His name was Dennis, or, The luck of a green Irish boy

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His name was Dennis, or, The luck of a green Irish boy

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.----A -EOM-PtfTE STORY_ .... .. Tboomped him! chuckled Dennis, pojnting to the fallen confidence man. "Bedad, no! He asked: me_ ter give him me hand, an' .Oi forgot an' closed it whin Oi. ;passed it ter him!" "Say, you're O. K .!" smiled the cop. "You win!"

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WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY A COMPLETE EVERY WEEK. IHu"tJ W1$111d11-B11 8ub1cr,pto n f2.50 per 11,,a.r. En.teretJ accot 1U11g to Act of Cong,.ess, iii the vear 1906, in the offlc11 o r the Ubror,an of O o n.greH, Washington, D. C., f,y Frank Publf1her, 24 Unfon. Square, New York. No. 36. NEW YORK, DECEMBER 21, J 906. PR1 CE 5 CENTS. HIS NAME WAS DENNIS OR, THE LUCK O F A GREE N IRIS H BOY CHAPTER I. B y A HOW A RD d e W ITT now, as if the y took little o;r no interest in the great and free United States of America. A BIT av THE BROGUE A BIT AV THE BLARNEY, A BIT av They had had their days of illness in stuffy steerage quar -THE FISHT." ters; they had been jostled about and even cuffed about by ship's under-stewards; they had regretted, again and The ferryboat was making its last forenoon trip, bearing again, that they had left home for the new, untried coun a motley lot of some two hundred immigra nts from Ellis try on the further side of the Atlantic; they had been Island to New York. treated with suspicion, often with rudeneRs, and sometimeR These immigrants represented nearly all of the countries with cruelty while being detained at the immigrant station of Europe. on Ellis Island. These people, men, women and children, of all ages, sizes Now they were headed for the mainland. How coul d and conditions, had the Atlantic to our shores in they believe that the trip, so badly begun and made, would lhe hope of bettering their fortunes. end in fortune and happiness? Wealthy people rarely travel in the steerage These im But one among them could have been seen at a g lance migrants were mostly as poor as th e y looked, and nearly all to be vastly different from the common nm of these imof them looke d poor indeed. migrants. Yet every one of the s e people had had to pass the immiHis dark hair, his frank, light blue eyes, the features of grant inspectors, who are very strict. his bright, honest face, t h e cut of his clothes, the way he None of these immigrants were crippled, diseased, nor abcarried a word, his gene ral appearance pro s olutely penniless else they would not have gotten by the claimed him to be hish. immigrant inspector with permission to land. His name was Dennis. Uncle Sam allows none to land on these shores whom he, 'I'he othei: n a me was R eardon. through his agents, thinks are likely to become helpless and All his belongings that w e re not on his body were tucked public charges away in a dingy shabby old carpet bag that did not bulge These future American citizens who, in a. few minutes much more, would land at the Barge Office, close to Castle GarHis clothes were poor and coarse, though ne at. den, or Battery Park, as it is known in these days, were, for Yet D e nnis. was not as poor as rnost of those around him. the most part, a dull-looking lot. I Tucked away inside his cloth ing was a little sack of Whatever they might become in future days, they l ooked, bright, golden British sovereigns.

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2 HIS KAME WAS DENNIS. The money represented, besides his fare, all his old mother bad been able to scrape together for him. Those sovereigns represented the savings almost of a lifetime. And now, while the son toiled in the new coun try, and saved against the clay that he could bring that mother oYet to live with him,' Mrs. Reardon c ontinued a har
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HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. 3 went on to explain what Confederate money was, and how useless it had been ever since the Civil War. It didn't take Dennis Reardon more than a second to grasp the situation. Sick and dizzy, he lean e d back against the wall for support. "An' the shcoundre l had a badge on!" he "A Governmint badge, at thot." "Government nothing!" retorted the New Yorker "Any one can have a badge made. Say, where you going?" For Dennis, with a sudden yell that would have clone an Indian credit, had darted into the Barge Office. With feverish, sta ring eyes h e searched everywhere in there but not a glimpse could he catch of the swindler who had gotten away with his bright gold en sovereig ns. York City, and Pm an agent for getting help. Five dollars a week for room and board at my place." "That's chape enough," grinned Reardon, to whom, truly, it seemed a most extravagant place "And I've a job waiting for a smart Irish lad st fifteen c19llars a week. Will you take it." "Bedad Oi will!" agreed the green Iris h boy, promptly. "Will you pay me ten dollar s for landing the job for you?" "Is it a s hteady situation?" "Good for all the year around. Have you got the ten dollar s? "Oi hov, admitted Dennis, his eyes flashing suddenly at the remembrance of those Confede rate bills. "Then the job's yours!" cried the stra n ger, gleefully. "Yol1're in luck, lad, a:r:id so am I! Give me your hand on it!" Still half in doubt, Denni s showed his "money" to one of the uniformed attendants. Then, indeed, he realized to the full how shamelessly he had been cheated just at the thresho ld of America. The good-humored grin did not fade from R ear don's It was a f ea rful blow, to be alone wd ,Penniless in a face There was nothing in his eyes to indi c ate what was strange country! But Denni s saw an even worse side to coming. it than that. But something happened, and happened mighty sud" All the savi n 's me mother iver laid by!" he gulped denly. down. Reardon's heavy right hand whizzed through the air. For a few moments he stood there in the Barge Office, irresolute. But, by degrees, the strong, natural courage of the boy came to the front. "What's cracked can gin'rally be minded," he reflected, grimly. Then the smiles came back to his face He was no coward. Though there might be a little ache 'way down in the heart, he would show these Yankees that he came of tbe fighting Reardons of Tipperary, and could sta nd any kind of a blow. "Av Oi get a situation Oi' ll soon have more money thin Oi lost," he smiled, taking heart. Outwardly he was as light-hearted as ever when he came ont of the B arge Office for the second time With not even a cent of change for car-fare, this strapped, green Iris h boy buckled manfully to hi s carpet-bag and determined to walk until he "struck something." That he was destined to do sooner than he had any idea of. There was a yell and the stranger turned, reeled, then pitched forward on his hand s and face. A crowd rushed up in a second There stood Dennis, smiling all o ver, the best-natured looking fello w in the world. Two policemen darted in, one of them pushing back the crowd, while the other laid a hand on the boy's shou lder "Hey, Irish, what d id you thump the guy for?" de manded the policeman "Thoomped him?" chuckled Dennis, pointing to the fallen confidence man. "Bedad, no! He a!lked me t'give him me hand an' Oi absint-moindedly forgot an' closed it whin Oi passed it to him !" "Say, you're 0. K !"smiler] the cop. "You win! The "con" man had gotten to his fee t by this time, but the other policeman grabbed the fellow by the arm. "Diel this fellow get any mone y from you, Iri sh?" de mandecl the second policeman. "He'd l1avc bPrn s hnrnrt itv h e l1ncl.'' grinnril D e nnis. "You get!" Ol'clerecl the coppel' of the "con" man, giving him a r;hove. "If T catch yon hanging round these "Hey, friend!" h a iled a rather rough-looking man, dartparts ngain J'11 play rough-house with you !" ing up to him. Growling. the "con" man s n eaked away. The crowd Dennis, who always liked to face and look f ully at any dispersed the cops sauntered on and Denni s was l e ft mnn with whom he was doing business, halted wheeling alone. Rquarely about, l ooking his man ovel' He was not alone long, though, for a tall man "1\fore Confiderate mone y he'll be havin'," was the way who had been observing the lad from a nearby doorway now the g reen Trish b o y sized tills chap up . R t eppe o up to him. "Looking for a place to stop and a job that'll bring you I "You're from Ireland?" begll.ll this tall young man. good pay, ma y be," hinted the s tranger in an oily way. 'Tis s hmart ye are to guess it," grinned the immi" Sure, 'twill do no harm to till ye thot Oi am," agreed grant. Dennis. "Oh, I know an Irishman when I see one. I'm one my" The n y ou're in luck to have met me," went on the other, self." glibly. "I run one of the finest boardin g-houses in New [ "Thin it's a credit to the ould counthry thot ye are!"

