The young Wall Street Jonah; or, The boy who puzzled the brokers


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STORIES o F BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY. e old lady seized the young broker by the shoulder with one hand and with the other she raiaed up her satchel. His startled cry brought Joe in on a r.un, shouting: "Hey! Hey! You have got tbe wrong party!"

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Faine and Fortune Weekly, STORIES OF BOYS Wuo MAKE MONEY llNecl Weekl11-B11 Bub 4cripti on IJ.50 p e r 11ear Entered. acc or din g t o Act of Congre u i n t he 11ear 1909, in the ollu of eAe Liln'GriM of Congreu, Waahington, D C., b11 Frank T01Ue11, PublU.her, U Union Squan, New Yor#, No. 222 NEW YORK, D ECEMBER 31, 190 9 P RICE 5 CENTS. THE YOUNfi WALL-STREET JONAH .. OR, THE BOY WHO PUZZLED THE BROKERS By A SELFMADE MAN CHAPTER I A TRANSACTION IN BOND S. The conversation branched off onto a stock that was showing symptoms of rising, and then the two traders parted "You know Nat Nye?" said Broker Jason, meeting At that moment the subject of the foregoing remarks, Broker Greene on the street one morning. Nat Nye,,a good-looking boy of eighteen, was sitting in a "Son of old man Nye, who represents his father in the revolving chair before his desk in a small newly-furnished J Board-room? Of course. What about him?" office in a Wall Street building. "He has ceased to represent his father at the Exchange." The sign on the upper glass half of the door informed "Has he? How is that?" the public that the tenant of the office did business in "The old man has started him in business for himself." stocks and bonds on a commission basis, and that his spe "The dickens he has! How came he to do that? Why, cialty was Western mining shares. didn't he make him his junior partner?'' said Greene, ap .Af thetime we introduce him to the reader he did not parently surprised. appear to be overburdened with business, for he was lei"I' ll never tell you why he didn't. P'haps Nat wanted to surely paring his nails and occasionally glancing out of be independent of the old man; or p'haps they didn't pull the window well together. Whatever the reason is we are not likly to "So I'm a Jon ah, eh?" he muttered. "That's what dad find it out." calls me, and he said he couldn't afford to have me in his "He seems to be a; clever young fe1low," said Greene. office any longer. I!e says I queer everything I take hold "Rather young though to branch out on his own hook of That's a nice reputation. If it got around the Street I don't se:; how he can expect to do for I might just as well shut up shop; for nobody would have trme to come. I anything to do with me." Oh, well, Rome wasn t built m a day. He hves at N t k d p the late li s t of Wes tern market quotations home, and besides have to call upon left at the office a few minues -before and case he needs any assistance. I wish him lu,ck, though he 11 b t t d .t find that going it alone in Wall Street is not a path of eganf 0 8 yti 1 t k k d d t the door A ew mmu es a er a noc soun e 11 roses." The other nodded. "Come in," said Nat, and a sprucely-dressed stra n ger "I've been through the mill myself in my younger days, walked i n. f Of I "Mr. Nye in? h e sai d and I had a hard fight to secure a ootmg. course, didn't have a wealthy father to give me a boost; !J.nd that's "That's my name. Take a seat," sai d Nat. an advantage that will help Nye." "Is tha t your name on the door?"

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JON AH. "Yes, sir "I understood that Broker Nye was an elderly man, Is there another trader bf the name in WH.11 "Yes, sir. My father. His office is at No. --." The visitor s t roked his moustache, which was long and silky, and studied the boy trader from head to :foot. "Well," he said, "maybe you'll do as well. I have ten bonds of the D. & G Railroad that I want to sell Will you buy them ?" "Let me see the bonds," said Nat The stranger produced them They were $1,000 first mortgage gol d bonds, made out in the name of Bernard French, and Nat, who was s ome thing of an expert on bonds, saw that they were genuine "May I ask if your name i s French?" he inquired. "No; my name is Merwin White." "Pid you purchase the bonds o'f Mr French? "I did Here is a memorandum to that effect," and he took a paper out of his pocket and showed it to Nat It purported to be a sort of bill of sale from Bernard French to M e rwin Whit e transf e rring the ownership of the s aid bonds at the market figure o f 101. It proved nothing to Nat, as h e did not know either Mr. French or his handwriting, but so far as he knew it seemed to be regular "'Have you had the bonds tran s ferred to .you on the company's books?" "No," answe red the call er "If you will leave the bonds and the memorandum with me I'll sell them for you, Mr Whit e and charge you the usual commi s sion." "How long will it take you to do tlrnt ?" "I will attend to the matter right away, and you can drop in ?bout three. I will give you a receipt for 'thetn." That was sati s factory to the vis itor1 who too k Nat's re ceipt for the bdnds and then went awav. "I don't like the looks of that man," thought th e boy brok e r. "'fhere's some thing in his eye that s ugge s ts he is dtrngcrous. He may not have come rightfully by those bonds; and furthermore I have no evidence that hi s natne is Merwin White He is a comple t e s ttang e 1 to m e I'll h ave no troubl e s e llin g those bond('!, but if it s hould turn out that th e y have been stolen th e r e is lik ely to be trouble though as th ese are coupon'. bonds I won't have to make good their value Nat put on his hat and went over to the Exchange to see if any m i ssing bonds of the D & G road had been None natl. Then he called a t h i s father's office, but Nye, Sr had gone to some meeting and was not expected back till three He had a talk with the cashier about the bonds, and that gentl e man told him to sell them on the strength of the bill of sale Accordingly Nat called on a brokerage firm where he was known and offered them the securities at a fraction below the market rate The senior partner of the firm took them and handed Nat his check. I The boy cas hed the check, took the money to his office, and loc k e d it up i11 his safe As he the door to th e s a f e th e office door opened and a cheery looking boy, nE1.I11e d Joe Mill e r, en tered "Hello, Nat, I see ydu're in btisiness l0r youremlf," he said. "Left your father, have you?" "Yes, I'm a full fledged trader myself now," smiled Nat. "I shou l d think you would rather hlive gone in with the old gentleman instead of going it alone." "We can't alway& have things as we want "That's as much as to say that your father doesn't want a junior partner." "He doesn' t want me at any rate." "When he made you his repre s entative at the Exchange I thought he was training you for his partner and ultimate successor." "I thought so too," "Did you have a scrap wlth hint?'' "No, I can't say that I did. We had some words over various matters and then he suggested that I gain further experi ence on the outside. He gave me his check for-well, a certain sum of money, and told me to hire an office i;i.nd hang out my shingle. I'.ve done so, and I hope to show him that I am able to hold my own end up." "I guess you'll do that all right. By the way, I've quit Daly "No, is that so? "Yes. We had an argument over something that hap pened in the office. I didn't like the way he put it ove r m e s o I resigned on the spot." "Then you' re out' of work?"' "That's about the size of it." "If I had anything for you to do I'd give you a job; but a s I've onl y start e d in I haven't enough yet to keep myself busy." Ha ven' t had a customer yet, I suppose?" "Yes, I'v e had ol1e. A fri e nd of yours?" "No, a perfect stranger. He left ten $1,000 bond wifa me for sale and I've sold them. I expect him to call at thre e for his money." "We ll, that' s doing something.'' "Yes I'm not kicking. I bought sotne Idaho Copper thi s morning on the strength of a pointer I got from a friend of min e on the Curb. I expet!t to m a k e s omething out of that b e for e m a n y days So you see I'm not ab s olut e ly on th e ragged edge." "I s hould s a y not. You've a good home and a rich father, s o it doesn't mak e s uch a lot of difference whether you do much bus ine s s or not." "I don't look at it in that light. Every broker in the Street will soon know I'm in bus iness for mys elf, and I've got to make a showing for my own cr e dit. Then I have special reasons for proving to my father that I can make a success of the -bus iness." "You' ll come out all right I wis h I was as certain of my own pro s pects." "Y oti w e re fooli s h to throw up your pos ition before you had anoth e r in view." "I won't say I wasn't; but J or all that I won' t l e t any man sit on my neck jus t becaus e he happ e ns to be my e mployer Well, I'm going down to see Carson, a Curb brok er. I heard h e had a vacancy in hi s counting-room." "And I'm going to lunch so I'll go out with you.'

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. The boys l eft the office together. After lunch Nat went to the Exchange gallery and stayed there till a quarter of three, when he returned to his office. At three o'clock Merwin White, as he called himself, ap peared. "I've sold your bonds," said Nat. "Glad to hear it," replied visitor with a s:qap o f bis black eyes. "I got $1,007.50 a bond The market value is $1,010." "That is satisfactory," replied Mr. White The whole sum amounted to $10,075, less Nat's com mis s ion, and he turned the money over to his taking a receipt for it. After Mr. White had departed the boy entered the trans action in his books as the first piece of businesi:; he had done outside the 2,000 shares of IdahQ Copper he had bought that morning for his private account, at $9 a shar e As he put his books away a newsboy brought him the afternoon paper he had arranged to have l eft at the office. The fir s t thing his eyes rested on was the flaring lines of the robb e r y some time that forenoon of the resi dence of Merwin White "Merwin White!" he exclaimed. "Why that is the name of my customer who left a little while ago with the price of his bonds in his pocket. At least he said that his name was Merwin White. Maybe--" He read every word of the story with great interest,, and before he had got half through he was satisfied that his customer was not the Merwin White who had been robbed. A list of the stolen property was printed and among them was mentioned the ten D & G. railroad bonds that Nat had sold for his customer. That settled it. He had evidently helped the thief get rid o f that part o f his booty. "Great Sc ott he cried wrify first transaction, to o I guess dad must be right about me being a Jon ah." CHAPTER II. A FAMILY SKELETON. "Lord! If I'd only got hold of that paper fifteen minutes earlier I might have nabbed Mister Urook. As it ia he's got away with something over $10,000 in good money, 1and as far as I can see Mr. Merwin will be out that amount through me. That's pretty hard luck to begin business with a deal of that kind. It's going to give me a kind of black eye Well; the only thing I can do is to notify the Police Department at once about the transaction, describe the man who represented himself as Mr White, and let the authoritiea try to him If the y can nab him with the money in his clothes all will be well; otherwiseblessed if it isn't enough to make a chap feel like kicking himself around the block. And yet anoth e r broker might have been deceived ju s t as I was. He looked to be a pros ,perous gentleman, though he did have a bad eye and an ex pression that ought to have put me on my guard. Gee! When I tell dad to-ni ght about it he' s sure to say I'm a Jonah from the word go. I wish I didn't have to tell him, but the re 's no g et ting out of it. The story of the robbery is in the papers, and he will have read it without a doubt, and to-morrow there'll be an to it about how a young broker named Nat Nye, of No. --Wall Street, helped the thief td cash a part of his swag Every broker will be talking about it, and what those who know me, and they are legion, won't say to me about it when they see me isn't worth mentioning." Nat was disgusted with the outcome of the matter, and he felt that he had begun business in a rather discreditable way. He decided that he would call on Mr. Merwin White, the man who had been robbed, that evening after dinner, and make a clean breast of the matter. Then he 'put on his hat, locked up and started for home Nat was spared the humiliation of his father's sarcastic 1emarks about his nrst transaction as a broker, aa Nye, Sr., did not come home to dinner. He 'phoned Mrs. Nye that business of importance obliged him to go to Brooklyn that evening, and so he wouldn't be home till late "How did you get along to-day, Nat'?" asked his mother at the dinner table. "Rotten!" replied Nat, with a great deal of force to the word. "You mean y o u didn't do anything?" "Yes, I di d something, and that's where the tro u ble comes in. "Indeed." I "I bought $10,000 worth of stolen bonda." "You bought stolen bonds I" exclaimed his mother, in surprise. "Why did you do that?" "Because it was my luck to do so, I suppose. Dad says I'm a Jonah,' but I never thought so tW this afternoon," replied the boy with a look of disgust on hia face. "Will you lose $10,000 ?" "I'm not legally bound to make the sum good, but I have some notion of doing so. I am going to call on the gen tieman this evening who lost the bonds through a robbe r y that was pulled off at his house this morning, and have a talk with him. The story of the robbery is in the paper. I'll read it to y .ou when we get through." When the dessert was served Nat took up the paper and read the account of the burglary of Mr. Merwin White's home "The man who called on me with the bonds repreaented himself as Merwin White, and as the securities were ordi nary negotiable ones I took bis word for it. had a memorandum showing that the original owner of the bonds had disp?sed of them to Merwin White I have no doubt that the rascal took the memorandum when he stole the securities. Whether the person who called on me was the thief, or his confederate; I couldn't say, but he certainly had an awful nerve to come back for the money, knowing that the story was in the afternoon papers I guess he figured that I was an easy mark. It makes me mad to think about it." Nat's mother sympathized with him-he was her only son, and whatever he did was all right in her o pinion-but that didn t afford the boy much solace. Shortly after dinner he started for the residence of M e r win on Fifth Avenue. "Is Mr White in?" he asked the servant who answered his ring.

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. He was told that the gentleman was at home. hou s e earli e r in the day?" s aid Mr. Whit e w it h a q u i zzical "I s hould like to see him. Hand him my card," and smile. Nat gave the man his business card. H e was asked in and shown into the parlor. The servant soon came back and told Nat to follow him. H e was taken to Mr. White's library a handsomely furni s hed room on the second floor at the back. That g e ntleman was attired in a smoking jacket and slip pers had a cigar in his mouth, and a newspaper in his hand. He got up a s Nat advanced into the room. To wha t do I _owe the pleasure of this visit?" he in quired in a familiar tone. B efore half the sentence was out of his mouth Nat was s taring at him in some a s tonishment. He reco gnize d the gentleman as the vis itor who had c a ll e d a t his office that day and commissioned him to sell the D. & G. bonds. I beg your pardon, sir, but I guess the errand I called upon was unn e cessary," he s aid feeling greatly r e lieved to find that the man who had represented himself as Merwin Whit e r e all y was th a t per son. Unnecessar y I" said the gentleman, pleasantly. "Yes, s ir ; for I recognize you as the gentleman who call e d a t my office to-day and got me to sell the ten D. & G. bonds, and I d a re say you recognize me as the young broker who figured iR th_ e matt er." 1 "I called at your office to-day I" ejaculated Mr. White, with a puzzled look. You will pardon me for suspecting that I had been impo sed upon s aid Nat, not noticing the gentleman's re mark, "for :fifteen minutes after you went away with the money ,I saw an account in the paper of a robbery that had been committed at the residence of a Mr. Merwin White, and in the list of s tolen articles were mentioned the very bonds I had sold for y<>u. While I did not consider I was legally responsible for the value of the bonds, since they are negotiable, still I felt that an explanation was due you, and if you insisted that I ought to make good I intended to stand the loss, hence this visit." "Sit down, young man," said Mr. White, "and let us talk this matter .over. You say I called at your office to day and had you sell for me certain D. & G. bonds?" "Yes, sir. I guess there is no doubt about it," smiled Nat. The gentleman picked up the boy broker's card and looked at it. "You are Nat Nye?" he said. "Yes, sir." "Any connection of William Nye, broker, No. --Wall Street?" "He is my father. I mentioned the fact to you at the office." The gentleman smiled in a peculiar marier, and it now struck Nat that the expression of his face was different from what he had noticed at the office. His jet black eyes did not have that wicked look in them he had particularly observed before. "So you are s ure I called at your office yesterday and em ployed you to sell some D. & G. bonds that you subsequent ly saw adverti sed a list of property stolen from "Why, of cour s e I'm s ur e," r e plied N a t s urpri sed at the question. "You are the dead picture of my vis itor; bes ides, he said his name was Merwin White, and that's your name. The bonds were purchased by you from a man named Ber nard French, and here is the memorandum of the sale which you left me." "Well, my young friend, a s those bonds were taken this house by a thief before nine o 'clock yest e rday mormng, and the thief has not y et b een caught b y the police, nor my property recovered, will you tell me how I could have those securities to your office yesterday afternooll'?" asked Mr: White. "I' m not good at guessing conundrums, sir, but you did it just the same," replied Nat. "If you were called upon in court to swear to the fact could you do it?" crI could. I can't imagine any reason for you denying the visit." "The only reason I have is that I wasn't at your office yesterday. Until you stepped into this roo:rp. I never had the pleasure of seeing you before." Nat gasped. "At what hour do you say I was in your office?" "You called :first at half-past twelve and left the bonds. Then you returned at three for the money," answered Nat. "I think I can easily establish an alibi. At half-past twelve I was attending a stockholders' meeting of the Dur ham Silverware Company in a building on Fifth Avenue, near Madison Square. I am vice-president of the com pany. I could not very well be in two places at one time. You ll admit that." "Well, if you weren't at my office yesterday afternoon I d give a whole lot to know who the man is who called and looked so like youahat I can't tell you apart." "I think I can explain the mystery." "I wish you would, then." "The person who called on you and represented him s elf as me must have been my twin brother Alfred White." "0 h exclaimed Nat. "You have a twin brother?" "I have, and I'm sorry to say he is not just what I would wish him to be." "Do.you suspect that he committed the robbery in your house?" "I know that he didn't; but your statement convinces me that he had a hand in it indirectly." "I notified Police Headquarters immediately after I read the story in the papers, and furnished the officer at the other end of the wire with a good des cription of the man who got me to put through the bond transaction. As you answer that description as well as your brother, the de tectives are. going to have some trouble in arre s ting the right party. You are liable to be pulled in in his place." "I'm rather sorry that you gave Alfred's description to the authorities, but of course, I don't blan;ie you for doing so. Under the circumstances your promptness is to be commended.,; "Well, it seems evident that your brother had no right to offer the bonds for sale and that I innocently h e lp e d him to secure their money valu e," said Nat.

