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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A self-made man (J. Perkins Tracy)
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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.


Fame and.Fortune Weekly STORIES OF 'BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY luued Weekl11-B11 Subacriptio n #2.50 pe r year E11 ered according to Act of C'ongres, in the year 1908; i n the o ifl.ce of the Librarian o f Con g res s, W arhington, D O b71 F rank To use11, P u blisher, 2-1 Union Square, 11few Y o1k, No. 139. NEW YORK, MAY 29, 1908. PRICE 5 CENTS. OR, A f IGl-l T By A. SELF-MADE M AN CHAPTER I. IN THE SHADOW OF THE 'l:WM B O TTLE. "So yqur mother is worse, eh?" said Tom Waldron, sym pathetically. "I fee l dead sorry for you, Joe." "It isn't more than I've expected," replied Joe, with a sob in his voice, though his eyes wore dry, and shone with a feverish light that betokened loss of sleep "Mother isn't made of cast iron There's a limit to everything, and she s reached hers at last." "Do you think she's going to die?" "I do," r{)plied Joe, in a tone of conviction. "It's too bad," replied Tom. "I don't know," answered the other. "She'll be better off dead. If there'8 a bright world beyond the skies, that I've heard the minister speak about, she'll go there, and be happy. I hate to lose her," up and turning his face away, "but why should she linger on and suffer? Nobody knows what she has gone through but herself and -me. I've heard her talk at night, and cry out, while I sat by the bed, and what she said was en o ugh to drive me mad-mad, do you understand, Tom Wa ldron?" And the speaker grabbed his companion by the arm with a grip thatmade the othe r wince. "Doesn't your father understand how things are going?" asked Tom. "Don't mention him. I don't know wheth r he does or not. At any rate, he doesn't seem to care. He's drunk three-quarters of the time In fact, he's never wholly sober at any tilne." Drink i s a terrible thing, Joe." "Ifs a curse!" cri e d tho other, vehemently "It's made a brute ancl a wreck of my father, and paupers of mother and me. It has brought rnotheT to the grave, for she can' t last much longer. Once my father was as and respectable as any man in the county. Now look at him-a common sot, and a repToach not only to his family but the village as well." Tom Waldron nodded. He knew the of the sad case on1y too well. Everybody in Glenwood knew them, and sympathized, after a fashion, with poor Mrs. Benton and the bright boy who was lrnr sole support and consolation in her hour of trouble. A few of the villagers, whose hearts were rea ll y touched by tho desperate plight of the unfortunate woman and her son, we:nt out of their Yray to assist them. The others, ancl they were largely in the majority, contented them selves with expressing their sentiments by word of mouth when they met at the sewing circles and other social gath erings. They appeared to feel sorry for Mrs. Benton; no doubt they honestly were, but their sorrow never took practical shape. The drunkard's wife was so far down the social scale that they could not think of visiting the poor hove l where she lived. It hurt their feelings to think of coming into contac t with such a person. They might co.ntract some disease, they argued or soil their clothes.


FACING THE WORLD. They shuddered when they thought of the unfortunate woman, and thanked the good Lord that they were not like her. They opened their purses to the missionary fund, but forgot that poor Mrs Benton needed money and human sympathy more than the Hottentots of South Africa, or tlie savages of the South Sea Islands. "I've heard it said that Ike Horton is the cause of your father's ruin," said 'I'om Waldron. "Then you've heard the truth." "He tempted your father to drink." "He did I I "He encouraged him to idle away his time at the tavern." "Thafs true." "And when your father became a slave to the bottle Ike di sappeared from the village." "So he did." "The man acted like a scoundrel." "Yes. If he isn't aead, he may get all that's coming to him yet "I hope he will. He deserves to be handled without gloves." "That won't make my father a sober and honorable man Rg:iir,, nor will it bTing back the wasted happiness of moth er's life, or save her from a pauper's grave." "Ike Horton must haYe had a reason for acting as he did. Do you know what it was?" "1 can guess His reason was revenge." "ReYenge !" exclaimec1 Tom, in some surprise. "Y cs. He and father both wanted tomarry mother. She chose my father. I have since heard that Ike Horton to get square with them both." "I he did he has kept his word." "Like a coward and cur, not like a man. He worked in the dark, lik e a snake in the gra ss. His friendship for father and mother was a pretence to cover his designs. J\Jother woke up to the true state of things when it was too late. Then she warned father, and did everything she could to save him and herself from the fate the rascal had marked out for them. But he had his hooks in, and you see the result." --.. "Can I do anything for you, Joe? If I can, I'll be glad to help you out," said Tom. "I don't lmow that you can, just now." "You look tired and played out. Is there any one with your mother?" "Yes. Wicl'" Cameron. She's done a whole lot for us, off and on. She deserves a goltl medal. Well, I must get on with this medicine the doctor ordered for mother. He's another good dia1i. He knows we can't pay him, but he toltl me that ditln 't make any difference. He says money isn t everything in this world." "It may not be eYerything, bnt it cuts a mighty big fig ure just the same," replied Tom. "Well, so long. I'll call over and see you after supper." "All right. I'll look for you." Thus speaking, Joe :Benton continued on up the road, wh i le Tom turned into a lane which led to a small but well-kept farm. open co1mtenance that attracted one to him, in spite of his apparel, which showed the pinch of poverty. He had been born and raised ,in the village of Glenwood, in the western part of New York State.,_and had obtained a air education at the district school. When his father, who had once been a prosperous car nentcr became a loafer and an inebriate, the support of the family devolved on him. He obtained work during the season at the drfferent in the neighborhood, and was well liked because of his industrious habits. His young hands kept the wolf from the door, and things might have gone fairly well with him and his mother but for the conduct of his father, as the man sank loweF and lo-wer in the human sca le. A o-oodly portion of the money Joe turned in to his moth:r was taken from her through the intimidating tac tics of her worthless husband, and went to swell the profits

FACING HE WORLD. The poor woman was now no longer able to attend to the place, and never would again, and her two weeks' spell in bed showed itself in many ways throughout the house. EYerything was turned topsy turvy in the 1.'itchen, si t ting-room, and the small bedroom occupied by her husband, for William Benton never failed to make his presence felt around the house when he was not snoring away in bed like an overfeJ pig. He ancl Joe had many a scrap, out of some of which the boy narrowly escaped with his life, for Benton, Senior, was clangerous when the demot rum had him well under con trol. CHAPTER II. A DRUNKARD'S REVENGE. The sun was sinking behind the hills in the west, gilding the kitchen windows with its golden radiance, when Joe opened the gate and let himself into the front yard He walked aroimd to the kitchen door and entered the cottage. A pot of chicken broth was simmering on the stove, but there was no one in the room, which had been tidied up a bit since the boy went to the village. Joe walked softly upstairs, for he did not wish to disturb his mother, who might be asleep. The good-hearted Widow Cameron was seated by the window overlooking the road. She had noted Joe's arrival, and heard his steps on the stairs. "How's mother?" he whispered. "AbQut the same, Joe," replied the widow, with a sad look. "Do you think she'll live through the night?" "Why, Joe !-you don't expect her to die as soon as that, do you?" she said, in a shocked voice. "I don't know," replied the boy, despondently. "The doctor hasn't any hopes. He told m-7 that she might go off any time, like the snuffing out of a candle, especially if any thing should happen to excite her." "What should happen--'' began the widow, and then she stopped '11he question was superfluous under the circumstances of the ca se. Anything might happen when William Benton came home with a jag on. In his wife's weakened and nervous condition an out burst on his part might sap her little remaining vitality. "Father might--" began Joe, in reply to her half iormed remark. "Yes, I !mow," interrupted the Widow Cameron. "Don't let us talk about it." "Joe Is that you?" came a weak voice from the bed. "Yes, mother. I have brought the cledicine." "Thank you, dear. a good boy, Joe." "You had better take some of it now Will you give it to her, l\:frs. Camernn? 'l'he directions are on the bottle." 'rhe widow took the package from Joe, opened it, and read the directions. It was to be taken in some water, and so the good woman went downstairs to get a glass and prepare the medicine for the patient. "How clo you feel, mother?" asked Joe, when alone with his parent. "I feel very weak and listless. I have scarcel,Y anJ pain now. I'm afraid that is a bad sign. It means that I shall not be long with you, Joe." "Mother said the boy, controlling his voice by a strong effort. "It is hard to leave you, my poor child, but perhaps it is ior the best. Heaven's will be done. I know I am dying, so why try to keep the fact from you? I want you to promise me one thing." "I promise, mother, no matter what it is," said Joe solemnly. "Promise me, Joe, on your lmees, beside your mother's death-bed, that you never will touch strong drink." "I promise you, mother," said the boy, kneeling -down. "I never intended to, anyway. It has been father's ruin, but it neYer sha ll be mine--I swear it.!" "I believe you, Joe, and I shall die happy knowing that you, at least, will not become a victim of the rum bottle." Nothing more was said, as the Widow Cameron entered with the medicine, which she administered to the sick woman. Half an hour later she fed her some of the broth. When it began to grow dark she took her leave, promising to call in the morning. Joe was left alone with his mother, who dozed off to sleep The boy then went down to the kitchen, prepared a fru gal supper for himself, and ate it. Returning to the chamber above, he sat by the window, looking out into the night, ancl wondering what he should clo when his mother was no longer with him. His thoughts toward his father were very bitter. Ilis mother's approaching death he laid at his door. He was determined on one thing-when his mother's life went out he would cut loose entirely from his father. At that moment he didn't care if he saw his father again. 'l'he slam of the front gate aroused him from his sad reverie. "'l'hat's Tom," he said to himself. "I will go down and meet him." Waldron was knocking on the kitchen door when Joe clrew the bolt and admitted him. "How's your mother?" asked Tom. "The same." "Here's some jelly and thing mother sent over," said Tom, placing a package on the table. "Thanks," replied Joe, gratefully. "Your mother is verv kind to remember us." ''She'll be over herself, to-morrow, to see if she can be of any help." "I am very much obliged to her. She had better not come till the afternoon, as my father may wake up and make. things disagreeable in the forenoon." "All right. I'll tell her," replied Tom. "Wait a minute, ti-11 I slip upstairs and see if mother is still asleep." Joe found that she was sleeping calmly, like a tired child, atld returned to the kitchen, where he and Tom talked for some time together.


