In the 'Frisco earthquake, or, Bob Bragg's day of terror

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In the 'Frisco earthquake, or, Bob Bragg's day of terror
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kBDMPtETE SJGRY-,.// s c e nrs,. ... .. / _____ ....-.... Boom! The earth shook shudderingly. Crash! Doomed 'Frisco was i n the throes of the earthquake. Buildings toppletl down like houses of cards! "Save me! screamed Lena, then fainted. "If there's safety anywhere!" panted Bob rushing out with mother and


WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY A COMPLETE ST01lY EVERY WEEK. luued Weeklg'-Bg 8ub1orlptwn. f2.50 per gear. Entered according to Act of Congress, hi the gear 1908, in the o ffice of the L'brarlan o f O o ngrtJB1, Washing t on., D 0., bg Frank Touseg, PubUB11er, 24 Unio rl Square, New Y ork. No 9 '.M:IDW YORK, JUNE 15, 1906. Price 5 Cenu OR, I I -BOB BRAGG'S DAY TERROR. :-" 11 ; .. I .. -.i -I ... -1,d"' '1 . -. ' If' By PROF: OLIVER OWENS L I CHA P TER I. Richard Bragg had deeply offended his own father, an irri table old man. THE BOTTOM DROPS OUT OF THE EARTH. Bob'9 grandfather had been a wealthy man, but this old As he awoke, reached out and got his watch, Bob Bragg man cut off his son after the wedding that took place in became aware of three things. San Francisco He was abed in an houseo n Hayes street, Richard Bragg, full of grit, baa' tried his best to provide San Francisco. for his young wife and the son who had come to them. It was the eighteenth of April, 1906. But Richard's health had not been good for years. It was just ten minutes past five in the morning. In the year 1905 Bob's father had died, st ill unforgiven "Just my kind of luck!" Bob. "I'm plumb by his own father. wide awake, and there's no sense in getting up for an hour Thereupon, Bob and his mother had scratched along and a half yet." rather hacrd, though they had a small balance in a savi ngs Yet, as he lay there in bed, kicking re stlessly about, his bank to fall back upon in case of absolute need. mind traveled back over all that had conspired to bring In J anua:ry of the new year Bob's grandfather had died. him to 'Frisco. He left an estate of more than a quarter of a million "I've b een here two weeks and haven't done a blessed to hi s son, RichaTd, or to Richaid's "heirs, if any." thing but spend money and time!" he grunted, in a dis-In the :first moment that the news came to them, Bob heartened way "There don't seem to be any end to this and his mother had felt justly elated at the coming of a trail. In another week-a fortnight at the most-I must belated fortune. go back East, whipped out; and break mother's heart But then the law ste pped in, with its grave, searching Judging by the sigh that came from his lips, Bob's own questions. heart might have b een breaking. Richard Bragg being d ead, it was necessary for Bob's And, as a matter of :fact, if he failed on this one great mother to prove that she was the lawful wife of Richard item of business that had brought him to the city of the Bragg, deceased. Golden Gate, hi s heart would be as near to breaking as a Could she prove it? boy's heart cou ld come. At first thought nothing seemed easier His was a queer enough puzzle to untangle. 'The marriage had been duly recorded by the County Years ago his father had married his mother Thereby Clerk at San Francisco.


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. lt would. be on record at the City Hall in that city. So the lawyer to whom Bob's mother went wrote to thQ County Clede in 'Frisco for copy of the marriage entry. After a long delay the reply came. Some yea.r1> before, owing to a series of frai1ds in tho City Hall, many pages had been bodily torn out of the rec ord books. It so happened that record of the inaniage of Bol;i's. parents was among those that had been stolen The law is a strange thing. Everyone in that little East ern town had known, or at l east been reasonably sure, that Bob's parents were properly married. But there was no official to show this. The marriage certificate, given by the clergyman? Thereby hung another tale as stra.nge. Immediately after their marriage Bob' s father and mother hauld serve as a perfect hiding place that no one would think of lookin g for. Full of the thought, in the terror still left by the re'J?hen came s-udden circumstances in '\'hich the newly lllarried couple started haf)tily for the :E)ast. Not until they were on the train, and two hundred miles away from the Golden Gate, did Mrs. Bragg remember the left-behind marriage certificate. 'In alarm she told her husband. "Pooh That ii;n't wofth going baok ater," laughed Richard Bragg. "The whole thing is on record at the City Hall, and we can get a copy if we should ever want one." So it had been forgotten until the need came. But now here was Mrs. Bragg, unable to prove her marriage, and, without that proof, unable to touch a penny of the fortune that rightfully belop.ged to her. In the oase that she failed to prove her marriage, the mo11ey would go to a distant cousin of Bob's father. It had all seemed a simple task to Bob to come to 'Frisco, and to find that house if were still standing, and to find the mop -board in question, if it had not since been tampe red with. So our hero had come alone, his mother being almost helplessly ill from the disappointment, and from the se cret dread that many of her friends believed she never had been really married to Bob's father. "And so I've put in two weeks already, -on what seemed such a simple job," sighed Bob, as he lay in bed at 5.10 on that morning. "In two weeks more I'll b!"' cleaned out of mone y, except for my return fare. And mother'll certainly die of grief and shame if I don't find that blessed paper! Whew! To think of losing three hundred thousand dol lars for the lack of one measly page of writing!" Yet our hero's search had been as thorough as it was possible, For twelve blocks up from the lower end of Haves Street he had carefully searched every house that the bui.lcling s records showed to have been standing at the time of his mother's wedding. membrance of her terrible dream, the young brid e flew "Well, I've got to begin with Block 13 to-day," he cried, clown the stairs to her landlady, from whom she procured desperately. "I'll carry the search to the end of Hayes a hammer and a few nails. Street, if there's time left me!" Returning upstairs, young Mrs. Bragg had placed her As he kicked restlessly out of bed against the wall, the marriage certificate in a small tin box that she happened toes of one foot touched the mop-board. to have. Right there he started as if he had received an elect ric Even at this late day in 1906 Bob's mother remembered shock. that the box was three inches by four at the end, and ten Then, dizzy, he leaned over the edge of the bed, yankinches in length. ing the hampering clothes away, This box, containing the certificate, she had hurriedly "Three nails at one end-four at the other! Glory!" placed behind the loose mop-board, and then had nailed he ejaculated in a frenzy of joy. that bit of timber securely in place. With a whoop he was out of bed, hauling the bed out "I remember," she explained to her son, "as plainly as away from the mop-board. if it were yesterday, that I drove four nails in at one end "What a prize idiot I've been!" he choked "I've been of the mop-board, and three nails at the other end. Then in this .house from the first, arid I gave hardly a look at I felt safe. No one would suspect where my marriage thi s one room of all the rooms in the world. I never saw certificate was hidden. I would keep it there until I that board before, just because the bed r e;;ted against the moved. I was happy, contented, once more, and s.o I rather wall there! Bob Bragg, you unspeakable, unutten:i.ble forgot about it all." \ass!"


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE 8 in a frenzy of mixed reproach and uncontrollable joy, he dashed at his trousers, securing his l arge j ack-knife With trembling fibers he started to pry away the board. iie had gotten one end almost off when-Snap 'rhe b l a .de had broken off short Nothing daunted, he lay hold of the loosenad end of the board to wrench it off. A sudden fit of swaying dizziness seized him. His heart was surgi ng behind his ribs He felt as if he were either going to die with joy, or else go crazy, "I've got to steady tnyself and get a grip on my brain," he muttered, rising and holding to the foot of the bed. "I mustn't go off the handle now that I've got all the joy l'v-e been hunting for . Ob, bdther I'll dress; and cool down while I'm doing it. Then I'll go downstairs and get proper tools for this kind of a Hdw"glad Mrs. Rivers will be--the dear soul. She's been s o anxious for me! And I shall always love 'Ftisco people for their gboclness. in letting me explore their hous e s when I told them that I was after a precious family record. Oh, they've a ll been good to me out here. And I'm so happy. But Mrs. Rivers! She's the prize of all the folks I've me't out here. Lena Rivets, Goel bless her! If Bhe wete a younger woman I'd fa ll in love with her and marry her in spite of every thing!" ( Then Bob smiled as he thought of himself, a beardless boy of seventeen, thinking of marriage with this tall, stately, htmdson1e young widow ten yeats o l det than him s elf and w ith a datighter nearly 1rnlf as olcl as the impulsive Eastern boy. "But she's a btick, ariyway, dear o l d Lena is," flushed Bob, as he w ent feve rishly on with his dressing "Now that we're going to have the Bragg tnoney after all, I'll make mother do something handsome by dear old Lena." Mrs. Rivers had four rooms on the second floor of this Hayes Street house. One of them wa.a the betl-roo:ln sh'13 had rented to our hero to help out on the s ma ll income that she earned frdm dresf>making. "Oh, you dear old mop-board!" glowed :Bob, as he turned once more to look at the loosened timber. "What you mean to me Words can t tell And. mother I'll wire her the very second that I'm s ure!'; Having :finished one of the hastiest dressings he had ever done, he picked up his watch from the s tand beside the bed. "Five-thirteen?" he murmured, slipping the time-piece into his pocket. "I've dressed in record time. But things are happening fast this great morning!" Suddenly, though he was not aware of feeling badly, he staggered, :i:eeled, pitched up against the wall, then plunged on his face on the floor. In a twinkling he sat upl half-dazed with the queerness of it all. "What on earth--? Why, .J'm not sick !" The floor under him seemed tossing like the sea. His frightened gaze saw the walls bulge inward, then sag outward. There was a rumbling, an indescribable din, as if the whole universe were grum bling in its wrath. Bob shot his hands behind him to save ll.ililBelf from being pitched on his back. "I know whai<'.s up!" he screamed, frantically, "I've .gone crazy A 'vofiian's hbiTi:fied shriek tahg out in another room. A child's piercing c r y blended with ii "Have they gone ctal?lj; too?" cha\tei'ed Bob; theh btoke into hysterical laughter. "Oh, Bob, Bob Are ydU thE!te, alive ?11 It was Lena Rivers' agonized voice. "Alive, yes," Bob bellowed back, hoarsely. "But I believe I'm going crazy What ails me?" "Oh, Bob, this is the most dreadful earthquake---" "Earthquake?" roared Bob. "Bosh l Is that all r" He crawled swiftly to the door, then rose, clutching at the frame for support Cms h Down came the ceiling behind him, beams and a ll, with a terrific cloud of dust. Somehow, the boy got that door open. ln the doorway of h e r room, not ha v ing H:ti1e to take more than the first steps a t dressing, stoo d Lena Rivers, looking t.he picture of beautiful tertor. To her skirts clung littl e E l sie, her childish bee white and haggard with the horror of it all. . For t.he house st ill swayed and rocked, as if tloth1hg could hold I it up another in s tant. From all over the ne1ghbothood came s hrit!ks of tertor and agony. It was Bedlam turned loose-the bottom dropping out of the once solid. ear th "Bob," faltered Mrs Rivers, as s h e tried to steady her self anc1 hoid up the chi ld at the same time, "this l.s Judg ment Day-the end of everything JH "Come toward me, Lena! Try to reach me!'; implored gallant Bob, as trying desperately to keep his footing on that topsy-turvy, tremulous floor, he sought to reach mother and c hild. "Don't cry! Elsie--lt' il be a ll right!" T opple A sudden swaying of floor and walls hurled Mr s R.ivers forward. into his arms Boom The earth shook shudd er in g ly. Crash Doomed ;Frisco was in the throes df the earth quake Buildings now toppled over like houses of cards I "Save me, Bob!" screamed Lena. "And-oh, save E l sie!" Then she fainted. "If there's a n y safety anywhere P' panted Bob. Still holding Mrs. Rivers tight in his he called huskily: "Grab my clothes, Elsie, dear! Hold on tight! Get to the stairs with me!" Somehow, even hampered by the weight of this tall,


4 IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. solidly built, beautiful young woman, Bob reached the stairs, sitting on the top stair. Elsie was still clinging to him. "Now, get both your arms around my neck, little one," quavered young Bragg. "Now, hold on tight-for your life, pet l Can you!" "Yes, I can Elsie s creamed, bravely. Good Now we're going Rising, staggering under his double Bob Bragg succeeded in getting downstairs to the door and in rushing out with mother and child. They were in the street-but homeless! In the street Just three human dots in that ma d, panic-frenzied throng of lost souls in doomed Hayes Val l ey! CHAPTER II. "Wake up! Look at us and talk to us, Lena. Here! Rouse! Your child needs you!" "Oh, mamma, you ain't dead?" Elsie screamed in a new panic of terror greater than that caused by the earth quake. The piteous childish voice roused the woman. her eyes, smiling faintly. "Come, it's all over, Lena," the boy he r. "But rouse! We have got to get out of this to clear space some how. These toppling b'uildings will be down on us at the next shake. Come, you can sit up I'll help you!" In a little while Bob Bragg had the woman on her feet again. She was weak and swayed, but Bob's strong young arm around her held her up. All of the crowd that had regained its senses enough to think was heading in the same Mar ket The one instinct was to reach that great artery of the city and to follow it out to the city limits, there to reach SCAR-FACE A HALF MINUTE TO THE GOOD. the fields or the hilis where there were no swaying buildWhile the shock la s ted, people knew not what they did, ings to topple down and crush out life. nor what happened. "Can't we get back into the house-for a few minutes?" It slackened, then stopped, at the end of three minutes. asked Mrs Rivers. Three minutes? Three centurie s of terror and agony "It's not to be thought of," panted Bob. "Look at your Bob reached the middle of the street and lay Mrs. old home now! The weight of a foot on the stairs would Rivers down on the pavement. bring the whole structure down in a heap of dust! Come!" Elsie slid down to her mother's side, and lay there, be-With one arm tightly around her, and the other hand wilderedly hugging her parent. gripping Elsie's little hand, Bob led them down through As for Bob, though he tried to stand up and know what the middle of the street. was going on around him, he realized far less than he saw. Nor, until they had turned into Market Street, and All up and down the stre e t, as far as the e y e could were heading up toward the city limits, did Bob again reach, it was the same wild, indescribable picture of peothink of that precious box all but recovered. ple fighting their way frantically through the doorways "Oh-great heavens!" he choked, stopping short in de-to the street. spair. One man Bob saw come safely out of his door, and land"What is it?" Lena asked, faintly, shuddering and lean-ed up against a lamp post. In another instant a sign had ing more heavily upon him. fallen upon the unfortunate wretch, crushing his head in. She looked as if she were about to faint again. Kind.Another man was pitched headlong from an upper winliearted Bob feared that she might even die if she were c1ow to the pavement, the fall killing him. left alone now. People were on their knees, pra y ing. Others lay on their No; he could not go back-not yet, anyway. faces, afrai _d, or unable, to rai s e themselves. "If that box was there, it will be there in the ruins when On the sidewalk, not teu feet from the Eastern boy, lay I get back," he assured himself. a man who was swiftly gas ping his life out. A victim "What is it?" Lena repeated, curiously. of heart disease, the s hock had done for this man. "I was thinking of something else, for a moment Bob Then the shock lightened, next stopped. evaded. "But no, we've got to go forward to sa.fety-if Bob's first thought was now of the fainting woman there's any left anywhere in the world!" under his protection. "Do you think this shock has taken in the whole counShe still lay in that complete stupor. try-or the whole world?" the young woman asked, her At the curb s tood a bucket that had been put there white iips barely framing the question. for watering a horse. "The J..i0rd only knows," Bob answered, blindly However it happened, the bucket still retained nearly Crash! R-r-rip Boom! half its liquid contents. Though the shock had ceased, the trembling of the earth Snatching it up, Bob bent over his friend, took careful had left thousands of structures in the city in such top aim, and dashed the water well over her face, so that much heavy condition that hardly a breeze was needed to send of it trickled down inside her robe. them crashing down into dust and tiny clutter There was a fl.utter of the eyelids, and Bob knelt eagerly As these three single and unimportant human beings beside her. 1 trudged dazedly on in the throng of thousands of others