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. 5 "It would appear so from your statement," nodded Mr. White. "Do you consider me responsible for the amount in volved?" "Hardly. The loss will have to fall on me unless I can find my brother and make him disgorge, which is than doubtful. I am much obliged to you for calling on me and telling me what you have, for I really had no sus picion that my brother was in any way connected with the burglary in this house. I fear he has taken up with even worse company than I know he has been going with. The job, in the opinion of the two detectives who were here looking into 'it, is the work of an expert professional. It seems quite clear from your story that my brother was hand-in glove with him in the work. That is, he put the crook up to it. Furnished him with inside information, and then helped dispose of the plunder. It is a very sad piece of business for. me. Not so much as regards the pecuniary loss involved, as the fact that my own flesh and blood has got so low as to associate with the criminal class." Mr. White spoke with considerable 'feeling and Nat felt sorry for him. "Now, Mr. Nye, I hope you will keep this matter to yourself It is a family skeleton that I would not have revealed for worlds." "I promise you I will not say a word about what. you have told me:;, '."rhank you. I shall consider that you have placed me under a great obligation, and I will not forget it." "If you want to recover the bonds I can tell you the brokerage house to whom I !>old them." "What did you sell them for?" "I sold them for $10,075-a quarter of one per cent. below the market price." "Then as you are a broker I commission you to recover them for me. I will give you my check for $10,100, the present market price, I believe, and when you deliver the bonds you can send your statement with your commission," said Mr. White. "Commission exclaimed Nat. "Do you suppose I would charge you a commission for recovering those bonds? I should say not. I can't help feeling that I am in a man ner responsible for the loss you are put to in connection with their sale." "Forget about it;young man. The next time a stranger brings you bonds for sale you will probably be more cau in dealing with him." "I wanant you I will," replied Nat, with some energy "You are rather young to be a broker, it seems to me. How it you are not in with your father? Does he approve of you going it alone?" "He certainly approves of it for it was at his suggestion I started out for myself. He wants to see what I can do on my own hook." "I see. 'I'hinks you will gain more experience that way. Wants you to learn to rely on yourself? Capital idea! How long have you been in business?" "Just started Yesterday was my first day, and I can't say I am veiy proud of what happened." "You refer to the bonds? Well, don't let that worry you. Brokers are no more infallible than other people." -" 'I'hafs true; but think of the thing happening on my first day ?" "Oh, well, a similar thing might not happtn again iii. ten vears." "i should hope it wouldn't." "I'll keep your card and when I'm in Wall l'Y. call on you." "I should be glad to see you." "I do quite some business down thpre. It is possible I may put something in your way." "I should be very much obliged to you if you would. Well, I won't take any more of your time," said Nat, aris ing. "I thank you for allowing me the pleasure of recover ing the bonds for you." "Don't mention it. I am glad to have you do it for me," said Mr. White, pushing a button in the wall. The servant who admitted Nat appeared and Mr. White told him to show the boy out. As Nat shook hands with the gentleman his eyes accidentally rested on the window. He saw, pressed against the glass 0 the upper sash, which was lowered about a foot from the top, a face the exact counterpart of Mr. White's. He uttered an exclamation. "Look! Look!" he cried, pointing. "Your brother is at the window." Mr. White sprang around, but the face had vanished. The gentleman rushed to the window and threw it open. There was no one in sight; but as the neighboring fence was only a yard away, it was possible for Alfred White, if he had really been spying in at the window of the library, to have made a rapid retreat into the next yard and thus got out of sight. "You are sure you saw my brother at the window?" said .M:r. White .''Yes. I saw the exact duplicate of your face pressed against the glass," replied Nat. The gentleman sighed and closed the sash down. Five minutes later Nat was on the sidewalk waolking homeward. CHAPTER III. FOOLED AGAIN. "Well, i I am a Jon ah this bond business hasn't turned out so bad after all," thought Nat; as he walked along. "I ain relieved of the necessity of making the value of the securities good, and Mr. White shows his confidence in me by giving me his check for $10,100 to get them back. No one need know that I actually paid the money to the accomplice of the thief, and so I will sav;e my reputation. Gra cious How much alike those two brothers do look! The only difference i s L:: expression of their faces and the look of their eyes. Alfred White is evidently the black sheep of the family. It is rather a low trick to help a professional crook to rob your own brother; but tougher things than that are happening every day in a big city like this. I'm afraid Alfred White will see his :finish if he doesn't give up his crooked associates." When he reached home he told his mother that he had fixed up the bond matter with the owner of the securities, and would not have to make good their price.

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6 THE. YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. .-==:=-...:====.::.:=------------=-.:._ ....... __ He said nothing about the White family skeleton, consequently his mother remained in ignorance of the true facts of tht case. He told her not to say anything to his father about the matte:r:, as things hag been so arranged that his slip up was not likely to become known to his disadvantage Next morning at breakfast he told his father about the incident in a general way, leaving him to believe that he had not actually fa'1len into the trap Alfred White set for him. Of course he was careful not to intimate in any way that his office visitor and the gentleman who had been robbed were brother&, so Nye, Sr., believed that it was the crook who had committed the robbery who tried to take advan tage of his son. Nat had sold the bonds to Howard Waters & Co., and as soon as he got .down town he called on Mr Waters and told him that he wanted the securities back. Having cashed Mr. White's check he had the money in his pocket to pay for them at the market price of 101. Mr. w;ters knew now that the bonds had been stolen from their rightful owner, and expecting to have trouble about them intended to communicate with the young broker and learn the exact particulars of the case. Nat's offer to buy them back simplified matters, and the broker was onlJ too glad to accommodate him. When the young broker told him that he wouldn't lose anything through the transaction, Mr Waters supposed that the boy had not paid the money over to the man who brought the securities to him to be disposed of, and con gratulated him over the fact. Nat was glad that he took that view of the matter for it saved his credit, and returned to the office with the bonds. He found a detective from Police Headquarters waiting to interview him. This was the outcome of his telephone message to the Department. He had teported that his customer had got away with the value of the bonds and he found it a difficult matter to conv_ ince the sleuth that he had been too hasty in send ing such a message "I've got the bonds in my possession," he said, "and have seen Mr. Merwin White about them. I shall deliver them to him to-night." The detective wanted to see the securities and Nat exhib ited them. After satisfying himself that they were the stolen bonds he said he'd take them with him and turn them over to the Department Nat declined to let him have them on the gro und that he was bound to hand them over to the owner according to an agreement he had made to do so. The detective then asked him for a full description of the man who had brought the bonds to him. Nat gave it to him, but knowing that Mr. White did not want his brother arrested in connection with the robbery he purposely refrained from making an accurate outline of Alfred White. The sleuth, however, had a copy of what Nye ha.d tele phoned over the wire about the man, and comparing the two descriptions called the boy>s attention to certain crepancies in them. .==::-================== Nat squeezed out of the matter the best way he could, without exciting the officer's suspicions, and the detective finally departed. The young broker ran the gauntlet of many traders he knew well that day, every one of whom had learned through Broker Waters, or his partner, of Nri' t's experience with the stolen bonds, and they congratulated him on his escape from trouble. About three o'clock, as he was reading an afternoon Wall Street daily, his door opened and to his surprise Mr. Mer 'Jin White walked in. At least he believed it Mer:win White, for it didn't seem probable that Alfred White would visit him again after getting away with the value of the bonds. "Well, young man, I've dropped in as I said I would when I was dow+J. this way," said, his caller, and those words relieved him of any doubts he had as to the real identity of the man "I'm glad to see you, Mr. White," said Nat, effusively. "Take a seat." "You've a fine little office here," said the gentlem:m, looking around. "Yes, it's all right for a start," replied Nat. "This is your second day in business, I believe?" "Yes, sir." "Could you recommend me any good stock that I could take a flyer in?" "Well, there are several that look pretty good for a rise. A. & M. for one. It is down to bed rock and I've heard two or three brokers say it is due to go up." "You make a !!pecialty in mining shares, I see?" "I do. I had entire charge of that branch of my father's business, and I may say I am pretty well acquainted with the standing and values of Western mines." "Can you recommend anything in that line?" "Yes; Idaho Copper is a prqmising stock to take hold of now. I've got 2,000 shares myself. It is going now at $9.25 a share, and will be higher." "I will consider it, and perhaps I will give you an order to buy me some of it. I am more interested in mining than railroad shares "The sooner you buy Idaho Copper the better, as it will surely advance right along. It is liable to be up to $10 to-morrow." "If I decide to buy some I'll be down to morrow, or send you the order by mail, accompanied by my check," said Mr. White. "By the way, did you get back my bonds?" "I did. I've got them in the safe now. WU} you take the:i with you?" "I might as well, and I thank you for recovering them." "That's all right, Mr. White. Happy to be of service to you." Nat got the envelope containing the securities from his safe and handed them to his visitor. A look of satisfaction flashed from Mr White's eyes as he took the package. Nat saw it, and then for the first time he noticed the same wicked look he had seen in Alfred White's eyes. "He's got the same expression that his brother has, after all," thought Nat. That practically completed the likeness of the two broth ers and made their identification all the more difficult.

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. There was some difference in their attire, however. Alfred wore a smart business suit and a derby, while his present visitor was attired in a Prince Albert coat, and had a silk hat. He had noticed the day before that Alfred sported a ruby ring in a heavy gold setting on the little finger of his right hand. A similar ring, so exactly like the other that there ap peared to be no difference between them, was on his caller's little finger Nat wondered why the brothers did not wear the rings on different hands as that would serve as a kind of identifi cation. While he was considering the matter, Mr. White got up and said he must get up town to keep an important engage ment. Nat wished him good afternoon, and said he hoped he would call again soon. His visitor promised to do so and departed. Hardly had he gone when Joe Miller walked in. "Hello, Joe," said Nat. "Hello, Nat. I dropped in to tell you that I've caught on at Carson's." "Glad to hear it, old man." "I'm going to work on Monday. I'm going to get $2 "Twins I should say they were twins. They're the dead picture of each other." "That was Alfred White you saw. He's got a great nerve to venture down in Wall Street after what happened yester--" Nat stopped abruptly as he became conscious that he was saying too much. "What are you talking about? What happened yester day?" "I can't tell you. It's a private matter. The two brothers are wonderfully alike." "They certainly are," said Joe "It's a wonder they wouldn't dress differently so their friends can tell them apart." "They do. The one you saw had a business suit and a derby hat on." "No, he didn't. He had a Prince Albert and a silk dicer, just like the man who left your office when I came along the corridor." "He did!" exclaimed Nat, in surprise "Why, yesterday he-" He stopped again and looked at Joe. "Well, why don't you go on?" asked Miller. "What were you going to say?" "Nothing much. Merely that when I saw Alfred White yesterday he was dressed as I stated-in a business suit and more a week, too, so you see I haven't lost anything bv cutd b ,, tin loose from Dal a er Y ,fy 1 k ,, y "He didn't have the same clothes on to-day, then, if that "Sou rehuc 'Y h I was Alfred as you say. You seem to know them pretty ay, w o was that man w o JUSt le t your office?" 11 "Mr. Merwin White. That's the gentleman whos: Fif.th we"Yes I know them," replied Nat evasively A_ venue house was looted of a number of valuables, mclud"A 'th b k ?" ing some D. & G. bonds, yesterday morning-. You must "Nre Mey Werhs:t t l"st I beli"eve h d b h o. erwm 1 e is a cap1 a i I couldn't ave rea a out it m t e paper vesterday afternoon. The h t b f h" b th follo s t h .say w a usmess, i any, is ro er w s ory wa m t e mornmg papers, too. a At that uncture there came a knock at the door. that I had sold the stolen bonds for the thief or his accom" 0 J ,, d N t l" ,, ome m, sm a P ice. To his great surprise in walked his late visitor again. "You!" exclaimed Joe, in surprise. Joe glanced at him as Nat jumped up. "Yes; but what the papers say isn't always so, you Before the young broker could open his mouth the caller h"Ilow." said, extending his hand: "Then how came the report to be printed?" "Well, young man, I dropped in as I said I would when "Because the bonds were brought to me to be sold, and I I came down town." notified the police of the fact. Nat looked at him in surprise. "Ob, I see. Seems funny that the man who had the Those were the very words he had utter'ed when he made bonds should have brought them to you, a brand new his appearance before. broker." What did this repetition of his original greeting mean? "I think he intended to go to my father's office, and getAll Nat could say was: ting into this building by mistake and seeing the name "I'm glad to see you back, sir. Take a seat." 'Nye' on the door, concluded he had struck the right office." "I guess I'll get on," said Joe, feeling that he was in 't'I ;youldn't be surprised Persons looking for your the way. "I'll see you to-morrow perhaps." father, and not having his number, not unlikely-io drop "All right," ,replied Nat, and Joe departed. in on you The I spoke about this visitor of yours "You've a nice office here, Mr. Nye," said Mr. White, is that I saw him down on Broad Street on m:v way here, "but may I ask what you meant by saying that you're glad and I'm rather mystified to make out how he got here ahead to see me back?" of me." "Why, because, you were here only about fifteen minutes "You saw him on Broad Street! When?" ago." "About fifteen minutes ago." "I was?" smiled the visitor. "Not to my knowledge I "You didn't see him, for he was in here talking to me wasn't." fifteen minutes ago." "What!" gasped the astonished boy. broker. "You "I'll swear I saw a man who looked as like him as one weren't here a little while ago?" pea is to another," asserted Joe. "No. I was down on Broad Street at that time." "Then you must have seen his brother-they are twins." I "Good lord! Then you are Mr. Alfred White."

