-A-ODMPrEr-i: SJORY .... . It was a feat for a giant, o r one tired of life! 'A.s well die now as tomorrow!" vente d friendl ess heartsick young-Sandow. He seize!! the bridle, stiffened his tense muscle s and prayed-for sc;;ornful Elsie, not himself!
EAWAKE WEEKLY A CO/fl'PLETE ST07lY EVERY W E E K. I"uetJ Weeklt1-Bt1 8ub1orlption 2.50 per year. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1906, in the office or the Libr!Jrlan of Oongru1 Washington, D. o., by Frank Tousev, Publiaher, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 18. PRICE 5 CENTS. SANDOW, JUNIO R OR, rhe Boy Who Looked Puny Sy :Prof. Oliver Owens CHAPTER I. DROPPED OUT OF THE SKIES. One hot summer afternoon they were swapping "strong man" lies i Bud Spencer's grocery store in Blissville. "Why, I used to think nothing of pulling back on the traces hard enough to teach a colt to back," bragged John Donnell. 'Member how I used to wrestle with that black and white bull of our'n ?" demanded Jim Havers. Nobody did remember, but all the men in the crowd nodded. "See them stairs that lead up to the back storeroom?" demanded Bud, pointing to a short :flight of seven steps at the rear of bis store. "Any day I can lift a full barrel of Sour, tote it up those steps, and--" "Less see you do it," hinted a red-haired, freckle-faced boy in the crowd. "I just eat my dinner," Bud explained, though without 1-0oking at the boy. "Ain't ye eatin' to get strength?" persisted the red1\aired one. "Yep,n agreed Bud, looking at the ceiling. "Huh!" said the tease with red hair. "Then right after dinner ye oughter be stronger!" "That 'minds me of the load I useter lift," broke in a hurriedly, to cover up the "break" of the small boy. "I--" . And then followed another strong-man lie From the doorway, where a woman stood, with her back to the crowd, came a scream. Then, like a fl.ash, the woman, white-faced, turned upon the man. "Some of y6u giants there better get out in the street quick! You're needed . Look there!" A dozen hurried to the door. Sui:ely enough they were needed, for Silas Harper h;id just come to a kind of trouble that only a stro:g nlan could ease. In starting his horses with too hard a la s hing, had caused them to bolt. In the bounce and the veering that follo\\"ed Silar:'_s wagon's body had come off the forward truck. As Silas himself had been pitched out just half a second before, he now lay in the roadway, cur s ing and yelling with pain, one leg pinned down to the ground by the for ward end of the heavy wagon body, while the maddened horses, hitched to the front wheels only, were making a swift dash dow:i;i the street. Three or four helpless people had stopped to look at Silas's trouble, but none of them seemed able to help, or even to think of it. "Some of you strong men hustle over and lift that wagon box!" comm. anded the woman at the store doorway. They started on the run, but they were too late. Up the street, at a sprinting dash, had come a young ster. No one of the score of townspeo1Jle knew him.
. 3 DO\r, They did not even remember to have seen him before. Right. beside the wagon and the injured man the boy halted. One swift look he tookand then he got into action. He was a puny enough looking .boy, not more than five feet three in height, nor did he look as if he would weigh more than a hundred. But, as he darted up to the wagon, he spat on his hands in the most hustling sort of way. His run ended at the front of the wagon box. Bending down, he gripped his hands under that box and lifted it. Yes, sir. Lifted that massive box clear of the ground at the front end-lifted it full six inches up and away from Silas's broken left l eg and held it there. "Some of you people lift the poor fellow out," he directed, coolly, and without panting "Don't you hear me?" he added, sharply, a moment later. For thei;e "strong men," paralyzed at what they saw, had halted, standing there open mouthed in their astonish ment. Then Bud and Jim leaped forward, helping the boy to hold the wagon box clear. "I don't need you," snapped the puny boy. "That man underneath does. I can hold this up." By this time all the crowd had come more to its wits, especially when aided by some vigorous language from Silas with the broken leg. Silas was pulled out and lifted into a wagon that had been halted close by. The driver and some friends started to take Silas Harper to the nearest doctor'!! office. i'l ow, at la st, the crowd turned to look at the puny boy. To; he had proved that he wasn t puny; he only looked so. "My gracious, boy, but you're terribly deceiving-look ing !" gasped the woman who had first ordered the town's strong men to the rescue "Deceiving, ma'am?" smiled the boy. "I always try to be honest." "But you look like a little mite that tl1e wind could hlow away!" arg1iecl the woman. "I suppose the wind could, if it wanted to," assented the boy. "Where did you get all that amazing strength, any way?" persisted the woman, while the breathless crowd gaped. "Oh, I came by it honestly, I give you my word for it," laughed the boy, and with that all the crowd laughed. Then a man of thirty or so, a handsome, hustling looking, well-dre ssed fellow sitting in a buggy; who had &lopped and was questioning one of the men in the crowd, called out : "Three cheers for Sandow, Junior-a boy of grit !" The cheers came with a will, for the Blissvillains could be enthusiastic when they had any need to be. Then one big farmer grabbed the boy suddenly, swing in::; him up to a seat on his great, broad right shoulder The contrast made "Sandow, Junior," look punier tha:" ever. The contrast, in fact, between this undersized youngsh'. 'I and the big, husky farmer brought out another roar C\e laughter. "Bring him lrnre, Holmes!" called the man in th.yi buggy. "I want to shake hands with him, if he'll let me.I', Laughingly the boy, perched on Fa1mer Holmesp shoulder, l eaned over and shook hands with the man 1 the buggy. "I'm Dr. George Bradley-always an admirer ".d: strength and grit,'' announced the latter. "And now three big cheers for Dr. George himself 1 ll shouted someone else 1e1 The cheers were given with a roar that showed ho ,, popular the young doctor 'was ih Blissville. at "Here's a dollar toward a fund for the young hero 010j the cried the doctor, dropping a bank-note int '] his straw hat. "Come forward, please, and add to i ro] Show your appreciation of what you've just seen." 00 Of course there were many in the growing crowd wl: hung back. But at least a dozen pressed forward. First in the ranks was Sandow, Junior, himself. Holl)JJ ing up both ham1s to press his new friends back, he shou ; ed, earnestly : 1j "No, no! .r ot that-please!" h "Won't you take the money, lad?" demanded Doc Brae ley. P.] Jo, I thank you." "But this money isn't tainted," laughed the doctor t J "I don't want it, thank you." I There was a look of surprise on many faces at th'. j declaration. I For the youngster, though as as a pin, looked antj thing but prosperous. -l In fact it was plain that his suit had seen much service. It looked, indeed, as if it h.ad not been new late) l than the summer before. He was not really a handsome but he had a plea ing face, and great, honest brown eyes that looked straigh ai. you without a bit of conceit or trickery in them. He didn't look really sickly, but he looked far fr01d heing as strong as the average boy, unless one who under such thing looked critically at the depth of his che) when he breathed and the straight squareness of \ shoulders But he was endowed with wonderful which he 11ad careful1j' cultivated ttutil now it was sirnpl marvellous: He there, as cool as a cucumber, neither redden) ing nor looking puffed up, while the crowd grew ever instant. "Will you give u s youi name, youngster?" asked Do Bradley "Thomas Preston "From--" "I beg your par don, doctor?" "Where do you hail from?"
SANDO\\', JUN.l:'JR 3 a."From the whole United States." 1 "Homeless !" 'fhat word, 0coming from someone behind him, c:fo boy his :fi:c:st flush of unusual color. caused man as he turned to look, hal-scowlingly, at the little throng around our hero. Someone started to explain, but the big man, whom the boy was now regarding closely, waved his hand. th ''.Excuse me," he turning swiftly around and "Tut! tut!" grunted the big man. "I'm not interested /Ymg to make out the person who had spoken too loudly. in yarns about freaks." eil've got as good a mother as any. fellow in this town. Again Sandow, Junior, started, his face reddening. e f I don't want to tell all of my business, that's my own And then his heart throbbed uneasily, for he sa.w the fair." pretty girl laughing as if she enjoyed the joke at his ex.. I "Quite!" nodded the young doctor, heartily. dn't mean to be prying, either." And I pense. "I didn't think for a second that you did, doctor," re ined Sandow, Junior, quickly. "You didn't think I 1 eant that, did you?" 0 "No offense meant or taken," smiled the doctQJ, good turedly, holding out his band once more to the boy, who ok it "Now, unless you people want to hear me discuss my business," began the big man, and paused. The hint was enough. At once the crowd began to move in either direction along the street. "Gracious He must be of as much importance as he thinks he is!" murmured the boy to himself. "The people obey him as if he were the only policeman on earth." "Now, Mr. Jarrett," began John Bright, in an eager voice. The Blissvillains-that is, the latest newcomers in the 1 owd, were now pressing forward as if trying to get a "Jarrett gasped the boy, once more starting. "Good spoke a light young heavens! Have I found that fellow all at once? The od look at a freak. 1 "S . b ome circus oy out of a job!" fellow I've been rooking for for weeks-months Is this he?" ice. It was a mighty sweet voice, too, and that made Tom rn quickly. His face reddened, and tears almost got in his eyes hen he saw the girl who had spoken so lightly. "You can't say that, Elsie, for you don't know," re rned the white-haired old man at her side. Tom, despite the strength he had shown recently, was really trembling now. The little color in his face had suddenly left it. He leaned against the tree close at hand, But with his face turned away that none might notice it. The three men on the sidewalk were talking earnestly now, and in low tones. But the girl tossed her head flippantly, as if it mattered 'tile, anyway. h And that hurt Tom Preston more than But just then the thin, shrill little voice of Lawyer Carthat bury broke in: For he had taken a sudden tremendous 1ikin0' to b "Mr. Biight, when you're told a thing like that by Richard Jarrett, you can always believe it." weet-faced, decidedly pretty girl. She was perhaps sixteen, with eyes of deepest blue and ) air of me.dium shade that set off a delightfully peachy mplex1on m wluch there was just enough of color to ake it delicious. But she carried herself proudly, as if accustomed to 'eing consulted and to having her own way in everything "Let us go on," she said, after a look at Tom that seem-1 l as if intended to show the hero of the occasion how an insignificant young fellow like him interested The old man started to move away, but he was not de1 tined to get away as quickly as that. "Mr. Bright! Just the man I wanted to see!" sounded big, rather rasping voice, as a broad-shouldered six n oter of forty pushed his way through the crowd. "My attorney, Ur. Brig11t," announced the birr man b aggmg forward a thin, ferret-faced man of middle aae dingy black. "Mr. John Bright, Mr. Jasper Carbm;, r foremost counsellor. Why, Jrnllo, Miss Elsie! 'Aw ully glad to see you again!" "Richard! Richard Jarrett! Now, I know you, my man," thrilled the boy. "And, oh, ain't I glad I've found you !" He did not start from his position, however, nor did Jrn give any other sign that he had heard anything. Elsie Bright, looking slightly bored and wholly disdain ful, had walked a few steps past her father, and now stood leaning slightly against a fence Jarrett, 11is head turninir, suddenhr cauoht siaht of the ,J b 0 youngster by the tree, Jtot more than six feet a..way. "Boy," rasped the big man, "what do you want here?" "Nothing in particular," rejoined Tom Preston, calm ly. "Then you may move on!" "Thank you." But he did not budge. "You may move on, I say!" roared Jarrett. "I heard you." "rrhen why don't yon go?" "Am I obliged to give you m,y reasons for remamrng on a public street?" queried the boy, turning and looking coolly at the big fellow. 1 But the young miss chose to look almost bored as she odded slightly. ,\.s he looked be caught a sudden, amused gleam in big i Elsie's eyes "What's all the crowd here for?" demanded the
SA JUNIOR. She looked at him nodding, as if to egg him on. Richard Jarrett walked angrily up to the boy, resting a heavy paw on Tom's shoulder. But, to the big man's intense astonishment, Tom's small left hand closed over that big paw and pushed it promptly away. "Hands off, please," urged the boy. "Take a fellow of your size I" "Boy, I told you to get away from here I" roared tlie hig man. "And who are you?" the boy, looking up into the man's red, angry eyes. Richard Jarrett gasped, for the simple reason that he was not used to being asked such questions in the town that he felt he owned. If there was any real estate in BlissVillfl that Jarrett didn't own, the chances were that he had a mortgage on it. He reached out with his heavy right hand to grab the boy by the arm. He got hold of it. But Tom, without budging from his position, threw the grasp off with an ease that made the big man start with astonishment .. "Boy," he gasped, "I'm used to being obeyed in this town." "Yes?" sneered "Well, you may think you're George Washington, Julius Cresar and the Kaiser Wil lielin all rolled into one---but I think you're a stiff!" The instant that he had used that word in Elsie Bright's hearing the boy felt ashamed of himself. But his own shame was nothing to the humiliated anger of the town' s big man. "See here, boy," he growled, "I want you to get out of this town on the run and keep away. Wi11 you do it?" "No!" flared Sandow, Junior, promptly. "You'll be s orry if you don't!" warned the big man, menacingly. "Oh, you -go to blazes!" snapped the boy, coolly. "You make me feel sleepy !" Again Jarrett gas ped with anger. Then, with a snort, he wheeled, beckoning to a man on the other side of the street-a man on whose breast glittered a white star . "Officer!" called Jarrett. the street on the double quick came the con.l stable. "Johnson," announced the big man, "I want you to take this young loafer to the station-house." 1 "All right, sir," replied the constable, re s pedfully. "What's the eharge, sir?" "Charge him with being a vagrant, and see that he's sent away for a year or two, Johnson." "Yes, sir." "I'll drop into the courtroom in the morning to add my word, Johnson." "Very good, sir." Richard Jarrett turned to look at the dumfounded boy. Sandow, Junior, was more than dumfounded. He was terrified, in fact. any prospect of one, and unable to prove that he had one to look after him--Why, in fact, he was a vagrant within the meanin the law. And a vagrant is locked up for the good of the munityl CHAPTER II. THE BEALER IN "SKIN GAMES." John Bright, honest old soul that his face procla him to be, had looked on in troubled silence. He was an old man, who had seen many reverses in and he knew better than to "knock" or make enemi his age. Yet his whole sense of justice revolted at what being done before his eyes. "Mr. Jarrett," he called, mildly, "don't you that's-er-just a bit unfair." "I do not," returned the big man, stiffly. "I think it's a shame!" cried the girl, moving fo her face :flushed, and her eyes blazing just a bit. "Elsie!" protested her :fhther. "I call it the act of a bully and a coward I" defied girl. "Mr. Jarrett, after this please be good enough "Elsie !" "Be good enough not to speak to me after this, Jarrett finished the gir 1, hotly. "Why-er-Miss Elsie," stammered the big man, easily, "if you--" "I don't!" the girl, turning on her heel walking away, while her father went swiftly after trouble filling his weak old blue eyes. "What's this going on, Johnson?" rang a sharp as a buggy drew up near. It was Dr. Bradley, driving back that way. .And now he looked in very genuine astonishment sight of the late hero, now meek and mute in the the stern law "Boy arrested for being a vagrant," gruffed the stable, still keeping his hold on Tom's collar. "Stuff and nonsense!" snorted Dr. Bradley. makes such a charge as that?" "I did," replied Jarrett, looking in anger daring young physician. "You ought to know better at your age," return doctor, coldly. "And a doctor who's trying to build up a pr small town ought to look out for some people," Lawyer Carbury in his thin, shrill voice. "Pooh!" jeered Bradley. "It's well enough uow that I have all the square and decent peopl town on my lists. As for making that boy out a Nor, without a nickel in his pocket, without a job, or you can't do it."
