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;Y.?'24. Tile tranaom.1wung opn and Tomshead and arms appeared iri t e opening. He looked down upon.i11.e e.ngry brokers in. corridor. weu. gentlemen. what can I do ior youP" he suavely. ''llave you come to aettleP" ,'

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t / Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES .OF BOYS WHO 'MAKE MONEY 1'Necl WeeTd11-B11 Subscription IZ.50 per f{ear Entered according to Act of Congreu, in the 11ear 1910, in the o,Olcc o/ &Ae .ubro,... of Congreu, Wa&hington, D. O., b11 Frank Touse11, Publiaher, U Union 8quqre, New York, No. 224. NEW YORK, JANUARY 14, 1910. PRICE 5 CENTS. WALLSTREET JONES OR, TRIMMING THE .TRICKY TRADERS By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER I. WALL STREET JONES. "This seems to be a n e w tenant," said Broker Frazer, as he and Broker Sawyer paus e d before a recently-lettered door on the fourth floor of the Star Building in Wall Street. "Decidedly new," replied his companion, "a'nd the way he has had his door lettere.d is decidedly singular, upon my word." "It certainly is," coincided Frazer. "Entirely out of the common I should judge from it that the new tenant is either eccentric, or has some particularreason for announcing him self in that way." "One would think he was the only Jones in Wall Street the way he puts it," said Sawyer "And one who was the whole thing in bi s line. By the way, what is his business? There is nothing on the door to indicate what he does." "A financier of some kind, I s hould imagine. Lend s money, maybe, on gilt-edged securities, or something like that." "On the strict Q.T., for instance," laughed Frazer <'Very likely. To a sel ect clientele. When you need money go to Jones," chuckled Sawyer. "You mean 'Wall Street' Jones," corrected Frazer. "Yes. When you look at it in that light the inscription doesn't look funny after all. It strikes me that 'Wall Street Jones' is the tenant's trade-mark. No doubt his business cards read the same way, with additional informa tion indicating.the nature of the bu s iness he transacts." "Maybe he's some new broker from the West, who takes this unusual method of attracting attention and business. H he advertised himself as plain John Jones, broker, he would be merely one of the ordinary units of the financial district; but by putting himself forward as 'Wall Street Jones,' the speculating public is apt to think he i s some body above the common, and thus be led to patronize him. See the point?". "I do. His apparent eccentricity might be a clever scheme to boost himself into prominence, as you say. An instance of every man his own press agent. Well, ao he's on your floor, you'll probably find out more about him after awhile. Whether he's a broker, or a money lender, or a dealer in futures, or whatever his business is, it's pretty sure to come out before long, and then Mr. Wall Street J won't be the mystery he now is," said Sawyer, starting for the elevator with Frazer. The bHef inacription on the new tenant's door which had attracted the curiosity of the two brokers was certainly rather odd, and entirely different from any other sign in the building, or in Wall Street, for that matter. It was simply "Jones" in conspicuous letters. Above, in much smaller type, were the words "Wall Street." Below, separated by several inches, was the word "Office." That was all. The tenant's line of business was riot stated, but pre sumedly it was connected directly with Wall Street.

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WALL STREET J O NES. --=========================================================== Had the two brokers been able to see through the frosted glass they would have seen "Wall Street" Jones at his desk, a new one, like every other bit of furniture in the room, which showed that the new tenant had provided himself with a spick and span outfit. Furthermore, the brokers would have been struck by the youthfufoess of "Mr." Jones, who certainly did not look a day older than eighteen ytiars. Young as he appeared to be, there was a shrewd, wide awake look about his face that indicated if Jones was a boy he was no ordinary one. At that moment Wall Street Jones was covering the top sheet of a letter-size pad with numerous figures, and the occupation seemed to interest him exceedingly. "If I only had a million now what wouldn't I do to the combination who regard me as merely a very useful, but unimportant pawn on their chessboard?" he chuckled "If things work out as I have planned them, I shall make a fortune out of my connection with the combine, and no one will be the wiser of how I did it. What a snap I have! And won't I nurse it? Well, say, I wasn't born yesterday. If the combine gets away with all the members have in sight they'll make a raft of money. And if,they don't discover the identity of Wall Street Jones, there is no saying how much of the raft will come my way I wouldn't exchange my chances to be President of the United States. But I can't be too cautious. The men at the head of the combine are sharper than a new razor. I can't afford to go to sleep at any stage of the game. If they eyer learn that Wall Street Jones is the humble youth who has made his services almost indispensable to them, and whose eyes apparently see not, and ears hear not, when seeing and hearing is out of order, then there'll be something doing that will not be exactly to the liking of yours truly." As the lad communed with himself he continued to add more figures to thoi;e already on the pad, and when he finally footed up the result he shook hands with .himself, and looked as i f the world wagged exceedingly well with him. "The combine has A & B cornered so close that succea.s is certain," he said. "In a day or two the stock will boom like a house afire, and the 100 shares which I bought at the bed-rock price of 72 will be worth, in the course of ten days, anywhere from 90 to par When the orders are given to unload I will get out from under just a trifle in advance so that the cream will c .ome my way. And that will be the beginning of Wall Streef Jones' succesa. Maybe one of these days I'll be a new sensation for the Sunday magazine section of some enterprising daily. If. that event materializes, as I fondly hope it may, Wall Street will have something to talk about that will make the graybeards sit up and take notice." Jones shoved the pad from him, swung around in hi.; pivot chair and looked out of the window. It wasn't on Wall Street that Jones looked, but across a wide court that furnished light and air to that part of the building. He had no particular object in looking across the courtthe action was simply mechanical-but the look proved of momentous importance to him as events turned out. H i s eyes encountered a vision of female loveliness that quite took his breath away, and riveted bis attention. The f ema l e in q u estio n was a girl o f pe r haps seventee n years The profile of her face was a perfect Grecian one, as :flawless as any cameo carved l:ty a master band; while her features were framed in a brilliant setting of Titian-red hai r which is a tint that women rave over, but can never obtain in its purity except through nature. If Wall Str eet Jones had a particular weakness it was for pretty girls, and the prettier they were the more they impressed him. Jones had seen a big bunch of pretty in the course of his youthful career, but nothing that approached this vision. Whether it was that the young man's admiring glance attracted the young lady's attention, or she casually glanced across the court, certain it is their eyes met for an instant, and though the girl dropped her eyes immediately, that encounter was full with fate for both of them "My gracious!" exclaimed the boy. "She's a beaut and no mistake." He continued to look at the young lady, but the girl bent over the work she was employed on, and did not look at _him again / "There's a girl I'd like to know," he said to himself. "There is something about her beside good looks that attracts me. I never saw a young lady before who in terested me so much." He looked at his watch. "Wefl, it's time' I got my, lunch and then got uptown. 'i'wo till five are not very strenuous office hours, even with an evening or two a week, oh which to draw ten per. Most bqys would call my job a gilt-edged snap, without any reference to what I have discovered is in it. things don't happen very often, unless you're some rich man's son, and the old man buys enough stock in some corporation to establish you in the position of secretary, with a good salary and little to do. The gods have cer tainly been very generous to me Heaven, according to on() of JEsop's fables, helps those who help themselves, and I'm going to help myself to everything in sight 'l'bat's business." Wall Street Jones chuckled as he threw another glance across the court at the pretty girl employe in the office facing his Then he shut down the top of h i s desk, pu t o n his hat and left the office. CHAPTER II. EDDIE EASTMAN, THE BOY WITH THE S OFT SNAP. On the stroke of two o'clock a boy, who looked near enough l ike Wall Street Jones to be his twin brother, i entered a big office building on Fifth Avenue south of Twenty-third Street. As he stepped into one of the elevators the man in charge said : "Hello, Eddie, how are things coming to-day?" "They're coming my way in bunches," answered the boy, good-humoredly "I believe you. A fellow who goes to work a t two and quits at five, and doesn't work on Saturday at all, ex cept by special request, has nothing to complain abou t that

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WALL STREET JONES. 3 I can see," replied the elevator-man, secretly envying the youth who was waiting to go up to the fifth floor. "You haven't heard me kick, have you?" "I should say not. You haven't anything to kick about." "How do you know? There may be weighty responsibilities resting on this dome of mine of which you do not dream." : "If there are you don't show any indicatiops of the :fact," lau ghed the elevator-man as he started the cage up. "You look as care-free as a bird." "Looks don't always count. It is a mistake to judge what's in a book by the appearance of its cover." "I'd be willing to exchange my responsibilities, and wages, for yours any day, and count myself lucky. Well, here you are at your floor.". Eddie stepped out of the e l evator and took his way along the corridor to a suite of apartrnen ts overlooking Fifth Avenue. Three doors opening on the corridor connected with the suite. The one before which paused, inserted a key in the lock and opened, was lettered "Thomas Q. Brown." The others bore the simple word "Private." What Thomas Q. Brown's business was did not appear. It must have been something of to warrant the use of an expensive suite of offices. The room that Eddie entered was furnished with a magnificent rug, several fine chairs, a small desk near one of the windows, which Eddie took possession of after putting his derby in the closet, and a number of artiatic en gravings. A door led into one of the other offices beyond. It stood ajar, and through the opening came the in termittent ticking of an indicator similar to those in Wall Street brokers' offices. Apparently there was no work on hand for Eddie to do, so he amused himself by looking down on the crowd of pedestrians who lined the opposite side of Fifth A venue. Half an hour passed away and then the door opened and admitted a well-dressed man. "Good-afternoon, Mr. Brown," said the boy, rising and standing be, ide his desk. "Good-afternoon, Eddie," returned the gentleman. "Any letters?" "No, sir." "Anybody here yet?" "No, sir." Mr. Brown passed through into the next room, crossed it and entered the third one beyond. Both of the rooms were handsomely furnished, partiru larly the inner one. Five minutes afterward another gentleman came in. This ti.me Eddie didn't rise, but he nodded and said, "Good-afternoon, Mr. Gay." Mr. Gay, who sported a Vandyke beard and look ed prosperous, returned the greeting much in the same manner as Mr. Brown had clone. "Has Mr. Brown arrived?" he added. "Yes, sir. Just came in." Mr. Gay passed into the next room, stopped a moment or two at the ticker to look at the tape, and then knocked at the door of the inner office. "Come in," said a voice, and he entered and shut the door. In the course of the next half hour six more gentlemen, all on a par with Mr. Brown and Mr. Gay, came in, exchanged greetings with Eddie, and vanished inside. During the two hours that followed Eddie was called upon to do various things, and was sent out on a couple of errands. At half-past fowr another gentleman connected with the bunch on hand came in and joined the rest. The crowd remained until a quarter past five, and then d eparted in twos and threes. Mr. Brown and the gentleman with the Vandyke beard were tlt e last to go. As soon as ihcy were gone Eddie walked into tb.e middle room ancl spent ten mim1tes looking at the tape that lay in tho bas ket beside the ticket. "It's up to 76. Good enough. To-morrow it will be higher," ho said. 1 Ho entered the private room and looked around. 'l'here were several pieces of crushed paper in the waste basket alongside of l\Ir. Brown's desk. Eddie picked them up, smoothed them out and read what was written on them. Ho put one in his vest pocket and tossed the others back. Then he locked up and started for home Eddie, whose other name was Eastman, lived in a small fl.at in Harlem with his mother and two sisters. His father was a traveling mtm for a big wire manu facturing concern, and was away from home a large part of his time. Eddie was, therefore, looked upon as the man of the house. He sat at the head of the table, except when hia father 'vas home, and to a certain extent bossed the ranch. His mother w;.ts proud of him, as mothers usually are of an only son who pehaves himself, while his s ist ers thought there wasn't another boy in the univerae who was able t-0 line up with him. Supper was ready when he reached the fl.at, and he was ready for supper. "Did you bring those picture pos tals I asked you to get me?" asked his sister May, as the family sat clown to the meal. "Sure I did," replied Eddie. "Do you think I'd forget anything you asked me for, sis?" "You're the best boy in the world," she cried as he fished some picture cards out of an inside pocket and tossed them over to her. As she. was looking the postals over a business cflrd dropped out of them on to her plate. She picked it up and looked at it. This is what she read: "Wall Street Jones, Office, Room 666, No.-Wall Street, New York City." "Here's a card I found among the postals, Eddie," she said, holding it up. "Do you want it?" "Yes, I ll take it," grinned tlw boy. "Funny name, isn't it? Wall Street Jones." "What's funny about it? It's the business card of Mr. Jones of Wall Street."

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WALL STREET J ONES. "He doesn't say what his business is. Is he a broker, do you know?" "He's an operator." "A11 operator! Wfiat does he operate on?" "On the market." "What does he do to the market?" "It's hard to tell just what he'll do to it ii he ge,ts the chance," chuckled Eddie. "''I don't understand what you mean'." "Then I'll explain, sis. An operator is one who specu lates in stocks on his own personal account. A man who makes a business o:f keeping abreast of Wall Street affairs A large speculator and wire-puller in fact." "Oh! I always thought an qperator was a person who ran some kind o:f a machine. Girls who work on sewing machines are called operators, I know." "That's another kind o:f operator altogether." "Are you acquainted with Mr. Jones?" "Yes. I've known him a long time." "Is he connected with those capitalists you work for?" "He is in a way." "I suppose he's wealthy?" "He's got as much money as I have, I'll guarantee that," laughed Eddie. "What a ridiculous answer," said his sister. "Do you suppose he's worth a million or more?" "No, I don't suppose anything of the kind "Have you ever been in his office?" "Oh, yes; I was there to-day." "You seem to spend a good deal of your spare time in Wall Street. What do you do there?" "Learning the ropes." "Are you thinking of becoming a broker some day? she laughed. "I might i:f things pan out right." "You'd need a lot of money i.o become a broker, wouldn' t you?" "Yes; I'd need more than I've got now "I guess you will-a good deal more." After that the conversation turned to other subjects, anq Wall Street Jones was forgotten CHAPTER III. A BOLD ROBBERY. Next morning at ten o'clock Wall Street Jones walked into his office and took his seat at his desk. The first thing he did was to glance across the co urt, and there at.her desk sat the lovely girl who so interested him. While his gaze was on her she looked across and agai n their eyes met. She turned her :face away almost immediately, and did not look his way again, at least while his attention was on her, but the glance she had given him was not soon for gotten Jones remained in his office an hour or more watching the quot ations on the tape. He seemed to have no other business on hand. He noted down on the pad the A. & B. quotations as fast as they came out. 'l'he stock advanced from time to time, and registered at 79 when Jones got up, pui on his hat, and after an other glance at the girl, left the office. He went straight to the Exchange, walked up into the gallery and remained there till half-past twelve. Fifteen minutes later he was eating his lunch in a Broadway restaurant. He took his tirrie at the meal, and it was about one when he paid his check and walked outside, As he approached the corner of Pine Street a girl turned the corner and came toward him. He recognized her at once as the lovely young lady who worked in the office across the court from his place. Suddenly he saw a dapper-looking young man edging toward her "I'll bet that chap means to speak to her," thought the boy. "If he does, and she puts up a kick at his nerve, I'll step in and hand him out a call down." The young man did something not expected by Wall Street Jones. He snatched away her hand-bag and darted into the first entrance at hand. re My gracious!" breathed the boy. "If he isn't a crook and not a masher. I must take a hand at this, and not let him get away." As the girl uttered a low cry and stood seemingly dazed at the the:f't, Jones darted for the office building entrance through which he had seen the young man vanish. 'l'here was no sign of the fellow on the ground corridor, where a small elevator was waiting for a passenger, so the boy ran up the first flight of stairs to the second floor. The building being a narrow one, Jones could easily see i f any one was standing anywhere along the corridor. N o body was, so he continued on up to the third floor. That floor was likewise deserted, and the boy began to wonder if the crook had entered one of the offices on that floor or the ones below. He could easily have done that, putting up any old excuse for doing so. "Well, the only thing I can do is to keep on up," he said to himself, and he did. Two men came out of offices on the fourth floor and went over to the elevator, but there was no sign o:f the thief. There was only one more flight, and Jones ascended it, not expecting to find his man there. When he reached it he saw the scuttle in the corner open, and a pair of legs, that looked familiar to him, dis appearing through it. The scutt l e was then shut. "I'll bet th,at's the chap :for a dollar," thought the boy. "It's me :for the roof to find out." He went up the ladder, pushed open the scuttle and stuck his head out Right before him, three yards away, sitting on the :fire wall between the building and its neighbor, was the fellow who had snatched the girl's bag. Jones recognized him at once. If he wanted forther evidence oi' the chap's identity he could have found it in the bag, which stood beRide the well dressed rascal. It was open and in his hands was a roll of bills he was counting with a look o:f great satisfaction.

