gang known as the Night Owls confined their opera tions to the water front'. They were a particularly desperate class of "undesirable citizens." On election days they were .to be seen mo1md the polls in that district, and could always be relied upon b:v the leader of one of the political parties to bulldoze honest voters, and cast all the ballots 'necessary to insure vi.ctory for the side that took care of them financiallv m1d when they got in trouble, and were haled before a magistrate on son1e charge or other. It took the most positive kind of evidence to send one of them to prison, and their reputation was such that it was bard to get an eye-witness of a crime committed by one of them to go into court and testify. Under such circumstances it was no wonder that the gang flourished, and laughed at the police. All these facts Joe learned from Adams, the clay watch man. before he went .on duty that night, after eating his supper in a cheap restaurant in tliat neighborhood. 80 when he went on duty at six o'clock, with a revolver in his hip pocket, he did so with all the resolution of a yotmg hero who was resolved to do or die. CHAPTER XII. A STARTLING SURPRISE. When darkness fell upon the face of nature, and the ;;onncls of traffic were hushed, Joe began to understand that thJ country was not the only lonesome spot on earth at night. There were lonesome spots even in the midst, as it were, of a big city. 'l'he dark waters of the Buffalo River flowed around and past Dock A, as it did about other docks in that vicinity. A fence surrounded the dock, leaving ii. narrow footway on either side, and was too high to be scaled by one man, but top could be reached by a second person standing on another's shoulders. Joe's duty was to walk around the yarcl, and occasionally take a peep outside. The walk up ancl down the gloomy and tenantless yard was not particularly exhilarating at night, because there was 11othing to see hut vague-looking objects and shadowy heaps of coal. The peeps outside the ience were les s drowsy, because they gave Joe a view of lighted houses and saloons across the wide water front, and life flowing past them. At six o'clock he was relieved by Adams, who a s ked him how he had passed the night. "All right, sir," replied Joe. "There wasn't a thing doing." 1 "Things might rnn tlrn.t way J'or a week, or two weeks, or even longer. Then you might find somebody trying to get over the .fence to help then1selves to a pail of coal, or something else. 'l'he quickest way to get rid of them is to hail them once and order them away. If the y O.on't go instanLer, hasten their ruoYcments with a bullet about their ears." Joe got his breakfast at a nearby re s taurant, and then hae.tencd to his lodgings to have a good sleep He got up about three, had his dinner, and after walk ing around a while took a car which carried him within a coup l e of blocks of Dock A, where he reported at six. It was close on to one o'clock in the morning when Joe heard men's voices on the outside of the fence. The boy suspected that they were there for no good pur pose, and he placed hi s car to a convenient knothole to see if he could hear what they were talking about. "K ow that we've got hold of the girl, Horton, how much are yon goin' to work her old man for?" said a voice that strongly re$ernbled that of the stout crook, Coates "A good stiff figure, you may depend on, Coates. Both the mighty dollar as "ell as revenge for the close call we had of bcin' sent. to Aulmrn, are powerful arguments in the case. He'll be willin' to come up with a good many yellow-backrd bills of large denomination when he realizes that he can't get his daughter back any other way," said Horton, striking a match and lighting a cigar Joe was nearly paralyzed with surprise on hearing the men address each other as Horton and Coates, which incli cated that they were two of the three convicted burglars who had esranccl from the train at the time o :Hhe accident near Salamanca. The fiaslt o.f the match attracted Joe's notice, and he put his eye to the knothole in orc1er to see if he could catch a glimpse of either of the men's faces. He hardly neec1ec1 a sight of the men to convince him of the truth of his su picions but still it was just as well to make suTe. As he looked through the hole the light of the match showed him the familiar bearded countenance of Ike Hor ton within a few inches of his e.ve. He could only catch an indistinct outline of Coates' face, but he was sure it was that rascal beyond doubt. The match also revealed the features and form of Simp son, the thi:i;t crook, who had not as yet