On the "lobster shift", or, the Herald's star reporter

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On the "lobster shift", or, the Herald's star reporter
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De Witt, A. Howard
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t . -A-BOMPtEf[ SJORY-.............. "So you wrote that roast, did ye?" roared. -Spike Di1llivan. "A has-b ee'n, am I? I'll show yel" Biffl Len was on his back, dazed, jolted-done up! I'll teach you. a lesson in manhood, you cur!" groaned the young reporter


WEEKLY A CO]W'PLETE .ST01tY, EVERY luuetJ lVeekitf-Bll SubaorlpUon ,2.50 per 11ear. Entered according fo .tot of Congreaa, in the 11ear 1906, in the office or the Lfllrarlan of Oongreat, Waahlngton, D. 0., 1111 Fr

ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." top of his desk. He was waiting for the first morning But then Jitn Curtis was only a lobster city editor! papers to read. He proved himself a very wide-aw1,1ke one, though, a few "Pemberton thought he was smart," growled News Edimoments later when the telephoM bell rang. tor Randall, as he threw a bit of typewritten tissue paper "Hello! Yes. Yes. All right. Sam Devere? Copeinto the waste-basket under the table. land's. Thank you. Good-by. Brown!" "Oh, it's all right to josh the lobsters," murmured one Len was on his feet before Curtis had hung up the reof the assistants. "I'll do it 1 if I ever get off of thi1:1 and ceiver. on to the regular shift." "Brown,' you know who that young fool, Sam Devere, is, "Then I'll see to it that you never get off this shift," don't you?" demanded the city editor, looking keenly at growled Randall under his breath. "Lem Brown, go out our hero. and take a nap in the waste-basket! It makes me nervous "Yes." to see you fidgetting around like that." "Who is he, then?" Len, with a smile over his shoulder, stepped out into the "Why, I suppose you mean the son of the great steel city room, which is the room set aside for the city newi:1king, :Richard Devere. Sam is a fool young man who has gatherers. too much money to spend. Re goes about town giving big It is worth while taking a look at Len as he sits at his dinners, buying wine for all sorts of people, and hangs out desk. with a lot of fellows who call themselves sports, who drink Len was a little past seventeen. He had struck the his wine, borrow his money, and play him for a chump all great city not so many weeks before, having just left school the time." and a country newspaper office behind. "That's the young man," nodded Curtis. "Twenty-two He was not a large yonhgste1, as fre.mes and mtuiclf'l,6.go. years old, and a played-out fool. Well, he's been doing it Yet a physical trainer would have seen in him an again. Down at Copeland's all-night restaurant. He was enduring, wiry, and well-knit boy with good athletic in there drinking with two women followers, and had a bilities. fight with Dan Sweeny, the gambler. It was about one of He was a well-enough dressed youngster. His mother thil women. The two men fought all over the place until had seen to that before he let the home town, thon g h it the waiters got 'em apart. Then Sweeny drew a revolver, had taken a good bit of her little s avings. Now Len was which was taken away from him. He swears he'll kill doing his best to pay her back by sending bet three dol-young Devere on sight, and Sweeny has a reputation as a. lars a week out of the twelve dollars that he was lucky bad man, you know." enough to be llble to draw on the Herald's payday. "Want me to go down to Copeland's?" asked Len. Twelve dollars a week! It sounds like "large money" "Yes; and get all you can about the row. Sam Devere to the average working-boy. is a well-known professional fool, and his father's bigness Bht to the young repo1'ter who is trying to push his in the money world ought to make the yarn worth a colway to the front it i3 nothing, Unless he know s all abo1tt trnin tlr :tnore, Get the best you can." saving and buying he will throw himself into Then, as Len hurried across the room, Curtis called debt.' Len was just keepihg on the ra g ged edge Of financ e after him: He was a good-looking boy, brown-haired and blue Q eyed "Oh, Brown!" -a hustler, a man, and a gentleman by dispos ition. "Well, sir?" He had been "saemg life" in these last few weeks of "I hear that Spike Dullivan is around the Tenderloin night newspaper work! What had he not seen in the way to-night.'' of vice and crime in a great At times the boy grew "He isn't never in a better pla c e," uttered Len, disgustsick and tired of !ill j;he sin and mi s ery that come utide1 edly. the ey.es of a hight reporter. "But you know he has threatened to do you up for that "But there's a better side to life,'' he kept telling hi:tn-article you wrote about him.H self. "I'll see the brighter llnd side of life wheh "! know it.." I get promoted off the lobster shift Will that time eve1' "Spike doesn't object to h\osl ol the article, but he's come, I wonder?" prime and sote o'ver that bit i1i which you styled hitn as a For Len knew some of the stat reporters of the Hernld's bac1M1Urrl.ber, has-bt:iefi pti11e-fighter. Spike still thihks regular staff. He longed to become one of them. What he's a star in the fii:\tic world." was much more, he meant to 9e one of them. "He'll know better one of these days/' smiled Len. What chance had he? The same chance that any young "Well, look out for him. Don't let him thump you." man has in any kind of work-the chance that he can "I'm a pretty fair runner, \vhen there's arty object in make for himself, it;'' smiled the young reporter, as he turned toward the "Len Brown's a got>d boy;'' mused the city editor, as he door once more. glanced over to where his newest "kid" sat. "Re does Spike Dullivan, a few days before, had gotten into fairly well in these hours of the night, but I doubt if hej trouble through the very mean business of beating his evet works himself off the lobster shift," aged mother. I