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WALL STREET JONES. 5 'l'he :fellow wasn't asleep, however. The moment the scuttle opened and the boy' s head ap peared, he jumped to his :feet ancf thrust the money into his outside pocket. "Hello l" said Jon es. "He llo, yourself," returned the crook. "What are you doing up here?" "What's that your business, y,0ung fellow?" Jones stepped out on the roof and let the lid of the scuttle fall back into its place. "I'll trouble you for that money you have taken out of the bag you stole from the yo-qng lady on the side walk just now,'' he sa id, advancing. "What's that?" asked the dapper young man, stepping over the fire-wall on to the adjoining roof. "You heard what I said. I want that money." "What are you talking about?" asked the thief, continuing to back away. "You know what I'm talking about. Hand the roll over and you can go your way." "I guess you're talking rag-time, young fellow." "You'll soon be doing time if you don't shell out your plunder," returned the boy in a resolute tone. "You're crazy," answered the crook, stepping over the next fire-wall. "Am J? What are you r etreating .for if you've got nothing to he afraid of?" "J u'st taking a little exercise," grinned the dapper young man, ;;arclonicallv. "I'll giYe you' all and more than you want when I you." "Really, you're joking, aren't you?" replied the thief, in a sarcastic tone. "Are you going to give up that money you stole?" "Money I stole! I admire your cheek." Wall Street Jones, having reached the limit of his pa tience, made a udd en dai:;h at the thief, clearing the fire wall between them as easily as an accomplished gymnast. The clapper young man, seeing ,him coming, took to his heels, and a very pretty rac e across the roofs ensued. This didn't la st long, as the corner building was taller by several stories than the others, and the fleeing thief's progress was blocked. He then resorted to dodging, but the boy was fully as sp ry as he and managed to get quite ch>se to 11im. "Now, then, I'll give you one more chance. Hand over the money and I won"t bother with you any more, though I ought to hand you over to the police," sai d Jones, feel ing sa tisfied that the game was almost in his hands. "You'll let up on me, will you?" replied the.crook, foxily. "I will." The thief reached the scuttlqthrough which he had gained the roof. Re threw it back, and started to get down it, intending to close the scuttle and catch it on the underside, thus marooning his pursuer on the roof. Jones was just the least bit too quick for him. He grabbed the lid of the scuttle with one hand and the crook by the collar with the other. The fellow struggled hard, but couldn't shake him off. "Now we'll talk business," said Jones, coolly. "Let me go or you'll regret it," stormed the man. "I regret doing the right thing. Hand up that money or take the consequences." "'l'he money belongs to me," replied the da .pper young man. "Tell that to the marines. You took it out of the young lady's bag and was counting it when I came up here." "That bag belongs to me "That's another lie. You ought to join the Ananias Club. What did you run away from me for?" "Because you ordered me off the roof." "That's lie three. Now, look here,I've no more time to waste on you. Hand up that money or I'll take it from you and knock spots out of you besides." The crook made another desperate effort to break the bgy's grip, but failed. "You see you can't away, so you'd better knuckle down." Suddenly the rascal jabbed hfs hand into his hip-pocket, pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Jones. "Now will you let me go!" he snarled, with his finger on the trigger. CHAPTER IV. .., WALL STREET JONES IS COMPLIMENTED. Wa.U Street Jones was rather taken aback by the threatening revolver, but in a moment be decided on his course. He was holding the scuttle-lid with one hand for s up port, while he held on to the crook's collar with the ".A:re you going to let go of me?" asked the dapper young man again. "If you don't I'll put a bullet into your gizzard." "You hold a :full hand and I'll have to give up," replied the Wall Street. boy. "Then give up and close trap." "Point your gun away and I'll let go of you." 'l'he crook moved it a few inches aside and Jones let go his grip. As the :fellow turned to rush down the ladder the boy slammed the scuttle suddenly down on his head. "Well here it is." He fell stu nned to the bottom and la y like a log. Re took the wad out of his pocket and h eld it toward Jones opened the scuttle and looked down. the boy. "He's settled for awhile. Now to get the money away As Jones reached for it, the young man suddenly sprang from him." at him and dealt him a blow in the :face that almost Before descending the ladder he walked over to the fireknocked him down. wall and secured the girl's bag. The a dva .ntage he thus secured enabled him to get Then he went down, and looked the crook over. around the boy and retreat the way he had come. "He may be badly hurt, but that's his funeral. When Jones, much chagrined at the trick the fellow had he drew his gun on me I had to defend mysel4' as best I played on him, pursued him at a hot clip. could."

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6 WALL JONES. He put his hand in the young man's pocket and drew amount is correct. Now I think you deserve something out the roll of bills. for your services in this matter, so if you will accept this Popping it into the bag he snapped the catch. $100-bill, it will give me great pleasure to present it to "I guess I won't bother about this chap. He ought to be you." pulled in, but I am not anxious to go to court to-morrow "Not a cent," replied Jones. "I considered it my duty to on his account." overhaul that rascal and get the bag away from him, Leaving the rascal to come to his senses in the course though I had no idea it contained much money. I supof time, Wall Street Jones walked downstairs and gai.:ed posed it held the young lady's pocketbook, and that she the walk. would probably be somewhat embarrassed by the loss." He didn't expect to meet the young lady there after "You are very kind to take so much trouble on my the time that had passed, so he walked around to the Pine account," said the girl, giving him a glance that made Stre et entrance of the office building where she worked, his heart beat a bit quicker than usual. and taking an elevator up, made his way to the office that "You are welcome, Miss Sprague. I am very glad to faced his own, across the court. have been of service to you. Now I think I will take my The name on the door was Walter Pratt, and his busileave, as I'm in a hurry to get uptown." ness was that of a lawyer. "Are you employed in this neighborhood?" asked Mr. Jones entered and asked if Mr. Pratt was in. Pratt. \' "He is," replied a young clerk, "but he's engaged at "No. I have an office in this building, on tliis floor, in present. Give me your name and business, and I will take fact, right across the court from you." it in to him." "Indeed," replied the lawyer, in some surprise. "May "My name is Jones, and my business is to return a I ask your name?" bag that was stolen a short time ago from a young lady "It is Jones. There is my card," and the boy handed him who I believe works in this office." his pasteboard. "Come right into his office," said the clerk, with a "Wall Street Jones," read the lawyer, with something complete change of manner. "He'll be glad to see you, of a smile at the oddness of it. "You must be well known and so will Miss Spnigue, who is all broke up over the in the Street." theft. She's in the private office with Mr. Pratt now." "Well, no; I can't say that I am. I suppose you think 'fhe clerk opened the door of the inner room and ushered the way I have worded my card somewhat singular; but the visitor inside. it is simply a business device. The same words are on "Here is a boy named Jones, Mr. Pratt. He has brought my door. There are a numbe.r of Janes in Wall Street. back the bag taken from Miss Sprague," he said, and then It will set the s'treet guessing who Wall Street Jones is. withdrew. I shall have to ask you as a favor, not to give the fact ';I'he girl uttered a gasp at the news and looked at Jones. away that this particular Jones is a boy. Let the traders She instantly recognized him as the young man. who find it out themselves." occupied the office across the court, and she was greatly !'I won't say a word about you, 1.'.Ir. Jones. If you ever surprised that it should be he who had brought her bag want a favor, legal or othel'wise, drop in and see me, and back. I will be pleased to help you out without any charge." Jones walked up and placed the bag on the lawyer's "TJ:!.ank you, Mr. Pratt. I will bear your offer in mind," desk. replied the boy, getting up. "I will now wish you good"There is a roll of money in it, which the thief nearly afternoon, and you also, Miss Sprague." got away with. I guess you'll find it all right," he said. "I hope you will undel'stand that I am very grateful "I am much ob.1iged to you, young man," said Mr. Pratt, to you, Mr. Jones," said the g_irl, with another fascinating "and so, I am sure, is Miss Sprague, for your kindness glance. in hringing the bag and the money back. Let us hear all right. welcome." how you managed to recover it." Thus speaking, Jones bowed to both, and left the office. Jones told the whole story of his adventure with the well-dressed thief. "There is the revolver he pulled on me, and which I took to keep as a souvenir of the affair," said the boy, exhibiting the weapon. "You're a plucky young man," said Lawyer Walter Pratt, approvingly. "The man ought to have been ar rested, however." "I didn't care to have to go to the police-court to prose cute him. Besides, it would have tied up the money, which the police would have retained as evidence." "That's true," replied Mr Pratt. "The money belongs to a client of mine. I was sending it to him by Miss Sprague. It is quite a sum-$1,000." "You haven't counted it to see if it is all there," said Jones. "I will do so," said the lawyer, and he did. "The That afternoon Eddie Eastman was late in reaching the Fifth Avenue office. "You're behind time to-day, young man," said the elevator attendant, when Eddie stepped into the cage. "Mr. Brown went up half an hour ago." "Can't help it. Things happened to detain me." Eddie erltered the offices and went straight to the private room. "Sorry I'm late to-day, Mr. Brown, but I really couldn't help it. Hope I haven't inconvenienced you," he said. "That's all rigM, Eddie," smiled the boss of the place. "I had no occasion to call on your services." Eddie bowed and returned to his desk. Only of the gentlemen appeared that afternoon, and they didn't show up till about four o'clock. The boy was in the office several and heard the

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WALL STREET JONES. four gentlemen di cus ing A. & B. tock, and the opera tions of the yndicate that wa booming it, but as their 1an1:1;uage was couched in the jargon of the treet, Eddie wa: not presumed to understand what they were talking about, and so they did not pay any attention to bis presence. Ju t the same E
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8 WALL STREET JONES. fore the Exchange closed, which he was never known to do 'l'hat gave Lim a profit of $28 a share, or $2,800 on when he had anything on the hooks. the 100 shares over all expenses. Mr. Edwa.rcl Gay, who was known to be hand-in-glove "JuRt think if rd only been able to buy 1,000 shares with Brown, also appeared to be serenely indifferent coninstead of a measly 100, I'd have cleared $28,000," cerning the rise of A. & B. thought .Jones, as he contemplatec1 the contents of the The brokers who were pushing A. & B, had never done note. "However, it's a good thing I had $1,000 in the any business for Brown, nor for any big capitalist specially. 1 bank-the legacy I got from my aunt two years ago, So Brown was dropped out of the calculations of the otherwise I wouldn't have been able to have taken advanStreet. tage of the opportunity to make easy money that came Whatever clique of operators was working A. & B. the my way. As the combine seems to be a permanent insti b?om was one of the greatest of the year, and the intution, or at least a fixture for some time to come, I may s1ders appeared to have everything their way. hope to get in line with the next deal that's gotten under One morning Wall Street Jones, when he came down way, and as I'll have three times as much capital at '"my town, instead of going to his own office as usuaf went back I'll be able to make a whole lot more profit than I've directly to the office of a young trader a Broad' Street pulled out of A. & B. With a dead open and shut game office building and sent in his name. to count on I can well afford to go the whole hog every He was admitted at once. time. If I don't make $50,000 before I'm a year older, "Good-morning, Mr. 'l'alcott," he said. 1 shall be greatly disappointed." "Good-morning, Jones," said the young broker offerJones didn't bother with the ticker quotations any more ing him his hand. "Sit down. I've been you during the remainder of his stay in the office. to show up these last few days. Your stock has
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WALL STREET JONES. 9 from the post-office, he noticed a well-dressed young man lounging near the entrance, whose countenance looked quite familiar to him. Taking a closer look at him he recognized the person as the crook who had snatched Miss Sprague's bag out of her hand four weeks since, and would have got away with the $1,000 that was in it, only that he (Jones) had chased him to the roof of the building, into which he fled, and got it away from him. "I wonder if he's hanging around here in expectation of pulling off some new piece of crooked business?" thought Jones. "As I'm not in a hurry I'll just keep my eye on him for a few minutes. He's a foxy rooster, and needs watching." At that moment a bright-looking youth of sixteen, whose leather bag, attached to his person by a strap, pro claimed him a bank messenger, came out of the bank and started down Broadway toward Wall Street. The crook ran up to the messenger, threw something in his face which caused the boy to stagger and cry out, and then, with a swift movement of a sharp knife he had in his hand, severed the strap that held the bag to the boy, and grabbing hold of it leaped into an express wagon drawn close up to the. curb. Instantly the driver, evidently an accemplice, whipped up his horse and started for the opposite corner of Fulton Street at a red-hot pace. Broadway was pretty well crowded at that point, and Jones wasn't the only one who saw the daring robbery. While two pedestrians stopped to assist the messenger, who had been almost blinded by a handful of cinnamon, which the crook had thrown in his face, several other eyewitnesses called out "Police!" and "Stop thief!" at the top of their voices Although Jones had half expected tna.t something would happen. in connection with the da. pper-looking rascal, he was unprepared for such a daring piece of business enacted under the eyes of hundreds. 'l'he nerve required to execute such a robbery in so pub lic a place waa something quite out of the ordinary. The perpetrator probably counted on its brazenness to insure success. 'rhe wagon was half way to Fulton Street by the time that Jones took action. He sprinted afte r it at his best speed, but we VE)nture to say that he never would have gotten within hailing distance of it but for the fact that a big American Express Oo.'s wagon came rolling around the corner of St. Paul'a churchyard, which forms the northern side of Fulton Street for a whole block from Broadway to Church Street. The big wagon blocked the small one long enough for Jones to get close to it. The well-dressed crook had seated himself beside the driver, with the stolen bag under his feet and though he cast furtive looks behind in the direction the bank, where a crowd had gathered around the stricken mes senger, did not notice the approach of Jones, owing to the number of passing vehicles in the street As the express wagon turned the corner into Fulton Street, Jones seized hold of the dashboard, and with the lightness of a gymnast, swung himself into the back of the vehicle. Then it was that the crook's attention was attracted to him. "Here, here," he cried, "get off." Jones got on his feet and jumped for him. "This "is where you go to jail," he said, seizing the dapper young man by the shoulders and pulling him back ward. The driver, whose attention had been concentrated on the effort to get as far away :from the scene of the crime as possible in the shortest space of time, turned and looked at the boy. "Help, Jim!" cried the thief, struggling to release himself from the lad's grasp. The driver raised the short, heavy whip he held in his right hand and swung it at Jones. The boy dodged to one side, pulling the dapper young man's head and body with him, causing his legs to fly up into the air. The driver jumped on his feet and made another swipe at the plucky lad. Jones avoided the blow by shoving the young crook against, him. "Where in thunder are you going?" roared the voice of a teamster just ahead. Almost before the words were out of his mouth, one of the forward wheels of the express wagon collided with the hub of one of his forward wheels, and the shock threw Jones and the two men backward, the dapper crook falling on top of the boy, while the driver went sprawling back ward on to the seat. The horse kept on, the hind wheel of the express wagon narrowly missing a smash-up with the t eamster's wagon. While Jones and the thief were rolling about in the bottom of the vehicle, the driver scrambled up and gave his attention to regaining control over the horse. 1 ,'Let go, blame you !" cried the crook to his active young assailant. "Do you give up?" asked Jones. "Who in thunder are you, and what do you mean by attacking me?" snarled the 4apper young man. "You'll know as soon as I hand you over to a police man," returned the boy. "You won't hand me over to any cop, dern you," his sed the crook. "We'll see about that," said Jones, rolling the ra5eal over and perching himself on his stomach. "Now what are you going to do?" "Jim, Jim, why don't you slug him with your whip?" cried the thief. Thus called upon the driver, after guiding his across Church street, turned a round, reversed his whip and aimed a blow at Jones' head with the butt of it. The boy threw up his left hand and caught it as it whizzed down at him. The weight of the blow almost broke his fingers, but he held on to the whip and jerked it out of the man's hand. Then he sprang off the dapper young man and fetched him. a blow across the shoulders with the light end of the whip. He repeated his attack so rapidly that the crook made a desperate attempt to close with him, whereat Jones gave