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8 THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. "No. I'm :Merwin White, the gentleman you called on did he come to know that you had promised to call on me last evening at his home." when you came to Wall Street?" "Impossible Mr. Merwin white left here a quarter of "How? By overhearing our conversation in the libraan hour ago, and I thought you were he. You are both ry. Don't you remember that you called my attention to dressed alike to-day so I can't tell you apart. Yesterday the fact that you saw his face at the window?" you wore a business suit and a derby, now--" "By George! You're right. He determined to get those "Excuse me, young man, but I never wear a busines s I bonds away from me by passing himself off again as you; suit and a derby That is the way my brother Albert and to disarm any suspicion I might entertain he drEjssed dresses. I always wear a silk hat a.pd a Prince Albert to himself ju s t as you do. The only mistake he made was to distinguish l)lyself from him." wear the ruby ring. Had I been aware that you did not Nat was paralyzed at his words own a similar ring that error would have queered him; but "Do you mean to say you are not Alfred White?" I didn't know, and so he got away with the goods." '!Certainly I am not," replied the visitor, evidently sur"My brother is evidently a very slick card," said Merprised. win White. "He is learning new tricks every day. He was "I wish you could prove it for very important reasons." born with a vicious streak, and therein lies our family "What are the reasons?" trouble He has done enough against me to put him be On account of those bonds which you, if you are Merhind prison bars, but he knows I will not prosecute him, win White, commissioned me last night to recover, and and takes every ad"antage of the fact. What I fear is handed me your check to pay for them." that }ie will get caught at some crooked work by others, "What have the bonds to do with my identity?" who will not be as lenient with him as I. Exposure and "A great deal, because I--" disgrace would follow, and it would almost break my heart He stopped and stared at the little finger of his viSitor's to see him sent to prison, for unscrupulous as he is, still right hand. he is my twin brother, and I would do anything in the The ruby ring which had caught his eye before was world to save him from the consequences of his follies." .rnissing. Nat regarded his visitor with a sympathetic eye. "What are you looking at?" He als o thought he deserved a certain amount of sym" I'm looking for the ruby ring that was on you r finger, pathy himself for being twice imposed upon by Mr. White's or on your--" rascally brother. "My brother wears a valuable ruby ring on his little What interested him most at that moment was how to finger." guard against a possible third attempt at the same game. "Then it must have been your brother who was in here "Your brother may take it into hi s head to work me a while ago." again, Mr. White," he said. "He certainly has no lack of "It certainly wasn't I." nerve, and probably he has sized me up as an easy mark. "And you are really Merwin White and not Alfred?" Can you give me some infallible sign that identify him The gentleman pulled a bankbook and some letters out under any circumstances?" of his pocket. "The ruby ring is one." "I am, and there are proofs of the fact," he said. "I know; but he can easily take it off." "My gracious!" cried Nat, dropping into his chair, "of "The expression qf his face and the look of his eyes is all the Jonahs that ever existed I am the top notcher. different-but not always I'll admit." Your brother has got hold of those bonds again, and I gave "I have noticed both, and s till was taken in to-.clav." them to him he was you." "I can give you one P.Ositivo means of identification, but CHAPTER IV. THE MENDED NOTE. "Do you mean to say that my brother called on you again, and that mistaking him for me you gave him those bonds that you re covered at my orders?" asked the gentleman. "I do mean it." "Upon my word this is a most remarkab l e state of affairs." 1 1'I was completely deceived, for to begin with he was dressed differently to what he was. yesterday He looked exactly like you do now, with a silk hat and a frock coat. Th e only difference is that he wore a ruby ring on the little finger of his right hand and you do not. Then he addressed me just as I would exp ect you to do, and referred to the promise you made me last evening to call and see me when you came down town In fact the exact words you did on entering. And then, after some conversation, he asked me in an off. hand way if I had recovered the bonds, and how you must promise me on your word of honor that you will not use it to get him in trouble." "I promise." "I will trust you, Nye, for I believe you are a boy of honor. Look well at my thumbs." "I am looking, sir." "They are perfect, are they not?" "They are." "My brother bears a slight red scar on the thumb of Ms right hand here He g.ot cut when a boy, and the mark will remain as long as he lives. When you see that scar on the thumb of one of us you will know you are in the pre sence of my brother Alfred. It is the best test I can offer yon." "Thank you, sir. I think it will answer the purpose." "So he got possession of those bonds of mine again?" 'I am sorry to say that he did." "I will take the best means possible to prevent him from disposing of them a second time. I will see that every Exchange is notified, and that will bring them to th e attention of th e brokers in different parts of the country. I will also write to the secretary of the railroad company

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. 9. in Chicago, informing him of my loss. I think my brother, or any one else, will find some difficulty in selling the bonds." "I regret that I am the cause of giving you so much trouble," said Nat. wony about it. The circumstances excuse you." During the conversation that succeeded, Nat called Mr. White's attention to Idaho Copper, and suggested that he couldn't do better than buy some of it. The gentleman thought his suggestion good and gave Nat an order to get him 3,000 shares at the market price which was 9l He wrote his check for the sum necessary to cover the transaction and then took his leave. As it was nearly half-past four, Nat locked up and went Next morning h-e bought the Idaho Copper shares for Mr. White, and an. hour after he got them the price was up to 9}. Soon aft e r he came back front lunch Broker Greene walked into his office. "How are you, Nye?" he said, cheerfully. "So this is your den?" "Yes this is where I hang out. Take a seat and make yourself at home." "How ame you to start out on you:r own hook?" "To extend.my sphere of usefulness." "Couldn't you extend it in your father's office?" "Not very well."' "Is this your first week here?" "It is." "Doing anything?" "A little." "I suppose you've got time to execute a small commission from me." "Yes, sir; I'm entirely at.your service ." "I want you to call on a little old man in the Bronx, namedBrett, and try to buy 1,000 shares of Westchester Traction stock that he owns. It is worth 39 to-day, but you can offer him as high as 42 if he refuses to take any less. Should he turn that figure down, go to the nearest drug store that has a pay telephone and call up 900 X, Manhattan. I will come to the 'phone and talk with you. Here is Brett's address. He will doubtless ask you you are buy ing the s tock for. Tell him for a customer of yours. If he asks you how you found out he had the stock, you must say that you found out through the secretary o.f the company." "All right. Shall I find him at home now?" "You might, but you needn't go up to his place until three. If you go sooner you would be unable to catch me at the telephone number I've given you." "Very well, I'll start a little after three if nothing pre vents." Mr. Greene nodded. "How is payment to be made to this man Brett in case he's willing to sell at 42 or lower?" "I will send you a certified check for $40,000, made out to your order, and $2,000 cash. 'l'he check will not be signed by me but by a friend of mine. Under no cir cumstances must you let on that I am interested in getting the shares. You will go ahead just as if you had received this order from a customer of yours." "I understand. Your name shall not figure in the mat ter at all," replied Nat. "In case you make the deal you will deliver the stock to me in the morning with your statement, charging t_he usual commission," said Broker Greene, rising and then taking his leave. Shortly afterward Nat went down to the Curb market and hung around there till it closed at three. Idaho Copper was the chief attraction, and it advanced to 10l At three a messenger brought him an envelope contain ing a certified check for $40,000, and two $1,000 bank notes. At twenty minutes after three Nat closed up his office, walked down to Hanover Squa;re and took a 'J.).ird Avenue elevated train for the Bronx station neare st !I>" his d est ina tion. He had quite a walk before him when he left the cars, and it was after five when he rang the bell at the gate in a stone wall surrounding the house where Mr. Brett lived, in an ancient mansion built during the time of the Revolu tion. In the course of five minutes a sliding wicket opened in the gate and the face of an old woman appeared at It. "What do you want?" she asked in a tone by no means amiable. "Is Mr. Abel Brett at home?" Nat inquired. "Yes." "I'd like to see him." "What's your business with him?" "Hand him my card, please," said the boy broker, shov-ing his pasteboard in at the wicket. The woman took it, shut the.slide and went away. Nat stood there nearly ten minutes before she came back. 'l'hen she opened the gate and admitted him. "Follow me," she said, starting for the house which s tood back in the midst of its grounds. The place would have been attractive had it been well cared.for, but it wasn't. The front door stood ajar and Nat followed his guide into the house. He found himself in a wide hallway with a low ceiling, and furnished with a couple of stiff settees on either side. At the back of the hall was a staircase, very wide, wifo. a landing at about every six steps where it made a turn. The woman marched up the stairs and Nat kept close behind her. She introduced him into a large room on the second floor at the back of the house. The furniture and decorations were old-fashioned and dull with age. Before an open fireplace sat a little old man in a dress ing gown, toasting his toes in the heat of the blaze. "Are you Mr. Brett?". asked the young broker. "Yes," was the reply, as the speaker eyed his visitor sharply. "A customer of mine is looking for 1,000 shares of Westchester Traction stock. through the secre tary of the company that you have that amount of it, I took the liberty of calling on you to see if you would sell

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10 THE YOUNG WALL STREET JO}fAH. your stock. My customer will pay a point above the market price, which at present is 39." "Oh, he will," grinned the old man. "What's his name?" "I'm not at liberty to mention his name." "Well, you can't do any businees with me, leastways under 42, and I ain't sure I'll sell at that." "The stock isn't worth 42," said Nat. "It's worth that to me." "Wouldn't you take 41 ?" "No, I wouldn't." Nat saw he had a hard proposition to handle, and rather doubted the success of his mission. He offered 41!, but the old man wouldn t listen to it. Finally he agreed to pay 42 for the shares "I tho1ight you'd coine to it," chuckl o d Brett; "but since you've raised your figures I'll raise mine. You cau have the stock at"1:3." "No," replied Nat "l am not authorized to go a cent above 42." "Well, then, it's no sale." "All right," said the young broker. "I'm sorry we can't come to terms; but 42 is absolutely my limit." "P'haps you'll give 42f," said Brett, eying the hoy a moment or two. "If I were buying it for myself, and wanted it bad enough I might close with you; but as I'm acting for another, under his instructions, I cannot offer you more than he's willing to give." "Did you bring the money to pay for the stoclf?" "I brought a check." "I wouldn t take a check." "It's certified by the paying teller of the Manhattan Na tional Bank, that makes it as good as cash, for the bank guarantees payment." "That's different. Let me see the check." Nat showed it to him The old man first scanned the signature and then re ''This is only good for $40,000," he said "I know it. I have $2,000 in cash in my pocket to add to it. "Well, you can have the shares, though I think I'm a fool for selling at le 'ss than 43." "How can you be? Yo u are getting $3,000 more than the market price "I know it; but tlie price might rise higher than 42 in a day or two.'' "It might .and again it might not. It's all a l ottery, the market is. The stock closed to-day at 39. Well, if you want to make $3,000 easy and still have 1,000 shares of Westchester Traction, all you need do is to hand me your shares and this check and the $2,000 cash. 'l'hen in the morning go straight to Wall Street and buy 1,000 ehare!J of Westchester Traction at 39; if you can get it.'1 "That's so. I didn't think of that. It's a goocl idea, but I don t want any more stock. I want the money. I'll g e t you the certificate, and that will let me out of the stock business for good." The old man got up and walked slowly out of the room into an adjacent one. Presently he returned with a cerflficate o.f stock in his hands. Nat handed him the check and the $2,000 in money. The old man turned the two $1,000 bills over in his fingers, looking at them carefufly. "Here, what's this?" he exclaimed "This one has been torn in two and stuck together with red paper." "That doesn't hurt it any," replied Nat, observing the way the note had been repaired. "It's good, and will pass as easily as a new one." "Maybe so--maybe so," said the olO. man; "but I don t like it. That mark looks lik e blo9d, and I hate blood. It's shaped like a coffin, too. Ugh!" "You'll have to accept it, ::is I haven't another to ex change for it. You can put it in your ban.le to-morrow The bank will take it and probably send it to Washington to be redeemed for a new one," said Nat, who thought noth ing of the coffin-shaped strip of deep red paper that held the two pieces of the note ,together. The old man kept looking at it as if he didn't like it and didn't want to take it as parl payment for the certificate "I'll take it if you promise to bring me a brand new one to-mo rrow, and take this one away," he said reluc tantly. "I don't want a bill like that in the house." "I will if you insist, but what's the use? You'll have to deposit that check _for collection in your bank, and you can deposit both notes with it. Why should you keep them abol,lt the house? They're too large to be readily changed, and a thief might get in here and rob you of them. It's foolish to take any chances when there is no n ee d of it." "I will do as you say," replied Mr. Brett. "I will put the check and the two notes in my safe till the morning and then I'll deposit them in the bank where I have a small account, but I don't like banks. They fail and then you lose most of your mon ey Will you write down the numbers of these notes for me?" "C&rtainly," replied Nat, proceeding to do so. "Now write down the number of the torn note again and take it with you. If the bank should refuse it I will call on you for another." Nat wrote the number in his memorandu,m book. "Now notice how it is repaired so there wi11 be no mis take about it if I have to return it to you. See, there is a stencil mark across the red paper. What does it say?" "Washington Trust Co.," replied Nat, looking at the stenci l closely. "The same stencil is on the other hill, too. That proves how good both are." The young broker took his receipt for the money put tlie certificate in his pocket, wished the old man good even ing, for it was now dark, and was shown out of the gate by the sour-looking old woman. CHAPTER V. WAS NAT THE OLD MAN'S JONAH? "Thank goodness the Jonah hoodoo hasn't worked in this case, or I'd have made a failure of my mission, the n :j:'d have lost $125 commission," thought Nat, as he walk e d toward the station "I've bee n' a Jonah to Mr. Merwin White, however If he suspected that I am handicapped by an unlucky streak he wouldn't have anything more to do with me. He's bound to make money out of Idaho Copper,