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HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. cried Dennis , looking admiringly at the lithe, athletic fig ure the well-groomed clothes and the general, almost un mis takable appearance of the gentleman. "I'm Larry Fitzgerald s hip news reporter for the H e rald," went on the strang e r. I m not long from Dub lin University." Dennis made a little bow. Iris h people have a strong regard for the men from Dublin University. Just then Larry carelessly di s played h] s reporter' s badge. Hould on!" c ried Dennis, a queer light coming into his eyes for an instant. "Oi've seen wan av th im bits av tiri this If cost me just sovs." Bu t Larry laughingl y agreed to be identified b y the policeman, t h e Barg e Office attendants, or a n y one of the .irian y people around th e re ; Then with but littl e coaxing, he got out green lad the story of the Confederate bills. . Fitzgerald called for a description of t h e but then he. shook his h ead. ) "Th. at fellow isn't one of the reguli.r c r o.vl\s)Ho.i.nid these parts we coi1lq cat_ch.''h1rJi. and i1p. Re won't' be thi s i a3i agajn. .or: the )li,11 trick i s so old and plii',vcd_ out tha t' it's in months that i t's -workeg. around ."Oi wish Oi'd come in yisterday, t hin or to-morrow/' sig hed D e nnis, ruefully. . Bu t in another instant h e >Vas s milin g again. Reardon was too good-natur ed, too jolly, to grieve a ll day about anything. Larry saw that smile and liked the lad b ette r for it. "See here," propos e
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I HIS NAME W .\S DENNIS. 5 certificate of that from a priest who i s a friend of mine, and a grand, good man." "He is that, Father O'Sullivan!" g runted Dennis under hi s breath. Truth to tell, the green lad was beginning to feel home s ick and the allusion to Father O'Sullivan brought a tear or two of loneliness to hi s big blue eyes. "Is he bright, this Irijlh lad of y ours?" asked the foice Great beginnings are often made by tho s e who sta:rt humbly in banking houses. But Denni s was des tined to make hi s beginning in a way decidedly out of the ordinary. CHAPTER II "W!THOUT A CHARACTER." over the telephone. I twas_ in J:une -when found his job. "As bright as a new penny Mr Lawrence. He's a s amBy August a great change had come about in him. ple of the best of the Irish that come over. 'A bit av the He was in the S!!Jlle position, but his fortunes had bet brogue a bit av the blarney a bit av the fisht !' He's goodtered, for Mr. Lawrence, through business principle rather natured courageous and a ll-around good fellow and valthan beHeved in paying liberally the employees uable young man." whom he was obliged to trus t. "I'll have to have a look at your Iris h wonder, FitzgerConsequently, as a bank depends much upon the honesty ald," laughed the voice over the phon e Bring him up at of its night-w:atchmen, Dennis as soon as he "made good," once ha.d been raised to twelve dollars a week. Fitzgerald s peedily had D e nni s and his preciou s carpet-As b e boarded in a flat, with a poor Irish family where bag on a car bound up Broadway. he paid but three dollar s and a half a week, the lad had A ql1eer, almDst laughal:!le . figure De:1;_mfa cut as lie folbeen able to save much. lowed his new friend into one of the biggest handsomest So far, knowing that his mother was not yet suffering office buildings on lower : ... : for anything, our green youi:ig hero carried his savings People turned to J;ioy-ar{d . smile. around with him, an ever-l'eady capital. But Dennis appeared to non e of them. One hot night in August having just made his rounds, He carried himself with dignit y and pride as he strode and found everything snug, Dennis stood bythe street door after Fitzgerald into the outer office of a big banking with Pritchard, the head night-watchman. house on the ground floor "Whew! but it's roasting hot," growled Pritchard, who "My, my my, but it's foine here!" whispered D'ennis, was forty-five and discontented with life as far as he bad in awe, as they stood waiting in tha.t gorgeous countingReen H. room after the reporter had sent in his card. "Is it a "We can't be changing the weather," grinned Denriis, palace, Mr. Larry?" good-naturedly. "A palace of :finance," laughed the reporter Quick to learn new ways, the boy had dropped much of Though Denni s didn t quit e under s tand he asked no his brogue save at times of excitement. questions. "Life ain't a s quare deal at all," growled Pritchard as he lighted a cigar. In a moment more they were summoned into the private It was after one o'clock in the morning, so, while smoking office of the head of the banking house of A. M. Lawrence was against the rules for night-watchmen Pritchard felt in & Co. f b h no danger o eing caug t. Mr. Lawrence looked the boy over carefully, a s ked him Dennis glanced at the cigar with disapproval. It was many questions and carefully read the "charack-ter" from one of his own Irish rules to do right himself and mind Father O'Sullivan for the genuineness of which the rehis own business. porter vouched : "The big bugs with the money can get out of town when Within ten minutes Dennis had been engaged ; at eight August comes along with its bake oven, growled Pritchard. dollars per week, to aid the night-watchman of the banking house "Mr. Lawrence is in town," argued Denni s "Oh, yes, but he's been out of town half the summer. "Eight dollars is it?" cried Dennis, breathlessly, as he And where is he to-night? Sleeping at his club, with an and his valuable friend left the building "Sure, Oi'll save fan going in his room." six av it ivery wake!" "Bad scran to him, av he wouldn't take all the comfort "Not in this country!" laughed Reporter Fitzgerald. be could be payin' for laughed Dennis. "But this job will do well enough until you can fit your"While we have to toil and get along like dogs," went self for something better." on Pritchard, discontentedly. "Oi may be mishtaken," muttered Dennis, "but it sames "Oi dunno so much about that, now/' contended the to me thot Oi don't want annything better!" Irish boy, warmly. "Oi'm tbinkin' you're in luck to be Fitzgerald went to the further trouble of finding the lad gettin' yer twenty-five a week as bead watchman. There's a cheap boarding place. many a Swede along this street that gets not more'n ten He left Dennis there, but called for him in season to dollars." take him down to his place of work for the first night. "But I'm an educated man," grumbled Pritchard. "l

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6 HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. was cut out for better things than twenty-five dollars a week, and sweltering all through the summer." "Now, av ye're cut out for betther things," asked Dennis, simply, "why don't ye get thim ?" "Because, as I tell you, Reardon life iRn't run as a square deal for most of us." "Thin Oi must be lucky," grunted Den nis. "Why?" "Because Oi'm thankful to have me job, and such ele gant pay." "Bosh!" growled Pritchard. That's because you're a Mick, and never had anything at all in the old country." "Oi'm wondering what you had, before you shtruck this job?" Dennis retorted, without taking offense. "Pooh! There's no satisfaction in talking to you," growled Pritchard, and stepped down the sidewalk a bit. Dennis did not try to stop him. "The more some min get, the more they kick, bedad," muttered the boy to himself. "Now, little did Oi think Oi'd have annything as good as this." He glanced with satisfaction down at his neat blue uniform, with the brass buttons. Then he took off his visored cap, glancing with pride at the gilt lettering of the words, "Ass't Watchman." Only the week before the lad had had his photograph taken in that same uniform, and sent a copy home to his old mother. "If only I knew where Nora was, to send her one sighed Dennis. "Oh, Nora, it's me hear-rt ye've set achin' mariy's the day! An' now the ache's bigger thin ever, for whether ye're alive or dead I dunno!" His throat began to feel sore from the choking there, and the mist was in his eyes as the Irish lad glanced 1 across the street. Nora A vleen had been his playmate and later his sweet heart back in the little old parish of Ballykillan. But