spoken, and who stood midway between the two. "It was a neat job to kidnap her on the day after her PAGE 22 FACING THE WORLD. arrival in this town," spoke up Simpson. "There is the dickens to pay at the Walker house, I'll bet you, at her mysterious disappearance Every cop in the city has her rleRcription by this time, and is on the lookout for her; but they ll never find her--not by a jugful." "Find her!" ejaculated Horton. "I should say not. The roost bf the Night Owls is a sealed book to the Buffalo police, and is likely to remain so. She is safe there for an indefinite stay, in Mother Jinks' care When Fuller stumps up$5,000 apiece for then we'll let her go; oth erwise, she stays till he does." Joe gave a gasp at those words. Until that moment the identity of the girl those rascals were speaking about had no special interest for him Now it was different He saw that it was Banker Fuller's daughter Grace they had got into their hands, by some means not so far explained, and that discovery al'ouscd him to a high pitch of excitement and indignation. The men continued to talk about their plans for compelling Banker Fuller to ransom his daughter for the sum of $15,000, and they figured out how it could be managed safely and expeditiously. Finally Horton said: "I'm goin' on to the roost now, to see how the girl is gethn' along. Mother Jinks may lay hands on her if she gives her trouble, and I don't want her hurt, for that might queer the whole business. Are you chaps comin' ?" Simpson and Coates said they were going to a certain saloon, and would be at the roost later. "Well, you want to keep your weather optics liftin'., be cause the cops all over the State are lookin' for us," warned Horton. "If you are nailed you'll go straight to Auburn, and that' ll let yon out of your share of the$15,000 Then I'll havi:: to get somebody else to help me put the game throngh." CoateB and Simpson started to cross the wide thorough fare, while Horton walked off up the river. bn the spur of the moment Joe decided to desert his post and .follow Iforton in order to try and locate the rendezvous of the Night Owls. 'o he quickly unlocked the small door in the fence, stepped outside, relocked it, and started to trail the indis tinct figure of Horton to his destination. CH APTER XIII. IN A BAD FIX. It was not an easy matter for Joe to keep Horton in sight and at the same time keep that rascal in ignorance o.f the faet that he \lllS beiug slrn.dowecl. Horton lrcl his tracker away :from the lights and life of the district near Dock A and out along the river front, where houses were few and hardly any human being was stirring. The prospect grew more and more desolate as they pro ceeded, and finally Joe saw the shadowy form of a building gradually shape itself out of the gloom ahead. It stood right at the river side. In fart, it was partia1ly on the river itself, the rear of the house, which was two stories and a half in height, and as a looking edifice as it has ever been the lot of an architect to conceive, or a builder to erect, being su}lportcd by rows o.f piles, among which the dark water of the river flowed and eddied. Horton walked up to the knobless door of this building, laid his hand on a certain part of the jamb, and pressed a spring The door opened inward, and the rascal disappeared from the view of the boy, who was some little distance behind him. Joe hastened forward till he came to the door, and then he saw that there was no handle to it. He pressed upon it, and found it as tight as wax. "So this is the rendezvous of the Night Owls," he breathed. "It's a wonder the police have not spotted the place long ago and raided it. Well, there's not much chance of me getting inside oi' this building, even if I dared take the risk of entering, which I guess would be a foolish proceeding on my part. 1'11 take a good look at the house and its surroundings, and then I'll hasten away to find a police station. If the Buffalo omcers know their busi ness they ought to be able to put the Night Owls out of business between this and daylight." As Joe was about to wjthdraw from the door it was sud denly and noiselessly opened, an arm was thrust out, he was seized by the collar with a grip of steel and pulled into an entry-way that was dark as pitch. The door was shut as noiselessly as it had opened, and then a rough voice. hissed in Joe's ear: "Who are you, and what were you followin' me for? I s'pose you didn't I was on to you, eh? You've got some object, so spit it out, d'ye understand." The plucky boy felt that he w!s in a tight fix His sudden capture was such a surprise to him