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Going it alone, or, The boy who made his own luck
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FAME AND WEEKLY issued weekly-Subscription price, $3.50 per year; Canada, $4.00; Foreign, $4.50. Harry E. Wolft, Publisher, Inc., 168 West 23d Street, New York, Y. Entered as Second-Class Matter, October 4, 1911, at the Post-Office at New York, N. Y., under the .Act of March 3, 1879. N(). 917 NEW YORK, APRIL 27, 192 3 Price 7 Cents GOING IT ALONE OR, THE BOY WHO MADE HIS OWN LUCK By A SELF-MADE MAN CHAPTER !.-Tom Brown. "So old Ben Baxter is dead at last?" said Lawyer Thornton, looking at a stalwart lad who, at the front door, had just announced that fact. "Yes, sir," replied the boy, whose name was Tom Brown, sad1y. "Come in," said the lawyer; "you look cold. It is a miserable day." The boy made no reply, but he followed the gentleman along the short hall and into his library, where a bright grate fire was burning, diffusing a genial warmth about the room. "Sit down," said the lawyer, pointing to a chair. "When did the old man die?" "About an hour ago. Almost the last words he utte:i;ed were that I must call on you as soon as he was dead and tell you. So I came as soon as I could." "Y<>u did right," nodded the lawyer. He said you would hand me a letter. which I was to open and read, and follow the directions it contained. I would find it greatly to my advantage." "I believe the letter refers to a legacy he m-tended you to have." "I don't see what sort of legacy he c,ould leave me" said Tom, in a puzzled tone._ "If .there is any money in it he should have used it himself, for he needed many things badly that I couldn't provide him with. However, if there is money in the letter I will use it to bury him, otherwise the village will have to do that." "I have my doubts i:lbout there being any money in the letter. I judge that it contains instructions telling you what to do, or where to g<>, to get the legacy in question,'' said the lawyer. There was a short silence, then the lawyer got up and went to his safe. He opened it, pulled out one of the drawers, and took therefrom an ordinary letter, with some writing scrawled upon it. "There is the letter," he said, handing it to the boy. "I trust its contents will interest you. You have been a good f):iend to Ben Baxter since the day you came to the village and took up your home with him. I don't know what he would have done but for you. You saved him from the poorhouse, which he had a horror of. It is right that you should be repaid in s ome shape." "I had better go now. As the president of the village, Mr. Thornton, I suppose you will see that the old man i s decently buried." "I will attend to that. Sit down a minute while I write a note to Mr. Mold, the undertaker. You can delive r it on your way back." The lawyer wrote the note, addressed it to the village undertaker, and handed it to the boy. Tom then took leave in the deepening dusk. No sooner was he clear of the porch than the wind swooped down on him and almost turned him around. With hi s head bent down, and his hands in his pockets, Tom proceeded to the residence of Andrew Mold, whose shop was in the yard at the back of his house. A small sign was attached to one of the piazza posts. This read: "Andrew Mold, Undertaker." The sign was scarred and weather-beaten, like the house itself, and the wo1d "Undertaker" was almost illegible; but this mattered little, for everybody in the village knew that Andrew Mold was the undertaker of the village and the sexton of the Methodist Church. He was an old white headed man of sixty-five years, who had suc ceeded his father in the business. The door of the shop was closed, but Tom saw a light and heard a hammering within, and that told him some one was there at work, probably Andrew Mold's nephew, Dick Mold, with whom Tom was on very friendly terms. The door was shut to keep out the wind. Tom tried the h!'.ndle and found the door secured, so he knocked. The hammering stopped, footsteps sounded on t])e .boards, and the door was opened. Dick Mold'11 cheerful countenance appeared. "Hello, Tom. Glad to see you. Come in You're as welcome as the flowers that will be around in a few weeks." Tom walked in, accompanied by a gust of wind that sent the dust and shavings flying around. Dick quickly shut and bolted the door. "I didn't expect to see you this afternoon," he said. "Is the old man improved?" "He's dead," replied Tom, solemnly. "Dead," c1ied Dick. "You don't say. When did it happen?" "A couple of hours ago." "That's too bad. You have my sympathy, Tom, for I know you thought a whole lot of the old sailor." "Yes. I was the only friend he had, he often told me: That's why I stuck to him, though it was against my interest. He didn't want to go


2 GOING IT ALONE to the poorhouse, and I didn't have the heart to see him go there, so we pottered along somehow, like the pair of orpha!ls. we were, just keeping our heads above water and no more. Now that h,e is gone, it is a satisfaction to me to know that I did the best by him I could. I have lost a year and a half, I might say, rut what's the difference? I'm young, and I guess I won't miss the time. What are you doing"? Building a cheap coffin?" "Yes. It's for old Dan Reilly, the pauper, who died la,;t night. We are going to bury him 1n the morning in the poorhouse corner." "I suppose old Ben will have to go there, too, for the village will have to bury him; but as soon as I earn money enough to provide with a regular grave, I shall send it to Lawyer Thornton, with directions to have the transfer made." "You're a good fellow, Tom, and you ought to have luck," said Dick. "I'll get up the best coffin my uncle will allow me to make for Baxter, and if I have to lay out a dollar or two I'll see that it has a soft lining. "I'll do that for your sake, Tom, for we're friends, and I gues s you'll appreciate it." "Thank you, Dick. That's kind of you. Here is the order from Lawyer Thornton authorizing your uncle to bury the old man." Dick took the envelope and laid it on the bench. Then he resumed work on the cheap cof fin he was making. Tom stayed till Dick had practically completed the pauper's coffin, by which time it was half-past six, and then he started for the small cheap cottage where he had put in the last eighteen months as companion, as well as p1ovided for, to the dead Benjamin Baxter. CHAPTER IL-The One-eyed Sailor. The cottage was on the outskirts of the village of Littleton, facing upon the country road, and fifty feet or so away from it. The nearest neighbor lived an eighth of a mile away. The wind was on Tom's back most of the way during his return trip, and it sort of assisted him along, once or twice almost lifting him off his feet. In due time he reached the old rickety gate which admitted him into the front yard, and taking his way around the dark dwelling, within which lay the c.orpse of Ben Baxter, stretched out in solemn stiffness upon his own bed, he let himself in by the kitchen door. Lighting the lamp he took from a shelf, Tom walked into the mom where the dead man was and looked at him. After satisfying himself that nothing had happened to the corpse while he was away, Tom shut the door and returned to the kitchen. He cleaned the ashes out of the small stove and started a fresh fire. Then he busied himself getting his meager supper, which was soon cooked, eaten, and the dishes washed and put away. Trimming the lamp wick, he took the letter out of his pocket and looked at the writingon the outside. He recognized the dead sailor's pothooks. It was addressed simply "To Tom Brown." Tom pulled out his knife, and was about to slit it open when the1e came a !mock at the door. He unbolted the door and opened it. It was dark as pitch outside, but the light of the lamp on the table played on the door and revealed a sh-anger. He had a black patch over one eye and his countenance resembled a seamed of mahogany. On his head was a flat sailor's hat, from which the water was running like a miniature Niagara Falls. "Beg pardon, sonny," he said, in a fog-horn voice, "but I believe this here is where my old shipmate, Ben Baxter, lives." "You are anxious to see Ben Baxter?" Tom said. "Anxious, chuckled the sailor. "Say, sonny, anxious ain't no name for it. I'm that eager to see him that--" "Follow me, and I will lead you to him," interrupted Tom, picking up the lamp. The sailor, little suspecting what was in store for him, followed close behind the boy. They passed into the passage that led from the living-room to the little parlor which Ben and his young companion had never u ed. Midway Tom threw open a door and entered the death cham ber-a small, poorly furnished room. Holding the l.amp above his head, so the light fell full on the corpse, he said: "There's Ben Baxter. Look at him." Bill Bunker, such was the man's name, took a step forward and then stopped stock still "What's this?" he cried. "This here ain't Baxter. It's a corpse." "It's all that's left of Ben Baxter now," said Tom. "Dead! I've discovered his hidin'-place too late. Blame the luck!" The visitor swore like a trooper. "Hold on," cried Tom, indignantly. "That's no sort of talk to indulge in in the presence of death. We'd better return to the kitchen." Old Ben Baxter had often told Tom that he expected to be visited some time by an old ship mate of his, and seemed to dread the visitation. Tom now suspected that this was the man. Tom replied the towel and turned toward the door. The visitor's eyes roamed all over the room, and finally rested on an old sea chest which had been the property of the deceased. "Sonny, if you don't mind, I'd like to take a squint into that there chest," he said. "Ben had one or two things belongin' to me, an' now he's dead I'd like to get 'em back." "You can't look into that chest or anything else belonging to Baxter," said Tom. "You may be an old frinecl of his, but I've only your word for the fact.. We will go back to the kitchen." Tom held the light for the visitor to walk out, and somewhat against his will Bill Bunker made his exit from the room. In another minute they were back in the kitchen. "Sonny," he said, "have you got sich a thing as a drink of rum about the house? I feel kind of gone-like after seein' my old shipmate stretch ed out stiff as a marline-spike. If you've got anythin' in the drinkin' line I'd be obleeged to you if you'd pass it out." "There is part of a flask of whisky in the closet. If that will do--" "Produce it," said the sailor. Tom set the flask with a tumbler on the table.


GOING IT ALONE 3 The visitor tossed off a liberal potion, smac ked his lips, and then looked at Tom. "Sonny, what might your name be?" he asked. "My name is Tom Brown." "Who does this here house belong to?" "A man in the village." "Did Baxter, afore he died, l eave you all he owned?" "He didn't own anything to leave." "He owned that sea chest in his room He had that aboard the hooker we both saile d in. I know it well, and could recognize it anywhere even if his initials weren't burned into it in front." "There is nothing of any great value in thal chest. Only s ome clothes." "Well, sonny, if you don't want that there chest and the clothe s what's in it, I'm willin' to pay you a reas onable figger for 'em," said the sailor, eagerly. "I won't disturb anything until after the old man has been buried," replied Tom, anxious to get rid of the visitor. "When will he be planted?" "Maybe late to -morrow afternoon, and maybe not till the next morning." "I s'pose there won't be no objection to me 'tendin' the funeral of my old shipmate, eh'!" said the sailor, his eyes wandering over the liv ing-room. "Any one can attend the funeral who wisheo; to," said the boy. The sailor walked to the window and made a pretence of looking out. It was still blowing great guns and raining hard. "You don't object to me stayin' a while till the weather clears up, sonny?" said the visitor. Tom did object to his pres ence, but could hardly ask him to get out into the storm, so he he might remain till the rain let up. "Thank ye, sonny. I'd do as much for you if I had the chance," said the sailor with a shifty glint in his one eye, as he pulled up a chair to the table, pulled out a black pipe, filled and lighted it from the flame of the lamp. "How long did you say you'v e known Ben Baxter?" "Eighteen month s ," answered Tom. "How came ye to make his acquaintance?" "I had come this way looking for work and stopped at this cottage to ask for a drink of water. Old Ben came to the door and asked me in. He got me the water 'and told me to rest myself for a while. Then he asked me who I was, where I came from, and why I was on the tramp. I told him. He said he guessed I might get something to do in the village. Then he told me he was living alone in the cottage, and invited me to stay all night. As I had no place to go, and little money, I accepted his offer. We had supper, and then he suggested that I stay with him for a few days, as he felt kind of lonesome and liked young company. I agreed, as it would give me a roof while I was looking around for work. I got a job at one of the stores for a while, and as I rather liked the old man I stayed <>n with him, as he had taken a fancy to me. So I've remained here since." "Jest so," nodded the sailof. "I s'pose he told you he'd made it all right with you when he turn ed up his toes." "In what way?" said T om, looking at the visi tor. "Why, leave you a legacy." "He had nothing to leave ." The sailor looked hard at the boy. "That's funny,'' he s aid. "Didn't he tell you about a pot of money he had a clew to which is hidden some place in an ol d ruined tower some distance from here?" No. He never ... mentioned such a thing to me.11 "Sure of that, are ye? He never showed ye a s'iled piece of paper with writin' on it which p'inted out the place where the money was hid den?" "Never," said Tom, in a frank t one carried conviction. "Seems to me he'd done it if he had confidence in you." "I had no reason to doubt his confidence in me. Why do you think he knew where there was a pot of money hidden?" "I have my re::>.sons, sonny." "I think you're mistaken. If he knew where there was s uch a thing I am sure he would have managed some way to get it, for there were times when we needed money badly. If I hadn't stayed with him he'd have had to go to the poorhouse, and that would have broken his heart." ""'-"! reckon he was afraid to go after it," said the sailor, blowiI1g a cloud of smoke, and wink ing at Tom with his one good eye "Why s hould he be afraid?" "That's my idea, sonny. Ben was a cautious old shellback. Then again, he might have bee n afeard of meetin' the ghost of the man that lost the money. Ben was superstitious, like most sailors." "Are you?" asked Tom. "Me superstitious? Not that ye could notice it, sonny," leered the visitor. "It has stopped raining, and I think the wind has let up a bit,'' said Tom, hoping the man would take the hint. "I catch your drift, sonny, and I'll allow it's time I was gettin' on," said the sailox, knocking the ashes out of his pipe and putting it in his pocket. With his elbow he awkwardly jo stled hi s cap off the table. He got up and pulled his water proof about his shoulders. "Where did I put my cap?" he said, looking around. "Yo u knocked it on the floor just now." "Would ye mind pickin' it up, sonny?" he said, shoving his hand into one of his pockets Tom bent down and reached for it. Quick as a wink the sailor drew a slung-shot from his pocket and struck the boy a stunning blow on the head. Tom pitched uncon scious to the floor and lay quite still. -CHAPTER III.-Dick Comes on the Scene. The sailor bent over him with a chuckle. "He fell into the trap as easy as winkin'," he said. "He's safe for a while. I'll have time enough to go through Baxter's chest, and if the paper ain't hidden there I'll rip his clothes apart till I find it. He's got it hidden somewhere and I'm goin' to get it. If he hadn't died I'd have J,,...Q, .bi I "lfJj, 'I