six months before, Nora had disappeared. She had vanished suddenly, without warning or with word left behind. N oiie in that little Irish village could understand her sudden departure, Dennis least of all. ,., Her brother, Tom Avleen, was known to be in America, though none knew just where. But even had her brother taken or sent for her, why should Nora have gone without a word? "Thot Welshman, Davies, was in Ball yki1lan about that time," reflected Dennis: "An' he left the same day thot Nora disappeared. But Nora was too swate a gir-rl to go with the loikes av him! So there was nothin' about their goin' at the same time. Och! Well I remimber the good big bating ,Oi gave Jamesy Nolan, jist for hintin' that the loikes of Nora'd be runnin' away with the loikes av Davies!" Dennis's throat was getting lumpy, and his eyes wet indeed as he thought of Nora on this stifling August night. "Getting eh, Irish?" jeered Pritchard, coming back to the steps. "What's the trouble?" "How did ye know Oi was homesick?" demanded Dennis. "!1 guessed it." "Thin guess the throuble !" retorted Dennis .i smile breaking out through the mist. As Pritchard passed him the boy dashed the wet fr.om his eyes and looked out on the dark world once more with a smile Two minutes later something happened that drove all other thoughts out of his head. A man approached, sauntering by. He caught sight of Dennis, halted, stared, then came straight toward our h e ro. "Dennis Reardon! Can it be you?" "Davies, the Welshman be me sowl !" gasped Dennis. The other man was holding out his hand. Dennis though he had no great liking for the fellow, took the hand. What if this man should know something abol1t Nora Avleen? "It's glad Oi am t'see ye, Davies," cried the lad, not taking the tro-qble to explain why he was glad "And what are you doing here?" asked the W e lshman, looking at the 'fine manly young fellow and his uniform. "Helping watch and guard this place," said Dennis, proudly. "A good positio.n for a greenhorn." 'Twas Father O'Sullivan got it for me--him an' Larry Fitzgerald," Dennis explained, modestly. "Row long since you've been away from Ballykillan ?" That started the stream of talk. Dennis, with his home sick streak of this night, was glad to talk even to a man he did not like, provided tha..t man had ever been in Bally killan and had known the people there. "Walk a bit down to the corner and we can talk sug ... gested Davies, who. was a big, broad-shouldered Welshman of middle age. Davies would have been a good-looking man had it not been for some hard lines in his face, and his narrow un easy, shifting eyes. "I can't leave me posht of duty," Dennis explained. "Oi'm paid-an' paid well-to help watch these same primises." "Oh, run a long for a.. few minutes, if you want Rear don," broke in Pritchard. "It can't do any harm. Pm here, you know, and there are no more rounds to be made for a while. Run along." That settled it, for Dennis was really eager to talk with Davies. Perhaps he might know something, might have heard something, of the whereabouts of Nora Avleen "Thin Oi'll s9on be back, Misther Pritchard," promised Dennis, eagerly jumping at the permission for he was un der the head watchman's orders. "Take your time, lad," sai d Pritchard indulgently. "There's nothing happening to-night that one man can't watch." Dennis turned and eagerly walked down to th e corner. They stepped just around the corner, where there was some breeze coming up from the North River.

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HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. Davi es, the W e l s hman, who looked decidedly pi:osperous I "Where d'ye live?" asked Dennis. in hi s expensive straw hat, tan ties and clothes of the latest I "I'll send yon my card, with the address on it," prom -patte rn had several questions to ask. iserl the Welshman. Denni s answered them all, easily, as if nothing whatHe shook hands with the boy, then hurried away. e ver were on his mind. Dennis wheeled and mane his way back to the door of But at last h e brought the talk around to Tom Avleen. the banking house. "Did ye iver s e e Tom in this counthry ?" asked the lad. He felt half guilty despif e the fact that he hacl been "Not once," r e plied Davies. by the permission of his chief. "Or his si s ter. Nora?" Pritchard was not s tandin g at th e doorway. "\V'hy, did she come over to this country?" asked Davies, Dennis hastily ent e r e d th e c ounting-room, using his in evident surprise. night-key or the "Oi dunno. She left Ballykillan about the same time All looked well there. 'rhe great safe, locked, stood ye did yersilf. Oi thought maybe you'd be seein her on where passersb y could see it from the s treet. the same shteamer ye came over on, continued Dennis, From th e r e our hero turne d into an inner office covertly watching the W e l s hman's face. "Mr. Pritchard!" be c alled jus t before he cros sed the "No, for I didn't come over for nearly three weeks after thres hold. I left Ballykillan," explained the Welshman. "Wbativer brought ye to Ballykillan ?" asked Dennis, curiously. "Just the love of travel. I've been in your village three times altogether, Dennis." "Oi remimber all three av thim toimes," nodded the boy. "What d'ye do, annyway, in Ameriky, av Oi' m not makin' too bold?" "Why, you know, I was alway s a pretty good machinist, Denni s," r e plied th e W e l s hman. "Oi r e mimber." W e ll, iu thi s c oun t ry, lad, th e r e 's a chance for all kinds 0 s martness. I've bee n getting up new machines and _paten ting 'e m "An invintor, eh?" "Yes, yes." "An' doin' well at it?" "Well, I've made more than a few thou s and at my line," said the Welshman, half boastfully. He reached into a trousers pocket, rather boastfully tak ing. out a thick roll of bills As be did so he displayed the butt of a revolver in bis hip-pocket. "What d'ye carry that thing foi?" asked Dennis. ""The revolver? Oh, to protect my cash. You carry one, too, don't you?" "Yes, because Misther Lawrence asks me to wbin Oi'm on duty for the night. But Oi lave t h e gun in the bank wbin I go home in the morniu'." Davies carried the talk back to Tom and Nora Avleen, and Dennis listened because he was so interested in any talk of his sweetheart. Once or twice be thought of returning to the door of his place of employment. It did not seem so important, however, for he knew that Pritchard was there, and, besides, the head watchman, who could s ummon him by a blast of the whistle, had told him to take his time Two men, seemingly in a hurry, turned the corner. Davie s talked for a minute or two longer, then added: "But I've got to be going. It's bed time Immediately b e stepped into the room. 'l'hen a great weight s e emed to .fall upon his head from behind. He sank to the floor and knew no mor e It was the beginning of broad daylight when Dennis Reardon came out of that trance. How his head ached One searching band went up to that head. 'rhere was a lump there. "Sure, it feels as big as a keg!" groaned the boy. Then he sat up. As he did so h e gave the greates t start of his life. For the door of the smaller safe of the inner office stood wide open. Papers and documents lay scattered all ove r the floor. And there in a chair ju s t b e yond sat W a Lehman Pritch ard, bound and ga g ged. With a cry of horror Denni s leap e d to his feet. In two leaps he was bes ide Prilc liard, snatching out the gag and slashing at tbe ropes that bounJ the head watch man "What happened, man?" c ried the green Irish lacl, ex citedly. "Fine doings!" groaned PritchaM. "Five men here a n d the safe has been opened and loot!ld." "But Oi saw none av this whin Oi came in the room!" gasped Dennis. "It was done while were down the street," gasped Pritchard. "The trouble was here, but you hadn't g<;>t into the room when orie of the scoundrels, hid behind the door, bit you with a piece of gas pipe, I think it was." "We mustn't stand here, loike a pack av fools!" gasped the 'Irish boy, springing to the nearest telephone. "What are you going to do?" "Call up the club where Misther Lawrence lives, an' get the wurrud to him!" "r'suppose that's best," admitted Pritchard. Dennis sent the news a s quickly as he could. 'rhen he and Pritchard took a look into the safe.