that he, was somewhat dazed, and could not open his mouth to save his life if he had wished to "So you won't speak. I reckon the detectives sent you out to try and do the work they failed at. Thought, maybe, because you was a boy that you might find out somethin'. Well, you'll find out some thin', I'll warrant. You'll find out what several of the detectives have already discoveredthat this place is the short road to the next world. You've put your foot in it, young feller, this time. You'll never daylight again. Dead men tell no tales, is our motto, and we always keep it before us." Horton dragged the boy back along the entry till he came to a door, which he pushed open. Then he hoved Joe into a perfectly bare room From a hook on the wall Horton took a strong cord that hung there, in readiness for just such an emergency, and bound the boy's hands behind his back, in spite of the vigorous resistance he put up. Then he tied Joe's ankles together. As soon as the brave lad was quite helpless Horton took from his pocket a small .folding dark lantern 'rurning his back on the prisoner, the rascal opened out the lantern, struck a match, and lighted the wick of the little lamp inside. Then he turned around and flashed the tiny bull's-eye light in Joe's face. As the fl.ash lighted up the boy's features Horton uttered a surpriRecl imprecation. He recognized the prisoner as William Benton's son, and

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26 FACING THE WORLD. The two bags of plunder were within easy reach. He took them out, and then noticed that there were sev eral other bags full of stuff, which he guessed was stolen property. He took them out and carried all the bags outside and placed them in the boat. Then he dragged the three rascals inside of the and let the rock close almost to, keeping it on a small crack with a piere of 1rnoc1. There being nothing further to detain hin1, he got aboar1l the boat, pushed out from under the spiles, and rowed down the river toward Dock A. On the way Grace told him that she had come to Buffalo on a visit to her friend, Sadie Walker, daughter of the senior member of the shipping firm with whom Joe had secured employment. She had reached the city in the morning, and in the afternoon had gone out walking with Sadie in one of the parks not far from her friend's home. They wandered into a secluded part of the park, and suddenly fo1tnc1 themselves in the presence of three men, whom Grace recognized as Horton, Coates, and Simpson. The recognition was mutual, and the lllen seized them both. Handkerchiefs were pressed over their faces, and both girls fainted. When Grace came to her senses she found herself in the room from which Joe had rescued her. How or when she was brought there s h e had not the least idea. Joe then told the girl hi s story, and hy the time he had finished the boat was close to Doc k A. As he hauled the boat up to a narrow flight of wat c r stairs alongside the dock he was seen and recognized by Adams, the day man. "Why, where have you been?" a sked Adam s in surpri se. "You were gone when I got here to relieve you this morning." "I can't tell you now," said J oc, assisting Grace on to the dock. "I've got to telephone Mr. Walker about this young lady, who is visiting at his house. I've al s o got to telephone the police, for I've discovered the roo s t :-i the Night Owls!" "What!" exclaimed Adams. "You've discoverf\d the roost of the Nigh t r Owls?" "Yes. There is some of their plunder in the boat. Help me bring those bags into the office, so that the police can take charge of it when they arrive." Joe telephoned the nearest police station first, ancl what he said over the wire brought a posse of. officers in a hurry to Dock A. Before they arrived Joe had communicated with Mr. Walker, and told him that Grace Fuller was safe, ancl to send a carriage to the dock for her. He also detailed the experiences which he had gone through, anc1 how he had discovered the renclezYous of the notorious Night Owls, and was now waiting for the police to come in order to guide them t9 the place and make pris oners of the olcl woman and the three crooks he had shot When the officers arrived, in a wagon, Joe was ready to go with them to the old building. The tide was low when they got there, and so Joe had no trouble in taking them down among the spiles and showing them the entrance to the passage, which was just as he and Grace had left it. Horton ancl his pals were still lying in the passage, and were handcuffed and put aboard the wagon with Mother Jinks. The roost was thoroughly examined, and both of the doors pnt