FACING THE WORLD. Fin:i'lly Waldron took his leave, and Joe returned to bis lonely vigil in the bcclroom. The hours passed slowly away, and the sick woman slept peacefully through them, while the lonely boy sat and gazed through the window into the obscurity without He was not trying to see into the darkness. He was thinking-dreaming of what the future had in store for him. Gradually his heavy eyes closed, in spite of his efforts to keep awake, his head fell over on his arm, and he slept. At length midnight approached, and down the road reeled the :figure of a man. This man was William Benton. Drunk, as usual, but in an uglier hum or than ordinarily, for the tavern keeper, after a scrap with him, had ejected him into the road, and told him not to come back there any more, or he'd have him put in the lock-up as a vagrant nnd common lush. Benton, after shaking his :fist at the man who had prac tically made him what he was, and muttering dark threats of ri::venge, started for the only place left him to go-the home he had wrecked. Drunk as he was, he knew how to get there. After two or three falls he came in sight of the cottage. '"l'here's a light (hie) in the window for me," he caroled. "I wonder if the old (hie) woman is waitin' up to let me in? For he's a jolly good fel-no he isn't! He kicked me out to-night. Threw me into the road like a bum. After all the money I've spent at his place. I'll :fix him for it. I'll get (hie) square, or my name's not Bill Benton. I'll set fire to his blamed old house. I won't go home to-night till I have revenge. I'll go back. No man shall throw' (hie) me into the road like a bum. I won't stand it." William Benton turned around and began to retrace his unsteady steps. The fumes of the liquor :fired his brain and gave him such an exaggerated idea of the treatment he had received at the hands of the tavern keeper that he was ready for any desperate project. As he drew near the tavern again, now closed tight, and dark within and without, he seemed to grow more steady and resolute. He had but one idea in his head, and that was to set the building on :fire. Unfortunately, he was so well icquainted with the place that he readily picked out it8 most vulnerable part-an openig under the front porch, through which he crawled. Here the boards forming the top of the cellar were rotten and punky from age. He tore several away, with little noise, for they seemed to crumble under his grasp. Then he lowered himself into the cellar. Lighting a match, he looked around. There were empty boxes, :filled with excelsior, lying around, and several barrels containing spirits, in one of which stood q tin funnel, thrust into the bunghole. 'l'he drunkard took a lantern from a nail in a beam and lighted it. T hen he placed all the boxes containing excelsior 'to gether in a heap, and saturnted them with spirit drawn from one of the barrels. He was foxy enough to place a barrel under the hole by which he had entered the cellar, so he could crawl out easily after he had lighted the inflammable material. Making sure that everything was ready for the blaze, he opened door of the lantern, took out the candle, and placed it in the uncler box of the pile. In a moment the excelsior was on :fire. Dropping the lantern, he hastii.y crawled out of the cel lar, and, taking to the roacl, walked away in a pretty steady manner, as compared with his movements after having been ejected from the tavern. CHAPTER III. CRIME AND DEATH. While William Benton was executing his incendiary job his son Joe and his wife were asleep in the room overlooking the road. Suddenly Mrs. Benton woke up, with a frightened cry on her lips, that arouRed Joe in an instant. "l\fother," he said, going to her, "did you call me?" Then he noticed the look of terror on her countenance and the excited state she was in. "Why, mother !-what is the matter?" t "Your father!" she gasped. Joe looked around the room, expecting to see him thfre, though the doors below were locked and the secure. He soon saw that there was no one in the room but themselves. "What about fathe1 ?" he asked. "He has not come home yet." "I know it," faltered the poor woman. "Then why did you mention his name?" "Oh, Joe! Joe !-I've had a terrible dream about your father!'' I "A terrible dream, mother?" "Yes yes I dreamed he committed a fearful crime "A crime "I saw him as plain as I see you now, in a cellar under some building. 'l'here were barrels of liquor there, and boxes :fillecl with some kind of white stuff, like shavirlgs. Your father piled the boxes up, and then set :fire to them. There was an awful look of satisfaction on his face, as if he was taking revenge on some one. Oh, Joe! what can it mean? Do you think--" She broke off with a scream. "Look, Joe !-look !-a :fire! See the blaze through the trees It is just as I saw it in my dream, after your father had started it Joe turned and looked out of the window. Sure enough, there was a :fire, that was growing brighter every minute, in the direction of the village. The coincidence of his mpther's dream and this :fire startled him. "Joe, your father started that :fire! I know-I feel it!" "Non sense, mother Father may be a drunkard, but he is not a criminal!" The poor woman only wrung her hands, beating the air in a paroxysm of excitement that was pitiful to see. What she had seen in her dream was too real to be dis regarded by


FACING THE WORLD. Bad as her husband had been, she had never known him to do anything that bring him within the strong arm of the law, but now she was certain that he had committecl a great crime, aml the lmowledge stirred her gentle nature to its clepths. Joe tried his best to calm her, but she would not be quiet until she collapsed from utter exhaustion. And while he strove with her the fire grew brighter and brighter, until the sky glowed 'vith carmine. The flames rose high above the trees, and the distant jingle of the one hand fire engine the viUage owned came faintly to the boy's ears 011 the early morning breeze. HiR own nerves tingled with excitement as the fire cast ih:: ruddy reflection into the room, and had hi& mother been well he would have been among the first on the ground, to witness the conflagration at close quarters. Joe induced his mother to take her medicine, and after a time she grew quiet and dozed off to sleep again. Then the boy watched the fire from the winclow until it gradually clied away. "That was close enough to be the tavern," he muttered. "It would be a good thing if the place was destroyed. Why was it not wiped out three years ago, when father first stmted to go there? Only for that tavern father JJlight have been a respectable man to-day, and mother--" His voice faltered, and he said 110 more. Lookibg at the clock, he saw that it was two in the morning. Joe vondered where his father could be keeping himself at that hour. Not at the tavern, for that closed between eleven and midnight. Then where could he be? Never, to Joe's bad he remained'. out so late before. Although he didn't care much if his father remained away all night, still the strangeness of his absence made him a bit uneasy. He walked downstairs and out to the gate facing -the road. The road, as far as he could see, was silent and de serted. So he gave the matter up and returned to the bedroom. He watched his mother for a while, and finally dropped off asleep. The sun, shining through the window, awoke him. He was astonished to think that he had slept so long. He looked at his mother. She still seemed to he sleeping quietly, so he went down stairs, lighted a fire in the stove, and made some break fast for himself. After it he walked outside and looked up and down the road, but there was nothing to indicate that his father was in the neighborhood. He stood a while, leaning on the gate, drinking in the cool morning air. Then he saw Tom Waldron coming up the road. "Where was the fire last night, Tom? I saw it from the window of mother's rooln." "That was Ralston's tavern. It was completely de stroyed early this morning, and the owner and his family only escaped by the skin of their teeth." "'l'hat so? Did you learn how the fire occurred?" "Constable Black has a strong suspicion that some one set the place on fire." "How?" "By forcing an entrance into the cellar from the front." "What reason has he for thinking so?" "There are a number of s11spicious circumstances that liave come to light during the investigation which began a short time ago. There is no doubt whatever that the blaze started in the cellar. From a pile of burned frag ments of boxes, a11 in one place, where they shouldn't have been, according to Ralston's statem ent, as well as the charred remains of a barrel at a point where no barrel was when Ralston looked into the cellar before turning in for the night, together with the position in which the remnants of the lantern were found, the opinion is freely passed around that the fire was clearly of incendiary ori gin." While Tom was speaking Joe suddenly remembered his mother's dream about his father pj.ling boxes filled with shavings up in a cellar and setting them on fire. This remarkable vision, added to the fact of his father's prolonged absence, and the apparently incendiary origin of the tavern fire, made the boy feel decidedly uneasy. He could not bring himself to believe that his father was really guilty of the crime of destroying the roadhouse, but, nevertheless, things looked suspicious. He asked Tom many about the fire, and his friend gave him all the he hap. been able to obtain. Joe did not dare ask Tom whether he had seen or heard anything about his father", lest his questions might ulti mately arouse suspicion against his disreputable parent. After Tom had said all he had to say he told Joe that he couldn't stay any longer, and started off for his home. He had hardly gone before a man came slouching out of the bushes and approached the gate. His bloodshot eyes, uncertain gait, and wretched appear ance betokened the slave of intemperance. Joe recognized him at once his father. "Let me in,'' said the man, hoarsely, with a furtive, al most frightened, look over his shoulder, as if he thought some one was coming up on him from-behind. "Let me in-d'ye hear Joe opened the gate, and his father pushed roughly past him and made for the house. Suddenly he stopped and turned around. He saw his son's eyes following him. H'e walked back in a savage and threatening way "If anybody comes here lookin' for me, tell 'em I'm in bed," he snarled. "Tell 'em I've been home all night, d'ye understand?" "Where have you been, father?" asked the boy. "None of your blamed business where I've been!" cried William Benton, savagely. "You do as I tell you Don't you dare say I didn't come home till morn.in' If you do, I'll kill you!" Tl;te look that accompanied the words was almost murder ous, and greatly disturbed Joe. He had never known his father to be quite so ugly after jleeping off a good bit of his nightly debauch. Evidently there was something unusual the matter with