4 GOING I T A L ONE made him give it :UP himself, for he was deathly afeard of me. Let me see if the bolt is secure." He glided to the door, tried it, and finding it fast, he returned to the table, took up the lamp and entered the passage. Bill Bunker walked into the room where the corpse lay, the presence of which didn't seem to bother him in the least, put the lamp down close to the sea chest, and toak a sharp squint at the lock. Then he got up, took a lamp and looked around 011 the wall where the clothes of the deceased were hanging. He went through the pocket s of the trousers and found a small bunch of keys. "I reckon I kin whistle open that there lock with one of these," he said, in a tone of satisfaction. The second key fitted, and in a moment he had the cover up. The contents of the chest con sisted mostly of clothes. The sailor pulled each garment out separately and examined It carefully. If it was a vest, coat or trousers, he sea:rched the pockets and then felt of the lining to see if a paper was sewed up in it. Nothing of the sort rewarded his search. Finally he came upon an. o)Jlong box, perhaps two feet long by eight inches wide and six deep. It was made of mahogany and had a brass lock. The sailor weighted it and found it wasn't heavy. "I believe this here is Ben's strong-bo x and that the paper is in it. I'll take it away with me when I'm ready to go,'' he said He laid the box down and looked over the balance of the contents of the chest. It held many small relics of Ben's trips to foreign ports. They did net interest Bill Bunker. He tossed all of Ben's mementoes back into the chest, and fol lowed them with the clothes. Returning to the kitchen, he laid the mahogany box on a chair and took a look at the se nseless Tom. "Maybe he gave the paper to the boy afore he died,'' he said. "There won't be no harm going through his clothes to make certain he ain't got it. N othin' lik;e doin' things up to the handle while ye are about it." As he knelt beside the boy there came a loud rap on the door. Bill was taken by surprise and a bit startled. He crept around the table to the side furthest from the window, and waited. The knocking on the door was repeated. Then a face appeared at the window-the face of Dick Mold. He had delayed coming over until the rain ceased. He was surprised that Tom did not answer his knock. He thought his friends must have fallen asleep, for doubtless he had been up most of the night before attending to the dying man. Yet he thought he had pounded hard enough to awaken a sleeper in the kitchen. His eyes roamed about the room, and '".m suddenly rested on the motionless form of '.:::.;:n stretched out on the floor. He uttered an eJ 'cnlation of surprise and alarm. What has happened to him?" he said. H& tried the lower sash. It was not fast and easily went up. As he started to scramble into the rom, Bill Bunke1 thought it was time to make J. s escape. Forgetting the box in his hurry; he crawled over to the door of the passage, whic.h stood ajar, a21d sneaked through it. Then he tl\ought of the box and stopped. He wasn't going to leave the house without that. He had spent many months trying to get on the track of the importan t paper which he really be l ieved was in the box, and he wasn't going to let it slip away from him now that it appeared to be almost within his grasp. Dick alighted in the room and went over t o Tom. "Wake up, old man; what's the matter with you?" he said. Tom showed no signs of animation. Just then his shal'p earn heard a crea'king. Looking toward the door Dick it slowly opening Most any other boys, knowing there was a corpse in the. house, would have felt his hair rise; but Dick was accustomed to dead peo;ile, and had no fear of them. Furthermore, he did not believe in ghosts. The door continued to open, ther.. the face of Bill Bunker, with his sailor cap and shaded eye appeared, looking stealthily into the room. The intruder was a stranger to Dick and he believed he had no business in the cottage. Dick sprang up. "Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?" he said, aggressively. Seeing he was detected, the sailor, after drawing back, came into the room, prepared to brazen the matter out. "I'm an old shipmate of poor Ben Baxter,'' he said, with a leer, which was sec ond nature with Jiim. "I've been a-lookin' for him this two years, and now when I discovered where he lived I find he's just gone off his hooks." "Is that so?" said Dick; taking no stock in his statement. so, sonny. Ben had a box belongin' to me which I made free to take possession of. There it is on that chair. You kin see my initi.al s on it-B. B.-Bill Bunker. That proves it's mine." "No, it doesn't. Ben Baxter's initials are B. B. I guess you won't take that box out of here till you prove property. It's ;my opinion you're a thief, and that your purpose was to steal that box." Bill saw that Dick meant business. It be hoo ved him to put up a fight to save himself. "Keep your dista11ce," cried Dick, seeing the sailor creeping upon him. Bunker made a sudden dash upon him, swinging the slungshot. Dick caught a glancing blow and staggered against the wall. The sailor took advantage of his chance to grab the box, rush to the door and op en it. But Dick was after him like a shot. He struck the sailor a heavy blow on the head with hi s fist. Bunker dropped the box to defend himself. Dick landed another whack on his chin, which sent him reeling bac.k. Then came footsteps around the side of the house. Bunker heard them, and with an im precation he unbolted the door, dashed out, took to his heels and disappeared in t'he darkness. 4 CHAPTER IV.-The Disappea1ance of Old Ben'& Letter. Two men came around the corner of the house. They had been sent by Lawyer Thornton to stay with Tom that night, and give him a chance tG rest. Dick knew both of them, as he did most every other resident of the village. "You.came a minute too late," he said, picking up the mahogany box


GOING IT ALONE 5 "How so?" said one, whose name was Spriggins. "I caught a sailor rascal in the house trying to steal this box. He must have taken Tom Brown by surprise, for I founa him senseless on the floor of the kitchen." "That so?" said Spriggins. "Where did the scoundrel go?" "Off that way in the darkness. He heard you chaps coming and got a quick move on. Too bad you didn't get here two minutes sooner, and we could have captured him.'' They entered the kitchen and found Tom seated in a chair looking kind of dazed. On being questioned he explained about the visit of the one-eyed sailor, how the fellow, apparently on the point of taking his departure, had asked him to pick up his cap, after pushing it off the table, seemingly by accident, and when he started to oblige him he had received a blow on the head, and remembered nothing more till he came to and saw Dick rush at the_ open door. Dick then told his brief story, and while the others were sure that the sailor was an ol'dinary thief, Tom had his own opinion on the subject. The boy was surprised to see the mahogany box because he knew that Ben kept it locked up in his sea chest. The inference was that the sailor, after knocking him out, had smashed the lock of the chest and got hold of the box. When Tom went to see if this was true, he found the sea chest in perfect condition and locked. He was puzzled how the mahogany box had got out of it until-he saw the keys on the :floor, and then he understood. The sailor had got the keys out of the de r.eased's clothes. Tom put the keys in his pocket after returning the mahogany box to the chest. The coming of the two men relieved Dick of the necessity of sitting up with his friend, who was hardly in a con dition to remain up anywa,y. Spriggins told him to go to bed, as they had been sent there to )reep watch. So Dick said good-night and went away, and Tom turned into his own bed and was soon sound asleep. Spriggins aroused Tom about seven, and then he and his companion .took their leave. Tom cooked his breakfast and ate it, keeping a club handy in case the sailor ventured to try and take him unawares. Spriggins notified the head constable about the rascally sailor, and a couple of under constables wel'e sent .out to scom the neighborhood for him. They stopped at the cottage to get a full descTiption of the one-eyed mariner from' Tom, and he gave it to them. They leamed that Bill Bunker had stopped at a farm-house and begged a meal the night before, representing himself as an ex-boatswain of the navy. They later traced him on the road, to Dalmatia-a town a few miles from Littletonbut failed to overtake him. They continued on to the town and notified the police to be on the lookout for the rascal. After the constables had departed, Tom locked the back door and put his hand in his pocket for the letter, intending to read it. It wasn't in his pockets, though he was certain he had put it in the inside one, but there was no sign of it. "My gracious!" he ejaculated, in some con sternation, "I'm afraid that sailor searched me and got it while I was unconscious." The thought gave him a shock. "I'll bet it was the paper enclosed in the en velope that the sailor was after, and after searching the sea chest, and taking out the ma hogany box, which he thought held it, he went through me on general principles and found it. Probably he thought there was something of value in the box, and he would have taken that, too, but for Dick. Gee, that's tough luck. From what the one-eyed rascal said, old Ben was supposed to have a clue to a hidden pot of money concealed in an old tower somewhere ." Tom felt pretty bad over the matter; but after all he was worrying to no purpose. The one eyed sailor had not secured the letter. The lining of Tom's inside pocket was torn, and when the knock of the sailor came on the door the evening before he had hastiiy shoved the stiff en_velope into the unsuspected hole, tearing it still mere so that the envelope had dropped inside the lining and slipped toward the back of his jacket. There it was now, right on his person, and he did not know it. Early in the. afternoon Undertaker Mol_d with his nephew drove up in his ligl-.t wagon with the coffin which Dick had made for old Ben. It was a very superior coffin for a corpse that had to be buried at the expense of the village, but the fact was Lawyer Thornton had contributed $10 extra to the coffin price, and Dick had added $2 for lining. A cheap metal plate had been engraved by Andrew Mold and attached to the lid, and the wood had received two coats of rosewood stain, s o that the coffin looked very respectable indeed. After the body was placed in it, Tom took his last view of his old companion and friend, the lid was screwed down, and the three carried it out and placed it into the wagon, for the interment was to take place at once. Tom locked up the cottage and off they went to the village graveyard. As the minister lived near the church he came to the grave and read a short service over old Ben, then the earth was thrown in by Andrew Mold and Dick, and in a few minutes all was over. Dick went back with Tom and together they carried the sea chest to Tom's room, after which Dick took his departure. Tom returned to his room and went over the contents of the chest, taking out all the dead sailor's clothes and making a bundle of them. He took them to a second-hand store and sold them. Near the store was a locksmith's shop He went in and told the man he had an old-fashioned ma box he wanted a key made for, as the ongmal had been lost. He was told to bring the box around and a key would be made to fit it. "I'll fetch it right away," said the boy. Tom returned to his lodgings, got the box out of the chest, walked downstafrs, and opened the front door. When Tom stepped outside, there stood the one-eyed sailor, waiting for him at the foot of the steps. This time he had two companions with him. "Hand over that box," said the sailor, holding out his arms for it. Tom was taken by surprise, but he was ready to defend his property just the same. "Get out!" he said. "You've got a nerve to ask for this box. It doesn't belong to you." "It belong s to me," insisted the one-eyed sail or. "Them's my initi:ils on it-B. B."


f 6 GOING IT ALONE "Not at all. Those are Ben Baxter's initials. This was his property, but it b e l ongs to me now that he's dead," replied Tom. Y ou have great assurance showing yours el f a fter the way you served me at the cottage night before last. If you don't make yourself scar ce I'll have you ar rested. "Follow me, my bullies, we must have that box," cried Bill Bunker. The one-eyed sailor ran up the steps, followed by his two pals The door behind Tom was shut so he could noJ; retreat. Dropping the box behind him, he lunged at the sailor, caught him a blow under the chin, and sent him b a ck agains t his companion s The rascal's slung-shot fell on the top s tep. Tom picked it up and wen t for the bunch in hot style. The weapon landed on the one-eyed mariner's shoulder, and he uttered a howl. A s Tom swung at the next sailor be dodged and tock to his he e l s The third sailor him. They left the one-eyed chap without support As Tom looked too aggress ive to suit him, he starte i on the run after his friends, the three dis appearin g around the corner. Then Tom picked up the box and went on his way to the locksm ith's CHAPTER V.-A Tragic My stery. The locksmith easily opened the mahogany box, and Tom saw that it contained nothing of apparent value. There was an old newspaper, yellow with age, lying on top. While the locksmith was fitting a key to the lock, Tom amus ed }1i m self looking it over. It was printed in a Massachusetts seaport town, and bore a date of s ome fifty years since. Among other news on the fir s t page was the story of the-ro s s of the British bark Sunderland along the coa s t during a fierce gale. The story stated that one boat containing four men reached the shore in safety. They were seen to land and haul the boat out of the surf. Two of the men lifted something out of the boat, and then the four started off through the bus hes, presumably to find their way to the nearest village or town. The boat, which bore the name "Sutherland" on its stern, was later taken po s se s sion of by the eyewitness of the l anding party as a legitimate piece of flotsam. Some hours afterward a party of men, on their way to the shore to see what they could pick up along the beach, s tumbled over a dead man in the bushes. An examination of his clothes revealed papers proving him to have been the captain of the bark Sunderland. When the story of the eyewitness of the landing of the party of four from the boat circulated around, it seemed certain that the corpse had been one of the party. A hunt was made for the other three men, but without success, though they were tracked to the edge of a swampy lake, and thence along the line of reeds to a ruinous old watch-tower, a relic of Revolutionary times. There was evi dence that the men had taken refuge in the tower for a spell, but when the constables went through the ruin they were not there. The police of the next town were notified, and a detective learned that three half-clad sailors had b e en alon g the w a t e r front and had put up at a sailors' boarding-house. The proprietor of the house admitted that the three sailor men in question had stopped at his place the afternoon before. After taking several drinks and inquiring the way to a dealer in "slop," or second-hand clothes, they went away, saying they would be back to supper, and that they intended to remain there that night. They did not return. It struck Tom that there was some connection between Bill Bunker's statements and the old Revolutionary watch-tower re ferred to in the ancient newspaper. Instead of locking up the box in the sea che s t and starting out to look the business part of the town over with the view of getting some work to do, as he had mtended, Tom sat down, opened the box, took out the old newspaper and reread the story of the wreck and the movements of the supposed murderers of the captain of the ill-fated bark. Tom was decidedly interested in the matter, and as there was another copy of the same paper bearing a date one month later, he looked it over carefully to s ee if there was anything in it bearing upon the same subject. He found a marked pal'agraph, and proceeded to Tead it. In substance it stated that three boy s of the adja cen t village while playing in the old watc h-tower come upon the coTps e of a seafaring man in a dark corner of the ruins. His head was s to ve in in a similar way to that of the captai n of the bark Sunderland, and a s the body w a s in goo d condition, it was clear that this murde r h a d o nly recently happened. The victim's p ocket s were turned inside out, and this indicated that iob bery was the object of the c r ime. One of t h e boys picked up an Englis h s overe ig n a few feet from the body. The lads hurried back to the village and re ported theil' gruesome discovery. Two constablea went to the watch-tower, found the dead man i n the place described by the boys, and brought him to the village. Having a sus picion that he w a s one of the sailors who had killed the captain, the head constable notified the town authorities The detective who had been on the other ca s e came to the village with the proprietor of the shop where the three sailors bought their out fit, and they viewed the corp se. The shopkeeper identified the deceased as one of the three men who vi sited his place. The que s tion that interested the detective was what had brought the dead man to the deserted old watch-tower? Was he accompanied or followed by his companions? If so, did they murder him, and for what reason? Appa1 ently another mystery was added to that of the murder of the captain of the Sunderland. A third copy of the same paper with a marked paragraph was in the box. It was dated six weeks later. The article stated, that a farmer passing along the road that wound around the swamp near the o l d watch-tower late a night or two since saw a fla s h of light through one of the ivy-covered window s of the ruin, which was followed by the repo1't of a pi s tol and a cry of despair. Anothe r murder had seemingly been committed at trie olc! tow er. He whipped up his horse and drove to the village as fas t as he could. Stopping at the con stable's hou s e, he reported the matter. The officer and two assistants, well armed, drove as close to the watchtower as they could go, and, provided with Ian-


GOING IT ALONE 7 terns, entered the ruins A careful search re vealed nobody in the place, but a s mall pool of blood was found in the second story of the tower, and there were plain signs that a body had been dragged clown the mo ss-grown s tone stairs across the lower floor and dow n to the edge of the swamp, indicating that it had been thrown into the mud and \vaier at that point. An effort was made to find the body, but withot succe s s, as the night was ve 'ry dark, and the constables were not provided with means suitable to poke for it. They returned next morning, however, and made a systematic search. A corpse, weighted with stones was finally brought to the surface of the swamp and landed. The man had been shot almost through the heart. He bore a general resemblance to the corpse found by the boys six weeks before, in so far that the deceased appeared to be a s ailor, like the other. The body was taken to the village and photographed. The picture was sent to the town authorities and identified a s another of the trio connected with the murder of the captain. It was quite clear now that the old watch-tower was playing a very prominent part in the whole mystery. Two detectives came from town and made an exhaustive search of the owner for a clew to this gruesome busines s. Some reas on exi sted for the s uccessive appearances of the sailor men at the tower, and that reason bore upon the caus e of the violent death of two of them. TJ1e paragraph ended with the statement that in the belief that the survivor would come back to the tower later, a nigbtly watch had been es tabli s hed with the view of catching him. A piece of paper w a s p inned upon the printed matter with the follo w in g words written on it in old Ben Baxter's h andwriting: "The man never came back. He shippe d from Boston in the clip p e r Golden Hop e for Calcutta, India, where he died from a fever. H e left a confession which has just come into my hands and I alone posse s s the key to the death of the captain of the Sunderland and the my stery of the old watchtower. A s soon a s I get back to the States I intend to turn it to my own advantage. Then I'll settle down and go to sea no more." That was all the box contained bearing on the se quel to the loss of the British bark, and Tom did not doubt that the pot of gold referred to by the one-eyed sailor was at the bottom of the whole thing. CHAPTER Vl.-Tom Goes to Work. Tom replaced everything in the box, locked it up in the sea chest, and then left the house to take a stroll and eat his supper. Dalmatia was a manufacturing center and a busy place. Tom found plenty evidence of the latter fact. He had heard a great deal about the trade in Littleton v ill a ge and yearned for the chance to come there, f e elin g sure he would get on. Now his wish was gratified. Dalmatia was a seaport town, too, and carried on a considerable coa sting trade with Bo ston and other places. He wandered down to the wh arves and found plenty going on there. Fore and afters, such as sloops and schooners, were plentiful, and there were several square riggers too. A s ailor-looking chap followed the boy wherever he went. He was one of the pair w ho had accompanied the one-eyed s ailor to Tom's lodgings that day. He was shadowing the lad under orders from Bill Bunker. Bill was satisfied that by this time Tom had -a line on old Ben Baxter's secret, and he expected the boy would start to inv.e stigate the matter. Since he saw little hope now in securing the document he wa s after, he determined to keep a constant eye on Tom, hoping the lad would lead him to the goal cf hi s hopes, which the :reader will guess was the old watch-tower on the edge of the swamp. He knew where the tower was, had been there, and seaTched it pretty thoroughly, but without finding even a clew to what he was after. He believed a pot full of English sovereigns was hidden somewhere about the place, and his mouth watered to get hold of the money. It would put him on Easy .street for the rest of his Ifie. As a chum of Ben Baxter on the last voyage the old man had sailed from Calcutta to New York, via the Cape of Good Hope, and learned something of the mystery of the old watch-tower, but not enough to be of any use to him. Had he not been a ras cal at heart it is probable that he would have shared in what Ben called his luck. But his greed incited him to try and secure the whole of the hidden money, and Ben's discovery of his true sentiments, on their arrival in New York, led to a severance of their friendly relatious Knowing that Ben was somewhat deficient in pluck, Bill proceeded to te1 rorize the old man in an effort to bunco him out of the important paper which told where the money was hidden. Ben took refuge in several places in his endeavor to throw the ras cal off his track, but Bill always no s ed him-{)ut. The old man, however, way spry enough to evade a pers onal intervie w with him, and finally reached Littleton. There Baxter was taken down with rheumatism s o badly that he could hardly get around. He lived in con stant dread of Bunker discovering his las t re treat, for he knew he was helpless against the rascal. Fortunately, for eighteen months the one-eyed sailor failed to recover the scent, but this was plainly because he hung around the neighborhood of the old watch-tower, looking for Ben to come there. When he did not come he grew impatient and started out again to look the old man up. He enlisted the other two sailors in the search, sending them in other direc tions, but always keeping in touch with them. Finally he struck Littleton, with the result the reader knows. After inspecting the water front Tom returned to his lodgings after getting his supper at a restaurant, and the sailor went to make his report to Bunker. Had Tom not lost track of Baxter's letter, and had read it, he would have lost. little time in starting for the locality where the old watch-tower was situated, for who could resist the temptation of trying to secure eas y money? Believing that the one-eyed sailor had stolen the letter from him, he had given up hope of benefiting by the old man's pres umed lagacy, and was prepared to make his fortune, if he could, by hi s own energy and perserverance. Like all boys without friends or backing, he