out of business. o plunder, other than what Joe brought to Dock A, was found, and the police took charge of that. Its value was found to be over $150,000, and Joe subse quently received the several rewards offered for its recovery, amounting in all to$20,000. A reward of $5,000 had been offered by the city for in formation leading to the discovery of the roost of the Night Owls and their extermination, and Joe got that also, be sides being greatly praised in the newspapers. Horton and Coates recovered from their wolinds, and, with Simpson, were sent to Auburn in clue. time to work out their ten-year sentences. Jo as a matter of comse, received the grateful thanks of Banker Fuller and his wife for having rescued Grace -from her terriblti situation, and as the boy had saved him from being held up for a$15,000 ransom, the banker in sisted. on presenting Joe with a nest-egg for his future of $5,000. Mr. Walker got a new night watchman for Dock A, as be didn't think it safe for J oc to continue the job after his exploit against the Night Owls, for there was no saying what the uncapturcd members of the gang and their friends might do to the boy if they had an easy chance to seek ven geance on him. Soon after this exploit, Joe learned that his father, after being tried and acquitted of the charge of in cendiarism, had been taken ill and sent to a hospital, where he died, a WTeCk OI his former self. The shipper gave Joe a good berth in his office, and the lad, in time, worked his way up to a responsible position in the house. Long before that time he became engaged to Grace Fuller, with her parents' consent, and when he married her the poor boy's fight for fortune had been won. 'l'HE END. Read "A TIP WORTH A MILLION; OR, HOW A BOY WORKED IT IN. WALL STREET," which will be the next number (140) 0 "Fame and Fortune Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail. I/ 4 PAGE 28 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 27 .::::=:======--=-=-=-========================:==================================== Fame .and Weekly NEW YORK, MAY 29, 1908. Terms to Subscribers. Single Cople.s ............................................ .. One Copy Three Month.s ................................. One Copy Six Months .................................... One Copy One Year ..................................... Po.stage Free. How To SEND MONEY. I .05 Cent.s .65 t$1.25 2.50 send P. 0. Money Order, Check, or Registered Letter; re m1ttances many other way are a.t your risk: We accept Postage Stampe same as cash. When sending silver wrap the coin in a separate piece ot paper to avoid cutting the envelope. W1'ite 11our name anii address :plainl11. Address 1ette1s to Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Sq., New York. GOOD STORIES. The Cape-to-Cairo Railroad now extends northward from Capetown a distance of 2,100 miles, a regular train service being operated over the road. Whie it has not yet begun to show any profits, traffic is increasing, some 3,000 tons of zinc ore alone being handled monthly. It is stated that during the current year large amounts of rolling stock and equipment will be ordered, as also will a great deal of building material for the extension of the line northward. Among the historical curiosities to be seen at Chatsworth House, the residence of the Duke of Devonshire, is a willow tree that weeps, very often to the personal discomfort of those beneath it. To the casual observer, it appears just an ordinary willow, but on closer inspection it is seen to be artfully arti ficial. It is made from a metal to closely resemble a living tree, and each of its branches is covered with innumerable holes. In fact, the whole tree is a monster syringe, being con nected to a water main near by. The key for turning on and off is close at hand, and many a visiting party has been enticed beneath its branches by practical jokers. One hundred inches, or, in round numbers, eight feet, is the astounding diameter of what will be the greatest telescope in the world. It will be an American instrument, and is to be erected on the summit of Mount Wilson, in Southern Cali fornia, as soon as it can be constructed. This remarkable telescope has been carefully planned, and funds for its con struction have been provided by the generosity of John D. Hooker, of Los Angeles, who, so far as is known, is the first man to co-operate with Mr. Carnegie in the latter's efforts for the advancement of science. This telescope will enable us to seven times further into space than can now be done with the greatest visual telescopes. Its cost will be about one-twentieth of