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 5 Can you prove that he has a job and a home?" sniffed er Carbury. Easily enough," smiled the doctor, coolly. "He's look for a job, I believe. He can have the position of office up at ID)'. house. I'll tell the justice so, if I have to." Constable Johnson turned, with a troubled look in his at the magnate of Blissville. "Oh, let the boy go, John. s on," growled the big man. had no idea he had so many friends." Johnson's grip fell away from the boy's collar. Tom could have thrown up his hat and cheered-his rt had suddenly become so much lighter! He turned toward Elsie, lifting his hat to her as politeas he knew hpw. But that disdainful young 1ady, now that 'he was out of trouble, appeared to have lost all interest in him. She turned her back after a brief nod. Stabbed to the heart once more by the thoughtless posor of a face that promised better things, Sandow, unior, turned to energetic Dr. Bradley. "Jump in and go home with me," nodded the physician, making room on the buggy seat. "Now, then, Preston," ad the buggy rolled out of ear-shot, "do you really want a job with me ?" "If I could take a job anywhere, I'd like to have it with you," the boy cried gratefully. "But at present I've got something else on my hands that won't allow me to take any kind of a job." "Has that something got to be done in this town?" "Yes, sir." "Then, Preston, try to keep out of the way of that bully, Jarrett, as much as you can. He's all-powerful in this town, and rarely forgets a grudge. But now, as it's near supper time, you'll come home and have s upper with me. After that, we'll see if there s anything that can be done to push you on. Do you know, Preston, I've taken a liking to you?" "I'm mighty glad of that," rejoined the boy, s o heartily that there could be no doubt he s poke the truth. So friendless, homeless Tom Preston went out to the pretty little cottage that Dr. Bradley" owned. It was just past the edge of the town, out on the main street. The doctor being an old bachelor; his hou s e was maned for him by a sweet-faced, elderly woman, Mrs. Grant. After the meal, at which Bradley did mos t of the talk-g, he took the boy out on the porch, and, in his friendly y, tried to draw the youngster out. There wasn't so much to be learned. Sandow, Junior, 't seen his mother in more than half a year. ey had been separated in New York City, and the efforts to get tidings of his mother had proved fruit-name was Thorvald now, she having married a time, and having become a widow again. as church mice, mother and son, they had had 'ng of a fight for existence. But there was something else through which they hoped for comfort. What that something was Dr. Bradley did not attempt to find out. But he shrewdly understood that it must be connected in some way with Blissville, since young Preston had declared that he must remain here in town for the present. "My heart aches for the boy, if he's really got to stay here in town after having made an enemy of Jarrett," mused the doctor to himself. Then he exclaimed, laughingly: "Do you know, Preston, I've failed in getting quite a bit of practice here in this town, simply because of a pun I made when I first came here. I had the bad taste to refer to the people of this town as Blissvillains. That stuck in the crops of some people, and they d die before they'd s end for me." "It was a good joke, though," smiled Sandow, Junior. "And it seems to fit some people in this town, too." "Oh, as to that," said the young doctor, with sudden earnestness, "I feel like giving you one bit of advice that you'll do well to follow. If you've got to stay in this fOWn, even at some sacrifice to your feelings you want to go easily with R i chard Jarrett. Don t rough him tke wrong way. Be as s mooth with him as you know how." "I int e nd to be a s smooth with him as I can," rejoined i.he boy, with s udden soberness. "I've got to-for more r e ason s than one." Oh!" Dr. Bradley looked straight into the boy's eyes Sandow, Junior, nodded. "Yes ; you've bee n s uch a mighty good friend, doctor, that I may as well admit, for your ear alone, that my busi nes s in thi s town c9ncerns Richard Jarrett." "Does he know it?" "If he did," replied Tom Preston, with a sickly smile, "there wouldn't be any use in my staying_ here." "You needn't be afraid of my giving you away, then," promi sed the y oung medical man. "I've altogether too many rea sons for feeling a grudge against the fellow. He has done his bes t to drive me out of town-and all because I wouldn't do something for him once that would have been mighty s hady. But that, also, is between us two, Pre s ton. And now I've got to get my horse out and make one evening call .1 Since you've declined to sleep here to-night, may I at least drop you down somewhere in the village." "If you'll be so good," Tom replied, eagerly. "And let me hitch that hor s e up for you, please." A few minutes later our hero was set down in the busi ness part of Main street, and Dr. Bradley drove on . "It came hard to refuse that kindly-offered bed," smiled the boy, bitterly, to himself, as he strolled slowly along the street. "I wonder how long it is since I've slept in a real bed? I've lost the count. But what's that rascal, Jarrett, doing with old Mr. Bright? Another piece of stealing, I'm ready to swear. Oh, if I could only
6 SANDOW, JUNIOR., go to that weak, gentle old man and make him believe the "The invention really iil a prime thing, isn't it?" whole story I could tell about Jarrett and my dead step"Of course! Else I wouldn't be in it," returned J father, 'rhorvald Good old Otto Thorvald! The simple, rett, easily "I've got to make most of the money wh trusting, unsuspecting genius And you, Jarrett If I I go into a thing." can ever get the screws on you "So I've heard before," pulsed the listening boy. He stopped suddenly, for he had just come to the Bliss"Going to give Bright any more money above the thr ville House, the front porch of which was but a score of thousand, Mr. Jarrett?" asked the lawyer. feet back from the sidewalk on which the 'Blissvillains "I wouldn't, only I've got to get his final signatur were getting their evening air. Oarbury, what I want you to do is to draw up a cleverl There, down at the further end of the porch, sat Jar-worded paper-you know how to do the rigllt thing in tha rett and his rascally-looking lawyer. line! Have the paper look innocent enough, but it mus They were \>ending forward, talking in low, earnest really be a deed conveying to me all the remaining righ tones. in the invention-. Make the consideration two thousan There was no one near them, for the people of this dollars." little town seemed to know better than to intrude on the "And that will be the last cent that Bright is to get out privacy of their great man-their bulli}'ing, grasping, of his idea?" chuckled the lawyer. "Mr. Jarrett, you are harq-headed great man! certainly a clever man!" But Tom Preston, at his first sight of those two eager "Oh, yes," mimicked the listening boy, vengefully. faces,' stopped with a swift thrill. "Well, no," said Jarrett, slowly, and in that same cau"They haven t seen me yet," he throbbed. "And there's tious tone which just barely reached the young eavessomething up. I can do it!" dropper. "There's more to my plan, Carbury." "It" consisted of nothing less than drawing back, slip"There's bound to be," said the lawyer, admiringly. ping around at the back of the little hotel, and coming "After Bright gets that two thousand dollars we'll en-up on the side that would land our hero within a few feet courage him to spend it as rapidly as possible." of the two schemers, unobserved. "What's that for?" Moving with the stealth of a cat, Tom carried out his "So he'll be of course," yawned the rich man. plan. "And then?" Lawyer anQ. client were seated at the very end of the "Why, th. en, when he can't make a cent or find one, porch, close to the wall of the building. perhaps that pretty slip of a girl of his will be prepared to Keeping close to the wall that joined, Tom was able to think about becoming rich Mrs. Jarrett and helping her get within six feet of them. poor old daddy out." And he was hidden from the view of the street by a "You don't mean that, Mr. Jarrett l" protested the lilac bush that stood just at the corner of the building. lawyer. But, though Tom crouched and strained his ears, all he: "Oh, yes, I do! I've been a widower for seven years, could hear, at first, was an indistinct murmur of voices. and that pretty face has caught my fancy." "Just to get hold of something, some point in Jarrett's "She's as good as Mrs. Jarrett already, then!" coughed affairs that will give me a chance to put the screws on!" the lawyer. throbbed the eager boy; "Then, perhaps, I can make him "Is she?" demanded Sandow, Junior, flushing hotly in listen to me!" his place of concealment. "Why, to save a girl like that Sandow, Junior, though he looked as mild and meek as from a beast like this, I-I could alm6Rt shoot him from he was puny, h ad the bull-dog in him! ambush! No, I couldn't do that! It would be too sneak-He could hang to a single purpose through life, if ing But wouldn't I like IJ good excu s e to get rn3; hamls necessary. on him !" And now, suddenly, he gave a jump of joy, for he heard "I think I ca.n handle this Bright gQ.me all right for something that pleased him. you," smirked Lawyer Carbury. "Do you know, Mr. Jar"Old man Bright thinks I'm not generous enough witb rett, it makes me think of ,another slick case?" him," he hea rd Jarrett say, in a slightly louder voice. "Thorvald's?" asked the rich man. "But you've gi"en him three thousand dollars, and be In a twinkling Tom Preston leaned far forward. has been living in comfort on the money," objected Law"Yes, Thorvald's," nodded the lawyer. yer Carbury's shrill voice, now sunk almost to a whisper. "I remember that case. You handled it with splendid "Yes; but of course he expected to be a rich man out skill, Carbury." of his invention by this time," replied Jarrett. "Oh, that was not so hard," smiled the lawyer, modest-"He didn't know," chuckled the lawyer, "that in coming ly. "Thorvald was just such another timid, easy fool to you he made sure only oi making you rich!" this old man Bright. Do you remember how easily we go "Well," contended Jarrett, "of course I'm not going to away from Thorvald the only proof he had that he w supply the brains, the push and the money, and then turn really the inventor of that wonderful bit of machinery? everything over to the measly inventor." "Of course I do," nodded Jarrett. ". nd then he w
I SANDOW, JUNIOR. f&d enough to take the thousand I offered him and drop the matter. I was looking that matter over to-day, Carbury, for all the papers in the Thorvald matter are in my office at present." "In your safe?" demanded the lawyer, quickly. "Yes." "Then I'd advise you, Mr. Jarrett, to get them put away in some big and strong vault at once. Those Thor, vald papers are going to be tremendously important." "You're right there, for once in your life quavered the listening boy. He swallowed hard. Then, despite all he could do, he ooughed.' "What's that?" demanded Jarrett, leaping to his feet. Then he boundefl down from the porch and past the screening lila c bush. Sandow, Junior, and the King of Greed were face to face for a battle of strength or wits! CHAPTER III. JARRETT TAKES A DROP. "It's that same young vagrant!" stormed Jarrett. His face was white, fir s t off, then grew very red. "Dear m e !" murmured Lawyer Carbury, gliding for ward, snak e -fa s hion. "You young scoundrel, what are you doing here?" demanded Jarrett, g lowering at the boy. But Tom Pre ston had had time to get his wits to work. He ach e d to pa s s hard names back, but that be sure to bring out the fact that he had overheard the con ersation. "Why, I was taking a nap back of this bush," he replied, coolly. "Have I dis turbed you?" "Taking a nap!" s coffed Jarre tt. "Yes; unt il I \;oke up c oughing." "That' s a pretty story!" "I'm glad you like it." I Tom's face, a s he d e livered this meaningle s s r e tort, was an utter blank. If he had been as a s be looked jus t then, he wouldn't have known enough to get through life. But Jarrett, too, was getting his second wind on thought. It wouldn't exactly do to accuse boy of play ing the spy, for that would be to admit that there had been to spy out. "See here," he growled, "I thought I told you to clear ut-to leave this town for good." "Didn't I make it plain that I'd please myself about at?" returned the boy, "Ca.rbury, hold my hat," cried the rich big man, pass g that article into his lawyer's hands. He :was red in the face from the realization that out on the sidewalk a dozen people had halted and were looking wonderingly on. ''I'll give you just one good thrashing!" roared the irate magnate. "Yes?" asked Tom, coolly. "Then you ll keep away from this town." "If you win-yes, perhaps." "Take that, you little puppy!" Sandow, Junior, did "take" it, and he knew just what to do with it. "It" was an ugly blow aimed at the side of his head, for Jarrett was no boxer and did not know how to send in a blow right. Sandow, Junior, simply ducked in under that swinging arm, dropped upon his knees, and seize d the big man just behind each knee. Wrench! Sandow, Junior, drew his man forward and down upon the ground, dodging nimbly out of the way of the falling ma s s of two hundred and twenty pounds. Then Tom was up on his feet again, laughing 'with enjoym e nt. "Is that the way you alwayi\ clo it?" he asked, wonder ingly little whelp!" roared Jarrett, jumping to his feet again. There was a s nicker from someone in the growing crowd on the sidewalk. "Ten to on e on little David. Goliah s got no show!" piped a boy 's gle e ful voice from the stre et. Lawy e r Carbur y gasping with astonishment, stood on tiptoe to see if he could recognM:e the boy, so that his employer could take dire Yeng ean c e on the boy' s parents lat e r. But Richard Jarrett, fe e ling like a fool before the gap ing c rowd, becam e an enraged fool also. "Get out of these grounds, you young tramp!" roared the ri c h man. He r e a c h e d forward with both hands to grab Sandow, Junior, and rus h him into the street. Ilu t 'l'o m, nimble as a ,..squirr e l, dodged to one side, caught o n o of tho s e arm s with both steel-like hands, and began to twi s t. H e twi s ted like a good one. "0-o-o h Ouch! L e t go, you Httle thief!" howled Jar r e tt, whil e the c rowd on the sidewalk grew. Flop! Wit11 an agonizing wrench at that big arm, the boy, who looked puny, twisted the gripped arm until Jar-rett y i e lded and went clown to the grass. Lawyer Carbury dan c ed around like a mad cricket, but not daring to ri s k his precious skin by bolting into the fray. "Help! help!" shrilled the lawyer. "Why don't soml.3-one lrnlp ?" "Why don't you help yourself?" came back a jeering retort from someone in the gaping crowd. That sounded reasonable. Lawyer Carbury dancca closer to his groaning employer, who wae writhing and .. -
8 SANDOW, JUNIOR. \ almost sobbing, while Tom stood over him keeping up the twist on that suffering arm. "In the name o! the law, stop!" ordered the counsellor. But Tom, paying no heed whatever to this human mos quito, gave another twist. "Murder yelled Jarrett. He tried to get in a blow with his left fist, but watchful young Preston was too nimble. "See here," on the boy, coolly but sternly, "you called me a tramp and a thief. Did yo' u mean it, Jar rett ?" "Yes! Oh, oh, oh! No!" "What am I, then?" "You little--" ''Careful!" Tom put the twist on harder agafo. "You're a-oh !--" "Go on You're doing well mocked the boy. What am I?" "You're a-oh, oh, oh!" "Well?" "You're a splendid, honest, noble fellow!" "You'll swear to that?" insisted our hero, calmly. "Yes, yes!" "Then, swear!" 'Oh, oh, 0-0-0-oh l I swear that you're-oh !-all that's noble in a young man!" :'Good l' nodded Tom. "Now, what are you, yourself ? n "Oh, oh, 0-0-0-oh I'm a--" Wrench! "I'm everything that's bad!" moaned Jarrett, cold sweat standing out on his forehead under the agony of that twisted arm. "And vile?" hinted Preston, with another twist. "And vile 0-o-o-oh Let me up in the name of mercy!" Quite satisfied, Tom Preston let go of that captured arm, springing nimbly back. "First round is David's! Goliah comes up groggy for the second!" bellowed a laughing voice. There were a hundred people on the sidewalk and in the hotel grounds by this time. Nor bad anyone taken the trouble to think of interfer ing, except for Lawyer Carbury. He now darted forward, shaking a long, thin, claw-like finger threateningly in our hero's face. "Oh, you infamous little scoundrel, you shall pay for this!" screamed the lawyer. "Now?" queried Sandow, Junior, taking a step for ward. "No, no, no I" gasped the cautious man of the law, turn ing and fleeing. "I was only fooling!" "What's all this row about?" demanded a voice full of
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 9 gl'l!lning-these people wl10 had always seemed to look upon him as a truly great man. He couldn t stand it, so turned and bolted into the hotel. "Come along, lad," smiled Dr. Bradley. Constable Johns on, in the absence of a definite com plaint from Jarrett, hesitated about making an arrest for an assault he hadn't seen. ( "Why, it's little Sandow, Junior, again-the pocket giant who lifted the wagon off Sila s Harper this after noon!" recognized someone. Then the cheering began. Carbury was busy making mental notes of the names of villagers who were to feel the weight of Jarrett's wrath later on. "Get into the buggy," whispered Bradley. And Tom stepped in and was driven rapidly away. But two blocks off the boy murmured: "Stop ItOW, please, and let me out." "Why?" "I seem bound to get in trouble, doctor, and I don't want to drag you in with me." "Drag tne in?" pooh-poohed the young medical man. "Why, if this keeps on, everyone in town who hates Jar rett will send for me when they are sick." "Oh, I appreciate all yo'ur goodness," protested San dow, Junior, gratefully. "But I don't want to get you into any more troub1e. Put me down, please." So Dr. Bradley co.&plied. Tom was now so far from the scene of his late exploit that he found the street at this point nearly des erted "There's your friend's office," nodded Dr. Bradley, in clining his head toward a handsome office building at the I right. Then he drove on, while Tom crossed the stree t, look g up at th'e big, handsome office building with stores on the ground floor. Up there on three of the windows, in white letters, ap peared the name of Richard Jarrett. Further on, on two other windows of the same floor, appeared the legend: "Jasper Carbury, Attorney and Counsellor-at-Law." "Counsellor at almost any kind of dirty work, this par ticular lawyer," muttered Tom. But his gaze went back .to Jarrett's wpidows. "In those offices," he throbbed, with a trembling start, "are the very papers that I'd give my life to get my hands on! And only some locks-and the law-keep me from handling those papers." The big gencra1 st reet entrance to the offices above was open .. Tom -stepped inside, curiously. There was no late tennant in the hallway, but some late going tenant had left the street door open. Tom was curiously studying the names on the wall directory inside when he heard steps in the street, then the voice of Jarrett made him jump : "It won't take us but a few minutes, Carbury." "Better do it now, then," sounded the lawyer's voice. Tom drew back in the darkest shadow, shrinking his small body up until it occupied the least possible space in that dark corner. In came the two men and passed on up the stairs with out seeing him. "I know right where the papers are," Jarrett confided, in a low tone. Papers! 'l'hat word was e;nough to set Tom Preston's blood on fire. For the life of him he could not help following. Reaching the head of the stairs, he waited, out of sight, until he heard the men unlocked a door and passed inside. 'l.'he n once more along the dark hB;llway stole Tom, guided bya light that shone out through an open doorway. Close to the open door, he 'stopB-ed, his heart thumping. For a minute the two rascals talked in undertones. Then he heard them step into an inner .office. Swift as Tom crept forward, peering in. There stood a great safe, its door swung open. "The paper s Mother's papers-mine! In that safe!" throbbed the boy, tUrning hot and cold. "CoulCl I find them?" Listening for a moment to the two plotters murmuring their plans in the inner office, Sandow, Junior, praying for luck, slipped into that inner office. B efore the safe he stood, trembling. "There's ever so many papers here-which?" he quiv ered, feverishly eyeing foe many rows of neatly-folded documents in the compartinents exposed before him. He was bending forward-a step! Then another, in the corridor outsjde. "Cairbury, h ere's that young wretch in my office!" sounded Jarrett's amazed voice He leaped from the inner office, followed by his at torney. And Tom, bearing steps also in the corridor, straight ened up by the open safe, not moving. "You thief!" bellowed Jarrett, hoarsely. "Robbing my safe!" "Eh?" rang the voice of one astounded out in the corri dor . Constable Johnson sprang into the room, eager to dis tinguish himself. "You're just in time now, officer!" rang Jarrett's accus ing voice. "Carbury and I came here to my only to find this young burglar, with my safe door -0pen, just ready to go through "We came just in time to catch the burglar in the act!" piped Jasper Carbury, excitedly. Nor did Sandow, Junior, know what to say this time. Trapped! CHAPTER IV. A FRIEND FOR LIFE. White as death under the flickering yellow gaslight 1 stood Tom Preston.