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." 8 He had been arre s ted, :ind Len, in his accoimt of the "Fellows," announced the youth on the back seat of the affair, had piled contempt and ridicule all over the thirdbig car, "I'm thirsty. What say?" rate fighter. "Bottle of wine!" chirped one of the youths. Spike had been around to Herald office with fight in "And there's Durant's over there-just the place to get his eye, and had gotten more i.han he wanted of it. a bottle or two,'' announced the young man. "Come on!" He had been thrown out forcibly by two husky reporters, He got down out of the auto, rather unsteadily, followbut he had left word behind that he knew of Len Brown as ed by the other two. the writer of the article,, and that he meant to "settle" All three went across the street, .the two young men with the youngster. helping to keep Devere steady. But Len was not thinking of that bruiser now, as he "A fine job his poor ould father had, earning and pilin' darted down the stairs to the street. up money for that young galoot to throw about like snow-Instead, he was wondering how he could get the muchflakes," _muttered Cop Hennessy disgustedly. wanted news at Copeland's. For that restaurant, fre-But Len w:as paying no heed to the policeman now. quented by the more foolish part of the city's rich and idle "See here, Nat," he whispered eagerly, "were you down people, was a place where neither manager nor waiters at Copeland's with the crowd?" could ever be induced to talk about any of the numerous "Yes,'' admitted Nat Pryor, disgustedly. "That's what rows and fights that took place there. I get for driving a car for a public garage!" But a reporter has to get news whether he can or not Nat, also a country boy, was even more disgusted than -and he must get it too. his chum with the silly wickedness of a big city. As Len ran out through the street door he stopped short "Did you see the row between Deve:ce and Dan alm9st beside Hennessy, the night cop on the beat by the Sweeny?" persisted Len. Herald office. ('Slightly. I helped to pull young Devere off," Nat re" Av ye do any more speedin' around here," Hennessy tui-n.ea. proclaimed, loudly, "I'll run yez in, and ye can tell the "Say, but this is luck,'1 danced Len. "Tell me all judge afterwards who yer father is." it, Nat, old fellow." Hennessy, very red-faced and indignant, was on the Getting down to the sidewalk, therefore, Nat launched sidewalk at the front end of an automobile that he had into a story of the picturesque fight. hel

4 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." cried Len, jumping up and handing the last sheet of his He took his glass and went over to one of the tables. copy to his chief. "I'll drink this," he reflected, "an

ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." "I wrote the story; all right," Len insisted, r.almly as In about a fortnight Spike won't want more'n one meetever. I ing with me." "So you wrote that roast, did ye?" roared Spike Dulli"Let him alone, if he'll leave you alone," advised Nat, leaping forward. "A has-been, am I? I'll show ye!" readily. "Spike inay be out of date, but there are a few Biff! Len was on his back, dazed, jolted-done up! bad streaks in his hammers yet." "I'll teach you a lesson in manhood, you cur!" groaned "He'll give up the belt when I get after him," laughed the young reporter, as Spike towered over him. Len. "Get up an' do it now!" leered the bruiser. The other bystanders laughed, too. Only Nat did not. "You sneak!" He knew his quiet, resolute chum well enough to know Clutch! A young man hastening in noiselessly in rubthat Len was not joking. ber-soled shoes had halted briskly behind Spike. Spike, after a few growls, had taken himself off into the A pair of strong young arms fastened themselves around darkness. The other bystanders went back to their seats. the :fighter's neck. Len led his chum over to his table. Then there was no help for it. Spike had to go down on his back. As he fell, his young assailant side-stepped and fell on "Your people upstairs, Nat?" he whispered. "Just that," nodded the young chauffeur. "Is Dan Sweeny here ?" the brute. Biffl Thump! days to come. "Search me," protested Nat. "I haven't heard a sound Spike wouldn't look pretty for some of tremble, though." "Foul!" bellowed Spike. "Say, are you a Herald reporter?" demanded the bar keeper, who had come over to the table. He spoke in a low tone, so that the others in the room did not hear. ) 'iN<5w, what put that idea in your head?" smiled Len. that big bruiser, Spike, said you was," claimed the barkeep e r. "Do you generally take your pointers from a fellow like Spike, as if fearing to get up in straight fashion, rolled . Spike Dullivan?" laughed the young reporter. "Foul?" sneered his young assailant. "You never hit anybody anything but foul in your life! That's why they won't have you in the ring. Men who fight fair won't meet you. Foul-you stiff." over on to his hands, presenting his back to the few spec"W ll I l t d t k h th e on y wan e o now w e er you are a retators, who had now come around. t t,, t d th "S t I h d . por er or no ms1s e e man. eems o me ear Swat! Spike got that squarely on the seat of his troud t th t t th' b t him f th . 1 you a m1 a you wro e some mg a ou or e sers--a heavy, sounding blow from a rn the H ld ,, ,. active hands of the barkeeper, who had rushed up with era "Maybe I did," smiled Len. "You can't expect me to his own peculiar weapon. remember all I say." Spike sturr;i.bled forward, tried to recover himself, and His was laughing as he looked up at his questioner. so plunged forward through the doorway, landing on his With a sniff the barkeeper turned and walked away. face in the yard. But just now a door from the hallway back of the bar"Keep out of here!" commanded the barkeeper, swing-room as the proprietor, Cranston himself, stood ing his big mallet. "We don't allow your kind in here, there a moment. anyway." Now the youth who had pounded both of Spike's eyes ran over to Len Brown. But that youth, though a bit groggy, was already get ting up as coolly as if nothing disagreeable had happened. "Thanks, Nat, old fellow," smiled the reporter, stand ing against a table and feeling his throat where Spike's fist had landed. "Spike was only trying to teach me a lesson." "He's learned a coupi. for himself, too," flashed Nat, angrily. "Barkeep gave him one, and I passed over the other. Did he hurt you much?" "Not as much as I'll hurt him, one of these days," smiled Len, coolly. "You? What can you do to him, unless you manage to get him from behind, as I did?" Nat demanded, in ment. "Humph!" snorted Len, contemptuously. "Spike really is a has-been. He'd be nothing but a stiff before any real boxer. Well, I'm going to take lessons and be that boxer. "Good-morning, Cranston," hailed a very quiet voice beyond. "Oh, good-morning, Sweeny," replied the proprietor. The two boys seated at the table caught just a glimpse of a rather undersized man in fastidious black clothes and soft white hat as he passed the open doorway. "I heard friends were here looking for me?" drawled the man addressed as Sweeny. "Don't know of a"uy, Dan," replied Cranston, who was a big, portly, red-faced man. "Devere here?" persisted Sweeny, in the same low, quiet, drawling voice. "Oh, yes. He's up in twenty-two Cranston an swered. "That's the one, I guess, who wanted to see me. I'll just run up. Thank you, Cranston," replied the man with the quiet voice. ' Cranston' closed the door, stepping in behind the bar. Len Brow:n was on his feet in that same instant. Two long bounds carried him to the bar.