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10 WALL STREET JONES. him a backhand swipe across the face yvith it that com-make things look very good for the dapper-looking young pletely demoralized him. man, whom the officer at the desk Tegarded with a look of Jones, now thoroughly aroused, rained blow after blow on both of the men. Unable to defend themselves against his onslaught they tumbled headlong out of the wagon into the strei;t All this had attracted a great deal of excited attention from the bystanders on the sidewalk, and from the drivers and occupants of other teams. Several sprang into the street and stopped the hona A policeman, who had seen the trouble from a di s tance, came running up. The crowd gathered around both the wagon and the two half-stunned rascals. "Don't let those men get away," shouted Jones. "They are thieves." "Hey, what's the trouble here?" demanded the officer, apparently intending to arrest the boy as the chief factor in the disturbance. "I'll tell you as soon as you anest those two men," replied Jones, pointing at the pair who were making a blind effort to get away from the scene "I guess I'll arrest you first," said the cop. "All right. I'll consider myself under arrest, only see that you don't let those rascals make the ir escape The thin chap robbed a bank messenger ten minutes ago on Broadwa y in front of the Sturtevant National Bank, and the other man is his accomplice. I saw the whole thing an&l chased them as they tried to get away with their plunder in this wagon. The stolen bag is under the 'seat. My name is Jones, and I have an office in Wall Street. Here's my card." "Stay in the wagon till I bring those men forward," &aid the policeman, starting for the other crowd. The driver, who was the least hurt of the two, succeeded in forcing his way through the crowd, and making a dive down the street, disappeared around the corner of Green wich Street. The officer got the daRPer young man, however, before he could follow his associate. By this time the crowd had grown to such proportions that all traffic in that part of Fulton Street was brought to a standstill. The cop decided to take the wagon, and the two con nected with it, to the Church Street Station, so he told the dapper crook to get up on the seat. He obeyed very unwillingly, protesting that the boy, whose face seemed familiar to him, was the whole cause of the trouble, and he alone ought to be arrested. "You can tell your story to the officer at the desk," replied the policeman, getting llp after him and taking up the reins. Driving into Greenwich Street, and thence up the next street, the officer in a short time halted before the Sec
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WALL STREET JONES. 11 "Where is the boy who was robbed? He ought to be able to identify the man who attacked him." "The rascal threw cinnamon dust in his eyes and nearly blinded him. He has been taken to the Chambers Street Hospital. He is not in shape to be able to identify his assailant. The thief has bee n described to nie as a young man of abont twent y-five years, with a smooth face, well dr e ssed in a busine s s suit and wearing a derby." (The officer noted the fact that this description fitted the chap accused by Jones and whose face he had doubts about him s elf.) "He had a stockily-built companion who drove the light wagon in which they made off in. If the two men you have answer to that description, hold them until the boy is able to pass upon the one who attacked him The officer replied that one of the persons answered to the description of the smooth-faced young man. "The other is a boy of eighteen, who says his name is Jones, and tha.t he is connected with Wall Street" con-. tinued the desk-man. "He claims not only to have been an eye-witne s s of the affair, but says he chased the wagon in which the thief rode away in. If his statement is cor rect he is instrumental in capturing the robber, and re covering the messenger's bag for the officer who arrested the two on Furton Street, reports that he was attracted to the scene by a fight he saw going on in a wagon between the boy in question and two men, one of whom is the man we have in custody. The other got away. The boy handed the stolen bag to me when he was brought into the sta tion. To what bank does the messenger belong?" "To ours," replied the cashier. "Then you'd better come over here and make the charge again s t the s mooth-faced man whom I'm going to hold on su s picion, and send up to the Tombs later on. The police judge will pass upon the cas e to-morrow morning, when the man is brought before him for examination." The cashier replied that he would be right over. Fifteen minute s late r he walked into the station. Jones was brought out first and repeated his story to the cas hier, explaining how he had chased the thief and his accomplice, jumped into the wagon, and had a desperate fight with the two men before he drove them over the end of the vehicle into the str e et jus t before the policeman came up. "What is your name?" a s ked the bankman. "Jones. I've got an office in the Eagle Building, Wall Stre e t. Here is my card." The cashier looked at it. "Wall Street Jones," he read. "IVhat 's y our bu s iness? It is not stated on your card." "It is connected with the market." "Are you a speculator?" "I am." "Who can you refer to?" "Broker Talcott, of No.--Broad Street for one, and Lawyer Pratt, of the Eagle Building, for another." "To fully establish your statement I think one of those gentlemen ought to be communicated with,'' said the cashier. The officer looked Talcott's 'phone number up in the book and got in connection with him. His reply to the questions asked him fully sustained Jones, and satisfied both the policeman and the cashi e r that the boy was all he claimed to be. He was therefore released from custody and accepted a s a valuable witness against the dapper-looking young man, who was then brought up to the desk again, his pedigree taken down; after which formality he was sent to a c e ll. Jones was permitted to go afte.r promising to appear in the Tombs Police Court on th e following morning to te s t i f y again s t the accused thi.ef. He walked up to Broadway with the ca shie r, who thanked him for his services in capturing one o,f the rascals, and s aving the bank s bag, which contained a considerable amount of money. "I have no doubt but the bank will officially recognize the obligation it is under to you in this matter," con cluded the cushier. Jones walked as far as the bank with the cashier, and then took a car uptown. The later afternoon editions of the dailies had the story of the attack on the mes senger of the Sturtevant National Bank, the robbery of the bag and its recovery by a boy known as Wall Street Jones, who had an office fu the Eagle Building on Wall Street. Reporters had tried to find Jones at his office, but failed. They made inquiries concerning him, as none of the people knew anything whatever about Wall Street Jones, or the business he was engaged in. The fact that there was such a person as Wall Street Jones in the financial district was a revelation to those brokers who read about the robbery of the bank messenger that afternoon and the next mor.ning. He was not considered of sufficient importance, however, to give rise to any great curio sity a s to hi s identity Miss Sprague read the newspaper account of his cap ture of the crook, and was much intere s ted in it. She showed it to Lawye.r Pratt n e xt morning. "He ought t-0 be a detective, for he seems to be quite a thief catcher," laughed the lawyer, after he had read the story. The girl clipped the article out of the paper and put it in her pocketbook intending to kee p it. "He is a fine boy and a very smart one," she s aid to herself, looking across the court. Although it was .after ten o clock, Jones was not at his Qllik by the window, and she felt rath e r disappointed, for e bow and smile he favored her with every day had come to mean a lot to Miss Sprague. She continued to watch his window at intervals but as Jones did not appear at hi s office that day she had not the pleasre of exchanging salut e s with him. A.t ten o'clock Jones was at the Tombs Police Court, and so was the cashier of the Sturtevant National Bank. The dfipper-looking crnok, who had given his name as William Brady, was brought before the bar about eleven. o'clock. He pleaded not guilty t o the charge of highway rob bery, and then Jone s was called to the witness chair. He told his story in a straightforward way, and pos itive ly id e ntified the prisone r a s the thief who had assaulted the messenger and secur e d the bag. The cas hier was calle d to id e ntify the bag and to testify concerning it s cont e nts.

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12 WALL STREET JONES. The crook had no statement to make other than a gen eral denial. The magistrate considered the testimony against him sufficiently strong lo cause him to hold the prisoner for the Grand Jury. When Brady was led back to the prison Jones left the court and went uptown. Next morning he appeared at his office at the usual hour and received his customary smile and bow from Miss Sprague. He was locking up, preparatory to going to lunch, when Broker Frazer came along. Frazer had read the story in the papers about Wall Street Jones' connection with 'the capture of the crook who robbed the bank messenger, and took note of the fact that Jones was described as a boy of about eighteen years of age. This description seemed to fit the boy he had met in Jones' office when he paid that person a visit and found him out, as he supposed. He began to have a strong suspicion that the boy in question was Jones. "Young man, may I ask if you are Wall Street Jones?" "I am," replied the lad. "Why didn't you acknowledge your identity, then, the clay I called on you?" "I didn't see any ne<;essity of doing it, as you said you had no business with me, which indicated that your visit was one of curiosity," replied Jones. "So you are Wall Street Jones, and this is your office?" "Yes." "Will you 'tell me why you call yourself by that appel lation?" "You will have to excuse me, Mr. Frazer. All I can say is that I have business reasons for it." "It is a singu lar sign to put on the door of one's office." "I hope it doesn't worry you or any of the other tenants on this floor?" "It worry me at all. I merely remarked that it looked odd." "Odd things happen occasionally, even in Wall Street," smiled Jones. "You said, I think, that you sometimes have need of the services of a broker?" "I did say so." "If I can do anything for you I should be glad to have you call at my office." "All right, Mr. Frazer. I know where your office is." 'l'hey. went down the elevator together and parted at the street door, the broker wondering more than ever what business Wall Street Jones was engaged in; and also, how it was possible for a boy of his years to do enough to warrant the hiring of an office in a building where the rents were so high. CHAPTER VITI. I JONES GOES INTO THE llfARKET AGAll\. One morning Wall Street Jories came down to the office feeling quite gay The reason thereof was that he had discovered another diance to make a haul out of the market on the same lines as his p1'evious one. The 'I'homas Q. Brown secret syndicate, with head quarters at No.--Fifth A venue, was preparing to startle Wall Street with another boom, this time in G. & D. stock, which had been in the dumps so long that nobody in the Street expected anything from it. A new set of brokers hired by a representative of the syndicate had already started in to buy G. & D. shares on the quiet, and they found no trouble in getting all they wanted at the lo-w price of 65. Jones, after exchanging his usual good-morning smile and bow with Miss Sprague, read the latest financial in telligence in the Morning Argus, studied the preceding day's market report, and then putting on his hat went to bis safe and took therefrom the greater part of bis little capital, and went down on Broad Street to call on his friend Broker Talcott. Talcott was not very busy, as he was only a struggling trader, with few customers as yet, anc1 he gladly welcomed Jones, even without knowing that the boy came to give him a commission. Although he and Jones were Yery friendly, he did not know what business the b0y transacted at his office. He reasoned that Jones couldn't be simply an occasional speculator since he would require an office for that purpose. As the boy volunteered no information about his affairs, Talcott did not think he had any right to try and probe into his business. "Well, Mr. Talcott," said Jones, after they had ex changed greetings, "how are things coming?" "Slow. I'm hardly paying expenses just now," replied the young trader. "How would you like to ta e a small order from me?" "First rate. Small favors are just as thankfully re ceived as large ones." "I want you to buy for my account 350 shares of G. & D. on margin. Here is my deposit of $3,500." "I'll do it." "If you have any coin lying around unemployed that you can spare, I advise you to get in on the same stock. It's another winner," said Jones. "How c1o you know it is? Seems to me G. & D. is about Lhe last thing I'd think of putting my money into with an.v expectation of a rise." "You see I'm putting my coin into it, don't you?" "I do; and it is a surprlse to me to find that you have picked out such a dopy proposition." "You'll find it will be anything but dopy inside of two weeks from now," said Jones, confidently. "Have you got hold of some inside information?" asked 'I'alcott, with an air of interest. "I'm not s a}ing whether I have or have not; but I think well enough of the prospects of G. & D. to bank on it for a considerable "It's a surprise to me to think it has any prospects." "The same idea was in your head about A. & B. bef0re it got a move on, and yet think where it went to during the boom-a whole point above par." "'J'hat's so. '!.'he Street didn't know what to think about it. Hundreds of brokers might have made big money on

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WALL STREET JONES. 13 it if they hadn't been afraid to touch it, expecting it would 11rop at any moment." ''You did pretty well by taking chances on it." "Yes. The money I made gave me a big boost. Still I could have made $5,000 more had I held on as long as you did. It w ent up eleven points after I sold." "G. & D. is liable to do pretty near as well." "I'm afraid not. Lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place." "Oh, I don t know. There are exceptions to every rule." "The excepti'ons are mighty scarce in Wall Street." "You ought to know from your experience that it is the unexpected which most often happens in Wall Street as elsewhere." "A rise in G. & D. would certainly be unexpected." "You can gamble on it that it will happen." "You speak with great confidence, Jones." "I always do when I'm sure of what I'm talking about." "You wouldn't talk that way unless somebody had you a good tip." "Nobody has given me a tip. What I know I've pick ed up m yself by keeping my eyes and ears open." "Well, I'll get you the shares you want. I hope you'll be as lucky as you were before," said Talcott. "Don't worry about me. I'll come out all right," re plied Jones, putting his memorandum of the deal in his pocket and rising to go. Talcott went out soon afterward and got the stock. He bad to advance about $19,00.0 of bis own money to carry the deal for the boy, but as soon as he received the certificates he hypothecated them for about sixty per cent. of their market value, thereby getting a matter of $11,000 to use in his busine$S. 1 'his was the way that brokers with limited capital had to do in order to conduct their bu s iness. Jones would have to pay the interest on the $19,000 at the market rate, and Talcott himself would have to pay the interest on $11,000. The differe nce he p ocketed with bis commission of a quarter of one per cent. for buying and selling the shares when the deal was closed. Jones didn't return to his office that day. He walked around to the Curb Exchange and watched the trader s there :for a time and then he went over to the gallery of the Stock Exchange, where he remained until lunch hour, wl).en he went uptown. That evening he had an errand to transact which took him to 125th Street near Madison A \renue. As he was coming out of the he met Miss Sprague face to face. "This is an unexpected pleasure, Miss Sprague,'' he said, lifting his hat. "It is indeed," she replied, with a smile "Do you live up this way?" he a,sked. "Yes. On East 128th Street." "Are you going home now?" "Yes. I came down here to do a little shopping." "May I walk with you a little way?" "Certainly if you wish to." They turned up Madison Avenue and Jones made him self as agreeable as possible to the fair girl. Finally s-he came to a stop before a modest-looking flathouse. "Is this where you live?" he inquired. "Yes." "I live on Seventh Avenue near 125th Street," he said. They talked together for perhaps a quarter of an hour more, when Jones bade her good night and started home ward. "She's a corking fine girl," he said to himself. "I must cultivate her acquaintance more." He had learned that she had a brother, who worked for the Edison Illuminating Co. at their main office downtown, and that her mother was a widow. What he feared was that so attractive a girl had a best fellow already picked out, in which event he could only hope to play second fiddle in her thoughts. Several days passed away and there was no movement in G. & D. Jones was not worried, however, for he knew what was going on under surface. Meeting Broker Talcott in front of the Exchange that young gentleman said: "How about the movement you expected in G: & D. ?" "It's coming," replied Jones. "So is summer," laughed the young trader. "Bought any of the stock?" "I've got 100 shares, but it doesn't look like a good investment just now." "Well, go around and see how much you can find." "Oh, I could find plenty of it." "Try and see if you can buy any for immediate deli.very." "Your words would infer that it's being cornered. I never !mew when one couldn't get all the G. & D. he wanted. The trouble was to sell it at a profit." "You oought 350 for me at 65. Well, it's quoted now at 65!; but I wouldn t take 70 for it if somebody offered me spot casl1/' said Jones. "That boy must have got hold of a tip on that stock," thought Talcott, as he walked off. "I never saw any one so confident about anything as he is that ,G. & D. is slated for a rise. He spoke as if the shares had suddenly become scarce. That can't be possible, for it is only ten days ago that I know it was going a-begg ing. I think I'll jus t test the matter. That is Davis yonder. The last time I met him he had 1;000 shares he wanted to rid of the worst way." Talcott walked up to Davis. "What will you sell those 1,000 shares of G. & D-. for to-day?" "Sold them three days ago." "Who to?" "A broker named Newberry." "You ought to have held on to it for I heard it's going up." "Going up where-Salt Creek?" grinned Davis. "No, in value." "Go on, you're dreaming. There's nothing in ,G. & D.'l "Well, I've got some that I'm holding for a rise." "You're foolish." "All right. Maybe I am, but I'm going to run the risk.