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. a just like them, from every side came the adding work of ruin and desolation. Fire was rearing its head, too. Every here and there, in some house, an upset cook-stove or an overturned lamp had started a blaze. Clang clang clang What was left of the fire depart ment was trying nobly to respond to the calls. Policemen tried to handle and direct the throngs, who dumbly obeyed. Indeed, the police uniform was not necessary; the people were ready to obey any one who to know what order to give. Though she shivered in the chill air of early morning, Lena seemed not really aware of the scantiness of her at tire or that of her child. Indeed, there were few completely dressed people any where in that dense, patiently trudging mob. They passed a big, open lot where a few had huddled. It was big enough to promise safety, in the m1ddle of the lot, from the toppling of any near-by buildings. Yet few had stopped to rest in this lot. Common in sti nct urged the desolate multitude on out toward the real, open country. A few blocks further on, and they came to another great vacant lot. Here, too, few refugees had stopped. But Lena was holding so heavily to our hero now that he looked at her in dismay. "Lena," he cried, tenderly, "you're too weak to go fur ther." "I-I am afraid so," she admitted, grudgingly. "Leave me-get somewhere to safety-you and Elsie." "Leave you!" panted Bob. "What on earth do you think I am? A cur? A coward? Thank Heaven, I'm an American!" "But I really cannot go much further, and you cannot carry me." "No ; but you'll be safe in that vacant lot over there. See! There are very few people there. We'll go to the middle of the lot, and there you'll be as safe as you can . ery willingly Lena Rivers turned her steps as he di rected. Elsie, too dazed even to think, had uttered hardly a word all the way. I Here, in the middle of the big vacant lot, Bob let his friend slide down to a seat on the ground, Elsie droppine beside her. "There, you're all right now !" cheered Bob. Then the tremendous thought struck him again-with keener force than ever. That box That precious box that he almost found, back at the house in devastated Hayes Street. "Lena," he cried, bending down over her, "can you spare me for a little while?" "Oh!" she shuddered, as if he had struck her. "Must you leave me now?" "I must go back to that house," he thrilled. "I had dis covered jus t too late, that which I sought. I had that wanted proof almost in my hands. Lena, it was hidden in your hom e all the while! I must go back and get it now." Bravely she shook off. fear and looked up at him, her bloodless lips forming in i the smile that she forced for her young protector. "Yes, you must go, Bob! Run! Hasten! Let nothing s top you! And God bless you and speed you!" Bob bent lower still, and kissed her, fully, frankly. Then he caught up the child in his arms, and kissed her too. Then, setting Elsie bes ide her mother, he turned and sped off down Market Street. But it proved impossible to get downtown, a single individual against that steady, patient, drudging, trudging crowd headed the other way. Bragg was forced to take to side streets. Here he made more rapid progress, though, several times, he had hair-br eadt h escapes from falling walls that all but ca ught and crushed him. At points he had to all but halt, while he fought his way over the ruined heaps of what once were homes, now l ying in heap s in the s treets. "What the earthquake didn't get the fire will!" groaned the boy, as, looking upward, he saw the dense blanket 9f smoke that hung over the doomed town. '\ He was moving, even if swiftly, as though he walked and ran in a trance. Instinct played a bigger part than will just now. He knew that he was headed for lower Hayes Street, and he got there. In fact, he turned the corner near est to the house that had once held his lodging. Part of the building was down in the street now. 'l'he re st of it looked certain to fall within the hour. But Bob to the ruined doorway. "Here! Don't go in there!" bellowed a neighbor, a man named Schmidt, who had owned, lmtil the earthquake came, a fine sausage shop a few doors away. But Bob Bragg never stopped to listen. He darted into the hallway and looked at the stairway. That was still standing, though the timbers bulged and the balustrade was twisted out of all shape. It didn't look like a one-in-ten chance that the stairs would hold his weight. If they gave, they wouid pull down other timbers on his head-drag the whole house down, most likely, and crush hi s life out under the ruins. Yet Bob Bragg spent hardly a second in sizing up the sit uation. He was a boy of one idea, now, and he went on softly but swiftly up the stairs. Boards creaked under him. His footing was swaying. He didn't care. If the building and life held out, long enough, he would reach that room He would wrench away the concealing mop-board, even


6 1N THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKEl. though he brought swift, crush ing death down upbn himself. He reached his old room, crossed the rtow uphitrtetl thi eshold-gli

IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE, same box. But Scar -fa ce! If h(:l founQ. a paper, he must still have it!" Dropping the box, our hero sprang forward under a stronger impulse than before. It at lea s t seemed highly probable that Scar-face had pass e d this way. "I'm on the right track, anyway!" the boy quivered, l:!S he hurried forward, blindly elbowing his way through those who blundered into his way. "Oh, you scoundrel! You thief! You've a treasure-worth nothing to you, but honor and fortune to us!" Then came a thought that fairly dizzied the young seeker. "What if the fellow, realizing that it was worthless to him, tossed the paper away somewhere?" Bob stopped, leaning for support against a lamp-post that had been left standing. For the moment he felt so weak that it seemed impossi ble to keep erect without aid. "Oh, he wouldn t do that!" groaned the 'terrified ioy. And yet he was forced to admit that it would be the most natural thing in the world to throw away a thing that seemed to be useless. -"I don't know about that, though!" faltered the boy, looking about him at the slowly-fl.owing human stream. "Most of these folks are still carting away useless things. Look at that man!" man in question, wearing only a bath-robe, >yas hugging to him, as his sole item of baggage, a birQ.-cage, badly twisted out of shape and minus I bird of any kind. Had Bob been less tortured of soul, he would have laughed outri ght at the ludicrous sight. And others, all around him, were carrying useless things in their dumb :flight There was a woman, old, bent and withered-a woman who as if it would require all her strength to keep herself going. Yet she toted a heavy in either 1 hand! "Oh, Scar-face will have the paper, if only I can find him!" Bob tried to assure himself. Behind, a conflagration was raging. Thousands of homes and business buildings at the lower end of the town were already in flames. Hayes Valley, Ollt of which Bob Bragg had got just in time, was now pouring up dull, dirty yellow ?moke like a volcano. A slight change in the wind would bring the conflagra tion rushing out this way, licking up all the wooden ruins in its path. ,. But Bobtcared not for fires-car.ed not for anything, now, except to fincl that precious paper which meant all in all in the world to himself and his mother. He was soon coming, though, to the vacant lot where he had left Mrs. Rivers and Elsie. He must stop there just long enough to tell them what it was that must absorb all his thoughts for the present. Just by luck Bob chanced to glance down of the side streets as he hurried along. r.rhen, he stopped short. "That looks like the description of--" began the boy, throbbingly curious. The man at whom he was staring turned-a short, thick .. set, smooth -faced man as dark as if he had been a Span iard. But it was at his left cheek that our hero stared with a fascination that made him tremble. There was a deep, purplish disfigurement-just the shape of a new moon. "Scar-face! It can't be any other!" quivered Bob. Swifter than thought the boy raced down the side street. He halted, pantingly, before the man. "But I can't go at him like a thief-it wouldn't be policy," young Bragg realized. So, instead: "I beg your pardon--" he began, tremulously. "It's' granted," smiled Scar-face. "I want to ask you a question-a fearfully important one." r "Go ahead, lad." I "Did you break into a house in Hayes-I beg your don again. I am so rattled, like every one else that I can't think of the right words. But did you explore a house in Haye s Street?" "\iVhy ?" "Did you go upstairs in a house?" "Well?" "Did you find anything there?" "What are you driving at?" s miled Scar-face. "See here blurted the tormented boy, "in a house in Hayes Street, wher e I lodged, behind a mop-board was a s mall tin box. It contained just one little paper--" "Only a paper?" smiled Scar-face, in that same tantalizing way. Bob stopped short-stumped. For the life of him he didn't know whether there was a n yt hing else in that box. "I-I don't know, he stammered Scar-face's manner changed. "My lad," he replied, severely, "you are questioning me a bout something that doesn't reall y concern you. If that box you speak of had bee n yours, you would lmow just what was in it." "Bnt did you find such a box in Hayoo Street!" "No, I didn't." Bob's heart s ank a few notches. If this was really the thief, then he plainly meant to deny his guilt. "See here," Bragg pleaded, desperately, "this won't put you in any hole, but it may put me in a big one. All I want is that on,e solitary paper, and I--" "What kind of a paper?" interrupted Scar-face, with an other tantalizing smile. This time our hero decided that plain honesty would be the safest course.


8 IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE . "It was a marriage certificate," he said, simply but elof "Hurrah!" quivered Bob. "Now, I'll soon be through quently. "My mother's. And that paper is the only proof she had that she really was an heiress." "Romantic!" jeered Scar-face. "Man, have you a heart at all? Can't you see how tortured I am? Are you going to answer me? Have you that paper?" "What would it be worth to you to find it?" demanded the man. Bob hesitated. If he really told the full truth now might not this fellow, if he really had the paper, try to put a blackmailer's price upon it. "Why, we can't pay for one's own property," Bob an swered. "I just want to get it for my mother's sake. Answer me, can't you? Have you got it?" "When one is claiming property," grinned Scar-face, "there is a little formality he has to go through with." "What--" "You ought to identify the paper, lad." "Have you got it?" flared our hero, desperately. "What names were in that paper?" continued the man, slowly. "It was the marriage certificate of Richard Bragg and Ethel Momford." "Which one wants that paper now?" "My widowed mother." "Where does she live now?" "In Somersby, N. H." The address came out before Bob had time to think. Scar-face smiled meaningly. "You're sure that this paper isn't worth money?" he insinuated. "Have you got it?" Bob Bragg fairly roared. "No; but of course I may hear of it." "Will you let me look through your pockets-just for that one paper?" pleaded the boy, desperately. "Rather naturally I will not." Scar-face laughed, as if this were the most insolent of questions. "Then I'll make you!" yelled the boy. There was no time to think. He just simply leaped at the fellow, clutching him by the throat. The other gripped our hero by shoulder and waist. Then and there the strnggle became desperate-Bob fighting with the sole thought of winning, at any cost. "Let go of me, you young fiend!" panted Scar-face, who, at the most, was no more than a match for the infuriated boy. "Nqt until I've searched you!" quivered the boy. "Let go of me! I tell you, I haven't got the paper!" "And I believe you have!" Back and forth they swayed in the fight. But Bob never once let go. Now, he was reaching in grim earnest for the fellow's throat, intent on choking him insensible. Bump! Bragg had forced his man down to the ground, piling on top of him. with you!" Gur-r-r-r Gasp Bragg would soon have his victim choked into quietness. "Halt! What on earth is this work?" The butts of muskets rattled on the pavement. Bob did not turn to look, but in a jiffy a brawn hand had him by the collar, yanking him up off of his man. "What are you doing, you cub?" Shake! shake! Bob, twisted around in that tight grip, found himself confronted by a big, angry-looking man in the uniform of a sergeant in the United State8 Army. The Regulars from the Presidio had arrived, and were being distributed out through the city, to fight fire and preserve order. In that twisting grip on his collar Bob went through a touch of just the kind of choking he had been dosing Scar-face with. "Lemme go!" gasped Bragg, squirming "Ir#tli_e business, are you?" demanded the ser geant, tightening the grip of that one powerful hand til things swam blackly before the boy's now unseeing eyes. Then, suddenly, our hero was thrown violently t6 the ground It was lucky, indeed, that he was not knocked out thereby, for he heard the click of a rifle-bolt. Getting his eyes open Bob saw the muzzle of a rifle star ing down into his face. "For heaven's sake, don't, shoot-don't murder me?" chaked the boy. "That's what you were trying to do to the other fellowgood. medicine both ways.' Pop you go," clicked the geant. "But it was his fault! You're not going to murder me without a hearing, are you?" "Get up!" ordered the sergeant, raising the muzzle of his weapon. "I'll hear what you've got to illy-but our orders are to shoot all desperate characters on sight." Bounding to his feet, Boq glanced wildly around. "You've let him get away," quaked the boy. "That was the one that ought to be shot." "Talk up kid! There's work to do to--day !" Brokenly our hero tried to tell his story. But he saw grim disbelief in the sergeant's eyes. "You're lying, so you might as well shut up,"' came the swift military decision. "But you're too young to shoot for a :first offense.. Fall in with us, and we'll put yotr to work." "But I've got to find--" "Just one more word of kick," warned the "and I'll pop you over for it. Fall in-or die!" This was martial law with a vengeance, but there was no help for it. That sergeant had a cool, business-like eye that could be wicked at need. Bob fell in. "Forward," ordered the sergeant.


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. 9 And nvw the purpose of this expedition was apparent. Turning into Market Street, the soldiers, more than a dozen in number, stopped every able-bodied looking man that they met. These troops were joined, a little further down, by other detachments, each of which had a gang of men strong enough to worJr. Hundreds of men were thus rounded up under guard. Hundreds of others followed w ill ingly enough without being forced. "Oh, it's all right," the boy admitted, groaningly to him self. "It's right to make every man and boy work for the common good on an awful day like this. But if I could only make these soldiers realize what it means to me to be free until I settle with Scar-face!" A little later Bob realized that, even if he were freed by these soldiers, he would be promptly impressed by others wherever he went. "There's no help for it," he sighed. "I guess I'll have to stand by and take my dose as long as the others do. But, when I once get free, if I once find Scar-face--!" Boom! Bang! Bob had been marched into Hayes Street once more. Now several blocks of this once hustling business street were on fire in spots. Soldiers were aiding the firemen. While the department fought the flames, the military em ployed dynamite in blowing up buildings wherever re quested to prevent the spread of the flames. "There's your job," said Bob's sergeant. "Get in with those men and help cart the timbers out." They had halted before the ruins of a house, as yet un touched by flames. Yet the house lay in ruins-a dry mass of rotten wood that would burn like tinder if once it got afire. Down the street a bit were the glowing embers of four houses that had burned. This dry, rotten timber in the wreck was carried out and thrown, a few pieces at a time, in the middle of the burned section. Blazing here, the timbers could communicate no fire to o ther buildings. For an hour Bob toiled thus. After that he was set to packing sma ll boxes of dynamite for soldiers further up in Hayes Valley. Bob had had no breakfast. There was no luncheon coming. He was fairly faint with hunger, but so were hundreds of others toiling in that bot, blazing, suffocating neigh borhood. A few thoughtful, earnest women had started to make coffee and pass it around, but even this had been stopped The military were passing orders forbiddin_g any one to li ght a fire in a stove, lest another shock of earthquake might upset the stove and add to the conflagration. Once in a while only, Bob stopped long enough to wipe away the grimy sweat and to take a few deep breaths. But there was no rest. Soldiers stretched up and down the street, and they were relentless task-masters, under orders to promptly shoot any one who balked at toiling. But the fire grew, forcing the toilers back. Oney, as he fell back with the others, Bob caught sight, [\t a corner, of the dark, evil features of Scar-face. For a wonder, that fellow did not seem to have been im pressed. Then, like a flash, our hero saw and understood. To his left sleeve Scar-face had pinned a Red Cross. To all appearances he was engaged in works of mercy instead of toil. But Bob hardly stopped to think of all these things at the moment. "My chance, now!" thrilled the boy, darting off at his man. "Stop the kid!" roared a sergeant. Whump The butt of a musket landed in Bragg's stom ach, sep.ding him to the ground. "Stand him upon his feet," was the sergeant's next order, as he swift l y approached. "Too much loafing around here!" growled the sergeant. "We need an example Men, I'll show )IOU the way to put a stop to loafing. Stand away from him I I'm going to shoot!" Click went the hammer bolt, as the sergeant too!c swift aim at Bob Bragg's heart! CHAPTER IV. IN THE MAZE OF DISASTER NIGHT. There was no hesitation or "bluff" in the serge ant's man ner. On that day of disaster in San Francisco it was necessary for the soldie r s to shoot down r;;cores of trouble-makers, balkers and thieves. Wherever it was necessary, the shooting was pone with out loss of an instant's time. The I military was supreme, and no one questioned the shootings. Bob was doomed out of hand, because it looked as if he had sought to dodge work. "Stop, sergean t Up came the muzzle of the rifle a trifle. The sergeant glanced around. "What are you shooting that boy for?" de.-nanded a cap-tain of the Regular Army, hastening up. "For an example, sir." "Right enough. But what has he been doing?" "Trying to loaf!" "Is that all?" "I thought it enough, sir." "But he's only a boy." "Old enough to woffi, sir." "But perhaps not old enough to think clearly, sergea nt. Let him go, but shoot him without saying a word, if you catch him loafing again."