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THE YOUNG WALL STREE'l' JONAH. 11 though, or all signs go for nothing. I'd rather see him mak e it than make it myself as things have turned out, for he's a nice man, the very opposite of his rascally twin brother. I'm glad I know how to identify Mr. Alfred now. He won't be able to work any more crooked games on me after this. He'll see his finish some day in spite. of his brother's regard for him. If he's in with a crook, as seems evident, it will only be a question of time when he'll be caught and sent up the river." Dinner was nearly over when Nat reached home, but he got some, explaining to his father and mother the business which had detained him. "I suppose you don't know who Greene is buying West chester Traction for?" asked his father. "No, sir." "It mu st be pretty scarce when the purchaser was willing to pay three points above the market for it. There's some-thing in the win(i." "I wouldn't be "I remember now I saw in the paper some time ago a paragraph w.hich stated that a number of big stockholders were dissatisfied with the management of the road. They may have met together, formed a coalition to try and secure a majority of the shares for the purpose of ousting those at present on the inside at the annual meeting which comes off next month," said Nye, Sr. "I dare say you're right, sir. The opposition faction of a railroad is always ready to pay a good price for stock to complete the amount they want." That closed the discussion, and Mr. Nye soon after went to his club. Next morning when Nat came down to breakfast he picked up the moming paper to look over the general news. On the first page, under a oig scare heading, was the account of a murder committed the previous night in the Bronx. Nat didn't take much interest in murders. They were pretty frequent, in one form or another, in New York and vicinity. He merely intended to glance over the heading and get a general idea of the crime without going into the particulars. He had read put a few words before he came to the name of the victim. He gave a gasp, for it was Abel Brett, the old man he had called on the previous afternoon, and purchased the certifi cate of Westchester Traction stock from. "Good gracious!" he exclaimed. "What was that poor old fellow killed for?" According to the facts obtained by the reporters Abel Brett lived in the old Waite Revolutionary mansion with his housekeeper, Mrs. Bunn, a woman of sixty, as his only companion. About midnight the old woman was awakened by a noise at the window of her room. Sitting up in her bed she saw that t1ie lower sash had been raised and a big masked man was in the act of step ping into her chamber, while a second man, also masked, was behind him awaiting his turn. She tried to scream, but terror deprived her of the power to do so. The big man flasb,ed a dark lantern on her, and seeing that she was awake he drew a revolver and advancing to th e bed threatened to shoot her if she made a sound. She said the moon was shining brightly at the time and she saw the figures of both men plainly. As the second man got in his mask fell off and she saw his face, which she declared she would know again under The men bound and gagged her, and then left her half dead with fright. In a short time she heard a cry from Mr. Brett's room, and this was followed by thei muffied report of a revolver. She heard nothing more for some time, and then the sound that reached her was the banging of the front door. Believing the men had gone away she struggled to release herself aRd fortunately succeeded. The first thing she did was to rush to Mr. Brett's room. He was not there. Then she went into the adjoining apartment where his desk and safe were. There she found her master stone dead on the floor with a bullet wound in his heart. T _he safe, which was merely a strong box without a com bination lock, was open and a bunch of keys belonging to the old man hanging in the lock. It had been rifled of everything valuable. She immediately rushed to the telephone in the room and notified the police When subsequently questioned by a detective she could throw no light on what the safe ha.d contained, as her master had never confided his private affairs to her. She did not believe he had much money in the house, as more than once he had given her to understand that he was short of funds. She believed, that he had bonds and other securities from which he realized a moderate income. If this part Qf her statement was true the burglars and murderers had carried them off, for nothing of value was found in the safe. r',. She was able to furnish the police with a pretty accurate description of the rascals which was not given out for publication and the detectives believed they would be able to round the men up before long. That was the story and Nat was greatly interested in it. "I guess I can give the police a pointer that ought to be of great advantage to them. I can tell them that the old man had at least two $1,000 bank notes in his safe, one of which, the repaired one, t l can fully describe, even d?wn to its number, which the old man's forethought supplied me with. He also had a certified check for $40,000. This will be of no use whatever to the rascals, as I will see that its payment is immediately stopped. The scoundrels will lose no time in trying to change the big notes, so some action ought to be taken at once to head them off. I will drop in at Police Headquarters on my way down town and tell what I know," and Nat began to eat his breakfast hurried ly. When his father and mother came to the table Nat handed the former the newspaper with the remark : "Another murder, this time in the ; Bronx, dad." 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12 THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. "You' ll be astonished to hear that the old man who was murdered is the very one I called on yesterday afternoon and bought the 1,000 share Westchester Traction certifi cate from." stopped at the bank before I came here and had payment held up." "You don't mean it!" exclaimed his father, amazed. "It's a fact, sir. You remember I said his name was Brett, and that he lived in one of the oldest residences in the Bronx." "Yes." "And that he had a sour-looking woman for a housekeeper." The broker nodded. "You'll find it all in the paper. Well, I'm goipg to the police right away," and Nat explained the nature of bis errand. "Your information ought to be of great value toward the apprehension of the villains," said :his father. "I hope so. That note should lead to their capture." "It can readily be1identified from the complete description you are able to give of it." "Pretty hard luck for an old man to be killed just as he came into cash enough to make him independent for the rest of his life." "I'm afraid you proved a Jonah to him,'' chuckled his father. "Go'dd Lord Don't say that, dad. unlucky enough as jt is," said Nat, rising from the table and preparing to go downtown. Within thirty minutes he was at Police Headquarters, his story about the bus iness be had transacted with the murdered man, and explaining the peculiarity of the marked $1,000 bank note. The information he imparted was considere\l very im portant, and likely to prove the means of running down the villains. From Police Headquarters Nat went straipht to the Man hattan National and had an interview with the cashier. The result of it was that payment of the certified check was stopped, the bank holding the money in the interest of Brett's estate. Nat then proceeded to Broker 1 Greene's office to deliver to him the 1,000-share certificate of Westchester Traction stock he had purchased from Brett. He was into the trader's private room. Not having received a message from Nat over the 'phone, Mr. Greene calculated that the boy broker had secured the shaJ'es. E;e was much astonished to read in the morning paper about the old man's 1 tragic end, and awaited Nat's visit with some impatience. "Well, Nat, what luck?" he asked the boy. "I've got the stock, sir, but I had to pay 42 for it. In :fact, Brett wanted 43." "That's all right; but isn't it singular that the old man was killed a few hours after you put the deal through?" "Yes, it is." "It would seem as if the burglars were aware that he had received a large sum of money at an hour that pre cluded him from depositing it in the bank." "I know you did, for I 'phoned the bank on the subject myself, and was told that you had just been there on the same errand. The rascals got the $2,000 in cash, however." "Yes; but as one of those notes was mended in a peculiar manner, and I have furnished the police with a full description of it, even to its number, it may lead to their detection." "I hope it will, for their crime was a ms>st outrageous one. Did you bring your statement with you?" "No, I'll send it to you some time to-day." "Do so." As there were a number of persons in the ante-room waiting to see Mr. Greene,. Nat left as soon as he had passed the certificate of Westchest e r Traction to the broker. Nat spent his time that day between his office and the Curb market. Idaho Copper continued to be the chief attraction, and it made steady advances, finally closing at 12. 'rhe aftern9on newspapers bad the story of Nat's visit to the murdered man a few hours before his untimely death, intimated that the young broker had furnished the police with a valuable clue that was expected to lead to the arrest of the perpetrators of the crime. The papers that devoted space to financial news had a good deal to say about the rise of Idaho Copper, and prophesied a general boom in all copper properties. The resuit of this was that the Curb market did more business in copper stocks next day than it had for months back, Idaho Copper going to 16 Nat wrote a letter to Merwin White, telling him how the market stood, though he did not doubt that that gentleman was keeping himself well informed on the subject. Joe Miller cam:e in while Nat was addressing the envelope. "Say, you know Ed. Sackett?" said Joe, seating himself beside the desk. "I ought to, seeing he's -been dad's messenger these two years. What about him?" "He's been monkeying with the mark e t, like a lot of other messengers. He put up the whole of his last week's wages on D. & J, in a bucket shop, and lost it as slick as a whistle." "Serves him right. He ought to know better," replied Nat. "He's in trouble with his mother over it. He turns his wages in at the house, but on account of this deal he had on hand he didn't come up with liist week's pay envelope. His mother demanded an explanation and he told her that your father was out of town and in consequence he didn't get paid. He promised to give it to her some time this week, When bis deal went up the spout, and he saw no chance of getting the money, he realized that he was in for it, for the old lady is a Tartar. Now what do you suppose he had the nerve to tell her?" "How should I know?" "Instead of telling her he had lost his coin in Moseby & Co.'s bucket shop, he told her he had invested it with you." "The certified check won't do them any good for I "With me?

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. 13 "Yes. And now the old lady is coming down here to go gunning for you." "The dickens she is." Nevertheless Nat was on his guard, and after greeting his visitor cordially he glanced at. the little finger of his right hand and saw that no ring adorned it. "Nothing surer,'' laugh't:!d Joe. "You're bound to see her, so when she comes in tell her the truth of the matter and send her to Moseby & Co. If she doesn't get her money back from that firm she'll make Rome howl there, you can That was further, but still not conclusive, evidence that he was in the pres ence of the retired capitalist. take my word for it." "That's a pretty trick for Ed. to play on me. I must tell: dad to give him a laying out for it. Here, take this letter to the branch station for me, and when you come back we'll go uptown," said Nat. Joe took the letter and went out. Soon afterward tlie office door opened and admitted a short stout woman. She looked mad about sdmething, and wasted no time in preliminaries but sailed right in. "Are you Nat Nye?" she asked, with blood in her eye. "Yes, madam," replied Nat, politely, suspecting who his visitor was. "Then I want the eight dollars you took :from me b'y to put into stocks that busted." "You are in error, madam : I didn't take your, son's money. I:rt I didn't--" "Tryin' to chate me, are ye. ? I'll let ye know I'm not to be bamboozled." The olct lady seized the young broker. by the ehoulder with one hand and with the she raised up her satchel. His sta:ctled cry brought Joe in on a run, shouting: "Hey! You've got the wrong party!" "Yes, madam,'' said Nat, warding off the threatened attack. "You've got into the wrong place. I haven't seen your son Ed, for I presume you are Mrs. Sackett, this week. He pu:t his money up with Moseby & Co., No. -Broad way. You'd better go and see them about it." It took some argument to convince the irate woman that was not responsible for the loss of her son's wages, but she was :finally induced to leave, and the boys, looking out of the window, saw her sailing toward Broadway as fast as she could go. "Moseby & Co. have my sympathy,'' chuckled Joe, as he shut down the window. CHAPTER VI. IN WIHICH THE MENDED NOTE TURNS UP. Several days passed during which time great excitem ent took place in the Curb market as Idaho Copper boomed steadily up to 30. Nat was in the seventh heaven of satisfaction, for his profit in sight amounted to something over $40,000. "I guess there's no Jonah about this deal," he said to himself. "I wouldn't be surprised if it went to 40 by the way things look, but I'm not going t.o chance it. I think I'll send word to Mr. White to cash in, too, as he has 3,000 shares which represent a profit of $60,000." Nat was sitting at his desk at the moment, and he thought how surprised his father would be when he told him of his big wirinings. Just then the door opened and in walked Mr. Merwin White-at least Nat took it for granted it was he, as he wasn't looking for his brother to pay him a third visit. "I came down to order you to sell my Idaho Copper," said Mr. Merwin White. "I prefer not to take any more chances with it." "I think you're right, sir. I am going to sell my own. I was just considering about sending a messenger to your house advising you to sell. As I put you on to the stock I want to see you make a success of your deal." "It was a very successful pointer you gave me, and I am greatly obliged to you for it," replied his visitor. "Do.n't mention it, Mr. White. I have innocently caused you quite a large loss in those D. & G. bonds, and I am happy to be able to put you in the way of making good your loss. By the way, I suppose you haven't heard from the securities since your brother got them out of my hands?" "Yes I have." "Then you think you will be able to recover them?" "I have recovered them." "That's good. I'm glad to hear it." "My brother called on me last night, made a full con fession of his part in the burglary of my house, s aying he was :forced into it owing to a hold one of his associates had got on him through a gambling debt, and returned me the bonds.'I "You don't say," replied Nat, quite astonished. "He promised me that he would mend his ways, and so I :forgave him." Nat, knowing how much Merwin thought of his erring brother, was not surprised at that news. "He asked me to apologize to you for the double trick he played tpon you, and assured me that he wouldn't at tempt to pass himself off on you again as me." "I hope he'll keep his word." "I think he will, pa:i:ticu1arly as I told him he wouldn t find it so easy the next time." "No, I don't want to be made a fool of the third time. Well, I'll make out the order for the sale of Idaho Copper and you can sign it." Nat did so and Mr. White signed it. "You may bring the money to my house to-morrow night/' he said. "I'll bring you my father's check, and you can deposit it. You see as I'm under age I am for the de barred :from carrying a business account at any bank, so when I get the broker's check I'll transfer it to my father in exchange for his ; made out to your order, less my com mission,'' said Nat. "Oh, very well, that will do," said Mr. White, with a look of disappointment that vanished from his face as quickly as it had appeared. "You will make a good thing out of this rise in Idaho Copper, too, I believe?" he added. "Yes, I expect to clear at least $40,000," Nat. "You are fortunate. That is a large sum for a boy o f your age to make in such a short time. It will add largely to your business capital." 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14: THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. .,B y the way, can you change a $1,000 note for me?" 'Yes, I can do that." "Thank you, I will consider it a favor." Nat opened his safe, took out eight $100 and four $50 bills. Mr. White opened his pocketbook and. produced his note he laid on Nat's desk, face up. Nat glanced at it casually, saw it was a $1,000 bill and passed. smal!er notes to his visitor, who then got up and said it was tlIDe for him to go. Nat e.ccompanied him to the door "I'll to you at my house to-morrow night," said Mr. White. Make it not later than eight, as I have '.1Jl engagement at my club soon after that hour." "All right, sir." Mr. White dep arted and Nat returned to his desk. When he picked up the note he saw it was a mended one and mechanically turned it over. Then he saw to his astonishment that it had been re paired with a coffin-shaped strip of blood-red paper. "My goodne ss!" he exclaimed, staring at it. He examined it closer and saw the Washin!!ton Trust Co. stencil stamp on the paper. "Why, it's the very bill I paid to Abel Brett he cried. "H 't h h ow came i m t e ands of Mr. Merwin White? He couldn't have got it through his bank, for I doubt if any .would. send out such a bill. Somebody must have paid it to him very lately or he would have deposited it. Wh.o that be? His brother called on him last night. It is possible that Alfred White had any connection with crime in Bronx? Led into it by that crook pal of his? Lord, his brother would be terribly cut up at the mere suspicion of such a thing. Now what shall I do about this ?ill? It is one of the chief clues the police are de pendmg on to catch the two villains who are responsible ior the old man's death. I suppose I ought to take it to Headqua;rters and explain how it came into my possession. A detective then would call on Mr. Merwin White ior his explanation, and if the trail led to his I'm afraid he wouldn't forgh'.e me. The only way is for me to call on Mr. this evening and have a talk with him a'\Jout the bill. But then that may defeat the ends of justice. If he got it from his brother he will certainly take it back and destroy it to :prevent any trouble coming to Alfred, if he has the least suspicion that his brother is guilty of the crime." Nat was much puzzled as to the course he ought to pursue. He wanted to help the police bring the murderers to jus tice, yet he did not want to bring trouble on his friend and 1 patron, Merwin White. Finally he put the note in his safe, clappe
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THE YOUNG WALL STREET 15 you won't give it to him. Bring it in the form of a certified check up here to-morrow night, and then you'll be sure that the right person will get it." "He told me to bring it up here to-morrow evening him self." "He did?" exclaimed Mr. White, with an expression of surprise. Yes. He specified that I should call not later than eight, as he had an engagement that would take him to the club about that hour." "Well, you must change your arrangements, for he has some purpose in view, though I can't see how he can cash a large cheqk made out in my name if he got it away from you." "He might. Nobody could tell that he wasn't you. He could take it to your bank first thing in the morning and it. It's a wonder he hasn't robbed you of every cent you have in the bank on forged checks." "No fear of that. He couldn't cash that check, nor any other, nor could I myself, without going through a certain precautionary formality which I have been forced to pro yide for my own protection," replied Mr. W4ite, with a smile. "Oh, then it's all right. Still I'm satisfied that he has designs on your check for the Idaho Copper money." "I believe you; but you mustn't let him get hold of it. Bring it up here before you go home-say around five or six o'clock, then whatever plans he has in preparation for eight o'clock will go tor nothing." "All right, sir. I'm mighty glad I called to-night." "Yes, it was fortunate." "I didn't call, however, with reference td the ldaho Copper matter." "What then?" "About a $1,000 bank note which I thought I cashed for you, put which it now appears I changed for your brother." "A $1,000 bank He must be flush. What's the matter with the note? Do you suspect that it isn't a good one?" "It's a good one all right, though it was torn and repaired. Here it is. You will notice the peculiar coffin-like shape of the piece of paper that was used to piece it together, and the fact that the paper bears the stencil mark of the Washington Trust Co." "Yes, it is odd, but that does not make the bill less valuable. You have some other reason for bringing it to me." "I have. A reason I that will give you a shock." "A shock! What do you ll).ean ?" "About a week ago an old man, Abel Brett, was mur dered in his home in the Bronx. Perhaps you read an a,ccount of the tragedy in the papers at the time?" "Yes, I remember the affair to which you refer," replied Mr. White. "About six hours before the old man wa'3 killed I vis ited him for the purpose of inducing him to sell a i,000share certificate of Westchester Traction stock. I was act ing in the interests of a customer who wanted the shares so badly that I was instructed to offer Abel Brett as much as three points above the market price. I carried a certified check for $40,000 with me, and two $1,000 notes, The rea son the check was not made for the upset price was be-cause it was hoped that Brett might sell at a one-point ad vance, or $40 a share. He wouldn't, however, and even held out for 43 until he saw that I wouldn't give it. Well, I bought the certificate from him for $42,000, and in :riay ment gave him the check and the two notes. He put them in his safe. After he was shot the safe was looted by his murderers, who, among other things, carried off the check and the two $1,000 notes. One of the latter is the bill you in your hand." "How do you know?" asked Mr. White. "By this red strip?" "Yes. Coupled with the stencil mark and the number which, at the old man's I copied in my memoran dum book." "Well," said Mr. White, drawing a long breath, "why have you called my attention to these facts?" "Because your askE\d me to change that note for him when he called at my office to-day, and I did," replied Nat. watching the effect or'his words. CHAPTER VII. THE TRAP, THAT FAILED. Mr. Merwin White was pot slow in understanding the meaning Nat intended to fonvey to him. It was-how had this marked $1,000 note, stolen from the safe of the dead Abel Brett by his assassins, come into the possession of Alfred White? The explanation was up to Alfred himself. Mr. White made no reply for a moment, then he said slowly: "You mean, Nye, that it looks bad for my brother to have this note in his possession?" "What do you think, sir?" "I agree with you. It is a serious matter." "That's why I called to see you about it instead of tak ing the not e directly to the police, as it really was my duty to do. Knowing the great regard you feel for your brother, I he sitate d about bringing trouble down on you." "I appreciate your consideration, Nye, and thank you gratefully," replied the capitalist, with a show of emotion. "The question now is-what is to be done? I cannot be lieve that my brothel' had any hand in the crime in ques tion. He must have been asked by one of his shady friends to get the note changed for him." I "If your supposition is correct, whoever asked him to do that is likely to be one of the guilty parties, and in the interests of justice your brother ought to be compelled to disclose the man's identity." "You are right, but think of the disgrace to our family if it is reported in' the newspapers that my brother is on terms of intimacy with persons of sha.dy reputation?" "Perhaps that can be avqided, sir, if you will mfl.ke an effort to get your brother to meet you, either here or elsep where, when yo:u can put the matter up to him, and ask him to give yqu the name of the man from whom he received the note." "Your suggestion is an excellent one, ai:id I will act on it. Alfred's disreputable conduct .must not be exposed to the public if by any means it can be avoided. You will allow me to keep this note, I will give you. its equivalent in 9ther money .llo that you will suff13r no loss."