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14 WALL STREET JONES. It won't go down any lower at any rate. It's five-eighths now above what I gave for it." Davis laughed and walked off. Talcott went around inquiring for G. & D. of every brok e r he knew, but none of them haQ. any. He then tackled a score of traders in the Exchange, but discovered that those who had had the stock had sold to one broker or another. Newberry appeared to have bought a good deal of it, so 'Talcott went to him. ".r othing doing," replied Newberry. The long and short of it was that Talcott iil.iscovered that Jones was right-the stock was scarcer than hen's teeth. That meant that some capitalist, or perhaps clique of capitalists, had bought it up, and it was certainly b_pught for some purpose. \ Talcott began to entertain a whole lot of respect for Jones' statements. "I'll bet there's something doing in G. & D., and that boy has been tipped off to what's in the wind," he said to himself as he returned to his office. CHAPTER IX. DICEY lIORRIS CALLS ON W AT,L STREET JONES. Two days later G. & D., which had gone to 66-k, sud denly jumped to 68. On the following day it went to 70, and traders began to take notice. Jones dropped in to see Talcott. "What do you think of G. & D. now?" he asked, cheerr fully. "It looks good." "Did you buy any more since I saw you?" "I got another 100 at 68." "You're $300 out by not buying when I suggested it to you :first." "I know it." "It would pay you to buy 1,000 at 70 if you could get it." 'i Say, where you get your information fro _m? The tap you imbibe from appears to be the real goods." "I couldn't think of giving my golden goose away," re plied Jones. "How high do you think G. & D. will go?" "Couldn t tell you. It wouldn't be a bad idea for you to hold on as long as I do. But that's up to you." After some further conversation on the subject, as w ell as on other matters connected with the market, Wall Street Jones left. On the following day G. & D. advanced five points more, and occasioned a lot of excitement in the Exchange. Brokers began falling over themselves in their efforts to buy it. A lot of it came out in the afternoon and the price dropped back to 69. The clique up Fifth A venue had fed it to the traders until they grew shy and the price dropped, and next morn ing the combine's brokers began buying it back at the re duc e d price. The buying sent the price to 73. Talcott might have acquired some more, but the drop frightened him off. Later on he was sorry that his nerve had deserted him. After a lapse of three clays the stock went to 80, and again the traders went crazy over it. Once more the combine fed it to them, and after an ex citing afternoon the price fell off to 74, at which :figure the Brown syndicate got most of it back again. Finally the stock went to 90, and the public was into the boom as well as the brokers. Next morning Jones called on Talcott. "Sell me out right away," he said. "All right," replied the young broker. "Are you still on, Mr. Talcott?" "Yes. I concluded not to sell till you did." "Aren't you glad you've followed my lead?" "I have reason to be." 1 "Well, get busy. Send me word to my office. I'll be there till half-past twelve." A messenger brought Wall Street Jones word at eleven o'clock that his stock had been sold at 9li. "I've made $8,000 this time," he said,.in a tone of sat isfaction. "That makes me worth $12,000. I can buy 1,200 shares of any stock in the market," he added. "I am getting on. I wonder what my folks would say if they knew to what profitable use I have put my aunt's legacy? They'd hardly believe the truth without better evidence than my word. Well, they won't learn from me as long as my cinch holds out. Then I'll surprise them with the sight of a wad as big as a house." Jones had no intention of touching the market again for another spell, but that afternoon he learned through a member of the Brown combine that Consolidated Opher a copper stock, was on the eve of a boom. It was then selling at $5 a share. Next morning he called on Talcott and gave him an order for 2,000 shares of the stock, telling the broker to pay for the shares out of what was coming to him, and then to send hin1 the balance. Talcott did so, and later on sent Jones his check for $1,800. He sent it at two o'clock by a messenger, but the boy brbught it back, saying that Wall Street Jones' office was locked and that he couldn't get in. "It's funny that Jones is never in his office after half pa s t twelve," thought Talcott. "At least I've never been able to find him there of an afternoon at any hour. He must have business to attend to elsewhere. He's a nice young fellow, but still he's something of a mystery to me. However, that's none of my business. He's a customer of mine, and has tipped me off to one or two good things, so I'm not going to try to butt into his private affairs." Before the Curb Exchange closed that day Consolidated Opher went up to $6. "That looks as if Jones has got in on another good thing,'' said Talcott to himself. "He didn't tip me off to it. I guess I'd bett e r buy 1,000 shares myself on a chance." He thought the matter over and in the end bought the stock. It was about this time that the GraDd Jury handed i

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WALL STREET JONES. 15 down an indictment against William Brady, the dapper looking crook Tha,t meant he was likely to be put on trial soon. Jones was sitting in his office one morning feeling great over the advance of Consolidated Opher to $8, when. bis door opened and a sharp looking man, with a black mous tache and black eyes, entered. "Are you Wall Street Jones?" he asked "That's my name. Take a seat and let me know what I can do for you," said the boy speculator. "I have called in the interest of William Brady," said the visitor. "Oh! The man who robbed the bank me..ssenger, eb ?" "He is only accused of it." "As I saw him do the deed, I am pretty well satisfied of bis guilt," replied Jones, coolly. "You didn't see Brady steal that bag. It was another man. You chased the wrong person." "Well, you've got a nerve.to ten me that. I know what I saw, and I swore to the fact before the city magistrate." "People are often mistaken. The street was :full of vehicles at the time, and you lost sight of the wagon you started to run down and jumped into the wrong one by rn is take." "Oh, I did?" "Yes. "How is it that I found the stolen bag in it then?" "'l'he real thief tossed it in fearing capture "And your :friend Brady was unaware of the fact, eh?" "Exactly." "Yet it was under him and he had his :feet on it. "I know things look bad :for Brady, and consequently his friends are trying to help him out." "I suppose you were appointed a committee of one to call on me to see if I could be induced to let up on him?" "That's about the size of it. We have chipped in $500 which--" "You want to offer me as a bribe, eh"?" "No. It is against the law to attempt to bribe a wit ness. The $500 was to be presented to you to pay you :for the trouble you've been put to in this matter." "Very kind indeed of Brady's :friends," replied Jones, sarcastically. "But I was expected to do something in return, of course Give it a name." "Well, we thought if you could be convinced that you were in error you would be willing to testify at bis trial, which will come off soon, that you could not swear now that Brady was the man you saw steal the bag. The boy messenger cannot identify Brady as the man who attacked him, so his fate rests with you I think," added the visitor, in a pointed way, "that it will be to your interest to re consider your testimony ip the case Brady has lots of :friends, and they would be much put out if you should :fail to see things in the right light.'-' "I suppose that is intended as a threat?" eaid Jonea, squaring his jaw. 1 "No. I am making no threats. You mistake my mean ing." "What is your name, sir?" "Dicey Morris." "Do you belong to the sporting .fraternity?" "Why?" "I merely asked, as you look as if you did "I am something of a sport." "Well, Mr. Morris, I am sorry, but I don't think I can agree to reconsider my testimony as given in the Tombs Police Court against your friend Brady. I had a previous experience with Brady, and I know him to be a crook. On that occasion he drew his gun on me, and I haven't for gotten the incident. I have the weapoJ in my possession, and he can consider himself fortunate that I do not pro duce lit against him. If I chose to bring that little matter against him I could bring forward as a witness the girl he robbed on BI"i>adway, under my eyes. I am wi1ling to let that go if he gets what's coming to him in the present instance. That's all I've got to say on the subject, so there is no use of you saying anything further." "That's your then?" said the visitor, with a frown "That's my answeT," returned Jones in a tone that showed he meant it. "Then I will say good-morning," said the sport, rising. "Good-morning, sir Dicey Morris took his departure not at all pleased with the result of his mission, while Jones turned to his Wall Street paper and was soon deeply interested in tlte financial news of the day CHAPTER X. TRAPPED. 'l'here were great times on the Curb during the next few days Consolidated Opher occupied the attention of the brokers almost to the exclusion of other stocks. It kept on going up in jumps until it reached 20. Everybody seemed to understand that the syndicate that owned the mine was pushing it up on the strength of cer tain :fresh discoveries of rich ore that had recently been made and only just disclosed to the public Then the big demand for copper, which exceeded the supply, was sending the price of the metal skyward, and that helped the boom in progress, and boosted other copper tocks as well. When Consolidated Opher reached 20 Jones ordered his hares sold Talcott easily got rid of the stock, and his own as well, at a fraction above that figure, so that Jones made a clear profit of $30,000 on the deal. "Lord!" he exclaimed, when he had figured the matte r up. "Who'd have thought I would make so much nioney out of the Curb, which I never expected to have any deal ings with? This puts my two other deals away. in the shade; but that's because I had more capital to operate with. .And now I'm worth $4'0,000. Whv, it's a fortune. I'll be able to spread myself the next: tip r' get. I wouldn't be surprised if I made $100,000 before stimmer arrived. 'l1alk about finding money! I must have been born lucky Jones was afraid to have so much money in his office safe, so he rented a box in a nearby safe deposit vault, and placed it thetc :for security That afternoon two bearded men visited his office, but failing to find him in, went away.

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16 WALL STREET JONES. They called again next morning, but as he didn't come down at all that day, they were once more disappointed. They hung around the building for an hour, but as he didn't show up they went away. On the following morning Jones found a letter ad dressed to him, that had been left by the postman on his first trip. The envelope bore the imprint of a Grand Street law yer, and the note requested him to call at the lawyer's office on business of great importance. While he was reading it a man came in and handed him a subpoena from the District Attorney's office directing him to appear at Part X, General Sessio!is Court, as a witness in the case of the People v. William Brady, charged with highway robbery. "I'll bet that is Brady's lawyer who wants to see me in relation to the case against his client. Let him go bag his head. I'd like to see myself wasting time with him. I've got no use for any one connected with that crook." Thus thought Jones, and he ignored the request sent in the letter. Next morning a messenger brought hiin a second note from the same lawyer, containing another request that he would call at his office. Jones threw it into his waste-basket, but he took it out again later on when he was about to leave his office fur the day. "I'll call and see what the chap wants, but I can't go at the hour he has set because I shall be otherwise engaged." On the following morning dn his way downtown, he got off the Sixth A venue L car at the Grand Street station and walked across to the address given, which was a cou ple of blocks eailt of the Bowery. He found the office was a sky park>r on the top :floor of the building. The lawyer's name was attached to the door. It was a cheap-looking sign, and Jones judged that the legal individual was a cheap skate. On trying the door he found it locked, and no one an swered his knock. Jones scribbled a note saying he had called and was shoving it under the door, when two tough-looking men appeared in the corridor. "'\Yho are you ?" asked one of them, eyeing the boy closely. "My name is Jones, and I called to see Lawyer Marks, but he isn't here I see." "I just left him a few minutes ago," said the man, look ing significantly at his companion, "and he'll be here in five minutes. He gave me his key to get in as we have business with him. We'll let you in and you can wait for him." Thus speaking, the man opened the door and stood aside for Jones to enter. The boy walked in and found himself in a room that looked nothing like a lawyer's office. Still, as there was a door beyond, Jones guessed it might be a kind of reception-room, for it was furnished with several common wooden chairs and a table, on which stood a can, that looked as if it had been last used to carry beer in, and four glasses. There was also a greasy pack of cards beside the can, and a cigar-box partly full of loose tobacco. The floor was covered with dirt and beer stains, and littered with matches and paper. Jones didn't like the appearance of the place and con cluded that he wouldn't wait for the lawyer. "Where are you going?" asked one of the men, who had remained standing near the door, while his companion had vanished. "I guess I won't wait. I'll call again." "Lawyer Marks will be here in a few minutes, and I heard him say that he wanted to see you bad." Jones hesitated, and finally decided to see the thing out, so he sat down. The man removed the various articles from the table and put them on the floor in the corner, then he walked outside and shut the door. Ten minutes passed away and Jones grew impatient at the deJay of the lawyer putting in an appearance. He walked to the wind.ow and looked out. A vista of roofs met his eye, while below was a small forest of clothes-lii;i.es extending out from the fire-escapes of a dozen cheap tenements that fronted upon the next street. While he was taking in the view the door opened and three men entered-two of them being the men who had first ap.peared. "My name is Marks," said the other, a shabby-looking individual, looking at the boy. "You are Wall Street Jones, I guess." "You guess well," replied Jones. "Come into my office and I'll talk with you," said Marks, starting for the other door. The boy followed and was ushered into a bare-looking room furnished with a cheap desk and two chairs. Three decidedly second-hand law books lay on top of the desk. There were a number of foli;led papers in the pigeon holes, a pen and a bottle of ink on the inside of the desk, and a calendar on the wall. It was the scaliest-looking law office that one could irna.gme. "Take a seat," said Marks, throwing his bat on top of the desk and seated himself before it. "I asked you to come here to sign an affidavit stating that my client, Wil liam Brady, who will be tried to-morrow in the Court of General Sessions, is not the man who attacked the bank messenger and stole his bag." 1 "Do you imagine that I will sign such a document as that?" cried Jones, astonished at the cheeky proposition. "I think you will," replied Marks. "Well, you've got another think corning then. If that's all you wanted to see me about, this Interview might as well stop right here." Jones got up and was about to start for the door when the lawyer said: "Sit down, young man. You can't get out of this until you sign the paper." "Who is to prevent me?" "The only exit is through that room. There are two men there whom you have seen who won't let you pass unless I say you can."