6 ON THE "LOBSTE.1} SHIFT," "11fr. Cranston!" he called. "Well ?" demanded the proprietor, turning on the boy with a rather surly face. "Was that Dan Sweeny, the gambler, you were speaking to just now?" Len queried. "Herald reporter," whispered the barkeeper in his employer's ear. "None of your business who it was," snapped Cranston. "You'd better make it your business, then!" quivered Len. "Sam Dever e and Dan Sweeny had a fight in town to-night. They were separated, but Devere heard Sweeny was out here, and came out to find and beat bis man. You know what that mea.ns!" "Good Lord!" quivered Cranston. "Do Dan up? Why, the man don't live .that Dan won't shoot when he's riled: And he 's a dead s hot, too!" "Better get 'em apart if you don't want trouble here," urged Len. Without loss of a second Cranston turned for the door, yanking it open. Flop! Over the bar went L en, at a vault. despite his late knockout. Nat was right at his heels. .. .,:i,_ The two boys raced along the corridor in the Cranston, who darted the first flight of stairs to which he came. "Now we'll settle this. Dan I" screamed the voice ol an angry man. "Put that gun up, you fool!" ordered the fallen gam bler. "You'll be sick over this when you're sober." But young Devere, with a sullen chuckle, raised bis weapon and aimed, to finish bis work of frenzied murder. "Drop that gun!" quivered Cranston, dodging back. But Len hadn't lost a second since breaking into that room. Silently he had stepped around to the rear of the young rounder, who was too intent on his shooting to watch the boy. Clutch! Len had pistol and pistol-wrist from behind. Sam Devere wheeled on the young reporter. "Let go of me and of the gun!" he screamed, as he grip ped angrily with our herb. "If you don't I'll finish you, too!" "Keep still and listen to reason, man!'' counselled Len. "Reason nothing!" screamed the roused young rounder. "Let go, or I'll finish you!" They were fighting all around the room now. Cranston and Nat were looking for their chance to jump in, but feared to rouse Sam Devere to the point of shooting ou? hero! CHAPTER III. THE FUGITIVE FROM JUSTICE. p. . ,.,., "You idiot!" snapped Len Brown, as be fought for the "Hel '" I cry came m a fnghtened voice. J. he shout of f th t t 1 "D lize th t th dd d t th d. possession o a pis o o you rea a you re er a e,, 0 e m. . heading yourself for death in the "9ctric chair?" Not here, they heard Dan s voice protestmg through "Ch th' I" d th th "!' S d C t 'd "di ti" air no mg screame e crazy you m am an open oorway. ome ou s1 e, you i o D .11 b b' d 1 y th f 11 I' "I' ll d t ,,, t d S D evere-mi ions e m me ou re ano er e ow m 0 i now. vaun e am evere s voice. oin to kill! Le ol" Cran s ton was at the open door of room twenty-two by g g gg this time with the reporter and bis chum only a few But Len, pantmg hard, managed to hold on to the gun, feet for which the youth was fighting savagely. Swat! Nat had found his chance to land a blow at last. "For heaven's sak e don't shoot, Sam!'' wailed one of the youths in the party. Struck on the head, Sam staggered back, letting go of "He won't shoot," answered Dan Sweeny's cool voice. the pistol. "Won't, eh?" quavered the voice of young Devere. Flop! Len's quick foot tripped the youth, sending him Bang! The shot came just as the interf erers dashed to his back in a jiffy. into the room. Len slipped the revolver into bis pocket, then flew to There was a groan, a sound 0 something falling. the side of Dan Sweeny. Dan Sweeny lay on the floor, bleeding from a hole in his "We'll have to get some help for you,' quivered the reright breast. porter. "Sam, you drunken idiot!" shouted one 0 pair of Cranston and Nat, too, over the injured young men. one. But neither had dared go too close to the drink-inflamed Heavy steps were heard outside now, and a voice called young fellow. out: Instead both stood back, trembling in their fright, "Room twenty-two, officer!" while young Devere, after a glimpse at his fallen enemy, "The police already," muttered Len, looking up. "I'm chuckled as he stepped nearer. glad of that." "Dan,'' he uttered, thickly, "you'vf} scared a good All eyes were on the open doorway as the policeman many people, and done up a ew in your day. But to-night I bolted into the room. people will be telling each other that you got your finish I "Where's the fellow that done the shooting?" demanded from Sam Devere!" the policeman, hastily.


