The no-good boys, or, Downing a tough name


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t-a.unt .died in a shriek of terror that blended with the engine's frantic warning. "A coward; a.m IP" uttered .Toe. "I'll show you!" The words came as he dashed headlong after ihe horse that was luring both to instant, awful destruction!

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WIDE A WAKE WEEKLY A CO}f'PLETE EVERY WEEK . Iuwed Weeklg-By Svbacriptlon $ 2.50 per vear. Jllntere4 acoorcitll g to .ti.ct o f Co1tgre811, ill tM 11ear 1900, in tlf,e ofNe ., the Librarian of Congreaa, WaahlngtoK, D. C., by FrCMk 24 Union. Sqw,are, Neto Yor. No. 6 NEW YORX, XAY 2'5,, 1906. Price I CHU TfiE 'BOYS; .... OOWfilfiG A TOUGtf fiA{E ..... ..... J B y A HOW AR D DE W IIT. CHAPTER 1. A BULLY B.A.NG FOR SPITll. Joe Burton kicked over a cha.ir with savage emphasis as he glared at the men. "Confound thieves, anywa.y !" he muttered. Frank Holden turned in mild surprise "But, Joo, these fellows aren't thieves," h e pro tested. "Tl;tey're working for a living." "I know it." "They have to do just as they're told, or lose their jobs." "Oh, I haven't any gmdge against those men over yon der-not even against the foreman," Joe Burton made haste to say. "Of course they're working for a living, same as I'd like to. But, if I' only had some of the real railroad people here--" "You'd--what ?" asked Frank, wonderingly. "I'd borrow Bill Rogers's gun and turn it loose on 'em that's what I'd do!" "Then you'd get in prison, Joe. Y ou can't shoot every body you do:'t like." "More's the pity!" growled Joe. There was a savage scowl on the face that us u ally was a stranger to ugly looks. Yet J de Burton had good and abundant rearon for being savage this glorious May afternoon. As he and Frank Rolden sat on the back porch of the little home that was Joe's all in the world a n d Frank 's, too, for that matter-the boys looked off upon a scene that was calculated to stir the bile of any American citizen whose toes were being trod on in the same fashion. Joe was seventeen now. His fathJr had been dead since he was four years old. Mr. Burton had left his family this li ttle house, a smal l stable and twenty acres of land. The whole had been bought twenty years before for the sum of eight hundred dollars, but values in and around Stony Brook had risen s ince then. Mr s Burton had supported J oe--and also Frank, the orphan son of an old friend-by her earnings as a dress maker. But Mrs. Burton had died a year before this narrative opens. She had left barely enough to afford a decent burial. Since then Joe had kept the place going-somehow. He had left school and had worked at all sorts of jobs. He had peddled, he had made amateur photographs for summer visitors, he had served as guide to hunters, he had taken out parties in his dingy old sailboat lake -in a hundred and one ways he had turned to to make shift. Frank Holden was a weak youngster at best. He was good and staunch, brave and truthful, and a great student He wanted to leave school and try to work. but of this Joe would not he1-1r,

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "It doesn't cost anything to go to public school," Mr. Downey could sell his place, at a handsome figure, Joe in sisted. "You want to study and make something of to a manufacturing concern that wanted the property. yourself. The Burtons always meant that you should. Now Yet Mr. Downey's land would be of no value to the thit I'm the only Burton left I'm going to take the job manufacturers unless Joe sold his little place to the railin hand." road, to be used as freight a.rid switching yards. And 'so it had rested, against all protests. t Farmer Downey, therefore, was still waiting for a chance Left alone in the world, but with this little property as to' sell his place. He was fretting and fuming over the his possession, Joe, being a minor, had to choose a guardp eighteen thousand dollars in good, hard cash that was ian. held up by Joe's refu.sal to sell his home for less than half He had asked Lawyer Stone, a kindly, not very energetic what it was worth. old attorney, to act his guardian. Lawyer Stone, having Other people, too, in Stony Erook, felt that their chances accepted, the court appointed him. of prosperity were being held back by Joe's stubbornness There was nothing for a guardian to administer but the So far had this feeling gone that Joe oould no longer little homestead. Joe wanted to keep the old home and get work from the store-keepers or farmers. live there, so his guardian had consented. "He's no good, that boy," declared Farmer Downey, anN ow had come the railroad and severa l corporations. grily. They wanted to build up Stony Brook into something of Other folks took the same view. Joe had become somea manufacturing cepter. thing of an outcast in the village in these last few months, Much land was needed for the purpose, and prices of where he had once been tremendously popular. real estate had risen. Naturally, Frank Holden, from being Joe's friend, beThere were many who hinted that the railroad, which came 'tno good" also. was taking more land than it seemed likely to want, was "How ever do those boys get along?" demanded one really condemning land with a view to selling it back woman, spitef\llly "I can tell you, for I've been missing later to some of the manufacturing corporations. things from my wood-shed, and off the clothesline, too! Some of the first people who sold land to the railroad Those boys steal for a living!" sold cheaply and were sorry. So widely had this story spread, and so thoroughly was Others, getting wind of what was in the air, held out it believed, that our hero found people turning their faces for better prices. Those who had the money to make a away when he approached them. good fight won their prices. Others, who could not stand As for Frank, that poor, sensitive, dependent boy had the expense of :fighting through the courts, let their lands been obliged to quit school the week before. He claimed go at the railroad's prices. not to be "feeling well,'' but the truth was that the other Joe's guardian had been offered fifteen hundred dollars boys at school made his life misery to him. for the Burton property. Lawyer Stone had referred the And now, on this bright May day, things were coming railroad attorney to JQe himself. swiftly to a head. "I wou't sell at any such price," Joe promptly declared. Though the railroad had not yet bought Joe's poor little "It isn't ianywhere near what you're paying for other property, yet for a week men had been working on the property in this neighborhood." land. "It's all we'll pay," persisted the attorney. They had been grading and getting ready to lay tracks. "Then I won't sell. Just :figuring on the basis of what To-day, close to the unused little barn, laborers were you've paid other people around here, I want four thouputting up a tum-table. It would be almost finished by sand dollars, and I won't take a cent less." night. This turn-table ma rked the center of the freight "But we've got to have this land," retorted the railroad yards tl1at the railroad peo:Ple" proposed to put on the land. attorney, sharply. Joe had warned the railroad laborers off the land. They "Then pay for it, like men," said Joe, "Don't had only grinned at him. It was out of the question for try to come around and rob a boy." Joe to fight forty husky men, so all he could do was to "We'll condemn the land, and get it through the courts clench his hands, grit his teeth, and bear the outrage as -that's the law when a railroad needs land for improvebest he colliff. ments,'' warned the attorney. Of our hero could have appealed to the courts, "1 know :it," said if oe, simply. "But if you have this but Lawyer "Sterne had told him that it would take thou land condemned by the courts you'll to pay a -go0a sands of dollars to put up a legal battle against the wealthy deal more than you're offering me .,;' railroad company. "Thelfe are other waxs, and you haven't got the money "Oh, what's the use of being a boy, and poor?" groaned to fight,'' warned the attorney. Joe, as he watched the railroad laborers working bu8ily at That had been six months ago. The :ailroad was ac-the turn-table "A poor boy hasn't any rights!" tively pushing its work around Stony Brook now; but Joe "Especially when he's a 'no-good' boy," hinted Frank, had not sold. with a smile that was meant to hide the pain. Back of his place was the farm of William Downey. j "That's what folks are all saying!" cried Joe, fiercely,

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS . I his cheeks flaming. "They call us 'the no-good boys,' and folks who ought to be Christians hint that we get our liv ing by stealing-you and I, Frank, who would sooner starve any day! But we' ll show folks y e t, Frank, old f e llow, whether we're no good Tough luck, and likely to be helplessly hungry any day, and the n, on top o f it all, a tough name to live down! Is it any wonder I m s ore on the world? And we' r e not th ieves, F r a.nk, b u t the v i c tim s of thieves who have money enough to found bank s with!" ".T ust how much money have we now?" whi s pered Frank, hoping to change the thou g ht s of h i s friend' s t h ough ts. "Fourtee n dolla rs and n ine cents!" pro mptly replied Joe, with the exactness of one who had cou nt e d the money over many times in secret. "That would be wealth, Frank, if I could get work to do; but I've got to stay here and watch this place, and nobody in Stony Brook will give me a sight at any kind of work to do. Oh, it's--" Screech Toot! Rumble Past the front of the house whizzed an express train. The nearer track was barely twenty-five feet from Joe's lowly little front door. I tlream at night that the train is steaming right through the house," laughed Frank. "It'll come to that soon, I suppose," Joe retorted, glumly. "Company," said Frank, as he caught the rumble of buggy whe els and turned. Joe, who had been sitting on the top step of the porch, shying pebbles at objects around him, turned his scowling face toward the buggy. "Mr. Stone, eh? Good!" cried Joe, straightening up. "You needn't come, Frank. I want to talk to my attorney a.lone." "Lively doings, Joe, lad, lively doing s," commented the old lawyer, shaking his head as he pulled in his old gray nag to a stop. "And you call this a free country!" cried Joe, bitterly. "A free country, and yet I haven t the power to stop thieves from coming and making themselves at home on my place. 'Ihey're stealing everything from me." "Wil have our laws, and our court s of course," replied Lawyer Stone, solemnly. "I could go into court, of course, and get an injunction to stop the railway p e ople. But they'd appeal, and then set on a regular legal battle, so what good would it do?" "What right," demanded Joe, fiercely, those fellows to put up their turn-table on my land?" "No right at all, of course," the lawyer replied "It ain't their land, is it?" demanded Joe. r (. "No." "It's my land, ain't it?" "Certainly, Joe." "And yet I can't put those men off the land." ,. "You could, if you were strong enough," the lawyer re plied. "And I can't put that turn-table off this land?" "Why, yes, you can, Joe, if you have the money to pay fo:r doing it. But it would have to be done dilling the night, and in one night at that, and it would cost a lot of money to move that heavy iron structure that weighs tons." "Oh, I could move the turn-table in the night, then, could I?" Joe asked, a queer little gleam coming into his e yes. "Yes, if there are no railroad men about to stop you." "Could they do wything to me in the courts for mov ing it?" ":No, Joe, this is still your land." "If I moved the turn-table, do I have to be careful not to s c rat c h it?" Burton demanded, sarcastically. "Oh, no,'' came the laughing reply. "You can move it in any way you see fit, and with no regard to how much damage you d o to the afore s aid turn-table." "In ANY way ? And the railroad people can't have me arreated ?" Joe Burton persisted. "That' s a s tatement of your rights, Joe. Why? What's passing in your mind?" "Oh, nothing!" sighed boy, heavily. "But I'm glad to know my rights just the same." As Lawyer Stone drove on, Joe came thol}ghtfully back to the porch. "Frank," he asked of his sixteen-year-old friend, at last, "are you feeling fairly strong to-day?" 1...-"Oh, yes!" came the cheery answer. "Could you get on my old wheel and aa tar as Lin:coln and back?" "Yes. Why?" "Get the wheel out, and I'll tell you." Darting into the house, Joe went to his hiding-place in the chimney, from which he drew out the little cloth bag containing all the money he had in the world. Sighing, he counted out some money. Carefully hiding the rest of the little hoard again, he hurried out to the back door. Frank was already there with the bicycle, an old-fash ioned, patched-up wheel that had seen many better days. "Frank, and Joe's voice sank to a whisper, "go over to the s tore in Lincoln and buy five pounds of gunpowder. Be sure you don't spill any of it on the way." Holden s usually pale face went as white as chalk. "Joe," he gasped, "you don't mean--" "I don't mean to do anything wrong. You ought to. know that," Joe repfied, doggedly. _"I've just been talking with my lawyei: . Whatever I'm going to do I have a right ... thajvpnougP. for you, Fi:!l-nk ?" "Quite enough," gulped Holden. Though shaking, he mounted the wh,efll and rode away. "Perhaps other folks besides railroad people can play at being queer," grunted the boy, as he sat down in the porch. There was a new and more meaning gleam in his eyes as he watched the noisy work of the railway laborers. Thus he sat, for perhaps half and hour. Then ,,

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. Pit-pat! pit-pat! How well Joe knew that sound And how quickly he colored as he heard it. Tess Downey on her saddle ma.re. Tess, the prettiest girl for miles around! Joe worshipped her! And Tess ? If she cared for Joe she had a mighty clever way of hiding the fact. A proud little beauty at all times, dark-eye d Tess seemed to take an especial delight in flashing her eyes scornfully at poor Joe, who would have been happy at the privilege of dying for her. But Joe bore all her wilful, haughty ways, hoping that, some day,_ she would know him better and think ll\.ore of him. Now, as Joe looked around, Tess had just slowed her mare down to a walk. 1\Iore than that-wonder of wonders !-she was smiling at the boy in an amazingly friendly way that actually \rarmed the friendless boy's heart. "Good aft'ernoon, Joe!" she hailed, pleasantly. Good afternoon, Tess Joe answered, scra.n{bling ea gerly to his feet and running to meet her, removing his battered old cap in the most graceful salute that he could make. As he stood beside her horse, Joe held his cap in one ham1, standing up stiftly straight, like a soldier, and ihg frankly into her smiling eyes. "I'm glad to see you're sensible la st, Joe," was Tess's next greeting. "How's that?" smiled Joe, whose he.art was thumping a measure of joy against his ribs. "Why, you've sold your place to the railroad, I mean." "I haven't done anything of the sort, Tess!" he cried, his face darkening swiftly. "Then what are those men putting up the turn-table for?" asked the girl, in surprise. "That's just it-the big, rich thieves!" blurted poor Joe. Then he broke into angry ta1k against the railway people. "Why don't you sell, Joe?" Tess asked, at last. "Because the thieves offer me only fifteen hundred dol lars. My price is four thousand dollars. It's a fair price, going by what other people around here are getting. Law yer Stone says I'm right, and to hold on until I get it." "You'll never get it," said Tees, shaking her shapely head. "I should think you'd sell, Joe. Papa was talking, last night, about what a good chance you had to make something of yourse1f-'in the world." "How?" Joe demanded. "Why, he you aught 'to sell at tie rail'foad's E!ice, put the money in th'e bank, go to work:,1 get some toad clothes and be respectable." Joe flushed hotly as hf;) glanced swiftly down at the very seedy clothes that he wore--his best, and all that he had in the world. i Papa said tha} if you worked hard until you were twenty-one, then your money in bank would amount to quite a good sum, and you could buy a store and settle down as a respectabie and respected business man in the community." "Would you care if I did, Tess?" Joe asked, anxiously. "Why should I care?" Tess demanded, one of the old time flashes in her eyes that made Joe's heart sink again. "Oh, yes, of course I would care," she went on more gra ciously. "I don't like to see any young Americ&n fello w growiv.g up like a tramp." "A tramp?" Joe did not repeat the words aloud, but under his breath. Was that the way she regarded him. "It isn't bad advice, Joe," Tess went on, tightening her bridle and looking at a little more pleasantly. "Think it over." "I will," promised dazed Joe. "Get up, Daisy!" Without any nod of good-bye, Tess cantered away. "Sell to the railway-save up-get-business-be re spectable. Be !" ra.n. dully through the boy's mind as he went limply back to the porch and sat down. "I wonder if Tess'd care if I did?" It was a wonderfully tempting bait! Joe Burton cared more for pleasing Tess Downey than he careu for anything else on earth, except his own honest seH-respect "Be respectable!" he groaned. "Then Tess means plainly that I respectable now. She's like the others and calls me a 'no-good boy !' For another hour in that noisy afternoon Joe battled between despair and the temptation to sell outright to the railroad. Then Frank came back with the powder. Joe started, guiltily. He wasn't anywhere near so sure, now, that he wanted those five pounds of black, shining stuff. "Oh, well, I ca.n. sell it again, if I don't want it," he muttered to himself, as he put it carefully away in the bare little front parlor Frank Holden asked no questions as he ate the coarse supper that Joe presently set out for them. The day's work was over, and the labo rers gone. Once more the boys sat out on the back porch, both si lent. "Would it really make a.ny difference with Tess if I gave into the railway people?" Joe asked himself, a.gain and again. Then, at last, the thought flashed upon him: '"This is 1all old Bill Downey's doings. He wants me to sell, so he can get the money for his place. He's mad at me. That 11idn't do him any good, so he got to talking to Tess, in hop'es she'd be able to get me in line. Bill Downey, that won't do you any good, either, if you are Tess's father! I won't be made any fool of for anybody, by-hang!" It took ten minutes more for Joe Burton to get his cour age up to the sticking point. Then he disappeared into the house. He came out again by the front door. Frank started and