10 SANDOW, JUNIOR. Circumstantial evidence! yer Carbury, stepping forward with relief written all over There was not a blessed thing to say for himself. his face "This lying, thieving young scoundrel-.-" Jarrett, the big man of the town, and a practicing lawSnap! By a strong twitch of his wrists Tom had broken yer, were his accusers. the steel chain connecting tlrn steel bracelets. Their presence of mind had been swift enough for them "Mercy!" 9asped the pallid lawyer, retreating swiftly to realize at once how they could accuse him without his behind the big body of Jarrett. having a chance to defend himself. "Now, what do you want me to do, officer?" queried the And Jicre stood the constable, a perpetual prowler in boy. the interests of Janett, read)_'. to swear the boy's liberty "March out of that door, just ahead of me," ordered the away. constable. "Don't try to get away, either, or I'll shoot ye "I'm all in, now!" gasped the boy, inwardly: down without mercy. Remember!" Yet he had so schooled himself in the appearance of ''Pshaw!" gritted Sandow, Junior, as he moved steadily coolness that he seemed, as he stood there merely to be toward the door. "Try to get it out of your fool noddle waiting for someone else's first move. that I'm going to fight an officer. If everybody was as Constable Johnson, with a trembling hand, reached for easy to arrest as I am, you could have school gi.Tls for his revolver-and produced it. policemen in this town!" The officer, though not a small man, had heard such "Blarney don't fool no one!" jibed the constable, folprodigious accounts of the strength of Sandow, Junior, lowing down the corridor with the muzzle of his weapon that he was wisely taking no chances. trained on the small o f the boy's back. "The case seems slick enough,"grimaced the officer. "N-0, no, you'll do all the fooling of yourself that's "Slick enough?" repeated Jarrett, scornfully "Why necessary," mocked Preston. not? Carbury and I come down the corridor, meaning to Jarrett and his lawyer, stopping only long enough to look over some business matters here. We find the door lock the safe and the office doors, followed into the street open, gas lighted, my safe door opened, and this young Where docs a crowd come from on a quiet street? In burglar on his knees before the safe door, ready to go less time than one could be1ieve a throng of people was through my valuables and cash." following Sandow, Junior, on his progress to the lock-up. "A very exact statement of the evidence," chimed in There was help in abundance to make sure that the boy Carbury, shrilly. was properly locked up. That wise lawyer was taking pairi.s to keep behind the The cell was a new and a strong one-one that would body of his big employer undoubtedly defy all the amazing strength that this bit Tom glanced from one to another of the trio, his glance of a boy seemed to possess. resting last of aJ1 on Johnson. Click! The spring-lock of the cell door had closed. "Well?" demanded the boy in a hard, dry voice, as he Johnson, Jarrett, Carbury, two other constables and a stood still. "What are you going to do with me?" few citizens stood staring through the bars at the des"Don't you dare resist," warned Johnson, leveling his perate crimina l. weapon. "When you galoots get tired of looking," announced "Oh, I don't intend to," spoke Tom, drearily. "Not Tom, drearily, "I'll have some time to do my thinking." being crook, I have a good deal of respect for the law"Cool," gruffed Johnson, whose la st act had been to too much to resist an officer who's doing what he thinks remove the bracelets from the boy's wrists. "You really i.:: his duty." dangerous criminals are always tliat way! We'll keep a "Throw up your hands," ordered Johnson. strong guard on this locln1p to-night, or one of the worst "Oh, that isn't necessary," smiled Tom, contemptugangs in the country might turn up to rescue this desously. "I'm not as desperate as all that." perado at the point of the pistol." "Throw up your hands," quavered the constable, "or "Oh, Lord!" gasped Carbmy. I'll kill ye!" "Say," taunted Tom, "ain't you afraid, Carbury, that "No, you wouldn't; you on1y think you would," smiled some of my desperate pa]s will clog you around until they the boy, coo1ly, some of the color coming back to his face. get you and finish you? Eh ?" "It isn't necessary to kill me, anyway. I tell you, I know "Mercy!" The white-faced Carbury hastened out of too much to try to resist an officer. Why, you can put the cellroom corridor. handcuff s on me, if you want." And soon Sandow, Junior, was left to himself, save for "A good idea," nodded the constable. ''Mr. Jarrett, the solitary officer, one of Johnson's comrades, who re will you please take them out of my left hip pocket whiie I mained on duty just outside the cell door. keep this young desperado covered?" And Tom? Tom SD}iled his contempt as he turned his back to Jar-Finding a bench at one side of tlrn cell, he threw him rett, putting his hands behind him and submitting to the self down upon it, lying there on his back, staring up a the whitewashed ceiling. e.re, now, that's safe and sensible," approved Law"I don't see any way out of tl.iis !" he grear111d.
SANDOW, JUNIC!R. H urse Jarrett and Carbury are citizens whose word will "I did. That is, I put up my house as security. That's taken by a judge or a jury. And that fool constable all the property I have in the world. So, if you should as convinced enough so that he'll be ready to swear to skip, Preston, I'd b e a whole ruined community!" eir story. Tom, lad, being homeless, friendless, penni"Skip?" repeated the boy, scornfully. "And leave you e8s, I guess you're in for it! Even a fellow better :fixed in a hole when you've been so good to me? Of course I than I am would have to serve time on such evidence." wouldn't!" For a ;ew moments he shuddered, as the terror of the "Of course you wouldn't," agreed Dr. Bradley, heartily, ing dawned on him more and more. as be laughingly pushed the astonished Sandow, Junior, But by degrees his mind grew clearer and more grit up into his buggy. "If you're crooked, Sandow, then I'm ashed from his eyes. no judge of faces!" "The least I can do is to keep cool about it," he gritted. "But how did you know about this?" quizzed the puz"Some day I'll be free again-yes, I guess I'll e'asily be a zled boy, as Bradley senLthe mare along at a clipping man by that time. Then I can start all over again-and pace. better luck next time I" "Oh, a friend of yours brought me word." Then the officer outside heard the deep, regular breath"A friend of mine? I didn't know I had one-except ing of a tired, sleeping boy. you." But Tom was not destined to sleep long. "Qh, this boy is a friend of yours, fast enough!" "Wake up in there!" cried a deep, hearty voice. "A boy?" Sandow, Junior, sat up, rubbing his heavy eyelids. "Keep cool, and you'll see him mighty soon. He's out "Dr. Bradley?" he cried, unbelievingly. on this road a bit, waiting to shake hands with you." "Yes, and you're keeping me running to-day, younker, "But I can't imagine who he i1." aren't you?" called the doctor. "You're worse than the It was so evident that the doctor was trying to keep a worst patient I ever had. But get up and stretch. Consecret that Tom did not p:ress him for further informastable, unlock that door." tion. Unlock the door? Why, in tbe name of all that was They drove out of town a way past the thicker residence wonderful, that was exactly what the officer was doing! part, and then, by a little clump of woods, Dr. Bradley Tom stepped out in a daze. drew rein. There behind the doctor stood Johnson. Did that fellow "Ned!" he called softly. never sleep? Out from under the shadow of the trees quickly moved Johnson looked grim and disapproving. a boy of about the same age as Sandow, Junior-that is to "Come t11is way," said Dr. Bradley, taking the boy by say, about seventeen. the arm and leading him back to the office of the station"Sandow," remarked Bradley, smilingly, "jump down house. and shake hands with your friend, Ned Bostwick." There stood a fussy little old man in black, standing Not even guessing what it meant, but knowing that beside the tall desk. Bradley's was a good lead to follow in anything, our hero "Up with your right hand," ordered this man. vaulted down to the ground, tightly gripping the hand of Like one in a trance Tom obeyed. He repeated some the other boy. words, as he was told to do. Then he and Dr. Bradley "Whew! Not quite so hard a handshake, please," gned a paper. begged Ned, laughingly. "You must remember that we're "Come on, now, youngster," called Bradley, cheerily, not all Sandows.'' taking the dazed boy by the arm. "I'm mighty glad to see you, anyway," smiled Tom, "Back to the cell?" demanded Sandow, Junior. eagerly. "Back to the cell?" echoed Dr. Bradley, someone "And you don't know why, either," quizzed Ned, looklaughed. "Not by a long shot! Out into the world ing frankly into Preston's eyes. you!" "Oh, it's because Doc told me to be glad," laughed Tom. "But I clon't understand," protested Tom Preston. "I'll discover the other reasons soon.". Don't you? Didn't you hear what the judge said?" "Geddap !" clucked the doctor to his horse, and drove ea Dr. Bradley, as he piloted our hero in'to the cooler off, leaving them there. Qf the night outside. "This all seems mighty strange, I know," smiled Ned. e judge? Was that my trial? Am I really free?" "But I asked Dr. Bradley to do it." al? Of course not! But you're admitted to bail-. "Then it's all right," smiled back the mystified Tom, ousand dollars. Judge Gosling, who is a creature letting go his new friend's hand. ett's, hated like thunder to come down to take bail "Oh, I'll make it clear," promised Ned Bostwick, turn t, but he bad to, for there really wasn't any excuse ing. "Let's go off through the woods together, and we d give." can talk as we go. Sandow, what's your real name?" who put up a thousand dollars for me?" quive:r'M Our hero told him. qazed boy. "Now, see here, Tom," went on the other boy, earnestly,
12 SANDOW, JUNIOR. "once in a while I see a thing and know it. So I know that you're in a good deal of trouble." "A good guess for once," Tom admitted, with a sigh as he thought of that hearing on the burglary charge await ing him in the morning. "And ;yhen a fellow's in trouble he needs a friend/' pursued the other boy. "Say, you're a real guesser, Ned Bostwick!" "I've seen a bit of you to-day," pursued the other boy. "I saw you lift that wagon box off Silas Harper. I hap pened to be in the crowd that cheered you when you licked Jarrett. Say, that s howed you could scrap. And it showed another t'hing. The way you let up on that scound rel showed me there wasn't anything mean in you And then I happened to be in the crowd that saw you jugged to night. Now," declared Ned, earnestly, stopping and look ing our hero keenl7 in the eye, "I don't care a hang what anybody else may think, but I know you're no thief." "Shake!" gulped Tom Preston. They shook then and there-the pledge of a long, honest frien dship. "When a fellow's in trouble, he always vants a friend," continued Ned. "I know I do, for I'm in a bit of trouble myself, and I can't, find the fellow around here that I really want for a friend, so I made up my mind I'd be cheeky enough to ask you to be my friend ." "Cheeky!" gas ped Tom. "I like that. Why, you're generous!" "Glad you think so," blinked the other boy, a bit embarrassed "Anyway, when I saw the cop driving you down the street I knew something had to be done. Dr. Bradley was the only one I could think of." "He's a brick!" "Well, Doc thought a minute, and then he ran out to his barn and hitched up. On the way down the I told him what I wanted. He said all right, go ahead. Said he didn t know any two fellows better matched for being friends. Will you take me, Tom Preston, on Doc's recommend ?" "Take you? Why, I'd take Old Nick himself on Doc Bradley's say-so!" "Shake again!" "I asked Bradley where you're sto pping, and he said that was just the trouble," explained Ned, frankly. "So I've fixed it up that you're going home with me." "Oh, no, not that!" cried Sandow, Junior, drawing back. "Funny," remarked Ned. "Doc said that was just wtvit you'd say. He tried it on you. But, say, you'll go "I haven't a cent in the world," Sandow, Junior, ad mitted, with ready candoc. As if to emphasize the fact, he thrust his right hand down into his trousers pocket. Something papery touched his hand there. He drew it out in a hurry, looking at it in surprise. "What on earth is this?" he gasped "If you was n t broke, I'd say it was a greenbat=>k" smi led back ed Bostwick, eagerly. "Why, hang it, so it is! No, two of 'em I" "And tenners, each!" gasped Ned. "One apiece," sai d Tom, readily, pushing one of them a t hi s new chum. "Oh, come off now! I won't! Take it back!" protested Ned Bos twick. "If you go back on our new friendship the first thing, il'.l this flared Tom, "I'll-I'll lick you." "But I didn't ask your friendship -in order to get at your pile," exclaimed Ned, indignantly . "And I didn t know I had one-honest But, as I find that I have, we've got to starj:. this friendship right. Now, which would you rather have-:--ten dollars or a licking?" "I guess I'll take the money," uttered Ned, so that our hero could not help laughing.' "Dr. Bradley mu s t have s lipped that in my pocket," gasped Tom. "If he did he meant you to keep it. It's always a good plan not to go back on Doc!" "Then I won't, but I'll hand this money back some day." "There's hom e '.for u s," cried Ned, suddenly, pointing across a small field. It was a little rural place 0 the smallest kind. There were p erhaps two acres of ground, a five-room cottage and a sma ll barn. "The barn 's mostly a bluff," Ned announced. "It'& years since we kept a horse But every summer I cut all the hay I can and put it in the barn until there's a chance to sell the stuff. And look at these gardens-all my work!" "You're a hustler," exclaimed Tom, looking around on somet hing like an acre of ground laid out carefully in well-tended crops. "Oh, this gro und does something like feed mother and me," the boy assented, with honest pride. "But-gw whizz !-I wish I could land a job, too It's close scratch ing for us most of the time. But I won't worry you about those things; Tom. Here's the barn. Come in." Into the little s hack Ned Bostwick led his guest with the air of a host. with me. Listen! We've got a small barn, and some hay "We'll sleep here to-night, and to-morrow we'll plan to in it. I got mother's permish to sleep there to-night on do somet hing that will bring us some money," s ugge st e the hay-it's so hot indoors. So you'll just roll in on the Ned. "And now I know you're tired." hay, along with me It won't cost anything, and won't "So I am," Tom admitted, groping to a seat on a wheel put anybody out. And in the morning we'll talk out barrow near the door. "But I've got a good bit to do ye what's to be done. Of course you've got to do something, I've got to write a letter and I've. got to mail it. Tha just like ree, for we're both broke." goodness, I've got a pencil, a piece of paper and a stam