FACI.rT(i THE WORLD. ====::....:---him, and. Joes suspiciollS of his father's guilt began to grow. He decided to tell him about the fire, to see how he'd t ake it. It took a lot of nerve for him to broach the subject, under the circumstances, but Joe was a plucky boy. "Father/' he said, looking him straight in the eye, "do you know that Ralston's tavern was burned to the ground early this morning?" William Benton glared at his son with the eyes of a wild beast at bav "It's a !"he hoarsely. .'I know about it! W110 says it was burned?" "I say so." "You infernal little imp!" roared his father. "Do you accuse me of sett.in' fire to it?" He seized Joe by the throat with a grip that choked the boy "Take it back! '.I'ake it. back-d'ye hear ?-or I'll mur der you!" knew how low father has now fallen you would not survive the tenible shock." He entered the house and softly walked upstairs. His father was not in sight. He tiptoed to the bedside, where bis mother lay, silent and motionless. One louk at her white face, staring eyes, and fallen jaw, told him the truth. With a cry of grief and despair he threw bis arms about her. aMother mother! Speak to me! No! no !-she can not is dead-dead!" He slipped to the floor, and, with his extended arms across his mother's body, he wept as if his heart would break. And there he was found, an hour later, by Widow Cam eron, when she came over to see the patient, as she had promised to do. I CHAPTER IV. Joe, by a desperate struggle, succeeded in freeing his A BULLY A LESSON. neck from his infuriated father's grasp. "Leave me alone, will you?" he said, doggedly. "I did The tavern fire created a good deal of excitement the not say that you set fire to the place I said it was burned village, especially when it became knowi1 that it was tho"tlght down." to be of inc\ndiary origin. "But your eyes accuse me. y believe I did it. I The question which then agitated the people was wl;io could have done tl1e deed. know you do. If you give me away I'll be the death of As soon as Ralston became satisfied that somebody had you fired his building his suspicions pointed to William Benton. "If you say you didn't do it, I s'pose you didn't," reBenton had threatened him the night before, and, putpl ied Joe, hol ding himself in readiness to avoid another ting two and two together, the tavern keeper applied to the attack justice for a warrant against the suspect. I didn't do it nobody saw me do it! It's a lie! I The head constable was sent to serve it, and he drove out was home a!l night-all night, d'ye understand? Don't to the Benton cottage on the covnty road to find the person you dare tell any one I wasn't, or--" he was after His passion fmther utterance, and he stood and When he arrived there a silence hung over the cottage, glared at his son like a wild beast. and he soon learned of the death of Mrs. Benton from the ''If you say you were home all night nobody shalt learn Widow Cameron. anything different from me, whether you set fire to the Being a man of feeling, he decided that, under the cir tavern OT not," replied the boy. "You are my father, cumstances, he would postpone serving the warrant, so he whether you are g;uilty or not, and no act of mine shall drove back into the village and announced the death of bring a crime home to you. Go to bed, for you look as if the drunkard's wife. you needed rest. Jf any one sees you standing here, with Ralston made a st1ff ld.rk because the constable had failed that look on yonr face, it may cause suspicion to rest on to cio his duty. you. Go into tbe house right away, and then maybe I'll "The man won't run away, I guess," replied Constable be able to forget that I've seen you this morning." Jones, stiffly "Besides, you have no direct evidence against His father seemed to grasp the meaning of his words, him, and I don't think that, in view of the death .of his for witb. another furtive look up and down the deserted wife, the warrant ought to be serveu until after the funeral. road he turned sullenly away and started for the It would be hardly Christianlike." Joe watched him disappear around the corner of the "You have no right to let your private feelings interfere house. with the execution of your duty," answered Ralston, anThen he followed in a dejected way. grily. "I'm sure Benton is the person who fired my house, ":M:y father is a criminal! Yes, his words and actions and if you don't go right back and arrest him I'll see 1 proclaim his guilt. He set the tavern on fire, just as justice about the matter." mother dreamed he did There isn't the least doubt in "I won't arrest hi.ID to-day, at any rate," replied the conmy mind about it. This is the last straw that makes our stable. "If you don't like the way I do business you can mi8ery complete. Thank Heaven, murder was not a part call on Justice Cox and make your complaint." of his desperate action. Why did he do it? What moConstable Jones tQ.rned on his heel and went to the office tive urged him to the cpmmission of such a terrible act? of the justice, where he explained why he had not served W us it simply because his rn,ind was crazed by liquor, and the warrant. he did not know what he was doing? What a curse drinl While he was there Ralston came in and had his say on is! It is the father of all crime. Poor mother! If you the subject.


FACING THE WORLD. The jus tice settled the matter by telling the constable tl1at it was up to him. If the suspect skipped the viHage, he would hold the ofhcer respon s ible; otherwise, he didn't see that any harm would be done by deferring the arrest. Ralston, who was mighty mad over the destruction of his property, as well as the loss of the profits because his business had been bTOught to a standstill, Went away with a grouch on, and began to spread the news broadcast of how badly he was being treated. This naturally prejudiced the village against William Benton, and caused the impression to prevail that he was the incendiary. When tbe constable learned of Ralston's tactics he was much incensed. H c found that ,it would be necessary to set a watch on Benton's movements, since, if he was guilty, and he learned foat he was to be arrested, he probably would seek to leave the neighborhood. After his first burst of grief, Joe Benton left his dead moth er to the kind offices of Widow Cameron and other sympathetic women, and walked off into the woods, to hide his sorrow from public notice. He sat down on a fallen tree and buried his face in his hands. He had not been i.here very long before Job Ralston, son of thc lavern keeper, who was very like his father in dis position and character, came along with a crony of his. They were on their way to inspect some rabbit traps, and find out what luck was in store for them that morning. For some reason, known only to himself, Job Ralston hated Joe Benton. It might have been becaui;e the hoy was popular in the neighborhood while he waR jnst the reverse. The fact that he, the son of a well-to-do tavern keeper, was at a discount nlongside of Joe, the drnnkard's son, probably had a good deal to do with the matter. At any rate, he never failed to assume an offensive atti tude whenever he met the object of his aversion. Joe, for fear that his father might suffer at the hands of the tavern keeper if he resented Job's mean tactics, forbore to get into a scrap with him, though he felt abund aQtly able to polish off the taVrn keeper's son if he chose to bring matters to an issue. On this occasion Job was more than ever incensed against Joe because of his conviction, acquired from hi; father, thai William Benton was the cause of the destruction of the tavern. The knowledge of the recent death of Joe's mother did not excite a grain of sympathy in his breast. He despised the whole Benton family-Joe worst of all. "Hello!" said Sam Parker, Job's companion. "Who's that sittin' on that log?" Job's sharp, ferret-like eyes recognized Joe at once. "It's that beast of a Joe Benton," he snarled. "What is he doin' on that log? Looks as if sometbin' was wrong with him." "Oh, I s'pose he's moonin' over his old woman's death. It's a goocl thing she did turn up her toes. It saves the count.v the expense of supportin' her, for she was bound to reach the poorhouse some time, if she'd lived," he said, heartlessly. "It wouldn't have been her fault if she had," said Sam who had some feeling. "What difference does it make whose fault it was? She died just in time, for Bill Benton wiU be sent to State prison for burnin' our place down, and this lobster will have to leave the village, for nobody will hire the son of a jail hird. Ain't I glad of that I hate the little beast !" "Well, come on! Let's hurry over to the traps/' said Sam, manifestly impatient to find out if any game had been snared overnight. Job, however, seemed to forget that he had been in an equal hurry himself a few minutes before. The sight of the unhappy-looking Joe was an attraction he couldn't resist. He was in a bullying humor, and he considered the drunkard's son a fit subject to practice on Being a coward as well, prudence suggested that he get hold of a to use in case Joe should happen to show :fight. So he looked around for one, and, as the woods were full of suitable saplings, he soon had a weapon in his hand. Then he opened proceedings. "He1lo, Joe Benton What are you sniveling about?" he said, offensively, while a satisfied grin rested on his sandy, pock-marked features. At the sound of his voice Joe looked up quickly. It was the first intimation he had that he was no longer alone. He lookerl at the two boys, but made no reply, and waited for them to go on. "Come on, Job!" said Sam. "What's the use of wasting time with him? I've got to get back to the store some time to-day." Sam's father kept the general store, and Sam acted as general clerk and delivery boy. Job paid no attention to his companion's request, but Rtood and glowered at Joe. "So your old woman's dead, is she?" he said, sneeringly. "I s'pose the village will have to stand the expense of }Jlantin' her. That's the worst of havin' paupers around. They re a blamed nuisance, the whole brood of 'em." 'l'he words were hardly out of the bully's mouth before Joe was on his feet, facing him, with clenched fists and a look of suppressed fury blazing in his eyes. "How dare you talk that way about my mother, Job Ralston !" he cried, in a voice that trembled with wrath The young ras cal, though he had a stick in his hand, recoiled a step or two, as if afraid Joe would strike him. "Ho Ain't we mad all of a sudden!" he replied, jeer ingly. "You go on where you're bound, and leave me alone," answered Joe. "I'm in no humor to be tantalized." "Who you givin' orderR to, you lobster?" snorted Joh. "I'll go on when I feel like it. The idea of a feller like you givin' me back talk! A feller whose father is a crook--" Smash! The word was hovering on his lips when Joe sprang at him like a wildcat and struck him in the jaw with a force Lhat knocked him down. "You lying cur!" cried the infuriated lad, standing over