8 GOING IT ALONE had to go it alone. He had not expected to meet the one-eyed sailor again, and was taken by surprise when the scoundrel bobbed up with his two companions and demanded the mahogany box. After that encounter Bill Bunker realized that the boy was of different caliber from Ben Baxter, and would give him a good fight. Tom couldn't see what the fellow wanted with the box if he had the letter. He could only surmise that Bunker supposed the box held something of Yalue that would be of use to him. Having routed the rascals, he wondered if they would bother him again. If they did he believed he could make things lively for them. Tom's total resources amounted to $16, ten of which he Lawyer Thornton, and it behooved him to get busy without loss of time. He was up early next morning and out of the house. He scanned the moorning paper for a prospective job while eating a frugal breakfast of coffee and rolls. The nearest approach to a trade the boy had was an insight into the printing business he had picked up in a country newspaper and job office, where he learned to set type on the paper, get up easy job s and kick a job press. Half the de sultory work he did in Littleton was to help out in the newspaper office, and there he learned to feed the one-ho1 s e cylinder and run the steam engine that supplied the power. He was a sort of jack-of-all-trades in the printing industry and master of none, but he was clever and likely to make good under certain c onditions. Among the advertisements in the "Help Wanted Column" was one calling for a young ,man who was a practical printer to make himself generally useful in a shop down near tqe water front. One who could make ready on a job press and feed was preferred. Tom thought the position would suit him, and he inquired his way to the locality, and found that the office was in an alley, off a short street, and that he had to ascend two flights of narrow, dark stairs to reach the office. When he got to the landing he found several applicants ahead of him, standing about a closed door. In the course of fifteen minutes the prnprietor, a little bald-headed man of sixty odd yettrs, appeared unlocked the door and invited everybody to walk in. The office was rather a gloomy one, as the windows o pened on the narrow alley and the surrounding buildings prevented the sun from getting into the a lley except at midday for a short time, when it was directly overhead. The gloom was intensified by dark woodwork and dirty walls. The floor, particulaTly near the V(all windows where the mahogany-hued frames and cases sto od, was black and uneven with numerous hillocks formed of dried tobacco juice, which the boss and his workman, for he never employed but one, contributed to. In a dark corner under a gas-pipe stood a looking "Liberty" quarto medium pres5. This machine worked on a principle different from any other. Standing open, as it always did when not in action, the bed, which held the chase of type and the plate, whereon was taken the impression, were as wide apart as half the circumference of a circle. The chief merits of this was that a form of type could be locke<} up on the bed, if for any reason stone room was at a premium, or the form, after being secured to the bed, could be unlocked and corrections made without the necessity of removing it to a stone. The platform, when at rest, being quite fiat, it was easy to make a job ready on it. The chief drawback to the press was that when you started to take an impression, the type and the platen came together like the snapping of the jaws of a great alligator, and the impact made noise enough to shake the room. Not far from the Libe1ty stood an old-time Ruggles card press. This was worked by hand by turning the handle of a heavy flywheel, while you dropped the card down a double-grooved feeding device. As soon as printed the card automatically dropped into a box below. It was capable of printing 3,000 cards an hour. There was a paper cutter in another corner, together with all the various adjuncts to a one-horse job printing establishment. There were four chaps besides Tom after the job, and they filed in on the heels of the boss. Every one of them looked around the place to see what the shop looked like. When -the absence of steam power was noted, and the old-fashioned character of the presses taken in the four eager ones ahead of Tom suddenly lost interest in the job and made tracks back for the door, leaving our hero alone to face the owner. The old man, who wore horn spectacles, looked afte1 the retreating bunch. I gues s there must be a fire in the neighbor hood," he said, dryly. "Is that so?" said Tom, innocently. "Are you a practical printer?" said the bos s, seizing the boy up. "Yes, sir. .I can set type, make ready on a Jobber, feed 1t, feed a cylinder, set advertisements, make up, lock up forms, cut paper sweep the--" "You appear to have all the qualifications necessary for this office," said the proprietor. "Have you any objection to run errands, too?" "No, sir." "How much wages do you want?" Tom had no idea of what wages were paid m a town. He hadn't received a whole lot in the country, even after he had become a useful link in .the office, but his expense s were light in proportion. "I shall want to get enough to live on and a little over," he said. "Do you live with your parents?" "No; I'm going it alone." "Hum I I'll give you $6, and if you suit I'll you afte1 a while." Tom said he'd see if he could get along on that, and was forth,vith engaged. CHAPTER VIL-Tom Gets Out An Advertising Scheme. "You can hang your hat and jacket on that nail yonder," said the bo ss, stuffing a chunck of navy tobacco in his mouth, which his jaws got busy on. Tom did so, and rolled up his sleeves. "Have you had any experience with a Liberty press?" said the proprietor, whose name, by the way, was Higgins. "Yes, I worked on one in the country," replied Tom.


GOING IT ALONE 9 "They are rather out of date. This is the only one in Dalmatia, but it is capable of turning out good work. I bought it thirty years ago when I started in business here. That Ruggles press is also the only one of its kind in the town. Some persons have told me there isn't another in the State. It is a first rate card press, and I do a lot of that kind of work. You can start in setting up this card. Tho s e two cabinets contain most of the job type. The lead rack is yonder. You will find a stick in that drawer." The boss squirted a stream of tobacco juice under one of the stands, and went to a small stone to lock up a card job for the Ruggles machine. Tom started to set the card from reprint copy, and in thirty minutes he was taking a proof of it. Higgins had, in the meanwhile, made a card job ready on the Ruggles press, and he put Tom at working them off showing him how to drop the cards so they wouldn't catch at the entrance to the slot feeder. There was a 5,000 run, and Tom had to turn the wheel with his left arm and feed the cards in with his right hand. He completed the work inside of two hours and a half, which was good time for a first attempt. The old man then put him at the Liberty press, which he had to operate by the treadle. It took three revolutions of the fly wheel to produce one impression, and so Tom's leg went up and down 3,000 times in working off 1,0 00 circulars. By the time this job was fin ished the noon whistles were blowing. The boss told him he could go to dinner, but he must be back at half-past twelve. The working time in that shop was ten hours, from half-past seven till six. Tom was hungry, so he put on his jacket and hurried to a small, cheap restaurant in the lacality and got a beef stew and a slice of pie, which cost him fifteen cents. A couple of blocks away the one-eyed sailor and his two pals we1e seated on the stringer o.f one of the docks. One of Bunker's companion was on guard opposite Tom's lodgings when the boy left the house that morning. The chap followed him to the alley off which the printing office was situated, and after waiting--in vain for him to come out of the building, he went upstairs looking for him. He failed to find any trace of him. As the boy couldn't leave the building except by the way he ente1ed it, the sailor waited in the alley another spell, then he got tired of the job and went off to find the one-eyed rascal and report. Bunker lost track of Tom that day, but next morning one of them was on watch outside the boy's lodgings, and following him to the alley, discovered that Tom had gone to work in the small printing office. When this was reported to the one-eyed sailor he was surprised, because he was looking for the boy to leave the town soon en route for the old watch-tower. It was finally figured out by the three that Tom was short of funds, Ben's ready cash having been used up to pay his funeral expenses, and that he had gone to work to earn enough to carry him to the village near which the tower stood. Bill Bunker did not believe that the boy would work any longer than it was necessary for him to accumulate the necessary cash, probably not over a couple of weeks, so to keep a line on him one. of the other of the sai lor s s hadowed him regularly each morning to the alley. Tom, unaware of this watch on his actions, filled out the four days of that week at the printing office, and on Saturday afternon at five o'clock received four dollars for his services, which had been quite satisfactory to the old man. As his room and food cost him 75 cents a day, he found himself one dollar better off on Saturday night, but hi s Sunday expenses ate that up. On Sunday evening he figured out that $6 a week wasn't enough to more than exist upon. It wouldn't pay for clothes and other things he needed. However, he worked steadily through the next week, and felt that a truck horse had nothing on him. On Saturday he told the bo ss that $6 didn't pay him. Higgins offered to pay him another dollar. Tom said that wasn't enough. He thought, considering the amount of work he did, that he ought to get $9. After some argument the proprietor, who wanted to keep him, raised his offer to $8, agreeing to make it $9 after a while Tom thought he had better accept the $8 and keep his eyes open for another job. So he entered on his third week with Higgins. There was another printing office in one of the buildings of the street off which the alley ran, and Tom got acquainted with one of the employees at the restaurant during the noon half-hour. He was about Tom's age and was a job press feeder. His :name was Bob Ridley. When he learned that Tom was working for Higgins, who was well known all over that neighborhood, he grinned. "I don't see ho.w you can stand for that shop," he said. "You have to kick that old Liberty, don't you?" "Yes," said Tom. "And turn the wheel on that antediluvian Ruggles card press?" Tom nodded. "Do you set type, too?" "I do about everything,'' answered Tom. "I see. You're an all-around worker. What does he pay you -$12?" "Eight dollars." "Holy smoke Do you work for'that?" "I had to take what I could get, as I can't afford to be without work." "You can do better at our shop." "Is there an opening?" "I'll find out and let you know to-night if you'll meet me outside the door." All the Dalmatia printing offices worked ten hours in those days, though the nine-hour law was in effect in large cities among union shops, and the eight-hour movement, now in force, was on foot. Tom met Bob at the close of work, and the latter told him to drop in at noon next day and see the foreman, who did not go out to lunch. This Tom did, and the foreman questioned him about his ability as a printer. He said he could use a first-class two-thirder, and if Tom thought he could fill the bill he could come there on Monday. As the regular printers got $18, Tom would get $12. All the presses in this establish ment were run by steam power, but Tom would not be asked to feed any of them, as he would be hired as a compositor. He told the foreman he'd run the chance of


10 GOING IT ALONE making good, s o it was arranged that he should start on the following week. That afternoon he notified Higgins that he was to leave on Saturday. The boss didn't like to hear that, and offered him a raise of another dollar, but Tom told him he had already arranged to go to another job. All the old man could do was to advertise for another helper, and he had some clifficJty in getting one. On Monday morning Tom went to work at his new place, and the one-eyed sailor, who had been growing impatient over the boy's delay in setting out for the old watch-tower, didn't know what to make of this new move of Tom's, which indicated his intention of remaining some time longer in the town. He could do nothing but keep the lad under his eye in a general way. Several times he had thought of trying to get into the boy's room at his lodgings, but gave it up each time as being too risky. As Tom had been over a month in Dalmatia now, and he had not seen or heard of the one-eyed sailor since the day of his arrival, he came to the conclusion thnt the fellow had gone off to take a .dvantage of the information contained in old Ben Baxter's letter. Every time he thought of the letter he regretted his lo ss, for he felt it must have been impo1tant oe Baxter would not have placed it with Lawyer Thornton for safe keeping. Since it wa!; his luck to lose -it. there was no use wo1;rying it. Tom made good at his new job and was kept on His work at first was to lock up forms for the small presses and set what is called "straight" matter for a weekly paper nrinted by the hou se. After a whil e he was called on to set advertisements fo r the paper and reprint j obs. Thus two months more pased away, and Tom saved $50 He wrote a letter to Lawyex Thornton and enclosed a postal order for the $10 he o wned that gentleman. The lawyer replied, congratulating him on his s uccess in getting on. Several letters had in tJ1e meantime passed between Tom and Dick Mold. The latter kept him posted about all of importance that happened in Littleton village, while Tom informed hi s friends about his wo1k in the printing office The month of June was nearly over, and the printing business was getting dull. A reduction in the force of the office where Tom was employed took place and he was laid off indefinitely. He hustled around looking for another job, but there was no opening in that Iine. He found thatthe chance of getting work at his trade before September was small. Having saved a matter of $75, he did not fear he would suffer if he had to remain idle for two months, but as idleness was not to his taste, he determined to look for some other work during the interval, even if he had to take ha1f as much wages One morning on entering a barber shop t o get his hair c ut, he noticed a sheet of heavy paper, about 24 by 36 inches in stuck on the wall. It contained a classified list of retail merchants of Dalmatia, and was borde:t'ed all around with the cards of advertisers. The barber's advertisement was there, and Tom asked him what it cost to adve.rtise in that thing. "Two dollars," saitl the man, "with my name in black type under the heading of barbers." While the man was cutting hi s hair, Tom ask-ed him 1f he didn' t think there was money t o be made out of a small card with a few advertise ments on it and in the center putting the fire alarm signals of Dalmatia. The barber said the idea was a good one as everybody would like to have a handy copy of the signals on hand to consult w,hen the bell rang. He said the only list he knew of was that prin_ted in the back of the telephone directory, and that wasn't as handy to refer to as a card tacked up in some convenient place. Tom thought the matter over and worked out a scheme which he decided to try. He called on old Printer Higgins up the alley, and asked him if he would let him set up and print a few copies of a dummy, 7 by 11, lie had prawn out, for a small price, so he could go around and try and get advertisel's at a do11ar a space for the twenty spaces sunounding the firm-alarm signals. Higgins, who was not busy, told him to go ahead and he would charge him only a dollar for the privilege. Tom started in and got up the dummy, with the words "Ffre Alarm Signals" in large, heavy type. In the center he placed the list of signals, set in eightpoint type. That left ten small spaces, divided by rules, on ei ther side for the aclv.ertisements he hoped to get. Then he started out to get the advertisements at a dollar each. Being enthusiastic over the scheme, which he regarded as a benefit to every person in town, he succeeded in talking twenty merchants into agreeing to part with a dollar to have their cards put in. The merchants understood that the cards were to be circulated all over Dalmatia. To do that would. have cost Tom ten times as much as he collected for tr.e advertisement.>. He didn't intend to do it. He set up the advertisements, printed fifty copies, paid Higgins another dollm: for the use of his type and press, circulated thirty copies among the saloon s in the vicinity of his advertisers, then left o ne card with each of his patrons and got a dollar from him. The whole rscheme co!!t him $2.50 and his time, leaving him $17.50 profit for five days' work. Leaving the form 8tanding, Tom took another dummy, went out in another locality and secured twenty more advertisers on the same scheme. He distributed the first twenty advertisement.;;, set up new ones in their places, printed fifty more copies and distributed them as before, col lecting his $20 On this second edition he made $18 50, and it only took him three days. He filled in the whol e of July and August on the firm-alarm-signals idea and cleared a total of $150. His general expenses during that time were about $50, s o that when the first of September came around he was worth the $150 he had cleared on his scheme. He had done better than if he had worked at the printing business during the two months i;n question. This enf couraged him to think up some new idea in the advertising line, s o he put his wits to work.' CHAPTER VIII.__(_Tom Goes Traveling. Tom's next idea was to get up a railroad and steamboat time-table, with one business card on the front, and the words "Compliments of" above