10 IN 'fHE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. I "Very good; sir;'' replied the sergeant, saluting his All the water that was to be had from the few officer. pumps that could be found here and there. Then, turning to Bob, the sergeant added: By nightfall Bob, still without food, was aiding a dodor "Get back to work on the run!" who had started a temporary h.ospi tal at a street "Stop, boy!" countermanded the captain, and Bob, in Ten o'clock came. Bob had done nothing but hustle for the third step of a spr int, came to a plumb halt, seventeen long hours "Catch that hulking big fellow that's sneaking off Through with helping the doctor bandage a man whose there!" ord ered the captain, pointing down the street. legs had been butned, our hero leaned against a wall that "Bring him back with y,ou !" was still standing Finding himself pursued, the big man; who looked like He swayed, almost fell. a laborer took to his legs in earnest. The doctor, pausing after attending to this last patient, But three or four of the fastest sprinters among the Iloted the boy's condition. Regula rs overtook the fugitive. He drew a pistol an d shot "What's your name, younker ?" asked the medical man at his captors, wounding a soldier. But they quickly dis "Bob Bragg." armed him. "Pretty well beat out,' areh't you, Bob P" Back they marched hi'm, the fellow whining and "Oh, a little tired." ing. "Want to quit?" "Stand him up again s t the wall ther e," ordered the "Not. while there's work to do." captain, sternly. "Now, then, sergeant try your aim on "That's good grit, Bob, but I'tn afraid you won't be him!" much more use. You look as if you'd faint, soon.'' Click! crack! The b.ig fellow who had tried to run away "Oh, I won t faint," denied Bob, scornfully. clropped to the sidewalk. "I'll let you go now." Then, turning to our h ero, the officer added: "And I don't want to go, doctor-not while thete is "You got away this time, boy, but you won't the next!" work to be done and while I can stand up." "I thank you, sir," Bragg breathed, earnestly. "And I "I'm going to send you just the same," smiled the doctor, assure you, sir, that I wasn't trying to run away. It was pulling out his prescription pad. a mistake.'' On a sheet he wrote a statement to the effect that the "Don't let s uch a mi stake occur again,'' smiled the capbearer had been released from further service for the tain, grimly night. "Here, kid, you help tote this carcass up the s treet and "Captain," hailed the doctor to a pa ssing Army officer. drop it into good live ember s somewhere," commanded the and stated the case. sergeant. "Indorse this, will you, plea s e captain?" Two other men got hold with Bob. Taking the fountain pen the officer s igned mechanically. It was tough, sad, grisly work, carrying this dead body "If anybody tries to put you to work again to-night, to feed it to the flames. show him this/' directed the doctor. "Now; get off some-But it did not do to falter before military who acted where and sleep on the ground for a few hours." with such decis ion and promptness. Truth to tell, our hero was not sorry to avail himself "I've got to hustle back to my job now," quivered. Bob, of the chance. 'gr I'll get a sure-enough dose this time." I Now that the chance for rest had come, he was more sore Ha was sti ll white as chalk and fagged than had realized. It's enough to scare a fellow, to be stood up against a "Now's the chance to find Lena Rivers,'' was his next well to be shot to death. thought. "Whew! Won't she think I've deserted her, And it's doubly tough when the shooting is dotte for though? But she must undetstarld that I wouldn't stay an offense that wasn't intentionally committed. away from her if I could help it. "If I had got it, that fellow who was shot might have Market Street was Ilot so thronged, now, as he had found gotten away unhurt/' thought the boy; uneMily; as he it in the daytime. toiled. Only _fire the soldiers, the doctors, a fe:" Not a tenth part of what h e did that fearful day could who were still seekrng lost ones, were now allowed on this Bob remember aftenirards. thoroughfare He did whatever he was ordered to by the soldiers or by As quickly as he could, our hero got past the burned a fire chief. district. For an hour or two he would work in the !ace of flames, Two or three times he was "held up" by sentries. trying to fight back fire with a gang of soldier-driven men In each CEle all that was necessary was to declare that and boys. he had a pass, and to show it. At another time he would be sent scurrying for drinking The smell of smoke, the taste of smoke, was in the air. water, armed with a bucket. The stars were hidden behind the dense, dirty yellow pall Among other disasters, the water mains had burst. that hung over the earth


IN THE 'FRISCO EAR'rHQUAKE. 11 Further up the street the passers-by .were still more scarce Automobiles now furJJ,ished almost the sole means of tran s portation. These were being used by the Red Cross peopl e and their allies the doctors. '( Not a few automobile owners, through the day; had been threatened for not quickly enough turning their machines over to the soldiers for Red Oross work. Every man that he did pass, out of a uniform, Bob scaned closely "If I could only get one good, close look at Scar face!" he thought. "I shall know how to go about it next time. I'll turn hiQl over to the first soldier I meet It's. rough justice that rules to-day, but it's meant to be true justipe !" As well as he could remeniber, now, he was within a quarter of a mile of the big vacant lot where he had left Mrs Rivers and Elaie. "I wonder if they stayed there?" he thought. "Oh, I hope so. Tired as I am, I don't believe I could keep up very long on the hunt. A girl's acream was heard down a. side street as Bob passed the corner Stopping, wheeling, he saw a young woman struggling in the arms of a powerfully built m11-D . "You dastard!" she cried, shrUly. "Just your jewelry," leered the fellow, ''and Pll let you gof"' But the girl s truggled as much as was in her power to do, the fellow all the time trying to get her valuables. "Help! help! Quick!" Pit.,pat pit-pat! Bob was off down that side street, f(}rgetting utterly that he was tired. He did not call out, but--Whack! hi s ri ght first landed on the fellow's neck. Biff unC\er the rascal's right ear Bellowing, the bfg rough wheeled on the boy. "IIelp help !" screamed the girl, more loudly than ever The big fellow had swung. Bob ducked l:tQd dodged, but another blow, glancing though it was, sen t him sprawling. Fee t were moving fast now. Three soldiers had heard girl's screams Down the stre et they came at a sprint, though they were doubtless as tired as any in 'Frisco that night. "You little pi g !" gruffed one soldier, halting over pros trate Bob and aiming his bayonet. "Not him!" begged the girl. "Ile tried to-save me There goes the fellow, away down the street." "Halt, or we shoot!" yelled another soldier, aiming at the big fugitive Crack A bullet whizzed by the big fellow's head He brought up short, with !J. sudden jar. "Come back here!" ordered one of the (loldiers. Trembling, the big ruffian hesitatingly returned. "Stand still there," one of. the soldie:us, a cor poral. "If you move, you get lefl.d. Now, then, lady, what was t4e trouble?" "That big brute attacked me," throbbed the girl, indignantly. "What you got to say about that, Buster?" queried the corporal, grimly. "The gal lies!" sarled the fellow "No, she doesn't!" broke in Bob. "I saw yo-u and] saw her struggling to get away from you "Where'd you get in, younker?" questioned the cor poral, wheeling on our hero. "He caIJle to my rescue," broke in the girl, eagerly. "He attacked that big 1oaier." "Sailed into Buster, did the kid, eh?" grinned the cor poral. "He was most brave about it," the girl declared "Bully for you, kid," approved the "You can be trusted with a latch-key to-night." Then, deliberately the corporal shot back the bolt of his Krag-Jor genson rifle. "Great heavens! What are you going fo do?" screamed the terrified brute . The girl whitened and trembled. "Just looking to see that )ny piece is loaded," replied the corporal, grimly. "For pity's sake, don't butcher me!" begged the brute, hoarsely. "Younker, see the young lady safely around the corner," ordered the corporal. "D-don t shoot the wretch!" begged the girl. "Lady, orders are orders to-night,'' returned the cor poral, re s p ectfu lly but firmly. "Come,'' whispered Bob, laying a hand gently on her arm. "But it makes me feel like a murderess!" she shuddered .-"Come,'' Bob in s isted, gently. She let him take her hand and lead her away. As they went the sobbing pleadings for life of the brute followed them. That scoundrel had fallen upon his knees It seemed, indeed, as if he must kee l over altogether from his sheer terror. But the corporal waited grimly, silently, unrelentingly, until he had seen Bob and the girl turn the corner Crack I The brute's pleadings ceased, never to be re newed. Military justice-the surest kind to make people safe by night in that stricken city with its thousands of de stroyed homes "Oh! oh!" sobbed the girl. "Never mind,'' Bob urged. "It's the best thing-the only thing to be done. Be glad that other women are safe from that scoundrel." They passed a corner where a torch flared. Here a doctor had established a sidewalk hos pital. By the light Bob Bragg got a better look at the girl's face than had been possible b e fore. Despite her fright and terror, she had a gloriously pretty face. Though apparently not much more than sixteen, shQ


,, . . 12 IN THE FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. was ii:idined to be tall. There was almost the roundness of the woman in her figure. "Are you staring at me?" asked the girl, suddenly, half in momentary alarm. "Yes," the boy admitted. "Don't have me shot for it, please. But I c::uldn't help it-you look so much like one \rhom I know-\Y:10m I like." "What is her nane ?" asked the girl, with some interest. "J\Irs. Lena Rivers." "Why," cried the girl, starting back, "that's my name." "Then you're-Nan?" cried Bob, delightedly. "Yes. You've hejird of me, then?" "Rather!" ejaculated Bob. "At least twenty times a day, I reckon." "Who are you?" "I've been lodging with your sister." "Then you're Robert Bragg?" "The same, and very much at your service, Nan-I beg pardon, Miss Rivers. You must excuse me; you see, I have learned to call your sister by her name." "You may call me Nan, if you choose," permitted the girl, smiling. "I know that Lena took a great liking to you. She wrote me about you. Where is my sis ter?'' "I'm looking for her now," Bob replied. "Our house escaped in the Potrero," the girl went on, hurriedly. "I came through to look for Lena as soon a:s the police and the guards would allow me to. Have you seen her since this morning?" "I left her on a vacant lot near here," Bob explained, hastily. "Later, I was put to work by the soldiers. Butthere's the lot, I believe, right ahead." "Let us hurry, then!" Hand in hand they raced on to the lot. Three soldiers stood on guard there. "What do you want here?" demanded one of them, throwing his gun to port as he got in the boy's way. "I left this young lady's sister here this morning. We're looking for her." "Pass on in, then," permitted the sentry. rrhat lot was a curious looking place, now. There were probably three hundred people there, sleep ing, or at least lying down. None was permitted to prowl about except by special permission-and the penalty for disobedience was a rifle bullet! ln the lot two more sentries, who eyed Bob and the girl curiously as they moved about. But they completed the weary rounds of the sleepers without finding Mrs. Rivers there. "Sentry," demanded Bob, approaching one o.f the sol diers, "have you seen the woman we're for?" He gave a hurried description of Lena. "Sorry for you two !" replied the soldier. "See that blazing ruin of a wall over at the end of the lot? She was caught under it." "Badly hurt?" quivered Bob. "Killed, I believe," answered the soldier, pityingly. Flop! Bob was supporting Nan Rivers in his arms. She had fainted. CHAPTER V. IN THE SLAVE GANG. Awkwardly but effectively the soldier helped Bob bring the gir 1 back to life. In the meantime, our hero had learned the particulars. Mrs. Rivers, after being hauled out from under the fallen wall, was pronounced probably dead, but she had been taken to a big stable that was still standing a block and a half away. This place was being used as. a hospital. "And the child?" Bob asked, alteringly. "Oh, the kid was let go with her mother." "Then the child wasn't hurt?" "Didn't seem to be." Nan was opening her eyes now. "Come," urged the boy, taking the most effective way to rouse her, "you've simply got to get up and be strong. We're going to your sister." "But she's dead!" quavered Nan. "If she is, your little niece isn't. Come, Miss Rivers, we've got to find that little child before she's lost to us !" Nan soon declared that she was strong enough to walk along. Together the young people set off 1on the weary pil-grimage. Bob, though he would have died sooner than admit it, was now so fagged and foot-sore that every step gave him pain. But they reached the stable. A flaring torch, set in the ground outside, proclaimed the hospital. "We're looking for a woman who was brought here," Bob murmured to the sentry, who nodded and let theni pass in. Inside the stable at least a hundred forms lay on the floor. The light there was wretchedly dull. Two doctors and half a dozen impromptu nurses were bus y over patients just come in. But Lena Rivers was not among them. Going to the rear 0 the stable, in the dim light, Bob saw the white flutter 0 Elsie's little robe. The child, worn out with her little vigil, was at last fast asleep at her mother's head. Nan sank sobbingly down beside her sister, kissing the still, white face again and again. But Bob, practical, as always, felt of Lena''S hands. "Why, there's warmth in her skin. I don't believe she's dead," proclaimed Bragg. Like a shot he was up and off, though he limped as he ran in and out among the patients. "Doctor, come quick, can't you?" he begged. "That woman over there with the child I don't believe is dead."