8 FACING 'THE WORLD. him in an aggTessive way. "My father is no more a crook than your father is!" "Sam! Sam!" called Job, in a whining tone, for he was thoroughly alarmed at Joe's attitude. "Help me out Slug him-quick!" Every blow landed likEV a pile-driver on the face of the young rascal, and he fell all over himself, crying out: "Help !-Sam !-help! He's murderin' me! Help! help!" CHAP'rER V. Sam was not anxious to mix himself up in a scrap in which he .had no special interest, especially as Joe looked exceedingly dangerous, so he failed to re spond to Job's FACING THE WORLD. appen.I. Sam Parker felt as if it was time for him to chip in, Job, finding that he collld expect no aid from his comthough he didn't like the look on Joe Benton's fae. panion, dragged himself back a yard, and then scrambled He knew that his companion had provoked the trouble, to his foet, looking partit;ularly vindicti vc. and that he wasn't getting any more than he deserved. "I'll get square wif;h ,vou for that!" he snarled, "and SLill it was his duty to try and save Job from the con-I'll tell my father you said he was a crook!" sequences of hiR nasty disposition, so he stepped forward '.'I didn't say he wa a crook. I said my father was and f'aid, in a conciliatory tone: no more a crook than your father is. That's what I said, "Oh, come, now, Joe Benton, let up on him! You've and I mean it, too." hit him enough!" "'rl t 1 ld I l t fi "Don't ."OU interfere, Sam Parker," replied Jee, turnv ia e se is your o man, w ien ie se ll'e to my .1 father's tavern, am1 will go to State prison for it, see if ing on him, "unless you want some of the same medicine! he doesn't?" You heard what Jie said about my mother and father Sup" Who says he set fire to the tavern?" demanded Joe. pose you were in my shoes-would you stand for it?" "Everybody says so." "Virell, you've licked him for it-what more do you want? "That's a lie! Wlio saw him rlo it ?n If you hurt him you'll get into trouble, for his father will took precious good care that no one seen him, but make things hot for you." he clont it, just the same." "I'm not afraid of his father," replied Joe. "He's done "If no one saw him do the deed, then there is no evi-harm enough to us already by making a drunkard of my dence against him, and nobody has any right to accuse father. I have a very small opinion of a man who will him of such a crime." make a practice of sell in g liquor to an unfortunate person cursed with the taste for it. Get up!" he added to Job. "There is evidence against him." "Keep your mouth and I'll let you alone; but if you "What is it?" asked Joe, with a sinking heart. dare utter another c;Jandcr against either my dead mother "You'll find out when he's arree t'ed." ''Who's going to arrest him?" "Constable Jones, of courne, if he ain't done it already." "It would be an outrage to arrest him on a trumped-up charge, with my mother lying dead in the house!" "What differe:ri:ce does that make? You ought to be glad she's passed in her chips, for she'd only go on the county, like any other pauper," sneered Job. '"l'ake care, Job Ralston!" cried Joe, advancing on him again. "If I go for you again I'll pound the life out of you!" "Don't you touch me!" said Job, retreating. "If you do, I'll hit you with this stick!" "Then leave my' mother out of your talk," replied Joe, threateningly. "Oh, shoot your olcl woman! Who wants to talk about lwr? She never was no goocl for no thin' With a cry of rage Joe fairly flew at his persecutor. Job raised the stick and struck him a blow alongside the head. 'l'he drunkard's son minded the blow no more than if it had been laid on by a wisp of straw, though it raised a red weal on his cheek. He snatched the sapling out of young Ralston's hand, threw it into the bushes, ancl then gave him an upper-cut with his left fist in the jaw that made every tooth in his he ad rattle like a pai 1 nJ: castanets. Before Job could do anything to defend himself, he followed up his attack with a punch in t1ie eye that made the bully cry out with pain and terror. Then it was biff swat smash or my father I'll half kill you, if I go to the lock-up for it !" Tims Bpeaking, Joe hauled off, and Sam assisted his companion on to his feet. "Why dir1n't you help me?" whined Job to Sam. "The two of us cou ld have licked the stuffin' out of him." "Oh, cnt it out and come on l You can get square w 'ith him another time." "You can bet your life T'll get square with him, if I die for it," saiQ. Job, with a malevolent glance at the b .oy he hatccl. Sam grabbed him by the arm and hallled him away, and soon their retreating footsteps died away in the wood. Joe watche

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

10 FACING THE WORLD. 'I'hings went well with him for several days, and he had traveled ab011t 100 miles, when he ran afoul of hard luck. On the afternoon of the fourth day, as he was passing a tumbledown building close to the roadside, four hard looking tramps issued from it and held him up. One was a stout ruffian, who had the appearance of being a typical tramp; another, tall and thin in stature, looked like a very common crook, while the other two seemed to be a combination of all that was unsavory. "Where are yer bound?" 'demanded the fat scoundrel. "Bu:tra:to," replied Joe, drawing back in distaste for their company. "Yer never kin wall{ so far with sich a heavy valise," grinne.d fatty. "He1:e, chappies !" he said, snatching it from the boy's hand, "see if yer can't make it light enough for him to carry." While two of the tramps busied themselves emptying Joe Benton's valise, the thin ruffian compelled the boy to exchange clothes with him, while the stout rascal appro priated his derby. skip!" cried the latter, menacingly, pointing down the road. J oc knew better than, to enter into any argument with the rascals. The y had him the hair was short, and he found it prudent to say nothing and saw wood. Looking much the worse for his encounter with the tas cals, he started off in the direction he had been instructed CHAPTER VI. A HOSPITABLE WELCOME. Joe, as he walked off down the road, felt that he cut a snny figure in the cast-off garments of the thin rttscal who had appropriated his coat and trowsers. "I'll be pulled in for a tramp at the first village I strike," he muttered, disconsolately, as he stooped to turn up the legs, that were several inches too long for him. HTal.k about hard luck! I think this is fierce! Ifs bad enough to have to walk all the way to Buffalo; but to be robbed of the little money and few clothes I b1oughi along is r11bbing things in with-a vengeance I feel like a,fish out of water in this scarecrow snit. I haven't worn clothes for a long time that were any too good, but they were not ragged ; they passed in a crowd. Now I feel like hiding in the bushes if any person was to come along." Poor Joe continued to tramp along the lonely road till it grew c1ark; then lights began to twinkle at long intervals across the land scape, denoting the presence of farmhouses here and there. He was now both tired and hungry. Heretofore it had been his practice to walk up to a con veniently located farmhouse and offer to pay for a meal or a night's lodging, explaining that he was walking to !Buffalo in order to save money, of which he admitted that he did not have a great deal. In no case had he been turned away, as his frank, open countenance inspired confidence, and up to this point he had not been charged a cent. Two or three farmers let him do a .few chores in return for his cli.nner or a bed, hut in most cases he was not re quired to contribute anything. Now 'he felt ashamed to ap1jroach a hospitable farmer, for he had no money to offer, and he felt that his personal rtppearance would arouse suspicion and result in a turndown. So, famished and weary, he continued his wall,, a prey to the gloomiest thoughts. 'l'he immediate future had lost its encoul'aging, roseate hues. Like Christian, in the Pilgrim's Progress, he was walking in the valley of the shadow, and he did not know how to extricate himself from his difficulties. As the evening grew apace, he saw the lights of a village, or a sma 11 town, far ahead to tl\e left. The road swung away to the right, and it looked like a long walk to reach the place unless he took to the wood on the left, which seemed to offer a short cut. He decided to lea e the road and save a mile or two. It was the spring of the yea1:., and the trees were only just beginning to awake from their winter sleep. 1 The wood, after he had got well into it, seemed fright foll y still. 'I'he white, ghostly moon, sifting th,rough the bare branches that hung solemn and silenp in the calm night air, poured a soft, weird light all around him, and threw the gaunt-looking shadows out into bold relief. The only sound that came to his ears was the rustle of his shoes upon the old dead leaves. He felt more lonely and desolate than ever. His mother was dead His father the inmate of a cell in the Exeter county jail, held on a serious charge Himself a homeless wanderer, journeying to a large city, where his luck might prove to be the opposite of what he expected What wonder was it, at that lone hour, in the solitude of the wood, the most impressive of an solitudes, that Joe Benton, for the first time in his life, began to feel nervous and ? He began to regr!fl; that he had not kept to the road, for there he coulu see the lights, which were a kind of com pany for him. But he could not go back now. He mast keep on, and so he screwed up his courage as well as he could and stepped bravely forward, though more than once he paused in dismay at the sight of the moon shining on a scarred iree-trunk, causing it to re semb le some ghostly object waiting in his path to waylay him. He trieu to whistle some familiar air, but the sound died on hiR lips, for his heart was not in it. At l ength, through a break :in the wood, he saw the road once more, and between it and the trees a large mansion ancl well-kept grounds--the residence of some well-to-do resident of that lo cality. The sight of a human habitation, and the moonlit land scape beyond, revived Joe's courage, mid he felt like hiivself again. He heard the bark of a dog, and saw lights in the rear addition of the dwelling, which he took to be the kitchen. Leaning against a tree, he wondered if he dare approach the house and iisk for something to eat. Ordinarily, he would hardly have taken the risk in his


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."


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

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

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

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

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."


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

I 18 FACING THE WiORLD thestalwart, manly lad, who was facing the world all by himself in his fight for fortune. They arranged between themselves to write to each other, as neither wanted to lose track of the other. Joe had also been provided by the banker with a couple of letters of introduction to business people of Buffalo, wl1ich stated that any fayor accorded to the bearer would be dnly appreciated by Mr. Fuller. The yonng traveler occupied. a seat in one of the clay coaches, and his thoughts were about evenly divided between Grace Fuller and what the future had in store for him. 'l'he train was mpidly approaching Salamanca when s0mething happened. Some defect in one of the trucks of the smoking-car caused the coach to jump the track. In a moment the connection was broken with the bag gage car directly ahead, ancl the smoker tilted over and struck a long sliding switch, completely demolishing it. The switch lever being pushea over, opened the siding where a heavy freight train was stalled until it could take the main track. The smoker, pushed along by the fifty-mile-an-hour mo mentum of the passenger coaches and Pullman drawing room cars behind, turned into the siding and went bumping oYer the sleepers toward the freight train, only a hundred feet away. a brief fraction of time, before any one on the train realized that an accident had happened, the smoker crashed into the caboose of the freight and smashed the little car as fiat as a pancake. The concussion with the heavy freight turned. the smoker over on its side, and the day coach inimediately behind it partially telescoped it, and then mounted the wreck like a horse taking a hurdle The second clay coacl1, in which Joe was seated, but.ten into the rear of it, tearing the platform and part of the car to pieces, and throv1ing its own passengers about in all directions. The heavy Pullmans c rowded against this car and did considerable darnage to it. The thirty-odd box and cars of the freight ahead, together with its powerful locomoti rn ancl tender, were pushed on and jumbled together in a way productive of much injury to the rolling stock and their contents Alt ogether, the wreck was a rather bad one, attended with loss of life and physical injury, to the occupants of the smoker chiefly. 'l'he whole thing happened inside of a few seconds, and as the unhurt but badly demoralized passengers poured out of t11C cars as fast as they could the sight presented to their cye3 was n0t a reassuring one Among those who escaped scot free, though much shaken up, \\ as Joe Benion. The shock had thrown him from his seat over the back of the one directly in front, and ]mocked the breath out of his body. Many of the people in the car had been m01e or less injured from being flung about, and their cries and moans echoed through the coach. The casualties in the coach ahead were much larger, and of a more serious natuTe, whjle in the smashed smoker they :were appalling. When Joe pulled himself he gazed around the car like one awakening from a bad dream. The excitpd people were trying to extricate themselves and their J.riends from the coach. A panclemonium of terror seemed to have broken loose. Ile soon realized the situation, and his :first thoi1ght was to assist any of his fellow travelers who needed aid. He carrieJ a little old lady from the car, first of all, and then went back and helped her aged companion, a white haired old man, to alight. Neither had suffered any material injury. The coach being now emptied, Joe mingled with the crowd that was helping the passengers out of the forward c:oach, which was tilted up at an angle of thirty Jegrees or so, its forward trucks rei