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 13 "Say," hinted Ned, easily, "can't I do a good thing by forth only as a boy who had been caught in an attempted ing it for you?" theft. "Why, if you would. I don't know that l want to be "Look out!" rang a hoarse yell down the street. n again in the village. And say, Ned, have you got any As Tom turned the corner .he saw people running m son to be afraid of Jarrett?" every direction. "Nothing," Ned replied, soberly, "except that this little 1 "Look out! He's mad!" ce is mother's all except for a mortgage. Jarrett owns Away down the street was a scurrying cloud of dust. e mortgage." "Mad dog?" wondered Tom Preston, unbelievingly. "Then don' t let anyone know we're friends-not just "Can't be." t, Ned. If you meet me in town, a.t any time, just pass And it wasn't. e by, and I'll understand." Out of the cloud of dust, head down and horns close to "Of course," nodded Ned. "Now w11ite your note." the ground, emerged a great Jrindle bull. This did not take our hero long. All he wrote was It was coming down the street at a mad gallop, its "I happen to know that Jarrett is scheming to get you blood-shot eyes turned from side to side, as if seeking to sign a paper for a small amount of money. That paper something that it could annihilate. will throw away every one of your rights to your inven"Look out there, Chase!" screamed a frantic voice, as a tion. It's an old game with Jarrett. Unless you want to farmer on his wagon drove around a nearby corner. be a ruined man, don't sign a thing that you haven't first Swift as a fl.as h the mad bull espied the horse and shown to a lawyer you can trust. I can't tell you who I veered for it. am, but you'll understand that you can't go wrong by The man addressed as Chase didn't try to do anything being dead careful." but look out for himself. This note, unsig ned, our hero placed in the envelope Leaping from the seat, he vaulted the nearest fence, and addressed it to John Bright. leaped up on. the por ch of a cottage, kicked his way Ned took it and was off like a flash. But 'Tom Preston through the window panes and vanished inside. was still awake when his new and much-needed friend But the horse? returned. Before they turned in on the hay that night Tom Pres ton had told Ned Bo stwick much of what he knew of.Jar rett's scheme to cheat John Bright out of the honest profits of his invention. CHAPTER V. EVERYBODY'S HERO. "Hearing adjourned for two weeks." That was the decision announced by Justice Gosling in e District Oourt that next morning. For a bright young lawyer had appeared, at the request r Dr. Bradley. I That lawyer had requested an adjournment of the case r burglary against our hero. The judge could not well refuse the prisoner a chance prepare his defence. Tom Preston walked out of the courtroom free for two eks-unless he got into more trouble in the meantime. ed Bostwick was not there, but that youngster very n had the news from Dr. Bradley. "Now, what?" wondered our hero, as he turned off the street into the .main street. is whole thought wa!l how to get those all-important rvald papers-his one object in life these busy, eventys. e few people whom he passed looked at him with dift eyes to-day. erday he had been almost a hero. To-day he stood That panic-stricken animal, as if realizing its danger, and seeing no path of escape, reared, snorting and trem bling. Slashfi Straight' at the horse leaped the bull, its horns striking and sinking in. Rip! That hapless horse was disemboweled quicker than one. could speak two words. Then, drawing back, the bull s tamp ed, pawed, snorted, looking around with blood-red eyes f9r some other victim to its fury. "That's the third horse the beast has gored!" wailed a voice from a n upper window nearby. "Can't somebody do something?" Bang! A rifle answered from another nearby house. The bullet must have gone close, for its sharp hiss started the bull into mqtion. Turning, it ga llop ed down the street in the direction from which it had come. Bang Another rifle from another house. A bellow from the bull answered, but whether the ani mal was hit or not no one could see Certainly the shot did not stop its career. As for the sidewa lks, they were clear of people, save for Tom Preston. He, the first startled look started down the street on a sprint. "Boy, come in here or your life!" screamed a fright ened woman from her doorway. "In here, quick!" called another householder from safe ty. "When that critter turns, you'll be killed!" But Tom darted on, his face white as chalk, but his mind made up.
SANDOW, JUNIOR. "Boy! That bull'll get you!" "I hope he does," floated back over Sandow, Junior's, shoufclcr. "That's what I'm after!" Bang Down the street somebody else had taken a shot at the mad, galloping animal. But the bull must have borne a charmed life. Bang! bang! Somebody had let go with both barrels of a shotgun. Some of the charge must have struck the creature's flanks, for it came to a quick stop near a corner, pawing the ground and lashing its tail. "Oh, oh, oh!" screamed Tom Preston, in mortal an guish. For right around the nearest corner, click, click on crutches, came a boy of fifteen. All unconscious of the fearful danger, the cripple had rushed in where his life was worth hardly a guess. With a terrific bellow, the bull wheeled-then straight at the cripple, who, halting, stood paralyzed with terror. "Run, if you can!" screamed Sandow, Junior. Our hero was now within a hundred yards of the bull. But that was not time enough. The maddened animal veered slightly at hearing that other voice from behind, yet struck glancingly at the crip ple, knocking the poor unfortunate down. Then, with a snort and a short bellow, the bull, barely pausing, veered to rush .at our hero. This was exactly what Tom Presto wanted. This morning the homeless boy did not care whether he lived or died, but he wanted to save the cripple. People screamed. Men with guns threw up the muzzles as they saw boy and bull rush at each other. It looked as if the boy were as mad as the bull. With its head low and horns out, the animal charged. They came together. 'l'hen, as the bull tossed up its head, the onlookers half guessed the game of Sandow, Junior. For, at the toss, Tom Preston fl.ashed up into the air, holding to the animal's sharp horns. Snort The frenzied beast tried to shake off our hero's hold. But Sandow, Junior, had muscles that were proof ngairn;t that style of fight. Two or three mad swings with its head. All to no aYail Then the bull, having time to think, and becoming crafty, threw down its head. lts wild plan was to get the boy where the hoofs could be used to kick and crush his life out. But Tom landed on his feet, full of purpose. Wrench! His muscles, even those over his temples, slood out like ropes of knotted steel in the supreme effort of strength that he made then and there. There was a ripping sound, then a sharp break. Oniookers gasped and rubbed their eyes. For Sandow, Junior, by exerting every last ounce of his strength, had broken off short one of the bull's long horns. Staggered by the pain, the bull fell back, its hot bre streaking the boy, its inflamed red eyes full of the ang that racked the creature. But Sandow, Junior, was not through. Ere the bull could recover, our hero darted in under frightened, raised head. 'rhump I It was the hardest blow that Sandow, Juni had ever struck with his pocket knife. It landed squarely over the bull's heart. A reel, a plunge and the animal was down, Tom Pr ton springing back a foot ju t in time to save himse from being crushed under that bulky body. Thump I Another fearful blow over the beast's hea The bull was still, save for some twitcbings of agon through its great frame. "You can come out now, you people!" panted Sandow Junior, rising. His face was deathly white, yet wreathed in the smile of exultant triumph. One man there was who had not waited for the invitation ) Re came running up as fast as he co 1d, swinging a repeating rifle as he ran. "I think the bull's dead," announced Tom. "I'll make sure of it!" Half a dozen swift reports rang out, as many bullets piercing the brain of the beast that Preston had downed. And now the people came thick and fast, pouring from every building nearby. And cheer on cheer went up, but Tom hardly heard them. His great heart had gone out to the cripple suffering on the sidewalk. As the wild cheering throng rushed forward they were met by the sight of the boy who had just slain a bull npw handling the cripple as tenderly as he could have done with the youngest infant. "Not hurt much, olcl fellow, I hope," blurted Tom, as he bent over the hapless youngster "It's nothing much," returned the cripple, but his face \\"as as white as Preston s own. "I'll get you somewhere where you'll be better off," proposed Tom, lifting tlic youth gently. To many in the crowd this sight was grander than the late awful tussle with the bull. Among those hurrying forward was Elsie Bright. As Tom passed her, bearing the injured crip:gle in his arms, he saw a look in Elsie's eyes that made him happier ihan anything else could have done. "Hope she understands, now, that I'm something better than a doer of tricks," he thaught, happily, the blood rushing to his face. A wagon was being brought up. Into this Tom lifted the cripple, who had been pourin forth thanks. Two neighbors of the injured boy got in beside him.
SANDOW, JUNIOR. upe )'Oun come along all right," said Tom) easily. I guess you will." hanks to you, I will," murmiued the injured boy n his clenched teeth. hree cheers for the greatest boy that ever lived!" one man, frantic with hero worship. ain th e t;heers rang out. the wagon rolled away our hero would have ducked darted off. t there was no show for that. ssvillc had discovered its hero, ancl meant to ma1rn of hil)L l On the shoulders of hro 0of the biggest men in the d 'l'om was paraded up and down past the bull. o one remembered that the boy had been despised a ter of an hour before. the temper of the crowd just then any jury that liad ieved in Jarrett's burglary charge would have been ched on the spot. Bnt at last Tom was allowed to slide down to his feet. Someone tried to start a subscription by passing the It would have been a large collection, too, but our hero udly, promptly put a stop to it. Then the crowd surged back to where the bull lay. Not un)Villingly, Preston was dragged to the bull and de to explain how he had struck the blow that had set the creature's fate. he torn-off horn was already missing. Some agile c-hunter had had the presence of mind to bear off hiding "Young man, I you'll come and stop with me a 'le," urged one smiling woman in the crowd. Tom gently declined, but, while he was speaking, a re m1.. e of similar invitations were htuled at him. It was great-being everybody's hero But Tom, at the first chance, slipped away from these ressing people, Now or never, he felt, would be the chance for one right ord with scornful Elsie Bright. She saw him coming, saw his eyes on J:ier, and guessed hat he meant to speak to her. She flu hed quickly, but our 110ro ascribed. that to bash before the crowd. "Miss Bright," he asked, in a very low humble tone, may I come to -n ight to see you and your father?" "Why?" asked Elsie, looking clown at the sidewalk. "r feel-that-that I ought to know you both," he ou seem to forget," remarked Elsie, with a little r of her lip, "that we don't know you, or anything t you." You-you mean you don't want to know me?" gasped ton, all heart going from him in a twinkling. y, of course papa and I are not in a hurry to know e whom nobody else .knows," replied Elsie, still not at him. Her voice, too, was quivering now, as if she hated to f!ay such a thing to the youth who, at this moment, was the hero of almost everyone else in town. Then, to cut the scene short, Elsie, with a toss of her head, turned and walked brjskly away. Thos e who had witnessed the scene stared in amaze ment. "Oh, of course!" gulped heart-sick Sandow, Junior. "What a fool I was. Why should any nice girl like her want to know me? Why; I am an unknown. And, worse than that-a dozen times worse-I'm accused of burglary :::.nd only out on bail. What a fool I've been!" Iljght then and there he formed the firm resolve never even to attempt again to speak to Elsie Bright. But the jar hurt jus t the same It spo il ed all the pleas ure he might have found in the praise of the crowd. It was another hour ere that crowd got tired of talking o f the great scene before it would hear of letting Tom .Preston go. AnJ, when he did go, there seemed -to be nothing to do except to walk disconsolately up the main street, his lumds in his pockets. But he got away from what was left of the crowd, and that was worth something. "Say," whispered a voice close at hand, "don't turn, but listen. I'm Ned What do you think? Jarrett has just given me a quarter to take a note to old Bright.'' "Don' t take it, then," whispered Tom, on the impulse of the moment. "SJjp down the side street and out into the fields, and I'll follow at a distance.'' "Follow, then!" Five later the two boys crouched in a clump of bushes, secure from observation. "A letter from Jarrett to Bright, you say?" quivered our hero "Let me see it.'' "What are you going to do with it?" asked Ned, wonderingly, as ,he saw Tom trying the sealed :flap. "Going to open it," our hero r eplied, unconcernedly. "Whew You don't dare do that with a letter, do you?" "Why not? There's no stamp on it. It ain't a United States letter.'' As he spoke, our hero, prying with the blade of his penknife, got the sealed flap up. "Oh, that infernal scoundrel!" he gritted. "What's wrong?" asked wondering Neel. "Everything. Listen to this!" And Tom Preston read aloud: "Dear Mr. Bright: You have been at me for some time to get some more money in that business of ours. I am leaving town this afternoon, and may be away for some time to come. If you will come to my office this afternoon I shall be prepared to make you a liberal cash arrangement." "That's Jarrett's bait to get the old man anxious and going to his office on the run," burst, indignantly, from
i6 SANDOW, JUNIOR. the boy. "Jarrett will make believe to be in a dreadful Leisurely en4mgh the fellow settled himself'slow hurry, shove some money at the old man, ask him to sign baiting a line and asting the hook in. a paper in a rush-and then, some day, Mr. Bright will wake up to the fact that he has sold all his rights for a song. Oh, it's wicked-fierce!" "What are you going to dd ?" asked wondering Ned. "Slip a note of my own in with this." Taking out paper and pencil, our hero wrote: "The same friend who warned you last night calls your attention to this note from Jarrett. The coil for your ruin is tightening around you. Do not go near Jarrett until you have advised with a lawyer you can trust I" This second note our hero folded in with J arretrs. "Now, take this to John Bright," requested our hero, coolly. __ CHAPTER VI. WHEN A THIEF GOE S FISHING-WHAT? Tom Preston suddenly craned his neek. It was :fifteen minutes later. Since Ned had left him he had not stirred from that It was a wild bit of jungle, with bushes all about. While Jarrett was lighting a cigar, and otherwise p viding for lazy comfort, Tom managed to get nearer, foot at a time. "This place is about right," sighed the boy at last. The "place" was in a clump of bushes near the bank. Tom's right hand, as he lay crouched there, hug the ground close, was within eight feet of Jarrett's broad back. "This is a snug enough little place, too," murmured boy, with a satisfied sigh. "J'a'rrett will never find me here unless he comes tramping thraugh the bushes. What i:f he does :find me? He knows, from past experience, that he h!!S more to fear than I. Whew I" This last exclamation was bro ught forth by the sight of a revolver which Jarrett drew from his pocket, ooked at and then p ,ut away again. "Mine enemy doesn't intend to risk my muscles again I" gritnaced the boy. As the time slipped on, however, Sandow, Junior, began to feel decidedly bored. Jarrett hadn't come there to fish. That much was spot in the woods. wholly certain, for presently the fellow sat with one leg But now, p e ering out as he heard steps, he saw someresting on the butt of his pole, and drew o:ut a newspaper one in whom he was interested. to read. "Jarrett-and going fis hing?" he murmured, rubbing This took up much time. his eyes a s if he did not believe what they told him. Then at las t that basket was unpacked. Jarrett laid Yes; Richard Jarrett, judging from all the appearances out a generous lunch. of things, was bound to go :fishing. It made Sandow, Junior, always blessed with a good At his left side was slung a bait basket. ap;petite, ravenously hungry to lie there and watch in Over his right shoulder he carried a pole a reel. silence, but he had to do it. "When a thief goes fishing-then wha.t?" murmured Then :finally our hero roused with a start. the boy, sarcastically. "Gracious I I've been asleep," he trembled. It certainly seemed all out of reason for this very rich, Yes; he certainly had been, for the afternoon sun was very busy and very wicked fell ow, whose oonscience must now mu lower than when he remembered last having be like a rotten sponge, to think of enjoying a day at the noted its position. wholly gentle art of :fishing. "Oh, it's a mighty lucky thing, then, I didn't snore I" "If he's fishing, then it ain't for fish !" glowed the boy, throbbed the boy. indignantly. "Most men go fishing because they haven't Jarrett still sat there, in the same place, so close by. anything else to do. As I haven't anything else to do, I'll But other steps were coming near now, past the bushes trail along, too, and keep_ an eye out. But that scoundrel, down the bank. Jarrett, is always too busy for fishing unless there's m6re "It was someone else coming that woke me," mused our than that to the game!" hero. By this time Jarrett was so well down the road that A low whistle. j arrett, turning his head, answered. Tom began to follow. "Oh, it's you, Oarbury, is it?. asked Jarrett, as the Yet our hero did not attempt to go by the road, but thin, crafty face of the lawyer appeared. contented himself with keeping somewhat in sight behind "It's me," assented Lawyer Oarbury. bushes and trees. "Well, how goes the game?" Jarrett's walk continued for at least a half mile down "Why, er-er-that's what's bothering me a bit, M the road. Jarrett," confessed the man of law. Here, at the bank of a little river, the rich schemer and "What do you mean?" dealer in "skin games" turned aside from the road. "Why, Mr. Bright--" For at least an eighth of a mile Jarrett followed the "Is he stubborn?" bank of the stream until he came to a shaded, lonely bit by "Why, not exactly. He-" the bank. "Suspicious of us?" broke in Jarrett, impatiently.