that of a modern battleship. Scientists have given the temperature which one would feel when penetrating to the center of the globe. To obtain this estimate of heat they had to confine themselves to simple observations on the rise of in mine shafts. Ge ologists believed that the mean temperature of the earth. in creased by one degree with every hundred feet of descent. With these figures for a basis, they calculated that the mean heat of the central nucleus must be forty-three hundred and twenty degrees Fahrenheit. This was good mathematics, but incorrect, for observations made in Nevada with instruments of great precision showed that the heat of the central nucleus was much greater. For the experiment in 1897 a silver mine was selected, and there they found that at twenty-five hundred feet under the earth's surface the air showed a temperature of ninety-four degrees and the water of one hun dred and twenty degrees. In the vicinity, at, Yellow Jack shaft, the mine reaches a 'depth of three thousanll feet. and the thermometer shows constantly one hundred and thirty-nine Fahrenheit, so that miners cannot work there for more than fifteen minutes at a stretch. The works in the Simplon showed, likewise, an uncommon subterranean heat, and the calculations pistify an assumption for the central nucleus of a temperature of six hundred and eighty thousand to seven hundred thousand degrees, the sarqe as is. assumed of the su,n. The enormous feminine demand for artificial coils and tou pees is leading to a famine in human hair. Formerly, Swiss, German, and Hungarian girls supplied the world of fashion able women with luxuriant tresses of all tints; but the gov ernments of many countries are now making it illegal .for a girl to sell her hair, or for .an agent to buy it. The supply, in consequence, is running short, and the prices of real hair are trebling. A series of successful experiments point to spun glass as the most effective substitute for human hair. Wigi; made from spun glass are wonderfully light and fine, and tho texture soft and beautiful. It is easy to produce any shade desired, while curls and waves can be manufactured at will to suit the fashion of the moment. The imitation is so realistic and true to life that it is impossible to detect the difference between it and real hair grown on the head. JOKES AND JESTS .. "Ever try an automobile, Judge?" asked a friend. "No," re plied the judge, "but I've tried a lot of people who have." Him-Won't you give me just one kiss? Her-Yes; I'll give you if you'll promise not to ask for another. HimWhen you have had the first one you'll do the asking. "Well," said Citiman, "I guess you fellows in the suburbs are pleased to have the chance to ru.n around in the fresh air these mornings." "Run around!" snorted Subbubs. "Huh! Most of our running is right straight through the fresh air to the station." Ellen (the nurse, to little girl of six, who is supposed to have an afternoon sleep every day)-Nancy, you are a naughty little kirl, not to have gone to sleep this afternoon! Nancy (reproachfully)-Ellen! Ellen! Don't you remember the three times you looked over the screen, and I was fast asleep? At a party recently they were playing a game which con sisted in everybody in the room making a face, and the one who made the worst face was awarded a prize. They all did their level best, and then a gentleman went up to one of the ladies and said: "Well, madam, I think you have won thE' prize." "Oh!" she said, "I wasn't playing!" Teacher-Your composition is very good, my dear, but 1 don't understand the title you have given to it. Why "Afterward?" That name has nothing to do with it. Small Scholar -You told us to. Teacher-I told yo u to! I never saw it be fore! Small Scholar-Yes, ma'am; you said we must write a description of our Saturday, and name it afterward! On the last visit of Joaquin Miller, the poet of the Sierras, to San Francisco, he was one of the guests at a rather formal dinner at a friend's house, where he stayed overnight. His hostess had known the poet since her childhood, so she felt privileged, next morning, to discourse to him of the beauties of the Parisian gown she had worn the night before-beauties seemed to have escaped his observation. Mr. Miller listened to all that she had to say, and remained silent. "But didn't you really like the dress?" pleaded the lady. "Well," replied the poet, "I did like pa-rt of it well enough." The lady brightened. "Indeed?" she said. "What part?" "The part you had on," answered the poet; and that ended the discussion.

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