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. 18 ''She seemed to be, all right," replied one of the physicians, wearily, as he turned. "But her ski n is still warm." "Are you sure of that?" "Yes; come, please!" Wearily, the worn-out doctor rose and went over to Lena. He felt at her hands, then of her neck, next at her pulse. "There may be a little life here," he admitted, at length. "We'll see." / He returned with his medicine case, prepared a dose, and forced it down Lena's throat. Then artificial respiration was started. Lena began to Judging from the feeling in his feet, it took him an hour to get back to that vacant lot. But he got there, was allowed to lie down, and swiftly was fast asleep. Dead slumber that was. lay there motionless until roused him. Too tired even to dream, Bob a rough hand on his shoulder It was morning-daylight-a dull, murky morning. "Come, younker," ordered a soldier, gruffly, "get up and eat. Then the chain gang wants you!" Food was being distributed from a wagon at the curb. Under the eyes of the sentries, Bob passed out and got his share. He was not so sore as the night before, but still stiff. stir slightly "Why, we have got a spark of life here," admitted the Wonderfully enough that food reYived him. physician. "'I don't want to say yet, though, that we're It woke up hi s brain, too, as he sat there on the ground, going to pull her through." eating and studying the faces of the three or four hundred "Work, and we'll back you up!" Bob throbbed. "Oh, people around him. Nan, it's going to turn out all right, after all!" "If only Scar-face were here!" he groaned. "The sight "Don't be too sure of that," warned the doctor. of him would make me feel as fresh as a game-cock, I be-N an, strangely calm, said not a word, though she moved lieve. Oh, when will this excitement and work quiet down instantly whenever the physician told her to do anything. enough so that I ca n go in chase of hi\ll ?" And then, at last, Lena opened her eyes again, with a From the way thing s looked thi s morning after the earth sigh. quake, it might be weeks before the soldiers stopped round" Going to get up and live again, aren't you?" smiled ing up every man and boy for work. . the doctor. And now another great start came to our hero. "Great Scott! I was big enough fool to tell Scar-face where my mother lived. Now, if Scar-face gets out of this alive, and if he dreams how important that paper .is, he'll have a chance to find out why my mother needs the certifi cate. Then he can bleed us, or--" "I-I'm choking inside," whispered Mrs. Rivers, faintly. "Swallowed some smoke, didn't you?" "I-I think I did." Bob fairly s hook with sudden terror. "Gracious! Scar face sell that paper to the other hhlr-;Hen Olstead From all I've heard, OJ stead is mon ey-grabber enough to buy and cheat and disgrace my by a mother!" "Asphyxiation," muttered the medical man, after sound ing her chest. "We must try not to let her sink back into unconsciousness. What we need is a pint of milk. If we had that-but we might as well ask'for the moon." "I'll go out and try,'' quivered Bob, starting up. There followed half an hour of rapid hustling youngster who limped at every step. But he found it at last, found it in the possession of a woman whose baby had died tha.t night. Buying the pint of milk for a dollar, young Bragg hur ried back with it. "Wonders!" cried the doctor, who had just barely suc ceedeq in keeping Lena Rivers aroused. "Now, she'll be The cold sweat was standing out on the boy's face. "Come on, you husky ones. Tumble out there and march downtown to your jobs." A sergeant with a jovial face who did not look as if he could be severe enough to shoot a man, was rounding up all who looked as if they could work. No man or well grown boy hung back. all right." The first portion of the milk was forced down The lesson s administered by the shootings the day before Lena's had done their work throat. Thou gh he fairly ached to know how Lena and her sisAfter that she was able to sit up and sip the rest. ter and little Elsie were doing this dull, terrible morning, "That's the only stuff for smoke-swallowing," smiled the Bob meekly took his place in the squad doctor. "Now, you're going to be all right, madam." He was a slave for the time being-but a slave of stern "Oh, I feel all right now," smiled Lena. necessity, a forced toiler for the common good of all in "I owe my own safety and my sister's life to you," murthat stricken city. mured Nan, impulsively, resting her hand in Bob's. Through th e night fire had swept block after block of "Come, 'youngster sorry to disturb you," called the docdwellings and other buildings off the real estate map. tor. "But this place is for sick people. You'll have to find "You look pretty lame, kid," remarked the sergea nt, obsome other place for the night." serving Bob, as he took a few steps in the squad of fifty Taking hasty leave of Nan and Lena, Bob started for or more forced laborers. the door. "Just a little bit," smiled the boy.


14 IN THE 'FRISCO "Fit to work?" "Sure!" flared Bragg, promptly. With all this stern need of work he would have f elt ashamed to shirk. "Wonder if we couldn't send you to something easier than fighting fire." fU don't care how easy it is," Bob admitted, rather wist fully, "if only it's useful man's work, you understand!" "Say, you're no baby," the sergeant admitted, admiring ly. "Fall out!" Here was the chance for respite--for a chance to do something that would be less of a strain on the aching feet. Just then another rounded up squad of "slaves" down the street under guard of the Regulars. It moved in close beside the squad in which our hero stood. Something made the boy turn around. S c ar-face! There he stood, safely captured, a few yards back down the line "Fall out, kicl," repeated the sergeant, a trifle impatiently. "Are these s quads going to work together?" Bragg ques tioned, in a low voice. "Yep. "Then I'll go on with the crowd, sergeant." "You're fooli sh, kid, with them feet. Fall out!" "I can stand it as well as the others Let me go, please." "All right. You've got grit. Shake!" The sergeant gave his hand a quick, rough pressure, then stepped away. "I wonder," flashed Bob, "if that sergeant would make Scar-face turn his pockets out for me? By jingo, I'll find out.JI' A sentry had moved up close, keeping a watchful eye over these "slaves "I want to fall out just. a minute to speak to the ser geant," Bob pleaded. "Stay where you are The 'sarge' has troubles of his own," retorted the soldier. "Let me fall out just a minute, please!" "If you do, you get plugged!" "But this is terribly important, sentry." "Shut up!" retorted the soldier, roughly. He fingered his piece in a suggestive way that made Bob instantly si l ent t "No matter," throbbed the boy. "I'll be working in the same gang with Scar face to-day. He can't get away from me Oh, I ll find my chance !" Promptly enough the line moved off. To-day the gang was turned in through Valencia street, and so across town to the burning district higher up from Market Street. "I want twenty men.:.._good capable ones-down in that block with me!" roared a fire chief, driving by in his buggy. A corporal ha s tily told them off from the gang Scar-face was one of them-Bob wasn t. And, by this tilllil, our hero had learned the temper of the soldiers better than to beg for favors "Kid, I reckon you can handle a shovel. Get over in that yard, and go to work. They say there's water to be got under the surface hereabouts," A dozen of the weaker ones were sent into Q. ya.rd Here, shovels were given to half the number at a time the orders of a so ldi er the two 13hifts relieved each other in the word of digging a great, round hole. It was not hard digging down through the sand, but soon clay was struck, and after that the work went with painful slowness. Up to noon Bob Bragg toiled and did his share. }fo"one got any lunch, but an hour's rest was permitted, for all of these weaker ones had aching backs. Then,. at one o'clock, back to work they went. Not far away crowds of wistful women and children had gathered, waiting with buckets, pans, mugs, :old tin cansanything, for the city was now suffering from thirst . At three o'clock water was struck. Now the eager sufferers from thirst tried to press for ward. It was necessary to station more so ldier s about the well, while the tired-out diggers worked for another hour deep ening the hole. "That's deep eno u gh, now, men," called down an Army lieutenant. "Pile out, and we'll start that water going around." Bob Bragg, r e leased from toil for the while, was glad enough to down on foe gl'ound until his work came to him. An hour he lay there, hugely enjoying the well rest A constant sti1ea.m was going and coming. A t last a ma.n with two wooclen buckets forced his way through the crowd about the well. ''The fir emep. want some wi:i.ter to drink." he shouted. "All right," nodded the young Aruiy officer. At sound of that newcomer's voice Bob Bragg started quickly, even if painfully, to his feet. Yes; there stood Scar-face, who, having passed on his buckets, was idly waiting they came pack to hirn filled. "Now, i,t's time you did the right thing by .me," whis pered Bob, taking hold of the fellow's arm "You cleru out of here," muttered Scar face, turning and re c ognizing the boy. "Not until you give me that paper of mine!". vaunte

IN THE 'FRISCO EAR'l'HQUAKE. 15 Scar face's cheeks showed suddenly pa.llid under their bronze. "I don't want to see you shot-I don't hate you enough for tha.t," breathed Bob, tremulously. "But I want that paper, and I'm going to have it, even if it costs your life. Give me that pa .per!" "Get out, -yot1 cub !" "Then I'm going to the lieut enant !'1 glared Brag g, turning away. 1 Swish I Here came Scar-face's buckets, filled back along the line. "Lieutenant!" appealed the boy, hurrying up to\ the young Army officer. "Don't bothe1 me!" ordered tlrn young Army man, shal'ply. Worn out, our heto stretched himself out on the ground Almost instantly was asleep. A dozen others lay there asleep, hear the well. As Bob s l ept Scar face again approached with the buck ets "That boy here still?" quivered the wretch, s topping short "Curse him He seems bent on tracking me to my death at the hands of thes e savages 0 soldiers!" Scar face took a hurried, startlec1 look around There wel'e two sentries out by the sidewalk-no one stirri ng clos e at hand. Ste althily the wretch thrust hi s hand inside his cloth ing, bringing out a kn ife. Anoth e r swift look around '!''hen Scar-face, bending, aimed for the sleeping boy's h eart, and plunged his kni!e "But--" in i "Shut up and fall back. I can't li sten to the sore-toe yarns of kid s to-day." "Just one--" "Hus tle him back!" commanded the worn out lie uten ant. Hustled Bob certainly was. He was passed from soldi er to soldier until he fell to the ground a.t the end of the lin e As he went down he had a g limpse of Scar-face disap pearing into the multitude beyond. "Another chance gone!" groaned Bob. "I wonder if Scar-face and I will be quartered together to-night. Oh, I must have one more chance at him, if it costs me my life !" Soldiers passed by, l ater on, rounding up hlore men for work. But they took in Bob' s worn -ou t look. He escaped further toil, and got)n stead a warming bit of the Army rations that were passed around that night. ""\ Ye'll want you h ere to-morrow, boy," s aid the lieu tenant, halting beside otir hero after datk. "So you'd bet ter sleep here to-night. Having gotten that Ol'det, I sup pose you know better than to try to s neak away." "I don't want to sneak. I'm read y for all the work I can stand up to. '1 "Good enough," said the lieutenant grimly "Onn yott li s t e n to just a few wotds now, sir?" "What about?" In ll.S few impassibned words as he could, Bob poured out the story of hi s troubles with Scar-fa ce. The li eutenant li s tened keenly, then ca lled a corporal. "My man, if an individual with a crescEint-shaped scar shows up here again, and if this boy identifies hi:tn, see if he has a marriage certificnte in his clothes he has, give it to :tne when you,. ee me next. Retnembet that! U:s to be turned over to me personally, until I have a chance to find out whete it belongs." the corporal fell Bob tried to pour out his thanks, but the young officer, n odding curtly, hloved away. The guard \Vas changing now. Soldiers on duty through the day Were relieved by night squads C1IAP'1'1!;R Vl. THE NIGHT SURPR ISE, Thrust! The knife s unk in. Then Scar-face star ted back, an exclamtt tion of amezc ment trembling on his lip s For the point of the blade had penetrated barely part of an in ch. Then the thtuRt failed Bob awoke with a scream. In a twinkling the wretch had tossed his kh ife o ver int.o the well. "You h ere? panted Bob. S car -face harl fallen back sitting on the ground. Sore arn1 aching as he was, the boy rose enou g h to fall forward on his e 1 :emy "X ow we'Ye got you-and th e s oldiers' ll take care of Ytll1 '; throbbed Bob. !n that m oment of contact our h ero di s tinctly felt the tu s tling of a paper in Scar-bee's brea st pocket. "Help!" roared the 1 rretch . "Yes; that's what we want!" mocked Bragg, as he g rabb e d at the fellow': throat Hearing the call the sentry came running up. H e was tired out, that soldi er-worn to pieces with .four times as much as l1e should have had. It was n ot easy to dist i ngui sh. Bob was qn top, gripping the throat of the mall: nnrlcrneath. Thump! Dazed by the blow from a rifle-butt over his head, our h ero rolled off his enemy, and la y there, st ill and white "Well, rather!" muttered Scar-face, l aconically, as he got up "Why didn't you s hoot that young scoundrel?" "Oh, WEi;ve got a tip to l et up on the shooting a bit in btdinary cases,'1 teplied the soldier. "That cub ought to be killed, fot he was tryfng to kill m e," uttered the wretch But the soldier shook his head.


16 IN THE FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. "Like to oblige, pardner, but the case don t seem seri ous enough." "He'll kill me," argued Scar-face,1 "if he comes out of this." "You ought to be able to handle a kid like that," urged the s entry. '"Not if he s neaks upon me from behind, a8 he did just now. He almo s t had me. If you h a d b e en a. few s econds later you couldn't have s aved me." "It didn't look as bad a s that," r e torted the soldier, coolly. "Shoot the young s coundrel, w b n t you?" "No, sirre e !" "Then, if you'r e too t e nder-heart e d l e t me have the {"ifle a few seconds." "See here, pardn er," retorted the s entry "you re too eager. It's up to you to march. Savvy?" With a growl, S c ar-fa c e started. He fail e d to pi c k up hi s buc k e ts, not d a ring to ling e r there again s t the c hance that the boy would c o m e to It was ten minutes befor e our h e r o g ot hi s senses back. Whe n he did h e sat up fee ling di s mall y o f th e gr ea.t lump that the gun-butt had raised on hi s h ead. He gazed around, saw the buc k e ts, whi c h in the absence of Scarface, e xplained wel:Ve nou g h tha t th e wret c h had fled. "Will this h a rd luck n e ver end?" groan e d the boy. "Every tim e I'v e trie d to get the s quar e d eal I'v e go t th e square 1.'l'.loc k-out in s tead!" He tried hi s l e g s finding himself rather rickety on them. "Hullo!" grinned the sentry, a s our h e ro approached in the darkness. "Cam e out of it, did you? "Little you care whether I did or not!" muttered Bob, wrathily. "Oh, come now, kid, I ain t as bad a s you may think; but I'm put here to keep peace and encourage brotherly love. What am I to do when I find you c hoking the life out of a s tran ge r ? "That's the fellow you had order s to catch!" glared the boy. "Had orders to catch, eh?" "Yes; the f e llow with a cre s c e nt-shaped s car on his face." "Never h e ard of the orders." "YOU didn 't?" Bob s tared agha s t. "Nope! Nary ord er." "But the li e utenant in command here gave the order to a corporal. I heard him do it." "Then the corp forgot to pass it on." Bob r e aliz e d, with another groan, that thi s was likely enough. All of the s oldier s on duty in San Franci sco had been so s adl y overworked, and were s o tired that the wonder was that they remembered any order s at all. "I've got to go in search of that fellow," sighed Bob. "I can't lose him again." "Take my advice, and don 't," grinned the sentry. "You'll sure get a hole shot through you if you went prowling around at this of the night. I'd shoot anyone, myself, who snooped around here, unless he had buckets for water." "But I must find him." "You can't leave this lot. 1 It's your place to work. Don't try to go, or you'll be sorry." Again there was nothing to do but obey orders. The sentry represented nearly all there was of law in the stricken city. His gun offered a powerful argument agaimt balking. "Get some sleep," advised the soldier. "I' m afraid to sleep, even," confessed the boy, "See h e re, that scoundrel tried to stab me through the hearl. Look a.t the hole in the cloth." It was not much of a hole, but it was big enough to see. "What saved you?" asked the sentry, curiously. "A bank book and a wallet in my inner vest pocket," Bob replied, producing them. He held up the wallet to show the mark of the point of Scar-fa c e s knife. "Now do you believe me?" demanded the boy. "It looks like straight goods." "Then witl. you let me leave here to go in search of that fellow?" "No-for you'd only get s hot by some other sentry." The tone was firm. Bob realized the rally or arguing. "If you re afraid to go back into the lot to sleep, lay down near this post," advised the sentry. "Then I can have my e y e on you." "But if that wretch comes back?" "Then I'll talrn a chance on holding him up and waking you up to talk with him." "You'll really do that?" questioned the boy, eagerly. "Sure thing, kid." With a s igh, and suppressing a groan of pain, Bragg lay down once more. Fagged out as he was, it nece s sary only to lie down to be asle e p within the minute. For hours, despite the pain in his head, which made him roll unea s ily at times, he slept on. He s lept, in fact, until a hand on his shoulder, vigorously applied, brought him to his senses. "Time to go to work?" muttered the boy. But as he opened his eyes he saw the lieutenant bending at his side. "The sentry has reported to me, Bra g g went on Lieu tenant Pelham, kindly. "I'm sorry that order didn't get around last night, or you:d have had your man. Let me see that bank book of yours that stopped the knife. Whew I But someone certainly did try to stab you!" "If -the sentry had known that order of yours my trou bles would have been solved," groaned the boy. "It was the corporal's fault in forgetting to pass the order," admitted the lieutenant. "But don't blame tlie