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 17 "No, sir. That is, he may be. The truth is--" steal forward to sneak that pa. per away, while Jarrett ex" Well, what?" plored his pockets for other papers. "Mr. Jarrett, you'll be greatly surprised; I know, but A minute later Sandow, Junior, with an exultant thrill, Mr. Bright hasn't answered your urgent note." closed his fingers around that precious paper and pulled it "Bully for John Bright, then!" throbbed eavesdropping slowly back into the bushes. g Sandow, Junior. Yet, in moving stealthily, he made some slight Dound. "What's the matter with him?" Jarrett, irSlight as it was, though, it was enough to bring both 'tably. "Is the old fool out of town? Didn't he get my men instantly up to their feet. te ?" "Something moving in the bushes right there," an" Why, that boy you sent it with--" nounced Oarbury, pointing to the very leaves that screen"Bostwick?" ed our hero. "Yes, sir. I saw Bostwick, who said he had delivered "I thought I heard something," replied Jarrett, draw-note to Mr. Bright in person." mg his pistol and cocking it. "Then the old fool must have got it?" "Of course." ".And hasn't answered?" r "Not a line or a sight of him, sir. So I thought I'd CHAPTER VII. tter hurry to you.': "I'm glad you aid," Jarrett nodded. "I thought he'd lfuSIE PUTS JARRETT ON THE TRA.CK to my office on the jump, the 'Old fool has been so eager for the sight of more money. Then, when he didn't "Be careful how you handle that pistol!" d me in, and had to wait I thought his impatience would It was Lawyer Carbury's alarmed cry, as the legal man get su.ch a strong h<;>ld on him that he would be ready to drew back in fright. sign anything when I did show up. That's generally the Jarrett laughed roughly. way with men who are in a hurry for cash. Instead of "You old scare-cat I" that--" "I'd rather be scared than shot I" "Instead, Mr. Jarrett, Bright has got you on the anxious "Keep quiet, so we can listen!" seat." Then, as silence came, Tom Preston lay with fearfully "It looks like it," admitted Jarrett. "But sit down beating heart. here beside me, and we'll try to think it out." / Jarrett was the kind of a man to kill under these cir"I'm glad I'm here," quoth Sandow, Junior, to himself. cumstances. "Carbury," went on the rich schemer, "in some way But it was not of that that our hero thought. got to bring Bright to book soon. Those machine His fingers tightly clutched the paper that bound people are after me to come to a settlement cin that in-Bright to this vention. If they can't deal with me soon, they will look he could only get a'Yay with that, or even destroy it, up Bright himself. Then there'd be a deuce of a time Sandow, Junior, was willing enough to die. settling with him, ) and I'd lose, easily, a good hundred "That noise sounded further away, I think," declared" thousand dollars that I expect to get out of this." Jarrett. "Come along with me." "But what can we do?" asked the lawyer, uneasily. A little below they went trampilg through the brush, "I've got to get Bright to book to-night-no D'.}atter at then back to the starting p9int. what trouble. This paper he signed for the first money, But their first short excursion had been enough for our while binding on him to some degree, doesn't satisfy me. hero. It would hinder Bright from making another deal, but it Profiting by the noise that their feet were making, he doesn't protect me as much as I'd like to have it do." had stolen through the bushes, further and further from "You've brought the paper with you?" gasped the lawthe river. yer, as Jarrett took a document from one of his pockets. And now he heard Jarrett's startled cry: "That was very risky, sir." "Carbury, that paper is gone! I forgot it!" "Why?" "The paper?" shrieked the horrified lawyer "Why, you might lose it, sir, or it might be stolen. "Gone!" omeone might even take it from you by force." "You bet it's gone!" clickQ(l Tom Preston, as he scur"Carbury," said Richard Jarrett, with sullen emphasis, ried softly through the shielding bushes. "Gone! .And if anyone even tries to get beJ;ween Bright and myself I'd eat it whole before ever I'd let you get it again." n this deal, then I'll simply and promptly hire someone The two men were coming through the bushes now, kill the meddler I" traveling fast. With that, the dealer in "skin games" rested the paper But Tom, profiting by the great noise they made, veered n the ground between the lawyer and himself. off diagonally, and soon was beyond the danger of pursuit. And Tom Preston, moving an inch at a time, tried to But he did not stop traveling at a good gait until he
SANDOW ; JUNIOR. unce more found himself on one of the streets of Bliss retldening a bit m spite of her effort to keep her se v ill e contro l. Up on Mai n street almost the first person he saw was Ned Bostwick That energetic youth was standing before a stor e window lookin g in. "Ned," whispered Tom, as he brushed past, clu tch this paper. Hide it." Bandow, J uni or, felt the paper gripped as h e passed his chum. Then our he ro, halting, turned to look in a t ajl other stc.re window. Whistling, strolling slowly, b u t witho u t l o o king at Prestcn, Bostwick passed by. "Get that paper safe home Hide it in t he b arn, under the hay!" T o m whis p e r ed softly "0. K." "I-I came to see your father," stammered the boy, h own face chalk white with the humiliation of his rece ti on "My father is not at home," Elsie announced, curtl y: "Not at home?"' Tom fairly gasped the words, as i.f troubled with sho r ness of breath. For the .fear had assailed him that John Bright, i away, must be at Jarrett's office, eagerly awaiting the pay ment of money that was to all but ruin him. "I don't suppose I need to tell yon where my father is?' asked Elsie, almost sneeringly. She regarded with cold displeasuru the boy who st ill insisted on standing there at her door "Oh, yes, yes, please!" Tom implored "It's more im Ned passed on. portant than you can have any id ea fl, :M:iss Bright. The whole thing had been slickly done No one l ooking on from a distance of a few feet w o uld have had any idea that the boys had communicated "That Bostwick's a brick, and no mistake!" glowed our he r o as, looking down the street a minute later, he saw Ned just getting into good motion for home. "Now, I guess I'll have some news for Mr. B r ight and E lsie," t hou ght tlie boy. T he impulse to upon them was too stron g to be r esiste d. E l sie's past scornfulness would have made no difference unde t any circumstances. Except with those who had done him morta l inju ry, Sandow, Junior, was one of the most forgiving boys alive . "I've got to do something to change her notion of me, anyway," he mused. "Her father, by proving how I've h e lp ed him, can change that notion far quicker than any on e e lse. The little cottage i n which Elsie a n d her father li:ved was not hard t o find To m had it the day before N ow, he went straight to the house, as if to an old haunt. H i s heart beat swiftly as he passed in at the gate That same heart, when he pulled at the bell, seemed to m ake more noise than the bell itself Just for a second t h e impulse came str o n g l y to bolt, afte r a ll. The boy w ho brav e d a mad bu ll was afrai d of a g entl e girl! But t h e door swung open Then there was a sta r tled, p uzzl e d cry: "You!" Ther e was no t hi n g of wel c o me i n tha t one word s o switly sp o ken Qui te t o t h e c on trary, it was plain that Elsie Bright, who stood before him, radiantly pure and s weet in her 11oft w h ite fro c k, was wholly disp l eased. "I-I didn t e x pe c t t o see you-he re," s he s tammered, "What is?". "That I should know where your father is "Why, how can that possibly interest you?" "I'll tell you if you'll let me come in," proposed the abashed boy, eagerly. Elsie hesitated, reddening still more Then, curtly : "Come in, then. .. She admitted him, closed the door behind him, ushered l1im into one of the p':rettiest little parlo-rs imaginable, then added: "Pardon me a minute until I get the maid She was gone,, Tom standing awkwardly in the middle of this dainty little parlor. But the meaning of her words rushed over him. "That's tough enough!" he ga pec1. "I'm such a shady character that she won't eyen let me talk to her in her home except there's a servant present! Oh, Miss Elr
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 19 'Y-ou !'' gulped Jarre lt, s ioping short Yes, rctorlccl Tom, in cool contempt. "Come in. I n't hurt you S t u ng by the tone, Jarrett stepped further into the m, E l sie coming in after him "I came, Mis s Elsie,'' began Jarrett, "to inquire where ur father is " T hen John Bright isn t at Jarrett's office-thank e ave? for that!" throbbed the boy, feeling warm and most happy once more. "I do not know where my father is,'' Elsie replied, coolly. "He is out of town, though, I believe." "Out of town?" echoed Jarrett, in surprise. "Yes I-I don't know whether I ought to tell you--" "What?" broke in Jarrett, eager l y "Why, my father went awa y right aft()r receiving a note from you?" "He went, then, to leave town, you mean?" asked t h e big man, his jaw dropping visibly "Yes. And, afte r h e had gone, I ran across your note in papa's room. There was another not e wit h it. It seems all very strange I-I don't know whether I am doi ng r ight to show it to you." "I don t it would be poss ible for him to make ;my money by hone s t m e an s," retorted Tom, bitterly It was the evening of the same day, and the two boys \\'e re lying off on the hay in the barn The y were re s ting, not attempting to sleep for the e v e ning was still very young But the barn was loose-board e d and drafty, and, wit h s ome breeze drifting through, it was a very comfo r table place to lie at eas e and chat "How doe s Jarrett work the game, if I'm no t asking too many questions for an. outsider ?" queried Tom "Why, he passes in this town for a promoter, doesn t he?" "That's. the word, I believe," Ned answere d, s lowl y "But he al s o holds a lot of mor tgages fa this village." "That's b e c ause he wants to have as big a hol d a s h e can over everyone!" gritted Preston "He certain l y got a hold on u s !" sighed Ned "Mot h er'll lose this poor, meas l y littl e h ome of a place, if he crowds her next interest day "That's his game-to keep eve ryon e around h i m under bis thumb I" "But how does J a rrett play the big game? in s i sted Ned. "Yes, yes Let me see it." Tom Preston f elt wholly powiyle s s to prevent, as. E l s i e "We ll you see, old c h ap, iell?w is known a s very passed Jarrett's note and his own to that rich schemer inch man and a promoter of mvent10ns So gree n mven "What' s t11is other note? Advisinoyour father to se e a tors floc k to him. When an in:ventor has anyth in g that lawyer befor e he goes n ear me?" gas;ed Jarrett. 1 r e ally is good, Jarrett goes into it. But not o n the square. Then, swiftly, h e turned upon our hero, with blazing He advances the invento r a l ittle money, and gets some eyes. paper s s igned. Then, by and by, a bit more money, and P reston, this i s your wor'k, you most infamous of un -some more paper s signed. The papers are so cleve rl y hung young scoundr e l s Miss Elsie, if any harm comes drawn up that s coundre l that :he_ poor into your father, blame this imp udent young meddler!" n :ntor doesn t understand :Wht he is. really s1gmng But Crumbling the trvo note s in his hand Richard Jarrett the day comes when the mventor discovers that he has mpecl angrily out of the the front s i g ned away all his rights to J arrett, and that t h e re's no o o r after him next. more money commg "D id you writ e that other note to my father?" eha l"Is that what is happening to M r. Bright?" enged El s ie, looking s trai ght into our h e ro s eyes "Yes," replied Tom, spitting a straw out vengefo ll y "Yes "And that's the game I'm trying to spoil. J arrett pa i d "Then, incleccl, I sliall blame y ou if anything happens Mr. Bright three thou s and dollars the first time, and lecl poor papa You arc re s pon s ible for hi s di s appearance, the poor man to exp e ct that a l ot more o.f money would r ;now I am certain that b e ha s di s appeared Oh, bow I be coming. So, of cour se, the old man has bee n spe ndin g ve grown to haie and loathe the sight of you!" his mon e y fre q ly. Already he i s where he wants m o r e Tom stood chained to the s pot, crushed It was as if money. So now Jarrett is after Bright to sign anot h e r e end of the world hacl come. Th e enil o.E hi s world had pap e r. That'll be the l ast one. By the time M r. Bright m e has spent the next money that's coming he' ll discove r that "Leave this hou se !" commancl ecl Els ie, pointing to the h e no l onger lm s any interest i n hi s o w n inve ntion and r. "No! Don't try to speak to me-or I sha ll scream that Jarrett owns it outright." the police. Go! "Do you suppose Jarrett ha& played tha t gam e often?" lind a nd dumb, Tom Preston staggered out to the Ned demanded, indignantly. t. "As often as he's had a chance. Yo u can b e sure of CHAPTER VIII. THE CR.A WLER IN TIIE DARK. you s u ppose Jarrett has made a ll of h i s m o ney by e kind o f crook e d g am es?" asked N e d Bo s twick. that!" But you didn't come t o town o n B r i g h t's account, did you ?" asked Ned, c u rious ly. I never h ea r d o f B r i ght until I r eac h e d Bli s sville." "Oh!"