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! WALL STREET JONES. 17' "So that's your game, is it? Well, I'm not going to sign the affidavit, so what are you going to do about it?" a.sked Jones, resolutely. "You'll stay here till you do sign it," replied the lawyer. "I won't stay here if I can help myself." "You can't help yourself." "I'll find out whether I can or not," said the boy, walk ing to the door and opening it. The two men were seated at the tabl e outside playing cards. They stopped when the door opened and looked at Jones. He walked straight for the corridor door, prepared for a scrap withthe men, but they didn't move. Laying his hand on the knob he found that the door was locked and the key gone. "Which of you has the key of this door?" he asked the two men. Neither made any reply to his question. Lawyer Marks stood at the inner door, grinning. "You see," he said, "that you can't get out till you've signed the paper." Jones turned around, raised his foot and planted it against one of the panels of the door with force enough to make it shiver on its hinges. "Stop him,", cried the lawyer. The men sprang up and darted for the boy. He dodged them and placed the table between himself and them. The drawer of the table was open a few inches and Jone s saw a revolver lying inside. He quickly pulled the drawer open and seized the weapon. He saw that it was cocked. "Now open that door, one of you, or there will be some thing doing." As he spoke he raised the revolver and covered the two men. CHAPTER XL WHAT HAPPENED ON THE TRAIN. Jones' attitude showed that he meant business and the three men were quite taken aback. The two tough chaps under the muzzle of the weapon looked at the lawyer for in s tructions. "Go for him," ordered Marks. "Go for him yourself," growled one of the toughs, both of whom showed a wholesome respect for the revolver. Jones suddenly swung the weapon around at the lawyer. l\1arks uttered a gasp and beat a precipitant retreat into his sanctum, slamming the door after him. "Now, then," said the boy, "open that door or I'll wing you both and take the chances. You are both acting against the law, and when I report the matter to the Dis trict Attorney you'll find yourselves in a bad hole." "If you promise p.ot to say anythin' about this we'll let you out," said one of the men after a pause. "The only thing I'll agree to do is not to make any charge against you chaps if you open the door; but the man you call Marks I shall hold responsible for this out rage," replied Jones. "Let him go," said one of lhe men to his companion. "He don "t know us, and can't make no charge against us." "I know your faces, and I'll bet I cou Id steer the police on to you if I wanted to," replied Jones; "but my word is good if you open the door. In that case I wouldn't identify you if you were brought before me." The man who had the key unlocked the door, but did not open it. "You kin go," he said, sulkily. Marks, who had evidently been listening, suddenly stuck his head out at his door and said : "If you let him go I'll--" Jones brou'ght the revolver to bear on him and he dis appeared in such a hurry that he lost his balance and fell all over himself on the floor of his room. "Stand away from that door," said the boy to the men. They fell back from it. "Get into that corner," said Jones, motioning to the spot. They obeyed. Then he walked to the door and threw it open. "Hold on; don't take that gun away with you," cried one of the toughs. "I shall take it down to the front door. Oite of you can follow at a distance and get it," replied the boy, walk ing out of the room. 'He ran down the stairs quickly till he reached the head of tlie first flight. He heard one of the toughs followin'g. Looking up Jones shouted: "I'll leave your gun here." He placed it on the floor and then made quick time to the street. "I guess those chaps are satisfied that they caught a tartar in me," he chuckled as he started for the Bowery where there was an elevated station. It was eleven o'clock when he reached his office. Calling up the District Attorney's office on the 'phone, he told about the trap he had walked into that morning on Grand Street, and gave the name of Lawyer Marks, who claimed to be the legal adviser of William Brady, as the man responsible for the crooked piece of business. It developed next morning when Jones appeared at the Court of General Sessions, that the alleged I;awyer Marks was not the crook's attorney. -' Nobody knew anything about him, but there was no doubt that he had employed by Brndy's friends to put a &topper on Jones as a witness. The affidavit, extorted by force from the boy. would of itself have been of no value in court, but the District At torney's assistant, who talked to Jones about the affair, was of the opinion that had the Wall Street. lad been bull dozed into signing it, he would have been drugged and carried off somewhere and held for a certain time in hiding until the Brady case had been disposed of. Brady's trial was short ancr he was found guilty of the,.. crime he was charged with. On' the following morning Wall Street Jones rec eived a check for $1,000 from the Sturtevant National Bank as an evidence of the bank's appreciation of his services. Three days later Brady was sentenced to ten years at Sing Sing.

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':fS W .ALL STREET JONES. Jones, having met Miss Sprague several times since their encounter on 125th Street, ventured to ask permission to call on her at her home. His request was readily granted, and the boy soon became a regular weekly visitor at the flat on East 128th Street. At length he thought he was on sufficiently :friendly terms to warrant his inviting her to go to the theater. She accepted the invitation, and he took her to one of the downtown playhouses to see a popular comedian in a successful musical comedy. .After that their relations were more confidential than ever. In the meantime Eddie Eastman was having a greater snap than ever. .After the successful coup in G. & D. pulled off by the Thomas Q. Brown syndicate, there was little doing at the Fifth A venue office. Brown and Gay alone called there, and only stayed a short time and when they went away Eddie was free to go home. Summer came on and one day Brown told the boy that the office was going to be closed for ten weeks, and that he could have a vacation for that time. He was handed ten weeks' wages, and told to rep?rt for duty again on the first of September. That meant that the combine had decided to do no more business until after the warm season. Coincident with this cheerful condition of affairs for Eddie, Wall Street Jones, for the first time since he took his office, began reappearing there after lunch, though he did not seem to have anything particular to engage his attention. The only visitor he had was Broker Talcott, who dropped in occasionally for a chat, and these visits Jones always returned. .After the first of July business became dull in the market, and the traders began leaving the city for their annual vacations. Jones contented himself with sundry outings to nearby resorts and on these occasions invited Jessie Sprague to go with him. 1 Miss Sprague got a two weeks' vacation early in .August, and she told Jones that she intended going to a certain resort with her mother, which they had visited the year previous. Then it was that Wall Street Jones concluded to indulge in a two weeks' vacation himself, and he told the girl that he guessed he'd go to the same place she was bound for. Miss Sprague seemed to be delighted at that, and both counted on having a good time in each other's company. The girl started on Saturday afternoon, but Jones delayed going until the following Monday. The newspapers that morning interested all of Wall Street, as they contained the story of the !light of a trusted bank employee with nearly $100,000 of the bank's funds. "That's making easy money with a vengeance," thought Jones, as he read the account on his way downtown with his grip all ready to take an early afternoon train. "The only trouble is that such a method is attended with un pleasant results if a chap gets caught, as he is almost certain to sooner or later. It seems to me that when a. man has a gooc1, responsible position, in a solid institution, he ought to know enough not to queer all his chances in life by turning traitor to his own interests as well as his employer's." When Jones boarded the drawing-room car of the Chi cago Express on the West Shore road, that was to take him as far as Kingston, he found that only one of the plush chairs was vacant and he took possession of it. The chair nearest the winc1ow wtts occupied by an old man with white hair anc1 beard, dressed in very plain but neat appaxel. Beside him stood a big grip on which one of his feet rested. When the conductor punched the ticket, Jones noticed that the old man's was a through one to Chicago. He also 11oticed that be had very bright, clear eyes for one apparently so aged, that his skin, wl\at little o.f it showed above his beard, was soft and healthy, and that he had very few crow's feet about his "Ile must he a healthy old chap," thought the boy. "Few men look as fresh as he does when t11ey get to be his age." The old man gave all his attention to one of the current magazines which he had brought into the car with him, and paid no attention to the scenery or to his fellow passengers. The train made only one stop before it began to slow up preparatory to coming to a rest at Kingston, and Jones got ready to alight. .At that moment a sharp-eyed man, dressed in a business suit, who had passed through the train, looking narrowly at all the men in each car, re-entered the coach in which Jones and the white-haired man were sitting and ap proached their seats. Just then the brakeman opened the door and shouted, "Kingston" twice. Jones grabbed his grip, lifted it on his knee and waited for the train to run into the station The man with the sharp eyes passed around behind his chair, tapped the old man on the shoulder and said some thing to him in a low tone. Like a flash the white-haired man was on his feet. 'l'he other man seized him by the shoulder and half forced him back in his seat, while Jones, astounded at what was going on, saw the flash of a pair of steel handcuffs as they were drawn from the newcomer's pocket. The incident was beginning to attract general attention, and Jones rose from his seat, hardly knowing whether he ought to interfere in the old man's behal.f or not. The struggle between the white-haired man and his ag giessor was suddenly brought to an end by the half-muf fled crack of a revolver, and a puff of smoke curled up from the clothes of the newcomer. With a cry he released his hold on the old felJow, Rtag gered back and fell between the seats. That end of the car was tluown into the greatest excitement and confusion. The old man grabbed his giip and flourishing his re volver, pushed the amazed Jones aside and for the door with an agility that belied his advanced years. "Don't let him eRcape. He's a fugitive from justicP," cried the wounded man faintly. "I am a detective and lie has shot me/' i

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WALL STREET JONES. 19 Jones woke up to the situation at once, and darted after the old fellow. He caught him J:Ust as he was stepping on to the plat form. The man turned and shoved the weapon into the boy's face. "Let go," he hissed, "or I'll blow your brains out." What could Jones do under the circumstances but re lease his hold? The apparently old man then sprang off the slowly moving train and vanished in the gathering darkness, close to the station. CHAPTER XII. PURSUIT OF THE WHITE-HAIRED MAN. Jones returned to the car for his grip and to see how the wounded detective was getting on. The car was in quite an uproar over the shooting One lady was on the verge of hysterics, while others were frightened and unnerved. A bunch of men were gathered about the officer, who had been raised and placed upon one of the seats He had been shot in the side, but how bad his wound was no one could tell. He lay back white and helpless, and all he said aiter bis first words addressed in a general way to Jone's was the request that he be taken off the train as soon as it came to a stop and carried to a doctor. The brakeman, after learning how things were, ran forward to notify the conductor about the trouble. As the train came to a stop tho conductor appeared. The detective was in no shape to make an explanation, seeing which Jones told what he kpew about the affair, then fearing be would be marooned in Kingston all that night, if he missed the mountain railway train that car ried passengers up into the Catskills, he hurried over to where the cars stood and got on board. The mountain train pulled out before the Chicago Ex press continu e d on its way again. Owing to th e darkness Jones saw nothing of the scenery along the line but he pa s sed the time in pleasant social converse with a fellow passenger, .to whom he related exciting train epi sode. Wall Stre e t Jones left the train at J arvisville, a village well up in the mountain s and a bus took him to the inn where Jessie Sprague and her mother had secured rooms for the period of their stay. As Jones had spoken for a room, too, at the same time, he found it waiting for him to take possession of. The gu e st s had had supper some time since, but a meal was prepared for the night arrival s and the boy went into the dining-room to partake of it before he announced his appearance to Miss Sprague. He found Jessie and her mother on the piazza in com pany with other guests. They gave him a warm welcome, and introduced him around. Soon afterward he invited the girl for a short walk, and they went o:ff together. He told her about the thrilling incident on the train. "My gracious It must have created great excitement in the car," she said. "It did." "And you sat near the man who did the shooting?" "Yes. I rode from Weehawken to Kingston within a couple of feet of him." "You say h e was an old man?'; "! thought he was an old man until the trouble began, the n he acted as liv e l y a s a young o n e I am sa'.tisfied that he was not old at all, but disguised to make himself app e ar so. The det e ctive said he w a s flee in g from justice, so, of course, he must be soine criminal that s wanted by the New York authorities." "Was the detective badly hurt?" "I couldn't say, but he looked as if he was." "What was done with him?" "They were about to take him from the car when I hurried away to catch the mountain train." "I think you had a narrow escape your s elf. It's a wonder he didn't shoot you when you tried to stop him from leav ing the car." "He would have done it, I guess, if I hadn't let go of him. I don't mind taking some chances, but when a chap shoves a cocked gun in your face, and talks as if he meant business, it' s no reflection on a person's courage to give in." "I should think not," replied the girl. "It wasn't your busine s s to stop him, anyway." "I think it was my duty to hav e caught him if I could, in the interests of justice; but he got th e drop on me, and as self-preservation is the first law of nature, I let him go." "Nobody pan blame you." "I'm not worrying about it, laughed Jones. "Now let's talk about something else. You've been here since Saturday night, how do you like it?" "It's just spl e ndid We' enjqyed the place so much last year tfi.at we wouldn't consider any other locality. It is so wild and romantic all around the out s kirts of the vil lage, that one is never tired of tramping about." "I thought you came here to rest and recuperate?" smiled Jones. "We came here for chang e of scene and re s t, too; but that does n t m e an sitting a11 day in a chair on the piazza. That would be dreadfully tiring to me .: I lik e pl e nty of fresh air and exercise. You can g e t both here to your heart's cont ent." "I'll h e lp you enjoy those two blessings, if my com pany doesn't prove a bore b e fore the tw o week s ar e up." "I'm sure I'm delighted to have the pl e a s ure of your societ y." "Thank you, Miss Sprague. I a pp r e c iat e the compliment you pa y m e sh a ll e nd e avor t o decerve it."' "I think we've gone as far a s w e ought t o this evening." "Very w e11, the n w e 'll turn back." When they reached the inn the y found the piazza deserted, all the ladies having retired to the ir apartm e nts. Bidding the girl good-night Jones joined the gentleman he had conversed with on the mount a in train, who was smoking on the piazza, and the y spent an hour together. Next morning the boy was given a s e at in the dining room at the sam e bible with Jessi e and her niother. He spent mos t of the morning in the girl's company, lounging about the house.

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20 WALL STREET JONES. After dinner they s tarted out for a long walk, and were 11oon out of sight of the inn and the village below it. A mile from the inn they sat down to res t close to a miniature fall s in a wffd and rocky glen. "It was somewhere up in these mountain s that Rip Van Winkle put in his nap of twe nty r11markecl Jones. "Yes acc ording to the legend. And here comes some body who might almo s t be tak e n for th e spirit of Ri.p Van Winkle wand e ring around the scenes of the st o ry," 1au&hed nodding toward an old whit e -hair e d man who had s uddenl y come into view along the road. He was d r essed iri a v e ry respectable s u i t of clothes, and carried a goodsize d dress-rnit case. .. The moment Jon e s' gaze lighted. on him he gave a gasp, for he recognized him a s the man who had done the shooting on the train. The s eeming old man glanced carelessly at them and passed on. "Who do you suppose that is?" a s ked Jones, as soon as he recovered from his surpri se. "I haven't th e l e a s t idea. H e look s like a very respecta ble old gentleman. Have you seen .him before?" Jessie inquired, with no great "interest. "Have I? I s hould say so. That's the chap I told you about last evening. He's the fellow who shot the de "You don't mean it!" exclaimed the girl, in a tone of astoni s hment. "I do mean it. I'd know him anywher e He ought to be arrested." "You can tell the proprietor of the inn about him when we return, and he will call the village cons table s atte ntion to the man s presence in this neighborhood," said Miss Sprague. "If I were alone I'd track the rascal and see where he is bound," s aid Jones. "And run the chance of him shooting you as he did the d e tective," the girl said. "I don t b e lieve in looking for trouble." "But h e s liable to get away I'd like to know what brought him away up h e re from Kingston. I'll bet he's looking for some quiet farmhouse to put up at until the hue and cr y has died out. He couldn't very well hide in the mountain s he had a good supply of provisions which it i s cl he hasn't got." "There ar e quite a number of farmhouses in this vi cinity where he could stop if that is his intention," said Jessie. "And kee p under 'cover. Well, if you're rested let's walk on," said Jones. "I don t think we' d better go any further in this di rection," she said. "Why not?" "We might m e et that old man, and if he recognized you--" "Suppose he did? What then?" "It might lead to trouble." "I'm not afraid of him." "But I am, after what you have told me about him." "Then let's hasten back and put the con s table on his track," said Jones. "I am anxious to see him pulled in." Jessie ha d no objection to that> s o the y retraced th eir way. When they reached the inn Jones hunted up the land lord and tol d him about the old man, and his pre s ence in the mountains. 'l'he proprietor agreed that the man ought to. be arrested He ordered his light rig hitched up, and taking Jones with him, drove to the home of the village cons table. They found that official in his yard chopping wood. The landlord of the inn introduced Jones and the boy lost no time in lay ing the object of their errand before him. "Are you s ur e he' s 1.he man who shot the d e tective ?'"' asked Constable Marsh. "I am positive. I sat next him in the car all the way from Weehawken to Kingston "I would get into trouble if I arre s ted the wrong mac." "I am willing to go along with you and point him out in case we find him." "Well, I'll take one of my two deputies with us. As he's armed we can't afford to take any chances with him It was arranged that Wall Street Jones was to r eturn to the inn with the proprietor, and Constable Mar s h said he would call for him in the cour s e of an hour. Within the stipulat e d time the constabl e drove up to the. inn with one of his deputies, and Jones taking leave of J es.sie, who begged him to be careful of himself, joined them. "You' saw him pass the gl e n where the waterfall is?" said Marsh. "Yes I was out walking with a y oung lady at the tim e and we were re s ting th e re whe n he cam e alon g." "I think you are right in b elieving tha t it i s hi s inte n tion to put up at one of the farmhous e s around h er e said the cons table. "He couldn t exi s t in any hidin gplace in the mountains unless he had food. If he appli e d for food at a farmhouse he would b e regfl:rde d with s u spic i on. Many of the farmers never have mor e tha n tw o o r three boarders, an .cl the chan ces a1:e h e could r e m a in in one o f the places for the whole season "Without hi s real id enti.ty being di s covered." "He may have kept on to the n ext village s ugge s t etl. the deputy. "Well we' ll visit some of the farm s and if w e fail to find him w e 'll go o n to Patte nvill e," s a id the con s t a bl e They s oon pa s s e d the gle n with th e w a t e rfall and in tht: course of a quarter of an hour drove into the yard of a farmhouse. The constable got out and hunted up the farmer. His inquiries developed the information that a whit e haired man had applied there for board for a couple of weeks or longer, but not having accommodation for an other boarder the farmer had referr e d him to the Fle tch e r farmhouse, a mile further up the road, and the seeming old man had gone on in that direction. The farm e r was curious to l e arn what the offi' cer wanted with the old man, but the cons table did not care to s ati sfy his curiosity. He returned to the wagon and they started for the Fletcher place. One unacquainted with the constable and his d eputy wo:uld have taken them for a couple of farmers themselves.