FACING THE WORLD. 19 The dead were removed to the city morgue, pending identification, while the badly wounded were carried to the hospital. When the train finally continued on to Buffalo Joe went with it. He reached the Lake City late in the afternoon and went to a moderate-priced hotel. Next morning he presented one of his letters of intro duction to the head of the shipping firm of Walker & Co., whose offices were on the lake front. Mr. Walker promised to find an opening for him in his establishment in a few days, and the boy thanked him. He showed the gentleman the draft he had on the Buf falo bank_, and asked him if he would help him to cash it. One of the office clerks was deputed to take him to the bank, identify him, and after Joe received the money guide him to a good savings bank, where he could open an account. When this matter had been settled Joe started out to look up a cheap furnished room for himself. He had no great difficulty in findihg a place which he considered suitable for his means. It was not far from the lake front, and within easy walking distance of the business house where he expected soon to be employed Joe called next day at the office of Walker & Co. and left his address. Two days later he was sent for "The best thing I can offer you at present, Benton, is the post of watchman at our coal d9ck, foot of Jay Street, on the Buffalo River," said Mr. Walker, when Joe had been ushered into his office. "It's a night job." "All right," replied the boy. "I don't care what the position is as long as I get a start at something." "Very well," answered the head of the establishment, pleased at the boy's readiness to accept employment, even if it happened to be uncongenial. "I will send one of my derks with you presently, to show you the clock and in troduce you to the day man you relieve. I shall want you to start in to-night, as the other watchman has been dis charged for habitual drunkenness." "I am ready to begin at once, sir," replied Joe promptly. "I am bound to say that I like your energetic ways, Ben ton, and you may rest assured that this position is merely a stepping-stone to something better. I shall keep you in mind, and as soon as a better opening offers you shall be advanced." "Thank you, sir." Mr. Walker then sent for a certain clerk. "'rhis is Joseph Benton, Harper. Take him over to Dock A and make him 1.Jlown to Adams. He will :fill in there as night watchman till further notice." The clerk bowed and then motioJed Joe to follow him. "So you're going to stand the night watch on Dock A, are you?" said Harper, after they were started on their way. "So Mr. Walker says," answered Joe. "You're a stranger in Buffalo, aren't you?" "I am." "Where do you hail from ?" "Glenwood Blank County, New York." "Country town, I suppose?" "Hardly a town. It's a village." "Tired of the country, and came to Buffalo tb see a little of li.fe, eh?" grinned Harper. "I came to this city because there was no chance around Glenwood for me to get on." "What did you do there? W 01)' in a s tore, or on a :farm?" ''I did more farm work than anything else Bow came you to apply to our firm for work?" 'Brought a letter of introduction t 1Ur: Walker from ::\Ir. Fuller of Corinth." "This is a pretty tough job the boss is giving you-night watc.:hman on Dock A." ''Oh, I guess I can stand it all right. When a fellow is looking for a position he can't always select what pleases him best I understand it's only tempornry, a n y way. Something to keep me out 0 mischief till a better j o b turns up." "I hope you have plenty of nerve," said Harper, l ooking at him critically. ''Why?" "Dock A is in a tough quarter of the town, and you re liabl e to be up against some tough Toosters who hang around that neighborhood. I they took the notion to drop you into the river on a dark night they'd be apt to do it, unless you kept your weather eye lifting, and was as nimble as a y9ung monkey." "That so? ATe they in the habit of playing such games as that?" "They're in the habit of doing pretty m uch as they please." "Don't the police ever interfere with such amusements ?" "The cops stationed in that neighborhood know better than to butt in on those chaps H they did, a pav in g-stone might drop on their heads some night when they were not looking for it." "According to you I lmve a pleasant prospect ahead." "You certainly have." "You're not jollying me, are you?" asked Joe, suspiciously "Not a bit of it. Ask Adams, the clay watchman, and he'll confirm all I've told you I'm rather surprised that Walker put a young chap like you, and a stranger in Buf falo, too, on the job." "Maybe he doesn't know how tough it is." "He ought to know, and I guess he does. Perhaps he thinks you'll pull through all right because you're a boy." "I suppose I'll carry a gun to defend myself and ke e p intruders from the clock?" "Oh, yes; but you'll need an arsenal to hold your own if the Night Owls everget after you." "The Night Owls, eh?" "Yes. That's a gang that they say has a rtmd ezvous somewhere in th:e neighborhood 0 Dock A "It's a wonder that the police wouldn't make syste matic raid on them and clean them out." "T'he i)olice have tried it several times, but failed to get any of them. 'l'hey have a hiding place that has baf fled all of the detectives. Every once in a whi l e some de tective; spurred on by a reward, goes down there to try to get a line on their retreat." ''And he fails?"


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


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


22 FACING THE WORLD. the boy who had been largely instrumental in foiling the I spi l e as soon as the tide began to rise, and then there woulcl bu rg l arious attempt of himself and associateI; on Banker be at least foUT hours oft torture before his vict!m. F ull er's house. that eventful night, and whose evidence had So he decided to postpone Joe's death until after dark secured their conviction, on which had all been senon the following night. tc n ced to a ten-year spell in Auburn In the meantime he woul d r emove him to the roost, where "So it's you, is it?" roared the scoundrel, with another he felt that his prisoner would be peTfectly safe until he imprecation and a menacing flash of the eyes. "You who was ready to l ead him to execution clicl us up i n Corinth-you, the son of the man I hate more "It's a good thing for you young fellow, that the tide than any other person on this earth! Not satisfied with is / on the ebb, instead of o n the flow," he said, returning to what you did tot-is, you have, ifl some 'vay, got on our track the boy's side. "It will give you twenty hours or so of liie again after we escaped from the train at the time of the that otherwise you'd miss The pleasure I shall take in wit smasb_up, and you are tryin' to get us caught again nessin' your takin' off will, therefOI'e, be deferred till after Do you want to know what your fate is? Listen! Do you dark to-night, for it wants only two hours of sunrise now. hear the swish of the water under this floor? You will Don't fool yourself with idea that this will give you be tied to one of the spiles, with your head just below higha chance to escape I'm going to take you to a place where water mark. When the tide rises you will feel the hand of you'll be safe, I warrant you, until I'm ready to dispatch death grippin' at your heart. Inch by :hi.ch you will feel yon on your long journey." the cold, clammy water risin' up to your mouth. When Thus speakipg, Horton raised the helpless boy in his it reaches your lips you will struggle in vain to evade its arms, carried him otLt o.f the room, down a slimy pair of suffocatin' grasp You will be slowly strangled to death wooden stairs to the watery tract under the building, and You r death agony will be prolonged by your frantic efforts then around a closely knit line of spiles sunk into ,the t o escape you r fa t e What do you think of it? Does the mud. p r ospec t p lease you? You might have escaped all this Pausing before what seemed to be a mass of solid rock by mindin' your own business. Now you will pay the price on which the building partly rested, Horton pressed a con o f y our foll y, and t o morrow some one will find your body cealed spring fl.oatin in the river, whi l e the newspapers will print the A portion of the rock swung inward, disclosing a substory of another river myste:i:y." terranean passage The rascal saw with satisfaction the effect produced on Horton stepped inside, dragged in his bu r den, and closed h is prisoner by his words, and he gloated over it. the entrance. Although he hated the very name of Benton, he had never intended to go out of his way to injure Joe, as his r evenge had been satisfied with the wreck of William Ben ton, and the consequent misery it had hrought to the woman who bad discarded him for the more successful suitor. The boy, however, had butted in on him of his own free will; had done him and bis pals a serious injury, and so Hor t on determined he should suffer well for his temerity. The of a red bandanna handkerchief protruding from the boy's jacket pocket caught Horton 's eye. He whieked it out and bound it around Joe's mouth, gagging him effectually. 'rhen he went to one of the sashless windows overlooking the river and flashed the bull's-eye down one of the spiles. 'The tide was low, but still on the ebb. f He noticed the fact with some disappointment. It would be some hours before ttrn tide was up to highwater mark In fact, a couple of hours after sunrise. It would not do to cany out his fiendish plan in the light of day, for there were many eyes along the river front at that hour. He had the alternative of tying the boy down on the mud and letting the water slowly cover his face that way, which would answer the same purpose, so far as snuffing him out was concerned. This could be carried out before sunrise Horton, however, didn't fancy it as much as the other way. It was too quick -in reaching resu1ts. He wanted the boy to feel the approach of death for as 1ong a time as possible. That could only be effected by tying him upright to a CHAPTER XIV. THE ROOST OF THE "NIGHT OWLS." Horton didn't seem to consider a light necessary in that dark passage. lie knew every foot of the way as well as if the place was lighted by electricity Dragging Joe along, he advanced about a dozen feet, until their progress was barred by what seemed to be a dead wall. Horton felt along the stone until his fingers rested on a small h.11ob. Pushing this several times, he waited. In a few minutes a concealed door opened in the wall, and the figure of a repulsive-looking woman appeared in opening, with a flaring oil lamp in her hand. She flashed the light in Horton's face and then, without a word, made way for him to pass with his burden. He entered a roughly finished unclergrouncl room, and deposited his prisoner on the ground 'rhe woman, after closing the door and putting two heavy bars across it, came forward and placed the lamp upon a plain deal table in the center of the room. Joe's eyes roved around the apartment. Besides the table, he saw that it was furnished with per haps a dozen stool!l, a stove, whose chimney disappeared through the roof, a rude kind of dresser filled with c rock eryware, some shelving occupied by odds and ends, and a stout iron-bound chest. There was a door leading into a room or passage be yond.