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." ., "Right th--" began Nat, quickly, wheeling to point tousled hair and clothing only half buttoned, opened the to whe re Devere lay. door. But the gilded youth was no longer ther.e. He had dis"I know this i s a v e ry uhu s u a l hour," began Len, bri skappeared from the room. ly, "but yotmg Devere is in the greatest kind of trouble. "He-he just jumped out," voluntellred one of the two Say that to Mr. Richard Devere_, and add that it's necesfrightened youths, pointing to an open window. sary for me to see him at once!" Policeman and all hands save the injured gambler rush"But--" beg an the man-servant, prote s tingly. ed to the window. ""Yes I kno\ v,'' nodded Len. "But you ll have to wake But Devere, if he had truly gone that way was alread y Mr. Dev er e I s imply mu s t see him. You tell him that lost to sight in the deep shadows that lay over the toacl his s on has committed a crime, and i s a fugitive from jusbeyond. tice." "Ge t someone to look after the wounded man/' ordered "Good Lord!'' ejaculated the man, falling back, surveythe policeman, as he bolted for the door. "I'll try to catch ing our h ero with horr o r s truck eyes the fellow that did the trick!" "Yes it's tou g h, but it' s the truth," insisted our hero. Dan Sweeny, from whom few moans came, was lifted "Te ll him that someone is waiting to see him about his and carried out of this private supper-room into one of the soh. L e t m e in, and hurry!" near-by bedrooms. "Mi ght you have a c ard ?" a s k e d the bewildered servant. One of the was dispatched for a doctor in the "I've got a badge," r e turned Len, gruffly, flashing back neighborhood. the lap e l of h is coat jus t long enou g h to show something "It's me for the telephone," flashed Len to his chutn. g list e nin g t h e re. "Keep your eyes open) Nat." Th e mans e rvant took the badge, as out hero had in" Great story!" sounded Curti s s e nthusia s tic 'Voic e over tend ed, as one belongin g to the police department. the wire, as our h e ro detailed what h a d jus t happened in "Corne in,'' desir e d the fellow,, hi s voice shaking. "I'll this road-hou se. "Give me th e full particulars and I'll take you into the reception room, and then notify Mr. jot 'em down and write up the story. I want you for D e v e r e at o nce." something els e." Len was s h own into a dim, hand some reception room. So Len supplied the of the particulars of the subI Th e servant pressed a butto n that lighted the room urban tragedy over the wire, the. rushed off to see what bri g htly, the n hastil y the doctor had to say ns to Swee ny s condition. l Withi n a coupl e of minutes the man was back again. The wounded g ambler was not very badly injured. He "Mr. Devere is seate d to death,'' he chattered. "Mr. was likely to pull through Unless blood1_)ois oning set in D e vere w ill be d own ju s t a s soon as he can pull some Bi.1t Devere was still at large, being hunted for clothes o n. by the police in the city and in all the towns around. W h e n Mr. Dever e came down the s tairs a :few minutes "Now, Brown, what I want you to do,'' cama Curtis s lat e r h e looked a n yt hin g but s car ed. voice o v er t e lephone wire later on, "is this. Get into H e was a tall, e re c t, white-hair ed, fine-looking old man that elec tri c c ab of yours and travel as fast as you can to of seve n ty with eye s that still s n a pp e d with much of the the hous e of old Richard Devere, the father of this crazy fir e of y outh. young fool. Sam Devere a :fugitive from justice makes a His m a nn e r w a s c alm, even thou g h anxious. great lobster story. What the father of the crazy fool He looke d inquiringly at our h e ro, evidently surprised thinks about it will add a heap to the story. Get to the at finding hi s caller s o youn g house someh.ow-that is, get the old man to talk somel'You brin g m e some word of my son?" he inquired, in how," a full, dee p, c alm voice. Leaving the phone, our hero hurried out to his chum, "Rather!" Len broke in, c ri s ply. told him what was up, then darted for the garage. "What ha s my s on been doing this time?" queried the "Oh, the fools who turn a fool youth loose with the old man, e y eing our hero's fa c e keenly. income of millions to spend in idleness and vice!" quivered "He 's a fu g itive from jus tice, Mr. D e vere, and the Len, as he whirled cityward in his electric hansom. "This char g e is atte mpted murder. His victim may live, or may is what Sam Devere's father gets, now, for his generosity." die!'; Ere long the electric cab was whizzing, in the early light Len s hot this information out plumply. o:f the coming day, down one of the most fashionable Mr. Richard Devere reeled ju s t s lightly, catching at the streets of the great city. edge of the mantel before which he was standing. "A nice errand to wake an old man up on," sighed the It was a trick of the trade-the reporting "trade"-to young reporter, as the cab stopped before the great wh. ite catch one who is being interviewed off his guard. marble fron,t of the Devere mansion. ThenJ without changing color much, and in a steady Running nimbly up the steps, our heto rang, at inter voice, he commanded: vals, for flilly five minutes before a man-servant with me all the particulars."


8 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." "A game, splendid old fellow!" throbbed admiring Len. I "Yes," her father replied, at once. "Why couldn't a boy with such a father amount to more?" "A mistake, sir!" broke in our hero, promptly. Mr. Devere listened attentively, without betraying much Whether he could get an interview or not from this emotion, while Len described the scene at Cranston's. remarkable old man, our hero's whole soul now revolted "Do you suspect that my son is hiding in this house?" at the thought of sailing false colors. inquired the old man when our hero had finished. "Not from the police?" cried Mr. Devere, showing the "No," Len admitted frankly. He knew well enough most surprise that he had yet betrayed "Then--" that Sam Devere could not have gotten into this house, "I'm a reporter on the Herald," Len put in, honestly. which was already watched, both at front and rear, by "A reporter?" echoed Mr. Devere, aghast. police detectives. "A reporter?" echoed his daughter, still more aghast. "Then what .do you wish from me?" inquired Richard "I am a reporter," Len assured them both. "Also, I Devere, again sweeping the boy's face intently with those was present at the shooting." keen, flaming eyes. "Must this disgraceful thing go into the newspapers?" "I came to ask you what you may have to say about faltered the girl, again reeling, and clutching at her fath-your son's crime?" Len replied, candidly. er. "Poor, dear, impulsive, foolish Saml Muet his disThough the old man seemed to wince slightly at the grace be printed and sold to the whole world?" word "crime," he asked: "Ask this young man," suggested the old man, grimly. "Isn't it unusual for the police to ask such questions of "He appears to be the only reporter who knows of the fat hers? For you are a messenger from the police departaffair yet." ment, are you not?" "Oh, surely, papa, with all your money you can stop Len hesitated just an instant. this dreadful thing from being !published!" cried the girl. He could not proclaim himself as a memoer of the force "Can _I?" inquired Mr. Devere, aJmost hopefully, as he without breaking the law. turned to our hero. "But if I tell him just what I am he'll show me to the door," our hero pondered "Papa!" hailed a high, startled voice. T hen the door and a young girl darted into the room. "Papa, what is this dreadful news that Hodgkins says he carried to your room?" cried the girl. Then she halted, looking half-startled, when she saw Len standing across the room. "Your brother, Kate, has shot a man in a quarrel, and the police are looking for him," replied the old man. "No, sir!" Len answered, promptly. "But I can spend thousands-tens of thousands-hundreds of thousands!" "It won't do you a bit of good to think of it, sir," Len replied, promptly. "The police have sent out calls every where for the arrest of your son. The newspapers will all get hold of the a:ffa'.ir from the police records. There is no way whatever, sir, of stopping the printing of the story. Every evening paper will have columns about it." The girl, leaning on her father's arm, stood looking at the boy with her eyes full of horror. "Oh, you don't mean--" The anguish-struck girl could go no further, sob s chok"Mr. Reporter," broke in th. e old man, almost calmly ing her voice as she staggered forward. still, "state exactly what you are here for?" Her father caught her in his arms, holding her up and I speak with you alone, sir?" asked Len He patting her gently. hated to probe into the affair with this great-eyed girl look" It's a blow, of course, Kate, but we must face it with ing at him so piteously. the Devere courage," the old man assured his weeping "Kate, my dear, leave the room," desired her fathe. r daughter as he stroked her hair tenderly. "I will call you soon." Len felt almost as if he wanted to cry himself In this "I shall be on the other side of the door," declared the house of sorrow he felt more uncomfortable than he had1 as she went. eve r felt anywhere in his life. "I have not shown politeness enough to ask you to be Kate Devere was as much like her father as a daughter seated," proceeded Mr. Devere, when the door had closed can be. "Be seated, please." Like him, she was tall and erect-queenly, in fact, in Len sank down to a sofa, the old man sitting beside her carriage, yet with the lithe, swift movements of the him. athletic girl. 1 "Now, what do you wish to know of me?" asked the Her face seemed more than queenly to stirred-up, symold man. pathetic Len. It was truly a beautiful face, with great, Len had already nearly all that he wanted to know. brown, affectionate eyes that looked out on the world The desc'ription of the scene he had just witnessed would courageously and yet trustingly. make magnificent newspaper material. "Is this young man from the.:...._from the-police?" she "Why, sir, all I wish to know is what you have to say asked, trying to steady her voice, a s she looked at our about your son; and his past life." hero. M_r. Devere seemed perfectly candid in th_ e talk that fol -