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. paled when he saw Joe running silently toward the turnForeman Garvice's face was black with wrath. table. "This is a pretty how-de-do!" blurted the foreman, Half and hour later Joe came walking briskly back. stormily. There was a gleam in his eyes that showed that business "What's wrong?" Joe asked; pleasantly. was afloat. "As if you didn't know! That turn-table-" "Let's take a little walk, Frank, old fellow," he pro"Oh, I can't be held responsible for any railroad propposed, hurriedly. "No time to lose, either." erty that you leave lying around loose on my land." Shivering a little, though the evening was warm, Holden Foreman Garvice swallowed Hard, as if he were choking. rose and moved off at his chum's side. Then he blurted out: They had not gone far down the road, when-"You young whelp, you'll find that it's a mighty seriBANG BOOM: l The two explosions made the ground ous business, blowing up other people's costly property." tremble as if in an earthquake shock. "Who said I blew it up?" Joe demanded, smilingly. "Oh, Joe! What--" Frank began, gaspingly, as he "Who else did, if you didn't?" roared the purple-faced clutched at his friend's arm. fellow. "It's all right," returned Joe, coolly, though his voice shook a little. "The turn-table--" "Exactly," nodded Joe. "I was within my rights, too. Lawyer Stone said so. Frank, old chap, that squares me some with the railway thieves. Wasn't that a bully old bang for spite?" Joe led the way back to the house. "Want to come out and look at the turn-table, Frank?" "N 0-0-0-0." "All right! I'll be back in 3; minute." There was a dark, but delighted, grin on Joe's face as he came back from a look at what was left of the turn table. "I didn't get it off the land, Frank, but I moved enough of it so that the railroad folks will have to put in a new turn-table if they want to use one. Now, maybe they'll settle with me. Come on to bed before folks come around to ask questions. But don't be afraid, Frank, old They can't do nothing to me. It's on my land. They can't do anything to me-Lawyer Stone says so!" CHAPTER II. THEN THERE WAS A ROW Joe Burton peered through the blinds the next morn ing with a happy smile on his face. The first of the railway laborers ha d gotten along. These were standing staring, in dazed fashion, at what was of the big turn-table. Most of it was there for that matter. The five pounds of powder hadn't boosted much of the material. But the big explosion had wrecked the turn-table, machine, so completely that it couldn't even repaired. 1 Frank Holderi had gotten over trembling. was very white, yet very firm and hard, as he stood at Joe's side peeking through the blinds. "'I'here's the foreman," came, in a chuckling whisper, from our hero. "Whee I Don't he look mad! Hullo! He's coming this way, and in a hurry!" Just a few moments later there came a sharp tap-ta.p on the back door. Joe pulled it open promptly. "The puzzle-counter is two aisles to the right," Joe grinned. ''Don't stand around asking fool questions." "You'll find out-a whole lot of things!" roared Gar-vice, shaking his fist at the boy. "I hope so. Live and learn! It's a fool who wastes a whole day without learning anything," quoth Joe, smiling hard from sheer good humor. With an angry snort, Garvice turned on his heel and tramped away. All the laborers were on hand now. First putting them to work to get down the wreck of the turn-table, and leav ing his foreman in charge, Garvice went off to telephone. He soon came back in a hurry, shouting orders that caused his men to drop their work in a hurry. "He's telling_ his men to stop until the railroad's lawyers look over the wreck," Joe called softly into the kitchen, where Frank was washing the few breakfast dishes. Leaving half a dozen men to guard the place, Garvice led the rest of the gang away. "It's going to be a holiday on the Burton farm to-day," Joe called in, mockingly, to his chum. Then all was so quiet and dull that Joe wen.t inside, picked up one of Frank's few books, and began to read. Thus the forenoon passed. The boys ate the:ir dinner with a queer sense that something was going to happen. "Here comes a new crowd," called Frank, early in the afternoon. Joe dropped his book and stole to the window, peeking out through the blinds. "That's Stillman, the railroad lawyer," Joe announced. "He's the same chap, you remember, that tried to bluff into selling." "Who are those men with him?" Frank asked, curiously, for Stillman was accompanied by three other men. know. detectives, perhaps." Sti.llman and his companions explored the wrecke'1 turn table for some minutes. Then they came to the door and knocked. "Good afternpon," Frank greeted, pleasantly, as he opened the door. "Where's that other young scoundrel?" demanded Still man, gruffly. "Meaning me?" smiled Joe, appearing behind his friend.

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' THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "See here, Burton, what rascally business have you been .Toe. "'I'hen we'd find some fun in living. Frank, I guess up to?" ground out the railway lawyer, savagely. I'll go over and take a look at the turn-table." "What are you talking about?" Joe came back. He rose and walked away, looking rather curiously at "That turn-table--" Nobby Blake, who was still standing beside the battered "Oh I Your folks must be more careful, after this, about piece of railway property. leaving their property on other folks' land," smiled Burton. "Here, there!" hailed Nob, pompously. "You'll find out all about that!" roared Stillman, while "Hullo!" greeted Joe. his three companions looked on, silently. "Get back there!" "What do you mean, sir?" Joe asked, pretending to be "What's that?" mystified. Joe halted in sheer amazement, for N obby's voice was find there's a law in this land, Burton!" not only commanding, but pompous. "Law?" smiled Joe. "Oh, yes, if you want to know any"Get back there, I say I" roared Nob. "You can't come thing about the law, I'll refer you to an expert. Go to over this way. Now, then, are you going to get back?" Lawyer Ephraim Stone, in the village. He handles all my The funny side of being ordered off his own land, and legal business, and he's a good one. You can't do better by a lanky, insignificant snip like Nob, struck Joe all at than go to him. Good day!" once. Bang! Joe's door shut noisily in the faces of his callers. He actually turned and walked back toward the house, Then our hero smiled meaningly at his chum as they as if afraid of Nobby Blake. stood behind the door and heard the railroad people stamp But Nob, mistaking the signs, came strutting over in our heavily away. hero's tracks. "Why, they've called off the laborers that were watch-"You needn't go over to that tum-table any more," ing over at the tum-table this morning," Frank hinted Nob by. presently. "Who says so?" asked Joe, with mock meekness. "Storm's over, then," laughed Joe. "Let's go out and "I do." enjoy the sunshine." "And who on earth told you to say it, Nob?" demanded Their old sea.t on the porch the boys occupied once young Burton, seatiJJ.g himself on his porch, and looking more. Frank began to study, Joe reading an old maga-at the other youth. zine that some one had given him months before. "The railroad folks," replied Nob, with importance. "Why, there's Nobby Blake over there,!' whispered Frank, "They've hired me to see that you don't cut up any more glancing up from his book and looking in the direction of monkey shines." the shattered tum-table. This announcement the young fellow delivered with such Joe looked up, quickly. "Nob by" Blake was a rather positiveness that our hero did not, for a moment, doubt lanky-looking youth of eighteen. His nickname came from him. the fact that he seldom dressed much better than a tramp. But Joe looked up shrewdly at Blake. He was not a pleasant fellow, either, though Joe had al"Nob, I guess you've got your job twisted. You seem ways tried to treat him well, because "Nobby" was Tess to think that the railroad folks want you to a.ct as a sort Do wney's cousin. of special policeman. Now, as a fact, I guess they mean "Wonder what he's doing over there," murmured Fra nk. for you to snoop around here on the quiet, and do the "Don't care much," Joe grinned. "There ain't anything dirty work of a mean, common spy?" over there that he can hurt much." "Who's a spy?" demanded Nobby, fiercely. "Good afternoon, boys. Just came over to put your "You're not," laughed Joe. "You're too transparent. house a J;>it to rights. I guess it needs it, don't it?" Any one can see right through you. But, just the same, Miss Mehitable Strong had just crossed the railway track. that's the dirty job the railroad folks expected of you." She belonged to the village home nlissionary society, and "Is it?" blazed Blake, fiercely, and shooting his chin believed that all charity began at home. One of her hob-out ta!Jtlitlihgly. "Then they ought to have hired you, and _bies was to come. once a week and do what she could to not me. I ain't one of the 'no-good boys.' straighten out the i;nterior of Joe's "bachelor hall." "Stop that," warned Joe, his face blackening. "It's awfully gQodof you, Miss Strong," Joo murmilied, : "I don't steal," went on Nob, wickedly. gratefully. e r 'loT, h "Do you FIGHT, then?" whipped out Joe, swift a.s a "Is it?" chirped Miss Mehitable, as she pranced fu over fl.ash, as be leaped to his feet. the sill. "Being good's one of my specialties, Joe. And "Don't you dare filt me!" warned Blake, retreating a if I just stay at home, being good, no one else knows about couple of steps. it. .Ain't that right?" "Put up your hands, you dog!" quivered Joe, his face .A minute later they heard the sweet-souled old maid white and set. "If you don't, I'll sllUISh you, anyway!" singing at her self-imposed work inside. Nobby retreated slowly before his warlike foe. Joe struck "I wish everybodt' in Stony Brook was like her," sighed .out, as a feint, to make Blake put up his hands.

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. The feint worked. Then Joe, who as angry as, he had ever been in his life, sailed in. Swat! Biff A right-hander on the nose that made Nobby shriek. A left-hander against the jugular. Down went Blake, howling with pain and fright. Joe stood shaking over him, but a little cooler now that he had let off some steam. "Now, get up and go on fighting-or apologize!" or dered young Burton,, crisply. "Here Stop that! For sha.tne !" cried a clear young -voice. In his excitement Joe had been deaf to two S01Ulds. One was the distant rumbling of an express train, and the other the pit-pat! of the hoofs of Tess Downey's niare. But now Tess was on the scene herself, reining up her animal snappily. Joe tunied, to find the panting mare within three feet of him, and Tess Downey regarding him with blazing eyes in which scorn and contempt plended. "How dare you?" demanded Tess,, with the air of an an gry queen. But Joe was in no meek mood himself now. "I dare knock the head off of any loaf er who calls re a thief!" he declared, hotly. Toot! toot! Tess's ma re was growing restive over the nearer; more crashing sound of the express train. "You haven't any right to hit my cousin," proclaimed the girl. "Yes, I have, when he talks that way," contradicted Joe. ''And he's no good if he needs a girl to take his pa.rt!" "You coward branded 'I'ess, her eyes Joe started back aghast, as if she had struck him with her riding-whip. Toot toot! shrieked the whistle of the express engine, now almost at the house. Frightened., the marn bolted. Tess's taunt died in a shriek of terror that blended with the engine s frantic warning. "A coward am I?" uttered Joe. "I'll show you!" The words came as he dashed headlong after the ho rse that was now madly luring both on to instant, awful de struction He caught at the bridle, held on for grim life, but his boyish weight was not enough to drag the maddened animal back. They were at the track, the rushing engine looming up as big as a mountain before Joe Burton's quivalling eyes! I CHAPTER III. The mare should not cross that. Tes s shou ld not be killed! Joe saw his own left foot hit the rail. He tried. to draw it back, though this was not hi s main effort. In truth, he hardly thought of him s elf. Then he held determinedly on, for what seemed to be ages. When one is in deadly peril the seconds seem drawn out to hours. Joe did not shout to the horse. He seemed to realize that his words would be drowned out in the roaring rumble of the mile-a-minute train. Something stung Joe Burton in the foot, and then he saw the engine whizz by him, black and monstrous. The boy did not wonder what ailed his foot, but exerted a few more frantic ounces of remaining strength in ging tl1e horse back out of harm's way. Now the terror-stricken mare was trying to wheel :>.nd dash ha.ck from the train, but Joe held on, though it felt as if his arms were being torn from the sockets. If the mare were allowed to wheel swiftly about, she might toss off Tess, throwing that preciou's girl under the train-wheels. Joe saw the cars whizz by his face, their motion and speed making him sick and dizzy. Then, suddenly, Joe saw the clear fields the otl1er side of the track. The train had passed Frank Holden had the of mind to rush forward. He caught Tes s Down ey, as she came tumbling, more than half-fainting, from the saddl e Capable and energetic Mehitable Strong, who had wit nessed the affair from a window, h.ad immediately jumped through to the ground,. and now she, too, came rushing up. As for Joe, he did the most inglorious thing. Now that the dangflr was over, he sat limpl y down on the gro und though he still gripped the bridle as if on no account he let it go. Nob, the la st to reach the scene, now grabbed at the bridle. me have it, Joe," he ordered, quavering ly. "Bless that boy!" cried Miss Mehitable, as she :fif:!w at Joe. "Is he hurt?" "No, Miss Strong, why should I be?" asked Burton, dully, as he turned around. "Gracious! Has Tess fainted?" "No, she hain't, the little gad -about!" rang Miss Strong's voice, sharp l y you're hurt; I can see it. You let me get you to the house. Now, mind, Joe Burton!" rj' ,. fa-0f THE LOWEST-DOWN TRICK ON EARTH J '"/,, Whirr-rr Crash-sh! BOO-OOM Withonit more the big-hyaritec1 old maid gath ered Joe up in her anus and started grimly for the ho use 1 with him. The noise was in Joe Burton's ears with maddening din as he held on there for Tess's life. As he clutched at tlrn bridle, his back turned to horse and rider, Joe's eyes stared affrightedly at the nearer rail of the track. "I want to see i f Tess is hurt," protested J0e, trying to free himself. "She ain't a bit, I tell you, the little flirt!" rasped Miss Strong. "Please don't say that, Miss Strong," urged Joe, in a