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16 THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. "I'm afraid I can't let you have it, Mr. White, much as I hate to disoblige you "Why not?" "Because that note is the chief clue the police rely on to detect the murderers of Abel Brett. "But it will be safe in my hands "Ordinarily yes; but in case it should by any means com promise your brother your regard for him would be an i r resistible temptation to you to destroy it. Nat tried to state his convictions in as delicate a way as possible, for he did not want to offend his customer. Mr. White made no reply, but sat for some moments looking at the rug on which his slippered feet rested. At length he said: "Your then, is to hand it over to the police?" "Don't you think that's my duty? The murder of Abel Brett calls for justice. The fact that your brother has be come in some way mixed up with the mystery should not act as a bar to the discovery of the assassins. Much as you care for your brother and the. honor of your family owe something to the general public, and the general pub lic is intere s ted in the solution of the crime." police will hunt at once for my brother, arrest him, and his connection with criminals will become known no matter how innocent he may be with recrard to this note." "I b 'will hold the note back for a day or two inorder to give you time to communicate with your brother and se cure from him tiie name of the man from whom he got the note. You will make him understand that if he holds back the. identity of tlie person the matter will be probed by the police at onie, and he may find himself in a bad Mr. White was silent for several moments and then with a sigh handed the $1,000 note back to Nat. "I hope you don't blame me, sir," said the boy, :rising go; "but my conscience won't let me act differently." "I fl.l1l not finding any fault with you, Nye I am simply sorry for my brother-and myself." 1 Excusing himself for a moment or two Mr. White left the room When he returned he accompanied Nat to the hall door himself and took leave of him. As the young brok e r turned down the street, a man, at tired in a pilot jacket, with his hat pulled well down to his eyes, came out of the area and followed him The man was close behind him when he turned down a side street towl!rd Madison Avenue, but Nat did not seem aware of his presence. Although it was not yet ten o'clock the street was quite deserted. The man put his hand in his pocket, drew o u t a slung shot and crept upon the unsuspecting lad. As he raised his arm to strike, Nat stepped on one of the iron covers that protected the hole of a coal cellar. A dog, perhaps, had dropped a piece of fat o n it, for the boy's foot slipped and he half fell just as the weapon whizzed through the air. The result was it missed his head and struck him a glancmg blow on the shoulder, sufficient to attract his attention to the action of the man. Taking the stranger for a footpad, Nat sprang at him and they went down on the sidewalk in a heap The man uttered a deep imprecation as the weapon fell from his fingers, and he grappled with the boy Nat, however, was strong and wiry, and as agile as a young monkey He secured a good hold on the fellow's chest and held him down in spite of his efforts to throw him off. While in that position the light from the nearby gas lamp gave the boy a full view of hie face He had never seen -it before, but he knew he wouldn't for get it, for every lineament stood out before his eyes. "Well, do you give in, you rascal?'' cried Nat. "No, blame you. Let me up or--" "Or what?" "You'll have cause to regret it." "I'll take the risk," replied the boy, coolly. "You in tended to knock me out To rob me, I suppose. I intend to hand you over to the police." will be the worst job you ever did." "I don t agree with you It's a good job to put a fellow of your stamp behind the bars." "You'll never put me there," hissed the rascal. With a sudden effort he rol1ed over, threw Nat from him sprang on his feet and made off in the darkness. The young broker had half a mind to give chase, but came to the conclusion that it would be useless, as the man appeared to be a fleet runner. "I'm sorry he got away," muttered Nat, in a tQne of dis appointment. "Such scoundrels as he belong in jail." Spying the slung-shot Nat picked it "That's a wicked weapon," he said. "An iron ball cov ered with closely wound cord, and attached to a handle A blow from that would easily fracture a person's skull. I had a narrow escape. Had I been knocked out he'd have got away with the $1,000 note That would have been a great pity, though when he tried to change it he'd have ound himself up against a bunch of trouble. He is doubt less known to the police, and would have been suspected as one of the men who killed Abel Brett. All things con sidered he may thank his stars that he failed in his design on me." By this time Nat had reached the corner and had lYut a short distance to go to his home. CHAPTER VIII. KNOCKED OUT AND ROBBED. On his way to the office_next morning Nat stopped at the sae deposit vaults where he had a box and placed the mended $1,000 note in it for safe keeping. He his desk a good part of the morning, hav mg nothmg particular on hand, and was reaching for his hat to go out when a smooth faced man attired in a busi ness suit came in without knocking. "You are Nat Nye, I believe?" he said. "That's my name," re plied the boy. "Mr. Merwin White recommended me to call on you as he said you were a smart young broker. My name is Frank Dunn, and I want to buy 100 shares of A. & 0. stock on margin "I can b u y it for you," said Nat, drawing one 0 his blanks toward him, filling it out and handing it to the customer to sign

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. 17 "You require $1,000 deposit," I believe?" "Yes, sir-$10 on each share." "Will you accept Mr. White's check for $1,200, and let me have the difference in cash?" "Did you have it certified?" "No; is that necessary?" "Brokers, as a rule, require checks to be before accepting them as cash." "Mr. White is good for the money, as I believe you know." .Oh, yes; but I prefer not to take his plain check from a second party without it has been certified. This is a pre caution all business men adopt." sacked the desk of its few contents, and even looked unde r the rug. After exhausting every possible place where it was likely to be he had to give it up. "The chief will be greatly cut up over my failure to find it, for he has taken some chances in order to pave the way for me; but I can't help it. I've done my be0it. It isn't in the office. Can he have delivered it to the police? It iooks like it. The chief will ha've to be on his guard Having satisfied himself that the mended note was out of his reach, the man proceeded to c oolly possess himself of $300 in bills from the safe, $15 from the boy's pocket, his gold watch and chain, his diamond pin, and a cameo "Then you won't take it?" "I'd rather not." ring Nat wore on his little finger. The vfsitor looked disappointed. "I'll have to go uptown to Mr. White's bank to get it certified. It will be a great inconvenience to me." "I am sorry, sir, but--" "Can't you telephone Mr. White? He is probably at his house now ?" "Very well, I will do so." Nat looked up Mr. White's number in the book and then asked Central to connect him with 444X Central Park. In a minute or two a voice said "Hello1" "Is this Mr. Merwin Whitll'S house?" "Yes," came back the answer. "Is Mr. White in?" There was a pause and then the voice said "Yes." "Ask him to step to the 'phone, please." A minute elapsed and then a voice that sounded like White's asked "Who are you?" "Nat Nye." "Oh! What can I do for you, Nye?" Nat explained the situation, and Mr. White replied that he could take the check as being a11 right. The boy was satisfied, though the guarantee could hardly be called conclusive since he could not swear that it was adually Mr. White who had him. "Well, I'll take the check, Mr. Dunn. Endorse it, please." Nat got up and went to his safe Adjusting the combination he soon had it open. The moment he the door back his visitor sprang to his feet, rushed at him and struck him senseless to the floor. "Now to secure that marked $1,000 note for the chief, and whatever coin I can find for myself," he said. He took the precaution first to turn the key in the lock of the door so that he would not be interrupted in his ne fa rious designs. Making sure that the boy broker was dead to the world for the time being he turned to the safe and started to go through it. Needless to say that he 'did not find the chief object of his search-the mended note, which was safe in Nat's safe deposit box. "Where in thunder is it?" he muttered, after pulling everything in the shape of paper from the safe and scat tering the stuff on the floor. "Maybe he has it in his pocket." He went through Nat's clothes in then he ranThen he unlocked the door and looked out into the corri dor. Several persons were passing to and fro. He waited till the corridor was momentarily vacant and then slipped out, locking the door aft e r him.,, and putting the key in his pocket. He did not take the elevator down, for prudential rea sons, but walked down the stairs and left the building. Fifteen minutes later Nat recovered his senses and sat up His office was in a state of confusion It didn't take him but a moment or two to realize what liad happened He had no su,spicion however, that the object of his visitor had been to get possession of the mended $1,000 He regarded it as a plain robbery, instigated by the rascally brother of Mr. Merwin White, and figured that the alleged Frank Dunn was some crook associate of Alfred White's. This kind of business is getting altogether too strenu ous for me," thought Nat. "As long as Alfred White is allowed to do as he pleases he is bound to make more or less trouble for me unless I quit having any business deal ings with his brother I've been in hot water since the day I sold those bonds. If I hadn't promised Merwin White that I'd give him time to see his brother in reference to that $1,000 note, I'd turn it right over to the police, and put them on to the great resemblance between the brothers from a physical standpoint. It is my opinion that Merwin will never be able to reform his brother I am more than half convinced that Alfred was one of the two burglars who killed and robbed Abel Brett. The old an got a view of one of the men's faces that night, and she says she would know him again. I'm going to call on her and get her description to see if it tallies with my suspi cions. If it does I know what my duty will be. Much as I respect and sympathize with M v rwin White there is a limit to it when it comes to shielding a murderer or his accomplice from justice." Nat immediately communicated with Police Headquar ters over the 'phone and reported what had happened at his office. He gave an accurate description of the chap who had represented himself as Fran, k Dunn, and furnished a list of his losses. Then he tidied up his office, put o n his hat and went over'to see his father.

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. Nye, Sr. was astonished at his son's story of the robher confined to rooms in the top of the house rather than b ery and assault. have her go to a private mad-house The boy made no mention of his convictions connecting "No, no," cried the girl, frantically "He is lying. any one else with the outrage as he. did not care to bring Don t let him take me back. I have told you the truth." the White twins into notice if it could be avoided Nat felt that he was plac e d i:q. an awkward dilemma. "Have you notified the police?" asked his father. If what the man said was true, and it did not look un" Sure Do you think I'm. asleep?" reasonable, he felt that he had no right to interfere in the "It's the first job of the kind that has happened in Wall matter; but his Sl!spicions were, nevertheless, aro-qsed by Street for quite a long time, and will create something of the presence in Mr. Merwin White's house of the rascal a stir when it is reported in the papers," remarked Nye, who had attacked him on his way home the night previous. Sr. Why should Mr. White harbor such a man in his home? "Yes, I guess so," replied Nat, getting up and saying It must be because the capitalist was unaware of his good-by. true character. That afternoon he received checks covering his own IdaThe boy felt that the gentleman ought to be warned ho Copper deal and Mr. White's. against him. He cashed his own and placed the money in hi. s safe Doubtless the fellow was there in the interest of Alfred d eposit box. who probably had funther designs on his brother. The other he turned over to his father received his comWhile these thoughts were flashing thro1igh his brain, mission of it in cash, and a check made out to the order another man, who seemed to be a servant, appeared from of Merwin White, for a little over $72,000. the area door. He took it to his father's bank and had it certified, and "Is Mr. Merwin White at home?" asked N &t, still un-at four o clock went uptown to deliver it \o Mr. White. decided how .to act. He was ascending the handsome high-stooped residence "Yes," said the man !il:JO'\'e. "Are yo11 Nat Nye?" on Fifth Avenue, when the front door suddenly opened and "I am." a beautiful girl, her hair disheveled and her eyes ablaze with "Then he is waiting for } 'OU in the library. Bring his excitement and terror, rushed out and started for the sidedaughter up with you.,, walk. "I'm not his daughter. H you won't save me, let me Following her came a man, whom Nat recognized with go." surprise as his assailant of the previous evening She tore herself out of Nat's grasp and fled across the "Save me l Save me!" cried the girl, falling exhmisted street, pursued by the +nan who had come out of the area. into the boy's arms. The fellow caught her and with a scream she fainted in CHAPTER IX. FAMILY S:KELETON, The man :who was clearl y chasing the girl, stop:ped when he saw Nat and recognized him. He seemed undecideq what to do, and glared furiously at the boy. "What's the trouble, miss?" asked Nat, who wondered if the girl could be connected with Merwin White's family. "Take me away. Please do," she cried, hysterically. "You must tell me what is wrong first," said Nat. "Please take me away or that man will drag me back to the room where I have been confined a prisoner for weeks." "Confin e d a prisoner in that house!" cried Nat in a tone of astr nis}'JY, ,1t "Why, this is the residence of Mr. Merwin WLite. Y should you be kept a prisoner in his house? i:urel: r : with Mr, White's knowledge and con sent." "It is he who is h0, .. me a prisoner until my father pays a heavy sum of r G :for my release. He abducted me from my home ----" "Mr. White abductd y0u !"cried the amazed Nat. "Impossible! Mr. White is a gentleman." gentleman!" cried the girl, :feverishly. "He is a wicked man, and the chief of others as bad as himself." At that point the man whom Nat recognized as a rascal advanced and said : "This girl is out of 'her mind. Don't beli(;)ve a word she says. She is Mr. White's demented daughter, and he keeps his arms. Catching her in his arms he brought her back. Nat entered the house determined to ask Mr White if the girl really was his daughter, and not in her right mind. Entering the l i brary the young broker found the capitalist seated before his desJ;:. Mr. White greeted him as eorqially as usual. "I've brought you my father's eheck for the amolmt due you, and I had it certified. To make sure that you are Merwin and not Alfred show your right thumb I have got to be car e ful, you know, where so much money is in volved," smi led Nat. "What, in my own house?" laughed the gentleman, showing his thumb which had not the suspicion of a scar. "Yes, in your own house. Give me a receipt for the check, please." Mr. White did so. "Have you a daughter, Mr. White?" Nat asked ''Yes. The poor child is unsound mind and I am obliged to have her constantly watched. I keep her closely confined to her rooms lest she escape from the house and cause trouble. How came you to learn of her existence?" Nat exp lained what had just happened on the stoop. He was surprised that the gentleman wasn't aware of the incident. "She must have eluded her maid in some way," he said, in a soft tone, "then crept downstairs and unlocked the street door. Perspns whose millds are affected are very art ful in their movements. It is :fortunate that John detect ed her exit and also that you came along and cut off her

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JON AH. 19 flight. Did she say-anything to you?" and an anxious look hovered for a moment on the speaker's face. "Yes. She called on me to save her and take her away," replied Nat. ".Ah, yes; poor child, she has no idea that she is de prived of her liberty for her own good, but imagines that she is cruelly treated." "She said she was being held a prisoner in this house till her father paid a heavy ransom for her release," con tinued Nat. "That is one of her insane notions. She does not recog nize me as her father, but thinks I am some rascal who ab ducted her from her home. It is a sad a.filiction, but we must bear as patiently as possible such trials as Heaven sees fit to impose upon us," said Mr. White, with an air of resignation. "She is a beautiful girl," said Nat. "How long has she been out of her head?" "Three years." As the capitalist did not seem to wish to continue the subject Nat branched off on another. "You referred a moment ago to the man called John," he said. r ask how long he has been in your ser vice?" "About six months. Why do you ask?" replied Mr. White. "Because, pardon me for saying so, I do not think he is a proper person for you to have about you." "Indeed I" replied the capitalist, apparently surpriaed. "What reason have you for saying so?" Nat related the incident of the night before. "You must be mistaken, Nye. John is not that kind of man Why should he do such a thing, when he has a good position here and good wages? He may look something like the rascal who attacked you, but otherwise I can assure you there is no connection between the two men." "Well, let it go as you say, sir, but I got a close and perfect view of the chap last night, and the two men look as much alike as you and your brother. I would be willing to swear in court that your John was the person who tried to do me up." Mr. White shook his head as though he was satisfied that Nat was in err-0r, so the boy said n:o more on the subject, but proceeded to tell Mr. White about the attack that had been made on him in his office that morning. The capitalist appeared to be greatly astonished. "You say the man presented a check for $1,200 signed by me, and that you telephoned me at the house here about it, and I replied that it was all right?" "Yes, sir. Of course it couldn't have been you, though the voice sounded something like yours. It proves that there is somebody in your household who is here in your brother's interests, for I'm satisfied that your brother was back of the outrage. May that person not be John?" "The matter has some strange and unexplainable fea tures, I admit," replied Mr. White. "I deeply regret that y-0u were treated in such a way, and that my house is in some way, mixed up in the matter. If-ear, as you say, that my brother had a hand in it, and that he has an ally in my h ousehold. I shall investigate the matter at once, as it concerns me vitally. May I ask if you have that check?" "I brought it with me to show you," and Nat produced it. "It is a forgery, but whether executed by my brother, or somebody else, I could not say. Have you notified the police?" "I have; and furnished them with a description of the rascal who knocked me out, together with a list of what he stole." "What was the amount of your loss?" "About $315 in money, a gold watch and chain, a dia mond pin and a ring, in all something like $500." "I will make the sum up to you," said the capitalist "as to a certain extent I was an innocent accomplice of the rascal's." "It isn't necessary, sir. I don't hold you responsible in any way for the man's actions. I can eas ily stand the loss," replied Nat. Mr. White, however, insisted on handing Nat a $500 bill to make good his loss, and the boy was obliged to accept it. "I suppose you haven't succeeded in finding your brothel! yet?" said Nat. "I got a letter from him, postmarked Boston, and l am going on there to-night to -try and see him. I .trust you will not hand that $1,000 note to the police until you hear from me," said Mr. White. "I will endeavor to oblige you as mUQh as re plied Nat, rising. "I may be away several days. So, until I see y o u again, I wish you good-by." Nat shook hands with the capitalist, and John, answer ing his master's ring, showed the young broker to the door. CHAPTER X H O W NAT PUZZLED THE BROKERS. On his way home Nat couldn't help thinking a great deal about Mr. Merwin White's beautiful afflicted daughter. She was the first demented person he had ever seen, and it seemed to him as if her actions had been more natural than crazy. Still there could be no doubt of her mental condition s ince Mr. White himself had told him that the poor girl had been out of her mind for three years, and that her hallucination consisted of the belief that she had been kid, napped and was being held a close prisoner for a ransom "I've never had so many stran5e experiences in my life as I've had during the last couple of weeks since I made the acquaintance of Mr. Mer,win White and his twin brother," thought Nat. "Whether I'm a Jonah to Mr. White, which can hardly be since I've put over $70,000 in his pocket, or there is aomething like a fatality hanging over the family which makes itself felt to every one who has anything to do with them, I can't say; but to tell th' truth, I wish I had never met the White twins, although I must say that I like Mr. Merwin very much indeed. has treated me just as his brother has done the re verse. I'm glad to know that his brother is ouf of the c)J:y. I sincerely hope he'll stay away and give me a rest." The attack on Nat and the robbery of his office was in the afternoon papers, and a good many brokers heard abou t it, or read the news, before they went home.