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." 9 lowed, but it was plain that he had slight knowledge of ing shiitingly and uneasily around him and at the three how Sam had been passing his time. others. "I gave him an abundant income, and he seemed to be "Mr. Devere?" he demanded, in a thick voice, then enjoying life," the old man confessed. handed over an envelope as the old man nodded. "Would you like to know just what kind of a life your Kate caught her breath while her father opened and son has been leading?" asked our hero suddenly. read the note. '"Very much, indeed, if you can tell me." "This man knows what he bears," went on Mr. Devere, Then Len told the father all that was known of Sam "so it can do no harm to state that the note is from your Devere's wild, wasteful, riotous, vicious life around the brother, Kate. He asks me to send him two thousand city. dollars in cash by this messenger." Mr. Devere listened as one thunderstruck, but he did I "Oh, you'll do it?" cried the girl, coaxingly. not lose his gritty grip on himself. But Mr. Devere looked at our hero. As Len finished speaking the old man sat silent for a "No!" said Len, promptly, and Kate shot at him a look few moments. of angry reproach. "The police spies are front and back Then he looked keenly once more at the boy. of this house," our hero went on. "They saw this fellow "Young man, either you must be many years older than come in, and they guessed his errand When he goes out you look, or else you are a very wonderful youngster! again they'll shadow him to the hiding place of your Surely one so young as you would not be trusted to write er, Miss Devere-:-0f your son, Mr. DevE!re. If you want to for a great newspaper unless he was extraordinarily clever save the young man, this fellow mustn't be allowed to and possessed the soundest judgment." leave the house." Len smiled grimly to himself, as he tho'\lght of the "But how can we--" began Kate, pleadingly. other "kids" like himself who served in the smalles.t re"Tell me where to go--.and I'll go myself!" declared portorial positions on the city'e newspapers. Len, promptly. "But without the money." "Now that you have interviewed me, Mr. "Why without the money?" Mr. Devere, quickwent on Mr. Devere, "I wish to interview you. In what ly. have I done wrongly by my son-for I must have done "Because, sir, it's about time to stop giving your son wrongly, or he would not have turned out a criminal." money without knowing what he means to do with it . "You have given him a fortune every year to spend, I'll go to your son, sir, and bring you a longer message and haven't kept any track of how he spent all those tens from him. Then you can decide what to do. Will you of thousands of dollars," our hero shot back promptly. trust me?" "With the worst kind of advisers and companions your son "Wait!" commanded Mr. Devere, and, rising, left the has gone over the worst road, as hundreds of other rich room hastily. men's sons are doing in this city." "As a reporter I ca: leave this house and come back "I have done wrong," sighed the old man. "I see it. again, without attracting suspicion," Len explained to But now what should I do?" the girl. "As the young man's father, you are bound to stand by She stepped forward in front of him, quickly, firmly him." I caught hands, and looked intently into his eyes. Len "Thank you for saying that," breathed a soft voice be, rose to his feet. side them. J "You'll be Sam'Er friend?" she implored. Turning, both saw Kate Devere, who bad noiselessly I be your friend-gladly-Miss Devere. Your fath entered the room again. Her big eyes were beaming grate. er's, too. Won't that do as well?" fully on Len Brown. l "You don't like my brother?" she queried, with a quick Mr. Devere took the girl's nearer hancl in his own, as he catching of the breath. . i "I don't know him yet," Len evaded. Should I help Sam to escape if he commumcates with I "Here is the money-two, thousand dollars," announced me ?" i Mr. Devere, coming quickly back into the room. "Take it, Kate gave a quick sta:r:t, as our hero replied: 1 young man. You I trust you because I am compelled I "No one ever expects a father to betray his own son to. More than that, Ifeel, somehow, that I am as safe in into the hands of the police." trusting you as I would be with another son." "Thank you again," murmured Kate. "Don't let this fellow leave the house," directed Len, "I beg your pardon, sir," cried the servant, Hodgkins, as he pocketed the money without any remark about it. from the open doorway, "but there's a m!n here who-says "Pay this fellow wha:t you have to to keep him here. You he must see you at once." will hear from me some time to-day. Now, for the ad"Let him come in," sighed Mr. Devere. d1ess where I can find Sam Devere." A rough-looking character, short, stocky, blear-eyed The seedy-looking fellow supplied the address-that and seedy, a man of about :forty came into the room, look-i of a cheap lodging-ho11se, far downtown, which, as our