GOING IT ALONE 11 it. He set up the first one as a sample and then made a straight canvass of the water-front business houses. He agreed to furnish 1,000 for a certain price. Fifteen orders rewarded him the first day. He gave the printing to old Higirlns, who turned them out cheap for him on his l?uggles press. While the old man was doing the work on the fifteen, Tom was soliciting or ders for more. He cleared about $50 on his first week's work. He exhausted the available cus tomers in five weeks after clearing $200. De ducting his living expenses and the cost of a new suit; he now had $300 in cash. During October Tom devoted his time to soliciting orders for printing, most of which he turned in to Higgins. He made about $20 a week in com missions. The one-eyed sailor had given up keep ing tab on the boy. When he found that Tom showed no disposition to start for the old watch tower after the pot of gold, it dawned upon bis mind that the boy had not got hold of old Ben Baxter's secret, after all. It was not rea sonable to suppose that if he really had the clew to the concealed treasure that he would de lay so long in going after it. That wasn't hu man nature. So the rascally mariner lost hope of ever get ting his hands on the money he had spent so much time and effort to reach. There was a large town named Wash burn fifteen miles to the east of Dalmatia, and Tom decided to go on there and see what he could do. He packed his duds in the sea-chest and took the train one morning. He tried several small advertising schemes at Washburn the two months he stayed there, and had fair succes s with them. Then he started for Stirling, twenty miles to the northeast of Washburn, with $400 in his pocket. "I'm getting ahead, little by little, going it alone," he told himself. "I wish I could get enough money together to start into some regu lar bnsiness Thes e advertising schemes are all right in their way, but they don't last. I've got to move from place to place to keep them going, and it costs me more to get them out than when I had old Higgins to fall back on in Dal matia." Tom spent January in Stirling and left it $50 richer. He went on to a place called Plainfield. Without being aware of the fact, he was gradu ally working in the direction of the locality where the old watch-tower still stood on the margin of the swamp. With his head full of moneymaking business every day he hardly thought about__ .. the ancient tower. When he did it was with the conviction that he had lost his chance of making anything out of it. The letter he re ceived from Lawyer Thornton still lay hidden in the lining of the jacket that he had ceased to wear. The jacket lay in the sea-chest with other articles of his personal property. He came near throwing it away when he left Dalmatia. He did not believe he would ever wear it again. Some thing induced him to retain it and stow it away In the chest. Ultimately he realized how lucky he was in retaining the garment. Plainfield had the fire-alarm-signafs systems on the same principle as Dalmatia, and Tom worked it to his advantage in the same way. After working the town pretty thoroughly, he continued on eastward with an even $500 in his ,, pocket. Once he would have re:--irded that snm as a fortune, but now ij; cut very little ice with him. He looked on it as merely a stepping-stone to $1,000. When he had achieved that s um he believed he would be able to get into some real, steady business, which was a dream he hoped to realize before he was much older. On the first day of March Tom landed with his seachest in Eastlake. It was a smaller place than he had been led to expect, and it did not s eem to offer much inducement in the advertising scheme line. It boasted two weekly new spapers of opposite politics, but one of them was on the ragged edge, owing to the death of the editor and owner some months since The deceased's nephew had undertaken to run it for the widow, but made a mess of it, for he was not suited to the business. Furthermore, he was not a popular young man, owing to his su percilious manners, and he antagonized public sentiment. He persisted in running the paper to suit his own views, which did not please the majority of the subscribers, and they dropped away, and took in the rival journal, though its political leaning differed from their own. The advertis ing patronage also fell away, and the paper ceas ed tQ pay the cost of getting it out. The only thing that kept the office from going under the hammer was the printing-sent tl:i.ere by the Eastlake Novelty Manufacturing Company, which was the:most important e stablishment in the town. At the time Tom arrived in Eastlake the young man, whose name was Philip Beck, had grown weary of both the paper and the town. He longed to migrate to Boston, where he believed his abilities would find a wider s cope, and he kept telling his aunt, the widow and owner of the paper office, that she had better sell out and leave Eastlake before things went to pot with her. As she was a woman with no business ability, and had the utmost confidence in her inefficient nephew, she finally agreed to do as he suggested. So young Beck inserted at the head of the editorial page of that week's issue a notice to the effect that the paper was for sale at a fair price for cash. The proprietor of the second-rate hotel at which Tom put up was a subscriber to both the town's newspapers, and while waiting for dinner he picked up the paper in question, which bore the title of the Eastlake News, and in look ing it over saw the notice that it was for sale. The paper did not present a very smart appear ance, and was short of real live news as well as advertisements. It was chiefly filled with plate matter, made up of national arrd foreign intelli gence, miscellaneous information, a department of two columns devoted to the farming interest, a home department for children, etc. All this was material set up in Boston, stereotyped in column lengths, on a patented plan, and sold to country newspapers either for cash or advertis ing space. About half the advertisements print ed in the News came through the Boston firm, which did business under the name of the "News paper Syndicate,'' and were paid for in plate matter. When Tom picked up the other paper, called the Eastlake Standard, the difference between the two was very noticeable. It was full of local advertising, carried all the public notices, wa;i


12 GOING IT ALONE well filled with town news of every kind, and looked decidedly prosperous. It was the democratic organ, as the News was the Republican. The town usually went Republican by a small majority, but on account of the poor support given the party by the News the preceding fall, the Democrats had, with the aid of the Standard, made a clean sweep -of their ticket, and were nov / in full control of all the town offices As it had been several years since the Democrats had won such a signal victory, the leaders of the local organization got the swelled head, and believed that they owned the place. They proceeded to make the most of the situa tfon. The local officers voted themselves increased salaries, and certain favored contractors, who had made little during, the Republican regime, were handed fat contracts in the way of street pavings, new public buildings and so on, all of which extravagance was running the town deeply into debt, and squeezing the purses of the residents in certain localities. Tom learned all these facts subsequently, for an event happened which caused him to come to anchor in Eastlake. After dinner Tom walked around to size the p.lace up with the view of determining whether it would pay him to put in any time there. The place had the usual fire-alarm signal sy,stem in vogue in the towns and s ome of the small cities of the State. He decided to work that sche me at any rate, even if he did else there. He could use one of his old dummies to get advertisements with. The first thing was to get an estimate for the work from a printer. On inquiring for a print-shop, he was told that all the job printing was done by the two newspaper office s, and he could take his choice of them. Tom guessed that the office which was for sale would be the best place for him to patronize. Bofo establishments were on Main street The. Standard was on :t;he second floor of a comparatively new brick building. A new gilt sign ran across above the three windows, that overlooked the street, and a large metal sign at the entrance downstairs pointed the way upward. At the -other end of the street, in an old onestory brick building, was the quarters of the News. It was the original newspaper in Eastlake, started when that place was a village, and a great many years older than the Standard, which was a comparatively modern institution, consequently its high, black letters on a white ground were weather-stained and faded, and were attached to the b1ickwork above the door Of the three grimy n some printing," said 'rom. "Just call Hudson, will you?" said Beck to him companion. The other young man got up, went to a door, opened it and called the foreman. Hudson, whose other name was Joe, iesponded. "See what that chap wants," said Beck. Hudson came forward and greeted Tom pleasantly. Tom showed him one of hi s fire-alarmsignals cards he had got out at Pla infield, and asked him how cheaply he could print one hundred similar cards. The foreman figured it out and gave him a price. "How soon can y-ou get it out when I bring you the advertisements?" asked Tom. "One day." "All right. I won't leave the order till I get the advertisements, for I don't know how the scheme will take here. It's gone all right in other towns, and I guess it will here. This is Saturday. I will start on Monday after the advertisements. What time do you clo s e on week-days?" "Around five, but I often stay till six." "I'll come in Monday at five with the advertisements I have and give you the order." "Very well. I'll look for you. You haven't been in town long, I guess?" "No; got here this morning. I'm stopping at the Eastlake House. I suppose there's nothing particular to interest a stranger around this neighborhood on Sunday?" "The seashore is six miles from here by the


GOING IT ALONE 13 ioad which runs within a quarter of a mile of it and then turns to Oldport." "Oldport?" said Tom, the name having a familiar ring to him. "Yes. It's quite a city and has a nice harbor. Half way between here and Oldport, ab-out eight miles, is an old curiosity worth seeing. Lots of people visit it d uring the summer. It's an old ivy-covered watch-tower built during the early days of the Revolution." "You don't s.ay!" cried Tom, opening his eyes in surprise. "Is it on the edge of a swamp?" "Yes." "I should like to go there." "You can hire a rig and go there to-morrow. All you have to do is to follow the road running to the village of Springdale. The tower is a mile this side of the village, and in plain sight from the road." "Thank you. I think I'll run over there to morrow, if the day is pleasant, and look it over I am rather interested in it." "It's a good way for you to pass the afternoon." Tom then took his leave and returned to the hotel. CHAPTER IX.-Tom Saves A Young Lady. "So I've hit the neighborhood where the old watch-tower is?" said Tom to himself on his way back. "I had no idea I would encounter it during my business travels. l suppose the one-eyed rascal has been there and found the treasure, if such a thing really was hid de n in the tower. It is funny luck should run with a scoundrel like him and against me, for whom the money waa intended. Well, such is life! It isn't the deserving persons who get all the plums. I've had to make my own luck ever since I can remember, and, since the old man died and I've been going it alone, I haven't fared so badly. I'm worth $500 now, made by grit and perseverance, and I hope to make it $1,000 before long. I'm not afraid but I'll make my way to the top in the course of time. It is pleasant, of course, to come in for a legacy, but, after all, a chap takes more satisfaction out of money he makes himself. What comes easy often goes easy; but when you have accumulated a task by hard work you have a better idea of its value, and hang on to it with a firmer grip." When Tom got up next morning the weather looked kind of shaky, and did not favor his contemplated trip to the old watch-tower. Toward noon, however, the sky cleared and the sun came out, promising a fine afternoon. He went in to dinner at half-past twelve. An hour later he was at a livery stable arranging for a saddlehorse Receiving directions how to reach the road t o Springdale, he started off on his seven mile ride. He was told to keep to the left when he came to the several roads that branched off, for two of them looked like the continuation of Springdale road, which turned off itself to the left at those points. It took him about an hour to cover the distance, and he was on the last lap, and almost in sight of the old watch-tower, when his saddle-girth worked loose and he had to stop to tighten it. While he was fixing it he heard the approach of a horse on the gallop ahead. The road curved at that point, and the rider was out of hi s sight. He was in the act of mounting when the gallop of the other horse suddenlyceased, as if the animal had slowed down. As he swung himself into the saddle he heard a girl's scream around the curve. "Something is up,'' he thought; "I must see what it is." As he urged his animal ahead a second scream reached his ears. He swung around the curves at a rapid pace and opened up the road ahead. He saw a girl on a black. mare struggling in the grasp of a man that lookea like a saik1r. He was trying to pull her cut of the saddle, and was in a fair way of doing it. In another mo ment he and the lad were hot at it. The one eyed sailor, recovering his feet, drew a slungshot and crept toward Tom, watching for a chance to get in a knockout blow, which he would have succeeded in doing but for the girl, who, seeing the peril of her young champion, reversed her riding whip, and darting at Bunker, struck him with all her might across the back of hi.;; head. He pitched face foi emost into the road and lay there senseless The girl then swung her whip-lash at the other fellow, cutting him ac1'oss the face. At the same time Tom landed a heavy blow on his ear. That was enough for the rascal. He backed off and then took to his heels, disappearing in the direction of the swamp and the old watch tower. Torn turnE)d to the girl, who was pretty and well dressed, and whose age was apparently sixteen, and lifting his hat, said: "Thanks for helping me out, miss Between us both we put the fellow to rout." "My thanks are due you. I am greatly oblig e d to you for coming to my aid and saving me from those men, who meant to rob me of my purse." "Don't mention it, miss. I am glad I was of service to you I see you laid out the one-eyed man. You appear to have no lack of su unk. Al low me to compliment you on your The young lady smiled. "I had to do it to save y

14 GOING IT ALONE which I understand is worth a visit en account of its age and historical associations." "It is. You will find it about a quarter of a m i le down the ioad to the right. It stands on the borders of a swamp in a lone s ome spot." "Perhaps I had better see you on your way home for a mile or so, lest those men might be planning to waylay you again." "As it i s pos s ible they might attack me again, I will, if you care for my company, go with you to the old tower, and the:n ride back with you." "I should be delighted to have your company, Miss Grant but I don't think it advisable for u s to g o near the. towe r at the present time. Thos e men might have retreated in that direc t i on fo r all we know," said Tom, who had his reas o n for believing they had done so. "We can ride do w n the road to the point that will give me a view ofthe tower, and I will be satisfied with that for to-day. A s I intend to visit Oldpc r t after leaving Eastlake, and I will have to take this road to get there, r will then have a c han. ce to vi sit the tower and look it over." Tom helped the girl into her saddle, mounted his ow\1 animal, and they started off down the r oad a l an easy pace. They soon reaches!. a p o int w here the upper part of the old watchtower e o uld be seen through the trees. At that seas on of the year the ivy which clothed it in the summer time was dead, so far as the leaves were c oncerned, and the stones could be seen in all th1:ir g ray coldness, though covered with the thin, threadlike stems of the vine, which could not be made out at that distance. Tom would hav e lik e d to have ridden up to the ruins, for a path led t h rough the rank bushes and unclothed trees but did not deem it advisable on account of the &us pected presence there of the one-eyed sailor and hi s companion. The S'.Yamp, which stretched away and .around t h e n e ighborhood, could not be seen from where t he i r horses, stood, nor, indeed, could it be seen Jro rn any point of the road-not until one got dose t:f it. After ;remaining a quarter of an ] ,cu;: Tom said he was ready to ride back to Eastla ke, a nd they turned their horses up the i oad and \vent off at a smart gallop. During the long r i d e the young people got very well ac quainted Tom told the girl considerable about h i mself, a n d ho w he was going it alone in the w cl' kl, and e x p e c t ed to reach the top some day. S he on her part, told him that her father was 1 h e pre. ident and chief stockholder of the East lake NoYelty Mfg. Co., and t h a t she lived with he T pal'ents in one of the bes t houses in the l'Csidential section of the town. She said that her father and mother would want to meet him and t hank him for the service he had rendered, a'!'l