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WALL STREET JONES. 21 Jones sat on the seat with Mar s h, while Deputy Wi1kin s ''I'll explain when I come in." was perched at the back with his leg s hanging over the No reply came to this but in a moment or two the condashboard. stable and Jones heard apjece of furniture push e d against The outfit looked very innocent, indeed, as it proceeded the door. along the road. "He's banicading himself in," whispered the boy. "He Marsh drove up the lane that led to the Fletcher farm, mean s to escape by the window." and turned into the big :varcl, that was bounded by the "Wilkins will cut him off then," said the constable, tryhouse the truck patch the barn, and a section of a meading the door and finding it f:;lst. ow, which sloped up into rock y and unproductive ground. Jone s looked through the keyhole, but could see nothing Mrs. Fletcher came to the kitchen door with a sunbonnet Then he walked to the next door, open e d it and entering on. ran to the half-open window and looked out. "Good-afternoon Mr. Marsh. Do you want to see my He was jus t in time to see the white-hair e d man valis e hu s band? He's out in the corn-field. I'll blow the born in hand, stepping from his window on to the top of ihe for him." reranda. "Don't trouble yourself, Mrs. Fletcher. I merely stopped to inquire if you have taken a new boarder-an old-looking. white-haired man-this afternoon?" "Why, :veR, I've taken s uch a man." she replied in som e s urprise. "He was referr e d to me by Mr. Douglas, ou_r n e ighbor below here. 'Is there anything wrong about him Mr Marsh ?" "Well I s u s pect he is not what he s eems to be," re plied the cons table. "Good gra c iou s !" s he e xclaim e d with a look of alarm "He look s and acts like a Yery polile old gentleman. He told me that h e came into the Catl>kills for hi s health." "What did he say his name was?'' "Blakeley." "Where did he say he came from?" "From Albany." The con s table looked at Wall Street Jones. "Where is he now, ma'am?" asked the boy. "In his room, I believe, if he isn't on the veranda," she replied. "There was no one on the veranda when we drove up,'' s aid the constable. "I think w e'd better go to his room and interview him," s aid Jone s "By the way he had a big, brown suit-case, didn t he?" "Yes," s he answered, with a look. "Where i s the room he occupie s, Mr s Fletcher?" "The fr ont one, ju. t above the roof of the veranda." "'Vilkins, go around in front and kee p watch,'' said i.he c on s tabl e 5 Now Mr s Fle tcher, b e kind e nough to lead th e w a y to his room." "Dear me, I hope th e re i s nothing wrong, Mr. Marsh. It would hurt us if it b e came known that we took anybody in who wasn't re s pectable R aid the woman, much alarmed The cons tabl'c made no r e ply as he and Jone} followed the farmer s wife up tair s "You'd b r i.ter go down, ma'am. I ll kn o ck," said Mari::h in a low tone. Mrs. Fletcher retired a s far a s the foot of the stairs, whe re s he paus e d to await development s '!.'he con s table, fearing he might have a detip c rate man to d.eal with, placed his hand on his Tevolver and motioned Jones to knock on the door. The Wall Street boy did so. "Who is there?" asked a voice, presently. "I am Mr. Marsh. I'd like to see you." "What do you want to see me about? I don't know you." CHAPTER XIII. CAPTURE OF THE WHITE-HAIRED J.IAN. As the veranda roof ran under that window, too, Jones spra ng out and rus hed at the white-h a ired man cr ying: Hold on the r e where are you going?" The s eeming olcl man dropped his vali s e like a flash, 1rheel e d around and drew his revolver which he leveled at lh e advancing boy point-blank and fired. Only for kind Providence that would have been the end f}t Wall Street Jones. Tn his haste he slipped on the roof and went down on hiR back jus t a s the man pulled the trigger. The bullet skinned his ear as it was, and cra s hed through the upper sash of the window through which he had just passed. Thinking he had killed or badly wounded the boy, whom he recognized as the lad who had tried to stop him from getting off the car at Kingston the night before he to...qged his suit-case to the ground and started to follow it by way of one of the posts. Before he could accomplish his purpose Jones was on his feet and had hold of him by the head and shoulders. "Let me go or I'll kill you!" cried the rascal di s con c erted by the unexpected resuscitation of the boy he thought he hacl downed trying to pull hi s gun again. Jones, knowing what he was up ag a in s t. b a d no con s ideration for him but slugg e d him a t e rrifi c blow b e hind the ear that dazed him for a moment or two The boy took advantage o.f th e chance to wr e nch the revolver from his grasp. "Now surrender, you s coundrel, or I'll blo w the top of y our head off, he s aid, in d e t c nnined tone, at the Fame time grabbing the white hair, which be was sure was fal se, and pulling it away from the man' s face. The white wig with it and revealed the chap as a youngish man of thirty-five or so. At that moment Constable Mar s h's h e ad and s houlder s appeared at the window through which the b o y h a d come out, and Deputy Wilkins sprang out in front of the veranda below. Mrs. Fletcher, who had nearly fainted when she beard the report of the revolver outside ran to the kitchen, seize d the horn and blew loudly and continuously for her h\isband. Jones and his prisoner were engaged i.a a

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22 WALL STREET JONES. struggle on the roof, the boy not caring to carry out hi s threat to shoot; but as soon as he got the chance he r e ver sed the weapon and struck the rnscal a clip that sent his thoughts wool-gathering. The blow ended the scrap and placed the man in Jones' power. "Got a pair of handcuffs?" he asked the constable, who was gettin g out of the window. "Yes." "Then clap them on this villain before he recovers." Mr Marsh did so. / "He fired at you, didn't he ? he said. "I should say he did-at the distance of not over a yard. He had me dead. If I hadn't fallen on the roof by accident at the instant he fired I'd have probably been a dead boy all right. Now we'd better lower him down to your deputy." Wilkins was cfoed on to catch the man, and Jones and the constable followed by way of the post. The horn was still tooting away at the back of the house when the constable and his assistant bore the unconscious man to their wagon, Jones following behind with the fel fow's revolver, suit-case and false hair. Mr. Fletcher waa running across the fields toward the house in answer to the strenuous can. Mr. Marsh till Farmer Fletcher came up, and explained the situation to him, giving the credit of the fellow's capture to Jones, who was responsible for the hunt after the rascal in the first place .. Getting a piece of rope fo;>m the farmer, the constable bound the prisoner's legs as an additional precaution, and then mounting to the seat with Jones, drove back to the village of J arvisville. After lodging the prisoner in the lock-up, and leaving Wilkins on guard; the constable and Jones drove to the railroad station, where there was a telephone connection with Kingston. The police of that town were communicated with, and word sent them that the man who had shot the detective was in custody in J arvisville. The cons tabl e forwarded all the particulars, saying that the man's captur e had been brought about by a New York boy named Jones, who had traveled from Weehawken in the same car with the pris.op.er, and was an eyewitness of s hooting of the officer on the train. H e add e d that Jones was spending a couple of weeks at the Mount a in Inn on the outskirts of J arvisville. Mr. Mar s h received word that an officer would be sent up in the morning to fetch prisoner, who was a.n ab sconding bank clerk named Austin, wanted in New York. "Why that 's the chap I read about in the paper yes terday morning said Jones. "It was reported that he got away with some thing like $100,000. Probably a large part of that money is in the suit-case, so you want to take good care of it, Mr. Mar sh." The constable drove the boy back to the inn, where he arrived jus t in time for supper. Everybody in the dining-room smiled and bowed to him whe:n he entered, and eve n the girl waiters found him an object of great intere s t for they, too, had heard of his connection with the capture 0 the disguised old man. Of course, when he came out on the piazza, after the ni.eal, he was immediately surrounded by the guests, who wanted to know all about the capture of the man, and who the fellow was and what he had done to cause his pursuit by the detective he had shot. Jones told hi s thrilling account of the capture of the rascal, whose name he said was Austin, an absconding New York bank clerk. Miss Sprague turne d pale when h e des cribed how near he came to b e ing killed b y the man, and how accident alone saved his life at such clos e range. The guests all praisecl his courage and nerve, and declared he was a real hero. "You reckless boy," said Jessi e to him when they Jater on walked qff together in the moonli g ht, "I told you to b e careful of yourself. Just think how I should have felt had you been killed." .. "Would you really have cared so much?" he asked softly. "You know I would," she replied in a voice that showed neit a little emotion. "Do you really care for me-Jessie?" he asked, calling her by her :first name for the :first time. "Yes," she answered in a low voice. "And I care for you more than any one else in the world," he sa,id, earnestly. ."I care for you so much that I want you to become my wife some day. Will you?" Her reply was evidently thoroughly satisfactory to him, or he took her in his arms and kissed her. Next two officers came from Kingston for the prisoner, and as they wanted to see Jones, Constable Marsh drove them out to the inn, where they interviewed the Wall Street boy. It was decided that he and the constable should accom pany them and the prisoner to Kingston, as their presence would be required at the rascal's examination before the judge. Accordingly Jones did not appear at supper that day at the inn, and Jessie explained the cause of his absence to the guests, who were curious about it. News of the capture of Au s tin, the defaulter, had al ready been telegraphed to New York, and a detective had been sent to Kingston to bring hfm down the river, as the New York authorities ass erted a prior right to him, not withstanding the serious crime he had committed within the limits of the above-mention e d town. When Jones reached Kingston he learned that the bank which had been robbed, had offered a reward of $10,000 for the capture of its recreant clerk. Under the circumstances the reward would probably be divided petween him and the constable, though it was possible that the bank might consider him entitled to the lion's share, as he was mainly instrumental in capturing the absconder At any rate when the facts reached the New York news papers, Wall Street Jones was once more brought into the limelight of public attention, and the brokers began talking about him in earnest, and wondering who he really was. Jones gave his testimony against the prisoner at the examination in Kingston, and his story of the capture of the man was afterward secured from him by a reporter of the local morning daily and duly printed. The New York papers availed themselves of the story

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WALL STREET JONES. 23 to round out their own account of the capture of the de faulter. At the beginning of the following week Jones received a letter from the president of the robbed bank compli menting him on the services he had rendered the bank and the business community at large, and stating that the full reward would be paid to him in the course o f a short time, and requesting that his private or busineS's adclress be forwarded to the bank so that could reach him The president said that an additional sum 0 $1 ,000 would be sent to Constable Marsh .for his share in the cap ture of Austin. "This summer jaunt of mine has panned out well," Jones said to Jessie, after she had read the presid e nt's let ter. "When I get that money I'll be worth over fifty thousand dollars." "It has indeed," she replied; "but you earned it at the risk of your life." At the end of Jessie's two weeks' vacation, she, her mother, and Jones, returned to N cw York, and the two young people took up their life in Wall Street once more. CHAP'rER XIV. WALL STREET JONES MAKES ANO'l'ITE R STRIKE. Wall Street Jones had been back at his office only a few days when he got the $10,000 check from the bank, and on the sam"e day he learned quite by accident that a num ber of well-known capitalists had come together for the purpose of cornering L. & M shares, while most 0 the traders were out of town and unsuspicious that anything was likely to happen in Wall Street before September As soon as Jones had satisfied himself as to the reliabil ity of his information he paid a v,isit to Talcott and ordered him to buy 5,000 shares of L. & M. on the quiet. Talcott followed instructions ancl by three o'clock was able to send Jones word that he had secured the 5,000 shares During the ba1unce of the week there wasn't the s lightest ripple on the calm surface of Wall Street affairs On Tue s day of the following week L. & M : began to show unwonted activity. It closed that day at a five-point advance and opened higher next morning. Out-of-town traders got word about it and they came trooping into town to see what was going on. The Exchange assumed a business-like a ir, and the newspapers printed news of the rise in L. & M. and the looking up of the stock market. The excitement increased on Wednesday as L. & M. con tinued .to advance rapidly, going up to 90 by noon. A tremendous amount of business was done that after noon for August and the stock closed at 93. Next day things continued much the same way, and Jones,' who was eagerly watching the course of events, for all his capital was up on his deal, decided to sell out when it reached 95. He gave his order to Talcott and that trader disposed of h;i.s holdings in small batches at an average price o.l' 95l That gave Wall Street Jones a profit of $75,000, and made him worth $128,000. The following day being the of September Eddie Eastman walked into the Fifth A venue building after his ten weeks' vacation, prepared to open up the office. "Hello, Eddie, back aga in ?" asked the elevator man "I haven't seen you for so long that I thought you had been sacked '-"Me sacked Say, do you think my boss could get along without me?" "Why notJ There's no place on. earth that can't. be filled by somebody as good as the last occupant." "The:ri if-I was you I wouldn't get too gay with this job of the elevator, for the agent might dispossess you." "I always attend strictly to business, Eddie, for I can't afford to be out of a job," replied the man. "Well, if you should get fired, let me know and per haps I can :find you a better one." "If you only would, Eddie," said the man, confidentially, "I'd make it all right with you. This position isn't paying a princely sa lary, and my hours are long and my duties somewhat exacting. I am married, have three kids, and have to look every penny over twice before I spend it." 1 "Well, that's too bad. Here's a tip for you. I believe I owe you one," and Eddie dropped a $10 bill into the man's hand as he stepped out of the elevator. The employee nearly had a fit when he saw the size of the bill. He was sure Eddie had made a mistake and meant to give him a dollar, so he stopped the cage and ran after him. "I don't want to rob you, Eddie. Do you know how much you ga"l;e me?" "Sure. Ten dollars." "Do you intend that I shall keep it?" cried the a&ton, ishecl man. "I guess you can put it to good use-better than I can." "Heaven bless you, Eddie," cried the man, for he needed $10 badly at that moment and had been worr y ing all the morning about how he could get so much money "That bill is a fortune to me. My little kid is sick and I can't pay the doctor what I owe him, so I've : been worrying for fear he wouldn't call again." "Oh, you're in a hole, are you," replied Edclie, im pressed by the man's words and manner. "Want me to lend you $20 more." "You're joking, aren't you, Eddie?" replied the man. "No, I'm in earnest." "I'd like to borrow that amount if you'll take it back" at the rate of a dollar a week, which is the only way I'd be able to pay it. I'd be willing to pay you a bonus, too, of three dollars." "Never mind the bonus Here's the tw enty You can pay it back any way you want to. I'll take your word for security." Eddie shoved the bills into the hand and dis appeared into the office of Thomas Q. Brown. Neither Mr. Brown nor any of his associates showed up that day, nor for several days thereafter, during which time Eddie appeared regularly at two o'clock and quit on the stroke of five. A letter addressed to Eddie was left by the postman