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HIS NA.ME WAS DENNIS. Not knowing. what had been there; they could not tell the extent of the robbery, if th e re had really been one. The papers scattered over the floor were registered bonds, lllo rtgages and other kinds of securities that would b e of no rnlue to thieve s Time passed wretchedly for both of these watchmen until a c ab dashed up at the door. Then in dashed Mr. Lawrence, his face white and con vnlsed. "A lot of good it does to, keep two watchmen he raged, as he .ffew into the room. He bent before the safe, only for a few moment s "All the cash that was in there gone!" raged the banker, "Seventy-two thousand dollars in cash stolen. Oh, you great blockheads, how did it happen?" I )Vas pounced upon from behind,'' explained Pritchard, stammeringly. "How the scoundrels got in here I don t know. But they bound and gagged me, and I had to watch, helplessly, while they went through the safe." "Where was Dennis Reardon?" thundered Mr. Lawrence. "He had slipped away for a little while down the street." "Ye tould me I could go!" cried the Irish lad, anxiously. "Never said anything of the sort,'' grumbled Pritchard. "You just went before I knew it." Dennis gasped. "So this is the way you have been attending to duty, eh, Reardon?" glowered the banker. "You idle, faithless, worse than useles." fellow!" "D'ye mane t'say that ye niver tould me Oi cud go?" raged Dennis, glaring at the lying Pritchard. "Of course I didn't," snorted Pritchard. "Oi'll bate the truth out av ye, thin!" quavered the boy. His clenched, he made a break for Pritchard. But Mr. Lawrence got between them. "Stop that, Reardon!" he cried, sternly. "This i s no time for quarrels. This safe has been robbed. It wouldn't have happened if you had been faithful to y our trus t. A fortune is gone through here. Get out of h e re! Never let me see your worthless face again! Go, b e fore I forget myself a.nd strike you!" Dennis did not feel that he could struggle or fight with his outraged employer. Sullenly the boy permitted himself to b e forced into the corridor of the building. '"Go!" raged Mr. Lawrence after him. "I hope you have sense enough to know that you're through here. Go!" In a towering but helpless rage, Dennis descended the broad steps. "Discharged!" be glowered within himself. "An' with out a charack-ter, too!" CHAPTER III. "THOT WELSI-Il\IAN." In his first burst of justifiable rage Dennis went straight though blindly home. He got into the fiat wlllle all were asle ep. Trembling, he s h : ipped off his uniform, putting on ins tead his clothing of the clay-tim e "There do be plinty av toime to foind thot blackguar-rcl Pritchard, an bat e him well for his loies !" throbbed the boy, re s entfully "But, in the meantoime, what'll Oi be
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/ HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. 9. He entered the last car of the train, walking thr?ugh with his eyes very wide open. Davies was in a seat in the smoking-car, up at the head of the train. Dennis dropped into the seat behind the Welshman. Again that newspaper came into play before the boy's "Wan thing Oi've seen," muttered the boy to himself. "Thot Welshman kapes his eyes all th' toime on the bag thot he's carryin'. Oi'll do much the same meself !" That early morning train eastward did not ca passengers. At the outset, there were about a dozen men-in the smoking-car. One by one these were dropped at stations on the way, all except Davies and our hero. By way of experiment, Dennis gradually ceased his own snoring, then sat upright again, resuming his pretended reading. But Davies did not stir nor stop snoring. Back of om hero the car door opened. "Oakville!" bawled the brakeman. Denny gave a start when he saw Davies stir ever so little. But the Welshman quickly resumed his loud snoring. The car door was open, the train almost at a standstill. "Now, be me sowl, Oi wish Oi hod Father Ryan here to do me prayin' !" throbbed the Irish lad, as he cautiously stood up. Davies was still breathing heavily. Leaning forward, Dennis saw that satchel resting on the seat between the Welshman and the window. Never had a youngster seemed fonder of reading! Dennis kept that paper before his eyes all the time. Yet, with the point of a pin, he had slyly pricked hole -fully. w, the saints be wid me!" ejaculated Denny, prayer through the paper. Tiny holes, indeed, they were, but there were many <>f them, and through them Denny could watch the Welshman every moment of the time. Once in a while Davies turned around to look behind him. But always he found that newspaper before the face of the traveler in the seat to the rear. And then at last wily Dennis lay back in the seat, his head low, as if asleep. He had spread the over his face as if to shut out the light, but through the pin-holes he could see his man perfectly. Two or three times Davies turned to regard his fellow passenger curiously, but always that newspaper lay over the face. I Then, for good measure, Denny began to snore softly. Fifteen minutes after Denny began snoring, the only other passenger in the car was doing the same: "Is thot to fool me?" wondered the quick-witted Irish boy. He listened, carefully, though not once forgetting to keep up his own snoring. Davies' snoring became louder and louder, being inter rupted now and then by a snort or a start. Denny began to think that the Welshman's slumber was genuine enough. The conductor, passing through the car, believed both his smoking-car passengers to be sound asleep. He smiled at them and passed on. Feeling the train begin to slow up, as at a station, Den nis Reardon became suddenly very restless. "Oi wondher av thot Welshman's sleep is the rale thing?" I he quavered. "Av he fools me now Oi'm in a bad way with me charack-ter." For Dennis was now fully convinced that Davies was one of the thieves of the night. Moreover, our hero felt very certain that at. least s "ome of the plunder was being carried in that satchel. Stealthily an arm stole forward over the seat-back. Down went Denny's hand, the fingers closing tightly on the handle of the satchel. With no hurry, but much stealth, Reardon brought the satchel up over the seat-back. Still the Welshman did not stir. In a twinkling Denny turned and stole out of the car. He gained the depot platform just as he heard a startled roar from the smoker: "Oh, where? What? Let me out! Stop him! Stop thief!" Then Davies'-feet could be heard flying down the aisle of the smoking-car toward the door "Stop the thief! Catch him! He sat right behind me!" bellowed the angry Welshman. From a score of car windows the passengers thrust out their heads to look at fugitive Dennis Reardon! CHAPTER IV. THE HONEST, IRISH HEART. Through the open door of the empty station bolted Den nis, with never a look backward. Right across the past a road, stood the great oak forest after_..w.hicll th place was named. Into the depths of th forest plunged the boy, while ex cited passengers bawl all at once to Davies, informing him where the "tljef had gone. N aturally.,.....w-i-tll so many voices shouting at once, the Welshman peard none of them plainly. 1 But, after a slight pause, the fr'antic one got the idea. He, too, darted through the station and into the forest. :But Denny, some distance into the woods, now dropped into the middle of a clump of bushes where he lay, panting, close to the ground, saw the Welshman. Davies, after a brief, frenzied halt, hurried onward. "Glory be!" cheered Denny. "He's takin' wrong road!" But the Welshman, fa. ncying he had caught sight of a flying figur e in the shadowy depths of the forest beyond,