10 ON THE "LOBSTER SIDFT." hero shrewdly g u essed, was that of a house frequented by shady characte rs. "I am going to my office first," announced Len, straight ening and holding out bi s hand respectfully to the old man. "The Herald is printing this whole st ory, as every other news paper in town will do. That can't be stopped. But, as soon as I have done my duty by my newspaper I shall seek your son, Mr. Devere, your brother, M'iss De vere. I shall do my best to serve you both." "I am sure of that," assented the old man, sadTy. "And you serve Sam, too!" cried Kate, "Give the poor, dear, foolish boy all my best love!" There were tears again in those g loriou s eyes. But, for ju s t an instant, Kate ran forward, catching our hero's hand, peering searchingly into the depths of his own eyes. as coolly as he could. "Tell Price that I come from his father," our hero added, in a whisper. "Come inside," directly the red-whiskered one, gruffly. Len waited in the front hallway while the red-whiskered one went upstairs, where he remained for at least five minutes. "Come on up," called the man, at last, reappearing at the head of the stairs. Len started slowly up the ricketty stairs. As he neared the top of the flight the white, ugly-set face of Sam Devere showed at the baluster rail behind the ascending boy. Sam's eyes glanced along the barrel of a shotgun aimed at the young reporter's head! "Do you think the police will be able to find Sam?" she 1 asked, in a very low voice. CHAPTER IV. "I shan't help the police to, if that's what you mean," he answered her, with a s light squeeze of her hand. "Thank you," she said simply, and fell back. "And now, good-morning, both of you, and keep up good heart," finished Len as he turned toward the door. The la s t he saw of Kate her eyes were turned on him. He thought those splendid brown eyes looked wholly trustful. had our hero left the step at the sidewalk when a man moved swiftly forward in our h ero's way. "Report er," Len announced, displaying his badge. "Oh!" acknowledged the plain-clothes policeman, stepping back. "See the folks?" "I saw Mr. Devere." "What did he have to say?" "About as little as you'd expect," rejoined Len, with a smile. "What about that tou g h-lookin g character that went into the hou se?" "I didn't see any,'' Len lied. He stepped into his cab, and was whirled to the office. "Lord, little assignment l ast night has turned into the star story of the day!" glowed City Editor Curtis. Going to his desk, Len wrote what he chose to of the conve r satio n and the scene at the Devere mansion. By the time that our hero was through writing, the day force was 'in charge of the office. "Now," muttered Len, as he turned away from banding his copy to the day editor, "now for the real part of a newspaper man's story-the part that is never written! Lord, but it seems queer for me to be aiding in the escape of a fugitive from justice! I wonder if it's right?" No doubts, however, kept the young reporter from has tening downtown on a street-car. He found the house in question, ascended the front steps, rang the bell, and presently found the door open ing und er the hand of a big, thick-set, red-whiskered and red-haired man. "I've come to see Mr. Pl'ice," Len announced, speaking THE MADMAN. "What ails you?" Len shot the question out curiously. For the sudden antics of the red-whiskered one were, to say the least, suspicious. That worthy, looking highly alarmed, jumped swiftly to one side of the head of the flight. In the same instant that he put the question Len Brown threw himself forward on his hands, and twisted his head around. "Gracious! Don't!" The two words shot out almost as one word. Len found himself looking down the two barrel!! of a shotgun, the muzzles of which were less than eight feet away. There, behind the gun, his eyes glaring like those of a madman; was Sam Devere. Had our not turned as he did, the rich young madman would have fired into the back of his visitor's head. The position was still just as nerve-racking Only the pressure of a finger on the trigger was needed, and Sam's hand did not tremble. But the madman's face showed that he enjoyed the s wift terror of his victim. "Two in one night! What luck!" chuckled Sam, in a tone so ghastly that it made Len shiver almost as much as the sight of the gun did. With death staring one in the face, the thoughts move rapidly. Our hero had had no doubt, since the other shooting at Cranston's, that Sam Devere was a madman. A lunatic, since he does not fear oonsequence1J, is utter ly reckless. He cannot be hindered through fear, Yet the lunatic has one weak point.


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." His mind utterly unsound, he considers himself to be the sanest person alive. An appeal to a lunatic's reason will serve when no other appeal "You're not as reasonable as usual," Len ventured; in wardly fearful that this ruse would not keep back the shot that must blow the top of his head off. "Not re&sonable?" cried Sam Devere. "Your mind doesn't seem as clear as it was earlier in the night," Len went on. His heart had given a great leap from joy when he got this answer out of the madman. It gave hope that he might yet succeed in staving off the plainly intended :murder. I "Do you know why you don't seem to ;reasoning well?" Lem went on. He was still looking at S'am, and the twisting of. his neck made that part tremble and ache. "Why?" asked the young madman with the gun. "Why, you don't seem to understand that I have come as a friend," Len replied. He heard the pal).ting of the red-whiskered one, who had halted half-way between the pair, and now stood well back against the wall. "Huh! The same kind of a friend Dan Sweeny was!" jeered Sam. "Not at all,'' replied Len. "I come from your father." "Prove it," came the sneering answer. ''How?" "Do you know :what I sent for?" "Yes." "What?" "You sent for two thousand dollars in cash," Len replied, briskly. "Do you bring it?" "No." Then you don't come from my father," cried Sam, savagely. "He would have sent five times as much had I asked him for it. So you die." "You've got too much and too fine reason to make any mista.lrn by shooting before you've heard all," Len argued. "Well, what else have you to say?" "I have been sent by your father to take you from here to a place of safety," Len went on. "Oh, I know that trick!" jeered Sam. "The old trick! The place of safety would turn out to be the police sta. tion." The red-whiskered man, squeezing back against tlie wall as far as possible out of harm's way, uttered a single, low, scornful: "Huh!" "Your l'eason will tell you that I'm speaking the truth," Len argued, desperately. "Come, get your fine reason at work on the subject. Here you would not be safe, for the police will begin to look through suoh houses. Now, as soon as I get you from here the people here a.re to be re' warded by a few thousand dollars, if they keep quiet about your whereabouts." Len did not attempt to glance in the direction of the red-whiskered one, but he heard that individual breathing more quietly. Our hero knew that the bait was working with this stranger. "Another thing will show any reasoning man that I didn't come here to help the police," our hero hurried on. "What?" "Why, if tlie police had known you were here they'd have surrounded the house and then broken in the door. Now, you're a man of fine reason, Devere. Don't you see the point?" "Maybe," hesitated the madman. "But you've got to die, anyway!" Len's heart almost ceased beating. The tone in which that sentence was pronounced showed how thoroughly it was meant. More than that, Len's frightened eyes saw the brows of the madman contract as a man's brows do when he is about to fire. Jump! The red-whiskered one to the rescue! That worthy, watching his chance, had suddenly leaped forward, kicking up the muzzle of the shotgun. Bang! The report of the discharged barrel sounded deafening in that small, confined space. R-r-r-ripi A charge of shot scattered against the wall past and higher up than our hero's head. And now the red-whiskered one was tussling violently with Sam Devere, who, though of much slighter build, was fighting with all the desperation of a madman. They were busy now, this pair, struggling close to the wall. The gun, one barrel still smoking, was lying on the floor close to the baluster. Like a flash Len was up away from the stairs, out on the landing, and headed straight for the gun. Before either one of the struggling men could interfere our hero had caught up the weapon. "It's all right now," our hero spoke coolly to the red whiskered one. "Don't hurt the poor fellow. He meant all right." At the word the red-whiskered one stepped back from Sam, who, now that the struggle was over, collapsed weakly to the floor. "Let me. have the gun," commanded tlie red-whiske:red one. He reached out and took it before Len, his eyae on Sam, understood what the move meant. "One barrel still loaded," softly ann.ounce'd the big fellow, backing off toward the head of the stairs and halting there. Now Len understood with a jump and a lli'rob. "Why, confound you!" laughed the young reporter, though he felt shaky, "you're not crazy, too! You go on