GOING IT ALONE 15 "Very well. I will be glad to see you at my, office in the factory any day. I am there between half-past nine and one, and between two and five." Tom remained till about nine, and then re tturned to his hotel. CHAPTER X.-Tom Tries to Buy the Eastlake News "1'11 have to communicate with the party first, telling him what I think the plant is worth, and if he's willing to talk business I'll see Beck." Tom then told Hudson to get his job in type as soon as 'he could, and the foreman said he would. When Tom returned to the hotel he sat down and thought over what price he wou ,I suggest to Mr. Grant "If I was after i:t I'd offer $1,800, and I mi_. give $2,000," he said to himself. "If I had $3,0000 I'd be glad to take it over myself ar:u run it to suit Mr. Grant and the Republican Next morning Tom started out on his fireParty. I'll bet I could do it. I could get the alarm-signals scheme, and filled his card up by old advertise1s back. Mr. Grant really doesn't four o'clock. Then he called aTound to the News want the paper. Maybe he would be willing to office with hi s copy. Beck had gone home, and let me buy it of him. I am satisfied I could he handed in the job to Hudson, the foreman. pay for it within a reasonable time. I have Joe invited hilll into the printing office and s how$500, but I'd need that to pay expenses at the ed him over the place. start, so I could not afford to pay any cash do>vn "I see the plant is advertised for -sale," said at the start. I could get along without hiring Tom. an editor. I'd run it on the lines of the Stand-"Yes. Between you and I this young Beck, who ard, and when I got' it on a paying basis I'd has been running the place for his aunt since try to improve it. If an aggressive campaign his uncle died, has put the paper on the fritz. was made by the Republicans next fall, with the The paper is only a ghost of what it was a year the party in good shape; the a.go. We had the bulge on the Standard, the elephant" might win out, and then the News Democratic sheet, and the old man was making would come in for all the local town aclvertis good maney ou.t of it. We had all the town ing. Th'at would be a big item. Well, I'm goprinting, and as many local advertisements as ing to make the proposition to Mr. Grant, anywe could find room fo r. I have known the old way. A s he feels under some obligation to me man to turn down several advertisements because for what I did yesterday for his daughter he they would have crowded out news that he felt might consider it-that is, if he thinks I 'can ought to go in. We used very little plate mat-make good as the publisher." ter, except such Hva stuff as we had to go in, such Tom got just as much enthused over the new as the general news of the country and the reg-project as he had over his little adverti11ing busiular departments, which are prepared better by ness. In fact, more so, for possession of the_ the syndicate editors, and saves the cost of com-News offered a regular and permanent investposition and distribution, and can be paid for in ment which, he figured, would land him at the advertising, in whole or in part. If I had $1,0,00 top. That evening he took a copy of both the I'd buy this paper and build it up, with the help News and the Standard. to his room and looked of a good partner." them over carefully, noting what the former "A thousand dollars! It couldn't be bought lacked outside of the advertising patronage. for that, could it?" "Hudson seems like a good, smart fellow," he "No. The plant cost easily $5,000, and iS'worth said. "He and I could run the News to the about half. That largecylinder is worth $1,200, queen's taste. I'll bet I could fill the shop with though you could duplicate it second-hand in Bos-job work after I had filled the paper with adton, if you went to the right place, for perhaps vertising. Of course I'd have to get the s ub $800. It cost the old man $2,400. The pony scribers back who have quit taking the paper. cylinder cost him $500. It is as good as the As I dare sa;y most of them are good Repubday it was bought, but if sold at auction would licans that oughtn't to be a hard matter. I'd go maybe at $100, or even less. Those two let the town see that the News was on the Job Gordon jobbers are old and are worth, in my for the Republican party, and I guess the neces opinion $300, but they wouldn't fetch that as a sary support would be forthcoming. Now that sale. The engine is worth $200. The type I'm interested in this new idea I must push it and printing material originally cost about through." $2,000, and might be worth half of that. It Next morning Tom called on Mr. Grant. He wouldn't fetch more than a quarter if it went told that gentleman that he had inspected the under the hammer." printing plant of the News and believed it was "What does Mrs. Beck ask for the outfit, in-worth $3,000, which he understood was the price eluding the paper and good-will?" the -widow was asking. "Beck says $3,000, but I told h'im if she got "What she wants and what she'll get are two $2,000 she would be doing well I don't believe very different things. I should offer $1 800 for she will find a purchaser in this town. She will the whole business, and try to get it for 1$2 000" have to advertise in Bo ston." he said. "She wants cash, I suppose?" "I will get somebody to make an offer of $2 000 "Yes, for she is going to leave Eastlake for for me, as I don't want to be identified 'in' the good." purchase," said the gentleman. "I guess I can find her a purchaser." "Let me do it." Come in to-morrow and tell Beck." Mr. Grant looked at him. "Is he authorized to do business?" "Will you take charge of the end "In a general way, yes." for me?"


16 GOING IT ALONE "I'd like to take charge of the whole business." "What do you mean?" said the gentleman, in some surprise. "I mean that I should like to acquire the paper myself. If I had the money I'd buy it right off the reel. It offers to me just the chance I have been looking for to establish myself in a paying business with a future. I have a capital of $500. If you will buy the paper for me I'll engage to put it on its feet with that $500. You can take a mortgage to protect yourself, and I will pay you back the money you put up, in instalments of say $100 every three months until the paper is paid for. But I want six months' lee way, as the paper is in awful bad shape." Tom's proposition rather took Mr. Grant's breath away, but he did not turn it down. He $aw that the boy was smart and a hustler, but still he was afraid he was trying to bite off more than he could chew. "You think you can niake a success of the News?" he said. "I am certain I can if I am given a fair show," he replied. "You have been thinking the matter over, of course, since I brought the subject to your attention oo Sunday night. Just give me an outline of your plans." Tom did so, and he spread himself with all the enthusiasm of youth. He was a convincing talker, or he wouldn't have made a success of getting advertising. He fairly talked Mr. Grant over to his side, and that gentleman, who did not wish to assume the responsibility of running the paper himself, but intended buying the publication wholly in the interests of the Republican party in that town, was favorably impressed by the boy's energy, and agreed to buy the paper and turn it over to him to run, with the privilege of buying it at the cost price on time. Tom was' tickled to death by his decision. "You have offernd me the chance of my life, Mr. Grant, and I am under great obligation to you. I promise you that you won't regret it." "I owe you a favor for the kindness you extended to my daughter, and I am glad to have the chance of repaying you," said the gentleman. It was then and there arranged that Tom should enter into negotiations to acquire the News on the best terms he could make, and Mr. Grant said he would loan him the purchase price, taking a mortgage on the property as security. After Tom had put the deal through, the terms of repaying the loan could be settled on a suitable and easy basis. In the event that Tom, for any reason, failed to make a success of the venture, Mr. Grant would th.en go back to his original plan of hiring a man to run the paper on the lines he wanted it run. On leaving the office of the novelty manufacturing company, Tom made a bee-line for the office of the News. Beck was at h is desk putting some local items he had picked up into shape for the compositor. "Well," he said, turning around and recogniz jng Tom, "have you come after that job of yours? I'll call my foreman." "Don't disturb yourself about the job. It isn't ready yet. I called about something else." "Something else you wanted 'Printed?" "No. I see this e stablishment is for -sale. What do you want for it1" Beck stared at him in surprise. "Do you want to buy it?" he said, with a sneer. "I do, if the price is right." "Why, you're only a kid. You couldn't run a newspaper." "Maybe not, but I have a wish to try." "Have you $3,000?" "Do you expect to get that for this place?" "Certainly. It's worth $5,000." "I've been over the plant, and I am a practical printer. I know about what it is worth to a purchaser. The paper isn't worth anything, from the look s of it. It will take a lot of energy to build it up to a point where it will pay." "What are you talking about? My uncle made a good living out of it. The books will show it." "I won't dispute that, but will the books show that it is making any money now. Your uncle has been dead for a year, and during that time the Standard seems to have cut all the underpining away from it. I am an advertising man, and I have gone over the advertising patronage you have now, without knowing what you are getting for your space, and it doesn't look as if your income from that source amounts to a whole lot." "Are you trying to bluff me, young fellow?" cried Beck. "I know what the paper is worth. We want $3,000. If you don't want to pay that get out." "I'll give you $2,000 cash." "No you don't. Nobody gets this plant under $3,000." "Then I guess you'll keep it," said Tom, feeling disappointed, for Beck's attitude was positive. "Should you change your mind you can let me know. I'm stopping at the Eastlake House." Beck turned his back on him and iesumed his work. Tom took the hint and left, going back to the hotel. CHAPTER XI.-Tom Takes Over the News. That afternoon Tom called on Mr. Grant again and told him about his interview with young Beck and its unfruitful result. "The widow will never be able to get $3,000, or even $2,500 for the plant," said Tom; "but if she holds back in expectation of getting what she wants, it will make matters awkward for me, for I can't afford to hang around this town waiting for her to come to my terms." "Perhaps it would pay you to raise your bid," said Mr. Grant. "You say the plant is worth $3,000. Why not offer $2,500? I'll see you through." "All right. I'll do it, but it's more than any- body else will give." "You don't know. I'd rather pay $3,000 for the paper than run the chance of it falling into the hands of a person whose sympathies were not with the Republican party. An independent par.er would be of no use to us." 'Well, I'll make another attempt to buy the place for $2,500," said Tom. That afternoon, when he dropped in at the News office to see if his work was ready, he had a talk with Hudson, and told that young man


GOING IT ALONE 17 that he was authorized to give $2,500 for the plant if the deal could be put throu.gh at once. "I offered Beck $2,000 to-day, but he got insulted o ve r it. He told me that $3,000 was the price, and it wouldn't be sold for a cent less,'' said Tom. "Call on Mrs. Beck and offer her $2,500,'' said the foreman. "But if her nephew tells her not to sell at that figure she probably will not accept it." "I have told Beck that $3,000 was too high for him to ask, and suggested $2,500, but he told me to go to grass. If Mrs. Beck had offered the paper and plant for sale right after her husband's death, when things were going all right, she could have got five or six thousand dollars. That nephew of hers has simply spoiled the business He isn't worth the powder it would take to blow him up. He thinks he knows it all, and he doesn't know enough to go in when it rains. I feel sorry for her having such a lobster around, but you couldn't tell her what he is, for she believes in him. He is solid with her, and that makes him think himself a person of import ance," said Hudson. "If I called on Mrs. Beck with an offer it would make Beck mad, I guess, and he would oppo s e my offer at any price, just to get back at me. The only thing I can do is to see Beck again and raise the ante." Tom tilok his job away, and next morning he called on his adver:tisers, distributed the cards and collected his money. Then he went to the News office to see Beck. He found the young man at his desk with a lady visitor, who proved to be his aunt. "Mr. Beck, I have thought the matter over and decided to raise my offer for the News to $2,500. That is all the money I have, so I can't go any higher," said Tom, in a tone that he hoped would conciliate the young man. "The price is $3,000 ," said Beck, haughtily. "Why not have your foreman in and let us talk it over. I am ready to hand over the cash if we can c-0me to an agreement." "Who do you represent?" asked Mrs. Beck. "I am making the offer for a gentleman friend of mine," replied Tom. "I thought you said you wanted to buy it yourself?" said Beck. "I expect to run the paper if my friend buys it, but he won't put up more than $2,500. If you won't take it that will let me out." "D-0 you think you can run a paper?" sneered Beck. "I will do the best I can." "I guess you'd run it in the ground." "Philip, I think I had better take his offer,'' said Mrs. Beck. "Joe told me I would be lucky to get that price in the condition the pape1 is." "Oh, if you want to take it, take it, I don't caTe,'' gTowled Beck. "I think you ought to get $3 000 "But I am losing money every week. If I don't get another offer soon I will be worse off than if I sold now." Beck wheeled a;round in his chair. "Are you ready to put up the money as soon as the papers are signed?" he said to Tom. "Yes. I'll put np $500 to bind the bargain inside of half an hour." "Fetch the money around and I'll give you a receipt for it on account." "Draw up a paper saying that you agree to sell the paper for $2,500, and let Mrs. Beck sign it. Hand it over to your foreman to hold till I get back. Then have the receipt for $500, signed by Mrs. Beck, ready for me," said Tom. "All right,'' said Beck. The required paper was drawn up, signed and handed to Hudson. Tom then left to get his $500, for he did not care to have any more de lay about the deal than he could help, lest Beck should change his mind and persuade his aunt to draw out of the arrangement, though the document the foreman had protected him to a certain extent. Inside of thirty minutes Tom was back with the money, which he passed over to Beck, and got both papers. Then Tom felt safe. The arrangement was that the paper was to be turned over to him on the following Saturday after the next issue come out. Tom expected that it would be pretty bum, for now that the paper was practically sold he did not think Back would exert himself much over the next issue. He was right. Beck told Hudson to put any old thing in the paper as long as he filled it up. "Slap all the old electros you have into it,'' he grinned, "and fill the res t of the space with plate matter. "We're through with it. I don't care how it looks. Anything will go. I'm not going to spend any money on comppsition." "That isn't fair to the new man, is it?" said the foreman. "What do I care for the new man? Has ha hired you and the rest of the force?" "Not yet he hasn't, but I suppose he will when he takes over the paper." "Well, you're working for me this week so do as I tell you." In the meanwhile Tom called on Mr. Grant and told him he had bought the paper for $2,500, and was to take possession on Saturday. "I paid my own $500 as a guarantee," he said. "Very well. You can have the purchase price whenever you want it. We will call on my lawyer and have the papers prepared. You want to get a full inventory of the property. Better attend to that right away. It will have to go into the mortgage, and you want to know what you are getting for your money." Mr. Grant and Tom went to Lawyer's Green's office. Tom was introduced to the legal gentleman as the new owner of the Eastlake News. "I am lending him the money to make the purchase,'' said Mr. Grant. "In return for the obligation he is to run the paper in the interests of the Republican party, and to build it up to the point where it stood when Mr. Beck died. Although I have only known this young man a few days, I have ieason to beli eve that he will make good, and I think we can count on the paper being in good trim by the time the fall campaign opens. The Democrats had everything their way last year, but they wcm' t have things quite so easy this year. They have already created a lot of dissatisfaction by the way they are reaching out for graft. They are saddling a big debt on the town, and having captured the patronage they hope to retain their controJ1 but I fancy they will be disappointed. The


18 GOING IT ALONE News is going to keep the people posted right from the start,..about the way things are going, though the public ought to be able to see for themselves." Lawyer Green, who was a stanch Republican, said he was glad to hea1 that the News was to be taken over by a capable publisher, for it had ce1tainly gone to the bow-wows under the management of Widow Beck's nephew. He said he would prepare the papers asked for. Mr. Grant then handed Tom a check, made out to cash, for the !J;500 he had paid on account. "Mr. Green will make the othe1 payment, acting as your lawyer, when you take the property over. Go and attend to the inventory, and arrange to have Mrs. Beck call here on whatever hour Mr. Green sets to sign the bill of sale and receive the rest of the money," said Mr. Grant. Tom proceeded at once to the News office. Beck was not around, so Tom told Hudson what he wanted. "All right," said the foreman, "we will get it up right away. You can help me if you like. By the \Vay, do you expect to keep the present 'Working force'?" "Sure," said Tom. "I think you'll suit me ftlst rate, and if you say the others are all right I'll keep them. You have two compositors, haven't you?" "Yes. They are sisters, but they are making very little lately. One of them could more than set up all the news that went in the paper. They are feeling discouraged, for there is no chance for them on the Standard, and there is no other printing office in the place. The News and Standard do all the printing of the town. The Standard is very busy, and has put in extra presses, since it got all the town printing which we used to do when the Republicans were running things." "You can tell the sisters that I will see that they get enough to do soon to keep them busy. The News is going to wake up and let folks know that it's alive again. Who has acted as reporter for Beck?" "He had a clever young chap, but he had a scrap with him a couple of months ago and fired him. Since then he was acting as his own reporter, and mighty little news he's been getting for the paper. The News is a joke in the Standard office, and I don't wonder. I've been disgusted with Beck's methods for the last six months. But what could I do? I'm the foreman of the printery, not the editor." "I'd like to meet the young fellow who was fired. I'd take him on." "He has been working on and off for the Stand ard, but I guess you can get him back if you can promise him steady work. I'll see him to-night and send him around to the hotel to see you." "Do so." Hudson told Tom the orders he got from Beck about the current issue. "If the paper comes out the way he intends it, it will disgust the subscribers and advertise1s we have left. If I were you I'd insist on superintending the issue even if you had to agree to pay a part of the expense. Get some real news into it as an evidence of what you intend to do in the future." "I'll see to lt," said 'J'am. "Thanks for puttingme wise. Beck is a pretty small potato, I think." He carried the inventory around to the lawyer's office, then returned and went -over the book's of the News establishment. They showed a big difference from the time of the late Mr. Beck. The only part of the establishment that held its own pretty well was the job printing branch, though the Standard people had captured some of the trade. With Hudson's help Tom made a list of all the advertisers that formerly bought space in the paper, with the price they paid, apd took it away with him. That evening the young reporter, whose name was Fred Davis called on him, and Tom, after a heart-to-heart talk, engaged him and told him to get all the news he could for that week's issue and hand it in to the foreman. Next morning he saw Beck e.nd told him that he wanted a decent paper that week, agreeing to pay for half of the composition, and the wages of his reporter. Beck objected at first, but Tom wouldn't stand any non' sense from him, and he gave in, for he was only a bluff at the best. Tom then called on Mr. Grant. "I want you to give me a letter recommending me in a general way to the people of this town as the new publisher of the News. As you are one of the most prominent citizen s it is bound to help me," said Tom. The gentleman willingly furnished the letter. Tom then called on the department store of the town which formerly advertised in the News. He saw the party who controlled the advertis ing, told him he had bought the News and intended to build it up, showed Mr. Grant's letter, and said he wanted to make a contract for advertising s pace for the rest of that year. "I don't know that the News is worth much to us now. The Standard circulates all over town and fills the bill. We might you some advertising from time to time," said the man. "Six months from now you won't talk that way, Mr. Sm ith," said Tom. "I am willing to sell space cheap for the next three months but after that time I look for advancing rate:;. If you want to take advantage of my offer now i s the chance. You use half a page in the Stand ard. I'll give you half a page in the News du r ing the rest of the month-three issues for!and he mentioned a low figure-"with change of copy each week. For April the price will be ten per cent. higher, and May another ten per cent. You will have the privilege of examining our circulation book, and if it doesn't show an advance each week you can have the space for nothing." "I'll take your offer, subject to cancellation if you don't make good," said the advertising man ager, and the deal was made. Tom called on a score of the old advertisers and talked most of them back, on an upward sliding scale. The printing office was a bus y place next day, and up to eleven o'clock that night, and also on the following day, which was Friday and publication day. Davis, the reporter kept the two girl compositor's busy, and an extra printer was called in to help Hudsol'\ on the advertisements. The result was the paper looked first-rate when it came out, instead of on the blink ai:; Reck had intended it should. ()" <;1.,t"""