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10 HIS :N" AME WAS DENNIS. was now rapidly putting himself at greater and greater dis I With trembling fingers drew out all the wealth, heapstances from his grinning prey. ing up pile after pile of greenbacks on the table. ")'fay yer wind niver give out, an' may ye run for c Then, his eyes dancing, he fell to work counting up the hundred years !" chuckled the boy. money, which was largely in fives and tens. Of course, the train could not wait, n o r were any of the At l ast his task was completed. passengers interested enough to leave the train for the pur"Eighteen thousand dollars!" he gasped. suit. His first feeling was one of intense disappointment. Denny lay where he was for three or four minutes. He had hoped to find l}.ere all the loot taken from the Then to his joy he heard and saw a west bound train safe of Lawrence & Co." steaming up to the depot. "Eighteen is wan foorth of siventy-two,' he muttered. He clambered abo a r d the train, pulled down a shutter on "Av thot Welshman got bis share only, thin there were the forest side and watched through the narrow space unfoor min in the robbery! Och Oi wish Oi could foind derneatb. the other three as easy!" But up to the time that the train got out of sight Davies But then another thought came that made the boy jump did not reappear. again. "It's lost ye are, noi;v !" throbbed the boy. "Av thot Welshman is in wan av these jobs, he s in How he longed to peep into that satchel! others An' av thot's so, he'll be meetin' the sbcoundhr e ls Cautiously he tried the catches. thot help him in it. Is Hick's Harbor where they meet? Rut the satchel was locked tight. Or is it where Davies lives? Bedad, Oi'll know thot be" A sharp knife'll be a key, in the right place, Oi'm foor manny hours have gone by!" thinkin'," the Irish lad throbbed. But, first of all, his throbbing brain was thinking of It was torment not to be able to solve the problem. other things to done. Had he captured the funds that had been stolen from Gathering np the money anc1 hiding it, Denny rang for the safe of Lawrence & Co.? a hotel servant. He could not hope to know until he reached the R e clusion Re ordered paper and an envelope, and pen anrl ink. of his own room. Als o he gave the man money with which to buy wrapping paper and sealing wax. But, though Denny's head pained him, and his eyes ached "This i s where his riverence, Father Ryan, helps me for sleep, there could be for him I!O such thing as slumber until he knew 1 out," muttered the Irish lad, as he s at down to write a It was an accommodation train, and of the slowest kind. Yet, of course, it had to arrive at Long Island City at last. Over the ferry traveled Dennis, with never a thought that Davies might have telegraphed ahead to the police to arrrRt him. Dennis reached New York City. "An' now, be the shortest route, to me r ,oom !" he thrill ed. He was about to board a street car that he knew woul d takr him to his room. Th.en, a sudden thought striking him, he drew back. 'Not this morn in'," he grimaced. "Misther Lawrence mny be afther thinkin' thot Oi had more'n Oi did to do 1rid last noight's 1 affair. Re may be havin the police watchin' me place av livin'. The police may be on the lookout to arrist me. Sure, what'd they say if they caught me wid a bag containin' all the money?" So he took a car in another direction, riding until he came to a cheap looking. hotel. Here he went inside and engaged a. room, paying for it in advance. He could hardly wait until he found himself alone in the room, and the door locked. Then he wliipped out his knife, feverishly cutting open the side of the leather satchel. Greenbacks! A load of them! It seemed to Dennis Reardon as if there had never been so much money in the worl d I letter. It was addressed to Mr. Lawrence. who Joiew how to write very well, soon had his epistle finished. In the letter he told i\fr. Lawrence that he had run on the track of one man whom he had thought to be one pf the thieves, and that he had recovered a quarter of the booty. "And I'll have the other three, if it's in human power, and hea"Ven helping me, Mr. Lawrence," young Reardon went on. Hi s letter wound up with: "I am sending you, sir, all the money except twenty dollars, which I have taken out to buy me new clothes. If the thief has a description of me it will be by my clothes. I shall buy clothes that look nothing at all like what I have on at this minute." Then, with a promise that he would not come near his late employer until he had cleared the whole matter up, Dennis signed his name in full. Then he fell at work wrapping up money and letter together in the thick paper that had been brought to him. This clone, he sealed it very securely with the sealing wax. "Denny, me lad, there is money enough here under yer hand so thot ye could live on it the rest av yer clays," he murmured. Then young Reardon laughed at the thought.

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HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. 11 There was not blackness enough in the honest, Irish heart I He could see the head of the banking house and the that beat within him to make such dishonesty possible. I priest puzzling their heads as to the lllanner in which a "Av ye're nover rich until ye shta le it, thin ye'll be a I green Irish lad had recovered and returned a part of the long toime har-rd up, Oi'm thinking," he smiled. stolen booty. The slashed-up satchel he tossed into the closet in the Then came another swift thought, occurring for the first room time-a thought that made him jump. Then, after wrapping the heavily sealed package in more ''What av the money in thot satchel didq't belong to wrapping paper, the boy left the room and the hotel. Misther Lawrence? Bedad, what av it was Davies' own With his mind easier, now, he boarded a car and went money?" on his way toward the parsonage of Father Ryan. Dennis gasped and choked. Father R yan -fa s a rather s hort, broad-shouldered, some-It was the first time that even an inkling of such a what fat man of fifty, who lived in a section of New York thought had occurred to him. where he had the care of the souli:; of many of the newly "Begorra, thin Oi'm the manest thafe !" arrived immigrants from Ireland. Dazed, white-faced, parched in the mouth and trembling, Jolly by nature, and as indulgent a s his duties as priest Dennis hurried from the statio n. allowed him to be, Father Ryfln was a great favorite with Air! He had to oe out in the open. all the boys and youths of his parish. For Dennis, r ea red by his mother and Father O'Sullivan To Denni s he seemed the grandest pri est iu the world, to regard honesty as the greatest virtue that a man can to Father O'Sullivan. possess, felt as if the earth were moving away from under Denny reaching the parsonage, ran up the s teps and him. pulled at the bell. "What av s htolen au honest man's mo:ey. Och! Almost in the same instant the front door opcnet1, for Wirra wirra There's dap.ger aven in being honest, me Father Ryan was on the point of going out. lad!" Oh yer riverence," panted Dennis, darting into the ;Feverishly, Dennis walked a few blocks through Long hallway, 'tis glad Oi am thot Oi found yer riverence at Island City. home . 'Tis a great thing Oi have to tell ye!" But the heat of the day drove him back to the depot. Seeing from the lad's excited mann e r that the news He was too heated inside to stand a long tramp in such really was important, the priest closed the door, the n led weather. the way into his little parlor. "Bedad," he groaned," Oi'll niver know another minute s "Oh, yer riverence," panted Denny thrusting the packpeace until Oi know that Davies is a thafe !" age into the priest's hands, "there's a fortune in real money In his excitement he forgot his train until too late. in this paper. Sind it, yer riverence, to the man whose By the time he thought of it his train had gone. name is written on the package. 'Tis sto len money, yer There would not be another for more than three hours. riverence, an' Oi'm off after the rest av it!" He wanted to go back to New York to consult with "Stolen money!" cried the priest, s ternly. "Dennis Father Ryan about what had best be done. I Reardon you're not telling me that you're a thief?" Yet he dreaded to make the trip. "A thief, Father Ryan? Niver! niver But now Oi'm "His riverence isn't the kind av a man to slape on a off afther the real thieves! Don't lose the money, yer rivmatter," groaned ihe boy. "He has sint the money long erence Don't stop me-please!" ago. 