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS low tone. "I'd fight the man who talked like that about 'Tess." "Oh, you, now?" snapped Miss Strong. But her old eyes became suddenly tender. "There, sit down in ilhat chair and let me see what ails you!" "It's nothing, except that my left foot stung a little," Joe replied. "Land sakes!" cried the good woman, as she looked at the shoe. That shoe was shabby enough, at best. But now its toe y ; ::.!i.crouml to a shredded pulp. "That's where the edge of the wheel ground it," choked l\Iiss Strong. "Wait! I'll get that shoe off real careful." "Why, you don't need to, Miss Strong," laughed Joe. "The foot ain't really hu:rt. Don't you see, there ain't no blood. And I can walk on the foot. See!" Joe got up and walked eagerly away, hobbling s l ightly. Miss Strong followed him to where Tess sat on the ground, supported by Frank and Nobby. She was half crying, half-laughing, while her mare, now quieted, stood looking wonderingly on. "You want to get home to your mother, Tess," broke in :Miss Strong. "You ain't hurt, but you've got a touch of nerves. Don f you dare ride that horse home, either. Xobby, you lead it. Tess, you take my arm." Joe watched them go away, without speaking and with out offering to follow. Tess's contemptuous taunt came back to him, and his cheeks flamed. He hobbled back to the porch. There he and Frank were sitting, in silence, half an hour later, when Tess's brother, Bob, drove up in a surrey Bob was seventeen, just a year older than his sister, and he was a ,young man who "felt his oats." "Hullo, there, Joe Burton," he hailed. "Pop wants you to come over to the house." "Does-does he?" demanded Joe, without showing any great enthusiasm. "Yep; he wants to thank you for being so handy about Tess and the mare. And Tess wants you to come to. Tess said to say she wanted particular to have you come." Joe hesitated; then the message from Tess decided him. "I'll go," he said, shortly. "And you're to come, too, Frank Holden," announced Bob Downey. t Frank followed, without a word. Bob said nothing, e;cept to the horse, while he drove over to the big and roomy, prosperous-looking Downey farm-house. Joe was beginning to feel sorry that he had come, when be caught sight of Mr. and Mrs. Downev on their front porch, waving frantically at him. Their faces shone with cordiality. "Oh, you dear boy!" cried Mrs. Downey, running down the steps and throwing her arms around Joe as he got out of the surrey She kissed him warmly, twice. "You're the right kind of a youngster, after all, I reckon," said Bill Down ey, as he stamped down to meet Joe and grip his hand. "If it hadn t been for you-gosh But I'm going to make it right, Joe!" Burton was seated in a big porch chair. Then Mrs. Downey caught sight of Joe's crushed shoe-front and asked anxious questions. "Oh, it's nothing," our hero assured her. "I was watch ing the track, and so got my foot out of the way." "But it spoiled a pair of shoes, anyway," retorted Mrs. Downey. She ran into the house and brought out a pair of Bob's-almost new. Joe protested, but she insisted on putting on the new shoes. Then again disappeared. "Now, Joe, I don't want you to think I'm stingy," be ]'armer Downey clumsily, as he thrust one hand into a trou&ers pocket and brought out a roll of bills. ''Say," gulped Joe, aghast, "you don't think I can take money for THAT ?" "I reckon you need a little money," persisted Downey. "Oh, I 've got enough," returned Joe, airily. "And you won t i;ay any more about money, Mr. Downey, unless you want to see me scooting for home." Farmer Bill Downey tried, clumsily enough, to force money on the boy, but without success. "I heard Tess wanted to see me," said Joe, presently. "Oh, she ll be here in a minute," returned Downey. And before long Tess appeared and came forward, holding out her hand, which Joe took awkwardly as be arose from bis chair. Mr. and Mrs. Downey went inside. Frank vanished in his own silent way. As for Bob, that youth had turned and walked moodily away the instant that he saw his shoos on Joe's feet. So Joe and his young queen were alone on the porch. "Are you all right now, Tess?" Joe inquired, half-tim idly. "Why, don't I look all right?" she asked, surveying him with laughing eyes. "Look all right" she certa.inly did. With girlish instinct she had donned one of her prettiest, fleecest white summer gowns.--all lace and ribbons, as Joe gropingly compre hended. Her hair was done up jauntily, and decked with n. ribbon and a ro s e Her feet were in the neatest of little slippers, showing a glimpse of silk stocking at the ankles. Yes, Tess "looked all right"! But Joe, despite his utter shabbiness, had put on a new dignity in the last few minutes. "Will you forgive me?" 'ress asked, softly, as he looked at her. "What for, Tess?" "For-for what I called you. "That-that depends, Tess." "What on earth do you mean, Joe?" she asked, openmg her eyes in surprise. "See here, Tess, you said a mean thing that wa.Sn't true," Joe replied, quietly. "I know it. But haven't I apologized?"

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. = -== == == ===========================================-==-.:.=====:=.:;========= 'Yes; but that won t be quite enough," Joe hinted, in "Why, what--when-what's happened?" choked Joe. the sa.t1ie quiet way "The railroad people!" came in a yell of agony from "Mus t I go down on my knees to you?" s he demanded, Frank Holden laughing, but with a look of pride flashing ill her eyes just "They've torn down our buildings-the unhung scoun -the same. drels !"sounded Joe Burton's anguish -l aden voice. "No, Tess; that wouldn't please me any, and wouldn't Frank set o:ff at a faltering run, Joe following as fast as do any good in any way But, if w e're going to be friends his still lame foot would permit. / now, it' ll have to be on a different bas is from what it has They halted again by the pile of ruin, that had once been been." their little cottage home. "Perhaps you d better explain what you mean, Joe," Tess Complete enough the wrecking had been. Not an upreplied, staring at him with jus t a hint of the look that right stick of timber had been left standing used to make him meek "That's the railroad's answer to your work last ni gh t," "Well, Tess, if we're going to be friend s then we've got gasped Frank. to be friends-real frie nds. Frie nd s don't hurt e ach oth"That' what!" clicked another voice, as a man stepped er's .feelings. Friends are alway s glad to see each other. forward from behind an apple-tree. Friends speak plea s antly, and try always to cheer each "Who are you?" flared Joe Burton, wheeling up on the other on in life." fellow like a flash. "Where'd y ou eve r l earn s o mu c h about friend s ? Tess "Watchman for the railroad," grinned the stranger a s ked, mi s chievou s l y "Burton, you 've been s tubborn with the road long enough. "I had sorne---on ce. I've g ot o n e now Joe an s wered, They took posse s sion this afternoon. Of course, you've Hushing and Tess Downey was s orry in an instant. "Goon, Joe pl e a s e." "If we' re to b e fri e nd s T ess, we mu s t always think well of each oth e r. Wh e n w e m eet, it mus t b e good morning, Joe,' and 'good ])}Orning T ess.' You ll s mile, and I'll lift my hat and make m y best bow. And you ll always be kind, Tess, and I ll always do an y thing on earth that I can for you Tho s e are m y t e rm s, Tess. Joe star e d s o hard at the girl that s h e loo ed down in confusion. But at la s t s he look e d up shyly and meekly. Then, risi n g, she h e ld out h e r hand. "I apologize on those t erms; Joe!" He, too, was on his fe e t his hand meeting hers frankly, and holding her s in a little tighter g rip than society folks call "good form." Then they sat down and talked again, and Joe had the most wond erful and happ y afternoon h e could remember. He and Frank s tay e d to tea, too Farmer Down e y a g ain tried, but failed, to pre s s money on Joe, who, prouder than any king, turned, the offer off gently but firmly. It was afte r dark when the boys s tarted hom e Joe Burton, on whom a n e w world s e e med to have dawned, was happ y and s il e nt. Frank Hold e n, who, like a true friend, under s tood al l was too. And so they walked until they came near the home---0r where the home o ught to have For Joe, as he came over a little rise in the road near the track, came to a sudden, thunder struck halt. "Why, Frank! Where--what-oh, Frank!" But Holden was equally speechless, ai:id no wonder. Where Joe's sl:labby little cottage had stood was now nothing but a great, rubbishy heap of old timbers and plaster. O:fr where the barn had been was another heap. got a remedy again s t the road-fight it out in the courts." "Fight it out in the court s ?" quive red Joe. Well enough he knew what show he would have in the courts against the railroad-he, a penniless boy. Penniless? That thought sent Joe headlong into the pile qf wreckage But after a few minutes he paused, panting. The wa.tchman had already strolled off. "Frank,'" ga s ped Joe, reeling, "that's the lowest -down trick on earth! Even our little hoard of money is gone!" CHAPTER IV. WHERE THE MOST MONEY I S "If you want money, go where tlrn most money is," quoted Joe, grimly. "T hope there's goi n g to be some money loose in this part of the town this morning," repli ed Frank, trying to look cheerful. They were standing at the street end of the great Fall River Line pier in New York City. From down. the pier came the soilnds of a great steamer docking. The would be off soon. Among the hundreds of passengers who would come out this way our young friends hoped to find two who would want their hand lu ggage carried to the nearest' trnin, or, perhaps, to a hotel. For Joe and Frank were in New York on this hot s um mer day. And this was tJ:ie kind o:f work they had come to "If you want money, go where the most money is Joe had heard a man say that once, givi n g it as a reason why every hu s tling young American shou ld seek h is fortune in the great city of New York. It had seemed as wise as anything else to do.

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li THE NO-GOOD BOYK There was nothing left of the old home-not even a chicken-coop to crawl into Early on the morning after the wrecking of the home by the railroad people, Joe and Frank had walked into Law yer Stone's office. That good old gentleman had been sympathetic enough, but had given it as his best advice that a penniless boy would have a hard time :fighting a great, wealthy railroad. "Don't ask 'em to settle just yet," advised the lawyer "Wait, and let to guessing what you mean to do. Let 'em go ahead and put in their tracks and other im provements. Bye and bye, maybe the railroad folks will get nervous about a big damage suit piling up. Then, per haps, they ll settle with you for a higher price than they woulcl to-day If not, you'll have to sell claim, at the best price you can get, to some one who can afford to sue the ra.ilroad in the courts. Of course, I ll write the rail road folks, and make your claim for you. But, if we settle right now, Joe, you'll lose most of what you ought to get. Better wait." From the lawyer's office Joe aud Frank turned down one of the side streets of the village-and left Stony Brook behind. They had headed for New York, full of the determina tion to make some kind of a "strike" in that 'great, busy, wealthy city. I How they got to New York does not matter. It was simply the old story of long, footsore tramps, with an occas ional ride on some farmer s wagon. They had been three weeks on the way, occasionally pick ing up an odd job that brought them a little cash or food. They had reached New York with nine cents between them. For a week, now, they had been in New York. Here they had managed to sleep, somehow, though not once in a paid-for lodging. The y hacl eaten, a:fter a fashion, by the aid of the few nickels they had earned. La s t night th e y had slept cm a dray that stood a.t the curb on West Street. This morning they bad not eaten. They had three cents but chose not to spend it until later in the day. Though hungry, they were not dirty. The 1weather w&s so hot that the street hydrants were turned on that team sters might water their horses. At one of these hydrants they had washed, though without the aid of soap. 1 1 Now th e y s tood waiting at the street end of the great pier, hoping .for fortune enough to buy them a breakfast. "If we ever get two dollars together," proposed Joe, drily, "we' ll use the money to get out of New York with. No great city for me, where there's nothing to doanel millions to do it! Why, Frank, the farmers would be glad to give us board and wages at this time of the year!" "Here comes the crowd off the steamer," said Frank, quietly. A doien other boys-regular New York street-Ara.bs jostled with them in the effort to :find "business." "Carry your grip! Grip! grip! Carry your grip, sir?" asked Joe, darting in close to a passenger with a dress-suit case. Frank Holden stuck close, l,mt trying his luck with other people "Carry your--" began Joe, turning to another pas senger. 'rhen he stopped short, cold chills running down his spine. "Great Scott!" chattered Joe, inwardly, and longing to turn and run. 1'Bill Downey and his wife and Tess." It was too late to run, though, for Bill Downey was staring ha.rd at our hero. "Jigger me if this ain't Joe Burl.on!" gasped the farmer. "Why, so it is!" cried Mrs. Downey. "And Frank Hol den, too. So this is where bolted to. How are you, Loys? I'm real glad to see you!" And Tess was looking, with all her eyes. But quickly she moved through out at the edge of the jostling crowd, and held out her hand. "Good morning, Joe!" She was smiling, but there was a look in her eyes that made Joe feel, hotly, that she was laughing at him. "Have you' boys come down to this?" queried old Bill Downey, bh:mtly. That question made Joe color more hotly than ev:er. "Wflve tried hard to make a start in New York, but haven't succeeded very well so far," Frank put in, very quietly. "Humph! I should say not. I want to have a talk with you boys, and see if something can't be done to get you a little better on your feet," said Farmer Downey. "We've done very well," put in Tess, hurriedly, and timiling still as she looked 11t Joe. "Father sold the prop erty, and so we've com,e to New York for a while." "I've come to New York to see if I can't ma.ke money quicker than I did in the country," Mr. Downey, importantly. "I've got a good bit of capital to go into business with. Maybe I'll have something of a job for y
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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "Dad, get one of these other boys to carry your bag. I'm going to walk with Joe and Frank." "No, you're not," retorted Joe, quickly. "Do you think, Tess, that I'd have you seen in New York walking with two such down-trodden specimens as Frank and I are to-day? Not for anything I You walk along with your folks, a.nd we'll walk along at a little distance behind." "Oh, very well, Joe," said Tess, after fl.ashing a quick look at him. "But keep close." As the Downeys started off, Joe and Frank fell in a lit-tle behind. But at the first turning of a corner Joe gave Fr8Jlk a. sudden tug backward. Then the pair turned, :fled-bolted I CHAPTER V. THE :MAN WHO DROPPED FROM THJl sn111. It was no part of Joe's plan to go nel!l' the Downeys while he a.nd Frank were so plainly down on their luck. The two boys got through the day, somehow, eating by the aid of the few nickels they pick e d up. Without breakfast again, they went to the steamboat pier the following morning to tempt luck again. They were there half an too early. Yet they had waited more than five minutes when a stranger sauntered up to them . Ile looked to them like a well-dressed man. The truth was that he was dressed in the most fl.ashy style, but Joe and Frank, ignorant of the city life, did not under8tand this. "I was noticing the friends who spoke to you yesterday morning," began-the stranger. "Looked like mighty nice people." "They are," Joe answered, stiffly. "Been friends of yours long?" "Quite long." "I was interested in them," the stranger went on, "be cause they looked so much like people that I kniW once. Now, for a guess, their names are--" The stranger paused, as if searching his memory. "Downey," Joe supplied, innocently. "William Downey is the man's name." "Not the Downeys of Greenport?" asked the stranger, looking suddenly more interested. "No; they come from Stony Brook." Then, before Joe realized it, the stranger, who appeared to be very genial, had pumped our hero quite dry of in formation as to the Downeys, the hotel they were stopping at and all about them. "I was sure I knew them," said the stranger at last. "Hope I'll meet 'em before they go back home. Well, boys, so long." Within ten minutes a much different-looking man ac costed Joe. This man was young, fresh-faced, smiling-he had much of the look of a young clergyman about him. "My boy," he began, speaking kindly, ''I've been watch ing you and your friend. You don't seem like the run of other boys around here." "We're froIJl the country, if that's what you mean," smiled Joe. "Ah, I was sure you were not used to this life. Boys, will you do me a great favor by ooming to breakfast with me?" "We-we don't like to take charity, thank you," cried Joe, flushing. "And nobody will ask you to a.ccept charity," promised the stranger, sitill smiling "Really, boys, you will be do ing me the grrntest kind of a favor if you will come along to breakfast with me. I'll explain as we eat." "But we ought to stay here and try to earn something," protested Joe, trying to find a way out of what iooked like an offer of charity. "Oh? you won't lose anything by coming with me. Boys, I believe I can help you to make a real start in New York. '.I'hat's my object in making your acquaintance. Won't you come with me-please?" Their empty stom achs supplied the answer. They turned and followed their guide, who led them to one of the plainer restaurants near-by. There they found themselves being treated to one of the best meals they had eaten in many months. "Now, to get to our business," said the stranger, as he watched with satisfaction the appetites displayed by the boys. I mu s t explain that I am a clergyman. I have a. little fund, entrusted to me for helping out boys in just your position. Now, then, I want to take you with me, after breakfast, and see you rigged out in better clothing. That will be the first step in a start for you." "But that's charity, ain't it?" demanded Joe, ooforing again. "It is, or it isn't, just as you boys make it," smiled the minister. "When I get through with you I shall take your notes for the sums I have spent on you. If you ,do well, and are honest enough to pay the money back to me, bye and bye, then it won't be charity at all, and the money that you pay back to me can be used to help other youngsters who are down on their luck in New York. Now, that you have finished eating, will you come with me? Remember that it ain t charity at all, if you are honest enough to re pay the loan when you can." It all seemed like a dream, but the clergyman, who had introduced himself as the Rev. Mr. Ambrose, was so wholly friendly that they could not resist him. They followed him across town, to one of the big cloth ing stores. There both boys were fitted out with bebt.er clothing tha.n they had ever had in their lives. From top to toe, everything was brand-new, stylish, spick-and-span. "Now, there's only one thing more, :for the present," announced the clergyman, when the boys had donned their new attire, and before they left the st.ore. "You'll need