GOING IT ALONE 19 day Tom succeeded to the ownership of the News, and the new regime began. Tom turned the editing part of the paper to Fred Davis and looked after the building up of the News himself. Tom also saw several of the leading Republicans and assured them of the support of the paper for the next election. New departments were added. An editorial bristling 1 with facts and figures attacked the local Demo\ cratic government. Soon the paper gained in circulation under the management of Tom. In the meantime he spent a great deal of time with Miss Nellie Grant. He was a prime favorite with the Grants. Things went along swimmingly as regarded the News. CHAPTER XII.-Conclusion. Hudson had been obliged to hire an additional compositor on the paper and two extra jobbers in the job department. Fred Davis also secured the services of his younger brother to hustle for news, in order that the News might not fall behind the Standard in that respect. The first week in July showed a falling off in job work, and the extra men were laid off. There was no lay-off for the newspaper typesetters. Tom, in accordance with his promise to Mr. Grant, quit his hustling tactics and took things easier. Some of the advertisements dropped off, but they would have dropped away anyway, for trade was dull. Ever since he took hold of the paper Tom had not thought once about the old watch-tower over near Springdale village. He still corresponded with Dick Mold, but his letters were very brief, dealing chiefly with his hard work to establish the News. One Sunday morning he thought about the old newspapers in the mahogany box. He took them out and that afternoon carried them over to show them to Nellie Grant, and tell her how near he believed he came to getting hold of the treasure that Ben Baxter believed lay hidden some place in the tower. "If I had not lost that letter-stolen, I am sure, by the one-eyed sailor who attacked you the day I made your acquaintance-things might have gone differently with me. On the whole, I'm glad matters turned out as they have. I a m now making my own way to the front by my own exertions, and I have the pleasure of the friendship of one of the best little girls in the world-yourself-not to speak of the friendshi p and backing of your father, and the good c:p,ini on of your mother. "Do y ou value my friendship so highly?" asked j: ellic, archly. "D o I I shoul d say I do. You are my star 0 f hope The only girl in the whole world I care f or "Do you reall y mNtn that?" she said, looking "Yes. I o n!;,' w i s h I had a chance to-to win : ou for my wife s ome day, but I fear, even if ou favored 11;(), that your father and mother ul'e Jockil; g hig-her, for you are their only one, a n J no t h i f'g is cc>o good for you." whatev<':I say my father and mother will agree to. I am too young yet to dream of marr iage, but not too young to realize that I love y'lu, Tom, and always will." "You do, dear? You make me very happy to hear you say so, but your parents would not approve-" "My father thinks you are the smartest boy in the world, and I am sure you have proved it. If a year from now I should tell him that I have picked you out for my mate, I don't think he will make any objection. By that time you will be at the head of the newspaper business in Eastlake." "It won't be my fault if I'm not. Well, shall we ride down to the old watch-tower this afternoon? It is a fine day, and we can get back by tea-time. Not much danger of our meeting the one-eyed sailor there now." Nellie agreed, and Tom started for the liverystable to get a horse. On his way he stepped at his home to replace the old paper in the mahogany box. Opening the sea chest he saw the old jacket he wore at the time of the old sailor's death. Something prompted him to take it out. "I don't see why I keep this old thing, unless it is as a matter of sentiment. I think I'll shake it for good. Hello, what is this?" He felt something stiff in the lining. Curious to find out what it was, he tore the lining and out popped the letter he received from Lawyer Thornton. Tom stared at it in a stupefied way. "My gracious! can that really be the letter?" The old sailor's handwriting proved that it surely was. In not a little excitement Tom open ed it and took out the enclosuer. "Dear Tom," it ran, "you will receive this after my death, and its contents will be a great su:rprise to you. .You have been a good boy, friend and companion to me, and are entitled to your reward. Open the mahogany box and read the newspaper accounts of the wreck of the bark Sunderland and what that disaster led to. There i s concealed in that old watch-tower a pot containing what is left of a treasure in Eng:ish so vereigns. How much there is I don't know but believe there are several thousand dollars. 'The directions to find the pot is written on the back of this -letter. Follow them and you will find the money. Above all things don't delay a moment in going to the tower, and beware of the one eyed sailor named Bill Bunker. He is a scoundrel and is after the money, too, but he can do nothing without the directions. He may turn up any time, so start at once. Your friend, "BEN BAXTER." On the back of the letter were the directions referred to. "The old watch-tower stands on the SE end of a swamp, and is one mile NNW of the village of Springdale, which is eight miles NW of the town of Oldport by the sea. Go to Oldport, and then make your way to the tower. Go on horseback and take a pair of saddlebags, or a couple of stout cloth baes, to carry the money in. Enter the tower, and at the SE corner you will find a trap. Under this is a flight of stone steps. You will need a lantern or a candle. Go down, dig in the NE corner and you will find the pot. As the trap is probably covered over with weeks, you won't be able to see it until you look care-


20 GOING IT ALONE fullr for it in the indicated sr"""t. 1 wish you luck with your legacy. That is all. Ben." He shoved the letter in his pocll:et, locked up the sea chest, and started for the stable. When he reached the Grant home he found Nellie im patiently waiting for him. "It took you sorp.e time to get the horse," she said, looking at him. "No, something else delayed me. The most astonishing thing you ever heard of," he replied. "What was it?" she asked, curiously. "I'll tell you on the way. By the way, could I get a couple of stout cloth bags.rAnything that will hold a weight will do." "Why, what do you want with the bags?" she asked, opening her eyes. "That is part of my story." "I will speak to the cook," she said. "Wait for me." She walked around to the kitchen and came back with two Indian meal bags." "Will they do?" she asked. "I don't think they are big enough, but never mind, we will see when we get to the tower." "The tower!" she said, as he lifted her into her saddle. "Yes," he replied, vaulting on his own horse and starting for the gate. ".You remember I told you about the paper which I believed con tained the direction how to find the treasure sup posed to be hidden in the old watch-tower, and which I supposed the one-eyed sailor robbed me of?" "Yes," she said, expectantly. "I found that letter in the lining of the old jacket I wore at the time I lived in Littleton village." "'i ou did!" she cried. "Yes. That is what delayed me. I went home to return those old .papers to 'the mahogany box for I regard them as relics and I don't want to them. Here is the letter. Read it," and he passed it to her. Nellie did, and was astonished. "My, you will be able to get that money now, won't you?" she cried, eagerly. "I hope so. That's why I asked for the bagsto fetch it away in." "But they're not large enough. Let us go back and get bigger ones," she "No," said Tom, "let us find out if the money is there fir s t. Never count your chickens before they are out of the shells. I may be disappointed. Fift y years is a long time for money to remain undiscovered in a place so often visited as the old watch-tower. Who knows but it was found long ago?" "I hope not," she said. "I should be awfully disappointed if it wasn't there." So they rode along, talking about the money and wondering what was its value. In due time they reached the watch-tower, now completely lost in its coating of green ivy, and almost hid den from the road by the trees in their summer dress. They dismounted, tied their animals and entered the tower. Fortunately no visitors. were there then. 'I'om lost no time in hunting for the trap, and found it hidden under the rank vegetation. It took all his strength to lift it after cutting away the weeds. Tom had brought a candle and a trowel from his house. Lighting the former he descended, followed by the girl. Going to the designated corner, he began turning up the earth. At a depth of a few inches he struck a covered pot. "It is here," he cried, exultantly. It proved to be only a small pot, which he soon lifted out. Its weight convinced him that it could not be more than half full of gold. He could easily carry it. "We'll take it up into the light of day," he said. When the cover was removed the pot was found to contain a quantity of English sovereigns. It was less -than half full. Tom decided to take the pot as it stood, and used the bags to clean it off. On reaching the Grant home Tom exhibited his prize to Mr. and Mrs. Grant, and told his story from the day of old Ben Baxter's death. Naturally, the gentleman and his wife were astonished. The gold was turned out and the sovereigns counted. There were 2,000 of them, and their value amounted to about $9,680. Tom turned them into the Eastlake Bank next day, and returned Mr. Grant his $3,500, leaving him with a capital of about $7,000, not speaking of his collections, to run his paper with. When the political campaign started he issued the News three times a week, ieceiving s pecial advertising and a bonus from the members of the Republican Club. The Democrats induced the owner of the Standard to do likewise, but it did not pay him very well. It was a hot fight, and the News was particularly aggressive, and showed the Democratic regime up in a way that hurt the party. The Republicans won out. Tom was now cer tain of getting the town advertising and printing the next year, and he made his paper a bi weekly right away. The Standard followed suit. On the first of the year Tom enlarged his paper to eight pages, for he had more advertising than he could accommodate in four. The Standard couldn't afford to meet him, and so the News became the acknowledged leader. New factories came to Eastlake, for Tom boomed the town in great shape, and the News increased its circula tion. Thus Tom made his own luck by energy and push and by going it alone .. Next week's issue will contain "LITTLE DAN TUCKER; 01, MAKING BIG MONEY IN WALL STREET." LACE PAYS HIS WAY Ordinarily father pays son's college bills; occasionally son earns his own way, but there is a student enrolled at Iowa State College who not only earns his own way but supports his parents as well. G. iv.t:; Sinanian, a sophomore in veterinary med icine, receives lace from Armenia, pays 100 per cent. duty on it, sells it to Iowa folks and splits the proceeds with his people back in Armenia. He augments this income by doing odd jobs about the campus. He states that there is a ready and profitable market for the lace.


FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY 21 CURRENT NEWS '\ AURORA BOREALIS STOPS CARS The trolley cars of the Louisville, Ky., Railway t Company were held up for twenty-five minutes when the current was cut off by disturbances in the atmosphere created by the aurora borealis. THE "BREATHING CA VE" Near Prescott, Ariz., there. is a natuial phe nomenon: known as the breathing cave. Any one standing near the opening can feel the air rushing out, and if he waits long enough he can feel the current of air changing, so that it i s drawn back into the cave." ENGINES TUNED WITII PIANO A piano is used in an English locomotive works as a detector of hidden flaws. As the component parts are brought together for assembly, a man with a hammer goes all over each. If the metal rings true with a note on the piano then all is well, but if it is a trifle sharp or flat a flaw is indicated and can be remedied. A GLASS ROADWAY In fue Yellowstone National Park, along the base of the Obsidian Cliff, there is a glass road. The cliff through which the ro!i;d was cut is. of volcanic glass, jet black and quite with occasional streaks of red and yellow, and m the sunlight it gleams like a diamon

22 FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY H Id D B P When they arrived at the home of the commise own y overty sion merchant, the latter admitted himself with a key into the well-lighted hallway, and just as ) he did so a maid strvant camt) down the stairs. -ORA POOR BOY'S STRUGGLE FOR SUCCESS By GASTON GARNE (A Serial Story.) CHAPTER XX.-(Continued.) "Billy suspected the truth at once, but he got up the st.airs as fast as he could, only to find the room and the cords that had bound the boy on the floor." Griggs whistled in utter astonishment. "How could he do it?" "I don't know, but he did." "He's a wonder." "He's more than that to us." "That's true, and it kind of gives me the to think that we can't get the best of him. We've got a big job coming oft' in a few days, so we must do something to block him, for with his sharp eyes it's more than even chances that he'd spot the game and block it. I never saw such a kid, but it's his brains against mine, and I'll back myself to beat him." "What'll you do next?" "I'm not quite sure, but I've got the skeleton of an idea in my head at the present time. I don't think I'll bother with him on the next move, but as it's perfectly plain that he's dead gone on the girl, I may make the move that way." "I don't quite get you." "Well, the boss idolizes his daughter, and this young sprig is clean gone over her pretty face. What condition do you think either of them would be in to spot a little game if anything happened to her?" "Good! That's your chance?" "I think so, and I'll work out the plan in a day or two. The kid's looking this way." That was enough to cause Barrett to put an end to his polishing, for both he and Griggs had come to fear the sharp eyes of our hero. Late in the afternoon a few days later, a sailor came into the place, carrying a most beautifully carved chair of ivory inlaid with pearl in very fine designs. He came from a foreign port, and had often sold his curios to the commission merchant, and now showed the chair to him. Mr. Crossman was charmed with the chair, and as the sailor put a reasonable price on it he purchased it. "Christine will be delighted with it," he said to Harry, who was standing by at the time. "She is very fond of such things. Now, as the chair is very heavy for me, and I don't care to trust it to an expressman, suppose you carry it home to night for me when I go, and then you can be sure that Christine will thank you as well as me." "Certainly, sir," sand Harry, and was secretly pleased to know that he would have the pleasure of meeting the pretty girl "'!fO much in his thoughts. She caught sight of the face of her employer, and uttered a little scream, and then stood like a statue on the stairway looking at him as though unable to credit the evidence of her senses. "What's matter, Margaret?" asked Mr. Crossman, astonished at the odd conduct of the girl. "Why, sir," said the maid in a shaky voice, I never expected to lay eyes on you again!" CHAPTER XXI The Mysterious Disappearance Of Christine. Wondering what this was all about, HarryHale put the carved ivory chair down in the hallway, and looked from the master to the maid, who were staring at one another in a manner that might have been laughable had not the faces of both expressed such seriousness. "Margaret," slowly said Mr. Crossman, "did I understand you to say that you never expected to lay eyes on me again?" "Yes, sir." "And why?" "Because I thought you would likely be dead by this time." "For what reason?" "On account of the accident, sir." "What are you talking about?" "The accident that happened to you to-day. The note said that you were hurt so bad that you might not live an hour, and that is why Miss Christine ran out half dressed." "When was that?" he demanded. "About one o'clock this afternoon, sir." "And when did she come back?" quickly interposed Harry, who began to have a suspicion of trouble. ''She hasn't come back yet," was the reply of the maid, and then the commission merchant began to see that something was wrong, and hi$ limbs trembled so that he had to sit down. Harry saw that he was in no condition to pursue the in quiry, so he took the matter in hand. "Margaret," he said, speaking calmly, so as not to excite the maid and cause her to become be wildered in her answers, "just tell us what hap pened about one o'clock to-day." "Why," said the maid, "I was just passing through the hallway at that time when the bell rang, and when I opened the door I saw a littl& boy standing there with a folded note in his hand. He handed me the note, and asked me if this was the right place. "I took the note from him and looked at it. Miss Christine's name was on it, written in pencil, and so I told the boy that it was all right, and he went away while I called up the stairs. "Miss Christine came running down, and I handed the note to her. She looked at it and gan a little scream, and then she cried out: "'Oh, my poor papa, he will surely die!' (To he continued.)