'rt is in Mi s ther I1awrence's safe be this toime !" The lad darted from the room and from the house. So, full of doubts and uncertainties, Dennis hung about "Dennis! Dennis Reardon! Come back here, I say !" the depot. shouted the priest. There was a restaurant there, but he forgot to eat. But Dennis, even if he heard, did not stop in his mad "There's wan thing to it," he told himself. "Av Oi foind flight as he turned down the street. Davies ain't a thief, thin Oi!ll tell him the truth, an' own A block away he slowed down to an easier speed up, av Oi have to go to jail for it!" Several blocks away he went into a clothing store. Late in the afternoon he caught a train for Hick's Here he bought a new outfit of clothing, as different as Harbor. coi.ild be from what he wore. It was.just dark when he arrived there. Then he made fast time to the Long Island ferry. "An' now thot Oi'm here, what'll Oi do at all, at all?" Again he bought a ticket for Hick's Harbor. he wondered, But this time he had half an hour to wait for his train. "It won't be lon g before Oi'll be at th' bottom av this thing!" he quivered. "An' may his riverence forgive me whin he knows all av this matther Tis shma ll polit e ness Oi showed him t' his face!" He could picture Father Ryan, probably at this moment, in the private office of Lawrence & Co. CHAPTER V. "THE SW.A.TEST COLLEEN!" Since he had come to Hick' s Harbor on a business that concerned the Welshman, Davies alone, it soon occurred to Denny Reardon that the most sensible course would be to find out where his man lived or was

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12 HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. Harbor was such a sinall place that not more than or eight cottages were visible from the depot. Where's the town?" asked the Irish lad, of the young 1 ooking station agent. I ''What town?" queried the station man, smiling. "Ah, now, what town do you think Oi'm a s kin' afther ?" "How s hould I know, Irish?" same to be shmart enough to gu ess thot Oi'm Irish." "I can see that right before my face laughed the station agent "Thot's more'n ye can do with Hick s H a rbor." "Oh, it's Hick's Harbor that you want to find, eh, boy?" "Oi'm glad ye see thot .Oi'm not a gir-rl,'' grinne d D e n ; nis, good-naturedly "Yes, it's Hick s Harbor thot Oi'm afther findin'." ''We ll, if you go off up that s treet over the r e,. about a quarter of a mile, you'll find two stores, with th
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HIS NAME WAS DENNI_S. 13 It w a s a fac e of the purest, most striking Irish beauty But Nora, with a gla d laugh, wati holding out both her that the light of the lamps revealed. hand s to him. There were the perfect featu r es; olive, yet not dark, was "Thin ye are glad io see m e Nora, darlin' ?" he cried, th e delicious skin eag er ly. The s hining black hair and dark, dee p-blue eyes of the "Glad? Oh, Dinny!" Irish c olleen at her best. He drew her to him She rested her head against his Only one thing was lacking that Denny once had seen s houl der, and he knew there were tears in her eyes. there. The laugh seemed to have faded from those sweet "What is it ye're doin' here, asked the lad. eyes. I "Sure, ye're not the woife av Davies?" In fact, the girl, who was hardly past sixtee n s i ghed "What? Him?" asked the girl, with scorn in her tone. jus t a s she passed the bushes. "Not thot he has not tried to make me such," she added. Denny again choked, his whol e being thrilling. "Oi'll go bail he has!" cried Denny, wrathfully. "But, "But maybe 'tis only a sight av ould Oireland s h e's Nora, darlin', what took ye from Ballykillan so suddin ly?" lonely for," choked down the lad. "Let us Wfl,lk down the strate a bit, Denny, gossoon," re Nora had gone slowly by. plied Nora, with a strong touch of tenderness in her tone. Now, with all the stealth of the tiger-and at that mo"Oi wouldn't be wantin' the folks from the house t' see ye." m ent th e r e was much of the tiger in Denny R!')ardon-he "An' they'll not want t' be seein' me, av they've started s tole from th e bushes anny tears in yer eyes, Nora. Oh, Nora, as swate and good On tip-toe h e went after her, his hands reaching out. as iver The best medicine me eyes ever had." He caught her, his hands over her eyes. "An' how long have ye been over, Denny?" asked Nora, "Nora, ye s watest colleen, guess who it is!" he cried, her brogue fading as she regained control of herself. eagerly. "Two months." She checked a scream, which became a gasp. "Not long enough to forget the blarney," she smiled. "Let me go!" she cried, struggli ng. "But, Nora, twas niver blarney whin Oi tould ye how "Niver a let, Nora, till ye name the gossoon thot has his swate ye was. Sure, Father O'Sullivan said as much, and two hand s over y e r handsome eyes!" he's no liar, tl1e s aints be good to him! Bu.t h ere we are, 'Tis some wan from the ould town!" cried Nora, her talkin' about iverthing except the wan thing Oi want to courag e c oming bac k to her. know. How came ye here, Nora? An' what made ye lave "W hat town are ye thinkin' av, colleen?' us s o sucldin? With no word, at all, at all?" "Bally killan." "My brotl e r i s with Davi e s Nora answered, as they "Roight !" seate d the mselves on a i::tone wall on the other sid e of the J ora r e main e d qui e t not s peaking or try ing to g e t the s treet, D e nn y s till holding one of h e r hands and looking h a nd s from h e r eyei;. wors hippingly into her s weet face. '';:-)peak c olleen!" c1:ie d th e l a d tre mulou sly. "Who i s it "Has yer brother changed his name, too? fr o m Ball y killan ?" N p ra looked s o hurt that Denny felt s tabb e d to the s oul. Dann y Regan ? "Yes," s h e s aid, flus hing and hanging h e r head. "Who?" ntt r r e
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HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. was doing :fine, and soon we' d be able to go back to Ireland, with money enough for all our days. Tom wrote me to say nqt IIword about where I was going to anybody. He wrote he'd explain when I got here. Davies took me to Dublin, and there he put me in the care of a woman who brought nie over here. Then Davies brought me out here to Tom." "An' what was Tom's expla.nashun, darlin' ?" "I've still to hear it." "What, colleen? Ye don't know yit ?" "Not yet," answered the girl. "There's something quare about it all," muttered Denny. "But, annyway, ye're under the protiction av yer brother." "My half-brother, you know," Nora interposed. "'Tis nearly the same thing, darlin'. Ye had the same father. An' Tom, is he good to ye?" "Ob, yes. But he wants me to many Davies." "Bad _luck t' thim both, then!" cried Dennis, hi s eyes flashing. "But I never will," declared Nora "Av course ye won't darlin'. There' s a gossoon in the world named Denny Reardon." "Be still, won't you?" begged the girl, trying to draw her band awa y from his, but Denny held on tightly. "What does 'rom Avleen do with Davies?" he asked. "Works in a shop they have fitted up in the house. Tom always was a good machinist, you know." "Oi know. And so the two av thim work at machines, do they?" \ "They do somet hing about inventions. I don't know what it is. But they seem to make plenty of money, and Davies is a rich man through the things he's invented. Tom makes plenty od' inoney, too. You see how he decks me out." "Thin Tom bought these foine things?" askeC! Denny, half jealo'usly. "D'ye think, Dinny Reardon, Oi'd be afther lettiU: Davies buy thim ?" cried Nora, snatch ing away her hand, this time, in her rage. She s tood befor e him with blazing eyes. "Anny toime ye want t' git mad with me, darlin'," pro tested D e nnis, humbly, "jist remimber thot Oi' d kiss the ground yer feet walked on I" "You always were a good boy, Denny," replied the girl, seating herself again. "Have ye iver been in thot machine-room?" Dennis a s k ed, thoughtfully. "Never! Davies and Tom never allow any one thereexcept men who come to see them on business." "Oi'd give annything but Norat' see the inside av that room," mused the lad. Then and there he made up his mind by hook or cro.ok, to see the room where Tom Avleen and Davies, the Welsh man, did their mysteriou s work. "Nora Nora called a voice that carried the young immigrant back to Ballykillan. 