'12 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." and make a fuss here, my friend, and you'll bring the police in sure enough." "If that shot don't bring 'em, another one won't," re marked the big man, doggedly. "If the police do get in, you'll be out all your big profit on this job," Len Brown argued, coolly. "See here, my :friend, I really am sent by the father of this young man 'I'm sent to get him out of his trouble." "You don't either one of you get out of here until I'm paid for my trouble," growl e d the fellow. "And, confound him, he means that, r e flected Len studying the grim face of the man with the auburn whi s kers. "No -se arguing with him eith e r, for h e i sn't crazy-only suspicious." "See here," hinted the fellow, cunningly, "you may b e all right, and I'm not s aying that you ain't here on the square. But I've got to make sure." "How can you do that?" Len wanted to know. "Easy enough. Of cour se, w e know who this young man is. Now ; I'll send another of my people to old Devere, and with a description of you." "That won't do," Len declared very pos itively. "Why won't it?" asked the fellow. "Because the police are watching the hou s e uptown back and front. One of your m e n went in, and he'll be pinched the second he comes out. Sq I've told this youn g man's father to keep your messenger in the house for tlie present. Now, you send a s econd man up and the police will figure that the second man has gone to see what hap pened to Number One. So the y'll pinch Numb e r T'wo without giving him a chance to ge t in s id e the hou se. So the only thing I can do i s to take thi s youn g man with me." "No, you don't," growled R e d-beard. "Don' t what?" Len inquired, a s if in s urprise. "You don't take this young g e ntleman out of the house until i've had my divvy for the job. Do you s uppose I'm going to lose a good thing like that?" With a fl.ash of joy our hero whee l e d upon the mad man. "Hear that, Sam Devere? You thou ght yourself amon g friends. Now you find they're holding you for r a n s om!" "Shut up!" ordered Red-beard, g ruffl y "It's the truth," defied Len. "I leav e that to your own reason, Sam. You think you're amon g fri e nd s ? Jus t try to leave this house, and see what kind of friend s they ar e." "Well, of course we've got to have o-qr pa y," uttered Red-beara, in a still more surly tone. "So y ou -see, Sam!" :fl.as hed the young reporter . "Real fi;iends d ren't You'r e a prisoner here! Don't dare for your life to try to l e ave here!" "Don't I, though?" cried the madman, his eyes now blazing fiercely at Red-beard. With a sudden move Devere hurled himself fairly in front of Red-beard. "Give me back that gun!" he in s isted hoarsely. "Look out!" Len cried, warningly. "What do you want the gun for?" jeered Red-beard. He thrust the shotgun behind his back. It was for exactly this thing that the young reporter had planned. Catch! With a quick twist Len had the gun. Click! The hammer on the loaded barrel was up, and Len was holding the weapon just the way he wanted it. "Downsta:irs with you, quick, old Red-whiskers!" or der e d Len Brown, in the tone of one who meant to be obe yed. "Ye don't dare!" sneered Red-beard, who, nevertheless, had shrunk back from the muzzle of the weapon. "No time to argue about it!" crisped out Len. "Bother me and I'll shoot first and argue afterwards. I'll shoot, too, if you waste a second about getting Hurrah, Sam! We can have our way now, and see whether you are to be kept a prisoner against your will. Start down s tairs to show this rascal that you'll do as you like. March, R e d-beard!" Wh e edled successfully, Sam Devere darted down the s tair s With an angry grunt that was half roar Red-beard start e d to follow-for there was a nasty look in Len's eyes that did not make argument look like a good business at this moment. "If any of your people try to sneak up behind me I'll fini s h you first anyway," called L e n, just loud enough to be heard b y an y prowler who might be sneaking near. It was a tickli s h hou s e to be caught in, especially when the fir s t dis charge from the gun had failed to bring any rescu e r s near. Sam D e v e re, with an almo s t half-witt e d chuckle, un fast e ned the street door, and pulled it ope n. "Stand out 6f the way, Gold-whiskers!" called Len, moc kin g ly as he neared the foot of the stairs just be hind the ke e p e r of the hou se. "I want to use that door, too." With the utmost care our h ero made his way past the s url y o ne, who lingered close to the door. But, a s he went through, out on to the stoop, young Brown l e aned the gun again s t the door-frame. "We fooled 'em in great shape!" grinned our hero, as he ran nimbly down the steps to where Sam stood blinking in the s unlight. "What now?" a s ked Sam, almost suspiciously. "We want a cab, and here comes one. Sh!" Len's hand went over Devere's mouth as that young man starte d to speak. Thell Len f elt a s udden jolt. If they l eft in this fa s hion, Red-beard would have only to send an anonymous note to the police. "That would dish everything," realized the boy with a s tart. "Land me in jail, too, for helping a :fugitive to escape, I'm afraid. But what can a fellow do, after he's s een a father like that-and a sister like Kate!" The cab was coming up to the sidewalk.