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20 THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. Several who knew Nat well called at his office, but found it shut up. The story was repeated in the morning, with additional particulars which the reporters learned from Nat at his home, and during the forenoon it formed a general topic of conversation in Wall Street. Nat had a number of visitors, but h e told them that the papei:s had printed about all the facts of the case. "By the way, Nye, who is that gentleman I saw coming out of y our office a few days ago ?'.I a sked Broker Greene. "A few days ago," laughed Nat. "It would be hard for me to recollect the particular p erson to whom you refer." "Maybe I can ircles, and was eminently respected by all who had the pleasure, or I s hould say, the misfortune, of knowing him. He was finally exposed by a shrewd detective put on an important not e forgery, and hi s arrest caused a great deal of excite ment. The newspapers were full of the case at the time. He served ten years in Portland Prison, only one count being found against him. He was believed to be implicated in a score of other large forgeries, but the police were unable' to bring the necessary evidence against him to se cure conviction, so on the whole he got off easy." "What became of him?" asked the other broker. "I couldn't tell you," replied Greene. "Went back to Australia probably to exercise his genius at the antipodes." The two brokers got up, bade Nat good-by, and left. Nat had now been in business about three weeks, but as far as the traders could make out he didn't appear to be doing any business to speak of. The question puzzled the brokers was why he had left his father and set up for himself when there did not appear to be any reason for it. As his old man's representative in the Board-room he had had a fine chance to show what was in him as a rising trader, and apparently he had filled the bill. Apparently had had no falling out 'with his father, for he and Sr., appeared to be on the friendliest of terms. Then again he was the logical successor of his father to an established and thriving brokerage business, so what necessity was there or him to waste his time working up an entirely business? The whole Street was puzzled over the boy's course of action, and perhaps a score or two of the brokers tried all kinds of devices to find out what the boy's object was. As neither Nat nor his illther were saying anything on the sub ject they did not succeed in getting the slightest clue. "That boy puzzles me," remarked Greene to his companion, as they walked away from Nat's office. "I've dr?pped into his office half a dozen times since he put out his shingle and I never found him doing anything; nor did the fact appear to worry him in the least." "He's managed to get himself into the papers just the same," replied the other. "The first day M opened up he sold $10,000 worth of stolen bonds to Howard Waters & Co. Next m_orning the papers said that the thief had got the money from him. Yet he turned up smiling at Waters' office and bought the bonds back. He wouldn't have done that if he had paid out the price to tlie crook." "That's right. He wasn't legally responsible, as the bonds were ordinary negotiable ones, almost like money, he was only bound to use common caution in dealing with the seller." '"He says this Merwin White, whom he called a capitalist, is a customer of his. If he did any business for White some broker would know about it. Well, not a man in the Exchange appears to have acted in any way for Nat Nye sincehe started out for himself." "Maybe he has thrown his business over to his father to put through for him?" "Then he might just as well have stayed in his father's office-in fact he might better have done so and saved office rent." "His sign says Western mining stocks a specialty. Maybe he's doing all his business on the Curb. "Well, I'd like to know what he is up to, au.yway." "I'll bet this office of his is only a blind. I wouldn't be surprised if he and his father are up to some scheme by which they expect to take the Street by surprise. It won't be long, perhaps, before we, find out that this separation of father and son was only a bluff to deceive the traders. Old man Nye is pretty foxy, and it's likely that Nat takes after him-a chip of the old block." "We must keep our eyes skinned and see what they are up to, if we can." Broker Greene agreed that his companion's suggestion was a good one, and he fell in with it. Quite unconscious of the fact that his motive in open ing up for himself was puzzling the brokers of the Street, and worrying their bump of curiosity, Nat continued on as usual.

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. 21 Every day he expected to hear from Merwin White in rel a t ion to his brother, but a week passed and no word reach e d him from the capitalist The police were still making every effort to run down the murderers of Abel Brett, but had not yet made an arrest. "I think I ought to tum that note over to the police and explain how it came into my hand s," thought Nat. "I've given Mr. White ample time to find his brother and have a heart-to-heart talk with him about the note. Probably Alfred White refused to give the chap away who him the note to change and Merwin hesitates to let me know, under s tanding that I will then tell the police all I know. And that r e mind s rne I intend e d to see Abel Brett's hou se keep e r, and get from h e r the des cription of the man whose face s he saw. I'll go up to the hou s e this afternoon." Nat left his office at three o'clock, and at half-past, four was ringing the bell at the gate of the old Revolutionary mansion. A hard-looking man answered his ring and asked him what he wanted. "I'd like to see Mrs. Bunn, the old lady who was housekeep e r for Abel Brett," he r e pli ed. "Are you from the police?" glowered the man. "No." "What's your narp.e ?" Nat Nye." l "What do you want with the old woman?" "I want to talk to her." "About. what?" "I couldn't tell you. It's privat e ." "Well, she isn't here now." "Has she left the house for good? asked Nat, rather disappointed. "She's gone to Pennsyl v ania to see some of her relatives." "When will get back?" "I don't know," growled th e man in a surly way. At tha t moment an upp e r window in the house was thrown open, and a head was thrust out. "Help! Help!" s he s creamed. "I'm a prisoner here in the hand s of--" She was suddenl y pulled back out of sight and the win dow shut with some violence. Nat had recogniz e d her, however. She was Mrs. Dunn, the old woman he had called to see. CHAPTER XI. NAT IN A TIGHT FIX. The boy's suspicions were immediately aroused. Apparently there was s omething wrong, for the old wom an had declared that s he was being held a prisoner in the house b y some bod y whose identity she had tried to but had been pre v e nted from doing so. "That was Mr s Dunn who scr eame d from the window ju s t now, he s aid to the scoming man. "I thought you s aid s h e h a d gone to visit r e l a tives in P e nns y lvania?" "That was n t h e r s narl e d th e man. a cr a z y woman w e ar e takin care of i'!ill the office rs come from the asylum for h er." "That won't do, my man. I know Mr s Dunn, and that wa.S she," said Nat, sharply "You' re mistaken," insisted the man. "She's a crazy woman, I tell you." At that moment another man, came out of the house to learn what the discussion at the gate was about. He, too, had an evil look, and Nat saw that his hair was cropped short in prison fashion, while his sallow face was smoothly shaven. "What's the trouble here?" he inquired, roughly. "This boy came here to see Mrs. Dunn," said the first man. "I told him that she's away in Pennsylvania, but he says that there crazy woman on the top floor, who yelle d out just now, is Mrs. Dunn." "I know it's Mrs. Dunn," said Nat. "What have you got her shut up on the top floor for?" "You know it's Mrs. Dunn, do you," said the man, with an evil look. "Come with me, and I'll show you that she isn't." Nat, however, was wary. He didn't feel like trusting himself in the house under the circumstances. He determined to go to the nearest police station and tell the captain, or his representative, what was going on at the Waite mansion. So he d e clined to accompany the newcomer on the scene, and turned to goaway. "Hold on," said the man, making a grnb for him. "I ain't goin' to let you go to the police and tell 'em that there's aomethin' crooked in the wind here. You come in and see the woman, and then you'll know we're tellin' you the truth." "No, I'm not taking any chances with you chaps," replied Nat. Hardly were the words out of his mouth when both men sprang up1>n him, grabbed him, and dra g g e d him inside the gate, which .was slammed to, shut and locked. Then they rushed him across the lawn and in through the front door of the old mansion. "Keep a good grip on him, Jim. I've got to see the chief," s aid the rp.an who had led ill the capture of the yQun.g broker. "I'll see that he doesn t get away till he's allowed to," grinned the other. The fir s t speaker went upstairs, and the other man pushed Nat into a chair. "What kind of outrag e do you call this ?" cried the boy, mad clean through. "If you think I'm going to stand for it you're much mistaken." He jumped on his feet, but the man grabbed him and tried to force him back into the chair. Nat jabb e d him in the wind, which caused him to bis hold with a grunt. Then boy then started for the door. The f e llow was after him in a moment. Nat dodged his outstretched hand and smashed him a blow in the face that bowled him over on the floor as clean as a whistle. Taking advantage of his chance the young broker un locked the door, swung it open and passed outside. H e dashed for the gate and reached it, but somewhat to his dismay found that the key was not in the look. As the wall was a high brick oue his further progress in tirat direction was effectually barred.

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I THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. He turned to find the rascal he had knocked down com ing for him with blood in his eye. Nat started to elude him and cross the grounds to some other point where the obstacles to escape were not so serious. As he ran his pursuer uttered a succession of shouts that attracted another man to one of the side doors. This chap lost no time in taking a hand in cutting Nat off. Presently a third man joined in the effort to capture the plucky boy, and he was cornered under an ancient oak tl'ee. He put up a stout fight, but the three men were too much for him and he was borne to the ground. While two l\eld him the third got a piece of clothesline and bound his arms behind him. Taking him by the elbows two of the chaps marched him back to the old mansion. "You'll pay dearly for this," Nat said angrily to his captors. As he spoke his eyes happened to rest on one of the second story windows, rind there he saw, looking down at him, one of the White twins. Of course he couldn't be the Fifth A venue capitalist, so Nat was satisfied he was that gentleman's rascally brother Alfred. -"What errand brought you to this house?" asked the rascally twin. "I guess you know by this time," returned Nat coolly. "I heard you came to see an old woman named Dunn, formerly housekeeper for the man who lived here for many years, and lost his life through the accidental discharge of a revolver in the hands of a man who paid him an unex pected night visit." "Accidental discharge of a revolver is a good way to cover up deliberate murder," retorted Nat. "I did come to see Mrs. Dunn, but I did not expect to find the old woman a prisoner and the house in possession of a gang of crooks," added the boy, boldly. White smiled and stroke d his moustache again. "You are not very complimentary considering that I am in the house," he said. "I don't make any exception in your favor, Mr. Alfred White. You are clearly a member of the bunch, and there fore tarred with the same brush." "Thank you," replied White, with a pleasant smile which made him look more than ever like his brother Merwin. "Oh, you're welcome. Now I'd like to ask you a ques tion." "Ask it." "How long am I to be kept a prisoner in this hole?" Nat was taken back into the hall where he saw the man "Really I couldn't tell you, dear boy, as I have nothing who had gone upstairs coming down to meet them. to say in the matter." "Perhaps you'll tell this man to re1ease my arms?" "Bring him along," he said to the others, and he led "I will if you promise me on your word of honor that the way through a rear door into a passageway,at the end you will make no effort"to escape." of which was a door communicating with the cellar stairs. "Youare willing to take my word, are you?" Nat was forced to go down. "Certainly. You are a young gentleman and if you pass The chap who walked in advance illuminated the gloom your word I believe you will keep it." by striking a match now and then. "You have more confidence in me than I have in you, Finally they reached a rough wooden door of what had Mr. White." once upon a time been the wine bin of the ho'nse. "You are most refreshingly frank." It was kept closed by a hasp and a staple. "I like to say what I mean, though I admit that it is not Nat was thrust into the dusty, cobwebby enclosure, the always good policy to do so," replied Nat, who was indif door secured on him, and the men went away, leaving him ferent whether he insulted the White twin or not. to his own reflections, which naturally were not very ex"You regard me as an exception, I suppose," said White, hilarating. with a wicked smile. After a time Nat's eyes became used to the gloom, "I regard you as a foolish man." and he walked up and down the confined space, which was "Indeed!" replied White, with a slight sneer. with old boxes and the outlines of wine bottle sup. "Yes. You have a wealthy brother who thinks the world porters that were falling to pieces through age. of you, who would do anything for you that you might ask A couple of hours passed and then he heard approaching if you would only reform your life and become a respectfootateps echoing along the cellar. able member of society. Yet you pref.er the society of.-rufPresently he saw the fl.ash of a light through the cracks fians far below you in the social scale, and would rather of the bin. do a crooked act than an honest one. You are a puzzle to The steps and the light came to a stop outside his prison me." pen, the door was opened and two men entered, one of them White listened to the boy with a queer look on his face. bearing a lamp. "You seem to have a hard opinion of me," he said dryly. He was one of the ruffians who had captured him, while "Why .shouldn't I? Have I any reason to have any the other was Alfred White, for Nat reasoned it couldn't other kind of an opinion of you? First, you come to my be Merwin. office, represent yourself as your brother, and get me to At any rate if he needed further assurance he aaw the sell $10,000 worth of stolen bonds for you. Then when glowing ruby ring on the little finger of his right hand, your brother gives me the money to buy back those bonds and a sharp glance at his thumb showed a red mark along you take advantage of your likeness to him to get the bonds it, which seemed to be a healed scar. away from me. Once more you work the old clodge on me "I'm sprry to find you here, Nat Nye," said White, to get hold of the proceeds of your brother's Idaho Copper stroking his silky moustache. investment; but fortunately you failed in that. I saw to it "Yes, you look sorry," replied the boy, sarcastically. that he got his money and you got left."