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12 THE NO-GOOD BOYS. some m o n e y for your s tart. I am goi n g to l end you that "And now, how will we start looking for a job?" asked mone y Make good, careful, thoughtful use o f that money, Frank, as they left the busy store behind and joined the boys Try hone s tl y to get on y our feet in this great ahd crowd o n Broadway wic ked city. Not only get on your feet but keep the r e O h, we'll b u y a newspaper, and stand in a doorway l o n g And now, I will write out, and let you si gn, n o tes for the e nou g h to see w ho is advertising for hclp," Joe p ro p osed m oney s p ent on you, and the mone y loaned to you." From the n ewspaper they bought they soon h a d half a In a note-book the clergyman jo t ted down the amounts dozen addresses of firms that wanted boys. owe d him. They had been in New York l ong enough to know s o me-"Sign, please," reque s ted Mr. Ambrose, pa;ssing the notething about the r u n of the streets. book and the fountain-pen to Joe. By noon they had l ooked up all six o f the advertiser s, But thi s s peak s of fifty dollar s cash adv anced to me but found that other boys had been there ahead of them cried Joe. So into a restaurant they went, for l uncheo n an d w hile That 's right," came the r ea d y pl easan t a nswe r. "Th at's there, they con!=mlted thei r newspaper agai n. the amount I'm going to hand you e ach. A few more addreases were picked out, and once more "But we can't--" they started the rounds "Oh, yes, you can," th e mini s ter broke in l a u ghing l y In one place they were to l d to cal l agai n. "If you' re honest boys you c an take the money with a c lea.n That was the most encou ragement tha t they g\}t thro u g h c<:msci e n ce, for you' ll know th a t, o n e of these days, you're the day. going to pa y e v ery cent bac k to me. Sign pl ease, and take "I've found o u t one thing, a n yway," sighed Joe. felthe money." low who wants to catch one of these jobs mus t be up a t Joe pinched hims e lf, but it hurt, and so h e kne w h e was daylight, and get around to the fel low who a dve rtises for awake. help by eight o'clock in the morning With a trembling hand he s igned. F r ank di d the.same "We can't very well look up any more job1 to-da y," Then in the hand s of each w as p ressed a littl e w ad of sighed Frank, who was tired and very white cri s p new banknotes. "No, we can' t But we' ll be at it ear l y to-morrow." Now, remember, boys, all t i m es--" "Where' ll we stop Frap_k asked Then and the r e the R ev. Mr. Amb rose l a un c hed int o a "Not on a dray, thank goodness laughed Joe. "Later s hort but v e ry earnest talk on the tem ptati o n s o f a grea t we'll look up some of the lodgingplaces advertised in the cit y H e begged the m t o loo k out against these tempta paper We've got to find a cheap place, for we may have ti o ns, and to remain at all times h o n est and sincere. to make our money l ast a good while, old fe llow." "Now, that's about all, boys, fo r the present," he wound 'It looks that way," sighed Frank. up. H e re i s my c ard. Come an d see me when you can "See here,'' suggested Joe, looking sympathetic& l y a t r e port that y ou reall y have begun to s ucceed in New York his worn out chum, I think, Frank, yoo need
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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. 13 But the latter was soon back at the hotel desk, and led them to the elevator. It was the first ride either had ever taken in an elevator . "Off third," called the bellboy, and led them down a corridor. He knocked, and Mrs. Downey pulled open the door. "Tess," 1 she called, joyously, "here's the boys from home I" She drew them into the room, while Tess came quickly :forward, holding out her hand in welcome. "Dad's out, but he'll be glad to see you when he comes in," Tess explained "You'll simply have to stay to-night and take supper with us. We're not going. to let y-0u run away like you did yesterday." Though mother and daughter must have been greatly surprised at the sudden change in the appearance of the boys, neither ,spoke of it. "Found a chance for a start in New York yet?" asked Mrs. Downey. 1 Then Joe blurted out, frankly, with the whole story of the splendid Rev. Mr. Ambrose "He must be a very kind man," cried Mrs. Downey, her face glowing "Oh, he is-a magnificent man!" Joe responded, enthu siastically. "And you think you'll be able to find work and get along all right; now?" Tess asked. "I don't see how we can help it," Joe rejoined. "We can't go on forever without finding work. And we've got good clothes to make an appearance with, and m
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14 THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "I thought I had," explained Mr. Downey. "But I'm But I've got to see to it that he don't find any more bunco so flustered that I don't know what I'm about. Howdy, men." boys?" Their roamings over the ground floor of the hotel brought ''Why don't you tell the police what happened to you?" the m, at last, to the ladies' entrance. Joe hinted. They were about to step out to the sidewalk when Joe "And get laughed at for being a simple farmer?" flared suddenly pulled his friend back. Mr. Downey. "Get my name in the papers, too, and have "Here's Downey!" quivered our hero. all the folks at home laughing at me? Not much! Boys, There, in truth, was Fa rmer Downey, passing the door at if you ever out a word of this in Stony Brook, I'll wal-that moment, arm-in-arm with a stranger. lop the both of you!" "You' re s ure you can :find that slick bunco feller?" asked. "They don't intend to, papa," 'l'ess broke in, soothingly. Bill Downey. "And it isn't a nice way to talk to the boys who saved my "Perfectly sure, my dear Mr. Downey, from the descriplife." tion you give ot him," replied the stranger. "I know all "That's so," admitted the farmer. "'Scuse me, boys." about him. I've been a d e tective in New York for twenty "They're going to stay and take tea with us to-night," year s and I always know how to place my hands on--" explained Mrs. Downey. Then the pair drifted on out of hearing. "Let's get down to it now, then," urged the farmer. But Joe turned a startled to his chum. "It's hot as blazes up in.these rooms." "Mr. Sli c k number two!" gasped our hero. So all hands went down into the restaurant, where the "Sures t thing on earth!" quivered Frank Holden. "Oh, whirring electric fans kept the cool air in circula.tion. L o rd y !" Joe had a seat beside Tess, which made that supper seem "Come on, Frank!" famously good. "What are you going to do?" questioned Holden, aa the "I'm going out and get a cigar," hinted Farmer Downey, t w o boys ste pp e d into the street. "Speak to Mr. Downey?" when the meal was over. "It's funny, but they allow smok"Speak to him?" retorted Joe, witheringly. "What good ing in this resturant." would that do? He s the most pig-headed man on earth. "Come right back, won't you, William?" urged his wife, He d send u s about our bu s iness." anxiously. "Then what?" Her husband turned and glared at her. "We' ll follnw him, Frank, and be so close that nothing "What do you think I am?" he demanded. "A baby?" can happen." "Dad is 'touchy' to-night," sighed Tess. "How can. we s top folks cheating him?" "Losing all that money is enough to make any man a "If w e see anything of that sort up we'll butt in in a oit crazy," defended Mrs. Downey. I hurry. Come along." But the minutes sped by as the four remained at the Farmer Downe y and his companion were further down table. 1 the s ide street by this time, but0the boys still had them in "Where on earth can that man be?" wondered Mr s sight. Downey, anxiously. "I do hope he ha s n t met any more Nor did the trailing prove to be hard work. men I Boys, do you mind going to see if you can find "Going into a s aloon!" muttered Joe, scornfully, at last. him. If you do, bring him upstairs. Daughter, you and "That' s alway s been one trouble with Downey. He likes I will go up now." bi s liquor onc e in a while." Joe and Frank hurried out into the hotel office, as th e y But they waited, across the s treet, until they saw Mr. had been bidden. D owney and hi s companion come out. But Mr. Downey was not there, nor was he among th e From saloon to s aloon the chase leB. smokers who had taken seats on the chairs outside that But the boy s hung on until the chase had led them over warm summer evening. clos e to the ,North River front. "We've got to find him," gritted Joe, and hurried to the At laf:1t J)owney and his new "friend" went into one of desk. the cheaper-looking beer gardens "Mr. Downey?" repeated the clerk. "Why, I think I Joe and Frank took up their watch outside. saw him going into the bar-room with a man." "I don t like this," shivered Burton, when at leaat "Another Mr. Slick?" Joe murmured, anxiously, to ty minutes had gone by. "I' m afraid Mr. Downey is getFrank. "Hurry up!" ting buncoed in there. He must be a good bit drunk by They opened the swinging-door of the bar-room and this time." peered in. Then they went further in, but no Mr. Downe y I wish we could see what's going on.. in there," mutcould they find there. tered Frank Holden, uneasily. "Come on! look all over the blamed hotel," quiv"I mean to see!" ered Joe. "We've simply got to find him, Frank. It was "How?" all my fault that slick chap knew enough about Mr. Downey "I'm going in there!" to pick up his acquaintance. Oh, I was a big fool all right! Frank looked a trifle wOTTied. He had l:lecn brought up

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. How long they walked, or where they went they did not scoundrel who has caused all this misery. Job be hanged! know. The only job I want on earth now is the finding of that But, at last, our hero was called to himSelf by a sign ra sc al. But as for you, Frank--" that he saw on a door-post-" Furnished rooms to let." "The same job for me!" spoke Holden, very quietly, yet It was late, but the landlady answered their summons. so firmly that our hero knew at once that there would be 'l'he boys engaged a room on the top floor at three dollars no u.se in trying to argue his chum out of his decision. a week. At a little after dark they stole forth. They from Joe fell dumbly into a chair by the one window of the the side street beside the hotel, though, much to their redingy room. lief, they did not meet any of the Downeys. He felt as if he had died and passed out of the world. Then, unceasingly, the two boys hunted for the part of Soon he felt Frank's gentle hand on his shoulder. the town in which they had been the night before. "It' ll come out all right, Joe, old chum," predicted the Thus three hours passed. Joe, at last, was beginning to weakling. feel rather sure that he remembered the street on which "Oh, how do you k now?" asked Joe, dully. "I tell you, they now were as being close to the sce:ne of the crime of nothing can come right, if the Downeys go on believing the night befor.e. that we did that awful thing." "Look, Joe!" thrilled Frank, suddenly, tugging at his "But they won't believe it." chum' s arm. "Isn't that the fellow riow, across the street, "Why, old Bill Downey believes it himself! He'll be and a little further down?" surer than ever he wakes up to-morrow. And don't "Bad luck to him-it is!'' throbbed Joe Burton. you suppose that Mrs. Downey and Tess will believe it if The stranger who had lured Bill Downey away was atandhe sticks to hi s story?" ing at the curb, smoking a cigar and studying the wall "But perhaps he won't stick to it." opposite. ""'f on't he?" snorted Joe, dismally. "Did you ever know "Oh, we'll jump on him quick!" vibrated Joe. "We'll a pig-headed man like him to back down on a story that make him give up that stolen money, if we have to wring he'd once sworn to?" it out of his J,.ide !" "Have more faith in the right, Joe," pleaded Frank, his With no uncertain step our hero crossed the street and voice shaking. hurried on along, Frank keeping steadfastly at his side. "Frank, old fellow," cried Joe, filled with sudden reThe str anger paid no heed to the approaching boys unmorse, "I've been tramping you all over town, and torturtil Joe tapped him heavily on the s houlder. ing your mind besides, when you're plumb down and out "Good evening!" voiced Joe crisply. "What's wrong? from all-over weariness. I've been a brute to you, Frank, The knockout business dull to-night?" old fellow, when I ought to have been taking care of you. Go to bed, Frank, and sleep If you will, I'll turn in, too, and give you my word to stop worrying until we've had a good sleep and waked up again." When they finally did get to sleep that night they slept t11e sleep of the worn-out. Joe was the first to awake the next day. Getting up si lently, he tip-toed from the room and wmt downstairs. Onc e in the street, he discovered that it was now early afternoon. He went into a restaurant, bought some food, had it wrapped up, and returned to the room. It was an hour later when Frank awoke. "Here's your breakfast, old fellow," smiled Joe, placing the food on the bed. "And yours?" "Oh, I've had mine," ,Toe lied, weakly. "What are you going to do to-day, Joe?" "I'm going to wait until dark, old chap. Then, I'm go ing out and come as near as I can to finding the part of the town where-that-happened last night. Once I think I've the section of the town, I'm going to walk the streets on a cha.nee of finding that fellow who lured Bill Downey off last night. And I'll keep it up night after night," wound up Burton, desperate!, "until I find }he Slowly around. CHAPTER VIII. ONE BOY AGAINST A CITYFUL an.cl without excitement the stranger turned But that better glimpse of the fellow's face only made Joe the more sure of his man. "Remember me?" Joe demanded, grimly. "What did you say the time was, kid?" grinned the wretch. "Time to give back that stole n money," retorted Joe, with vim. "Ready to do it?" "What brand of cigarettes do you use?" jeered the stranger, who was taller than either of the boys by a head, and broad of shoulder. "Don't use cigarettes-or knockout drops, either," Jos snapped, meaningly. "Oh, I didn't know but you had been dreaming," hinted the :fellow, taking two deep puffs at his cigar. "Just understand something," Joe warned his man. "Either you get ready to hand over the money you stole la.st night, or we turn you over to the police!" "That's good/' nodded the Btranger, drily. "Do you give up?" "Give up nothing," came the careless reply, deilvered