IN.'I'HE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. 1 7 corporal, Bragg. Don't blame any of us poor devils of soldiers. We've had a tougher time than you or anyone else can ever guess. We have to keep moving to keep awake. If the government doesn't get more troops here soon we'll all be in a hospital camp. And now, boy," continued the lieutenant, kindly, as he seated himself on the ground, and began to write in a note-book, "I am going to do the best thing I can for you I've no right t.o do it, but I'm doing it, right or no right." "What?" asked Bob, wonderingly. "You've worked well and hard, Bragg, and you're played out. I'm writing you -a pass which calls upon the military all over the city to let you go w)lere you please, and not to press you for any labor. I may get jerked over the coals for writing such a pass -but here it is, anyway, young ster." "My, but that's good of you!" murmured the boy, grate. fully, as he took the precious bit of paper. "And one more document for you," smiled the officer. "I know General Funston fairly well, from having served on his staff. He's a brick-Funston! He's being worked to death, but he'll find a minute to to your troubles if you can get to him with this note I have told him that I believe your story, and have suggested that he do all he can for you. General Funston, you'll find out at the Pre sidio. He commands the military here. Try to get to him I Tears welled into Bob Bragg's eyes. Choking, he tried to stammer his thanks for all this un expected kindness. "There! that'll do!" smiled the lieutenant, laying a hand over the boy's mouth. "I know how you feel about it. I'm right glad to do it for you. Here come the rations. Come over, and I'll see you get a bite to eat. Then off on your business-and all success to you!" Then and there, harrassed and all but knocked o u t, Bob resolved that to his last day of life he would always have a good word to say for the Regular Army. By the time that he had finished bite of tinned meat and two hardtack,, Bob Bragg set out on his vitally important mission. CHAPTER VII. WHAT "LITTLE FUNSTON': DID "Halt, younker What are you doing here?" It was the challenge of a soldier, not two blocks from where our hero had started. "Traveling on business, on a pass," Bob replied, q u ickly. "Don't believe it." "Here's the pass, then." The sentry didn't look at it. He saw that there was a . paper-that was all. "Go on, then," he grumbled. "Where'll I find the nearest fire chief?" Bob ventured "Where's the fire?" "I want to find a. man who is working for him." "What for?" "The business that I'm on is with that man." "Go ahead and find the nearest fire chief, then." Not all soldiers were as kind as some that our hero had met. He trudged on, but it was not long before he came to a block in which fire was still raging. "Here! Get back! No sightseers wanted!" yelled a sentry at. the outer edge of the fire lines. "But I traveling with-under written orders," fin ished Bob, desperately, holding up the slip on which has pass was written. "Get on in, then," replied the senhy, too tired, and with eyes aching too much for reading. Within the fire lines an engineer stood beside a fire engine that was useless from the lack of water. "Excuse me, sir," begged Bob, "but have you a man working with this outfit-a man who has a crescent shaped scar on one cheek?" "Why, we did have, yesterday," replied the engineer "Carrying buckets for water?" "Piut of the time." "Where is he to-day?" "Dunno. Hasn't showed up. Skipped or shot, most likely Scar.face gotten away Bob's heart sank as he realized that again the search had become city wide. He prowled about for a while, scanning the fire fight ers. But his enemy was not among them. "I'll never find him!" groaned the boy. "That fellow is under the especial protection of Old Nick!" Left to wonder what he should do next, Bob remembered the women folkii who depended upon his protection and services "Poor old Lena, and pretty Nan!" he muttered. "And Elsie-perhaps without enough to eat! I've got to find 'em-that's a plain duty." Wearily he turned his steps toward Market street No longer were the throngs there. The great thorough, save for soldiers and a few toiling gangs of workers, seemed dJserted. It seemed a distance of miles. but Bob, his feet throb bing with the pain of walking, toiled on until he finally reached that vacant lot. Vacant, indeed! There was not a soul there now He toiled on toward the stable that had been used as a hospital. There were no patients here now. The building was be ing used as a relief station for distributing rations and old clothing. "What's become of all the people?" he inquired of a sentry. "Looking for friends?" "Yes." "You'll find 'em camping m Golden Gate Park, most


18 IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. I lik e ly. All who could walk out toted out on foot. rest were carried out in autos and wagons." The I In that next room, which was deserted, the lientenant j pointed to a long, cushioned settee. Bob turned away. 'l' here was no use in asking questions. more "You look worn out, lad. Curl up o n one of those cushChug chug An auto was pre_paring to leave the de pot. "Any papers to go to General Funston?" called out the sergeant at the speed lever. The query was addressed to an Army captain! the offi cer in charge here. Bob sprang eagerly forw4Lrd. ions, and go to sleep. I'll see that you're called "How good you are!" murmured the boy, gratefully that's all right," nodded the y ouhg officet. "Al ways glad to look out for Pelham's friends." Our hero wa.s just beginning to get a taste of the good it does one to have "a friend at court.'' Snore f He was sound asleep, at ohce-dead to fatigue for the time being, too even to dream. "Oh, captain, is there to be a seat to spare in that auto?'; sore-foored Bob gasped. "Why, boy?" He must have slept for hours, for the light in the room was growing dim when the boyish-looking lieutenant shook Funston, with papers of my him . "I'm bound for General own." "You are, eh?" demanded the captain, curiously. "What kind of papers?" "This," Bob panted, almost hopelessly; but he thrust Lieutenant Pelham's note into the officer's hand s "Pelham, eh?" mused the captain. "And Pelham says your business is important. It must be so, then. I've ai high opinion of Pelham. You see, lad, the lieutenant hap pens to be my son." His head almost in a whirl, Bragg found himself being pushed into the seat beside the sergeant. Whizz He was whirling off through the city now, cov ering block after block at the speed of steam, and without an ounce of pressure again s t his sore, boil-like feet. "Take this boy direct to the genera l' s headquarters," he had heard Captain Pelham order. With the breeze in his face, and curled back in his seat, Bob, under the soothing motion, fell sound asleep. He knew no more until the sergeant roused him roughly. "If you want the general, here's his headquarters." Bob awoke, drowsily, to find that the auto had stopped before one of the administration buildings out at the Pre sidio, the great military reservation that overlooks the Golden Gate. "Here, sentry, help this boy out-he's got boHs on his feet and business with General FUDEton," called the ser geant, drily. A good-natured soldier lifted Bob from the auto to the ground, took a brief look at Lieutenant Pelham's note, and pointed to the doorway of the administration building. "Go in there. Maybe the general can see you-bye 8Jld bye." It was to be "bye and bye," surely enough, if at all, as Bob quickly discovered, after he had stepped into the cor ridor of the building. He was directed into an ante-room, where he handed his note to a boyish-looking young lieutenant. "You'll be lucky to see the general," announced thelieu tenant, nodding his head toward scores of citizens who we:r:e in the room on the same kind of business. "It'll be hours anyway, lad. But I'll do my best for you, for I'm a friend of Pelham's. See here, since you've got such a long come into the next room." "Come on, lad, hurry up General Funston has tw6 min1Utes only to give you!" Bob stumbled to his feet somehow! and followed pain fully in the wake of the lieutenant. The latte r pushed open a s winging door, and our hero stood in the presence of the great man. Great? In stature General Frederick Ftnston is so al most tiny that he is known in the army a.s "Little Funston." "What can I do for you, Bragg?" called a brisk but kindly voice. "Be quick, please." General Funs ton wa s but a trifle over five feet in height, a slight, wiry-looking man, with piercing dark eyes. He was the hero of a hundred reckless exploits in the Philippines. It was Funston who, on a raft, had crossed the iBagbag River with scarcely a s9ore of soldierS' with him, and in the face of a Filipino army corps. Yet he had held the enemy long enough to enable a few regiments of American troops to cross the river to hi s suppo1't. It was Funston who had daringly captured Aguinaldo, the h ead of the Filipino insurrection. f He had played the hero so often, in fact, that it wearied the head of anyone but a historian to keep track of his feats Quick, quiet, active cap?-ble, he was the ideal army man to have command of the military forces in San Francisco at s uch a time. "You're limping. Take that chair," said Little Funs ton, quickly. "Now then!" As hurriedly as he could, Bob recounted hi s mission in San Francisco, ahd his adventures with Scarface. While the boy talked the general made a few notes. "Very good," said Little Funston swiftly. "As soon as possible I'll send out an order to look fo.r the fellow and put him under arrest." "And that precious paper?" begged the boy. will be taken from him at once, if found. Is that all?" "Yes, general. And thank you a thousand "If your man has fled from the city," went on thi! gen eral, "it's very likely that he has turned up in tme of the camps in the park. Suppose you go there. Hang about l


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. 19 the depots where they give out" the food, and you may locate your man. If you do, hanQ. this order to the nearest sol dier or officer, 11nd have the rascal nabbed and searched." Qeneral Funston wrote like lightning, pressing the fin ished paper in the boy's hand. "And here's a pass that may save you from much trou b l e," filling out and signing 11card, which he also gave the bor lie touched a bell, a iiergeant entering "Sergeant, tell Mr. Waters that I want to see him." The boyish looking lieutenant promptly appeared. "Lieutenant Waters, this boy wants to get to the park. His feet are \n such condition that it'd take him a week to walk there. See to it that he has a ride on one of the wagons headed that way." Bob tried to utter his thanks, but Little Funston cu t him short with a smile anQ. a grip of the hand. Lieutenant Waters made it his own business to see that Bob had a seat on one of the quartermaster wagons headed for the Golden Gate Park. More than that, the young officer added a word tO the driver that made the latter more attentive. "Pile in on that heap of blankets, and go to sleep, if you want to," grinned the driver. "I'm doing nothing but sleep to-day," replied Bob. 'ILook as if you needed it. His mind vastly more easy than it had been at any time since the earthquake, Bob again fell asleep, soothed by the mild jolting of the wagon. It was after dark when they hauled up at one of the sup ply stations in the park. This station consisted of nothing more than a small army tent, in which two officers were busy. The supplies, of blankets and food, were heaped up out side, while a dozen sentries kept back the mob clamoring for supplies of every kind. "Take one of the blankets with you, younker," advised the driver, as Bob rose stiffly. After sleeping outdoors for two nights, Bragg knew the value of a blanket He gratefully accepted. A little further away three officers were superintending the distribution of food. By showing the pass from Little Funston the boy se cured something to eat 11-t once, "Can I h!1-ve a little more for friends?" asked the boy, ea.gerly. "Yes," Two tins of :meat and a package of hardtack were added to bis little store Such was the influence of the pass from tl1e general "I'll wait until they stop giving out the food. Then I'll try to find Lena and Nan and Elsie," murmured the boy. Still under the protection of the pass, he dropped his blanket to the ground and sat on it, watching those who came up i:r;i the line for food. "It'd be like a dropping from hea.ven if Scar face showed up now," he as he watched Within half an hour Scar face did show up, though not as Bob had hoped. The rascal, on the edge of the line, saw his young enemy first. "That confounded cub again gasped the rascal, start ing back. "He seems sure to find me." / Yet, had Bob looked directly at him, he might not have recognized his enemy. For Scar-face, as if to defy possible detection, had bound a cloth bandage about his face, nearly concealing his fea tures To make the bandage seem more genuine, it had been plentifully streaked with blood, procured from some source known only to the rascal in question. Hungry, Scar -face fell away from the line. Yet he manamvred around and in behind our hero "It may be life for me to shadow that kid and see wha t he's up to," mumbled Scar-face. Another hour Bob remained there on his blanket,, care fully scanning all the masculine faces that came up und er the flickering light of the torches. "This ends the food distribution to-nigljt !" bellowed one of the officers. "Very sorry, friends, but we've given out the last supplies Cries of disappointment rose from hundreds of men, women ancl children. Yet there was no help for it. Hundreds, thousands more, must be turned away in the same fashion at the other relief stations :in the great Golden Gate Park, where now more than half ilie population of San Francisco was camped. "Poor things!" muttered Bob, his heart aching at sight of the pinched, hungry faces. "They'd mob me, I sup pose, if they knew the stuff I've got tucked away under this blanket. Then, suddenly, he started to his feet His gfance had fallen on one white -f aced gfrl in that disappointed, turned-away throng "Nan!" he called, joyously. Miss saw him, and came hastening o.ver. "Oh, how glad I am to see you!" she cried "And I to see you!" echoed Bob. "I meant to look for you as soon a s this distribution stopped I couldn't get to you sooner I was--': "Oh, Lena said you had a good reason of some sort for being away from us," Nan interrupted, sympathetically. "How you fared?" "All right, except for food. We ha.ven't been able to cat sin.ce we got out here yesterday." "Wbisper !"murmured Bob, joyously. "Under my blan ket I've food enough !" "Look out!" cried Nan, suddenly. Turning as swiftly as he could, Bob caught a poor fel -low in the act of trying to snatch the blanket. As the man did so, the hidden food was exposed With an eager cry the fellow pounced upon it. "Let go!" cried Bob, "or I'll call a sentry!" ('But I'm hungry !" faltered the fellow.


20 IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. "Be a man, then, and bear it like a man! Don't rob iously. "If you tell others we've got someone will women oi their little bite!" come here and take it away from us!" "Let him have a little," urged Nan, in a whisper, though That prospect stopped the child's tongue instantly. she stared eagerly at the tins and the hardtack. "What a lot!" whispered Lena, eyeing the -food hungrily. "No," Bob contradicted. "A man ought to be able to "And you can eat with us, Bob." stand hunger better than women. Get out, my friend!" "Why, I've eaten already/' he replied, hu s kily. With so many sentries about the hungry man slunk away. He had saved bis own portion to eat with them. "Come,'' murmured Bob, as he gathered up the food, But he suddenly remembered his advice to the hungry wrapped in the blanket, "take me to your sister." fellow to be a man and save all food for wQmen and chil CHAPTER VIII. THE BITTER CUP. Though the army had given up everything in the shape of a tent that could be spared, and though rough shanties had been built of such timbers as could be carted out of the ruined city, th,ousands were s till destitue of shelter in Golden Gate Park. Nan and Lena had fared well, however. The girl led our hero up to one of the tiny shelte r ten?s -"pup-houses" the soldiers called them, which the young women had been fortunate enough to have assigned to them. It was a tiny tent indeed, not more than two and a half feet high and just six feet long. Under such a tent two soldiers are expected to sleep when in the field. Now it was obliged to do for Lena, her sister and the child. Lena Rivers lay just inside the tent, while Elsie played listlessly outside. "Oh, here's Uncle Bob!" cried the child, s uddenly, da.rt ing forward. Uncle Bob, you got something for me to eat?" "Yes/' whispered the boy, bending over to kiss the child, "but don't make a noise about it, or we'll have a hungry mob down on us!" But Elsie, ignoring the caution, sprang under the little canvas shelter, crying: "Oh, marnma, here's Uncle Bob, and he's got something to eat!" Lena raised her head slowly as Bob thrust his head under the canvas. Then, seeing that it was really he, she bent forward and kissed him plumply. "I knew you'd get to us, Bob, as soon as you could!" she cried. "And I've had the luck to be kissed by two-thirds of the family,''. laughed the boy, sending a roguish look at Nan. / "I'm not going to be a bitstingy, then," declared the girl, though she flushed rosily. "For the honor of the Rivers family, you understand." She lowered her cheek for the kneeling boy to salute "Look at this, Lena!" glowed the happy boy, unrolling the blaT).ket. "Elsie, pet, do be still!" he whispered, anxdren. "I can take my own advice, I reckon," he muttered to himself. "Have you really and honestly eaten, Bob?'' Nan de manded :::uspiciously. and honestly," lied Bob, barefacedly, and, somehow, he felt better and more manly for telling such a lie. This tent was up close to a line of trees. There were no other tents very near, so that the woman, the girl and the child were able to come out in the open to eat their meal silently. "And here's a blanket to keep you warm to-night," Bob offered, proudly. "Oh, but you' ll need that," Lena objected. "I need it?" grunted Bob. "Why, it seems as if I had been sleeping outdoors without a blank e t for years. I'm used to it, and toughened to it. No luxuries for me, thank yo u." "I wish we could make room for you in that tiny little tent, but we c80.'t," sighed Lena. "Therefore, we simply won't take that blanket from "It was awfully cold last night," shivered Elsie. "Of course it was, little one," cried Bob. "And to-night you sEn.ply shall have the blanket over you." "Elsie!" cried her mother, reproachfully. "Don't scold the child, Lena. She's young enough to tell the honest truth-that's all that ails her. And, of course, you'll have the blanket, and, of course, I'll sleep on the ground just outside the tent." Somehow, they all felt thankful that night. They had been through so much, and now seemed nearer the end of / their troubles. Even the thought of Scar-face didn't bother the boy as much as it might have done. When General Funston's order of arrest went the rounds, it seemed almost certain that the soldiers must come across the man and seize him. "We were lonely last night, as well as hungry," sa,id Lena, when the three had eaten, and some :food had been put away for the morning. "Now, it seems as if we had all our little :family together once mme. For, you see, Bob, we can't help looking on you as one of the family." "I'd like to be, all right," smiled the boy. Daringly, he put his hand out and closed it over one of Nan's hands. She did not attempt to draw hers away. Trouble had made them comrades-and when Nan was a friend she was a :friend all the way through.


IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. 21 Yet she flushed again when she caught Bob's eager gaze But Nan was not asleep. Her thoughts, a s she lay awake, turned on her face. were a:bout the boy who had been so good to them. "Whew!" muttered the boy, suddenly. "When I find The story of his troubles with Scar-face had left a vivid ; myself with decent women again, I begin to realize how impress on her mind. dirty and ragged I am." "We're no better off," laughed Nan. "And even the opening of laundries wouldn't help us any. Nan didn't have time to think of her money the morning of the earth quake. I had a few dollars, but we spent that. on a wagon to bring us oii.t here." So, as she lay there awake, she thrust her liead out be yond the tent, her wide-open eyes ta.king in the slumbering form of Bob Bragg. At some time late in the night she thought she heard stealthy steps. "Can it be that wretch, trying to kill our friend, as he did last night?" she asked herself, in sudden fright. She lay there, very still, but thoroughly aroused a.nd watchful. "I've got four or five dollars," confessed the boy, "but that wouldn't buy us much of anything now. Besides that, I've got what's left of my deposit in the Excelsior Savings Bank." "Probably the bank is in ruins," hinted Lena. As she waited she saw a prowling figure steal into dim view, coming slowly nearer1the tent. "Yes; I reckon we're broke togeth er. It's fashionable She could make out nothing beyond the fact that the to be broke and hungry in 'Frisco just now," Bob nodded. "B r d prowler was a man. ut on't believe we'll be hungry any longer. I have "Get away, you wretch!" Nan screamed, loudly. "Sen a pass from General Funston that secured this food for us to-night. I'll try to work it again to-morrow. try! Help! Help!" The prowling figure faded into the darkness as Bob People from a little camp group two or three hundred yards away were trying to revive their spirits by singsat up. A soldier could be heard coming their way on the nm. mg. "C "What's up?" demanded Bob. ant you sing something, girls?" Bragg hinted. "Just to show that we're not wholly in the dumps?" "I think your enemy was trying to creep up," quivered Nan began to sing, L e na joining in. Nan "I saw someone, anyway." "I feel a heap better than homeless to-night," the boy '"It might be," thought Bob, swiftly. "The rascal might sighed, contentedly. have seen me near the supply station to-night. He may Then, at Nan's request, he fell to telling them what had have trailed me here." befallen him in the city of desolation. The sentry came rushing up, demanding an explanation. "But it's ten o'clock-late enough for you poor people Nan told what she had seen. Bob added his own story. to be getting your sleep," he wound up, after a glance at "Hain't heard nothing about Little Funston's order his watch. "To bed, you!" he added, with a smiling air yet," grunte9. the soldier. "But 'I'll take a chance, if I of proprietorship. "Now, I think I'd sleep very restfully flnd your Sca. r-face. I'll ask the corporal to let me extend if you'd grant a poor fellow a last favor for the night!" my post nearer this way, too." "What is it?" asked Nan, quickly. With that the soldier was gone. "Why, a sort of family good-night kiss all a round," Bob But presently they saw the sentry patrolling nearer to hinted. the m than he had done before. It was Nan, and Nan alone, that the young rascal really "How did you come to be awake?" Bob asked the girl, wanted to kiss. softly, for Lena and Elsie had slept on through the exBut without waiting for permission, he kissed Elsie, who remembered "Uncle Bob" with a right good smack. Then Lena presented her face. But Nan he kissed twice, qickly, before she had time to draw away from the second salute. "Good-night, all!" said Bob, softly, after passing the blanket in. He stretched himself on the ground, in the open air. It was cold. He felt chilled to the bone; but, between Funston's friendliness and Nan's sweetness, he was beginning to feel that even such a desolate hunian wilderness as San Francisco was not the worst spot on earth. "I can understand why I've always been so fond of Lena,'' he reflected, at last. "It's because she'd make the jolliest sister -in-law going. And Elsie has begun to call me 'Uncle Bob.' Why, I'd be her uncle, really, if--" At that point he drifted off into slumber. citement. "I wasn t drowsy, I s lept so much through the day, when I was hungry," Nan answered. "When I saw that figure I couldn't help remembering about Scar-face, and so J couldn't help crying out." "I'm mighty glad you did," Bragg acknowledged, "for I more than half believe it really was that scoundrel." "You can go to sleep again," Nan hinted. "I'm not a bit sleepy myself." "Neither am I," Bob returned. "Then we can talk a little, to kill the time." So Bob moved closer to the tent, and once again he got hold of one of the girl's hands. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked. "Not 'if it gives you any comfort," she answered, red dening a trifle. "Why," proclaimed cheeky Bragg, "it sorter makes a


2 2 Ilf 'i'HE .F4ISCO E.AJiTHQUAKE. lonesome fellow feel as if he had. someone belonging tcY him a little bit." So Nan let her hand rest tP. his, Thus they whiled away the time until But now a new torment came upon the homeless thousands. Rain began to fall heavily. "Wake up, Lena!" commanded her sister "What's the matter?" Mrs. Rivers asked, opening her eyes. "It's raining, and we've got to manage to sit up so that we can let Bob in here with us, out of the wet This they managed, by sitting very together, and without disturbing Elsie, who slept on. 'l1hen, somehow-he didn't quite realize how he accom plished it, but he went at it craftily enough-Bob Bragg got one itrm al'oiind Nan's waist. He began by resting one hand near the small of her sliapely b.&ck &S they sat huddled close togethel'. By degrees he got that arm a little closer and a little closer, until it rested comfortably and happily a1ound her trim little waist. I... And N 1'n, acti:p.g on the notio:p. tlwt if it made his situation any more pleasant for the time being, it didn't h;um ap,yo:p.e else, didn't show any disple11sure. By seven o'clock, however, :Bob gave up this delightfully occupation to 111tlly forth to the supply station. More food was being out. By the &id of l}ittle Funston's pass he was able to get himself promptly served without 13tanding i:p. line. he retu.rned to the little 13helte:r tent. Crowd,ed i:p. M they were, they were1 nevertheless, happy -Bob especially llP, 13ince he ate with the help of one hand, the other ):iei:pg' pleasantly busy at Nan's, It was raining hard now. "I'm awfully thirsty!" sighed :j3ilsie. "Why ca::p.'t we. !let these tins out to water?" Lena suggested. :But Bragg, wide awake to his new responsibilities as temporary head of a:q family, got outside o.f the tent and upon his feet. "I've been an idiot," he muttered "I saw some buck ets down at the supply station. I'll rustle one of those, if the pass still holds good, and then I'll do my best to strike water with it." Off through the rain he hurried, not minding the drench ing or chilling, so long as he cou.ld bri:pg :qiore com fprt to his "family." The bucket he obtained without difficulty, the pass still proving to be a power. He was directed, also, where to find a well, less than a quarter of !J. mile away. "Why, I almost feel kindly towf!rd Sc11rface now,'' muttered the boy. "His rascality has :put me in a great po13.i tion to help my "Want any cu:ps ?" hailed a soldier, beckoning our hero, and pointing to two or three hundred tin q1ps in a pig packing case. "Four, if J CflJJ. l:uiye 'em," propor:;eq :{3qb. "T' ake 'em." you're a treasure ip. disguise!" chuckled the youngster. Then he limped off, though not so badly the day ]Je, fore, in quest of the well. He found it, surrounded by a throng. For some minutes Bob waited hill tmn. Then a soldier spoke to him. !'You'll have to pass your bucket up, We don't !jllow you folks close to the water." "Do I get the bucket pack, &JI right?'" Eragg cautiously inquired. "If you have luck." "If I don't, I'll flash the pass/' murrnurE\4 the P.oy. He pl\Ssed qyer the bucket. It passed u:p the Iiiie to the well. Working there, dipping out water, was a man who been pressed into service. It was Scar-face, for whom, even now, soldiers were alert ly on the watch But the rascal, with his face bound up 11s if s:fieri11g from a severe attack of the mumps, was no longer recog nizable . Bob may have at the fellow, hq.t qid not lrnow him. No so with Scar-face, however. He started, as he saw Bob's bucket han.deq o yer tA the soldier "That troublesome kid a.gain," he muttered. "He'll fallow me up until I finish him. Watching the bucket closely as it passed frow hanarto hand along the line, pounced llpon it. Hidden in his left hand was a tiny via l of prussic acid, one of the deadliest of poisons, the result of a:p. 1lndet1Jcted f!.nd unpunished raid in a tp:ppling drug store the day of the earthquake. With the bucket, Scar face bent over into the well. 1\t the same time he emptied the vial into the pail. Up came the bucket, full of water. Recklessly, Sca-r face rinsed his left hand in the fluid until he saw that the acid had dissolved. Then down the line he sta;rted the deadly "Prussic acid kills within a few seconds I" qufl,.vered the wretch, "and there's stuff enough in that hcket to make a neighborhood drop dead Down the line came the bucket. Bob kept his g11ze on it. He not seen the little transaction at the well. 1 "Mine!" he promptly, a:iid the solltier, pering him,, handed him the p.ail of' qeadly poisO:QQ1lB Wll,ter. Back to shelter te:qt hurried Bob. Nan WM looki11g for his appro&ch, fl.Ild haUed h:ii with fl. bright smile. "The pa,ss worked fl.gain, ;i.11 right/' h!l O!irrl, jubilantly. Setting down the he dipped out a cupful a:qd :passed it to Elsie


IN THE 'FRISCO EAn.THQUAKE. "Wait; child," commanded her mother. "Wait until all are served, then we'll drink a toast together in this cool, delicious water." Nan was served, and th4:!11 Letut. Bob stood tip with his cupful just beyond the-tent door "Now, the toast!'' h e cried, gaily. "May all our troubles end as easily a.s this thirst is quenched,'' ptop6Sed Lena Rivers. Laughing, they cups to di'ink. CHAP'l'E!i IX. WITH THE LOOTERS, "Look at that poor dog!" broke in Elaie; with childish sympathy. A homeless cur, prowling neat the door, tried to steal up to thE! bucket. "Get out of that!" ordered Bob, brandishing his free ha ,11d. "Wait your ttltn, sir, and we'll serve vou "He's thirsty," said Elsie, plaintively. "And hungry, too, I guess,'; Bob nodded. "Dogs don't get much attention these days." "He ought to have a drink t)f water, if he's suffering for it," broke in Lena, gently. "We know, ourselves, how it feels to be thirsty." "And we're forgetting out thirst, l:t.t that!" clicked Bragg, raising his cup again. "Don't!'' s poke L e na, almost sharply. "Not until we've placed some for the dog, too!'' "Can't the Wait just ten seconds?" asked Bob, hold ing the cup to his lips "It doesn't seem right, or humane suggested Nan So Bob, anxious above all things, to stand well with hi s "family," set his qup on the ground, ju s t inside the tent. Then, UJ:f one of the empty ineat tins, he dipped it up half full of water. "Come on, Ki-yi !" he coaxed, setting the tin on the ground. The thirsty animal needed no utging. It sidled up to the tin, thrusting in its parched tongue atl.d drinking gteE!dily. Then, wagging its tail, the honie l ess animal l ooked up at Bob as much as to say: "Can't you feed me, too?" "Come on, now, and down _?ur toast," suggested Bob Bragg. "Look at that dog-how funny it acts!" interposed Elsie. The brute hid begun to stagger. Of a sudden it fell over, kicking feebly, and then lay still "Whew!.'' whistled Bob. "That's the flrst time I ever knew a f>W spoonfuls of water to kill." "Maybe there's a reason,'' spoke Nan. "To our toast, anyway," urged Leha; tais!ng her cup once more. "Don't l'' thundered Bob, suddenly. "Stop!" They lowered their regarding him curiously. "I'm not thoroughly satisfied about this," quaked Bob. "The sudden collapse of that dog looks suspicious. What if there's something tht3 matter with this water? Don't!" he cried, darting forward and snatching Elsie's cup just in time to stop the child from sipping. He tossed cup and contents outside on the ground. "Don't touch this watet until we know," he begged. Another dog, attracted by the sight of the bucket, wr.s hovering neat. "Come here, Ki yi !" coaxed the boy, holding out his cup temptingly. Trustingly, eagerly, the second dog appro1tehed. The brb.te drank eagerly. "Watch him!" quivered Bragg. Withih a few moments dog number two began to stag ger then fell. "That settles it!" faltered Bob, his face white as chalk. "We don't dare drink this water It must be poisoned!" "But who could have done it?" ctied Lena ttemulolt sly. "His life won't be worth a nickel if I find out!" throbbed the bov. "Wait! 1'l:r1 off for the spring!" Snatching up the bucket and his own cup, he ran back as fast as his leg s would carry him Up to the same soldier whD had served him before he ra n. "See here,'' the boy whispered, quiveringly, "someone poisoned this water!" "Gwan !" mocked the soldier. "Call that dog over there, and give hint a drink Then you'll see "1Iere, doggy!" hailed Bob, dipping out a cupful of \vater. Cautiou s ly, the third dog approached, until s ure that the water really was meant for it. Then the animal drank, greed ily ehough. "Now watch!" Bob gr imly. Wa gg ing its tail, the dog looked tip as 1 begging foi' illore thirst quencher. But in a few seconds more the anitnnl keeled over. "J ernsha !" gas ped the soldier. "Rea.dy to bt:!lievE! mt:! now?" The soldier did tlot stop to -ruis\ver. Instead, he bolted to the well, demandit1g: "All the fellows here who've been working here?" "All but otle," replied the corporal in charge. "He just got excused on account of ft:!eling sick.'i "Then you'd better get him quick, corpornl. That miss ing chap must be the one who's poisoned the wnter "What's that, h1at1 ?" r' Oome back and look at a dog that dtopped dead after one drink!" Th e corporal hurriedly complied, Bob exeiWdly supply ing details Then four or five soldiers were sE!tit sturtyifig off ih different directions. Bob waited until they canrn back to tE!port faihti'e In the mea ntime he had asked the corporal \\rhether the