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THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. 23 White regarded Nat with a quizzical smile. "We will return to the question of your arms being re leased. Will you promise not to try to if you are allowed the free use of your arms and the freedom of the cellar?" he said. "No, I won't make any suJh promise," replied Nat dog gedly. "You might jus t as well, for you can't escape anyway." ."I won't accept any terms from persons who have treated me without gloves." "If I set you free altogether, will you promise to keep away from the police, and not say anything about what has happened in this house?" "Is that all you want me to promise?" asked Nat. "No, there is another thing you've got to agree to do." "What is that?" "Bring me to-morrow morning the $1,000 repaired note that you changed for me ill your office a week ago." "I decline both propositions," repli e d Nat, resolutely. "Then you will remain here till you agree to do as I wish," said White, in a menacing tone, signing to his com panion to leave, White followed the man outilide, the door was shut and secured once more, and Nat was left to himself again. CHAP'l'ER XII. A STRANGE DISCOVERY An hour lai.er Nat heard footsteps and saw a light com-ing his way again. The door opened and two men entered the bin. Neither was "\Vhite. One .carried a lamp and the other a tray of food, which looked pretty good to the boy, for he was hungry. The man with the tray put it down on the top of a box, while the man with the lamp shifted it to his left hand and drew a revolver. Then he nodded to his companion, who r e leased the boy's arms "Eat your supper. You needn't hurry-we have lots of time," said the chap with the weapon, with a grin. Nat made no reply, but believing nothing was to be gained by refusing good food when it was offered to him, drew up another box and began his meal. It tasted as good as it looked, and he felt better after he had cleaned up the di s hes His arms were retied and the men d e parted. Th food had instilled fre s h strength and courage into Nat, and soon after the men were gone he began an effort to release his arms from limbo. He was determined to succeed th!s time and he did Inside of half an hour he had recovered the full use of his arms. "Now I wonder if I can get out of this bin?" he mused. Pulling out his match safe he struck a light and looked around. The boards that composed the bin were old and weak. Nat saw that it would not be a difficnlt matter to force a couple of them so as to enable him to get out He was afraid the noise he made would bring one or more of the crooks to the cellar, but it didn't, and before long the freedom of the entire space under the old house was his. Consulting his watch he saw that it was nine o'clock. "It's too early for me to think of trying to leave the house yet. I'd be sure to run against some of those rascals and then my name would be Dennis. I've got to curb my impatience Slow and sure is the program under the cir cumstances.' I mustn't spoil a good ,beginning by undue haste to get free. If I only can get away without the knowl edge of White and his associates, I ll have a squad of police men back here in short order, and we'll run tlie gang to the station so quick that it'll take their breath away." So Nat sat down in the dark and waited. Ten was too early to make a move so he waited til'l eleven. Even eleven was much too soon, as crooks, he figured, were a sort of night ow I Anxious to be doing something he crept up the stai rs and tried the door of the cellar. It was not locked as he had feared it might be. He stuck his head out in the dark passage and listened. The house seemed to be wrapped in perfect silence. This encouraged him, so he removed his shoes and ventured out of the cellar 'altogether. Trying the first door at hand he found it led into the kitchen. It was a long, lowceiled room, dark with smoke and age. A table stood in the center of it, on which stood a lighted lamp Two of the men who had assis ted in hi s capture were seated at it playing cards for stakes Nat had only opened the door a couple of inches, and he closed it quickly and quietly He was on the point of returning to the cellar to put in another waiting spell, when it struck him tha.t there were other ways of getting out of the house. 1'he door led into the main hall with the wide stairs near at hand. The hall dQ.or was before some yards away "If the key is in the lock I can get out without waiting longer," he told himself, his heart beating with excited an ticipation. A dim light burned in a lamp hanging from the ceiling near the door. Another lighted lamp hung near the wide staircase. As he started for the hall door he heard the kitchen door open in the passage behind him and the two men came out, talking. "Good gracious, how unfortunate!" he cried "If they come this way they'll see me. I must get into this room." He grabbed the handle of the do'or, but it was locked and the key was gone. Sooner than chance another door he dashed upstairs in his stocking feet. The men came into the hall. Leaning over the balusters Nat saw they were coming up. On the spur of the moment he ran up the next flight and reached the landing of the third flight. Trying the first door at hand he found it locked, but the key was in it, and turning it he entered the room, which was dark.

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\ THE YO:UNG WALL STREET JONAH. Closing the door a crack he listened for indications f where you saw me, and then discovered that I the showing that the two. men were coming up there. tim of a plo t to extort a ransom from my father. This The shutting of a door on the floor below told him that plot was the work of the leader of a gang of thieves, who, they had entered a room down there, and he breathed easier. in the guise of a retired capitalist, made the house his He struck a match and looked around the room headquarters until something happened that caused him to It was a fairly well furnished bedroom. make a sudden change to this place, and I was transferred The bed was an old fashioned fot'!r-poster-:-tha t is each here in the dead of night a week ago. Yet why do I tell eorner post rose to a height that brought it close to the you this, since the fact of you being here would imply that ceiling. you probably know all the facts about me that I have A light curtain completely enclosed the bed, with the two ends loose in front for a person to get in and out. Nat listened to her in the utmost astonishment. Such beds were the fashion one hundred years ago. A suspicion flashedthrough hi.s mind that girl was As the match expired in his fingers it struck theboy that 'not demented after all, for never had he heard a peraon some one was in the bed, no doubt asleep. talk more sensibly than she. It occurred to him that it might be the old woman, for Another suspicion also struck him that almost took his this was the third :floor. breath away. He listened and heard a low. breathing. "I /mow nothing about you, miss I did not know Y?U Striking another match and shading it with bis hand he were m this house. I am here because I have been a pns-approached the bed. oner in the cellar since late this afternoon when I called Pulling the curtain aside he allowed the light to fall on here to see an old woman named Dunn, who was housethe bed. keeper to the old man, Abel Brett by name, who was killed Lying there, fully dressed, was a young girl, and not the and robbed in this house by two burglars who I believe are old woman. connected with the gang now in possession of this mansion. As his eyes fell on her face he gave a gasp of astonish When I asked for her at the gate I was told she bad gone ment. to Pennsylvania to visit relatives; but while the man who It was the beautiful girl whom Merwin White claimed answered my ring was telling me that, one of the windows as his demented daughter on this :floor was raised and I saw the old woman stick out her head 11nd call for help. Tl1en I knew the man was 1yCHAPTER XIIL ing to me. To prevent me from going to the police and reporting my discovery I was captured and imprisoned in CONCLUSION. the cellar, from which I have but just made my escape. I The :flash of the light on the girl's eyes awoke her and came up here to get away from two of the rascals, who, she sat up before Nat could withdraw, if he had any im without knowing it, cut off my attempt to escape by the mediate intention of doing so. front door." She gazed at hiin with a frightened look. "Are you telling me the truth?" she asked earnestly. "Don't be alarmed, Miss White," said Nat, soothingly "I am. "My name is not White. Who are you?" she said, look"And yet you were going into thaf Flfth Avenue house ing at him earnestly. "I have seen you before, but not in the day I tried to make my escape from it," she lookthis house ing at him doubtfully, in the dark. "Yes; I met you once before_, when you were trying to "I was going in to see Mr Merwin White, whom I have escape from your home on Fifth Avenue," said Nat, hardly always regarded as a fine man and a gentleman." knowing how to carry on a conversation with a person who "Ile is a rascal, and that is not his real name, but one was with hallucinations, as Merwin White had said of the several he assumes to suit his purposes." his daughter was. "You cannot mean that, miss," replied Nat, unwilling "My home on Fifth Avenue!" she exclaimed "You to believe that Merwin White was other than he had repre mean the house where I was held prisoner for several weeks sented himself to _be. "You have reference, I am sure, until I was brought here the other day. Yes, I remember to his twin brother, Alfred, who is connected with the gang now. I might have got away but for you. I appealed to in possession of this house." you to save me, but you permitted those men to catch me ''His twin brother!" said the girl, looking at him and take me back into the house, so I suppose you, too, are strangely. "Is it possible you are one of those he has de in league with them, though you do riot look like that kind ceived by that trick?" of a boy." "What trick?" asked Nat. "I would have stood by you, Miss White, had I really "He has no twin brother." believed that you needed my aicl; but--" "No twin brother!" gasped Nat. "Why--" "Why do you persist in calling me Miss White? My "No. He himself is both Merwin and Alfred White, asname is Edith Brooks. i:;uming either character when it suits his purpose to do so. "I was abducted from my home in Brooklyn, a few days He represents Alfred as viciously inclined, and responsible after my father and mother sailed for Europe, after leaving for all his own wicked deeds, while he poses as a man of me in the care of my aunt, by two men who called at the high and respectable character under the name of Merwin." house in a carriage with a forged message from my aunt "My gracious!" exclaimed Nat, fairly overcome by the asking me to come in the cab to the residence of a friend revelation, which accounted for many things that had herein New York. I was taken to the Fifth Avenue house tofore puzzled him.

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26 I THE YOUNG WALL STREET JONAH. means of scaling the front wall, Nat took the girl to the and all Wall Street cold talk of little else than the exploit rear of the grounds, where they found means of leaving the of the young broker whose motives in cutting loose from enclosure without great difficulty. his father, and setting himself up as an independent trader, "We will now hunt up th,e nearest police station and tell was such a puzzle to them all. our stories," said Nat; "and I hope we shall soon have Nat too)r Edith home to h er aunt. the gang behind the bars." The good lady had been broken-hearted over the mysThey walked nearly to the elevated station before they terious disappearance of her niece, who had been away two met with a policeman, and he directed them to the police months. station, where they arrived a quarter of an hour later. Nat held quite a reception in his office that afternoon. The sto ry they had to tell rather surprised the captain, .At least a score of brokers whom he knew well called who happened to be in the place when they arrived ;upon him and complimented him upon the part he had The captain lost no time in making his plans for raiding played in rounding up a dangerous gang of crooks, and in the old Waite man si on. rescuing 1J. fair young girl from their c lutches. A patrol wagon was loaded with officers and started off, "Is she pretty?" asked Broker Greene. Nat going with them, while Edith was put in charge of the "Is who asked Nat. matron of the station for the night. "Why, this girl you assisted to escape from the crooMN at led the cops to the rear of the grounds, as the easiest Miss Brooks, I think you said her name was." point of entry to the place, and they were soon at the front "Yes, she's as pretty as a peach." door. "I suppose this is the of a romance that will It was open just as Nat had left it. ultimately end at the altar," laughed the broker, and the The officers marched s oftly upstairs to the second floor, others present joined in, too. and then, as arranged, the boy opened the door and walked "I wouldn't advise you to bet any money on it," replied in alone. Nat, with a slight blu s h. "It doesn't follow that, because His appearance proved a great surprise to Laban Brood I rescued her from a strenuous situation, I will marry her, as w e ll as the others or that she would have me even if I wanted her." "How did you get out of the cellar, dear boy?" a ske d the "Well, I've got $100 to bet that you do marry her," rascal, masking his real feelings under a suave smile. chuckled Greene. "Who of you gentlemen will take me "I walked out, Mr. Brood," replied Nat, with a grim up?" smile. A trader named Gray said he'd take .him up if he offered .At the mention of his real name, Brood sprang from his odds. chair, and a db.rk lo ok came over his face, while a smothered That provoked another laugh, and finally the bunch went imprecatio n rose to hi s lip s away. "Don't get excited, Mr. Brood, alias Merwin and Alfred "I've jus t discovered that the Street i s much puzzled White. Take things coolly. Your game i s up and you over you," said Nye, Sr.; at dinner that evening to his. so n. might as well give up without making any troubl e." "What are they puzzled about?" asked Nat. "At the Thus speaking Nat threw open the door and the officers frequency with which I have got into the limelight of the sprang into the room newspapers of late?" The bunch were take n off their guard, and were easy "No. They are puzzled to acc9unt for you breaking victims. loose from me and setting up for yourself. It looks so odd While the y were being handcuffed, Nat went upstairs that they can't understand it." and inve stigating the different roo!11s found Mrs. Dunn "If they knew you s hook me becatise you considered me asleep in one of them. / a Jon.ah they wouldn't be \'vorried about the matt_ er a:qy He awoke her and told her that the crooks had been more. W e ll, I admit I have been a Jonah in some respects, captured and the mansion was once more in her charge. for I have certainly been one to Laban Brood and his as-Nat then rode ba ck to the station-house with the prisonsociates, but as long as I'm not a Jonah to myself I don't ers, most of the cops being obliged to walk for lack-of room care I don't mind puzzling the brokers, but it never would in the vehicle. do for me to be a real Wall Street Jonah." After promising to appear at the police court in the morning Nat took a train and went home. When the prisoners were arraigned for their examination before the magistrate, Nat, Edith and Mrs. Dunn testified against them. The latter pointed Brood out as the burglar whose face sbe had seen the night the mansion was entered and Abel Brett murdered and robbed. The whole bunch were held for the action of the Grand Jury. They were subsequently tried and got their jus t deserts. The new s pap ers made a sensation out of the rounding up of the crooked gang, and the clearing up of the mystery whi c h had surrounded the assassins of old Brett. Nat got most of the credit for the capture of the crooks; THE END. Reacl "WIRELESS WILL; OR, THE SUCCESS OF A YOUNG TELEGRAPH OPERATOR," which will be the next number (223) of "Fa?1e and Fortune Weekl y." \ SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly a re always in print. 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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. Fame and Fortune Weekly NEW YORK, DECEMBER 31, 1909. TERMS TO Sl} BSCRIBERS Single Copies .............. '............................. One Copy Three Months .................................. One Copy Six Months .................. .................. .. One Copy One Vear ....................................... Postage Free. .05Cents .65 Cents $1.25 $2.50 HOW TO SBNO MONBV-Atourrisksend P.O.MoneyOrder,Check, or Registered Letter; remittances in any other way are at your risk. \Ve accept Postage Stamps the same a.a cash. When sendmg silver wrap the Coin in a separate piece of paper to avoid cutting the envel ope. Write y ou" nanie and address plainly. AddreM letters to StNOL UB. Tous&v, President Oxo. G. HAST1Nos, Treasurer CHAS. E. NYLANDER, Secretary Frank Tousey, Publisher 24 Union Sq., New York GOOD STORIES. When a traveler in Baden desires to send a telegram while he is on the train, he writes the message on a post-card, puts on a stamp, and drops it into the letter-box. At the next station the box is emptied and the message sent. f A lady in Paris, during a violent quarrel with her husband, hurled a soda-water siphon at him. He dodged, and it missed him; it went through a window, dropped into a passing motor cab and exploded like a bomb The four occupants of the cab were seriously cut about the face and hands. The Memorial Baptist Church, of Hartford, Conn., has ex perienced a great falling off in the att-endance of married women Their excuse is that they had to attend ta, their chil dren. The trustees are about to annex a "bawl-room," for the reception and care of children while the mothers are attending, to their religious devotions. There is a good fishing place over in Greene County, N. Y., which is but little visited, and where there are said to be black bass "as long as your arm." It is called Black Lake, a short distance beyond Greene's Lake, but to get to it one has to go among rattlesnakes, and it is the snakes that keep the fisher men away from the lake. A German who has a truck farm near the lake and who brings loads of vegetables to Hudson every apring and summer says the rattlesnakes are so numer ous that he has been trying to get some of his neighbors to combine with him and buy half a dozen razorback to let loose in the neighborhood and destroy the snakes, but his neighbors do not feel so inclined, and the snakes flourish. At a place called Kotron on the French Ivory Coast the natives believe that to eat or destroy a turtle would mean death to the guilty one or sickness among the family. The fetich men, of whom there ;i,re plenty, declare that years ago a man went to sea fishing. In the night his canoe was thrown upon the beach empty. Three days afterward a turtle came ashore at the same place with the man on its back alive and well. Since that time they have never eaten or destroyed one of that species, although they enjoy other species. If one happens now to be washed ashore there is a great commotion in the town. First the women sit down and start singing and beating sticks, next a small piece of white cloth (color must be white) is placed on the turtle's back. Food is then prepared and placed on the cloth, generally plantains, rice and palm oil. Then amid a lot more singing, dancing and antics of the fetich people it is carried back into the sea and goes on its way rejoicini:. Many accidents to boats have been caused by tarpon. Claude Curran, of San Antonio, Tex., tE!llS of an experience he had not long a.go. He chartered a boat at Corpus Christi in whkh to make a trip to the fishing grounds near Turtle Cove. He loaded the eabin up with food supplies, including eggs mo lasses, bread and various other kinds of edibles, for the cruise. He and a trained boatman compose}! the crew. "I was doing the steering," Mr. Curran said, "and we were going along at a lively clip, having covered about ten miles, when all of a sudden a huge tarpon leaped out of the water and landed in the cockpit. It slashed around there for a minute or two, and then gave a leap and landed in the ca.bin. It turned itself loose in the cabin, and in two minutes it had made the place look as if it had been struck by a cyclone. While we were discussing what to do to get rid of the fish the monster gave a. terrific leap out of t)le ca.bin and again landed in the cockpit. It made another leap and landed overboard, and with a parting swish of its silvery tail it disappeared in the water. I went into the cabin to take an inventory of the damage. The fish had broken all the eggs, smashed tbe jug of molasses into pieces and pasted the sticky stuff, mixed with scrambled eggs, all over the cabin. It had ruined all of our food supplies and played havoc generally. The destruction was so complete that we had to return to Corpus Christi, where the cabin was scrubbed out, repairs made and a new supply of provisions laid in." JOKES AND JESTS. "Warmer, with greater humidity," said the weather clerk. "You're giving us hot air," grumbled the people, viewing him with distinct disfavor. Mr. Snapp-Well, what are you going to do about it? Mrs. Snapp-Oh, don't be in such a hurry. It takes me some time to make up my mind. Mr; Snapp-That's strange. You haven't. much material to work with. Algy-Gwace has a hahwid father. When I awsked him. for her hand I said, "Love for your daughter has dwiven me hawf crazy." Cholly-And then, deah boy? "Then the old bwute said, 'Has, eh? Well, whd completed the 'job?'" Polly-See that girl sitting over there all alone? She has been trying her best for the last ten year,s to get a husband, but has failed. Doll1-She is good-looking; what's the mat ter? Polly-Why, she took the prize at Vassar for oratory, and there has been no ian with nerve enough to want to be her husband. The boy hung back when the vi.sitor spoke to him, a.nd his mother was naturally annoyed. "Won't you go to Mrs. Jones, Harold?" she said. "Don't you like me?" asked Mrs. Jones, good-naturedly. "No, I don't!" answered the boy. "Why, Harold!" exclaimed his mother reproachfully. "Well, I got licked for not telling the truth yesterday, and I ain't taking no chances to-day," protested the boy. Mr. Leslie Ward, the caricaturist, has told an amusing story of how the opinion of a child saved him from the wrath of one of his subjects. A certain gentleman was not pleased with one of "Spy's" drawings of himself; so the artist went to talk the matter over with him. In the course of the interview the "subject" declared that the picture was not a bit like him. Presently the door opened, and the gentleman's little grand child came in. Going to the table, sh e picked up the portrait under discussion and innocently exclaimed: "Why, that's grandP.a 1