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lS THE NO-GOOD BOYS. without heat . "I don't know what you boys are driving at. But your joke's no good." "Joke?" raged wrathful Joe. Then he exploded into instant action Like a flash he closed in on the fellow, grappling with him. Police I !' bellowed Burton. "Police I" Just in a jiffy, it seemed, while the two were scuffiing and' Frank wasdoing his bes t to help, and the street was foll of excited men who poured out of nearby saloons and Biff Whump I The next thing that Joe Burton knew he was being held down and thumped for all there was in the game. Four or five husky brutes took a hand in pounding him, while others struggled for a chance to help. Then it was over, and the smoke cleared away. Woefully sore, but otherwise uninjured, Joe Burton got on his feet, facing a crowd of leering ruffians. "Like sport?" grinned one of the cowards. But Joe was staring wildly for the knockout-drop man. He was not in sight, now. Neither was Frank Holden. "Where's my friend?" demanded Joo, in swift anxiety. "Didn't see no friend. D'ye lose one?" s neered a man. There was a prompt, brutal laugh. Joe ran swiftly to the corner, but Frank Holden was nowhere in sight. "Frank! Frank I" he called. But a chorus of laughter was all the answer he got. For some minutes Joe walked up and down the avenue, staring in at the door of every lighted s hop. But no Frank Then, as Joe was pa ss ing the corner near which the row had occurred, he heard a jeering voice say, in an und er7 tone: "Oh, the kid tried to ru:ffie Slick Ike-that's all!" "Slick Ike!" panted Joe, inwardly. "I'm not likely to forget that name!" But he realized the uselessness of looking further for Frank. "He won't be back at the room," quivered Joe. "He didn't s lip out-Frank Holden would die before he'd turn tail and scoot away from a friend in trouble. He--" "Say," murmured a woman's low voice at his side "What is it, madam?" queried Joe, turning to fin.Cl him self staring at a stupid-looking woman. She might have been forty. Her clothes were cheap and gaudy, her eyes red and bleared. "I got a tip for ye,'' lee r e d the womai::t. "If ye keep r1uiet, mebbe ye' ll see your friend again, one of these days. If ye make a row, he' s done for-the friend!" "What do you mean?" blazed Joe. "I've given you a straight tip-that's all. Brought you a message," leered the woman. "You know where my friend happened to liim ?" "Mebbe." Along the sidewalk came a policeman, strolling and swinging his club. "Officer," spoke Joe, quickly, "get hold of this woman Don t let h e r get away I" "What's the matter?" demanded the cop, coming slowly toward them. The woman did not shrink, or attempt to get away. On the contrary, she grinned at the officer. "Officer,'' urged Joe, swiftly, "I got into a row here. The friend who was with me disappeared. 'l'his woman tells me that she knows where the friend is-that he's be ing held as security for my not making a row over the matter." "Then you'd better not,'' hinted the cop, slowly. "Officer, can't you make this woman tell where my friend is? Can't you help me to rescue my friend?" "Out of my line and off my beat," rejoined the police man, carelessly. "You don't mean to say," gasped Joe, "that you won't make any effor t to help me find my friend?" "What do you take me for? A lost and found column in a newspaper?" demanded the cop. "But--" "See here, son, run home and get some sleep,'' advised the bluecoat. "But this woman is the accomplice of the rascal s who have dragged my chum away. Officer, she's as bad a crimi nal as any of the men around here." "Gwan scoffed the cop. "She's my sister, and a good girl!" It was a fearful facer to Joe, who had always believed that policemen are on the side of law and order. Yet h ere was this tough-looking woman laughing coarse ly, while the officer seemed about to lose his temper. "But, see here--" Joe began, over again. "Gwan !" ordered the guardian of the law. "Skiddoo Twenty three, kid! Off the beat-or I'll run you in and have you sent to a shop where they keep bug-house folks like you on ice Are you going?" "Yes, I'm going,'' agreed Joe, s uddenly, realizing that, if he meant to help his chum, he must keep out of trouble. But from the lamp-po st a t the corner he took quick note of the avenue and the stre e t, so that he could find this place again. Then, without a word, he turned off down the side street. "What on eart h can I do now?" quivered the boy, as he hurried desp e rately along. Even the police side with the crooks in this fearful city Has it got to be one boy against a whole cityful of hard-hearted people?" On another street Joe halted, full of a new purpose. Looking about, he singled out a p13:ssing man who ap peared to be respectabla "Will you kindly direct me to the nearest minister?" begged Joe. "What church?" asked the man, stopping. "Any church I Any minister!"

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. 19 The man directed Joe, civilly enough. Our hero hurried Easton jumped up, pa...<:Sing. into another room, but soon on until he found the parsonage. coming back with a huge scrap-book. It was growing late, but fortunately the Rev. Mr. Stevens "Look at the pictures as I turn the pages," asked the was still out of bed. young newspaper man. "If you see a face that looks like He received Joe, took him into his study and made the your man's, then show it to me." boy sit down. He turned the pages slowly, but suddenly Joe plumped "I've come to you, a clergyman," began Joe, feverishly, his finger down on the photograph print of a face. "because I'm a stranger in New York, and I don't know "That's the rascal!" cried Joe. where else to find an honest man that I can depend upon." '.'And that's Slick Ike, too," nodded Ea:ston, pleasantly. "State th. e case,'' begged Mr. Stevens, kindly. "So, so far, Burton, your story appears to be straight:" "This isn't the kind of matter that I can really help "Oh, you'll believe me, won't you?" begged Joe. "And you much in," announced the clergyman, when Joe had you'll help me out in this fearful matter." finished. "The best advice that I can give you is to go "Well, I'll see what is to be done," Easton promised, to one of the newspaper offices. See the editor, tell your smilingly . story to him, and beg him to do something. There is no "Will you get started to-night-right away?" quavered other force in New York that does as much as the newsthe country boy. to keep the police and the courts to their duties." "Sure thing. We'll look up Slick Ike, and we'll look up "What newspaper office?" quivered Joe. "And can I that cop." find an editor in as late as this?" "You're not a.fraid of the policeman being ugly?" Joe "Oh, you'll find the editors of the morning papers at askeil, curiou s ly. their offices for two or three hours yet," replied the minisE a s t on star e d at his questioner in plain surprise. ter. "Me? Afraid of a policeman?" laughed the fresh-faced He told. Joe how to reach Park Row, which office to go young reporter. "What a jolly lot you've got to learn, Burton to, and how to state his case to an editor. "Why?" "I don't know how to thank you,'' cried Joe, tears i n his eyes as he rose. -"But I didn't know where to go, am1 "Why? Why, because, when a reporter goes up against felt that I would be safer in asking a minister than a:i!' a polic e man, it's always the policeman who gets nervoltil one else." Come along, now, and we'll see what the policeman has to say for himself!" "Success to you, my young friend,'' replied the Rev. BaGked by such a fearless ally as this, Joe Burton felt Mr. Stevens, gripping the boy1s hand at parting. as if he could face the whole world! Like one in a fever Joe journeyed downtown, found the Morning Chronicle office and stated his errand to the office-boy who acted a.s outer sentinel to the e
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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. 13 to belieye that a saloon was the last place one should think of going into. But circumstances sometimes alter cases. Joe led the way 'resolutely across the street, pushed open the swinging-door of the place, and entered. Farmer Downey was not there. But from down the corridor at the rear of the saloon came the sounds of many voices. Waiters were going from the bar to that corridor, carry ing trays laden with drinks. "We'll find out what's going on down there," whispered Joe, darting ahead. 1 "Here, boys, get out of here P' hailed a gruff voice from behind the bax. But Joe darted 'eadfastly ahead into the corridor . Here he found half a dozen little drinking-booths, with parties in each. "Here, you get out of here!" ordered a waiter, gripping Joe by the arm. "You go out and try a two-mile run," retorted Joe. "I'm looking for a friend of mine-and here he is!" There, indeed, was :Farmer Bill Downey, seated at a ta ble in one of the booths. With him was the "detective" and another man. "Mr. Downey!" cried Joe, desperately, breaking into the booth, as he shook himself free of the waiter. Mr. Powney looked up from his glass, nodding sleepily. "Mr. Downey, it's time to go home," urged Joe, shaking the fa:nner by the shoulder. "Why, hul-lo--boys," responded the farmer, drowsily. "Priends of yours, these boys?" asked the "detective." "Yesh; know replied Downey, in a thick Yoice. "You boys ha .ve no business in a place like this," spoke the "detective," sharply. "Then neither has Mr. Downey," fl.ashed back Joe. "We want to take him home with us." "Won' go--home I--" That was the end of Bill Downey's speech. One of his :fists came down limply on the table. His head fell for ward, and he snored. "See here, this may become serious," cried the "detec tive," jumping -qp. "Boys, you don't want to see 'f.:>ur friend arrested and disgraced, do you?" "You bet we don't," retorted Joe. "Then slip out through that sidedoor a second and Bee i you see any policeman coming. This is the time of the night when they go around arresting the men who are in toxicated. If you don't see the police, come back and tell us, and we'll get your friend into a cab while there's time. I don't want to see this poor old fellow arrested and sent to jail. Scoot and watch!" A waiter held open the sidedoor that led to a street. Joe and Frank, filled with alarm, hurried out, looking up and down the street. Bang! '1'4e door cloaed. Joe sprang back to push it open, but it refused to yield. "The front door again-quick as blaies, Frank I" panted our hero. "Here, you boys get out of here--mosey I" ordered a waiter, placing himself in their way. "Don't you think we'll do it," quivered Joe, his eyes flashing. "There's a friend of ours in trouble in there, and we're going to get in there to him." "Get out, I tell you, or you'll get thrown opt!" "Then we'll bring back the policed" defied Joe. "Which shall it be?" "Let 'em go in to their friend, Slim," called a voice from further down the saloon. With the coast clear before them, the boys raced back into that booth. Farmer Bill Downey was alone, now. He still lay with his head on the table, snoring. As if by magic the sii:.::door open, and a cab drew up at the cu rb. "Better get your friend home before the police find him and pinch him," advised a waiter. Other employees of the place came forward to help. Farmer Downey was gotten swiftly into the cab, the boys with him. "Gracious! What'll Mrs. Downey say?" quivered Joe, as the Yehicle rolled hotelward. When two hotel porters, carrying the limp body of Farmer Downey, reached that room on the third floor, Mrs. Downey seemed likely to faint. But she and sent for the hotel physician . "Drugged," said fhe medical man as soon as he looked at Downey. "He has been drinking, and got knockout drops served in his drink. Did your husband have any money or valuables with him, madam?" "A lot of money in a belt around his waist," sobbed Mrs. Downey. "Then we'd better look for that belt, quick I" hinted the doctor. Frightened 'l'ess and the boys stepped out into the hallway, but Mrs. Downey soon opened the door to them. "The belt and the money are gop.e," she sobbed "Gone, in the minute we were away from hil!l ?" horrified Joe. "A minute's long enough for slick chaps to do the job," nodded the doctor. "Could you find that saloon again where this happened, boys?" "I'm blessed if I coiuld!" quivered Joe. "Then, announced the physician, turning to Mrs. Downey, "you may as well look upon the money as gone for good "But my husband will get better again?" asked Mrs. Downey, trembling. "Oh, he'll come out of this all right," replied the doc tor, in a tone that meant that it mattered very little whether Farmer Bill Downey ever drew breath again. Bye and bye the boys rose to leave, but Mrs. Downey begged them to remain with her in her trouble.

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. Nothing loath, Joe sat down again, Frank following his lead. For some hours the doctor waited and worked, the others sitting miserably by. Then, at last, the farmer opened his eyes. "Do you remember things?" asked the doctor. Downey mumbled a confused account of his night's ad venture. By degrees his mind became clearer. "William,'' asked his wife at last, "do you realize that you've been robbed of that belt and the three thousand "Robbed?" shrieked her husband, sitting up in bed. "Robbed? What's that you say?" Then his wild, roving glance fell upon the boys. "They were with me!" he cried, frantically. "Yes, they were with me. This is their work. They helped to rob me! It's their work, I tell you-all the work of the same rascally No-Good Boys!" ---\ CHAPTER VII. thieves, and always have been! Search 'em, and you'll :fi,n.d the money about 'em." "No, you wouldn't," disputed the doctor, with a grim smile. "H these boys were really in it, they'd be too slick to bring any of the plunder here. But, madam, shall I turn these boys over to the police?" Joe started, turning deathly pafo, and feeling as if his body were freezing. Arrested, and for helping rob Tess's father! Death would be far better than that. "Yes ; hand 'em over to the police screamed Downey. '"l'hey're thieves-no-good thieves!" "You be still," ordered the doctor, "or I'll have you taken off to a hospital, where they'll '1.ake you keep quiet. Leave this. to your wife, sir, who isn t as big a fool as you've been." "Arrest 'em!" insisted the farmer, huskily. "Madame, what do you say?" asked the doctor, quietly. "I-I can t say do a thing like that," replied the woman, e lowly and brokenly. "They-they saved my little girl's life the other day. They--" A TOUGHER NAME THAN EVER "Mrs. Downey," gasped Joe, trembling and reeling al Joe Burton, you surely didn't do this wicked work?" most from heart-sickness, "you don t mean to say tha. t you cried Mrs. Downey, turning, aghast, to our hero. "Did believe anything as awful as this?" you, Frank Holden?" "I-I-oh, I don't know what to say or think!" wailed "No, ma am, we didn't," Joe protes ted quickly, the poor woman. / ringing in his voice. "Say-say that you don't believe this fearful charge, "Yes, they did, the rascals!" angrily asserted Bill anyway!" Downey, struggling to get out of the bed. "I don't k1ww what to say!" But the doctor and his wife held him back, and the Faint with despair, Joe Burton turned to Tess. farmer's head ached so savagely that he didn't feel like But that young woman drew herself up stiffly. Her eyes struggling. were fl.ashing with a look that made Joe's brain fairly Then, while Joe and Frank looked on, with lips parted wobble. tn amazement and terror, Bill Downey gave a lurid account "Tess, say just one word that's friendly!" begged Joe . of the night's doings. "How can I?" she asked, in a voice that sounded miles Fact and imagination were strangely blended in that away "My father is no jerkily-told tale. "No, but his brain's twisted with the stuff that set his But he was positive that the boys had been with the head crazy," urged Joe, heart-brokenly "Tess, just one who had plunder e d him. friendly word, or the world will seem standing on its He told, positively, of the boys having been present while head!" his drink was being drugged. "The only word I can find to say," responded Tess, "And I remember their helping that stranger to find the stiffly, "i&--good-night !" belt and get 1t away from me," roared the victim of knock"Yes, you'd better go," hil)ted the doctor. out drops. "It was they who told those folks that I had Joe turned once more piteously to Mrs. Downey. money on me They knew a.bout it, and no one else did! "Arrest 'em-the No-Good Boys!" bellowed Mr. Downey. Mistaken? Nothing of the sort, I you!" "Go," said the doctor . "Go, now, before this crazy man "Listen to what really happened," pleaded Joe, turning arouses the hotel." his eyes, filled with misery, upon Tess and her mother. No one said "stay." Then our hero gave a truthful account of what had hap" Joe looked at Frank, mutely. Then both turned to the pened, with all of their fo1lowing of Downey and the door. stranger. His hand on the knob, from the corridor, Joe spoke these In every particular : Frank Holden backed the narrative words, softly: up, but all to no purpose. "Some day-soon-I hope you'll know that this isn t "J!on't I know?" half-sobbed Bill Downey. "They helped true." rob me, I tell you It was all their doings. They're a bad Out into the hot, sultry summer night they plunged. lot, these boys, anyway. Folks at home called 'em the No-Joe walked blindly on, Frank Holden seeming struck Good and they alway! deserved the name. They're dumb.