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21 WALL STREET JONES. on Friday afternoon, and the boy found it on the floor' he 1.-new that by so doing he :vould be acting against when he arrived. the mterests of Thomas Q. Brown, lns boss. It contained a check to Eddie's order for his week's So Eddie set his wits to work and what he did will apwages and a note from Mr. Brown saying he would be at pear later. the office on Monday some time. CHAP'rER XV. 'l'he boy stayed out bis regular time, though he knew he would have nothing to do, and then went home and handed the check, which he endorsed, to bis mother WALL STREET JONES TRIMS TUE TRICKY TRADERS "Eddie you're the luckiest boy in the world to have such a job," said his sister May. During the month of September Wall Street Jonea was "I agree with you," he replied, and then added, laughrather irregular in bis attendance at his office, and he did ingly, "if I hold it long enough I'll be worth a quarter of not appear at all in the afternoon. a million at least." Whether it was because he was now worth a lot of money, "A quarter of a million! Why don't you say a whole or for some other reason, certain it is he appeared to be million?" taking things easy. "Because that's putting the limit a little bit too high." At the beginning of the second week in October Wall "Oh, indeed. Well, you've got a thousand in the bank Street Jones began coming regularly to his office, and he seemed to be full of business--at least he did a lot of :figurtowarcls it." "Y I kn th t,, ing on his pad, and appeared to be makmg certam mo-es, ow a 1 1 t" "Wh 't f t 1 1 menlous ca cu a 10ns. v weren you as :or unate w u e you were away 111 0 J d t t l h ne mornmg ones came own own ex ra ear v. t e country as your friend Wall Street Jones? He captured ,.11 1 k f T t Oh h t" t h lf ast b k d f ul d i 10 c oc o nm y urc was porn mg o a p a an e a ter an rece1vecl a reward of $10,000." ht h h t d h. ffi "I' t d t d ,, eig w en e en ere Is o ce. m no goo a conun rums, SIS. 0 th t k f h 1 k d d t t hIs "A d n e s ro e o nme e oc e up an wen o n that remmds me that you never let us know where f d t lt d t k t 1 11 th he sa e eposI vau an oo ou near y a e money you went on your va.cat10n. You wouldn't even tell h d h' b mother: What's the mystery? Is there a girl in it?" aThin b.lils ox. f 1 d t' h' h h t n "Y d t,, e I s were o arge enomma 10ns, w ic e pu i ou ve guesse i 1 d t d f ll 'd k t an enve ope, an s owe c:ltC u y away m an ms1 e poc e "Is that really a fact? Have you got a girl? Tell me Then he went down to the Cortlandt ferrv and about her. She's pretty, of course. Where does she live, took a boat for Jersey City. and what is her name?" As soon as he landed he boarded a car for a suburb of "You want to know too much all at once, sis. I'm going Newark and in the course of time entered the grounds of to take you around to her house shortly and introduce you a hand;ome villa. to her." A natty-looking maid answered his ring and he asked "Are you really?" laughed May. "So she lives in this for Mrs. Doane. city then? Where?" He was shown into the reception-room and in a short "Oh, not a thousand miles from here." time the lady of the house, who was dressed in deep mourn"How did you get acquainted with her?" ing, appeared. "That's one of my secrets Wall Street Jones introduced himself and got down "I don't see any reason to make a. secret of it. to business at once. "That's because you don't see thinga like me." What he said to the lady at first surprised her, and an At that moment their mother called them to supper, and anxious look appeared on her face. that ended the talk for the present about Eddie's girl. "I know Mr. Brown well," she said, "and it doesn't It was not till the first of October that the 'l'homas Q. seem possible that he would take such an unfair advan Brown syndicate began to grow active again, and then Edtage of me as that." die found out that the members were laying their plans "It is not only possible, but it' a. fact, madam. Everyto corner United Traction stock. thing is fair in Wall Street, even when it involves loss He also learned after a few days that they had tackled or even ruin to one's best friend a pretty strong proposition, but as the syndicate had lots "Why have you come to tell me this?" of money their success seemed pretty well assured. "Because, madam, I am the only anchor you have to Furthennore he discovered that they were basing their rely on." plans largely on getting of the shares of the "But I never saw you before. Why do you take such widow of a large stockholder who had lately died leaving interest in my affairs?" his affairs somewhat involved. "From my natural chivalry toward women, in the first There are tricks in all trades, and it appeared it was only place, particularly when, as in your case, a woman is about by working a trick of high :finance on the lady that they to be made the object of an unscrupulous deal in high could see their way to squeezing her holdings -out of hef finance; and secondly, because I can make $100,000 by possession at a price that was somewhat below the market. doing you a good turn," replied Wall Street Jones, frankEddie thought the trick a mean one to play on a woman ly. who was in a tight fix. "You, a boy, make $100,000 !" she exclaimed. In fact his sympathy was aroused in behalf of the lady "Why not? I have already made over that amount inand he determined to see if he couldn't pelp her out, side of this year in the stock market off the smaJI capital

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. ( 2 6 WALL STREET JONES. fo hold on to the block of traction stock his syn di ca t e was playing for He and his associates had secured every share b u t the 10,000 the lady held, that was to be got, and they n eeded only 7,000 to make their scheme a w i n n e r. As the stock didn't come o u t with t h e dro p o f 15 p oints, they forced it down anothe;r five o n the foll owing day 'I'hen it was that Thomas Q. Brow n receive d the sur prise of his life. That was a note from Wail' Street Jones telling him that he had bought the stock of Mrs Doane and would en tertain an offer for it, provided it was above 70. "Who in creation i s this Wall Street Jones?" sai d B rown to Gay when the latter walked into the downtow n office of Ur. Brown. "Why, don't you remember we passed his door one d ay in the Eagle Building?" replied Gay "What about h im?" 'rhen Brown showed Gay the letter' he had juat re cei vecl from Jones. "Why, how could he have learned that yo u are inter ested in United Traction?" "That's what puzzles me. This matter must be p u t be fore the syndicate this afternoon at our uptown office. If our secret has leaked out the dea l is liable to go crooked and do us up in a large amount of money If somebody has given us away I want to know wh o it is." "Maybe Eddie has taken advantage of h i s opportunities and gone back on us." "I hope not, for we have trusted the boy implicitly, and have paid him well and given h i m a soft berth in exchange for his faithfulness. It wouldn't pay him to go back on us. It would be again8t his interests, and nobodv hut a fool would kill the goose that laid him golden eggs." "Well, the matter looks serious We will all have to consider it this afternoon," mid Gay. "I can't see how this Wall Street Jones could have the stock from Mrs. Doane. It's worth $400,000 at its present depre ciated price It is bound to go back to 60 i f we fail t o buy the shares And up to 80 i f we ge t them. T h i s Jones has a most astonish ing nerve to ask such a figure as 70 for them when the market price is only 40. One would think he knew all about our plans "That is.just what is worrying me," replied Brown "I.E he knows he has got us where the hair is short. We'll have to pay him his price or let the dea l go and l ose a small raft of money." That afternoon there was an excited sess i on of the svn dicate at the Fifth offices, and fo r the first Eddie Rastman did not show u p, o r send any ex cu se fo r his non-appearance Just as the meeting was break ing u p a messe nger boy peared with a note addressed to Mr. B rown. It was signed "Wall Street Jones," and gave M r Brown to understand that the wTiter was fully info r me d of detail of the syndicate's p l a n to captu re t he control of 'I'homas Q Brown gasped when he r ead it, and then read it tct. the members of the syndicate If a born b h ad exp l oqed i n the office they couldn't be more surprised After an excited d i scussion all were convinced that the missing Eddie had learned more than they suspected and had gone back on them for a bribe. Ne t day close on to noon an excited bunch of traders appeared in front of Wall Street Jones' office and tried to get in, but found the door locked. "He isn't here, said Brown "What are we to do?" The transom suddenly swung open and Jones' head and arms appeared in the opening He l ooked down upon the angry brokers in the conidor. "Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you?" he asked suavely. "Have you come to settle?" The traders uttered an exclamation of angry surprise "Eddie Ea'stman escaped each lip. "You young rascal So you have played us false," roared BTown. "You have sold us out to Wall t r eet Jones. "I have sold you out to nobody I am Wall Street Jones. I hold the 10,000 shares of United Traction formerly the property of Jl.frs. Doane. My price, as I wrote you, is 75. Do I get it or. don't I?" "Who in thunder aTe you acting for?" "I am acting for yours truly, Eddie Eastman, and no body else." "This is some trick." "And what was your move against Mrs. Doane but a trick of high finance? I have blocked you. Buy at 75 or throw up your bands. Brown swore roundly, and so did the other membeTS of the syndicate present, hut in the encl the,v had to give the price asked, and so "Wall Street Jones" trimmed the bunch of tricky traders. A few days later a new sign appeared on the door Eddi e Eastman ( l ate Wall Street Jones), Stocks and Bonde," and a nff\v broker had come into the Street. A few months later Lawyer Pn1tt lost h i s love l y c leTk, who became Mrs Eddie Eastman, and they took u p hou ekeeping in a new house in the Bronx. Then it was that Wall Street learned for the first time that Eddie Eastman, the boy broker, was the person who had for neaTly a year masqueraded under the name of Wall Street Jones, and that he trimmed the trickiest syn dicate of trader s i n the financial district. \ THE END. Read "FRED THE FAKER; OR, THE SUCCES OF A YOU G STREET :MERCHANT," whichwill be the next number (225) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly United Traction. r "I will give you till to -monow noon to buy the 1 0,000 SPECIAL N O TICE: All back numbe r s o f this weekly shares at 75," he concluded, "and will remain at my office arc always in p r int. If you cannot obtain t h em from a n y till that hour for you to take me up. If you fail to come new::dcaler, send t he pri ce in money o r postage s t amps b y I will understand t h a t you don't wan t them and will ac-1 mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION cept an offer mad e to me by those now in control' of the I SQTJ f\RE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies r oad you o rde r by return mail.

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FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. 27 Fame and Fortune Weekly NEW YORK, JANUARY 14, 1910. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS single ............................................... One Copy Three Months .................................. One Copy Six Months ..................................... One Copy One Year ...................................... .. Postage Free. .05 Cents .65 Cents $1.:05 $3.50 HOW TO SEND MONEV-Atourriskeend P.O. Money Order, Check, or Registered Letter: remittances in any other way are at your risk. We accept postage Stampe the same as cash. When sending silver wrap the Com in a separate piece of paper to avoid cutting the envel ope. Write 11ou1 name and i;utci.l'ess plainly. Address letters to StNOLAlll Touss:Y, President Gir::o. G. HA&T1Nos, 1.'reaaurer Cau. E. NYLAND.SR, Secretary Frank Tousey, Publisher :a.c Union Sq., New GOOD STORIES. The Lancet, the authoritative medical paper of England, as serts that Englishmen and Americans eat too much. "As the fire of life burns less fiercely and the output of energy is smaller," says the writer, "so the fuel supplied should be re duced, that the system may not be clogged with ashes and half.burned cinders, where by the activity of the whole machine is from time to time {mpaired and may even be prematurely arrested." Colonel Frank Touvelle, a rancher living near Medford, Ore is said to have produced a deep-rooted vine which brings forth three crops of berries in a season, which result has been obtained by grafting alfalfa roots on the roots of the straw berry vine. Alfalfa roots deeply and produces three to five crops a year without irrigation. It occurred to him that straw berries might do the same if the vine could be made to extend down far enodgh, so as to receive moisture from the soil throughout the season. Just north of the Himalaya mountain range in Chinese Turkestan lies a belt of land which is watered by north-flowing rivers. These, however, do not flow anywhere, but lose them selves in the sand of the desert. The worst deserts of Ame,t'ica are mere child's play to the desert conditions in this part of Asia. In many places there were formerly, one thousand or two thousand years ago, a condition of soil and climate so that tliey could support a considerable population. There are the remains of villages and even cities, which must have had water in large quantities, in places now tar distant from any reliable source of supply. So dry is the country that ruins of wooden houses which have b een exposed to the weather for ten centuries or more have hardly the beginnings of decay. A gasolene tank rarely explodes. It cannot unless it con tains gasolene vapor and air in explosive proportions, which latter condition is almost never present. It does not explode because it contains too little air or too much gasolene. Even i! a tank of gasolene were to burst from heat applied to its exterior the confined heavy gas would not explode if in con tact with flame or fire, but would burn instead. True, a tank of gasolene with no vent could do considerable damage were it _to burst and throw burning oil and flaming gas about, but 1,000 gallons of gasolene in a vessel's bilges would not be so dangerous from explosion as a hundredth of that amount. 'Dile larger quantity would burn rapidly, while the smaller would be sufficient, if mixed with the proper amount of air, to utterly demolish almost any boat. The rejected tin can is generally regarded as a typically worthless object. Nevertheless in these economical days it does really possess a not inconsiderable value. In fact. there is hardly a tin can thrown away anywhere that is not eventu ally turned to some useful account. Most tin cans in cities find their way to the ash dumps, from which they are carefully col Iected by professional scavengers, who know where to find a market for them. There are factories which are exclusively engaged in the business of dealing with just this sort of ma terial. The first process consists in exposing the cans to a high heat, which melts the solder-the latter running otI into a separate receptacle, to be sold afterward at 12 cents a pound. By this means the tops and bottoms of the cans are removedto be subsequently smashed into homogeneous masses with a steam hammer and cut up into sash weights for windows. But those cans which are in Al second-hand condition have only the tops unsoldered, and are afterwards utilized as receptacles for paints and varnishes. The paint can of to-day may have held soup or tomatoes in a previous stage of its existence. The cylindrical parts of the cans are usually more or less dented and battered. This, however, is not a matter of any impor tance, for they are rolled out perfectly flat by machinery, and in this shape serve extensively as roofing material for shanties and otb,er small buildings, as well as to cover the bottoms and corners of trunks. JOKES AND JESTS. \ -"'"' .. "What did father say when you asked him for met "Ile didn't say anything. He fell on my neck and wept." Sir Pompey-I say, Blaggs, you've got a fine lot of ancestors. Mr. Blaggs-Bless yer 'eart, Sir Pompey, they ain't mine they're the children's. "On your trip abroad did you see any wonderful old ruins?" "Yes," she replied archly; "and guess what?" "'Well?" "One of them wanted to marry me." "I see," said Waggaby, behind his morning paper, "there is a great uprising in the East." "What? A rebellion in Persia?" cried his interested guest. "No; only the sun." "Mamma, every Sunday the man reads how much money each class gives, and then he tells how much Total gives, and Total gives more than any one. He must be a rich man. Who is Total, mamma?" Tramp-I'd like a drink, but I don't suppose you'd want to change this fivedollar bill. Bartender (briskly)-No trouble about change. Here's your medicine. Tramp-Thanks. Ah! That's good whisky. Bartender-Eh? Lookee here! This bill is no good! Tramp-Yes, I said you wouldn't want to change it. The woman wished to leave the car at Seventy-eight h Street. Being of the self-sufficient type, she scorned to signal to the conductor, but rallg the bell herself. She rang it twice. The car sped on. At the next corner and again at the next corner the process was repeated. Then the woman appealed to the conductor. "This is outrageous," she said angrily. "If that motorman doesn't look out I shall report him, and you, too. Why doesn't he stop when I ring the bell?" "Because you told him not to," said the conductor. "If you keep on ringing twice you won't get off this side of Albany. Two bells is the signal to go ahead."