20. SANDOW, JUNIOR. Ned was silent for s o long that, pre s ently, Tom went on: "I may a s well tell you, Ned, for I'm s atisfied that you' ll hold your peace." "You can b e s ure of that!" Ned uttered s oftly. "The stor y i s n t a lon g on e Thre e years after my father's death m y mother marri e d the s econd time. She married good-natured big-h earted, easy-going Swede. He was a finel y educat e d fellow, but a dream e r, without any hu s tle or an y knowledg e of bus iness. Yet one day a fine idea for an invention came to him. "You know, N e d tha t a b o il e r i s pr et t y s ure to blow up if most of the wat e r run s out whi l e there 's a fire beneath it. They put on a wat e r-gau g e whic h tell s th. e engineer how mu c h w a t e r i s left in the boiler "I know," nodded N ed. "There' s anoth e r s chem e on an en gine known as the safety valve. That i s s o set that th e force of the s team opens the valv e when the s team pressure i s getting high enough to m a k e some dang e r of th e boiler bur s ting. "Now both tho s e sch e mes ar e good wit h a careful engi neer. But some en g ineer s ar e car e less and a boiler ex plos ion; or, at lea s t, some d a mage to the boiler, often hap pens, jus t bec au s e the fellow in c harge of the engine doesn't watch hi s wat e r-g a u g e and hi s s t e am pressure . "My s tepfath e r, Thor v ald got to thinkin g that over. One day he thought out a v a c uum sch e m e that c ould b e fitted to either a gauge o r a safety v alve. Wl1en th e wat e r got too low or th e s team pressur e too hig h thi s invention started a bell to ringin g, and that b e ll w ent on ringing until the engineer came ancl set matte r s s traight. Of course the inveption could be so arranged that a second bell would ring in the office of the manager or s uperill tendent of a big mill. That gave the boss a c hance to know just how well hi s engineer was lookin g after things." "Say, that invention was all to th e brainy-sure!" cried Bostwick, admiringly. "Did it work?" "It never got a chance to," Tom r e joined, gloomily. "Thorvald couldn t get a patent on it?" "Gues s again, Ned. He got hi s inv e ntion patented in a rush. But then Thorvald had t h e b a d luc k to rJn into Jarrett: .:as a promoter Jarrett-we ll, he worked the same game on Thorvald that h e's playing now on Mr. Bright." "And Thorvald sold out?" "Yes; though he was lied to, and didri t understand it that way." "And Jarrett bas made money out of the scheme?" "He expects to. From what I can h e ar he's just about to put through the deal with a great engine manufactur ing concern." "So you came down on the jump to see Jarrett, eh?" "I started to hoof it from town to town to try to find Jarrett. For poor Thorvald is dead, and he gave us only a hazy idea of where Jarrett lived. But I found the big scoundrel here!" "And now!'" asked Ned, quickly. "Ned, old fellow, that villain has all the Thorv papers in his office safe. Oh, if I could only get them destroy them Then r could snap my fingers at Jar and my mother would soon have all the big money t she s entitled to." is your mother now?" "I wish with all my heart I knew," gulped Tom, cho ing hard. "We got separated in New York, and I haven been able to find her since. But, with money enough adverti se, I'd mighty soon find her.'> "But tho s e Thorvald papers?" "Ned, I've s imply got to :find some way to get in my posse s sion. I'm growing s o de s perate that I don't care muc h what I ha v e to do in order to g e t them. I'm s imply determined that, s omehow,' I'll do the trick. I may get the Thorvald papers a s eas ily a s I did the Bright paper to-day. By the way, old fellow, that paper is safe, isn t it?" "You bet it i s," Ned returned, with emphasis. Jus t then Tom Pres ton sat up quickly on the hay. "What's the--" "Hush!" -, . '<:-\, --Another twinkling and then Tom was on He s tole toward the door, Ned followin g in his wake. Just around the corner of the barn our hero was in time to s ee. a figure vani s h into the s hadow s S wift a s a flas h our hero gripped Ned d e tainingly. "Ps haw!" laughed our hero, I thou ght I heard somebody moving around. I'm a dreamer-that's what Still he kept that steel-lik e grip on N e d Bo s twick, who had the good s en s e to understand and s tand he was But after a few moments Tom turned ta his chum, hi s e y e s blazing. "Ned," h e whis pered low, "there was s omeone pro-wf ing. I saw him s coot off in the darkness. You know what that mean s !" "Jarrett "Some dirt y -work tool of hi s s pying around. You see, Ned, .Tarrett ha s begun to have me watch e d, and so he ha s learn e d that I'm s pending my nights h e r e with you." Gee-whizz !" c ried N e d, looking mi g htily solemn. Then Jarrett will soon wind up that mortgage on this little place of moth e r s." "Oh, I hope not, old fellow! gulped Tom, mi s erably. "We'll try to give him some thing bigger to think about. But I mu s tn t was t e any her e I 've got to hustle after that spy." I'll circl e around the road swiftly, and cat c h the s p y lower down on the highway. Then I can shadow him and learn jlJ:lt what's up. Ned, old fellow, wait for me here-never mind if I'm gone for hours!" Ned was still awake, two hours later, when Tom stole softly in. "Did you catch the spy?" Bostwick demanded, breath lessly. "I located him on the road and shadoweo him to town.
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 21 Learn anything worth knowing?" Far more than I want to believe!" gulped Sandow, ior, stifling the desire to groan. "Ned, I got close gh to hear the spy report to Jarrett." "And then--" "And now the jig's up for me!" proclaimed Tom Pres n, miserably. "Jarrett bas taken the scare right home. e won't lose the Thorvald papers now. He bas four ed men in his office tO guard that safe all night long. n the morning armed men will escort those papers in fety to some big bank vault. Oh, Ned, Ned! My last nee for justice is gone!" CHAPTER IX. THE BOY WHO'D RATHER DIE. Nothing ever wholly kills youthful appetite. But the boys, after having finished, the next morning early, a fairly good meal that bad been bought out of their little wiria!alFCa.pital, looked glumly at each other. "What' stlie p"r'ogramme this morning?" asked Ned, at last "I don't see anything to do, unless it's a heap of thinking,'' Tom i:eplied. "That doesn't sound very R.ctive." "Doesn't it, though? That's because, Ned, you don't 'understand my way of doing my best thinking. I've al ways,'been used to exercise, ever since I can remember." "You must, to have the muscle you've got. Tom, do you know you're a wonder?" "That was what my father tried to train me for,'' i1ed our hero. "He succeeded, by thunder. You're Sandow, Junior, no mistake. But why--" Ned stopped, a bit embarrassed. "With all my strength why ain't I bigger, do you an?" "That's it." "Why, it's rather a queer case,'' Tom smiled. "You as a baby I was so undersized that none thought I uld live long. Very likely I wouldn't, if my father n't started with my bodily training so early. He had notion that he could make me as tall and big as other s. He didn't quite succeed, but he gave me the start a pretty fair muscle. Although I'm smaller than the walk, walk, walk until I've covered miles. By that time I've thought everything out the best that's in me. So this morning I'm going to take a tramp up over that big hill yonder." "We call it a mountain around here," brilgged Ned, with local pride. "Want to go over the mountain with me?" our hero invited. "If you won't tramp the life out of me I'd be glad to go. And I've got one treasure that you haven't seen. Wait a second!" Darting out of the barn and into the hou se, Bostwick was quickly back with a very fair-looking telescope. "It's not a bad instrument," Ned declared, with pride .. "We'll take that up, and you'll see a good deal of the country with it." "Lead on, tlien. You know the road better than I do..'? It was a brisk two-mile tramp to the foot of the moun. tain that Tom had chosen for scaling. It was one of a range of low mountains or tall hills that passed Blissville at the west. ; A fairly good driving road .led up over the mountain. "This road is used quite a bit," Ned explained. "It. happens to be the only road between Blissville and ton." "What's Acton?" asked Tom. "Oh, a fairly live little town, the county seat." "I'll know more later about Acton, then, I suppose,'' cried Tom, glumly. "That's where I'll my real trial on the burgiary charge." "Forget that," cried Ned, ruefully. "Wish with all my heart I could." "You're blue this morning, aren't you, old fellow?" "Blue as indigo! And maybe you'd be, Ned, if you saw all your plans for fortune crumbling, and yourself head,ed on a cinch for State prison. It's enough to P.ut .a blue streak in a fellow's life, even on a grand summer day like this." "Things may look different before the day's over,'' Ne Bostwick urged, but only half-hopefully. : "Things will stand a lot of improvement with me," smiled Tom; wearily. "Let's stop here a bit, and use the telescope," Ned sug It was more to get his chum's mind off his troubles than for any other purpose that Ned drew out the telescope. "See how near it brings Blissville to u s,'' he suggested, after focussing the tube. :You look really puny until you get busy with your "It does," nodded Sandow, Junior, after a look. "Blisse," Ned broke in. ville! What a mockery of a name for a place where a et, with all my small size, I suppose I can say, withfellow like Jarrett rules everybody! It bas been anything gging, that I am as strong a boy of my age as but Blissville for me since I first saw the town." is living." I "Oh, Jarrett doesn't rule everybody there," grimaced e strongest." Ned. "Dr. Bradley, for instance." tever strength I've got came out of exercise. So, I "That's one shin ing example," sighed Tom. "There. want to think, I get out on a good long track and aren't many of them over in Blissville."
2 2 SAXDO\\, Then, without purpose, Tom swung the telescope around to the road from Acton. "Great Scott !'J he suddenly muttered "Why, it must be!" "What?" "See that buggy coming?" At the distance of a mile the horse and vehicle seemed to the naked eye to be a crawling dot on the road. But Tom, with the telescope, had recognized the occu pants of the buggy. "Who? What?" demanded N cd, watching his friend's animated face "Elsie Bright and her father!" "Why, she was in town yesterday afternoon, wasn't she?" "Yes, but that's Elsie, unless she's twins. She must have got word to join her father last night. That's they who are coming, as sure as guns "Then Bright must have been over to Aeton to see a lawyer," hinted Ned, curiously. "I hope he saw a good one Tom remained with the telescope at his eyes for some moments. "You going to stay here and speak to them?" Ned queried. "What's the use?" gulped Tom. "Elsie won't even look at me She despises me-told me so. "Do girls always mean all they say?" "That one does!" Tom retorted, gloomily. "Why, from ihe very start, she seemed to think I was some queer new k-ind of dirt!" "Then she hasn't brains enough to know an apple from a potato!" retorted Ned, with spirit, but a swift look from his chum prevented him from saying more "It would be worse than foolish to be here in the road while they're passing,'' went on Tom, dispiritedly "Let's get up the slope there, where we won't be seen "All right, if you say so,'' assented Ned, in a tone which conveyed his own impression that his chum was foolish. Twenty feet up tlfe slope from tbe road was a clump of bushes behind which the boys found a screen "Now my chump friend is settling himself down for ihe luxury of a peep at a girl who won't look at him with out contempt!" uttered Ned, wrathily, to himself. "What fools some girls can be!" Ned was still standing, with the telescope in his hand. Just as a matter of idle curiosity he turned the tube toward Blissville. "Say,'' he suddenly ejaculated, "here comes a buggy from the other direction and it carries Jarrett and Car b ury "What's that?" throbbed Toro, jumping up to his feet. He took the telescope eagerly, scanning the road from Bl issville "That's the puff adders, sure enough!" he cried, grind in g his teeth .. "Say, Ned, the nearest big bank is over at Acton, ain't i t ?" "Why, yes." "That's wbcrc they are bound then, to lock the T vald papers up in a vault that is p roof against the o nary safe-cracker That's the kind of a fellow they I am." "Coming over this road with the papers you'd give y life to get!" quavered Ned "Whew But that's a t roendous circumstance!" "It's more than thatit's a temptation!" p r o n o un Tom, grimly. "What do you mean?" demanded Ned, survey i ng friend with startled eyes. "Oh, no-not that! -"I am fearfully tempted to hold th'em up-push t norse and buggy over that cliff below us-or almost any thing to get the Thorvald papers. It's a fearful tempta tion when I think of what the Jarrett buggy contains "Don't!" shuddered Ned "I'm not going to," Toro retorted, grimly T ha goodness I'm proof against such temptations Ned sighed, then looked at his chum with new tion for his strength that was not merely of muscle. "What are you going to do, then?" Ned asked, whil Toro continued to use the telescope, first on the Jarret buggy, and then on that which Elsie an d he father. "Can't do roucl1," Tom sighed "But see here, Ned, wish I could guess the point along this road at' which thos two buggies would meet. It seems to me it will be neare Acton. Tell you what you do, old fellow; you run up th road a bit-say an eighth of a mile-and hide close to th road. I'll stay here. Then one of us will be close enough I hope, when the two buggies meet, to hear what Jarret and Bright say." "But," hesitated Ned, "you won't-" "No," smiled Sandow, Junior, "I won't do anything unlawful, or even unmanly Satisfied, Bostwick bounded away. Sandow, Junior, settled down behind his cl u mp of bushes to watch. Both buggies were now within half a mile of the place the animals coming on at easy jogs over the rough road. "It'd be so easy to push Jarrett and Carbury over tha c liff!" muttered the boy, uncannily. The road just beneath him was perhaps fourteen foe wide. Its further edge was the beginning of a steep cli that slanted down for some three hundred feet below. "It'll be so easy, too!" mu' rmured the boy. "Bu JL5haw I'm not a murderer! My mother didn't r ear for that!" He smiled bitterly, then suddenly raised his head "What's that?" he wondered. For now, from the direction of Acton, came the so of flying hoofs In another second the meaning of it dawned on the boy. He jumped up, his face ai;: whi death. "Bright's horse running away-and on t h is treach road!" he gasped "Oh Elsie !"