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10 THE NO-GOOD BOYS. We'll :find the second platoon going out and the fir s t plaJoe followed order s Eas t o n took up his s tand on the toon coming in." curb a little further down the street. "You're going to the police s tation, then?" 'r'hree or four incomin g polic e m e n pass ed. Eas ton "That's the station just ahead, with the green lante1:n nodded to them in a friendly way. out Then Joe s heart gave a great bound, as, looking out At this moment, a long line of ppli ceme n, in double file, from the doorway, h e saw approa c hing the officer who had 'l!a me marching down the station-hous e steps. threatenjd to "run him in." "There goes the second platoon now," explained Ea s ton. "Hullo, there, Gimp," hailed the young reporter. "In about ten minutes the sec ond platoon will be in." "Hullo! That you, Easton?" hailed the dreaded cop; Reporter Easton turned in up the station house steps in the most friendly way. Joe keeping at his side. "Yes; I've b'een waiting to see you ,' Gimp." From the corridor they turned into the office. "What's wrong?" There was a railing across half the room, and, behind "Well, there was a young fellow disappeared on your this railip.g a great desk at which a man in uniform sat beat to-night." writing . "Haven' t heard anything about it," replied the officer, Two oth e r m e n, in citiz e n's dress, loun ged about. Though coolly. ,foe did not know i t, these w e re "plain-Clothes men"-mi-"His friend was looking hard for him," narrated Easton, n or detectives. "and the officer on the b eat ordered the friend to & kiddoo "Good evening, Sarge," hailed the young Teporter. "Oh, hullo, Easton," gr e eted the s erg e ant behind the desk "Anything up?" .'Not a heap," replied the reporter. "Jus t dropped in." Toe, burning with anxi e ty to be at work on the trail of Fran k Holden, gas ped at this lei s urely way of going at the case. But Easton gave him a quiet look, which meant : ''Keep cool. For a few minutes the young reporter hung around, out side the rail. At length he opened his mouth to ask, carelessly : "Who's on eighteen tonight, Sarge?" "First or second platoon?" queried the sergeant. "First." "Gimp " O ho," mused the reporter, as if it wern a matter of sma ll importance "Nothing much doing to night is there, Sarge?" asked t h e reporter, after a pau se. "Not hing but what your paper's regular man got here a n hour ago." "Well, so l ong." Nodding, al.so, to the plain-clothes men, Easton s trolled s lowl y out of the station, followe d by Joe, whose blood burned for swift ac-bion. "Can't we do some thing, qui c k ? begged Joe, in a whis per as. they strolled down the str eet. "Oh, we're getting a l ong fa s t enough," Eas ton assured h im "I wish I coul d take your cool view of it," broke, im pulsively, from the country boy's lip s "And you could, if you knew the police and the town as well as I do," smiled the y oung r e porter. "Nothing to be gained by making a lot of steam before the poli c e Your trouble to night happened on b eat e ighteen, and Gimp was the cop. He'll be coming along thi s way in a minute or two. Slide into that doorway, and wait. Keep back in the dark a s much a s you can." or suffer "Meaning me?" d e manded the policeman, coloring. "Meaning you, or some offic er on e ighteen," Easton went on in a low tone "What's in this? asked Gimp, suddenly. "Why, the office got hold of it, and s c e nts a sto ry," Easton went on, calmly "I'm sent out to see what's in it all "You can tak e it from me that there's nothing in it," said Gimp, quickly. "That's all right," nodd e d Ea s ton "But the trouble is that Teport won't go at the office." "What do you mean? Do you doubt m y word?" "That's not what I'm talking a bout, Gimp old man,'' Easton replied, familiarly. "But the r e axe things back of this whole story that the office, for reasons of its own, means to sift to the bott o m." I "You m e an your pap er's g o m g to make trou b l e for flared th e poli c eman s ullenly. "Why, no, that i s n t the g ame. The office doesn t c are a hang about you, Gimp o ne w ay o r th e oth e r. But the office tells me that the missing boy ha s s imply got to be found." "Then if ther e's a kid lost gTun te d the policeman, ''I s uppo s e th e r e's no obj e ction to your s nooping around and finding him." "I'm afraid you haven t g ot thi s quit e Tight y e t old man rejoined Eas ton Testing on e hand on the police man's s houlder in a friendly way. "I'll hit out plain fro m the s houlder now, Gimp, old boy. W e hav e it d e ad s traight that a boy did disappear to-night, and that you ordered another boy off the beat "Well?" "Now behind this simple little affair Gimp, there' s an other and bigger affair that the office h as me working on. A prominent man from the c ountr y was d o ne ou t o f thre e thousand plunks by the use of Pete, and Slick Ike was the performer. Now, do you savvey?"

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. 11 "Pete" is the slang name given by criminals to knock out drops. "I don't savvey," protested the policeman, looking at Easton harder than ever. "Then I'll give you a couple of slices more off the story," continued the reporter, coolly. "The disappearance of the boy to-night, and the rough usage of the other look as if both were due tO a friendly feeling for Slick Ike and his crowd. Now, there are more reporters than myself out on this story," lied the young reporter, calmly. "Gimp, I'm afraid, if you don't cough right up and act hone8t with me, I'm really afrajd that the Chronicle will have a story to show that Slick Ike is paying for the protection of the police, and that Patrolman Gimp will get so badly twisted up in the yarn that he'll be called down to Police Head quarters and broke off the force. There! Is that enough?" "That's a stiff dose," complained the policeman, "to get from a reporter I always thought was friendly." "I can be friendly still, most likely, if you'll help me to straighten out this particular mess. But the Chronicle is determined either to have this matter straightened out in a jiffy, or else to go to the bottom, no how many cops get broke." The officer studied the curbstone in silence for a few moments. "Gracious! Ain't he meek now?" quivered Joe, in wardly, as he watched from the doorway. "Burton," called the reporter. "Come here." Joe walked out and quickly up to the pair. AB he ap proached, PoEceman Gimp looked up. Joe'g eyes met a swift flash of hate. "Remember the kid, don't you?" pressed who was almost as much of a kid as Burton. "Yes," nodded Gimp, gruffly. "Come, now, we're getting along faster," cried the re porter. "Now, who was the woman that gave this boy the message about his friend?" "I never saw her before," lied Gimp. "Never mind that," urged Easton. "Wh8.t'g her name, anyway?" Finding that the reporter was :not to be evaded, Gimp answered, sullenly: "Red Moll Langan." "Where does she han.g out?" "At Bender's." "That's all right. Now, where'll we find Ike to-night?" "Maybe at Bender's, too." "Then, see here, Gimp, you go inro the station and get inro your plain clothes. We'll wait out here. Don't keep us too long." "I'll be out in ten m inutes," promised the cop, shuffiing off. To our hero Bert Easton turned with a smile. "That, Burton, is what you hear spoken of as 'the power of the press.' That cop hasn't become tame because he wants ro, but because I write for a newspaper. I can print a yarn m the Chronicle that will result in Gimp being called down to Police Headquarters. They'd ha .veto break him off the force if the Chronicle made a big enough howl. Gimp knows it, and knows he can't kick over the traces to-night. Therefore, he's tame." "Oh, he's tame enough," Joe agreed, joyously. "He doesn't look or act anything like the same cop that abused me." "He's so tame he'll eat out of your h!!.D.d now,._" laughed Easton. The policeman soon returned. "Now, I hope you understand, Easton/' began Gimp, amiously, "that I want to do the fair and right thing." "I'm sure of that," lied Easton, cheerfully. "Now) let's go down to Bender's." That resort proved to be a saloon with several private rooms in ba.ck. The street-door was locked, but a signal knock at a side-door procured entrance for the trio. The private rooms led off a larger back room. There were no patrons in the place at this moment. "Ike been here?" Gimp asked of a waiter who came in. "yep;' left about an hour ago." Coming back?" "Dunno." "We'll go on, then, to other places," hinted Easton. "But, say, can't the boy stay here-safely, I mean?" "You stay here," Gimp directed Joe. "If Ike comes in, you tell him I'm looking for him and tO stay here until I get back. Savvey ?" 1 "That's right," Easton added, nodding. "If he tries to lick me-or worse?" demanded Joe. "He won't," Gimp replied, confidently, "if you tell him that Gimp wants to see him here, and that he's to wait." Then tlie policeman and the reporter went out together. "Have something to drink?" asked the waiter. "I don't drink," Joe replied, promptly, but dispiritedly. "Oh, it won't cost you anything, if you.. want a nip," the waiter assured him. "It'll be on Gimp, you see." "I don't want anything to drink," Joe rejoined. Thereupon the waiter strolled out, leaving Joe alone with his own thoughts. Ten minutes passed, and then our hero heard the signal kuock at the side door. "Gent in there waiting to see yo-il.," Joe heard the waiter announce. 1 The swinging-door pushed open. Joe sprang to his feet, for he found himself facing Slick Ike. The latter did appear startled, but merely angry. "What are you doing here?" demanded the rascal. "I'm waiting for you." "Me?" leered Ike. "Thought you'd seen enough of me for one night." "I guess you'll listen to me now, though," Burton proclaimed, confidently. "Yes." "There are others who want to see you." "Who?" '

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"'' THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "Gimp, for one." "Meaning the cop?" scowled Slick Ike. "Yes; Officer Gimp." "Oh, I don't mind seeing him," jeered Ike. "Gimp and me are good friends." "So I understand," sneered Joe. "Officer Gimp told me that, if you came in here, I was to teil you to wait here until he comes back. He's looking for you." "Well, he'll find me if he gets back quick enough," snorted Ike carelessly. "And there's some one else with him who wants to see you," Joe taunted. "Some one else?" "Yes; a reporter." Ike glared at the boy. "What kind of a josh are you trying to fill me up with now, kid?" "Oh, it's straight enough, as you'll see," smiled the boy, confidently. "In fact, I guess you'll come down a bit. Among other things, you'll see to it that my friend is set free--wherever you've got him. A newspaper can let a lot of light into your business, Mr. Ike!" "See here, younker; is it strajght that you've brought the reporters down on me?" glared Ike, taking a step closer. "Yes, as you'll find out "Then Gimp and every one else be hanged !" bellowed Ike. "I'm going to finish you, if it's the last stop before going to the electric chair!" He leaped upon Joe, bearing him to the floor. Our hero tried to shout for help, but Slick Ike, with a fearful clutch at his throat, choked Joe Burton until the latter knew no more. CHAPTER X. WHAT? Slick Ike paused in his work, a moment, and saw that ;roe Burton had been choked into insensibility. ''But I'll make sure or him!" growled the knockout man. '"l'he little wharf-rat-bringing the newspapers down on me and my business!" He pried up one of Joe's eyelids, watching the eyeball. "Thirty seconds more will do for him," uttered the fel low, grimly. "I don't care what happensafter that!" "Ike, you scoundrel, what does tl'tis mean?" demanded an ugly voice from behind. Policeman Gimp, having returned, was just in time to be startled nearly out of his senses. As Ike turned to look at him, Gimp sprang forward with out more words. "If you've done for that kid, Ike, I'll send you up for it," panted the cop. "Don't care if you do," growled Ike. Get up off him." "Won't!" Policeman Gimp seized the knockout man in a strong grip. The two men locked, swaying back and forth over the floor. "Give up, Ike, or I'll use the gun!" warned the police man, hurling the fellow from him. Ike stood glaring a.t Gimp. "Sit down in that chair, you, fool, and behave yourself," ordered the policeman. Now that his tempest of wrath was cooling, the scoundrel sank limply into the chair indicated. Gimp stepped quickly to a button, pressing. "Hustle in some water and get that boy ii.round," or dered the policeman. As if such jobs were quite usual, the waiter hurried out, came back with water, and then went coolly to work to bring Joe to. "Guess you didn't throw a big fit tha t time," grinned Gimp, as Joe opened his eyes. "Here, I'll help you up to a chair. Sit there, while I talk' your business for you.'' The waiter, at a signal, went out. While Joe, feeling tenderly at his throat, sat at one side of the room, the policeman and the man talked in low tones across the room. "I tell you, it's got to be done," Joe heard the officer say, with great earnestness. "Give it all up?" "Yep; and turn that other kid loose, too." "I'd about as soon do' time." "See here, you'll have to get in line," Gimp retorted, impatiently. "If you don't, I won't be on the force much longer, and the Chronicle will hO'lllld you behind the bars. You know what a newspaper chase means!" "All on account of that Burton kid!" snarled Ike. "No matter! You've got to this time, Ike. I'm your friend, and I wouldn't say so if it wasn't straight." "I can't do it to-night, Gimp." 1You've got to, Ike. It won't rest a minute. Do it now. Come on, I'll go with you." After more whispered talk, the two men rose. "You stay here, kid, and you'll be this time," Gimp promised. "I'll be back soon, and I'll tell the waiter to see that you ain't used wrong." "Have they gone after Frank?" Joe wondered. He longed to run after Gimp and ask him, but he did not feel as sure of the poFceman, now that Easton was not here. "Where is Easton, anyWay ?" our hero wondered. Twenty minutes went by. Then Policeman Gimp came in alone. "I've got the goods," said the officer, coolly. "The-the goods?" faltered Joe. "Well, the long green." "The-Do you mean the money that was stolen from Mr. Downey?" "Yes, I've got Downey's plunks," the policeman an swered, coolly. "But where's Frank?" "Meaning your friend?"