FAME AND FO R T U N E WEEKLY ITEMS OF GENERAL INTEREST 23 ,,.-ASIA THE FIRST H OME OF MANKIND Discoveries made by R o y Chapman Andrews, hear of the American Museum of Natmal His t tory's expedition to China and Mongolia, indicate that the first habitation of men and of the giant land mammals of prehistoric time was on the Asiatic Continent. METALS FOUND IN VEGETABLES Cobalt and nickel have not been classed with the elements essential to food plants, but their quite constant occurrence in min11te quantity has b een lately shown by two European chemists. Twenty plants were examined, the parts used as food being preferably selected. Tl;iey included carrot onions, potatoes, spinach, lettuce, apricot s tomatoes, beans, such grains as wheat, oats, buckwheat and maize, one fungus. Nickel was found in all of these products, in proportions ranging from one part in 100,000 in tomatoes up to -0ne in 500 in peas. Cobalt was missing from carrots and oats, and the quantity in other vegetables varied from one part in more than .200,000 to three in 10,000 in buckwheat. PRODIGY A fourteen-year-old boy has been made a member of the Phi Beta Kappa Chapter at C olumbi a University. He is Edward Roche Hardy, Jr., of No. 419 West 118th street, New York. He i s believed to be the youngest person ever admitted to the Greek letter frate1nity, election to which is sole l y on a b .asis of scholarship. The boy is the son of Prof. Edward R. Hardy of New York UniV'ersity. His mother, Dr. Sarah Browne Belcher Hardy, has three scholarship degrees. At the age of five Edward entered New York University and took the course on school gardens. He made O\lt his own emollment blank. He entered Columbia at twelve in 1920 and became a senior in two and a half years. Edward's daily chum is his mother. Although he is still in short trousers he is very large for his age. Edward is said to have knowledge of twelve languages. He is also a student of history, sci ence and mathematics, and plays the piano, harp, violin and mandolin. He intends to become a missionary. GIANT STEEL HANDS WILL GROPE F O R LOST MILLIONS Immense steel hands will reach down through sixty-five fathoms of water and seek out the $5,000,000 in gold which sunk with the P and 0. liner Egypt six months ago off Ushant. Groping through the silences of the water, these almost human machines will feel thefr way to the vaults"of the ship where the gold was sto red. A Swedish engineering firm has agreed t o spend $500,000 to raise the gold. They a1e c o n fident of success If they do they will keep $3,000,000 and Lloyds, who met the heaviest loss in the shipwreck, will get the remainder. A specially eq u ipped submarine will b e sent t o the bottom when the wreck has b een defi nitely found. The hulk will be explored from all sid e s and accurate d1a1'ts made. Targets will then b e selected in the Egypt's hull and large t10les made with torpedoes. ExactlJ what will happen then is a daTk secret, except for the fact t11at a monstrous engineering device, rivalling the dreams even o f Jules Verne, is in preparation for the work. All that i.s known is that the human hand is the underlying motif of the scheme. The hands, attached to giant arms, will reach into tlie ship and grasp the chests of gold. The steel fingers will not relax, even though the water at that depth would crush a diver's helmet. The trertsure will be lifted at the sea bottom and then brought to the surface. Details of this romantic undertaking have been thrashed out by hard-headed b usiness men w ho are behind it and work will begin in May. It will last three summers. I f the project succ e e d s it will open up the prospect of. recovering unto l d millions n o w at the bottom of the sea. "Mystery Magazine" SEMI -MONTHLY 10 CENTS A COPY LA.TEl'IT llil'IUES 11 9 T RAILED BY A P R I V A i .rl!l DETECTIVE 1t7 Gottlie b Jacobs. 120 THE MOUSE TR.A.P, b y E dith Ses s i o n s 'l'upper 121 .A. R ADIO MYSTERY, by Capt T a c k Static 122 THE CL.AWING DEATH, by Beuhth Poynt@r A MASTER OF MILT,IONS. by Chas. F. 1 24 T H E SECRET OF ROOM 13, by Hamilton Craigle 1 25 SlX MONTHS TO LIVF., hy Ge'o Bronson-Howard. l2fl 8EAL8 OF WAX, b:V .Tnck Rechdolt. 127 CROOKS CONSPrnE. l.>y Harold F. Pod 128 THE l\fYRTERY OF THE BLUE CAR, by Ham llton 129 THE DETF.CTTVFJ AND THE LAW, by Frederick F Shuey, 130 'l'HE HAND rN THE DARK, bY. Clrns. F. Oursler. T h e Famous DPtective story Out Today i n 131 Is THE TRAIL O F T H E R OGUE B y GEORGE BRONSON-HOWARD HARRY E. 'VOLFF, Publish er, I n c. 166 'Vest 23d Street, New York City "Moving Picture Stories" A \Veckl y M agazine Devoted to Photoplays and P l aYert PRICE SEVEN CENTS PER C OPY Each contnins Foul' Stories of the B,st Films on the Screen -+-EJ.legaut llnlf-tone Scenes from the Plays -. About Prominent 1-'eopl e In the Films -Dorn.l\'s of Actors nnd Actresses iu the Studio Lessons iu Scenario Wl'iting. HA R R Y E WOLFF, Publishe r, Inc. 166 Wes t 2 3d S t., New York


24 FAME FORTUNE WEEKLY F a lling I nto His Ow n Trap B y HORACE APPLETON I n the whaling service the daug.hter or wife of a captain sometimes accompanie s him on the vo yage. Leila Vail, a beautiful young girl of seventeen, was with her father aboard the whaleship Or leans when that ve ss el went up into the Arctic Ocean for a cruis e T o see her standing on he quarter-deck: watch ing the huge icebergs as the ship glided pas t them, the crew might almost imagined thElRi the :fabled frost spirits which the E s kimo s imagine haunt thes e distant regions. Rather below than above the average height of women, Leila's skin was of a very s nowy white, her features regular. her eyes of a deep, clear blue, while her flaxen hair fell in showers down h e r shoulders Two men were watching her one morning, as she stood thus their1 eyes showing admiration. One was the fir s t officer, a :fine young fellow, n amed Dick Marlton. The other was Hal Warner, th'.3 s econd mate, a dusky man, whose mother was a Spaniar.d, and w h ose father was an American. Hal Warner had a dark, distrustful face, while around his thin lips and in his small black eyes t here rested an express ion of c r uelty, which alone prevented his being a hands ome man. Dick Marlton had dark hair, dark-brown eyes, a n d that rich olive complexion which we often notice in goodl ooking young sailors. The two men were rivals for the favors of Leila Vail. From the m oment they caught sight of the young w oman each had made up his mind to win her if po s sible She evidently preferred Marlton, who was the more intelligent of the two, but she was s o gentle and good that s he was afraid to s how her preference too openly, for fear of causing a quarrel between the rivals. She guessed that Hal was a man of desperate temper-that he was of a dark, revengeful nature-and so she had resolved not to be demonstrative regarding her choice, as long as she could possibly avoid it. This kept Dick Marlton in doubt, and made him rather sadden than had been his wont. Sometimes Leila would break off in the mids t of an earnest conversation with him, and sud denly seem cold and di stant, when, glancing up, Dick wou l d perhaps beho l d the second mate standing near. Then h e would ask himself which of them did she love? "See here," said Captain Vail, who was a bluff and hearty old skipper, more used to the lance M d harpo on than to English grammar. "See here, Dic k Just come here a minute, my lad. Dick was a t l h e t i me c onversing with Leila, who, ho wevert suddenl y said, "Goocl-morning, Mr. Marlton, and retired to the cabin The first officer a t o n c e glide d to t h e side of the captain, who then led him over t o starboard, out of hearing of Hal Warner, who was not far o ff, with eyes and ears wide open "See here, now," the skipper, bringi:g his hand upon t h e shoulder o f Marlton with a force whi c h almost knocked the young man down, "why do yo u stand shillyshallying around my girl in the way you do? If I had d one that way with Mrs. Vail, this girl"-pointing over his shoulder towards the companionway through whiCh Leila had di sappeared-"woul d never have been born. Dick s miled. "I give ,you permiss ion, ai'id if you don't cap t ure her in the tying of a square knot, then I'll swallow a marline spike." "Thank you, sir. "Come now, down you go into the cabin. I want this thing se ttled. I want to know who's going to be my s on-in-law before this cruise i s up." "But--but-perhaps she don't prefer me, sir; perhaps it is Mr. Warner. I s ho u ld feel awkward if. I s hould find this out. "Avas t there! you m11st heave the lead b efore you c a n find bottom. Away you go, now." Vail's m anner was so imperious that Dick found himself de scending the companion steps a s if he had been blo w n down them by a tornado. There sat Leila in the cabin, her elbow on her knee, her pretty cheek resting on h e r hand, her hair falling in showers about her bo s om. She looked up and blu s hed, not seeming at all di spleas ed whe n s he perceiv e d who had ente red. This embol d ened him. He glided to he r s id e and took one of her hands "Leila, will you be my wife?" ';!'he little 'beauty was completely taken by sur prise. Perhaps she felt gla d that he had at las t relieved her of the hard tas k of s o long con c e aling the true state of her heart. "Yes," she answered, softly but readily. And blushing very ied, she hid her face in his bosom. "Come here," said Captain Vail to Hal Warner. He came, and the captain pointed through the grating at the pretty picture down there in the ca.bin "You see, sir, you must 'tack ship' now," said Vail, laughing. "She prefers him, a nd is going to marry him." .../ The lover s hearing voice s glanced up, to dis cover they were observed Leila jumped up. "Oh, father, how could you!" she cried; and ran into her room, while Dick went on deck. He caught the eye of Hal Warner. Th.e latter' s face wa.s almost black with rage and Jealousy, and his little eyes seemed to fairly snap. "They are laughing, the captain and that Marl ton, over. their triumph," Hal; ''but as tru e as there is a sky above us, that fellow shall never marry L eila." For days he busied his brain, trying to hatch som e horri b l e plan for getting rid o f Mar1ton


FAME AND FORTUNE.WEEKLY 25 At last he believed that chance would favor him. Down in the fotehold were some large full water-casks which were to be hoisted to make room for others lashed on deck and containing oil. In case of a heavy blow the rail might give way, and these casks, with their precious freight, be carried overboard, never to be recovered. It was, therefore, better that water, of which there was a plentiful supply aboard, should be Jost than oil, wherefore the reason of the meditated removal. When the day should come for this work Mr. Marlton, as was his custom, would go down into the steerage hold to superintend the hoisting of the water-casks. "Are you sure that tackle is good and sound?" inquired the captain, glancing up at the guy which held the large rope secured round the main m<.Whead, to which the tackle-blocks were attacned. "I believe it is," answered Dick Marlton, "as I superintended getting it up." It was night when the captain put the foregoing question to the young man, a dark night, with neither stars nor moon. Soon after, it being Dick's watch below, he de scended into the cabin, Hal Warner, the second mate, having charge of the next watch. "Now, then, now is my time," said Warner, the moment he gained the deck. He glided amidships, and, glancing around him to make sure that the men were all in the forecastle at their supper, which had been unusually delayed this day owing to extra work, he mounted into the maintop. At length, breakfast being finished, all hands were summoned. Dick Marlton, the first man, jumped into the steerage, followed by most of the foremast hands. The hooks were soon fastened to an enormous cask. "Hoist away!" sang Dick, cheerily, and went at work to remove another. Up, up, up went the ponderous mass-no per !iOn under it. Warner trembled. "Mr. Marlton,'' he suddenly exclaimed, "I think that cask leaks in the bilge." Marlton was about getting under it to see, when he heard the voice of Captain Vail: "Can't spare time. Go ahead, Marlton, at what you are doing. Mr. Warner, you jump down and look at the under part of that cask. I'm in a hurry to have 'em all up. Hoist away, men," he :i-dded to those at the fall, who had stopped pull rng. Warner stood still. He was as pale as death, with great beads of perspiration on his brow. "vVhat do you mean, sir, by such actions?" cried the captain, shaking him. "I don't think it leaks, after all.," said he. "I believe I was mistaken." "Well, down you go and make sure," cried the captain, "if it's only to obey my orders." Warner made a motion as if to go, then slipped purposely and fell on the deck. He sat holding his ankle as if he had sprained it. Vail looked at him keenly. "I don't want you to go if you are hurt h'3 said. The darkness, as mentioned, was nearly im-penetrable, but the light of a lantern forward in The second mate rose.to his feet and limped as the forerigging, and another in the main, shed a if in pain, to carry out the deception. dim light sufficient to enable Warner to accom-Suddenly there was a slight snapping of the plish the dastardly purpose he had in view. tackle, when, forgetting himself, he ran to star-Gliding along the tackle-rope, with his pocket-board, thinking that the rope wasabout to part knife between his teeth, he finally reached the and anxious to get out of the way of the guy, upon which seating himself, he now delibthey should fall. erately cut 41to two of the strands of the tackle-Ho, he.!" cried Captain Vail, "so you did not rope, thus weakening it so that it would probyourself, after all? Now, then, down you go ably give way at a critical moment, when the rnto steerage and look at the bilge of that suspended cask was just so high, and Dick Marlcask. ton directly under it. Wa;rner would have put .it off longer, but the But how could Warner be sure upon this latter capt::>m pushed him into the steerage. point? "Under the cask! Come, lively nowt" The wicked are seldom at a loss for expedients He just crawled under and looked up, saymg: to carry out their vile purposes, and as Warner "No, it don't leak." returned to the deck a simple idea occurred to And then was about drawing quickly back him for inspiring the presence of Dick beneath when snap went the tackle-rope again, and the dangerous cask. the ponderous cask, falling and rolling over He would call upon Mr. Marlton, while the cask him. was being hoisted, pretending that he thought it When the cask was removed, he was a horrible leaked. spectacle to behold. He had cut the rope transversely in such a He lingered long enough to reveal, with that jagged way that no person would suspect that a sudden twinge of consciousness which sometimes knife had been used, but that the strand had comes over the dying, the terrible trick of which untwisted and broken, caused by the strain of the he had been guilty, to only fall into the trap he guy. had set for another. Eagerly Warner awaited the coming of dawn. He was buried in the deep waters that same At last the gray light stole around the ship, day, umegretted by a single man aboard. and the schemer was glad to perceive that it was Ten months later, Leila Vail and Marlton were a foggy morning. married.