SANDOW, JUNIOR. 23 "I can stop that horse, perhaps, ii I keep cool," he sped, gripping his hands tight. "But I must keep out i sight until the horse is right here, or I might scare it orse." 1 Seconds counted now, for be hearcl tlrn frightened ani al come tearing on. So he crouched, ready for the sudden, flying appearance that he planned The hor se b earing Elsie and her father behind, came tearing into sight around the bend. "Merciful h eaven!" For, whiJe our hero sti ll crouched in hiding, the a1'imal eered, Jcwed the buggy and pitched John Bricrht out 0 into the roadway. Th en-veer! Uncontrollably frightened, the horse urned to back over the cliff, with Elsie fainting in the uggy Leap Tom was under way like a flash-down into the oad in a twinkling. It was a fdr a giant, or one tired of life I "As well die now as to-morrow!" vented eart-sick yourig Sandow. He seized._,the b!:idle, stiffened his tense muscles and prayed-for scornfu l Elsie, not himself t A thousand chances to one that the toppling rig would drag even Sanclew, Junior, over the brink of destruction! CHAPTER X. THE DOUBLE RUNAWAY "Hold on, Tom!" bellowed old ]fr Bright. was frantic appeal in the man's voice, as he tried to raise himself to his feet and go to the rescue. But he found that he could hardfy sta nd. Sandow, Junior, was having the great :fight or his life a losing :fight, too, beyond a doubt. Rat-a-tat-tat! Another horse was coming, from the opposit e direction. Jarrett, driving at a brisk now, bad just stung bis animal with the whip. It snorted, bounded, and then came in s i gh t of the awful struggle at the cliff's edge. Frightened in an instant by the scene, Jarrett's horse took the bit in its teeth and leaped orwa,rd. A second runaway now! .Jarrett, white and scared, just guided his horse safely iy old John Bright, who had crept tremblingly against.the slope. The buggy was well over the cliff, the horse's hind feet were gradually slipping over it. Nor did the horse, frightened rather than encouraged by the strong young hand at the bridle, aid any. "Do all you can, Tom! I can hardly move \" sobbed the injured old man Young Sandow did not answer, but the knots stood out harder than ever on his neck and forehead and on his straining young arms. His bac k seemed breaking. Then all bi s last remaining strength he threw in, with a prayer. Just a bit the horse came forward, and Tom, falling back, threw his tensed strength in again. A good, hard, powerful yank-a dying effort, it seemed to the straining young Sandow-and now he drew the snort in g, wild-eyed horse to sure footing on the roadway. In twinkling our hero bad forced the animal to draw the buggy up to momentary safety. But the horse, though well gripped, was st ill snorting and plunging. Not for even a secon d could Tom let go of the bridle to snatch Elsie from her peril.' "Can' t. you lift Elsie out while I bold this brute?" ap pea led the boy, hoarsely. "I'll try," half-sobbed John Bright, as he half limped, half-crawled toward the buggy. But just at that moment Elsie opened her eyes :fiutter ingly. "Elsie!" appealed the boy, desp era t ely "Elsie, jump!" She opened her eyes wider. Then, taking in the mean ing of the view !}round her, she slowly, totteringly got down from the buggy. "Get back out of the way-both of you 1" begged the boy. "Elsie, help your father. He has been hurt. That roused the gir l as nothing else would 11ave done. Tom, as soon as he felt certain they were safe,. devoted all his energies to quieting the horse. Nor was this difficult, now that our h e ro was able to dev9te all his energies to that one task. W1thin a minute he l ed the animal to a stout tree at the inner i:;ide of the roadway. Here he hitched the brute with one of the reins, n ext he found a halter under the bu ggy seat, and made the hitching more secure. Then be turned back to the girl whom he had rescued at the very brink of destruction. She was trembling, white-faced. There were tears in her eyes a s h e came s hyly forward. "Mr. Preston--J' she began. "I hardly know that name nowadays," replied the bo:.-. grimly. "Nowadays I'm always Tom to my friends." "Tom, then," she corrected herself, "I know I been using you very shabbily I hope you will fl)rrri\'c mr, and let me thank you with all my heart for baYing savetl my father.)' Then on and out 0 view went ,,Jarrett an!! Carbuy whether to death or not it mattered little to those left behincl "Your father wasn't in any great danger, J\li5s Elsie." w.as "I'm Elsie-to my friends," she corrected in turn, with la swift ru. h of color. For Tom Preston, groaning, sweating, straining, near the point of giving up the :fight.
2-f SANDOW, JUNIOR. Y o ur father wasn't in any danger, Elsie. But it made] "I hadn't thought that the rein s migb L not u2 JS :, me almost ill to see the buggy going over the cliff." as the driver," Elsie Bright smiled back. "You are "That was noble of you!" :flashed the girl, earnestly. to wait until the horse is less restive." "My father has just told me of your splendid, almost "Don't you think so, sir ? our hero asked, appear s uperhuman battle against that fearful, slipping weight. the old man. You threw your life in the scale as coolly as if-as if I "Decidedly," replied John Bright. had always been kinder to you.I' "Where is that young rascal? Oh, here he is!" eri "I'd do that much for anybody," returned Tom, bluntly. raging voice. "I believe you," Elsie answered, simply. "But that Around the bend, limping slightly, yet stamping doesn't lessen my admiration for you, or my gratitude. rage, came Richard Jarrett. Won't you shake hands with me ?" His face ,was so red as to suggest that a stroke of Admiration? From this girl Shake hands with her? plev was close at hand. Tom Preston acted so suddenly and energetically that "Oh, you young thief!" roared Jarrett, shaking he felt sure, an instant later, he had made a fool of himhuge fist at the boy. self again. 1 "Be careful how you kick compliments my way!" w Unconscious of his great strength, he gripped her soft ed the boy drily. little hand so forcefully that Elsie winced under the inHe spoke quietly, but there was a warning :flash in fliction, though she smiled bravely back at him. eyes that made the man, with the memory of a rec Then he' let up on that vimful grip, standing back trouncing fresh in his mind, draw back in some alarm. shamefully. "Now, tell us what the trouble is, in an honest, ma "I hope we shall always be friends," he said, blushingly. way," on Tom, coolly. "A
SANDOW, JUNIOR. leaped forward a couple of steps, shaking an accusing at our hero. you admit taking them, do you, you young thief?" t was the end of Sandow, Junior's, patience. e flew forward swiftly, du. eking in easily under the big s guard. It was a stretcher, though not a knocker-out! at spirited blow landed plumply on the big man's ar, sending him to the earth. You unutterably miserable thing!" vented Sandow, 'or, standing over him, with eyes flashing. "You drel You cur If you never yet learned to treat a n being with as much decency as you would a fairly nt dog, then your time has come to learn! Get up !" But Jarrett, who imagined th'at there was more of the e in store for him if he got up, remained cravenly on side. "Get up!" rang Tom's low, warning, earnest, thrilling ce. "If you don't, you'll be mighty sorry that you 't For the last time, get up!" "Don't hit me," mumbled the big 11?-an as he started to y. "I won't, if you behave yourself half way like an honest, ecent man," quivered the boy. "Now, then, what did u mean by calling me a thief?" "Didn't you take that box of papers?" mumbled Jartt, looking at young Sandow with still affrighted eyes. "I didn't. How could I? Your horse ran away from is point when I was trying to pull this other animal ck from the edge of the cliff. Not once, since that in nt, have I been away from this spot." "That I can vouch for," broke in Elsie, warmly. "And I, too," cried John Bright. "Perhaps you really thought I did steal that box," went om Preston, more mildly. "I did," grumbled Jarrett, "and I still think you know ething about it." Taunted, goaded, doubted, Richard Jarrett flared up in. "Because the papers in that box concerned you "Do you mind holding the horse, Elsie, while I lift your father in?" he asked, looking at the girl. Nodding brightly, she stepped up to the animal's head, taking hold of the bridle. Then, as tenderly as if he were lifting a baby, Tom raised the old man, setting him as comfortably as possible on the seat. "You'd better get in next, so you ean. take the reins," hinted Elsie. So Tom leaped up into the box of the buggy, carefully gathered reins in one hand,, and held out the other. "Come," he called, gently. Taking her uplifted arm, he whirled her like a feather up into the buggy. Then, seated between Elsie and her father, with never a look at the angry but mute, much-afraid Jarrett, young Sandow drove slowly down the road. Not until they were sure that they were out of hearing of the big man of Blissville did any of them speak. Then Tom could not help asking : "Mr. Bright, do you mind my asking whether you were trapped into signing any papers for Jarrett within the last two days or so ?" "Thanks to you, Tom Preston, I did not," the old man. "You went to Acton to see a lawyer?" "Yes, and he must have been an honest man." "Why?" "Because he told me plainly to have nothing more to do with Jarrett than I couldn't help." "You have gone part way into an arrangement with Jarrett over your' invention, haven't you?" asked our hero, directly. "Too far, I fear," sighed John Bright. "Too far, at least, judging by what my lawyer tells me." "Did he advise you as to any way to get out of Jarrett's clutches?" "The only way, I fear, lad, is an impossible one." "What was that, sir, if I may ask?" "Why, I am to offer to return to Jarrett what he has advanced me, with interest added, for the return of the papers already signed. A hopeless task, I fear." Here the big fellow stopped short. "Maybe not, sir," spoke Tom, lightly. "Did you mean to say," smiled our hero, coolly, "that He was wondering, hopefully, if Ned Bostwick had se papers belonged to me more than to anyone else?" really found that box and made away with it. Jarrett's eyes flamed. He tried to speak, but gulped And, if so, what did that box contain? rd instead. "You have some plan of your own, Tom?" asked Elsie, "After all, it matters very little what you do say, I supscanning his face keenly. ,"smiled Tom. "I have a friend here who has been "Nothing, as yet, Elsie, except a hope," he answered eCt. I must get him home. Why don't you go back her. our friend, who, according to your statement, must d you very badly. Go back to your legal gentleman." Nbeel Tom turned his back on his accuser, marching er to the horse, which he unhitched. Jarrett was opening and shutting his hands in wed rage while our hero carefully backed the down close to where Mr. Bright sat. dumb, buggy CHAPTER XI. AJ,L UP IN SMOKE Driving easily along, Tom purposely went by the Bost wick place. There, a!D he had hoped, was Ned.
SANDOW, JUNIOR. Bostwick's face was plainly jubilant as he called out: So Tom hurried back to tell Ned the result of U1e "Can I have a word with you, Tom?" ference, then hastened once more to the buggy, f "The horse is quiet enough now for you to hold him," realized that John Bright was in more and more pain murmured our hero to the girl. "Will you excuse me for nis ankle. a moment?" Briskly through the town they drove, and up to Waiting for her nod, he then jumped lightly to the door of the pretty little Bright cottage. ground, bounded over the wall, and gripped Ned's hand. Tom helped them both out, carrying Elsie's fathe "I got the box that was in Jarrett's buggy," Ned whislris arms into the house and up to a sofa in the old pered. bedroom "Bully for you! But I almost knew you had it." "And. now I supp?se I l?ad better return the horse "It's a regular steel-bound box," Ned went on in his the livery stable?" suggested Tom. 'cautious whisper. "But I believe you could opeJlit. Want "You needn't. I can telephone for the stable people to try now?" come here for their rig," proposed Elsie, ancl ran out "Will you excuse me for just a minute more?" Tom the room. called back. This was rnch an evident invitation to stay a lit 1 Receiving assent from both father and daughter, Tom while that Tom, who didn't want to decline anyway, di followed Ned around into the barn. even see a possible way to refuse. Rummaging under the hay, Ned brought out the liox When Elsie came back the young people bathed a in triumph. dressed the injured ankle Tug! Pull! Wrench! It was five minutes ere even Then all three sat down to a council of war as to w Sandow, Junior, could snap that lock. was to be done to repay Jarrett in his own coin: But at last it came open. "Here I am, crippled in the house, wl1en I ought to There were but a few folded documents insid-e. Tom hustling al'o1md to raise the money to hand back to J a Preston pounced upon them eagerly. rett," moaned the old man. "Bright, Thorvald, Thorvald, Thorvald, Bright--" "You don't need to hustle a bit," replied Tom, de he read,. running eagerly over the backings -on the docucisively "From what I know of your invention, sir, you ments. have only to write, as I mean to do, to the manufacture "Better be sure they're not whispered Ned, in your line. They'll gladly enough send representative sauntering toward the door in order that he might be on here to see you, and they'll advance you much more mone the watch. on the first payment than you'll need for Jarrett. Fo So Tom unfolded the papers, glancing them all over. that matter, sir, it is only common honesty that makes u "No, they're all right," he called, in a whisper to his want to pay anything over to Jarrett. Legally, we chum. "They are the original papers. All the Thorvald wouldn't have to bother about such a thing. And it ones are here, and, with that one of Mr. Bright's that I strikes me, Mr. Bright, that the less hustling you do, the got yesterday, they're all here now that belong to him. more eager the people you want to trade with will be t< I've put them back in the box, Ned. Watch them with get hold of your patent." both eyes while I speak to Mr. Bright." "Of course," agreed Elsie, as if she understood all Hastening out to the old man, our hero murmured: about such business matters. "Mr. Bright I've got all the papers now that you ever "You've mentioned the name Thorvald," broke in Elpassed to Jarrett. You can keep the papers and hand sie, suddenly. b.im back his money, if you do it cleverly enough." I "My mother's name, by her second marriage," Tom ex" All the papers?" questioned the old man, delightedly. plained. "The 'l'horvald patent is now hers, through my Then he fell to counting on 'his fingers. stepfather s death." "Five of them?" he asked. "Where docs your mother live?" "Five, Mr. Bright." "I wish I knew," Tom exclaimed, moodily. "But I'll "Thank heaven!" muttered the old man, fervently. find out by advertising as soon as I have some money." "Do you want them now, Mr. Bright, or shall we look "I asked," went on Elsie, "because I knew a Mrs. Thor after them, along with the papers that belong to my valc1 a while ago before we came here." mother?" "Describe her," begged Sandow, Junior, tingling "Better leave 'em here, lad, if they're safe. They oYer. wouldn't be safe in town. Jarrett would be equal to hir-But ere Elsie had spoken half a dozen sentences Ila ing thugs to loot my house. We couldn't lock them up at lioy broke in: the Blissville Bank, for Jarrett is president pf the bank.'' '\Yhy, that's my mother, as sure as I'm alive. ElL'lc. "Then I'll have Ned stay here and watch the papers," where was he when you knew her?" 0 agreed Tom. "Housekeeper in the boarding-house in Boston whej "That will be far better, Tom, until we can decide what we lived." t' tu do with the papers for their safe-keeping." "Can you remember the address?"
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2s SANDOW, JUNIOR. "I've got a few things to tell you," announced our hero, him, so Tom reasoned that he must have been for eagerly. promptly. Then out came the whole story of their doings. It was after 9 :30 that evening when the train "Good!" thrilled the young doctor. "And, oh, I believe Mrs. Thorvald arrived at Blissville. this will prove the turning-point in Jarrett's career in After the first hearty kiss and embrace, Tom led tliis town. I may a s well t e ll you that I've started a quiet to a waiting hack and started on the way for the B movement among the voters of this town. At present all home. the town officials; even down to the two-dollar-a-day conBut while still two blocks from their destination T stables, are Jarrett's creatures, put in office by him. But suddenly checked his quick, excited talk to listen to I've got enough of the voters organized so that, in a few angry chorus up the street. weeks from now, all the Jarrett crowd will go out of Then the hack passed a crowd of nearly a hundr office." masked men. "What do you advi s e about putting the papers in a In their centre marched Jarrett, white-faced and f safe place, Doc?" tering, held up on either side, his hands tied behind him "Why, why not use this car now to go over to Dalton What happened that night was that the men of Elisa and lock the papers up in the bank where I deposit? It's ville, their long-pent-up feelings overflowing, took the only nine miles from here-twenty minutes or so with this late bully out of the town to a vacant lot, where th car." tarred and feathered him in the most approved shape. It was les s than twenty minutes later when the BradleY. It was the end of Jarrett' s rule in Blissville. At t machine drew up before the Dalton National Bank. following election all of his creatures were turned out In less than five minutes after that Tom Preston had office. the Bright and the Thorvald papers where nobody could Lawyer Carbury fled the morning after the tarring an get at them withO'llt permission. feathering "And where now?" smiled Dr. Bradley, as they climbed Jarrett, wholly tamed, quickly conse if; ed to drop into the car. "For I'm your driver on this exciting day burglary charge against our hero. He also accepted th of your life." refunds on the Bright and Thorvald patents. "I don t want to go anywhere now but to Mr. Bright's," John Bright and Mrs. Thorvald easily realized hand. an swered young Sandow, turning a bright, smiling face to I some royalties on the invention s that they respectively his first friend in Blissville. "I want to be there when owned. the first word comes from my mother." Tom and Elsie got along so well that ere long they de A short while later the auto drew up before the Bright cided to get along together all the time. hol:lse. Ned Bostwick was put thoroughly on his feet by th In a twinkling the door opened, with Elsie speeding parents of the young couple: Tom and Ned are greate down the path holding up a yellow envelope . chums than ever. 'His fingers trembling, Tom tore open the envelope. Dr. Bradley now has more practice than he wants . ,. o; "My 'dear boy, thank heaven I With you to-night. "Catherine Thorvald." "It's mother then, all right, and no mistake!" throbbed the happy young Sandow. "And here I guess we' ll leave you," smiled Dr. '._,radley. Then toot! toot! and they were away, leaving Tom with "How' s your father' s ankl e ?" Tom asked quickly. "He's able to get around the room. It' ll be all right in a day or two. I have gotten your mother's room ready. Now we must see what time the evening train gets in." "This is beginning to seem like Blissville," murmured the happy boy. "And your room is next to your mother's." "But my proudest position," he sometimes tells our hero, smilingly, "is that of physician-in-ordinary to the family of Mr. and Mrs. Sandow, Junior." THE END. "WON BY BLUFF; OR, JACK MASON'S MARBL FACE," is the s plendid story of the boy who never showe what he thought. It is rou s ingly told b y Frank Irving, and will be published complete in No. 19 of. "The Wide Awake Weekly," out next week. The real "marble face" is a mighty fine thing for any boy to have who wants to get ahead in the shortest time. Don't miss this great nar rative next week-that is, if you want to learn one of the great secrets of winning out in life, and if, at the same time, you like such a rousing good story as this one is. "My room? Why, this is Blissville I" SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekl He looked at her smilingly, so happy that he hardly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from knew what to do. But they had passed inside the doornewsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps way, so he drew her quickly toward him, kissing her twice mail "to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNIO before he felt frightened and drew himself back. SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive cop' But Elsie, though she colored deeply, did not rebuke you order by return mail.