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28 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY. TOM MERRY'S MASCOT By Horace Appleton. Tom Merry was a bachelor of thirty, but he looked con siderably older at the time, and more especially when he was in a thoughtful mood. He was in a thoughtful mood as he was crossing the South Ferry to Brooklyn one night, after he had put in a weary day in a lawyer's office in the lower part of the City of New York. As the boat was pushing into the slip a little boy toddled out of the cabin toward him, and caught him by the coat as he lisped forth: 1 "Papa." At that momenf a tall woman, wearing a dark veil, followed the child out of the cabin, and caught him as if to draw him away from Tom, as she said in husky tones: "You bad boy, that is not your father. Please excuse the child, sir." The people were hurrying out of the boat at the moment, and as the little fellow still clung to Tom Merry, he bent down and raised him in his ar"ms, saying, in his good-natured tones: "All right, madam, I will take the little fellow up over the bridge." And without waiting for the consent of the lady, who was dressed in black, he sprang up toward the ferry gate with the little boy, who appeared to cling to him in the most friendly manner. The lady followed hastily, and when she reached the gate a tall man, who appeared to be mufiled up with the collar of his fall overcoat, sprang at her and seized her by the arm, crying: "I have caught you at last! Now I. want you to come right home with me." "You are mistaken, sir, as I do not know you. Let go of my arm, I beg you." "If the lady is your wife," protested Tom Merry, "you shouldn't break her arm in that way, and I ask you to let her go also." The stranger answered by raising his right arm and aiming a blow at Tom's face. Tom did not fancy the kindness intended for him, and he warded off the blow with his right hand, giving the fellow a severe push at the same time. The stranger fell to the ground grumbling fearfully, and releasing his grasp on the woman at the same time. Then away she darted, flying like a hunted criminal as she turned down Furman Street. / Tom Merry drew back, expecting the man to assail him again. When the man regained his feet, however, he did not at tempt to assail Tom, but hastened away after the woman. When Tom reached Furman Street with the little boy in his arms he look e d down in search of the womap and her pursuer, but coufo not see a trace of the man or the woman. He kept walking up and down the street for fully ten min utes, while the little fellow in his a'rms appeared to be per fectly contented, as he soon fell into a sound slumber. After reflecting for some time longer, the puzzled man decided to J;ake the little fellow to his own room, which was only a few streets away, and then give notice to the nearest police station as to where he lived, so that the father or mother might be informed about him. On examining the sleeping boy by the light of his lamp, the man saw that he was a handsome little fellow between three and four years old, and that he was dressed in very comfortable clothes. After removing his outer garments and his little shoes without disturbing the child, Tom placed him at the foot of the bed and covered him up carefully as he said to himself: "The best thing I can do is to take a walk around again, and if I don't see the mother to go and report the affair to the station-house." Tom did not see anything of the mother, and he made his way to the station-house near the City Hall, where he reported the case to the sergeant, giving his address and his place of business in New York at the same time. When the weary man returned to his humble bedroom again, he was not in the humor for work, and he took a seat in his old armchair, as he said to himself: "I'll rest awhile and then tackle the work." He did rest a while, as he fell into a sound sleep, from which he did not awaken until after daylight in the morning. The little stranger was stlll sleeping soundly in the bed, and after rubbing his eyes and washing himself in cold water, Tom thought of his work and proceeded to light his pipe. He then commenced to write away as fast as he could, ex pecting every moment to hear a policeman at the door with the boy's m other or father. It was half-past nine o'clock before Tom Merry finished the copying, and no messenger had arrived from the police station up to that time. As it was all important for him to hasten over to the lawyer's office with his work, he paid a hurried visit to the old lanalady, told her the truth about the boy in as few words as possible, and then left him in her charge. When he arrived at the office he found a very good piece of news before him in the form of a letter from one of the lead ing New York publishers. Tom Merry had written a novel some time before, and he had sent the manuscript for publication to several publishers, but it had been rejected time and again. That novel was at last accepted by a good house, and Tom was ottered a fair price for it at a time when he was sadly in need of a few dollars. On reaching the house he found that no one had come to inquire about the little stranger, and he then hastened away to the station-house to make inquiries there. Yes, a young woman had inquired about the boy very early in the morning, and the sergeant had given her both tlle Brooklyn and the New York City addresses of the man who had taken charge of him for the night, Tom Merry hastened back to his boarding-house again, only to learn that the child's mother had not called there as yet. On reaching his old employer's office in the afternoon he found a letter addressed to him in a lady's fine handwriting. It was from the boy's motl;ler, and in it she begged him, in the most imploring terms, to care for the child for the present, while she promised to remunerate him for his trouble. The fetter concluded by saying: "The man who assailed me last night has been the bane of my life, and he is not my husband, but he is my child's uncle. The child's father died six months ago, and he did resemble you very much. "I am compelled to fly in haste from the wretch who is prosecuting me, and I dare not take my boy with me, fearing that his uncle would pursue me through him. I cannot give you my name or my future address, as goodness only knows where I will have to fiy. If you have the heart of a man, take care of the child for his own sake, and he will reward you in future if I do not. "It may be days, months, or even years before you hear from me again, but a persecuted and unhappy woman swears

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FAME AND FORrruNE WEEKLY. 29 to you that you will never regret the kindness you may show to the little boy, who called you father on first beholding you." Having no near relatives in the world that he knew of, Tom took the little boy to a respectable boarding-house in Har where he represented him as his own son. 'l'he boy's protector was known in New York.City to his very few friends as Tom Merry, but that was not his real name. Some years before his father became involved in a disgrace affair in the great city, and Tom thought it best to travel under an assumed name. Very soon after taking charge of the boy, and when the old man was ten years in his grave, certain revelations ap peared in the New York papers which proved that he was an man, and that he was the victim of clever sharpers. About the time that the revelations were published, Tom received a splendid offer from a mercantile house in San Fran cisco, and he went to that city, taking little :Massey as the boy called himself, with him. On arr)ving on the shores of the Pacific, the honest fellow assumed his real name again, an d that was Tobias Merriman. As the woman had suggested in her letter, days, months and years did pass away before he heard from her again, and the little boy rewarded him fully for all the kindness lavished on him. The former Tom Merry became a very prosperous merchant in Sari Francisco, and he made a splendid reputa tion as an author in the meantime. Young Massey grew ,to be a splendid boy, and his adopted father became as much attached to him as if he were his own son. When young Massey Merriman, as he was called, was fifteen years of age, his father took hi'm on a trip to the East, and they arrived in the city of New York in safety. Desiring to know if the strange lady had ever made inquiries about her son, he called at the office of the old lawyer, where he found two letters awaiting him there for over eight years. They were both written from London by Massey's mother, and one of them inclosed a draft for one hundred dollars. Each of the letters contained the most particular inquiries about her son, and expressions of gratitude to his protector, while she also declared that it was impossible for his mother to take charge of him at the time, as she would soon be com pelled to fly again from the man who was persecuting her. The old lawyer then declared that a lady had called at the office one month before to make inquiries about Thomas Merry. The letters from London were signed "Emma Wheeier," and the lady who had called at the lawyer's office gave the same name, but she did not leave any address or state when she would call again. 'I'he anxious man left his New York address for the time with the old lawyer, and then hastened away to insert ad vertisements in the New York papers addressed to Emma Wheeler, in which he intimated where Thomas Merry could be found. The adopted father took his son to the theater that night to see a famous actress who had returned to America after many years of triumph in Europe and Australia. Merriman was surprised upon hearing the voice of the great actress, and he turned to gaze at the boy beside him, as he said to himself: "Blame my eyes, if that isn't just like the voice of the woman I heard on the ferry-boat that night. Can it be ,that it is my mascot's mother?" Merriman kept asking the question during the whole per formance, and he was asking it still when they went out into the street, while he continued, saying: "If I could only find out where she is stopping, I would call on her this very night." He moved around with the boy to the stage entrance of the theater, when he heard a terrifitld scream, and he then saw a woman near the stage door struggling with a m11.n. Young Massey sprang forward in an impetuous manner on hearing the cry, and he struck the strange man to the ground before his father could prevent him. The woman sprang into the cab waiting for her, and the driver started on the instant, while Merrima n dragged his son into another conveyance as he said to the driver: "Follow the actress, and I will pay you well." The two cabs were soon rolling away up Broadway, and a third followed soon after. ,. The actress was just entering her private boarding-house as she heard hurried footsteps behind her, and then a voi c e fell upon her ear, saying: "M1'1s Parker, may I not speak a few words with you?" Before the actress could reply her old assailant sprang out of the third cab and ran at her like a crazy man, cerying: "I tell you I must have the boy. Give him up to me or it will be worse for you." Merriman recognized _the voice on the instant, although _it was years since he had heard it before. The actress stared down at Merriman and the lad with eager eyes. "Who are you, sir?" "I was once known as Tom Merry, madam." The words were scarcely uttered when the woman gave a cry of astonishment, and she then gazed at the lad, crying: "Is this dear Massey?" "It is, madam." Flinging her arms around the neck of the astonished boy, the woman cried: "My dear, dear son, I am able to protect you now, and to reward the man who saved you that night." The crazy man the woman at the moment, when Merriman caught him and looked at him straight in the eyes as he cried: "Frank Merriman, do you not know me?" "My brother Tobias!" gasped the fellow, who was about two years older than Massey's protector. He then fell down, as if in a fit, and Tobias bent over him, saying: "I thought he was dead long ago." "He ought to be in the madhouse," cried the excited woman, "as he has been the bane of my life." Tobias Merriman had his brother removed to the hospital as soon as possible, and the doctors there declared that he was a raving maniac. The actress then explained that she had married George Merriman in South America about sixteen years before, and that Massey was their son. Tobias Merriman had two brothers who went to South America over twenty years before, and he had never heard of them after. On the death of her-husband Frank Merriman insisted that she would become his wife, but the woman refused. Then commenced a career of persecution which only ended on the death of the crazy man, which took place three nights after the meeting near the theater. Tom Merry's mascot was really his own nephew, after all, and the bright lad was heir to a large estate in South America, which had been held from him by his crazy uncle. About three months after Merriman and his mascot returned to San Francisco, and Massey's mother returned with them. Tobias Merriman prevailed on the actress to become his wife soon after, and the good man had never reason to regret the night when he first discovered his little mascot who had addressed him as papa.

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HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-<'Jontalnlng tsplanations of tlie general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring tdeight-of-hand; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of 191Cially prepared cards. B3 Professor Haffner. Illustrated. N?. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracrng all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with illwitrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO Ii'ORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. deceptive Card 'l'ricks as performed by leading conjurors and mag1c11ms. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The J::reat book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the also most popular magical illusions !\.ii performed by our, magicians; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as it will both amuse and instruct. No: 22. 'rO DO SEOOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sight explamed bJ'. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, 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. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the gran!1est ?f magical illusions ever placed before the public. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. TO DO .CHEMICAL TlUCKS,-Containing over one hundred highly amusmg and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF BAND.-Containing over of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also oontain rng _the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No .. 70. HOW '.1'0 MAGIC TOYS.-Oontaining fuU d1rect1ons .for makmg Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. By A. Ande1-son. Fully illustrated. No. 73 .. HOW. TO J?O TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many curious with figures a.nd the ma(iC of numbers. By A. AnderS<>n. Fully illustrated. .No. 7.5. TO A OONJUROR. Containinr tricks with Domrnos, Dice, Cups and Balls, Hats, etc. lllmbracinr thirty-six illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 78. HOW TO DO THE BLACK ART.-Containing a. com. plete description of the m;v:steries of Magic and Sleight of Hand together with many wonderful 1 experiments. Bl A. Anderson: Illustrated. MECHANICAL. No. 29. HOW TO BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every boy !'now how inventions originated. This book explains them all, examples in electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optiCll, pneumatics, mechanics, etc. The most instructive bookpublished. No. HOW TO BEOOMJD AN ENGINEEJR.-Oontainin(_full mstrucbons how to proceed m order to become a locomotive en gineer; al!IO directions for buillling a model locomotive together with a full description of everything an engineel.' shouldi know. No. 57. HOW TO MAKE MUSll'
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THE STAGE. No. 41. TllE BOYS OF NEW YORK ENl> MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little book. / THE OF NEW YORK STVK1P SPEAKER.Contai?mg a vaned asso,rtn;ient of o.,tump speeches, Negro Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKl!.1 B.nducting cJt. bates, outlines for_ qu.estions for discussion, and tile sources for procurmg mformation on the given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-The arts ana wiles ot flirtation &19 fully explained by thls little book. Besides the various methods el ha_Ldkerchief,_ fan, glove, parasol, window. and hat flirtation, it COD. tams a full list of the language and sentiment of flowers, which i interesting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happJ: without one. No. 4. HOW 'I'O DANCE is the title of a new and handsome little book just issued by l!'rank '.rousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at partie11, how to dress, and full directions for calling off in all popular square dances. No. 5. HOW TO MA.KE LOVE.-A complete guide to love, courtship and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. 11: HOW TO DRESS.-Containing full instruction in the art of rlressing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving the selections of colors, material, and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the brightest and most valuable little books ever gi-ven to the world. Everybody wishes to know how to become beautiful, both male and female. '.rhe secret is simple, and almost costless. Read this book and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. INo. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated and containing full instructiohs for the management and training of the canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parroti.etc. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY PIGEO.NS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illus trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO MAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hint1 on how to catch moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Oopiously illustrated. By J. Harrington Keene. No. 50-. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountinf and preserving birds, animals and insects. No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com as to the m_anner an. d method of raising\ keeping, .breedmg, an,d managmg all kmds of also giving full mstructrons for makmg cages, etc. Fully explamed by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book pf the kind ever published. MISCELLANEOUS. & No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST.-'.!. useful and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in acoustics, me c hanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di ENTERTAINMENT. rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thi No. 9. HOW 'SO BECOl\IE A VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. Kennedy. The secret given away. Every boy reading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of instructions, by a practical professor ldelighting multi mali:ing alf kinds of candx. etc. tudes every night with his wonderfu} imitationa), can mast.er the No. tH. HOW 'l'O BIUCOME A.N AU'l.'.t:1.0R.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and tb.e rreatest book ever published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20 HOW 'fO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable informa.tion as to the neatness, legibility and general com very valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the Nol 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won mo ney than any book published. derfu book, containing useful and practical information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY GAMES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to every book, containing the rules and regulations of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com ba ckgammon, croquet. dominoes, etc. plaint-s. No. 36. HOW 'fO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conunrlrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. illustrated. No. 52. HOW 'I.'0 PLAY OARDS.-A complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By Old King Brady, book, giving the rules and f\;. '\rections for playing Euchre, Crib the world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuable bage., Casi.no, FortyFive, rr, .ce Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and rules for beginners, and. also relates some adventurH Au ctron Pitch. All Fours, and many other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over thre e hun No. 60. HOW TO Bm'COME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contaln dred interes t ing puzzles and conundrums with key to same. A ing useful information regarding the Camera and how to work it; comple te book. Fully illustrated. By A. 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ALREADY PUBLISHED. 155 Among the Tusk Hunters; or, The Boy Who Found a Diamond 156 A Game B o y ; or, From the Slums to Wall Street. 157 A Waif's L egacy; or, How It Made a l'oo r l:loy lU c h. 158 l 'lghtmg the Money Kings; or, 'l'he Little Speculator ot Wall Street. 159 A Boy v7'lth Grit; or, The Young Salesman Whc Made Hls Mark. 160 Ted, the Broker' s Son; or, Stal'tlng Out l 'or Himself (a Wa1t Street Story). 161 Dick Darrell' s Nerve or From Engine-House to Manager' s Oillce. 162 Under a Lucky Star'; or, The Boy Who Made a i\lillion in Wall Street. -163 Jack's l'ortune; or The Strangest Legacy in the World. 164 raking Chances; or, !'laying for Dtg Stakes. 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The Rise of a Y oung Mason. 196 Marty the o r Capturli.g Com in Wall Street. 197 The Stolen Bank Note : 01', The Careel' ot a Boy Merchant. HIS Digging Up Dolinrs; Ol', The :\erve o r n Young "Bull" Operator. 199 A Runaway Floy : or, The Bu11ed 'fl'ensure of the Incas. 200 The Old Broke r s H eir; or, The Boy Who Won in Wall Street. 201 From I 'a1m to I 'ottune; or. The Boy Who Made Money in Land. 202 Ragged Rob of Wail Stl'eet; Ol', $50.000 l <'rom a D ime. 203 The Boy Haliroad Magnate; or, The Contract That Brought 1.. l\llllion. 204 Dandy Dick, The Boss Boy Broker; or., Hustling for Gold In Wall Street. 205 Caught By Cannibals; or. 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