26 FAME AND F ORTUNE WEEKLY FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY NEW YORK, APRIL 27, 1923 TERMS TO SUBSCR IBERS llniil C opleo ......... P o o toire lire On Copy Three l\.lonth. .... ,. One Copy Six Month. One (lopy One Year Canada, $ 4 .00 ; Foreian, $i.l50. 7 Cent.e 8 0 Clen t .1.7 6 8.60 JIOW TO SEN D MONEY At our r i a k Bend P. 0. Money Orde r Chec k or Realstered Letter; rerulttancee In any other way are at your r h k We acce p t Pos taae ttamps the same as caah. When aend!ng silve r wrap Coln In a s eparate piec e o f paper to avoid cuttln8 Mie envelope W rite your name &nd nddr esa plainly, A.4dret11 l e t ters te> IWl'PT JI:. Wolll", Prea. Cit.art .. B. Nylander, Seo. L I'. WU.bl, Treaa. }HARRY E. WOLFF, Publisher, Inc., 166 W. 23d St., N Y, -ITEMS OF INTEREST WORLD'S FASTEST RIVER The fastest fl.owing river in the world is the Sutlej, in India, which rises 15,200 feet above thesea and falls 12,000 feet in 180 mile s -SMOKESTACK GROWS TREE A tree is growing on the top of a smokestack o f an abandoned factory near Turners Falls, :Mass. Its sustenance comes from the moisture in the bricks. A COLLAPSING MOUNTAIN The surface of Black Mountain, near Carmel, P a., is slowly sinking on account of a fire in the c oal beneath. The fire has been raging for twelve years and eventually, it is feared, the side of the mountain will drop G .IRL'S DREAM SOLVES ROBBERY Mary Frances of North Charleroi, Pa., d1eamed she saw a paymaster of the Pittsburgh Coal Com pany held up and robbed of $40,000 on an interurban car and the subsequent hiding of the money. The dream not only has p roved true in every detail but has indirectly led to the arrest o f f our men charged with the crime. Fr.ank Fantanelli, who with his three brothersin-law is implicated, -has made a confession to the officials of Washington County, stating that the hiding Gf the money occurred just as Miss Frances had seen in her dream. Under arrest with Fantanelli are James, Pala dina and Savatani Marracini. Fantanelli denies any part in the crime, stating that while visiting his mother-in-law's home near Dunlevy, Pa., in J uly, 1921, he saw the three brothers bury a heavy sack under a barn in a ravine near the h ouse. Later Fantanelli visited the spot, dug up the sack and, while examining it, was seen by Mrs. Marracini, l1is mother-in-law, who toia him not to ha v e anything t o do with the money, at the' same time giving him $25. Later Savatani i\1arracini his brother-in-law, gave him $2,500 to keep the matter quiet. Mis s Frances dreamed she saw three men board a street car and the smallest of them open fire, wounding one passenger. The same short man gr.abbed a bag from the wounded passenger and they all jumped fro m the car and ran to where a red automobile was parked. They b oarded the car and rode to an ol d barn, where the short man dropped the bag into a hple. LAUGHS Sc out-Shall I mark time with my feet. Scoutmaster-Did yo u ever hear of marking time with y ou r hands? Sco ut-Yes, sir! Clocks....do it. She-If you were worth the million and I was poor, w o u l d you marry me? He-If you feel like transferring the fortune to me and taking chances I will give the matter my serious consideration Maud (earnestly)-! want to ask you a que s tion, George George (also earnestly)-What is it, dearest? Maud (still earnestly)-If you had never met me, would you have loved me just the same? Landlady-I believe in letting coffee boil for thirty minutes; that's the only way to get the goodness out of it. New Boarder (tasting his and leaving it)-You succeeded admirably, ma'am. "What's the matter -now?" asked the leading actor, as the manager tore a letter to shreds and stamped his feet. "Matter? That performanc e of yours is so infernally bad that this pers on demands that his name be stricken from the free list." First Summer Girl-You shou1d have slept with me last night, Tess. The man in the next room kept hollering "Cash! Cash!" all night long in his sleep Second Summer Girl-Wonder which he is-dry goods clerk or foreign nobleman? "What did Noah live on when the flood s ub sided and his provisions in the ark were ex hausted?" asked a Sunday-school teacher of her class. "I know," squeaked a little girl, after the others had given up. "Well, what?" inquired the teacher. "Dry land." -Aunt Ma1ia-Girls, here comes that young man who was out driving with Jennie the day she had two ribs broken. introduce him, quick! Aunt Maria-Yes, tl1e buggy turned over, and--Girls (sitting down again) -Oh, pshaw! Sally (the farmer's wife)-There's a letter from a London lady this morning, Timothy, as wants to take hopen-air cure at this 'el'e farm in the summer, and asks if we have a bathroom. What 'as I to say? Farmer-Write and tell her the truth at once, Sally. Say she'd better have her bath the day before she comes here-' 4


FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY INTERESTING NEWS ARTICLES 27 PRESERVING U. S. RECORDS The danger of disintegration of priceless documents of the United States Government was re-. vealed 1 ecently, according to the Scientific Ame1" ican, whe n Assistant Secretary Rose of the Senate the time-ravaged records of the first rcssi on of the Federal Congress in an unlighted, musty room beneath the terrace of the Capitol. Tlrn condition of the records was said to inell cate that unless properly cared for they would fall to pieces in a few years. The Monroe mes sage had been kept in the files of the Senate, and when taken out was so brittle it threatened to fall apart if opened It was placed in the hands of experts, who will attempt its preservation. SELLING "ELK" TEETH IS AN INDIAN GAME A fraud perpetrated by an obscure tribe of Northwest Indians fooled a trio of State Game Wardens from Olympia, Wash., to believe an im portant capture of elk tooth dealers had been m:

FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY THE NEWS IN SHORT ARTICLES SHIP TO COMBAT SLAVE TRADERS Revelations that the slave traffic still flourishe s in certain regions of Africa, over which the flags of Britain and France give nominal protection, have come as a shock to Paris. The adventurous days of slaver-chasing which provided material for the sea stories that thrilled the boyhood of the mid and 1atter Victorian era, may be revived as a result of the campaign being waged by the League for the Rights of Men. Premier Poincare announces that a couple of French warships have been sent on a cruise of the shores of Samoliland which is said to b e one of the chief centern of the traffic, while the French Minister at Addis Abbeba has urged the Prince Regent of Ethiopia to enforce very strictly the laws against A number of slave dealers have already been caught redhanded and hanged. Slave markets, it is alleged, are held openly at Djeddah and Mecca, to furnish which the coasts of Somaliland and the Sultanate of Tadjourah are scoured by Asiatic and Levantine merchants who even push on as far as Darfour, near the Abyssinian frontier, and to the boundaries of AngloEgyptian Soudan in search of the ebony beauties for which the latter region is reputed. BOY SCOUT ACCIDENTALLY HANGED Mrs. William C Whiston, 1331 Mansfield place, Brooklyn, N. Y., reached home at 6 o'clock the other evening from a shopping trip and found her thirteen-year-old son, Edward A., lying on the carpet of the hallway at the foot of the stairs. A lariat he had used in his Boy Scout work was around his neck, with tl}e other end made fast to a door knob at the top of the stairs. Mrs. Whiston called Patrolman Brown, who sent for Dr. Stevens of Kings County The surgeon said the boy had been dead two or three hours. Detectives Kinney and Johnson of the Vandeveer Park station in an investigation concluded that the boy's death was accidental. He wore his Boy Scout uniform and they concluded h had sto od at the head of the stairs and tried to asso the newel post or so me other object in the lower hallway, tying the rope to the door knob so he would not los e it. Mrs. Whiston said that he had only recently got the lariat and fi:e quently spent an hour at a time trying to cast it down the stairs and hook the post or a chair. When the mother left at 3 o'clo.ck in the afternoon her son was putting on his Boy Scout uniform. It is believed that almost immediately he went to the stairs to pra<;tice with his lariat, with which he must be proficient to be a good scout, and that in some way, when he went to throw it, he stumbled and his throat was encircled by ihe noo se. The surgeon said that he had been strangled, but that his neck was not broken. METROPOLIS DUG UP IN YUK.A.TAN WILDS The careful examination of the Maya ruins of C::hichenitza, just completed by the American scientist, Dr. Sylvanus G. Morley, has brought to light evidences of civilization dating back to the middle of the Fifth Century, A. D., which Dr. Morley says was the most advanced of any in the Western hemisphere prior to the discovery of America by Columbu s Dr. Morley said that the ruins of Chichenitza were very extens ive, the religious and civic cen, te_rs covering an area two miles long and one mile wide. Extending from this center in all directions for three to five miles are the remains of stone buildings. These include pyramids, platforms, terraces, plazas and paved roads, all now buried in a thick tropical foliage. They do not include the dwellings of the early people, which were more lightly constructed, and are now so obliterated that no trace of them has been found. In summing up this ancient American civil ization Doctor Morley said: "The ruins of Chichemtza are those of the largest city in the new Maya Empire, which was probably founded about the middle of the Fifth Century after Christ, by colonists from the old empire cities of Northern Guatemala. During this first period it was occupied for about two centuries, and abandoned for unknown reasons. In the middle of the Seventh Centmy the inhabitants moved toward the coast, where they stayed three centuries, returning to Chichenitza and re-establishing themselves there about 965 A. D. "It was one of a league of three cities, the others bemg Uzmal and Mayapan, which ruled Yucatan from the beginning of the Eleventh to the Thirteenth Century. It was a period of prosperity, with a renaissance of art, architecture and sculpture. New types of buildings were there erected, the temples showing columns cut with feathered serpents, dedicated to their patron deity, called Kukulcan, or Feathered Serpent. The great ball court, as large as a modern football field, was built and inclosed by massive walls 30 feet high and 25 feet thick. In this enclosure games were played not unlike modern basketball .the object being to drive a ball through fastened in the sidewalls "A new religious cult developed under which most of the beautiful young ladies were hurled to death in a great natural well 18.0 feet in diameter and 70 feet deep, as saci:ifices to the offended rai n deities during droughts. The fame of this sacred well spread far and wide, so that pilgrims came from a distance to make precious offe rings of carved Jade, copper, bell s pottery and incen se which were deposited in this well as sacrifices the rain gods. "Because of the extraordinarily spectacular character of her religious rites and ceremonies Chichenitza became the Mecca of the whole Mayan world. ''.It is diffic1;1lt to. make ai:i estimate of the popu lat10n of Ch1chemtza durmg the period of her greatest glory, but personally I think the whole Itza nation could not have numbered les s than a 9.uarter of a million, and possibly half a mil!Jon."


T01PRINT NEWSPAPER ON CEDAR SHINGLES The second edition of the famous s h i n g l e newspaper pub lished in Castle ; Rock, Wash., a few years ago is scheduled to appear soon. A spe cial edition of 50,000 copies of the Cowlitz Coun ty Advocate printed on redcedar shingles was issued as a protest against th e prevailing a n d advancing prices of print paper. Now the shingle newspaper will be sent broadcast to call attention to the legislation against the use of this material for roofing. Thirty States have passed laws affecting the continued use of shingles as roofing and other laws are proposed to limit their use in other ways, chiefly because of their destructibility by fire. Castle Rock is the centre of the extensive shingle industry of the Northwest and the adverse laws will ultimately cause industrial depression widespread over a large area. The old table press is being overhauled to withstand another run of cedar shingles through its roll ers. PERSONAL APPEARANCE is now more than ever the key-note or success. Bow Legged and Knock-l

THIS is the story of Bill Andrews-plain Bill Andrews. He was twenty-seven ;years oldmarried-the father of as fine a baby boy as you have ever seen. But Bill was just like thousands of other men. He ltad been forced to leave school and go to work when he was still young. He had taken the first thing that came along and he had worked as hard as he knew how. But sbme bow or other, he didn't seem to be getting anywhere. It was hard-terribly hard, sometimes-to make both ends meet. Sickness came-doctor's bills-the rent was raised-and all that sort of thing. Above everything else in the world, Bill wanted to go home some night and tell his wife of a raise in salary-of a promotion that would mean a happier, better home. I wonder if there is a man anywhere who hasn't had that same ambition, that same hope! But that increase in salary and that promotion never came. Indeed, once or twice Bill came mighty near losing his job. And then, one night, Bill came across an adver tisen;ient that told how men just like himself had gotten out of the rut and bad gone ahead-how men with no more education than himself had studied at hpme in their spare time-how the International Correspondence Schools would come to him and help him to develop his natural ability. Bill had seen that advertisement a,nd that familiar coupon many, many times before. For two years he had been promising himself that he would cut it out and send it to Scranton. He knew that he ought to do it-that he should at least find out what tho I. C. S. could do for him. But he never had. And he might not have sent in the coupon thi1 time, either, but for the few words under a picturo ulled "The W ;irning of the Desert": "On the Plains of Hesitation bleach the bone of countless millions who, at the Dawn of Victory, sat down to wait-and waiting, died." Bill read that over two or three times. "Tho Plains of Hesitation!" "The D .awn of Victory I" These two phrases kept ringing in his ears. They worked their. way into his very soul. So he clipped that coupon, marked and m11ilcd it to Scranton. ...__.rj_ .. .----, __ Bill told me the other day that he was surprised how interested he became in his lessons-of the personal interest the teachers at the I. C. S. took in him-how his employers learned about his studying and saw evidence of it in his work. "The most important moment in my life," say Bill, "was that moment four years ago when I sent in that I. C. S. coupon. And the happiest moment of my life was when I went home with the news of my first real increase in salary and my first real p'romotion. If I hadn't sent in that coupon I'd still be working at a humdrum job and a small salary." Won't you let the I. C. S. help you, too? Won't you trade a few hours of your spare time for a good job, a good salary and the comforts that go with it? Then mark the work you like best on the coupon below and mail it to Scranton to-day. That doesn't obligate you in the least, but it will be your big step toward success. Do it now! -------TEAR OUT HERE---..... -.-. INTERNATIONAL CORRESPONDENCE SCHOOLS Box 4600, Scranton, Penna. Without cost or obligaUon, please tell me how I can quality tor the .ooaitlon or in the subject bt1/or which I have marked an X: BUSINESS TRAININO DEPARTMENT IBuainesa Manneemont 8 Salesmanship lndustT1a1 Manae-ement Adverthlna: Personnel Or&"aulza.tloo !Better Letters Trame Management Jl"orel&n Trade / Business Law Stonoerapby and TJDln linnldne and Bankinu: I.iaw Business Engliab Accountancy Unoludln" C.P.A.) Clvll Bery-lee Nicholson Coat Accountln11: B&!lway Mall Clerk Booklteepin& Corumon School Subjects Prlvote Secretary High School Subject Business Spanish D ll'ronch O C3Itoonllla TECHNICAL AND INDUSTRIAL DEPARTMENT Readlng Mechanical Eua:ineer Contractor and Builder Mechanical Draftsman Architectural Draftsman Machine Shop Practice Concrete Builder U.ailroad Positlons Structural Eneineer Gas Eni:lne Operat1n& Plumbing and He&tin11 Civil En&inoer Chemistry D Pbarma07 Surveylllll: and ?d&PD!na Automobile Work \ Metallurgy Navi&"atlon Steam En1!n1erln11: Arr!cultur<1 tnd Poult.r7 Radio D Alrl>lana En1ln11 Matbematlca Name ........ .... .................. rs,. ... ..... ,,,,.,,_,.,,u,.ttu-1.uouuo ... ... .,,,,,,,.._ Street e.:us.2a Address .. u .. .u_.ovu.1u.tt-. Clty ................... ......... ,,.. t ...... State ......... .:., ........................... t.,.,. Clonal' OorrHPO' ndnc Oano4ia1t, Limlt

HOT E LS USE PEWTER SPOONS A custo m recently put into practice by o n e of New Y ork's largest hotels is a sin gular reflection upon the honesty o f the so ca ll e d !human race. Din e r s are served throughout the chief c ourses with the fine s t of 'f il verware, but with their demi-tass e they are given a cheap pewter s poon that oears not even the name of the hos telry. This indignity i s not inflicted upon the .casual diner, or upon the gues t who make s h i s res idence there, but let there be any p u b lic functio n o r banquet hel d a t that hotel a n d the guests w ho have been sitting thr augh the dinner in antici p a t ion o f the little silver s ou venir d emi-tasse s poon to tak e h ome to the w ife and k id dies as evid e nce that they reall y did attend a business banquet are d oomed to disappointment. It has bee n found by experienced hotel men, that whereas all the rest of the tableware i s safe in almos t a n y kind of a gathering, a demi-tas se spoon is never safe fro m s ouvenir h unters. The man who w ould shudder at the. thought that h e might sometime, entirely by a ccident, avoi d paying his s ub way fa1e o f t e n regards the hotel's demi-t a s s e spoons as his o wn. ladie e plat. finis h and when you receive it depoait $3. 15 w ith postman and the ring is yours for keepe--no m ore to pay-atiafadlon uar o.ntd or money abolul ly refunded w ithout any red tape, ii you don't l ike the rina wUhln 1 day.wear. ARTEX DIAMO N D S have !:d 'i:1k --alrnoet dcfyina: life time ex .. perts. They etnnd the dia m ond test. Orde r by number. rin& d esired;eize ab own hyat ripof paperend to end around your fin ger jojntr.. let or men front) to r in ea. \adiH braced.old or more All Artex Diatnon d rlnss are on o ondJtion all y t 1 l s n o t a vibrator. but a J {I IU'tP I, f if fl ctenui ne l1ealth help1n&:. life pro longing appuatus A s electrical manufacturers we also build lllgh Freq uen c y M acblnes. lncludlng our new COMBlNA1' JON "Bi ah Ray" o r t n oth e r word s "VIOL.ET R A Y. Be sure t o write tor FREE BOOK. It tor men a nd women who want t o become healthy vigorous and ef!icl. ent. Address: ROCHE ELECTRIC MACHINE CO., Dept. :R.K-:& GRAND RAPIDS, MICH. MUSIC TAUGHT JI! J J) 2/i In Your Home. Write today for our boo kl et. Jt t el11 how to learn to play Piano, OrQ"a.n, Violi n Guitar. B a n j o ete. B eginners or advanced p u pils, Ameriun School of Music. 17 lakeside Bldl! Chica.e:o L&ra-e ohlrt manllfacturer wants airente to sell c omplete Une ot ahtrta, paJamu, and n l1

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