24 IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. missing man had borne a moop.-shaped scar on his left cheek. "Couldn't say," replied the corporal. "He had his head all bandaged up, as I remember." "He's the man you want just the same," quivered the boy. "We'll do our best to find him," promised the corporal, wearily. Another soldier came up with a vial he had just picked up. On the label was printed in plain letters: Prussic acid "Whew!" gasped the corporal, and promptly sent one of his men for the officer of the day. The latter came, a young lieutenant. He listened to all our hero had to say, then ordered his men to stop giving out water from this well for the present. "H that scoundrel can be founq in the whole city, he shall be found and shot full of holes!" promised the lieu tenant. Bob went back to the tent, full of gloomy thoughts. Later on, he obtained another bucket, more cups, and water from another well. But this fluid thoroughly tested on four different straying dogs before he would allow his "family" to try the water. Supper that night made all hands feel a little more cheer ful. It had stopped raining, too, and after dark Bob and Nan strolled, hand in hand, not far from the tent. "If it was Scar-face who poisoned that water," predicted Bragg, "I don't believe we need look for a visit from him to-night." "Why?" Nan asked. "Because he'll know better than to trust himself near the soldiers in this part of the park." Nevertheless, after Bob had seen N a:n back to the tent, and she had promised to remain awake for a while on guard, he stole off into the darkness. He was intent on prowling about and watching, to see if Scar-face would have the nerve to venture. But, though he strolled about for an hour, often chal lenged by sentries, our hero got no glimpse of the human cur he sought. "Wonder if anybody's camping, or lurking over among those trees?" pondered the boy, eyeing a belt of timber. He approached, cautiously, stealthily, thinking that the shade of these trees would furnish an ideal place for the skulkers who did not dare face honest people openly. yet, after looking, he was about to turn away again, when he heard a low voice ask: "Sure the money's there?" "Sure?" replied another voice. "Why, of course. The vault hasn't been opened yet. If I hadn't got down among the cinders, I wouldn't have known that the vault was cracked at the bottom, either. Boys, with a crowbar we can force our way right into that vault; and the Electric is a rich bank, at that. There may be hundreds of thou sands of dollars in. that vault." "The soldiers wouldn't do a thing to us, if they caught us," objected still another voice "Oh, well, if you're afraid, you needn't go into it. But there's no guard at the bank yet. To-morroWi we can slip back into town ln the daylight. At night, one of the crowd can talk to the nearest sentry, while the rest of us slip in under the vault. A little work, and, boys, we'll sure see more money than we believed there was in the world. Remember, the Electric Bank holds the funds of some of the big trusts Bob had stopped in the black darkness, leaning against one of the big trees. He could not see how many men \ there were in there, but he judged that there must be at least seven or eight. And they were plotting to rob the cracked vault of one of the unguarded banks "Sure shooting, if they're caught!" grimaced the eaves dropper. "Gracious! I hope Scar-face is in that crowd. For caught they'll be! I'll get word of this to General Funston, and I miss my guess if the little general doesn't set a soldier trap for them "It looks safe," spoke up another of the gang beyond. "It's worth the try, anyway," declared the first speaker. "I'd sooner be killed than stay a poor man with all that wealth handy. Of course, if any of you don't like the risk, all you've got to do is to keep your mouths shut and let the loot go to nervier men." "Oh, I'm in for the risk;'' announced one of the former objectors. "And I "Me, too." "I reckon you'll all be in for it," laughed the proposer. "Well, in the morning we'll pike toward toW?. Now we might as well get a sleep, for we won't get much sleep to morrow night, if we keep our nerve." "Sleep to morrow night?" quivered Bob Bragg. "That's just what you all will get, if the soldiers catch you at the vault." Not daring to move, as yet, the boy held his breath, waiting for the chance to slide away, undetected. Someone moved near him, rustlingly. Then a man loomed up through the blackness, looking at the boy wildly. Grip! In a Bob Bragg was clutched by the throat. It was too late to cry out. "Boys!" whispered Bob's captor, hoarsely,., There was a rush to the spot. "Who's the kid?" "What's he doing here?" "Listening to our plans." "The little sneak!" "Choke the life out of him!" Bob was in the grasp of at least three of the gang by this time.


IN THE 'FRIS90 EARTHQUAKE: 25 "Bring him over and put him down on the ground," or dered the leader, in a shaking voice. "We'll finish him,. with all hands looking on to make sure that the job is well done." Bob, his throat still gripped in that deadly strangle-hold that was making his senses reel, was borne further in among the trees. "It's only a kid," growled one of the men, as Bob was laid down on the ground. "Well, he's done for," announced another. "See, he ain't squirming a bit now!" "We've got to bury him, though, before daylight." "That's sure enough," nodded the man who had caught and choked our "Make a sure job of him, before you talk about bury ing," advised another of the scoundrels. "Plant him, and he won't come up!" gruffed the lookout who had caught the boy. "That's right. He ain't breathing." "Whee! but that was a lucky escape for us!" "Yep; if he had told the authorities it would have been bullets for the eight of us." "He may have friends lurking about here, fellows." The hint was enough to send five of the eight scurrying off in di:fferen t directions. 'Possum Bob He had been lying still, trying not to breathe, as the only hope he saw for life. Now, cautiously, he opened one of his eyes ever so lit tle. But he saw enough to make sure that the three men who still lingered near him were listening and watching, pa. ying no heed to him. Glide! Bob slipped off a bit, then up on his feet and started to run. "Glory! There's the kid piking from us!" gasped one of the crooks. "Nail him! Don't let him get away alive!" Bob Bragg had thought he had bruised and sore feet. But now, as he found himself fairly racing away for his life, he amazed himself by the speed that he could make. From all directions he saw dark figures racing to head him off. "Sentry! Help! help! Murder!" The pursuers wavered. In those days the call for the sentry was no joke, when the arrival of one was half sure to be followed by instant shooting. So Bob shouted again as he scooted. There was a clear field before him now, but he did not slacken up muqh until he met two soldiers and a corporal hurrying up. "What's the row, kid?" "Gang of fellows back there plotting to rob the Electric Bank. They say the vault is cracked on the bottom." "Stay here and watch the kid," grunted the col'poral to one of his men. The other two dashed off in the direction from which Bragg had run. They were back in a few minutes, empty handed. "Nothing over there in the timber except the remains of a squatter camp," broke in the corporal. "You didn't expect they'd stay for you?" mocked Bob. "See here, boy, are you giving this thing straight?" asked the corporal, suspiciously. "As straight as I know how," our hero declared. "They caught me listening and started to do me up. I got away by playing 'possum, and hollering for you fellows." Then, as by an inspiration, Bragg produced Little Funs ton's pass. "I guess you must be straight goods to get that pass," nodded the corporal. "Come along-the officer of the day for us!" Within five minutes Bob was explaining quickly to a lien.tenant what had The patrol was sent out to scout the neighborhood for the gang, though the boy's descriptions were nQt good enough to be of much help. "This will be a dangerous night for you, too," mused the lieutenant, "in case any of that gang stayed be hind. Where are you Bob pointed to where the Rivers tent was. The lieutenant walked over with him, instructing the nearest sentry to keep alert watch over Bob's safety. CHAPTER X. "WITH THE GOODS ON." Bob had not lain down very long when he was a.gain aroused. This time the lieutenant brought Major Carr, field offi cer of the day. "We haven't caught any of the gang," announced the lien.tenant. "They have melted. But Major Carr wants to ask you a few questions." First of all, the major examined the pass. That seemed to establish the boy's standing. Then he asked many questions, only a few of which our hero was able to answer. "Well, let them try to get at the bank," uttered the ma jor, grimly "Forewarned 'is forearmed." \Vhich meant that military headquarters would be noti fied, and that the guard near the bank would be greatly increased and have the strictest orders to keep constantly alert. "And you'll be a marked man in this camp, too," mused the major. "If these are really desperate criminals, I'm afraid they'll do their best to see your ghost laid. Lieu tenant, see that the orders are very strict about protect ing young Bragg." The sentry's beat was brought nearer. Bob lay down, therefore, for his s leep, with a feeling of rather good security against harm by night.


2G IX THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. He was awake in the morning, his feet a good deal Still the three men dogged him tirelessly. rested. Had he caught sight of them he would hardly have known It not having rained through the night, he felt vastly them. better all around. But, quite unsuspicious, he kept on until he halted to There was news in the camps that morning that made look, smiling, at a queer little six by,nine shanty that had thousands of people restless. been erected on one lot over a pile of ashes Several of the 'Frisco banks, the Excelsior among them, "At home," was the .legend painted on a wide strip of were to reopen and pay out such money as depositors might cloth and hung over the narrow doorway. need Bump As Bob stood for an instant, looking, a :fellow "There'll be a rush, too, that'll clean out all bf a bank's thumped into him. ready cash,'' observed one man "Certainly, I excuse you," smiled Bob, good-naturedly, "Gracious!" Bob's heart gave a thump as he turned. "If the rush cleans out the Excelsior's handy cash, I "Aw, shut up!" came back the surly reply from the may be left stranded in California indefinitely," he mut-rough-looking man who had bumped him. tcred, uneasily. "Oh, all ri ght,'' Bob nodded, smilingly. This he explained to Lena and to Nan. "Say, getting fresh, are you?" snarled the man. "If you can get into town, you'd better hurry and get Bob eyed him in surprise. your money, if you can," they both advised. "What ails you, man?" "But how will you get along?" "I'll show you "Oh, you've gotten us food enough for the day," L ena But suddenly the boy started smiled He h.'1lew his man now--0ne of last night'l'l crowd. "But at night-ii I don't get back?" Like a flash, otrr hero turned to nm. "There'll be the sentry," Nan laughed "I'm getting But the other two roughs had clqsed in. so I'm not a bit afraid of anything when a scream will T11e y hemmed him, then jumped on him. bring up a friend with a loaded gun.'7 Biff Thump! Pound! "But look out for yourself, my clea; r boy,'' begged 1 Down went Bragg, and knew no more Rivers. "What I'm most' afraid of is that some of last "Cut it! Sentry!" gasped one of the trio. night's gang will try to follow you and get their revenge." Around a corner they darted, but left Bob J3ragg "It'd be a risky business for 'em, in broad daylight," stretched on a pile of ashes. Bob murmured. "Let a man show fight in these days, ancl They hacl done swift, hard, brutal work, and left Bob the chances are ten to one that he'll be shot on general prin Bragg for dead. ciples, for being a tough character." "Come back as soon as you can, Uncle Bob!" called CHAPTER XI. Elsie He kissed the child, then trudged off sturdily. There was still just a trifle of pain and swelling left in his feet, but he preferred to forget it. It was a walk of miles-long and weary miles, and there would have been much to look at among the ruined build ings and the homeless but cheerful throngs, had it not been for the one purpose that was strong in the boy's breast. Once he got a lift.for threeemiles on a slow-moving quar termaster's wagon. The pass did that. But others followed him tirelessly on foot Since he bad started away from the camp three men had made it their ta s k not to lose sight of him. "He's the spy that ga away!" they told each vengefully "We'll get him 11ith the goods on!" "It'll teach meddlers to be careful abou t wha.t they snoop into," growled another of the trio. It was not far from Market street where Bob got down from the quartermaster's wagon Soldiers still patrolled the streets busily, though, from the men being worn out by da.y and night work, the sen tries were further apart, save at important centers It was a wa lk of a few blocks up Market street for the boy. CONCLUSION. "Say, rouse up, can't ye?" demanded the soldier, prod ding our hero with the butt of his gun. But Bob didn't stir. "This'll go hard on me," grow led the soldier. "This corner is a part of my post, and I've be!;Jn 1 warned to look out for fights and stop 'em. Why couldn't the kid go somewhere else to get mobbed?" Dropping his gun, the sentry resorted to rubbing the boy s 'lnists K ext he poured half a pint of water from his canteen through the boy's lips. ''vYake-up Change cars!" appealed the sentry, slapping the boy's palms smartly. A small crowd gathered) of course In the midst of the excitement Bob opened his eyes. "Of course you ain't dead," said the soldier, drily "Who said I was?" mumbled Bob. "You looked like it for a while." Then our h ero remembered the :fight in which ha ha.du't had a show to take a part. Frantically he felt at his breast pocket Bank book and wallet were still there.


IN 'FRrsoo :EAit'rHQUAKE. h .... .. 1'What are you doing on Market street, anyway?" de manded the soldier. "Trying' to fihd tny bltllk and. gl!t my mdtl.ey out," Bob sta.inmered. "What banlt ?" 1 Ext!elsldl',h "Next block HI kiitlw it.'' "Can you get there P" "I think so." "You want td be sure; if you're going to caI'ty nit>tiey," muttl:lred the st:\titry. "Soldier, I'll take tM bdy tliete safely, if you wish," itlterposed a mild-looking man, drffised ih black antl wear ing a white tie. "Minister, ain't you?" challenged the soldier. "Yes," replied the clergyman, fuld gave his nartie. "It'll be a kind action, theti," replied the sentry, glad to have an assault case like our hero off his hands. nTry to walk," utged the cletgy:ttian, behdirig down over our hero. "Oh, I gtiess I can," murmured the He rose, supported by the clergymah. "Going to get yot1r money out to go home?" asked the clergyman, M they moved up the stteet. "Are the trains moving cast, sir?" "Oh, yes, after a fashion," smiled the minister. "No; I can't gt! home yet," B'ob replied, shaking his head. "I've got work cut out for me yet." "There's o:he of the sad sights of this desohtte city," observed the clergyman, as they reached the next cbrner. He pointed to a pile of ashes on which lay a :tnan just as he had beeh killed. "A prowler, shot while snoopihg in the Electric Bank ruins," went on the clergyman. Bob started. "Why, I gave the military war:hi:qg of an attempt that would be made on the Electric," he cried. "Did you?" "Last night. It was some of the gang that attacked me a little while ago." "Then st1ppose we see if this is another of the gang," suggested the clergyman, as they turned lnto the lot. Oh the breast of the dead man thl:l soldiers had pinned a simple placard : "Lobtets, take warning!" But Bob was not looklttg at the placard. For an instant he stood as if dazed. Then with a low cry, he sprang forward. There was a bandage over the dead man's face. Yet our hero was almost certain that he recognized tJ)e features. TC) the ininister;s utter amazeinent, Bragg instantly stiatched off the bandage. There lay the n111n with the crE!Scent-shaped scar on his face-shot dead while prowli11g in the ashes linder the bank. Bob, heedless oi all else, was down on his ktlees, tearing open the man's coat. Ol,ick A soldier hlltl shtlt baelt the bdlt Uf his rlfie, prepared to shoot the boy for i1 looter. But just itl tirtte the sentry eaught sight of the elergy man's cloth. "Put tip that gun, !lentty;'' ealled :rnitiistef, sharply, "1tnd dome here." Wonderingly, the soldHlr obeyed the i'evtitend gl:lhtlerfilitl's order. "Here it is!" quivetetl Bob Bragg, drawing liis hand but of IUl. innet pocket elf the tlead iriahjs ctlan and flt:Jurishing aloft a paper. "Tell me," he begged, passing the paper to the clergy man, "is this the martiage certificate of Richard Bragg and :tny mother F" "It looks very like it/' smiled the tilergytna:ri. "Thank heaven!" "Why, that's the chap mentioned in our orders from cried the sentry. "No \vtlrtder wt! Muldn't find a chap with a scar on his facl:l when he hlid it ban daged!" Scar-face was certainly dei1d-one of the scores of knowns who perished justly before the muzzles of soldiers' in those dread days. In his pockets, as the sentry examined, were found many other looted articles, showing how busy the dead scoundrel had been while alive. But he hnd been caught 11.t lililt. In time Scar-face undoubtedly would gonl:! East and tried to sell that certificate to the bidder. As a distant cousin of Bob's father Wlis contestit1.g Mrs. Bragg's claim, that relative doubtless would have bought up the marriage certificate only to destroy it. But Bob had it safe in his own hands now. He felt that it would never again be lost. Some hours after he rushed excitedly up to the shelter tent that covered his friends. "Lena! Nan!" he cried, breathlessly. Then, as they came flocking out to him, Elsie and all, he told them all the glad news. "It's vie for the East, as quickly as I elm stlirt-tb-night, if possible," glowed the boy. ''To-night?" demanded Lena and Nan together, disap point:rnent showing plaintively. 0 h, Uncle Bob-not as soon as that begged Elsie. "Yes, to-night," quiveted Bob. "And see here, girlsall of you! There isn't a ghtlst tlf a reason why yoti can't get away, too. Lena, you're a drtsssinaker. Nan, yC)u're a milliner. Do you think motley will be fl.owing fast in your lines here during the next few months? Every dollat will be needed in rebuilding the eity. Come Eai:lt with me!" "East with you?" echoed Lena fi.tld N lih ih the satM breath. "Yes, to-ttight. Set:\ here! By the tittle i'each the East with this precious paper the banks will let mother atl.d