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "Yes, yes I Where's Frank Holden?" breathed Joe, earnestly. "One thing at a time, you know, kid." "But he mu s t be found," Joe insisted. "And he will be," Gimp promised. "But, you see, kid, your pal waS11.'t rushed by Ike's order. Ike don't know what became of him, but he's searching the district. Ike ll have word of your friend, all right, by morning." "Morning?" groaned Joe. "Oh, yep; and that'll be rushing things," the <;>fficer as sured the boy. "Say, see this?" From an inside pocket Gimp drew out and displayed the top of a compact heap of banknotes. "Downey's cash," nodded Gimp. "Going to turn it over to me?" throbbed Joe. "Say, what do you think I am-easy?" sneered Gimp. "What would you do with the plunk s ?" "I'd take the mon e y to M:r. Downey as quick as I could." "How do I know that?" "Do you think I'd s teal the money-from friends? blazed Joe. / "Don' t know grinn e d the policeman. "Ain' t taking no chances. I take this money to Downey myself. See?" "You' ll let me go with you?" "Sure enough. And we' ll go now. I don t s'pose your friend'll kick at being waked up to get this money back." "He' ll be tickled to death," Joe promised. "Then we' ll start across town." "But where s Mr. Easton?" "Oh, him? He's gone back to his office. Easton knows I'll do the right thing and I'm to telephone him. So he'll have his story for his newspaper." "I must see him and thank him for his great kindness," quivered Joe Burton. "Oh, te>-morrow'll do for that," hinted the policeman, with a queer grin. "Come on, now." Puffing steadily at a strong cigar, Officer Gimp did not seem to be displeased with himself as he walked across town. They struck Broadway, and went down for a few blocks before coming to the St. Denis Hotel. "You better send up your ca.rd with the news?" sug gested the officer, as they approached the hotel desk. So Joe, snatching up a. card, wrote across the face: "Mr. Downey, can you see me at once? I am bringing back the three thousand dollars !" To this message Burton signed his name with a happy flourish. The bellboy was soon back. "Mr. Downey will see you at oncl?" was the word. They followed the bellboy to the d9or. At the tap, Bill Downey jerked the door open. "What's this about the money?" faltered the farmer, eagerly. "I've got it," Joe announced, triumphantly. "Come iii," came the glad summons. I As Joe and the polir.1eman entered the room they caught sight of Mrs. Downey, in a hastily-donned wrapper. Her husband was attired in shirt, trousers and slippers. "This is Mr. Downey," Joe said, turning to the police man. "You lost some money on t4e knockout game the other night?" asked the policeman, displaying his badge. "Yes, yes!" "How much?" "Three thousand dollars." "Count it," went on the policeman, drily, 8'I he handed over the package of money. Downey took the money in trembling hands, flew to the nearest table and sat down. Eagerly he counted it through-twice. "It's right-all here!" the farmer, leaping to his fee t, but holding on to the money with both tight hands. "Oh, William!" cried his wife. "How thankful you ought to be!" Joe took an eager step forward. "Mr. Downey," he cried, "you accused me of being in league with the thieves. Yet I've succeeded in getting your money back to you. Do you take back your charge now? Do you apologize?" Bill Downey choked hard for an instant. He gulped, trying hard to speak. Then over Joe's shoulder the farmer caught an evil wink from the policeman. That wink made up Bill Downey's mind for him. "I don't take back anything," roared the old man. Joe started back in sheer dismay. At that moment the door opened to admit Tess, but Joe did not heed her. "What do you mean, Mr. Downey?" the boy qua.vered. "Haven't I succeeded in getting your money back to you?" Again the farmer caught the policeman's meaning wink. "Yes, the money's here," snorted the farmer. "But why? You knew, Joe Burton, that I'd you arrested. So you've made your crowd give up the money. But you did it because you were scared, Joe Burton, and not because vou're honest!" "Oh, oh, oh P' cried Joe, in three different tones of dis tress. Then he wheeled upon Tess, whom he heard catch her breath behind him. "Tess," he appealed, "you don't believe this?" "I-I don t know what to think," the girl, looking away from him. "Mrs. Downey, you--" began Joe, desperately. ('It's more'n I can figure out," cried the woman. Joe wheeled, last of all, upon Gimp. "Then, officer, will you tell these :folks just how it all happened?" "Why, I don't know much about it," replied Gimp. "All I know is that the money was handed to me by a stranger who said it belonged to this gentleman here." Joe felt doubly staggered, now, in all this mesh of false hood and disbelief.

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24 THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "You-you know I wasn't in with the thieves I" the boy blurted, indignantly. "As to that I can't just say," replied the policeman, "Joe Burton, now I've got my money back, I ain't going to have you arrested," broke in Bill Downey, wrathfully, "but I don't want to see any more of you around me and my family.' Get ouM Scoot!" "Not until you've done me some justice in this matter I" defied Joe. "Officer," demanded the farmer, "will you put this no good rascal out of the room for me?" "Come," urged the policeman, taking Joe's arm, "you'll have to get out i1 these people don't want you here." He forced Joe roughly into the hallway, then bent to whisper: "Kid, don't you savvey? You've got to let me do some explaining alone, then I'll make it straight for both of us. Leave it to me. I know how to handle it. You wait downstairs in the office for me." "But you make 'em understand that 1t didn't have any part in this with the thieves," begged Burton. "That'll be all right. You go down and wait for me." Utterly crestfallen, Joe went. It had all been so strangely different from what he had expected! He had looked for the Downeys to be overjoyed, and filled with gratitude toward him. Even in the face of Bill Downey's distrust, he had ex pected that Mrs. Downey and Tess-Tess, above all-would be on his side. "After what we've done for 'em, this is the thanks we get!" Joe quivered as he went down the stairs rather than wait for the eleva.tor. "I had every right to expect the greatest, warmest thanks, and what do I get? Told to get out before I'm kicked out! Is the world always as full of gratitude as this? And Frank-poor, dear old Frank! What is he suffering this night?" Down in the hotel office Joe paced excitedly up and down the tiled floor. It was fifteen minutes, by the great clock, before Police man Gimp came down. "Did you make them understand?" Joe demanded, eagerly, darting forward. "I did my best," answered the cop. "What did they say?" "Say? Oh, see here, kid, I'd advise you to wait a day or two, and then see 'em. They'll have time to cool off by then." Had Gimp told the boy thp.t, instead of trying to make them see the truth, he had confirmed the suspicion that ,Joe and Frank were in league with the knockout gang, our hero would have been frantic. "Now, wait here a minute," directed the cop. "I've got to get Easton on the telephone, and tell him the money is back safe." The first thing that Gimp did, though, once he was in the telephone closet, was to take out and look smilingly at the little roll of bills that he had received from Bill Downey as a slight reward for his "honesty." Gimp came out, at last. "I'm pretty sleepy," yawned the policeman. "But we'll see if we can get a line on your friend Joe's heart gave a gre at, pounding thump. Frank Hol den was the one person in the world who believed in him. ".Are we to find Frank easily?" he begged. "Sur. e !" nodded Gimp. "Ought not to take us long, either!" Joe's pulses bounded. He had no warning whatever of what was in for him! CH.APTER XI. DOWN AND OUT Gimp was not inclined to be talkative as the pair strode on across the town once more .Away over orr the West Side the officer tramped for some distance up one of the a.venues. Then, stopping before a doorway, he led the way up to the second flight in a building. Joe asked no questions. Gimp knocked on a door that was quicUly opened by a red-headed man in dirty shirt-sleeves. "In with you," ordered Gimp, briefly. Joe trod along a hallway, with the policeman at his heels. The red-headed man opened another door, ushering them into a room that was wholly unfurnished save for a few chairs. There were seven or eight men sitting in here. Though Joe, intent only on finding Frank, did not take the trouble to guess it, this was a meeting-p,Iace for the rougher grade of night-hawks who prey upon the strangers in a great city. Just, as our hero crossed the threshold, the policeman gave him a shove that sent him staggering into the room and sprawling to the floor. "'Jump him! Boun 'ce him!" ordered Gimp, grimly. Like a human hurricane the gang pounced upon the boy. He was yanked to his feet, sent spinning, pounded, mauled, hammered. Breathless, but gritty, Burton did his best to hammer back. I Smash! Hisfist landed upon one red 'nose, breaking it and sending a ruffian to the floor. But it was useless-far worse than useless. Down to the floor went Joe. He was kicked and stepped on, punched and pro1dded. Rip His coat was torn almost in shreds. Tear His trousers would never look like new again. "Haw! haw! haw!" roared P<;>liceman Gimp, leaning against a wall and holding his sides while he laughed. "But better quit now, boys. You've done enough."

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THE NO-GOOD BOYS. II Quite enough, if Joe Burton's aching bones wei:e to be taken a,s any indication! As the gang fell back, Joe struggled painfully to his feet. "This is your fault!" he cried, hotly, to Gimp. "Guilty!" the policeman retorted, mockingly. "Wait until I see Mr. Easton!" "Wait until you do!" jeered Gimp, with a meaning that missed Joe Burton. "You promised to take me to my friend." "You'll see him in the morning," promised Gimp, with a wicked leer. "Come on, now!" "Know any more places like this to take me to?" Joe demanded, sarcastically, as the officer grabbed his arm. "Not just like this. It's the station-house now." "The station-house?" gasped the boy, paling in a twink ling for he began to get a hint of worse mischief. "Sure, it's the s tation now," retorted the cop. "And, if r need any witness.es as to your bad habits, these GENTLEMEN will be glad to act as witnesses, won't you, boys?" "Sure thing!" came back the bellow of assurance. "Come on out, now," ordeted Gimp, roughly, dragging the boy alone. "Hang back, and I ll use the small club on ) you!" Dazeq, and thoroughly frightenedtnow, Joe went along without resistance. Just as Gimp had promised, they went to the station house. "What you got the boy for?" demanded the sergeant, looking up curiously as Gimp arraigned his prisoner be fore the desk. "Oh, a regular little tramp," replied Gimp. "Hanging out with a P-ete gang." "Got any ?" queried the sergeant. "Lots!" retorted Gimp, drily. "Can I say a word, sergeant?" quivered Joe. "Yes; answer the questions I'm going to ask you," came the gruff reply. .Joe replied as to his name, age, where he came from, etc., all of which replies the sergeant noted on the book. "Take him down to 24," nodded the sergeant, without looking up. "Sergeant," implored Burton, "won't you hear just a few words from me before I'm locked up?" "Save your talk for the judge in the morning," came the gruff reply. "Don't you remember that I was in here with Easton, the reporter?" "What has that got to do with it?" queried the sergeant. "Take him down, Gimp." This the policeman did with a good will, dragging Joe roughly below and turning him over to a house officer. Bang! The cell door closed on the No-Good Boy ... "Is this all the good I've done for myself-and Frank?" he wondered, his head throbbing with pain. "And Easton? Why, that fellow fairly deserted me to these brutes!" It was a far greater puzzle than the poor la.d could hope to make out. He ached so, from his beating, that he simply must have some rest. Brushing off one of the benches as best he 1cO'Uld, he lay down. Tired out, he was soon asleep, though he felt all his throbbing pain in the horrible dreams that came to him. "Ain't you ever going to wake up, kid?" demanded a voice, as a rough hand shook his shoulder. Joe opened his drowsy eyes with a shudder. "You've slept past your breakfast, kid, and it's time to get up and go to court," continued the house policeman, shaking the boy once more. "Can I wash 1:1P ?" Joe asked, rising stiffly. "Oh, you won't need that," came the grinning answer. "Our judges haven't any eye for You can wash when the court gets through with you." Shambling, for he was stiff from head to foot, Burton followed the officer: He was led out through a rea r door, in a crowd of other wretehed-looking priso:p.ers, all of whom were fe>rced into a covered wagon. l Bang The doe>r at the hind end was &hut and locked on them. After a jolting, bumping, rough trip our hero found himself being transferred to the guard-room of one of the police courts. "Get upstairs with you," ordered a court officer, roughly. Joe stumbled up the stairs, somehow. He was so sore and dazed that nothing mattered much now! He came out through a door into a stuffy, foul-smelling court-room--came out into the prisoners' pen, where some forty wretches awaited punishment for whatever they had or had not done. As for Joe, when he stepped into that pen, his gaze fell on just one human being among them all. "Frank!" he shouted, despairingly. "Oh, Frank!" Then he rushed blindly across the pen, while Frank Hol den, looking equally wretched and equally startled, rose and tried to reach him. "Stop that noise down there!" came the gruff order from a clerk above. A court officer threw himself between the boys, shoving them apart. "Now, you two quit your nonsense. No; you don't need to talk to each other. Sit down and shut up!" Under that brutal orde:i:: the trembling b<>ys found seats on the benches. n Prisoners were sentenced-hustled away, and new ones brought in in their places. "Joseph Burton !" Joe started, but did not quite comprehend. "Joseph Burton to the bar !" Our hero rose and stumbled forward t.o where he had seen other prisoners standing.

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26 'l'HE NO -GOOD BOYS. "Frank Holden Only too glad to get close to his chum, Frank came q u ick ly, though tremblingly, forward. "One case at a time," interrupt e d the judge "Your Honor, these two boys belong to the same c&se. The y've been pal s It was Officer Gimp's voice speaking. Joe heard him and dully turned There was another policeman standing beside Gimp "What's the charge against these youngsters?" asked the judg e "Vagrancy, your honor1 for want of a better cha.rge," Gimp responded "These boys have been hanging out in tough resorts for weeks. Sometimes they have money, and sometimes they don' t. Btlt they're always around with harcl c h aracters I have some evidep_ce, Your Honor, that these boys ha.ve been working as m0Sflengers for a Pete gang "Pete gang?" queried the j dge, severely. "Yes; Your H o nor. A gang that is s uspected o f using knockoi1t drops for drugging peopl e/' Gimp e xplained "vVhy didn't you bring other witnes ses here?" de manded the court "Why, I think Your Honor will under stand the kind of witnesses they would be," li e d Gimp, glib l y "Even the vitnesses are a low l ot, like the people theae boyi have been hanging out with." To J oe's utter amazement, Gimp went on to lie glibly abo11t both o f the prisoners. T h e other polic e man, afte r being s worn, back e d Gimp up. "Now, what have you boys to say?" asked the j u dge. "You Burton?" "It's a ll a l ie," Joe asserted, wrathfully. O h, I s u ppose so," mocked the judge. "If this charge i sn't true, te ll me how you've been living Joe gave a half hearted acc ount of how the y had lived si nce r eaching New York. B u t when he came to the tale of the strang e r who bad met them, clothed them and provided them with mon ey, the judge broke dri l y : "A stnger did all that for you in N e w York, eh? I gue s s that will be about all, Burton "\ "But if you woul d onl y get Reporter Easton, from th e Chronicle, to come here," pleaded Joe "He would tell you that I am telling the truth." don t run this court," snapp e d the judge. enough, Burton Y:ou're both vagrants, all r ight I commi t you both until you re twenty -on.e I_ rJ",l'bat's t?at?" Joe. '"Oh, don t say that Your Honor We--" "Jake them below," directed a clerk. Down through the gua r d -room they were h ustled and into a cell "Oh, Frank!" J oe!" "ls it true that we're alive, Frank?'' "This mn s t be a dream, Joe--a nightmar e !" "I'm -a.fr aid not," sigh e d Burto n "Frank, it' s all up wifu us. We might as w e ll give t1p trying. We starte d as the No-Good Boys, and we. can' t down the name No-good, indeed! Prisoners until we're twenty one!" "I can t quite believe it yet/' gasped Frank, a.s he sank down on a b e nch "We haven t even a friend to s end to!" "Lawyer Stone?" hinte d Hold e n "What' s the u se?" demanded Joe, bitterly Down eys would tell their yarn, and he woul dn t LIB "The believe "Then I don't see what's to be dorte," sobbed Frank, brokenly . "Frank, old you sme ll of liquol How on earth did that happen ?" "I don't know, Joe When you got ip.to that fight last night I tried to h e lp you, but I was knocked down and didn't know any more When I came to I was in a place that nn'ts t hav e be e n a d e n o f thieve s I tried to make them l e t m e go, but the y only laughed at m e I fell asle e p, and the n the y must have sprinkled me with liquor to make me sme ll lik e a drunkard This morning a police man came and took me away. Then I was s ent to this fearf ul t 4 ... p l ace "And th e r e i s n t a bit of show to fight," groaned Bur ton "If th e re was, I'd feel bett e r. But what can we do in a city whe r e th e poli c e band to g ether again s t innocent people, and where the judg e s won' t l i s t e n to the truth? Bven B ert Eas ton, the reporter, w ent ba c k on me!" "Easton? Report er?" question e d Hol den Th e n Joe told the s tory of how he had sought the aid of the :press, ::i,nd of how he had b ee n abandoned to Gimp at jus t the moment whe n h e lp was needed moot. The hour s dragg e d by. Wh e rev e r they were to be. taken, the authorities did not app ear to be concerning themselves about this unimportant pair of prison e rs. Frank was fajlip.g fa s t und e r the awful strain Twenty four hour s more of thi s and Fnmk Holden would be raving ill. CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION "Burton and Holden? They're down this way Joe nudged his d e jected chum. Rou s e up, Frank!" "Eh?" asked Hold e n, looking wearily u p "Somebody comin g for us." "Going to take us away, "I gues s s o." "Hope there's a bath and A bed where we' re going "'1(i, But Joe did not hear He had leaped to his f e et at sight of a fami l iar fac e pee ring in through the grating. "Mr. Stone!" he gasped, imp l oring ly. It was the Stony Brook lawyer beyond any question