FACING THE WORLD The woman seemed to have been the only occupant of the place until their arrival. 1 She had evidently been entertaining hcrsell' with a black bottle and a glass, both of which stood on the table. There was a fire in the stove, on top oi which stood a kettle, ancl a pot from which issued the aroma of coffee, while the partly open oven door revealed the presence or a couple of platters contaimng some kind of food, which was being kept warm there. "Have you caught another spy, Ike?" asked the woman, glancing at Joe with a wicked eye. "It's a boy!" she added, in some surprise "An emissary of the cops who shadowed me to the house. I caught him, and here he is," rep l ied Horton, c;arelessly "Does he go the road?" as)rnd the woman. "What else, since I've introduced him to the roost? That, if nothing else, wou ld seal his fate, since he who is not one of us that passes yon doo1: leaves hope behind." "Aye, so he does," replied the woman, with an ugly laugh. "'l'he girl is the only exception, if her friends come to snuff "She was b.rought here drugged, and drugged she will go awa}", if at all. Having no knowledge of where she is, or how she got here, she cannot possibly betray our hiding place "Right," chuckled the woman, showing a hideous mouth ful of yellow and decayed teeth At that moment a bell jingl ed i n the room severa l times in a pe, culiar way. "There's some of the Owls," remarked Horton. Mother Jinks took up the lamp and went to the door, which she unbarred and opened. Two hard-looking men of perhaps twenty -five years en tered. Each carried a bag filled with something which he l aid upon the table Then they glanced inqniringly at the bound and gagged form of Joe. "Another detective?" asked one of them, with an u gly look. "Not quite, but on the same lay," replied Horton. "He shadowed me to t11e house here, and I collared him He's a chap who spoiled a good plant for me, Soates, and Simp son, a while ago, and got us jugged. We escaped a ten year term by the skin of onr teeth, and now me and my pals are goin' to square the account with him He goes the road-you know what that means." They seemed to comprehend his meaning, for they l aughed in a wicked way, and then drew stools up along side the table. "Jimmy and me have had gteat lnrk," said one of them. "We've 'boned a bunch o.r swag that\; worth a small for tune The bags were emptied on the table, and their contents proved to be a valuahle collection of diamond jewelry worth many thousands of dollars. The two crooks exp l ained how they had entered a certain house in the swellest street in 'Bnfl'alo, and had gone through the safe they found embedd d in the wall, with most satisfactory results. After the plunder had been sized up, ancl favorab l y com mented on by Horton, it was restored to the bags, and the / l.iags handed over to :.\Iother .Jinks, to put away in the strong chest, of which she kept the key, and was respo n sible .for the property to the gang. .:.t:oe Benton, in spite of the seriousness of his position noted all that went on under his eyes with not a little curiosity. Although his fate appeared to be sealed, he did / not g i re up all hope that something might happen 'yet save hi.m from the cruel death Horton had mapped out for him when darkness once more shrouded the earth The very fact that the scoundrel had felt obliged to postpone his death for a number of ho u rs was of itself encouraging. At any rate, that's the way the boy 109ked at i t. He wondered in what paTt of this underground roost Grace Fuller was held a prisoner, pending the app l ication to her father for her ransom. He knew from the fact that there was a door at the end of the room that there must be other sections, or apart ments, to the crib. It was beyond that door, if anywhe:i;e, Grace was con-.. fined When the plunder had been disposed of the two c rooks called for something to eat and drink, and the woman immediately placed knives, folks, plates, and cups before them, and produced from the oven a leg 0 l amb, r o as t e d to a turn, with baked potatoes and other incidentals. From the dresser she brought out b r ead and s undry other things Lastly she poured out coffee for them. Horton showed p.o desire to eat, nor did Mot he r Jinks offer him anything in that line At his request, however she broughtout a bott l e of w his kev and a tumbler. He poured out a liberal allowance of the spirits then called for some hot water. The woman took the kettle off the stove a n d s u p pli ed him with all he wanted. In this way he preparM himself a hot toddy, whic h he sweetened with sugar, and drank off with m u ch satisfac tion. Other members of the Night Owls dropped i n and fina ll y Coates and Simpson appeared To the latter pair Horton explained who Joe was, and how he had caught him. The two rascals weie delighteu that the boy, to whom they o'wed suGh a strong grudge, had .fallen into their hands, and they expressed the pleasure they would feel to be pres ent thq.t night, \Yhen he was given his quietus among the spiles outside, at high water. It was now about sunrise, and all hands, except J\Iother Jinks, who retired to the region beyond the door, turned in on mattresses that were taken from a corner where they had been piled up No attention whatever was paid to Joe, who was al lower1 to sleep on the hard ground, 01 stay awake, he chose. In a short time the boy was the only one in the room who w:is not snoring away to beat the hand The desuerate situation in which he was pl aced d rove all thoughts of sl u mber from his eyes, and though h i s body was weary his brain .was active and wid e awake -.J-


FACING THE WORLD. The more he thought over the situation the less chance he saw of any escape from the fate that confronted him. "I'm afraid it's all up with me this trip," he breathed. "That rascal, Horton, seems to have me dead to rights, and I can expect as little mercy from him as I might from a famished tiger that had me in his grasp. Poor Grace, too, must feel terribly unhappy over her unfortunate plight. I wish I could help her outwit her abductors, even if I couldn't escape my own hard lat; but that's out of the question as matters stand. We"i'e both up against it hard, especiapy me, and at the present moment I dont see the ghost of a chance to give my enemies the slip." The hours slipped away slower than thick molasses, and at length, o-rnrcome by the closeness and heat of the room, as well as fatigue, the boy grad1ially sank into a trou bled slumber that lasted well into the afternoon. CHAPTER XV. ON THE THRESHOLD OF FREEDOM. When he opened his eyes once more on the room, and gathered his bewildered senses together, he found that all the Owls, including Horton, had left the roost. The sole occupant of the room was Mother Jinks, and she lay bent, with her arms sprawled on the table, snoring loudly, with the black bottle and a half-filled glass of gin before her. Joe could only see her hunched-up shoulders on the table, and her extended feet under it, from his position on the floor, but he could hear her nasal appendage tooting away like a circus calliope, and he judged that it would take some noise above the ordinary to arouse her. 'rhe boy saw no good reason why he should remain lying on the ground when he could sit up, so he changed his position, and was thereby enabled to see the head and a part of the face of Motjrnr Jinks'. 1 the old woman had no beauty, she had lots of carmine tinted hair, which she usually kept tied up in a kind of Grecian knot on the top of her head At present, boweve1-, the knot had com:e loose, and her hair fell like a red waterfall over her closed eyes and open mouth. After gazing a few at the female guardian of the roost, Joe became conscious that he was uncommonly hungry 'l'his sensation became more acute when his eyes rested on the remains of the cold leg of lamb and a portion of a loaf of bread on the table. In spite of the fart that his span of life had been meas ured off by Horton, and his chance of dying by drowning that night was good, Joe yearned for some of that meat and bread. Bound hand and foot, he seemed to have a small chance of getting any. The desire to appease his hunger was so strong that he began to try to get his hands loose. To his surprise, he succeeded in freeing his hands from the cord after a few tugs. It was then but the work of a moment for him to pull out his 1.'Ulfe and cut the cord holding his together. The next thiug he did was to swoop down on the meat and bread. Cutting off a few hunks o.f the lamb he ate them. He cleaned the bread plate, and. almost finished th, e meat, before he was satisfied. Then, after washing the food down with a dipper of water, he recalled the desperate position in which he stood, and began to think of his own safety. And as he thought of himself he also thought of Grace. He uetermineu to see where she was confined in the roost. iYith this purpose in Yiew, he opened the door at the end of Lhe room and entered another room behind, where he found a bed and articles of coarse female attire that he knew belonged to Mother Jinks. Evidently these were her quarters. Another door caught his eye. He turned tbe handle and .found the door fast. It struck him that the banker's daughter was a prisoner in the room beyond. As he was considering the matter he saw a small bunch of keys hanging from the lock. Turning the big one which was inserted 1 in t}le lock, he opened the door and looked inside the room. A lighted lamp stood on a box, and revealed one other box in the place and a double mattress in the corner, on which was stretched a girlish form, fully dressed, with her face buried in her arms. Joe into the room and glanced down at the pathetic-looking figl1re. Although he could not see her face, he felt sure in his heart it was :i\IisR Fuller. "Grace," he said softly, kneeling down and catching her by the arm. The girl s.12rang into a sitting poature, as if touched by a galvanic shock, and looked in a startled way into his face. "Grace," he said again, "don't you know me?" "Joe Benton!" she gasped. "Yes, I am Joe Ben ton, and I am here to rescue you, if I can." "Oh, Joe Joe I am. so unhappy she cried, bursting into a :flood of tears. "TJ1ere, there! Brace up, Grace! I will try to get ypu out of here." He put his arm reassuringly around her waist, and she, in the excess of her feelings, threw her arms around his neck, and pressed her tear-wet face to his. "Oh, take me away from here, Joe! Take me awayand I will love vou for ever and ever!" "Come, then .. We will go at once, if we can get out of this underground coop. 'l'here is 110 one outside in the room but the old woman, and she is asleep. If we can pass the doors we shall he safe. If we "an't, I will die fighting in your defence. I have a revolver, which the ras cals failed to take from me. They did not search me, for some reason. There are six b11llets in it, and I shall shoot to krll, for it's your safety and my life against theirs." He led the trembling girl out tlnough Mother Jinks' room into the outer apartment, and up to the door 0 the passag!,l, which h unlocked, for the key was in the lock, and then unbarred. Taking the lamp from the table to light their way, they walked through the passage till they came to the outer