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N. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS. bracn l g all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with lustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77 HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARD d ec epti v e Card Tric k s as p e rform e d by leading conj and magicians. Arrange d for home amus e m ent. Fully illust No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most apMAGIC. proved methods of reading the lines on the hand, togeth e r with No ? HOW DO great book of magic a full explanation of their meaning. Al s o e xplaining phre nology, card trick s contammg full m struction o n alt t h e l e ading card tri and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. By of the a l s o most popular mag ica l ill us ions as performed b Leo Hugo Koch, A.. C. S. Fully illustrated. oui: m ag1c1ans ; ever y boy should o btain a copy of this HYPNOTISM. 118 it will both amu se and in struc t. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Conta ining valuable and inNo. 22 HOW TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ ai structive information regarding the science of hypno t ism. Also e xplain e d b.V: his form e r a ss istant, Fre d Hunt, Jr. Explaining explaining the most approved method s whi c h are e mployed by the th e se c r e t dialogues w eie. on betw e en the magi cian and th leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. boy on .the s tage; al s o g ivmg all the codes and signals. The aut h e n t ic e xplanation o f sec ond sight. SPORTING. No. 4 3. HOW TO BECOME A MA GICiaN.-Containing the No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete ?f m a gi ca l illu s i on s eve r placed before the hunting and fishing guide ever publish ed. It contain s full inpu blic Als o tric k s wi t h cards in cantati on s, e t c structions about guns, bunting dogs, tra ps, trapping and fishing, No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL T R I CKS.-Containing over together with descriptions of game and fish on e hundre d highl y a mu s ing a n d ins tructive tric ks with chemicais. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BTJILD A BOAT.-Fully By A. And e rson. H a nd so m ely illustra t ed. illustrated. Every boy should know ho w to row and sail a b oat. No. 6 9 HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over Full instructions are given in this little book togeth e r wi t h inof the lates t a n d b es t tric k s u se d b y m agici ans. Also contain atructions on swimming and riding companion sp orts to boa t ing. mg the s ec r e t of second si g h t .-_ Fully ill strated. By A Anderson. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.. No .. 70. HOW '.fO M AG H TOYS.-Containing full :A complete treatise on the horse. D esc ribing the most u se ful hor se s direc tions for makmg_ Magic 'l' oys and devic e s of many kinds. By for business, the best horses for the road; also valuabl e recipes for A. And e1son. Fully 11lusfrat e d diseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 73. , HOW. TO TRICKS WITH N UMBERS.-Showing No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy many curious tric ks with figures and the magi c of numbers. By A. book for boys, containing full directions for constructing cano e s Ander so n F ull y illu strated. and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fiilly illustrated. .No. 7_5 HO\Y TO A CO NJUROR. Containing By o. Stansfield Hicks. tric ks with Dommo s Dice, Cup s and Balls Hats, etc. Embracinc thirty six; illustration s B y A Ander son I FORTUNE TELLING. No. 78. TO DO TaEJ BLACK ART.-Containing a comNo. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK.pl ete d esc ription of ,the of and Sleight of Hand, fJontaining the great oracle of human destiny ; also the true m e anto gether with many wonderful expe11 ments. By A. Anderson. ing of almost any kind of dreams, tog e th e r with charms, ceremonies; Illustrated. and curious games of cards. A c omplete b o ok ME No. 23. HOW TO EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, CHANICAL, from the little child to the aged man and woman. This little book No. 29. HOW TO BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every be gives the explanation to all kinds of dre ams together with lucky )'now how ori.ginat ed. This boo k explains th< end unlucky Jays and "Napoleon's Oraculum" the book of fate all, givmg examples ID e l ectric ity, hydraulics magn e tism ol'.I '.::S No. 28. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES.-Eve ryone is of pneumatics, mechani c s e tc. The m os t instrnctiv e boo k pub lished knowing what his future life will bring forth, wheth e r happiness or No. HOW TO AN full misery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glan c e at this little hne practical illustrations, giving the best positions in fencing. A complete book. t TRICKS WITH CARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing explanations of the general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks ; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring lleight-of-hand; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of apeeiall7 cards. B.Y Professor Batiner. Illustrated. LETTER No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A most plete little book, containing full direct ions for writing Iove-Iette and when to use them, giving specim e n l ette rs for young and o No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES.-Gi' complete instructions for writing lette rs to ladies on all sub also letters of introdu c tion, notes and r e qu e sts. No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LET.rERS TO Containing full directions for writing to g e ntlemen on all sub' also giving sample letters for instruction No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS.-A wonderful book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your f mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and body you wish to write to. Every young man and every lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY. taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any au also rules for punctuatiou. an.d composition, with specimen
THE STAGE. No. 41. THE UOYS O:H' NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE K. -Containing a g1eat variely of the latest jokes used by the ost famous eud men. No amateur minstrels is complete without is wonderful little book. No. 42. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER. ntaining a varied of stump speeches, Negro Dutch d Irish. Also end men's jokes. Just the thing for home' amuse ent and amateur shows. No. 45, THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTJl.EL GUIDE ND JOKl!J BQOK.;--Something new a.nd very .instructive. Every y should obtam this book, as it contams full mstructions for or nizing an amateur minstrel troupe. No. 65. JOKES.-'l'his is one of the most original ke books ever puhlished, and it is brimful of wit and humor. It ntains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc. of errence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical of he day. ]j]very boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should btain a copy immediately No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing com lete instructions .how to m8:ke uf for various characters on the age; together with the duties o the Stage Manager, Prompter nic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. No. 80. Gl.:S WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat t jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this w0rld-renowned and er popular Uerman comerlian. Sixty-four pages; handsome lored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. o. 16. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Contnining I instrnctions for constructing a window garden either in town country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful ers home. The most complete book of the kiss, And full directions for calling off in all popular squara dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to love courtship and ma?Tiage, giving sensible advice, rules aud etiquette to be obsene. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illus trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO l\IAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hint1 on how to cnkh moles, w e asels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington Keene. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-.!: valuable book, giving instructions in co llecting, preparing, mountin& and preserving birds, animals and insects. No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com plete information as to the manner and method of raisfog, keeping, taming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructions for. making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book of the kind ever published MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECO:l-IE A SCIENTIST.-A useful and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in acoustic s, me c hanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di ENTERTAINME'.NT. rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thil 9. HOW TO BECO:IIE A Harry book cannot be equaled. y The secret given away. Every intelligent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO i\IAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book for of instructions. by a practical professor (deliihting multimaldng all kinds of candy. ice-cream, etcu etc. ery night with his wond.erful imitations), can master the No. tH. HOW 1'0 BECOME AN' AUTHOR.-Containing full creat e any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the book t'ver published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing HOW TO ENTERTAIN. AN VENING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general com able little book just published. complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince sports, card diver sions, comic recitations, etc .. suitable Hiland. or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won n anv hook pnhlish e d. derful book, containing useful and practical information in the BO'V TO PLAY GAl\IES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to every 'niug the mies and r egulations of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com croqnt't. domino es, etc. plaints. OW ro SOL\:EJ CONUNDRUMS.-Cont41ining all No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con nundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regarding the co llecting and arranging 'ngs, of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. W TO PLAY f1.\RDS.-A complete and bandy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETEC'rIVE.-By Old King Brady, 1 g the mies and f,. ;rections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuable Casino, Forty-U'iye, n:--._ .ce, Pedro Sanc ho, Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventures "on Pit<'h. Alt Fours, and many other popular games o( cards. and expe ri e n ces of well-known detectives 66. HOW TO DO PllZZLES.-Containing over three hun-No. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain interesting puzzlPs and conundrums. with key to same. A ing useful ipformation regarding the Camera anq how to work it; lete book. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides and other Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De W. Abney ETIQUETTE. 13. HOW 'J'O DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It at life se<'ret, and one that every young man desires to know ut. 'l'herc"s happiness in it. HOW TO REHAVE.-Containing the rules and etiquette society and the and most approved methods of ap to good advantage at parties. baits, the theatre, church, and wing-room. DECLAMATION. HOW TO RECITE AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS. ining the most poptllar sele,.tions in use, comprising Dutch French dialect, Yankee and Irish dialect pieces, together sllandard readings. No. 62. HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY CADET.-Containing full expianations bow to gain admittance, course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of Officers, Post Guard, Police RPl?nlations. Fire Department, and all a boy shou ld know to be a Cadet. Ccmpiled and written by Lu Senarens, author of "How to Become a Naval Cadet." No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.-Complete in structions of bow to gain admission to tbe Annapolis Naval Academy. Also containing the course of instruction, description of grounds and buildings, historical sketch. and everything a boJ should know to be<'ome tofficer in the United States Navy. Compiled and writtt:'n by r SPnarens, author of "How to Become West Point Military !t. A PRICE 10 'Address FRANK CENTS EACH, OR 3 FOR 25 CENTS. TOUSEY. Publisher. 24 Union Square, New York.
Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter A NEW ONE ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY Handsome Colored Covers PRIOE 5 GENTS A UOPY This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart' boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of J>assing opportunities. Some Of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives Of our m os t s uccessful self-made fnen, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every on e of this seri. contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine for the hom e, although each numbsr is replete with e:tciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists, and Ivery effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance: or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lakeview. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The WhJel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. I Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start in Life, 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. lf A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. U A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest ti A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. JI A Rise in Life; or, The Ca:eer of a Factory Boy. II of Money; or, A _Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to the Good ; or, From Call Boy to 'Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Boy of Them 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Ric h. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, the Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 The W .ay 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 M:iners of Della Cr)kz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circua. 30 Golden Fleec e ; 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, Worklng His Way to Fortune._ 33 PJaylng to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. 34 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Young Monte Cristo ; or, The Richest Boy in the World. 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. 37 Beating the Brokers; or, The Boy Who Couldn t be ... 38 A Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on Record 39 Never Say Die; or, The Young Surveyor or Happy Vam1:r. 40 Almost a Man;. or, Winning His Way to the Top. or sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, -FBANK: TOUSEY, Publisher, 24. Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUM BERS Ill 9'lf Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out tm f& following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the book s you want and we will send them to you by re-lllrn mail. POS'.rAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 1 I I I I I 1 I I 1 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 1 1 1 I I I 1 I FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. ....................... ; .130 DEAR Srnnclosed 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 1-in LUCK, Nos .................................... ................... " SECRET )RVICE Nos ............................... .. .. .......... " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ............................................... : Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos .............................. ..................... :N nme ........................ Street an d No ......... Town ......... State ...
WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY A COMPLETE S1.'0RY EVERY "WEEK Price 5 Cents BY THE BEST AUTHORS I JLLUSTRATED COVERS 32-PAGES OF READING MATTER Interesting Stories of Adventure in All Parts of the World This handsome weekly contains intensely interesting stories of adventure on a great variety of subjects. Each number is replete with rousing situations and lively incidents. The heroes are bright, manly fellows, who overcome all obstacles by sheer force of brains and grit and win well merited success Wei have secured a staff of new authors; who write these stories in a manner which will be a source of pleasure and profit to the reader. Each number has a hand!?ome col ored illustration made by the most expert artists Large sums of money are being spent to make this one of the best weeklies ever published. .... Here is a List of Some of the Titles ... 1 Smashing the Auto Record; or, Bart Wilson at the Speed Lever. By Eldward N. Fox. 2 Off the Ticker; or, Fate at a Moment' s Notice. By Tom Dawson. 3 From Cadet to Captain; or, Dick Dan ord's W es t Point Nerve. By Lieut. J. J. Barry. 4 The Boys; or, Making Thin s Hum in Hondura By Fred Warburton. 5 Written in Cipher; or,.,;rhe Skein Jack Barry Unravelled. By Prof. Oliver Owens. 6 The No-Good Boys; or, Downing a Tough Name. By A. Howard De Witt. 7 Kicked off the Earth; or, Ted Trim's Hard Luck Cure. By Rob Roy. 8 Doing it Quick; or, Ike Brown's Hustle at P a nama. By Captain Hawthorn, U. S. N. 9 In the 'Frisco Earthquake; or, Bob Brag's Day of T error. By Prof. Oliver Owens. 10 We, Us & Co.; or, Seeing Life with a Vaudeville Show. By Edward N Fox. 11 Cut Out for an Officer; or, Corporal Ted in the Philippines. By Lieut. J. J. Barry. 12 A Fool for Luck; or, The Boy Who Turned Boss. By Fred Warburton. 13 The Great Gaul Beat"; or, Phil Winston's Start in porting. By A. Howard De Witt. 14 Out for Gold; or, The Bo y Who Knew the Difference. B y Tom Dawson 15 The Boy Who Balked; or, Bob Brisbane's Big Kic k. By Frank Irving. 16 Slic ker than Silk; or, The Smoothest Boy Aliv't Byi Rob Roy. 'i .J 17 The Keg of Diamonds; or, After the Treasure of the Caliphs. By Tom Dawson. 18 Sandow, Junior; or, The Boy Who Looked Puny. By Prof. Oliver Ow ens. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents p 2 r copy, in money or postage :':tamp FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, IF YOU WANT ANY BACK 'NUMBERS of our libraries, and cannot procure them from newsdea lers, they can b e obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill in the following Order Bl ank and send it to u s with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by turn mail. POSTAGE Wl'AMPS 'l'Al\:EN 'J'HE SAME AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 2-! Union Square, New York. ....... , ............ 190 DEAR SmEnclosed find ..... cents for which please send me: .... copies of FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ............. '' '' WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos ............................................... " \VORI( AND ........ .................................... ...... " " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos .............................................. ,. .... ,. PLUCK AND LU K. Nos ................................. L SECRET SERVICE, NOS ................................................. THR LIBERTY BOYS OF Nos ......... . ............................. " Ten-Cent H11.nd Books, Nos ............................................... Name ................. ...... Street and No .................... Town .......... State .....