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I THE NO-GOOD BOYS. 17 "I seem to have gotten here just in time," said the law yer, drily. "Frank! Frank!" Don't you realize who it is?" quiv ered Joe. Holden came wearily toward the cell door, then gave a sudden, if feeble, start of pleasure. "What a I've had trying to :find you youngsters," murmured the lawyer. "My man," to an attendant, "wcill"t you be good enough to unlock this door?" Like two people in a trance Joe and Frank moved out into the corridor. Lawyer Stone grasped the hand of each boy, then led them to a bench nearby. "How on earth did you come -to be here ?" gasped Joe. "A hard enough time I've had to :find you,'' sighed the lawyer. ".Tu.st after the Downeys left town-=-did you know they're in New Yo. rk somewhere-I had news for you. I had a notion you might be here in this town, so I came over to look you up. What a chae I've had. But. to-day, in an early evening newspaper, I saw a short item about your being sentell.ced as vagrants. What can it all mean, Joe? But,.,.po;}, won't ask you now. All I want is to know enough, so that I can go before the judge who s entenced you." "Then here's some one who can tell you!" cried Joe, struggling to his feet and peering wildly down the dim corridor. "Oh, Mr. Easton!" "Oh, there you are!" hailed the reporter, coming for ward wi-!p swift, eager steps.. He gripped Joe's hand. "I saw what ha.d happened to you in an evening paper,'' went on the reporter, rapidly. "But how did it happen?" "How did you happen to drop out jl1.st when I needed you moot?" Joe cross-questioned. ''It's all the doings of that accursed Gimp!" grunted Easton, sheepishly. "I thought I had that cop scared enough, so that he would do the right thing. He swore he would. So I hurried back to the Chronicle office. Later Gimp telephoned me that all wa._s lovely, and I supposed it was. But no,w--" Easton stopped, compressed his lips, then "I see the swift finish of Gimp. Hevel, the cop who ap peared against your friend, will be in the same boat I Oh, I've got some grudges to satisfy I But tell me." Then Joe fell to, helped out in his .recital by Frank. Lawyer Stone and the rep0rter listaned wonderingly. "Mr. Stone," cried the rel?orter, at last, "aren't you ancl I wasting time? The judge Will be gone home in another half-hour. Come along, sir!" Joe and Frank were ta'.Jieh back to their cells, but they went with light hearts now. t Nor was it long ere Lawyer Stone and the young reporter were back, this time with a signed discharge for the two young prisoners. Reporter Easton now took charge of affairs with a rush and a swing that made things hum. He had a cab quickly at the door through which the two country boys had entered hours before as prisoners. Once the cab had started, Joe sought to find out the reason why Lawyer Stone had come to New York to find J "Oh, that'll keep for a little while," replied the lawyer, closing his lips. "The first thing to do is to see yo as near comfortable at the hotel as it can be managed/' New suits were purchased as quickly as it could be done. At the hotel Lawyer Stone engaged a suite of rooms with a bath. Into a hot tub went Frank first, and then Joe. Joe felt almost blissfully happy as h!.'l lay on his sofa and closed his eyes after his bath. "Poo r boy!" he heard some one say, at last, and opened his eyes. Mrs. Downey, her face wet with tears, stood over him. .T ust back of her, looking wholly shamefaced, stood Farmer Bill Downey. And there, just a little further off, her face wretcliedly pale, stood Tess Downey. "Oh, my poor boy!" sobbed Mrs. Downey, when she saw Burton looking at her. "I'm a fool, lad," groaned Mr. Downey. But Tess held back. "Tess!" called Joe, softly. She came forward, quickly, then, sinking on one knee bes ide the sofa and hiding her face against his coat. "Tess," murmured the boy, stroking her hair softly, "you don't really believe I'm no-good, do you?" "Oh, Joe!" she cried, piteously. "It's all right, then/' murmured Joe Burton, happily. "I don't blame you, at all. If ever boys had every appearance against them for a while, we certainly were IT. But how's Frank?" "He's resting out in the other room/' answered Mrs. Downey. "I'm going in there and look after him." Bill Downey seemed to think that Frank needed him, too, for he followed in his wife's steps. "Tess," whispered Joe, "do you remember what you promised me one afternoon? That we were always to be friends, and that you wouldn't believe ill of me? That you'd always be pleasant and kind, and think well of me, I no matter what other folks thought?" "'Don't Joe, don't!" sobbed Tess. "I did promise f 'il.nd then, the very first thing, I turned against you rest of the world. Joe Burton, you'd better not waitt :me fo:r a friend after this. 9i'm not the kind tliat stab.Mi" the test!" "--::>' !. 1IJ<; "Don't cry, Tess," hair ,_Jgain. "I'm so happy, just now, that I don't want to see any one feel badly." "I wish I could do something to make you feel a good deal happier,'' cried the girl. "You can." "How?"

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28 THE NO-GOOD BOYS. "You'll have to get your face a good deal mine for a start, Tess." Dumbly she obeyed. Then Joe caught her head suddenly, drawing her lip.s down tightly against his own. "Do you understand, Tess?" he whispered, as she drew her head up in pretty confusion. "I-I think I do," came the low reply. Lawyer Stone stepped into the room and came over to ward the young people, drawing up a chair close to the head of the sofa. "Joe, I've just told Frank, and now I guess you'll be glad _to hear the news that brought me to New York to find you. The railroad people are behaving themselves, at last." "They're going to settle for my little property?" quiv ered Joe, :flushing and sitting bolt upright. "They have settled, already," corrected the lawyer. "The money's in bank to your credit, my boy." "Did they settle decently?" demanded the boy. "Well, rather. You see, lad, the canvas8 for the legisla ture has begun out our way. There's going to be a hot fight between the two parties this year. The crowd that's in is favorable to the railroad. 'l'he other crowd is try ing to get in. The fellow in the opposition party who's running for the legislature down our way heard about the shabby way the railroad used you. He was going to make that a part o f his argument in the qampaign this fall. The railroad folks were afraid it would cost 'em pretty dearly, so they canre to me and wanted to settle." Lawyer Stone leaned back and chuckled before he went on: "The railroad people toM me they were ready to pay the four thousand that you had demanded." "Did they really pay it?" cried Joe. "Et-no. You see, Joe, I knew what was in the wind. So I told the railroad lawyers that, in view of the way they had tor:p. down your home, I thought the courts would award a higher sum. Bye and bye they offered six thou sand dollars to settle the case out o f court." ".And you took it?" "I didn't. I waited1 and the next offer WM seven thou sand." "Great!" "It's got greater, though, Joe. When the railroad folks fouri.d I wasn't in a hurry, they came up to eight tho:usa.nd dollars. That was about as high as they'd be likely to go, and there's no use in being a hog, so, as your guardian, I Sold the matter out, and, Joe, there are now eight thousand go:ld dollars in bank for you I" Joe felt stupefiea ; at first. B ef ore he could think what to say, Lawyer Stone had strolled out of the room again. "Tess," whispered Joe, with a mischievous smile, "I can follow your advice now." "What was that, Joe?" "To buy a store and some decent clothes, and be respecta ble." "You'll do that last thing, all right." "When a fellow gets older, Tess, it takes two t.o be re spectable." Tess colored, but he drew her face again down to his. Easton flashed in and then out. He took a .swift look around, saw that things were going swimmingly, and ap peared to be contented. put those two cops inpickle," he announced. -"Or ders have gone out from Headquarters that Gimp and Revel are to be suspended this evening. They'll be tried, soon, and broke from the force." Slick Ike was caught, convicted and sent to Sing Sing. Among other things, our hero hunted up the clergyman who had "staked" the:rn for their first start. "I guess you'd better pay that money to Mrs. Downey," smiled the Rev. Mr. Ambrose. "It was Mrs. Downey and her daughter who gave me the funds and sent me down to the Fall River Line pier to see if I could find you. It seems that you had gained their gratitude by saving the young lady's life, and that you had refused to take any reward for it." So Joe, thereupon, had another topic to talk over with Tess. But he has many more topics now to talk over with her. They discuss things across the table at every meal. The Downeys went back to Stony Brook, though not be fore Bill Downey, in his eager haste to get rich, had dropped ten thousand dollars in worthle!)s mining shares .After that jolt he went bacl;r to Stony Brook and farming. Joe and Frank are partners in the general store at Stony Brook these days. Their store has grown greatly, and they are prospering. Frank Holden may wed one of these days, but, for the present, he drops in often to see ho.w happily Joe and Tess are living. Neither young man, 'nowadays, is referred to as being "no-good." They have successfully downed that tough name. THE END. I One of the greatest stories that ever has been written will appear complete under the title, "KICKED OFF THE EARTH; OR, TED TRIM'S HARD LUCK CURE." By Rob Roy. YO'll will find this grand story in No. 7 of' the "Wide Awake Weekly," out next week! SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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Books Tell You These Everything! .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! Each book oonsists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, In type and neatly bound In an attractive Ulustrated covet: <>f the books are als:> profusely illustrated and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a manner that any ch ild. can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjec'tis mentioned. THESFl BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL P.E SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY 'l'HREE BOOKS l<'OR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap p r o vea methods of mesmerism ; also how to cure all kinds of diseases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Ht?;;o Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracmg all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with il lw;trations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. deceptive Card '!'ri c ks as performed by leading conjurors and mag1c1ans. Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. No 82. HOW TO DO PALl\HSTRY.-Containing the most ap-MAGIC. jJroved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with No. ? HO. W DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, card tricks, contammg full instruction on all the leading card tricks trnd the ke.v for telling character by the bumps on the head. By of the also most popular magical illusions as performed by Hu:;o Koch, A. C. S. Fully illustrated. oui.: mag1c1ans : every boy should obtain a copy of this book, HYPNOTISM. as it will both amuse and instruct. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in-No .. 22 TO DO'SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ sight strnctive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explamed b)'. his form e r assistant, Fre d Hunt, Jr. Explaining how explain111g the mos t approved methods which are employ e d by the the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the lea
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.. :=-' .: '(HE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK. --Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most famom1 end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little book. No .. TllE OF NEW YORK STUMP Conta1!1mg a varied asso;tn;ient of titump speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows. No: 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKlll BQOK.-Something new and very instructive. Every boy. ob tam this as it contains full instructions for orgamzmg an amateur mmstrel troupe. No. 65. M ULD00!"1'S is one of. the most original JOke ever and 1t 1s brimful of w1 t and humor. It contams a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No .. 79. HQW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing complete tnstrucbons how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompter Scenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the latest Jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-r e nowned and ever popular German comedian. Sixty-four pages handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 16. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Oontaining full instructions for constructing a window garden eithe r in town or country, and the most approve d metlrods for raising beautiful flow ers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub lished. No. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever published. It contains r ecipes for cooking meats fish, game and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and ii granq collt!chon of recipes by one of our most popular cooks. No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for everybody, boys, gil'ls, men and women; it will teach you how to make almost. anything arounq the house, such as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRIOITY.-A description of the wonderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism; together with full instrctions for !llaking Electric Toys, Batteries, etc. By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty illustrations. No. 31. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containinr-four teen illustrations, giving the different positions requisite to a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gem s from the popular !luthors of prose and poetry, arrang, ed in the most simple and conc1s-' manner possible. No. 49. _HOW TO DEBATE.-Giving rules fo1 conducting de bates, outlines for. qu.estions for discussion and the bea' sources for procurmg mfotmation on the questions &iven. SOCIETY. No. 3. 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By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO l\IAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including biota on how to <'./\tl!h moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington Keene. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuable book, grving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountins and preserving birds, animals and insects. No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE P.ETS.-Giving com plet!l as to the m.anner an.d method' of raising, keepinr, tammg, breedmg, and managmg all kmds of pets; ,also giving full instruct ions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book of the kind ever published. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MAOHINES.-Conta!ning full directions for miildng electrical machines, induction c01ls, dynamos, and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A. R. B ennett. Fully illustrated. No. 61. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a MISCELLANEOUS. large collection of instructive and hi ghly amusing electrical tricks, No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SOIENTIST.-A useful and in together with illustrations. By A. Anderson. structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex ENTERTAINMENT. periments in acoustics, me chan i cs, mathematics, chemistry, and di rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. T4i No. 9. HOW TO BECOME A-VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. Kennedy. The secret given away. Every intelligent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multi-making .all kinds of candx, etc. tudes every night with his wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84. HOW TO AN AUTHOR.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the greatest book ever published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. I:JOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general com very valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful authol'. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic r ecitations, etc., suitable .Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won money than any book published. derful book. containing useful and practical information in the No. ,35. HOW TO PLAY GAMES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary disea ses and ailments common to every hook, containing the rules and r1:?gulations of billiards, bagatelle, fami ly. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com backgammon, croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conunrlrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the collecti ng and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustratlo'd. No. 52. HOW '1'0 PLAY OARDS.-A complete and bandy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DE'l'ECTIVE.-By Old King Brady, hook, the rules and '\r ections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known d etective In which he lays down some valu.able bage . Casi.no, Forty-Five, .tt:--.., ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and rules for beginners, and. also relates some advent:ures Auction Pitc h All Fours, and Il:rttny other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives. r.1i No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three bun-No. 60. 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Fame and Fortune Weekly BTOR/ OF BOYi WHO MAKE MONEY ,; By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A NEW ONE ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY PRIVE 5 VENTS A COPY Thi1 Weekly contains interesting storie::; of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of pasaing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-made men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can b e come famous and wealthy. Every one of this series contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Weekly a magazine for the home although each number is replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists. and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance: or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake view. 21 .All to 'the Good; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Boy of Them .AIL 23 Bound to Win ; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Throug:h; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 .A Born Speculator; or, the Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got r:rhere. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green 27 Struck Oil; or, The Boy Who Made a Million. River. 28 .A Golden Risk; Oi, The Young Miners ot Della Cruz. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made 29 .A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall street. 30 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted 31 .A Mad Cap Scheme; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of CoMine. cos Island. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 32 .Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. 12 A Diamond In the Rough; or, .A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. 33 Playing to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall H A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 34 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy in the World. 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. 17 King ot the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in mottey or po1tage stamps, by I P.&A.BK Publisher, 24 Union Squa.re, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office dire ct. Cut out and ftll in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and w e w ill send them to you by return mall. POS'.rAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS I FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. .... .................. 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: .. copies of WORK AND WIN Nos ........................................................... " THE WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos ................................................... . " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ... ............................................... " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos ...................................................... . " PLUCK AND LUCK Nos .............................................................. " SECRET SERVICE, NOS .. ............................................................ " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos .................................................. " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos .......... c 1'aee ............ .............. Street and No ................. Town ......... State

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