'Tis Brother Tom, callin' me from the house I" cried the girl, rising quickly. "I must be going, Dinny." "Darlin', say niver a wurmd thot seen me here this noight." "Why?" asked the girl, opening her eyes. "Oi can't tell ye now, Nora, but promise me." "Then never a word'll I say until you open my lips yourself," promised the girl, placing both her hands in his. "Faith, Oiid rather put mine on thim just now," trembled Denny, as he looked at her. Nora trembled, drew It was not for her to per mit favors lightly. Then suddenly, blushing, she bent forward. Denny kissed her, and felt that there was no need of seeking heaven. It was right here! "Nora! Nora!" "Coming!" she called back, through the darkness. Once more Denny caught her and kissed her. Then h e let go her hands, whispering: To-monow night, Nora, sweetheart, just afther dark!" he whispered. She nodded as she turned to trip away. And left Dennis Reru:don there altogether too happy. for words. For he understood what that sudden permission to s natch a kiss meant. It was Nora's pledge that the Welshman, Davies, should never win her by wealth, attentions or in any other way. "The swatest colleen in a.11 the world!" murmured the lad joyfully, as he saw that white robe va. nish in the darkness beyond the gateway. CHAPTER vr. CAUGHT AT THE MUZZLE. Sweet as the game of hearts was, even when played with the prettiest and dearest girl in the world, Dennis had other and sterner matters to think of. If he could solve the bank robbery mystery that offered the fust chance of getting his "character" back. On the other handi if he could not prove Davies one of the thieves, then he, Dennis Reardon, was 11thief in having taken the satche l from Davies. 'Tis a bar-rd and troublesome thing to think out," mut tered the boy, uneasily. "Wirra Av Oi could but a look in thot room, thin maybe 'twoulc1 be easier." Almost before he und erstood what he was doing, he found himself across the road and in the Welshman';; handsome grounds. darkness of the night favored him. By means of the four incandescent light s that forew their glow down over the broad porch, Denny saw that there was n o one outside. The breeze, in fact, that was comiug in from the ocean, was making the evening stead ily cooler. Dark clouds overhead, and an occasional rumbling of thunder, gave some promise of a storm coming.

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' HIS (NAME w AS DEmrrs. 15 "How'll Oi work it t' get in the house?" Dennis was wondering, as he prowled through tBe grounds He had halted close to-a clump of flowering syringa bushes. As he s tood there he heard some one coming A second glance showed him that it was Davies, hatless, nncl smoking a cigar as he stro lled. "Your pardon, sor," hailed Dennis, stepp in g out from cover. "But, av yer the masther of the place, it's a jol> Oi'm lookin' for." Then he stopped, if overwhelmed by surprise. "Mistlrcr Davies!" he g a sped, in a voice of. prrtended joy. 'tiK quare Oi'd be h1rnin' np nskin' a job qv an old friend Joike you !" "Dennis Reardon?" cried the W c l shman. "The same, M isther Davies," g rinned the lad. "But when I saw you last night yol1 had a job in the city!" cried the Wel shman. "Sure Oi h ad, an' a good wan, ioo,'' Denny rer,liecl "But, J\fisther Davi es, whoile Oi was1 talkin' with ye the place Oi worked at was robb ed, an' 't was faired 0i without a charack-ter." "So :vou came here to me?" d e m an ded the We l s hman, ro ldly._ "Oi didn't know 'twas to you," repli e d the boy. "They tould me M:isther Strang lived h ere. They tould me, too, thot Misther Strang was the richest man in the town. So ,;ez Oi to m esilt, sme h e' ll be the more loik e l y to naclin' some koi11Cl av a se 1vant. Do ye, now?" Denny asked, anxious ly. "For ye know me, i'.fr. Davies and ye lmow Oi've a good c harack-t er. But nobody else' ll give me a chance, because Oi can't s how a written cha rack-ter from the l as ht p l ace." Though he spoke with thP greatest earnestness, Denni s realized that the Welshman was watching him keen l y through tho se narrow, cunning s l its of eyes. "How did you ever h ap pen to pi.ck out Hick's Harbor, Reardon?" demanded Davie s. 'Sure Oi was thot de s perate t' get a long way from N' York thot Oi asked the man at the s tation to give me a ticket to a place a Jong way out on th' road,'' re plied the lad, g l ibly. "The man, he named over severa l pfaces an' Oi seemed t' lik e th' name av Rick's Harbor. An' so Oi came h ere, Misther Davies Did it mane luck to me?" He l ooked artless l y into the Wel s hm an's eyes as he this quest i on ''I don t know/' r ep l ied the other. "I don't think of any help that I need. Denny, why don't you go W est ? That's the only country in these day s where a gree n Irish lad has the best c hance. Now, if you'd like to go, and will go at once, rn let you have fifty dollars to go with." Rut Dennis R ho ok his head. "Why not, now?" cried the Wel shman, impatiently. "'Twould be on borrowed money, Misther Davies." "What's wrong with that, boy?" "No good comes av borrowin' money." "Hang it, then, I'll give it to you." But Dennis drew himself up proudly. "Thank ye, :M:isther Davies Oi'm not askin' for cha rity. 'Tis a job Oi want. llfaybe, av Oi could sec Y[isiher Strang-" Dennis put this in a r tfu lly, but the Wel shman c u t him s hort, and angrily, too 1 "Hang your impudence, D e nny, you know that I'm Strang!" "Sure, how can thot be?" asked Denni s, with well pre tended surprise "How can Davies be Strang?," "Oh, it's a little matter that you wouldn't understand, Denny Reardon. J'vc had to take an Ame ri can nam e in order to get my patents out through the Government." "Oh, Oi see !" sa id D ennis, noel cling his h ead, thought fully. '"l1hin ye wouldn't be wantin' me to say thot Oi . I knell" yer nam e was Davies?" The Welslnrnm threw away his c igar with a snort of im patience "Rest aisy, l\[istber Davies. Not a wor-rucl'll Oi whisper. 'Tis not me shou ld be cloing anything t' spoi l yer patents on yer invintions." 'rheWcl shman was thinking, and thinking fast. How to get rid of this green Iris h lad, ancl make sure of hi s c l osed month ? And then a.nother thought came that made Davies fairly jump in siclc His satche l hAcl been take n on the train that morning. C!onlcl Dennis hav e had any connection witfa. or knowledge of, that -affair ? "\rhat kind of a joh do you want, Dennis?'' he sud denly: "Annything at all, JUisther Davie s.' "What can yol1 do?" "Annything tl}ot a strong lad can clo." "Come into the house." "Thin ye'll give me a job?" "I can't promise that, but I >rant to talk with you." The \Yelshman led the hoy no t np to the fro n t door, but around the house to a s ide door. If Denni s t h ought this Romewhat st range, he did not comment upon it. "This i s my little prirni.e office, away from the rest of t.he h ouse," mentio n ed the W e l s hman, as he l e d the boy into a room. 'T'he place lo oked lik e a combination of office, lounging room and smoking -room. It was an apartment some eighteen feet s quare. 'l'h ere was a telephone at th e d esk, and the r e were s ofas and easy-chairs, \ rhi l e on a tab l e in t h e cente r of the room were smokers' artic les. 'Tis a foine little bit av a p l ace," commente d Dennis, admiringly "Now, what happened to your job in the city?" asked Davie s, standing near his desk and su rveying the boy through nearly closed ey.es.