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28 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. A TEMPLE OF tiOLD OR THE LAST OF THE TOLTECS By Paul Braddon. tlie anterior ages. I am the only heir to the City of the Golden Skulls! "Mentera!" interposed a voice at this juncture close behind Mexican Paco. "Ha! he cried, springing up, and wheeling around while Dick burst out laughing1 "It is. Leon Santa Anna!" exclaimed Dick, "and he says you lie!" Behind the glib-tongued gambler stood another Mexican, The biggest gold nugget brought into camp since Rocky in native costume, who wore a short pair of side whiskers like Bar started! Tha. t was the general verdict wh e n Dick Lyons, the young miner from the North, handed in his lump at the assay office. There was another conviction in the mind of everybody who saw it, and that was the fact that the nugget came from no placer, quartz ledge, pocket or drift. It had the peculiar and exact form of a man's skull. Dick Lyons did not stake out a claim nor register one with the sheriff, consequently everybody but the youthful miner himself marveled. Night had fallen over the camp, and when Dick reached Sandy Ellis' barroom he became the cynosure of all eyes, and everybody was full of eager questions. He was no more than two and twenty, wore rough pants, tucked in the tops of his boots, a blue flannel shii-t, with a belt around his waist, in which several dangerous-looking weapons were thrust, and his bronzed face was shaded by a slouche d hat. Every lineament of bis features portrayed an immense store of determination in his character, and in the width of his shoulders and size of his brawny arms, lurked an amount of strength which was only equaled by another man in Rocky Bar. This person was Mexican Paco, the herculean gambler, who won ali the drunken miners' dust, in a marvelous fashion and always wore the fanciest of his native When the young miner had run the gauntlet of several volleys of questions, the huge Mexican drew him aside in a corner at a table, and while an eager look shone in his snaky black eyes he said, in low tones: "You found that' nugget in a buried city, Dick Lyons." "What do you nlean by that, Paco?" "I mean that you did not mine that gold." "How do you know I didn't?" "By its shape. It came from a city, under the Sierra Madre." "You seem to be pretty sure, greaser.lo "Carramba! I ought to know. You have found a Toltec temple of the sun. "Well-and suppose I did accidentally discover a city under the mountain-a city which must have b e en deserted since the 'year of grac e 1200, when the Azl ec race superseded the Chichmecs-tl:re followers of the Toltecs-suppose I did find one of thefr wonderful treasure shrines-what of it?" "Then you mu s t share your discovery with me," said the gambler, in impressive tones, "and I will t e ll you why: I own that buried city. I am a descendant of Montezuma, the last chief who r e ign e d over Anahuac, when Cortes gained domination over MexiC'O. F rom him a tradition came down through our family, that when Catholicism wiped the Aztec nation and ,religion out of existence, a band who fled from Istaccihuatl (White Woman) mountain, to those of Tepe Suene, formed their city in the subterraneans they made, and amassed therein all the riches and splendors that signaiized I the hal. cyon days before the invaders came from Spain. The City of the Golden Skulls was lost in oblivion, as to location. But it has been assiduously searched for, from one generation to another of my family, for its location was lost far },lack in his countryman. "Maldiciones sabre su alma! exclaimed Paco, in a tower ing passion. "Mad, eh?" said Santa Anna, with a sneer. "Well, Senor Lyons, he is a fraud. He heard that story from my lips, and is trying to impersonate me!" '"l'hen, you, Leon, are a descendant of the ancient Montezuma?" asked Dick. "Yes; senor. I am the.last of the Toltecs! Paco, your plan to impersonate me is foiled! Go! When he was gone, Dick turned around, faced Leon, and asked: "Did you tell the truth. Santa Anna?" "By my mother!" exclaimed the Mexican, raising his tall, big brimmed hat. Dick was strongly inclined to believe Leon. He had once been befriended by the Mexican, when in great distress. "If, then, you are a real claimant to the treasure I have discovered," said Dick, "meet me to-inorrow, and I will take you to the Tolte
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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 29 For answer Dick flung the snaky coil he had slung on his arm, it whizzed across the yawning gulf, the noose of the lariat caught a projecting rock, he fastened the end he held, and then secured the second on his arm. He swung himself over the abyss and crossed hand over hand, the tough line bending like a bow with his weight. The Mexican followed tremblingly. A weird, strange scene met their view. Before them was a huge idol-the Toltec Mars-to whom not only were fruits, flowers, perfumes and songs offered up by the ancient Toltec heathen, but twenty thousand human lives were annually sacrificed to appease the terrible deity. The idol itself was of huge proportions, and was covered with gold and silver, wrought in the forms of human skulls and hearts, the waist was girt about with thick golden ser pents, and close by stood incense braziers of the same precious metal.' All about were fire censers, lamps, columns, and curious ornaments scattered about, all made of gold and silver, singu larly wrought, and everiY' embellishment upon the ugly idol was of the same precious metal, molded and engraven in thousands of hieroglyphical devices "What do you intend to do?" asked the Mexican. "We will despoil this place of its riches, fling them across the chasm, and when everything is over, gd across ourselves, gather them up, and bring them to Rocky Bar where they can be converted into bank notes." They then set to work, and kept at it hour after hour, heedless of fatigue, until they had nearly finished, when an accident occurred to Leon. In tearing a skull from the idol he fell and sprained his arm. It was very late in the afternoon, so they desisted. Dick tied one end of the spare lasso around the Mexican's waist. "Now cross over," said he. "If you should fall, owing to your arm weakened, I will be able to hold you with this, which I will fasten to my body." The Mexican then entered the cavern, and seeing the tun nel ahead of him, he plunged in, little dreaming of where he was going. On he went, as lightly as a cat, striving to pierce the dark ness ahead with his sight. Suddenly Mexican Paco reached the edge of the chasm. Not knowing anything about it he fell over. A frightful yell burst from his lips, his eyes started from their sockets, he threw out his hands in a wild but futile endeavor to save himself, then down he went like a shotright over Dick's head. There came a jar on the lariats just then. Mexican Paco's hands had come in contact with them, and he seized them. They were both hanging to the lariats then. "Ave Maria santissima!" yelled Paco. "Save me!" "Why, that is not the voice of Leon!" muttered Dick in all\azement. "It is Mexican Paco, and the rascal in falling over has caught the lariats!" The/ Mexican was lodged a few feet above him, where the wall bulged, and in his frantic efforts to climb up, his body had swung around so that it was now wedged in between the lariats and the protruding wall. This was a fortunate circumstance for Dick. As the rope was thrown further out, he could now very easily climb to the top, and immediately proceeded to do so. When he reac hed the Mexican, the rascal seized hold of him and tried to clamber up on Dick's body to reach the edge of the precipice, only eight feet above their heads. Divining his intentions, the young miner began the same tactics, and a furious struggle was the result. 'l'he lariats, to which they each clung with one hand, swayed back and forth, over that dreadful height, and panted hard and fought like tigers for the supremacy. Suddenly one of the lariats broke! The Mexican uttered a hoarse cry, and slid down a few feet. Dick jumped upon his shoulders, and bounding upw:ird caught the remaining lariat up higher. 'fhen he swung hi m I self aloft, caught the edge of the rock, and pulled him e clr The Mexican nodded and started on his perilous journey. He reached the other side in safety, then Dick came across. When he reached the middle the lariat suddenly broke! There cii.me a frightful concussion as he was hurled against up out of danger. the side of the abyss, beneath where Santa Anna stood holding There came an awful shout of horror as the other la ss o the lariat, which was fastened around his waist. But though broke, and the end whizzed by him, dealing him a blow t l 1 : t badly bruised he did not let go. fairly stung, and he knew that Mexican Paco had gone to h i..; He rebounded from the wall and returned, getting a few doom, down in the bowels af the earth! more cuts and bumps, but his clutch on the lariat did not re, Hurrying from the cavern, he found the remaining mul<', lax a trifle. and saw where the earth had been freshly broken away fro1!1 There he hung, fifteen feet from the top, and heaven only the edges of the cliff. knows how far above the bottom of that black chasm. Looking down, he saw what had happened to the unfortu" Leon!" he shouted. "Hurry away on one of the mules to nate Santa Anna and the poor mule. Both of the bodies lay procure help." down in the ravine below, lifeless. Assured that his friend was safe for the present, Leon Returning to the cavern he found the lantern Leon had hurried down the passage, dropping his lantern, dashed dropped, which he ignited, and gathering as much of the through the cavern, and forcing open the rocky door, he treasure as the mule could stagger under, he went back to hurried out on the ledge, sprang upon the bacll.'. of one of Rocky Bar. Here he disposed of it, but did not mention the the two mules, and turned its head around to retrace his fate of the two Mexi c ans. Several more trips were made to steps back to Rocky Bar. the Toltec Cavern ere he had recovere(l all of the trea sure, But he had not_ gone a dozen paces when Mexican Paco and the last time he went there an earthquake shock sho o k sprang out from behind a niche in the face of the wall of the the mountain. He saw the ancient temple falling to pieces, cliff confronting him and narrowly escaped with his life. Leon could. alight, Paco laid one brawny The result of his lucky find enriched him, and gathering hand upon the mule, and exerting all of his herculean strength, his traps together one fine day he left Rocky Bar for e ver, he gave the beast a shove that sent it over the edge of the and made his way to the north, where at the present time he precipice. Santa Anna threw one arm around the animal's ls enjoying the riches he procured from the temple of gold. neck, a cry of horror burst from his lips, and the next mo-His wealth cost him two lives; the riddance of Mexican Paco 1 ment both muie and rider down the yawning was a blessing to the community; but Leon Santa Anna was abyss! the last of the Toltecs!

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Everything I .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA I These Books Tell You Each book oonsists of sixty-four pages, printed on gO&d paper, in clear type and neatly bound in Jn attractive, illustrated oovel'. 1'ost of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that av lflild can thoroughly undetstand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subject9 mentioned. THESE BOOKS AREl FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICl!l ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TJilN CENTS EACH, OR ANY 'l'HREE BOOKS FOR TWEJNTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 2'4 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO 1\lESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism; also how to cure all kinds of diseases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Bugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize,'' etc. PALMISTRY No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing tlie most approved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and t'ie key for telling character by the bumps on the head. BJ Leo .Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in 1tructive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explaining the most approved methods whi c h are employed by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A..O.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUN'r AND FISH.-The most completb hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains full in-1tructions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know how to row a nd sail a boat. Full instructions are given in this little book, together with in1tructions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. No. 41. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVEJ A HORSE. A complete treatise on the horse. Describing the most useful horses for business, th,e best boi;es for the road; also valuable recipes for diseases peculiar to the horse. No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A bandy book for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By O. Stansfield Hicks. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUl\1 AND DREJAM BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true U!ean ing of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and curious games of cards. A complete book. No. 23. HOW 'l'O EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, from the little child to the aged man and woman. This little book gives the explanation to all kinds of dreams, .together with lucky and unlucky days, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28. HOW '.rO TELL FORTUNES.-Everyone is desirous of knowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or misery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this little book. Buy one and be convinced. Tell your own fortune. Tell the fortune of your friends. No. 76. HOW TO '.rELL ORTUNES BY THE HAND.Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lines of the band, or the secret of palmistry. Also the secret of telling future events by aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated, By A. Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6. HOW TO BECOJ\IE AN ATHLETE.-G1ving full in-1truction for the use of dumb bells, Indian clubs, paralle l bars, horizontal bars and various other methods of developing a good, healthy mus cle; containing over sixty illustrations. Every boy can become strong and healthy by following the instructions contained in this littl e book. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defense made easy. Containing over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the dirfer ent positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of these useful and instructive books, as it will teach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25. HOW TO BECOllfE A GYMNAST.-Contain!ng full instructions for all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. Embracing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. A handy and useful book. No. 34. HOW TO FIDNCE.-Contaiping full instruction for fencing and the use of the broadsword; also instruction in archery. Described with twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best positions in fencing. A complete book. TRICKS WITH CARDS. No. 51 HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing ewlanations of the general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring .teight-of-hand; of tricks involving sleight-of hand, or the use of ll'Cially prepared cards. Bg Professor Haffner. Illustrated. No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS Wl:TB CARDS.-Em bracing all of the latest and most decepl..ive card trieks, with il lustrations. By A. Anderson. No .. 7_7. HOW .TO DO F9RTr TitICKS WITH CA.RDS. Contammg deceptive Card Tricks as by leading conjurors and magicians. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the day, also the most popular magical illusions as performed by oui: lea?ing magicians; evi;ry boy should obtain a copy of this book, aa It Wiil both amuse and mstruct. No: 22. '1'0 DO SECOND SIGHT.-HelleiJs second sight exp lamed b;: his former assistant, Fred Bunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. 'l'he only authentic expllJ.nation of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the grandest assortment of magical illusions ever placed before the public. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW '.rO DO CHEMICAL TlUCKS.-Containing one hundred highly awusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. And!i)rson. Handsomely illustrated. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also containmg the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No .. 70. HOW '.J.'O MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full directions for makmg l\Iagic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. B7 A.. Anderson. Fully illustrated. No. 73._ HOW. 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IIOW TO MAKE MUS .. efJAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full directions how to rltake a Banjo, Violin, Zither, .2Eolian Harp, Xylo ph .. ne and other musical instruments; together with a brief de scription of nearly every musical instrument used in or mod ern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years ba:cdmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Oontaining a description of the Ian.tern, together with its history and invention. Also full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Oontaininr complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Trick1. By A.. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITIN"G. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A mott com. plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letter-, and when to use them, giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LA.DIES.-Givinr complete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjecta; .also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 24. HOW TO WRITEJ LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample lettllrs for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE. LETTERS.-A. wonderful little book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish to write to. Every young man and every young lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LEJTTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructious for writing letters on almost any subject; also rulet1 for punctuation OOIDPGlitiOD, wlUa IDtciaen letters.

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HOW TO BECOME A SCIEJNTIST.-"A u s eful 11.n d In structive book giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in a c ousti c s, me c hani c s mathe matics, chemistry a n d d i -. ENTERTAINMENT. rections for making firewo r ks, colored fires, and gas balloons. T h i 1 No. 9. HOW 'SO BEC Oi\IE A Harry boo k cannot be equaled K enn e dy. 'l'h e s ec r e t giv e n aw ay. Every intelligent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.-A comp l ete h andboo k for thi s book of instructio ns, by a prac t i cal profe s sor (delighting multimaking all kinds of candl i c e-creail).,_ essencl!s, etcu etc. t udes every night with his wond e rfu} imitations), can master the No. 8 4 HOW 'l'O BruOOl\fE A 1'1 AU'l'ttOR.-Containing full art, and c reate any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice bf subjects ; the use of words and the rreatest boo k E>ver publi s h ed. and there's million s (of fun) in it. mannet ofpreparing and su bmitting manuscript. 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