28 IN THE 'FRISCO EARTHQUAKE. self have all kinds of money. I never forget my friends, and mother always backs me up in that. I can pledge you that we'll set you up in the finest kind of shops in the East, if that would suit you." Lena shook her head, but Nan actually looked wistful over the plan. So, in the end, the young people carried their way. That night the precious paper re ste d in General Funs ton's safe at headquarters, for they found it necessary to delay their start until the day following. But on the next day they all got safely away. \ The night before the train steamed into the station at New York, Bob Bragg caught Nan standing on the pla.t form of the car. She was taking her first look at the real East. "It's a glorious country .to stay in, Nan," the boy glowed. "So is California,'' she answered, simply. "One catastrophe doesn't kill a Californian's love for his state." "Oh, I expect to see California again," Bob smiled. "I'm not scared out, by a long shot." "This East of yours is so new to me," she murmured. "But you're going to know a good deal more about the East," he laughed. "I'm going to teach you, Nan, you know; and some day we'll go back to the Golden Gate together." "Together What do you mean ?" she demanded, color ing. But Bob had caught her hand, and he held it tightly. "If you don't know what I mean, Nan, you're clever enough to guess, anyway." "I'd rather you'd explain." "Nan, you've heard Elsie call me Uncle Bob?" "Of course." "It's in your power to make me the child's Uncle Bob in earnest." Now Nan snatched away her hand quickly. "That's what you mean?" she murmured. "I mean to be Elsie's Uncle Bob!" He uttered the words as decisively as if he had the power to settle it all. Nan remaining silent, he bent forward to peer eagerly into her flushed face. "Am I going to be Uncle Bob?" he asked, softly. "Hadn't you bett er ask Elsie?" "Oh, if it's up to Elsie to decide then it's a cinch!" chuckled delighted Bob. "So that's the an swer-you leave it all to Elsie?" he insisted, joyously. "Since you seem to like cinches-yes Ask Elsie." "I'll do it now,'' Bob declared. He held Na.n's hand tightly as led her back into the car. "Elsie," he demanded, brusquely, as he bent over the child at her mother's side, "how'd you like me to be your really, truly Uncle Bob?" "But how can you be?" asked the child, puzzled. "Nan will help me out in that if you want me to be your real lincle." Elsie's answer was of the right kind. She held up her face to be kissed. "Lena," asked the boy, a little later, as he rested one arm around the shoulders of Elsie's mother, "do you know I've had a queer notion that I wished you were nearer my age, so that I could marry you. Now, I understand. You were just my style of girl-you're so much like Nan." "I'm glad you found her, then," laughed Lena. "If you hadn't, you might have been impulsive enough to pro pose to me. And I'm afraid you'd seem like a boy husband for me. But you're right--N an is just the girl for you." "The only one in the world-for me," Bob declared, hap pily, smiling across at his sweetheart. "But what on earth is your mother going to say?" Lena asked. "Wait until you've seen my mother." "Is she dangerous?" Nan asked. "She thinks, as most mothers do, I suppose, that the world was created for my enjoyment." "Then she'll never believe I'm a tenth part good enough for you," Nan answered, tremulously. "Oh, yes she will," laughed Bob. "For that's another one of mother's peculiwities-she thinks I know a heap. She'll take my word for what I think about you, Nan. Did she hesitate an instant about wiring the money for me to bring you East? Mrs. Bragg proved to be quite as good as Bob's word. She embraced Nan at once., and Lena and Elsie imme diately after. Bob and his mother came into that fortune easily, on presentation of the proof that our hero had obtained at such risk to his own life. Still, Bob is no idler. He has started in business. This fall he is going to become Uncle Bob in reality. And Lena and Elsie will live with them. THE END. Boys, Edward N. Fox ha s written for you one of the jol liest strongest, most rousing and delightful stories of the atrical life on the road that ever was penned. Don't miss "WE, US & CO.; OR, SEEING LIFE WITH A VAUDEVILLE SHOW." It i s full of the livest kind of adven tures, abounds in humorous scenes, and has the real flavor of theatrical life. It will be published complete in No. 10 of Wide Awake Weekly, out next week! SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from a.ny 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 IlJ.ail.


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K Shackleford. 392 General Sherman's Boy Spy; or, The March to the Sea. By Gen"!. 355 Kit Carson on a Mysterious Trail; or, Branded a Renegade. By Jas. A Gordon. An Old Scout. 393 Sam Strap, The Young Engineer; or, The Pluckiest Boy on the 356 The Lively Eight Social Club; or, From Cider to Rum. A True Road. By Jas. c. Merritt. Temperance Story. By Jno. B. Dowd. 394 Little Robert Emmet; or, The White Boys of Tipperary. By 357 The Dandy the School ; or, The Boys of Bay Cliff. By Howard Allyn Austin. 395 Kit Carson's Kit; or, The Young Army Scout. By An Old Scout. 358 Out In the Streets; A Storyof High and Low Life In New 1'.ork. 396 Beyond the Aurora; or, The for the Magnet Mountain. By N. S. Wood (The Young American Actor.) By Berton Bertrew. 359 Captain Ray; The Young Leader of the Forlorn Hope. A True 397 Seven Diamond Skulls; or, The Secret City of Slam. By Allan Story of the Mexican War By Gen'!. Jas. A. Gordon. Ar11old. 3GO "3" ; or, The Ten Treasure Houses of the Tartar King. By Rich-398 Over the Line ; or, The Rich and Poor Boys of Riverdale Schools. ard R. Montgomery. By Allyn Drape r 361 Railroad Rob; or, The Train Wreckers of the West. By Jas. C. 399 The Twenty Silent Wolves; or, The Wild Riders of the Moun-Merritt. talns. By Richard R. Montgomery. 362 A Mllllonalre at 18; or, Th9 American Boy Croesus. By H. K. 400 A New York Working Boy; or, A Fight for a Fortune. By How-Shackleford. ard Austin. 363 The Seven White Bears; or, The Band of Fate. A Story of 1!.us-401 Jack the Juggler; or, A Boy's Search for His Sister. By H. K. sla. By Richard R. Montgomery. 1 Shackleford. 364 Shamus O'Br\en; or, The Bold Boy of Gllngall. By Allyn Draper. 402 Little Paul Jones; or, The Scourge of the British Coast. By 365 The Skeleton Scout; or, The Dread Rider of the Plains. By An Capt. Thoe. H. Wilson. Old Scout. 403 Mazeppa No. 2. the Boy Fire Company of Carlton; or, Plucky 366 "Merry Matt"; or, The Wlll-o'-the-Wlsp of Wine. A True Tem-Work on Ladder and Line. By Ex-l<'lre Chief Warden . perance Story. By H. K. Shackleford. 404 The Blue or, Fighting Against the Czar. By Allan Arnold. 367 The Boy With the Steel Mask; or, A Face That Was Never Seen. 405 Dick, the Apprentice Boy; or, Bound to be an Engineer. (A By Allan Arnold. Story of Railroad Life.) By Jas. C. Merritt. 868 Cleai;-the-Track Tom;. or, The Youngest Engineer on the Road. 406 Kit Carson, Jr., In the Wild Southwest; or, The Search for a By Jas. C. Merritt. Lost Claim. By Au Old Scout. il69 Gallant Jack Barry, The Young Father of the American Navy. 407 The Rivals of Round Top Academy; or, Missing from School. By Capt. Thoe. H. Wilson. By Allyn Draper. 370 Laughing Luke, The Yankee Spy of the Revolution. By Gen'! Jas. 408 Jack Mason's Mllllon; or, A Boy Broker's Luck In Wall Street. A. Gordon. By H K. Shackleford. 371 From Gutter to Governor, or, The Luck of a Waif. By H. K. 409 The Lost City of the Andes; or, The Treasure of the Volcano. Shackleford. 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Books Tell You Everything! COMPLETE SET lS A EGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper._in clear type and neatly bound in Im aH:ractivl!, iliustratl!d cover. Most of the books are als-:> profusely illustrated, and all of the subJec ts Ueated upon a1-e aiions o t her methods of developing a good, h calt'1? m u 3ck; over sixty illustrations. Every boy can beeo?,1e strong u1hl hea!thy by following the instructions contained in I 1li.:; littli:bn(.k l\o. JO. HOW TO DOX.-The art of self-defense made. easy. o.-rr thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the dilfer ent of a :::oo'.'I boxer. Every boy should obtain one of three usefu l :rnrl i'1sc rnctive books, as it will teach you how to box l viti"!.out an i11s1 rnctor. No. 25. HOW TO DECOME A GYMNAST.-Oontaining full for a ll kirnJg of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. thirt.t-fhe illustrat ions. By Professor W. Macdonald. A h:rnr l y and u s eful book l\o. :14. HOW 'l'O FENCFJ.-Containing full instruction for fencing and the use of the also instruction in archery. De w inventions originated. This book explains them all, g1v111g examples in electricity, hydraulics magnetisin 9ptics pneumat.ics, mechanics, etc. The fuost instiudtive bt1ok pbbhsbetl'. No. . HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.-C-Ontaining full mstructions how to prnceed in of'der to beCdine a loctlfnotive en gi!leer; also for building a model l ocomotive; together with a full description of an engibeer should kiibw . No., 57. HOW TO l\IAKE MUSICAL INS'l'RUMENTS.-Full directions how to make a :Banjo, Violin, Zitliel', Allolfan HlifP, Xylo phone and other musical instruments; together with a brief de scription of nearly every musical irtstrulnen_t used In arlt!ient ur modern times. Profuse ly mustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years bar:dmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO :l\tAK1n A l\lAGIO LANTERN.-Containing a descdption of the lantern, togt?ther with Hs history and invention. Also full directions for its use and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated, By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO llfECHAN!CAt 'l'RidtCS.-Oontaining complete instructions for p erforming over sixty Mechanicitl Ti'lcks. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LfTER WA11"1NG. No. 11. ROW TO WRIT.El LOVE-LE'I'l'ERS.-A most com plete little book, containing full tllrecti!ms fo1 wl'ltlng love-letters, and when to use them, givittg specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTER!:! TO LADIES.-Giving complete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN.Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving s,imple letters for lnstruction. No. 53. HOW TO W1UT1Ji J,Erl'ERS.-A wonderful little book telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and anyhody you wish to write to. l

. THE STAGE. NP. 4-1, TlIJJl BOYS OF N!DW YORK END MEN'S JOKE B001(,-0011tainjng a j!Teat vp.riety of the latest jokes used by the most f14mos end men, No amflteur minstrels is complete without this wo11derful little book. No .. . THE OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER.Conta1!1mg a va1ed of speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing forhome amuse m en t and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK GUIDE AND JOKI!J B\)OK.:--Something new a?d very instructive. Every boy. should obtam this as it coutams full instructions for orgamzmg an amateur mmstrel troupe. No. 65. MULDOON'S JOKES.-This is one of the most original joke books eve r published, and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contains a large collection of so11gs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joke r 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 com plete 1nstruct1ons how to .make llP for various characters on the s,tage.1 with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompter, l:kemc Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager. No. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the latest jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular l}erman comedian. Sixty-four pages ha11dsome colwed cove1 containing a half-tone photo of the autlfoi>. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 16. HOW 'l'O KEEP 1\ WINDOW GARDEJN.-Containing full instructions for constructing a window garden eiti)e r in town 01 country, and the most approve d methods for raising beautiful at hpme. The most .complete ).Joolt Qf the kind ever pub nshed. No. 30. HOW '1'0 COOK.-One of the most instructive books cooking ever published. It. contains. recipes for cooking meats, ,is h, game. and oysters; also pies, puddmgs, cak es and all kinds of Pastry, and a nanq collection pf r eci pes J:>y one 9f oul' most popular woks. No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for boys, i;rirls, men and women; it will teach you how to :"1ke anything the i);, as parlor :ackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird hme for catchmg birds. Xo. 46. TIOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICJTY.-A. de,,_1ip t ion of the wonderful uses of electPicity and e lectro magnetism; gether with foll instructions for Jnakipg Electric Toys, Batterias, cc. By George Trebel, A. 1"!T. M, D, Containing ov e r fifty iiastl'ations. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ElLECTRICAL MACHINES.-Con"'.ining fnll uirections for making electrica l machine&, induction cr,ils dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity. Dy R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Contajning a iarge collection of instructive nnd highly amusing electrical tricks, together with illustrations. By .A., Anderson. No: 31. HQW T9 .BECOME A SPEAKER.-Contl!.ining four teen 1llustr at1ons, g1vmg the different positions requisite t9 beco111e a good speaker, r eade r and elocutionist. Al s o containing gems from a .II the popular of prose and poetry, arranged in the moipt Sl!llPle and conc1s:i manner possible. Np. 49. _HOW TO DEBA'l'E.-Giving rules for conducting bates, outlmes for debate(!, questions for dis c ussion and the bea sources for procuring info!'Illation on the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIR'l'.-'l'he arts and wiles of flirtation are fully by this little book Besides the various methods of ha_r.dke r ch1ef fan, glove parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con tams a full hst of the language and sentiment of flowers which ill in .terest ing to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happy without one. 4. H.OW .'1'0 DANCE is the title of a new and handsome htt1 e book Just is sue d by Frank Tousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dauci_ng, i;tiquette in ball;room and at parties, how to dress, and full d1rect10ns for callmg off m all popula1 dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to love and ma:riage, giving sensible advj ce rules aud etiquetti to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not grn t:rally known. No. li. HOW .ro DRESS.-Contaiuing full instruction in the art of

Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A NEW ONE ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY PRICE 5 OENTS A COPY This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing 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 become 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 PtmLISH'.ED. 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 f A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. ii Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. g Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake view. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The Wkeel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. lO A Copper Hanest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. U A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. U A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. U A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest :U A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 21 All to 'the Good; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Bo y of Them All. 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Rich 24 Pushing It Through; 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 There. 27 Struck Oil; or, The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; o.-, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. 30 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Cocos Island. 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. 33 Playing te Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. H Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. if King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, O::e Boy in a Thousand. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy in the World. 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. Wall 37 Beating the Brokers; or, The Boy Who "Couldn't be Done ... 38 A Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on Record. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 30 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 money or postage stamps, by i'B.A.NK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS gt our Ltbraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and flll in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by return mail. POS'.rAGE STAMPS '!'AKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. , I FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. .. ........................ 190 DEAR Srn-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 .................................................... Name ......................... : Street and No ..................... Town ......... State ........... .' .


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