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16 HIS N.Al\IE WAS DENNIS. Dennis gave a wholly straightforward account of what had happ e ned save for his own subsequent part in shadowing this man before him. "Do the bank people think they have any clew to the robbers?" asked the W elshma:ri. "Now, how should Oi know?" demanded Denny, "whin Oi wai:; foired as soon as the boss got to hi s office." "I didn't know but you might have heard." "Sorra a wurrud," replied Denny. "An' 'ti s littl e Oi want to hear, for 'twas thim doings thot took away me job an cl me charack-ter." "But haven't you looked in the newspapers?" "Niver a paper." Then you know aboslutely nothing of what the bank people think?" "Only what the boss sa id." "Oh He s aid something, then?" '"l'oo much, l\fisther Davie s." "vVhat did he say?" Twas to the effict thot Oi was the biggest blockhead in the wurruld." "Did he send for detectives?" "Oi didn't shtay long enough to see, sor." "Did y ou h ea r that the bank had got part of the money back again ?" Davies shot this question out with sudden energy. As he did so, though his own eyes were very nearly closed, he watched R eardon's eyes closely. "Now, did they get some av it back?" cried D'ennis. He could not restrain that first little jump of joy, for his first thought was that the Welshman must have seen something about it in the evening papers. "You don't know anything about that?" persisted the Welshman. "Niver a wurrud But Oi hope tis true." "Why?'' "Because, thin, Oi should stand a betth er chance av getting a charack-ter from the bank people." '1Why?" "Because they'll be feeling pleasanter." Davies turned away, then wheeled back quickly. A revolver fl.ashed in his hands. There was a flash, a puff of smoke at the muzzle. Staggering forward, thro win g up his hands, Dennis pitched and fell to the floor. CHAPTER VII. "POOR J,ITTLE NOR.A-IN THIS J,lFE !" Denni s lay as he had fallen, on hi s face, s till and quiet. For the first few moments Davie s did not stir. Nor clid he loirer the pistol, from the muzzle of which the R mok e still cmled soft l y upwards. Th e Welshman appea rcil transfixed. H e Reemccl ove rcome with horror over the fir st killing that it had rver been his l ot to do. Then after a bit, h e s hook himself, roused =======---_-_:::.-_-__ '. With a short gasp, h e crossed the floor, s(ancljng over that motionles s body. "I wonder if I was a fool?" muttered the Welshman. He stood looking at that still form. "Maybe he knew too much, and maybe h e didn't know a thing," muttered Davies, barely aloud. "Anyway, i we can get rid of this carcass my mind will be easy over him." He knelt over the boy for an instant. No sound of breathing, no moan of pain came from the green Irish lad. "Never knew what hit him,'' murmured Davies. "He's dead, all right I" Then, horrified by the sight of that still figure, he stole on tiptoe across the room. Opening the door, after thrusting the re'!"olver under a sofa, he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door, the catch securing it. The in stant that he was gone, Denni s sa t up, winking at the nearest wall. "A close call, be me sowl !" throbbed the lad. "Av he'd a-felt me pulse--wow !" Ricing, Dennis tiptoed over to the wall, back of where he had been sta nding at the time of the shot. "Thot piece av lead went jist past me ear. Oi should a-thought he d have seen the bullet-mark on th' wall." Dennis blinked at the marred wall. He shivered when he realized what that bullet would have done had it been fired two inches truer to the mark! 'Tis a bad tim.per thot Welshman has," he observed, grimly. He listened, and heard Davies, down the hall, explaining to some one: "It was an accident, but no harm was done. I was looking at a pistol that I keep in my desk. It went off, but I escaped harm." "An' so did Oi-good luck t' me shadder !" chuckled the Irish lad. Then, as h e heard no more in the hall outside, andnatur ally concluded that it was deserted, he tiptoed over to the door. As has been stated, the door was locked, but the catch was on the inside of this office room. Dennis had only to turn the catch and the door opened readily. He peeped out into the hall, but could see no one. "Oi was wishin Oi was in th' house," he grimaced. "Now, thot Oi am here, Oi may as well make the most av me chance!" Closing the door,. after setting the catch so that he could retreat back into the office if necessary, Dennis stepped softly down the hall. Doing so, he came to the foot of a stairway. "The shop thot Oi'm so curious about must be upstairs," he reflected. "Shall Oi thry to foind it? Oi moigJ1t as well." Up the stairs he went on tiptoe, and never were young s ter s cars keener

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.HIS NAME WAS DENNIS. "Av Oi m e e t the blackguar-rd this toime/' he reflected, "Oi have the satisfaction av knowin thot his gun is dpwn in th' office, undher thot sofa. H e can't shoot. Whin it comes to fists b e twe e n the pair av us Oi'm thinkin' thot Welshman'll draw th e sec ond prize!" Thus, n o t afraid for his life Dennis had only the cau tion of t he curious to observe. Down a t the further e nd of the hall he heard low voices on o t her side of a door. Dennis approached, examining that door. It h ad a spring lock on it, like the office d2or downstairs. "Now, maybe thot's th' shop," thrilled the boy. Another door, open, was close to this closed door. As Dennis heard some one trying the knob of the closed door he darted in behind the open door. He was biding there, in the semi-darkness, when he heard the foot s teps of two people passing toward the stairs. He heard them descending. In a twinkling more Denni s Reardon was out in the hallway. Eagerly he tried the door that had the spring lock on it. As hi s ear had tdld him, when he was hiding, that s pring lock had not quite caught. A jiffy more and Dennis was in the room out of which the other two had just come. Four or five incandescent light s all turned on, threw a strong gla're of light over the place Dennis's very soul throbbed with joy. Tis where they do their invintin'," he exclaimed, gleefully. There were three work-benches in this room. At the two smaller benches were lathes, such as may be found in an y fir s t-class tool-shop. But the third bench, the largest of all, which stood in the middle of the room, was littered with many pieces of steel in various stages of manufacture. On these pieces the lad's eyes rested with eager intelli gence. "It s ames to me, he thrille
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