. FACING THE WOR L D 25 entrance, the one closed by the rock and s pring only. worked by a { The bullet sfruck his leg, and he went down into the mud H e re Joe found himself at fault, ior he could not open the rocky door. and water among the spiles with a splash. Calling to Grace to follow him, Joe dashed o u t to capt ur e the agile crook. CHAPTER XVI. The spring arrangement he was not acquainted with. After fumbling all over the face of the rock f9r some handle or knob which did not appear to be ther':l, the boy b e g a n to realize that their escape was blocked on the very CONCLUSION. thre s hold of liberty. Simpson struggled to his feet, only to sink down again, To b e found there by some of the returning Owls was to for his leg doubled under him, and extracted from him invit e almo s t certain recapture, though Joe was resolved a groan of agony. that more than one of his enemies would precede him into Joe seized him without regard to his injury, and dragged the nex t world. him behind the inner row of spiles. "Can' t yon find ihe way out, Joe?" asked Grace, anxThe pain of his wounded leg caused the rascal to faint. iously. The plucky boy was, therefore, master of the situation "The e xit is right before us," replied the boy. "lt"'s a He wondered if the shots had attracted notice in the big s ton e that works inwa1c1 on hinges, I should judge. It neighborhood and would bring persons clown there to in fit s s o chsely that I can t even see a crack to show its bounvestigate. claries. It mus t b e held by a spring, which is released by The tide was pretty well up, and the stairs leading up a pu s h button of some kind. Blessed if I can see anything into the building were covered to a lJeight of three or four like a button or knob anywhere around feet. He flash e d the light of the lamp all ove.r the face of Joe saw, however, that the three rascals had come to the the rock without resuJt roost by boat instead of through th.e house. The pu s h-button seemed so well concealed that he The boat was tied to a spile a few feet away. couldn t see it. He hastily lifted Grace into the boat, and was about to As a m atter of fact, no effort had been made to conceal follow, when he thought about the valuable booty the two the button on the inside of the entrance to the roost, but Owls had brought in early that morning, and which he it wmm' t loc ated where a stranger would naturally look had seen Mother Jinks take charge of and lock in the for it, and that Was why Joe did not discover it. chest. While Joe was gazing at the rock in great perplexity, Joe decided that it was his duty to try and recover the and Grace was standing behind him, in a state ot anxious swag, in the interest of the persons from whom it had sus p e n se, the door suddenly and noiselessly opened before been stolen, lest some returning Owl should take alarm their eyes, and the opening was filled by Horton, with at the condition of things before he could bring the police Coates and Simp s on right behind him. there, and remove the plunder to some other place. It would be ha 'rcl to say which party was the most sur Not wishing to leave Grace at the mercy of any rasca l pris ed-Horton and his pals, on seeing their prisoner free, who might happen to turn up while he was inside, and yet and in the act of trying to e s cape from the roost with wishing to retain the revolver for his own protection, Joe their girl c ap Live, or Joe and Grace, on being so unexexamined the pockets of the insensible ruffians for a weapon pect e dl y confronted hy their enemies. of some kind For a moment both sides stood spellbound; then Grace Horton and Coates each had a revolver'in their hip pock-utterecl a scream and Horton a terrible imprecation. ets, and the boy took charge of them and handed them to H e rushed forward to seize the boy. Grace. At the same moment Joe recovered his presence of mind, He found an ugly-looking knife in Simpson's pockE:t, and reaching for the r e volver in his hip pocket, he drew ancl he tossed it into the water. th e w e apon aime d it at Horton, and fired point blank. "Now you wait here till I get back, Grace," he said. "1 'l'h e boy kne w that the case was too desperate for any any of the rascals should appear, shoot at them In that parley with the ra s cal s case I'm bound to hear the shots, and I'll be out in a jiffy." It was s imply his life or theirs. "Why are you going back, Joe?" s he asked, not liking H orto n clapp e d his hand to his breast and sank on the the idea of it. g r o und with a groan. "I've got to get something. I won' t be gone but a few A s Coatr s ancl Simp s on started back aghast at this unminutes." expect e d cl e nou e ment, Joe fired at the stout crook, with Thus speaking, Joe ran back into the passage and made equa ll y d e adly effec t. his way to the room where the old woman was still snoring Indeed, it was impossible for the boy to miss his aim at at the table. I that close range. "I wonder if she's got the key of that chest on her perC o:ltes uttered a cry, and fell against the rocky door, his son?" muttered the boy, as he looked at her. "Maybe it's body k e eping it open. one of those on the bunch in the door of the room where A s Joe s tarted to draw a bead on Simpson, that slippery Grace was confined." rascal turned and ran. He rushed back into the room beyond, seized the bunch ,Toe did n o t mean that he should escape and bring clown of keys, returned; and tried one that looked as if it fitted other Owls on him and Grace, so he stepped over Coates the lock of the chest and fired at the retreating rascal. It fitted all right, and he pushed up the cover. ,...


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


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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.


28 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. A DECEPTION By D. W Stevens. Old John Morgan, the noted banker, was, one day not long ago, waited upon in his office by a brother banker, who re ceived a cordial welcome. I "What can I do for you?" inquired questing his visitors to be seated for panied by his son. Mr. Morgan, after rethe caller was accom-The reply was given in a low tone: "Within an hour past I have heard of a lot of government bonds that can be bought below the market a trifle, sufficiently so to clear a few thousand. I shall want some assistance in making the purchase, and have come to you to ask if you will go into a po1Jl with me?" "Where are these bonds?" "In possession of an estate. I cannot give you full particulars at this moment, and you will have to trust to me to carry the deal through. I ndeed, I cannot say for sure that I can get hold of the bonds at all, although I believe I can." "How much money do you require?" "I have a hundred and fifty thousand of my own that I can put my hands on, and I W{tnt sixty thousand in addition, for which I am willing to return a pro rata of the profits in the transaction." "Very well, Mr. Davis Call on me for the sixty thousand, if you find you need it. Just send your for the sum dated two or three days ahead for it." "It must be in 9ash," said Mr. Davis. "Very well. I will have the sum here in cash." "And my son here will call for it in person if I need it." Mr. Morgan bowed and took a look at the young man. Father and son rose, bowed, and left Mr. Morgan's office. A couple of hours passed. It was drawing near to the hour of three when the handle of the door leading to Mr. Morgan's private office was turned. A young man at once entered. He might have been near thirty, was well dressed, with an affectation of the English style, wore a white stand-up collar meeting close in front of the throat, and carried a cane. His hair was smoothly combed, and his mustache was well kept. This per son moved across to Mr. Morgan's desk, and, holding cane and hat in one hand, he rested the other on the desk, and, as Mr. Morgan turned, said: "Father sent me for the sixty thousand." "Ah! Mr. Davis?" "Yes, sir," was the quiet rejoinder. "I didn't know your father had a son as old as yourself." "He was married, and a father, at my present age," was the reply. "May I request that you keep me waiting as little as possible, Mr. Morgan?" "Certainly. The money is in the safe." A tap of a bell on Mr. Morgan's desk called a clerk from the outer office. "That special package in the safe/' he said, and the clerk bowed and withdrew. Turning to his visitor, Mr. Morgan said: "I presume Mr. Davis sent his check for the sum, as agreed?" The young man gave a start, whether of surprise, or anger at his forgetfulness, was not to be determined just then. He bit his lip. "No, sir," he said, "he did not send it. It must have been forgotten in his haste. Let me see-I can sign a check for you, though, for I have a power of attorney, unless you will accept my word for it that a check shall be sent as soon as I reach the office." "Well! well!" and Mr. Morgan's tone showed that he was annoy ed at what he considered inexcusable carelessness. "Give me a receipt for the money and send me a check as soon as you reach the office." The young man wrote a receipt, was handed a package Mr. Morgan informed him contained sixty thousand dollars, and hastily left the office. An hour passed. Again Mr. Morgan's private office was entered. "Father has sent me for the sixty thousand, and here's his check, dated three days ahead. He has succeeded in making the deal." Mr. Morgan stared at the speaker. "What do you mean?" he said "You were here only a short time ago and got tb.e money." "I?" "Yes, you!" "Impossible!" "Why, man, I gave it to you myself, and there's the receipt you signed for it, saying the check had been forgotten." The young man looked at the receipt with wondering face. Then he slowly said: "There has been crooked work here, somehow, Mr. Morgan. I haven't been inside this office since I was here with my father, and I never signed that receipt." Mr. Morgan stared at the young man in a belligerent way, and one might easily have guessed that the thought in his mind was that he would like to thrash him for lying and trying thus to rob him of sixty thousand dollars Young Davis said earnestly: "I am telling you the truth. You have been imposed upon by somebody, Mr. Morgan!" The banker surveyed the young man carefully. At last be sfowly shook bis head. "It is impossible," he said, "that any two human beings can so closely resemble each other. Why, you are as alike as two peas in a pod, coats, hats, canes, and all." "Still, I pledge you my word that this is the first time I have been inside this office since I left with my father." Young Davis spoke earnestly, and his words bore the ,impress of truth. Mr. Morgan was nonplussed. He summoned a clerk by a tap of the bell, and a few minutes later I was hastening from headquarters to Wall Street, in respoI).se to a summons directing a call at the office of John Morgan, banker. The facts of the case were soon in my hands. Being alone with Mr. Morgan for a minute, he earnestly asked me : "Do you think it possible that I may have been deceived? Is it possible that one man could so disguise himself as to resemble another?" "It is possible," I answ.ered him. "You think, then, that I do -young Davis an injustice in suspecting him of having made two visits to this office?" "I do, sir. Yet I would not be surprised to have it proved that your suspicion was founded on absolute truth. The rami fications of crime are many and various and wonderful." "Do you think there is any chance of getting at the bottl'.lm of this affair?" "I can better answer that question a little later. By the way, in that package of sixty thousand dollars was there any series of bills or any marked or peculiar bills that could be identi fied?" "Not that I am aware of." "Then, sir, I realize thoroughly that I have a bard case be fore me, one of those cases where the solving is more a matter of good fortune than good judgment. Still, I intend to do the best I can." I left Mr. Morgan's office in a brown study. Many peculiar cases had come under my observation, but none containing this element of one person, in broad daylight, personating another and succeeding in getting away with sixty thousand dollars of the money of a banker reputed to be one of the best business men in the city, and, withal, exceedingly careful. As I walked slowly along I pondered the case. If young Davis had been personated who could have done it? Somebody who was intimate with him, was the reply. A strong reason why this appeared truthful was in the fact that nobody save a person standing in close relation to Mr. Davis and his son could have learned of hl.s proposed purchase of the government bonds, and known of the elder gentleman's going to Mr. Morgan for sixty thousand dollars. It being after l:lanking hours, I could do little or nothing until the next day. But that night I watched the residence of Mr. Davis, and shortly after eight saw his son emerge. He sauntered in the direction of Broadway, aud finally en-


FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 29 tered a well-known and sumptuously furnished billiard-room. I followed him. Here I saw him meet a young and well-dressed man, with whom he shortly engaged in a game of nine-pins. As I stood at a little distance, watching them, it struclt me that the two were about of a size, both dark complexioned, and bearing a strong family resemblance. The greates point of dissimilarity was that young Davis had a well-kept mustache, while the other's upper lip was shaved clean. Later in the evening I sauntered nearer, and heard Joe Davis address the other young man as Harry Brewer. The next morning, promptly at ten o'clock, I presented myself at the office of Mr. Davis and inquired for him. "He will not be here for half an hour yet," was the reply. "Will you not wait for htni ?" "Yes." I noticed that Harry Brewer was in the inner office, talking with Joe Davis. The conversation was about the singular deception by which Mr. Morgan had been wheedled out of sixty thousand dollars. At the rear of the business office were two private rooms, separated by a partition scarce more than six feet high. In one of these I was waiting to see Mr. Davis. The two young men were in the other, talking about the deception. Harry Brewer asked: "Where were you at the time this took place?" "I was upstairs in the office of Parsons & Earley. I did not leave there until father sent for me. I then put on my hat and coat and hurried around to his office." "Morgan says the fellow wore a coat like yours-even carried a similar cane, you told me." "Yes." "That's very singular." "Mightily so. Do you know, after getting home last night, an idea struck me that there may be some meat in. Somebody may have been shown into the private office, put on my coat, hat, and taken my cane, and gone out by the private entrance in the rear. There was a pass-key to the rear in my coat pocket, and the fellow might easily have brought my coat back-you see, it needn't have taken him ten minutes from the time of leaving here until the time of getting back." "That can't be the case," I heard Harry Brewer say. "I am positive of that, for I was myself in these rooms during the time you were upstairs with Parsons & Earley. In fact, your father found me here on his coming back, and I went out just as he sent after you." I caugnt my preath. I felt I had struck a clew. Passing from the office, I told the clerk that I would be back shortly, and then went direct to the oAtce of Parsons & Earley, in the same building. I saw Mr. Earley, and him to secrecy, I then asked: "Can you tell me anything of a young man named Brewe:'.'?" "Harry Brewer?" "The same. You know him?" "Yes. He is a nephew of Mr. Davis. He worked for a while for us." "What is he doing now?" "Nothing, I think." "Why did you and he part company?" "Well, sir, in confidence, I will say that we had reason to suspect that he had not always dealt honorably by us, although he had so successfully covered his tracks that we could prove nothing against him through his accounts." "Why doesn't Mr. Davis employ him?" "For no other reason, I think, than that he lacks confidence in him." "But he roams about Mr. Davis' office at pleasure." "Because Mr. Davis is too kind-hearted to kick him out, I take it." This was a not over good recommendation for Brewer. Did it warrant me in taking a decided step? The sum of my reflections was that I must watch Brewer. This I began doing at once. In an interview with Mr. Davis, later in the day, I learned that Brewer had been practically supported by him for some time past, and that he might easily have overheard certain conversation with his son after their return from Mr. Morgan's office. Hence, when I ascertained that Brewer had a large sum of money in his possession I d_id not hesitate to place him under' arrest. lie was remarkably 'eool, and laughed scornfully when I charged him with the robbery of Mr. Morgan. "Very well," said I, grimly, "we'll see how the thing comes out. I want you to pay that gentleman a visit in my company.'' We went to Mr. Morgan's office. Before entering his private office I had a clerk send for Joe Davis, saying that Mr. Morgan was desirous of seeing him. When Joe Davis arrived I forced Brewer to permit my fastening on his upper lip a false mustache, a counterpart of the genuine one growing on his cousin's lip. He did not wish to wear it in the slightest, but a revolver proved to be a persuader that he could not withstand. I had Joe Davis remove his overcoat, and leave his hat and cane in the outer office. Then, accompanied by both, I threw open Mr. Morgan's private door, and, entering, said: "Mr. Morgan, will you be kind enough to tell me to which of these two persons you gave the package containing sixty thousand dollars?" Fof a space the shrewd old banker was nonplussed. Then he began a deliberate and careful study of the faces of both. At last he said, in a tone of firm conviction: "I gave the package to this one!" He pointed at Brewer. The latter protested vehemently that it was not so. "Let me see the-the-a certain paper," I said to Mr. Mor gan. He understood what I wanted, and produced the receipt. I showed a few words to Joe Davis. "Have you ever seen that writing before?" "Yes. It is that of .Bi-ewer there!" We had him fast. He saw that the game was up, and ad mitted the trutlt He had taken Joe's coat and hat and cane, and slipping secretly out by the back way, had come to Mr. Morgan's office, obtained the sixty thousand dollars, and re turning, had successfully returned the borrowed articles be fore the entrance of his uncle_ The young villain had disposed of fifty-nine thousand dol Jars of the money in a .secret place, and, with a sharpness worthy of a better cause, refused to reveal its hiding place unless Mr. Morgan would agree not to press a charge against him. This the banker agreed to rather than lose his money, so the young rascal escaped punishment for the crime. But the story got out, his reputation was blasted, and no body would trust him or have any transactions with him. The result of this was to drive him to crime, and a couple of years later I snapped him up for forgery, and he was sent up to Sing Sing for ten years. A famous scientist, whose early home had been in a coun try district, had long promised to visit the scenes of his boyhood and deliver a lecture in aid of the funds of one of the institutions of the place. At last he fulfilled his promise, and the lecture was given. When, at the close of his lecture, he was conversing with some of the principal promoters of the affair, they warmly him on the facility with which.he made rather technical matter interesting and clear to his uncultured audience. "Oh," said he, by way of explan, ation, "I invariably fix my attention upon that member of my audience who strikes me as having the least intelligent face, and I continue to explain any subject upon which I touch until I see by that person's expression that he understands it." Almost directly afterward the leading public official of the little town came into the room and made his way to where the scientist was standing. "Sir," he exclaimed, "you cannot possibly believe how much real pleasure you have given me to-night. It seemed to me all the time as if your eye was never away from me, that you spoke to me alone, and that your whole wish was to make me understand every word you said."


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HOW TO COOK.-One of the most in struc tive books o n c ooking ev e r publish ed. It. contain s r ec i pe s for cooking m eats, fish, g ame, and o yste r s ; al s o pi es p u d dn;igs, c ak e s and all kinds of pastry, and a .grand coll ect ion of rec ip e s b y one of our mo s t popular cooks. No 37. HOW 'l'O KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for e verybody, boy s girls m e n and women; it will t e a c h yo u how to make almost anything a rou n d the hou se s u c h as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, Aeoli a n harps, and bird lime fo r catching birds. ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A de s cription o f the wond e rful u s es of e lectri city and electro magnetism togeth e r with full instru c ti ons for ma k ing Electric Toys, Batteries' e tc. By G e orge Tre b el, A. M M. D. Con taining o ver fifty l ustrations. No 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL l\IACHINES.-Con full directions for m a king electri cal mac hin e s, induction coils d y namo s. and man y nov e l t oy s t o be work e d by elec t ricity. By R. A. R. B e nn e t t F u ll y illustrated. No_ 67. HOW 'l'O DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-c:';ontaining a large collection of instruc tiv e and h ig h ly a musing electrical tricks together with illustrations. By A. And e r s on. No. 3 1. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing teen illustrations, giving the diff e ren t positions r eq ui s ite to b ecomtJ a good spe aker, read e r and elo c utionist. Al s o containing g ems from an the popular of pro se and poetry, arranged in the mont simple and manne r po s si b le. No. 49 HOW TO DEBA'1'E.-Qlving rul es for co n du cting de bates, outlmes for d e ba te c, ques.tions for discus s ion, a n d tbe b sources for procuring infoonation on the gi v en. S OCIETY. N o. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-'l'he arts ancr w il es or' flirtation are fully explain e d by this little book. Besides the vatio u s methods C)f har.dkerchief, fan, glove, parasol window and hat flirtation, i t con tains a full list of the language and s entiment of flowe r s, w h ic h ia in_teresting to everybody, both old and young. You canno t be happy_ without on e No. 4. HOW 'l' O DANCE is the title of a new a n d handsomo little book just i ss u e d b y Frank Tousey It contains full instruc tions in the art of d a n c ing, e ti q u ette in the ball-room a nd at partie1, how to dress, and full directions for calling off in all popular squue dances No. I? HOW TQ LOVJ!l.-A g u i de t;> love, courtship and marriage, givmg s e nsible advice, rules and etiquette to be ob s erv ed, with many curio u s and interesting thi ng s no t g en erally known No. li. HOW .ro DRESS. -Containing full instructi o n in the art of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving the s e lections of colors, mate1ial and how to hav e them made up. No. 18. 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By P rince of g a m es, s p o r ts card d iversio n s, c omic reci t a t i o n s e tc. sui t abl e .. Hiland. for p arlor or drawing-room entertainment. It con tains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR O W N DOCTOR.-A WOl'.I mon ey th a n an y book pu blis h e d. derful b o ok, con taining useful and piact i c al information in the No 3 5 HOW TO PLAY GAMES.-A compl ete and useful li t tl e treatment of ordinary d isec.ses a n d a ilme nts common to e ve l'J b ook, containing the rules a n d r egulations o f billiards, bagate lle, family. Abounding in useful and eff e c t ive recip e s for general c om ba c kgamm o n. c ro que t. d o min oes etc. plain t s. N o 36 H O W TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW TO C OLLECT STAi.\IPS AND COINS.-Con the l eading conu n dru m s of the d a y, amusing ri'ddle s curious catc hes taining va l uab l e i nfo rmation r ega r d i ng t h e collecting and arrangini; a nd sayin gs of stamps a nd co i ns. illustrated. No. 52 HO\V TO PLAY C!ARDS.-A complet e and handy little No. 58 H O W 'l'O BE A DETECTI VE.-B:v Old King Brady, b ook, giv ii:g t h e rules 1l;nd '\rection s for playin g Euc h re, Cribthe wor lrl-kuown d e tectiv e I n w h i c h h e l ay s down s o m e valuablo b age, Cas rno Forty-Five, ce, P edro S a n c ho, Draw Poke r, aud sens ibl e rule s for b eg inn e rs, a n d al so r e l a t es some adventures A u c tion Pitc h All Fours, and niiny other popular gam es of cards. and exp e ri e nces of w e ll-known d etect i ves No. 66. HOW TO D O P UZZLES .-Containing over three hunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOi.\I E A PIIO'l'OG R APHER.Contall'.I d red interesting puzzl es a n d conundrums, wi t h key to same. A ing u se ful informatio n r e g a rdi ng t h e C a m e r a and how to work it: complete book. Fully illustrated By A. Anderson. al s o howto make Photog r ap hi c l\I ag i c Lantern Slides and o ther Trans p arenc i e s. Handsome l y illustrated. By Captain W. D e W Abney. ETIQUETTE. No. 13. 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