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." 13 "Get inside," whispered our hero. "Wait for me a moment, and then we'll fool everyone." Sam got inside the vehicle, like one who had become dazed after too much excitement. Len, whose mind had been working like lightning, mur mured to the driver: "Move on a few doorways down the street and wait for me. There's money in this thing if you do it right. Keep your eye on the young man inside. Don't let him get away." As the cab rolled away, Len took out the thick pad of large bank-notes that old Richard Devere had handed him. With a smile Len looked up at the house. Yes; there, with the open only a crack, stood his recent, surly enemy, peering cautiously down. "Yes; this means you!" called the boy. "Come down and get it-the quicker you come, the more you get!" Laughing, Len receiored Red-beard, who came dashing down the stone steps. Here, out in the daylight, even on a cross street on which there was not much traffic, our hero was not in the least afraid of the fellow. "I told you, upstairs, I meant to use you right," smiled the boy. "Go ahead and do it, then," begged Red-beard hoarsely, his eyes big and wide open as he took in the size both of the roll and of the banknotes in it. "A thousand's about right for a starter, ain't it?" asked our hero, pleasantly. "Make it two, and I'll keep mighty mum about every thing," promised Red-beard in an eager whisper. "No; you'll get a thousand, just as I said. Gold-whis kers, the great trouble with you this morning has been that you've wanted to run things, instead of letting me do it. Now it's my say, and a thousand's what you get." Len rapidly peeled off the bills, rolling up the wad and passing it to Red-beard. "Now, whether you any more and how much you get depends on just how st ill you keep," Len went on, in a low tone, while he thrust the balance of the two thou sand in a trousers pocket and kept his hand on it ''I kn.ow how you'll figure it out, Gold-whiskers. You're thinking you can go up to Mr. Devere make him pony up more. You can't. You'll only spoil the whole game by that trick, and get us all pinched, yourself in eluded-for, if you squeal on us we'U do the same by you. So hold your tongue, lie lQw, and wait until we send you something that'll please you. It's the only possible way for you to get any more of this green stuff that you probably know as dough. Savvy?" "Yes,'' assented Red-beard, hoarsely. "Then keep good and silent-and good-by for a while." Still with a smiling face Len ran off up the street, found the cab, and jumped into it. Sam Devere was there, looking both moody and suspicious. "We'll soon be where we're safe, and after this you'll trust me," Len promised, witti an easiness that he was far from feeling. Who bothers, though, to look in a cab, even when the police are searching for a man who has tried to do mur der? Len was never safer, as it turned out, than when he rode beside this fugitive for whom hundreds of policemen were hustling. In less than half an hour they reached the house in a little side street where Len and Nat Pryor lived together in a little room at the top of the house. And Len, with a suitable explanation to cabby, and the payment of an important-looking banknote, had the driver silenced. So, at la st, the reporter and the man he had rescued were in the room on the top floor, with the door locked. "Whew!" panted Len Brown. CHAPTER V. THE MAN ON THE ROOF. "Is this all some wonderful dream?" Kate Devere. "A dream, Miss Devere? Oh, dear, no!" "Then what is it?" "The things that have happened in the past week, Miss Kate, are merely illustration$ of the wonders that money and time can accomplish." "I never dreamed that I should be happy again," cried the girl, her eyes filling with tears. "And now, dear old Sam--" A week had, indeed, seen wonderful changes. It had been a hus tling week for Len Brown. He' had done much, yet did not regard any of it as having been wonderful. "The power of the press" is an old and trite say ing. What very few people realiz e is the great power that a reporter on a great newspaper often wields. Every public official has rea son to want to please one newspaper man or another First of all, our hero had gone after the dist:ict attarney. Not acquainted with that official himself, our hero had asked another and older Herald reporter to see the district attorney. As a result, the public prosecutor had shown little in terest in the Devere-Sweeny shooting affair. As the re s ult of other influence that Len had succeed ed in bringing to bear on the police through another


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." brother reporter, the police had gradually paid less and Len :flushed, but did not think it wise to argue the less attention to catching Sam Devere. matter before the girl. Len himself had gone to Dan Sweeny, the gambler, .yho, "I just came in for a moment, to make sure that you now in a hospital, was mending slowly, but in no danger ot had not gone before receiving my further thanks for all dying. the happiness you have brought us on this great night," Sweeny had at last been persuaded not to prosecute, Mr Devere went on, easily. "I can't express my thanks, and to say that he did n?t care to prosecute. but I wish again to assure you that they are yours." Then old Richard Devere's lawyers got to work-and so, "If you say any _rp.ore about it, sir,'' Len replied, slowly, all around, it was soon an understood thing that the police "you will deprive me of a great pleasure." aidn't want to catch Sam Devere, and {hat the district. "And what pleasure is that?" attorney didn't think much of prosecuting the young man. "The pleasure you held out to me of being able to call And so, at the end of the week, Sam had been brought here once in a while." to his home, and all the world might know he was Mr. Devere smiled, while Kate cried, reproachfully: there-if the world cared. "Only once in a while? Then we are to suffer, as well In that week a young physician, sent by the Devere as you, Mr. Brown. You would deprive us of the pleasure family doctor, had spent his entire time with Sam. of talking with one who sees as much of the great world, First of all, young Devere had been kept under the inand does as much in it, as you do." :fluence of drugs, for his temporary madnes s had resulted "That's what society folks call pleasant talk," Len told from drinking too freely, and from the shock of the athimself. tempt at murder. "But really, this is early to think of going," protested But now Sam was not only safe from the police, but also Mr. Devere. "It is not yet ten o'clock, and you have told very close to being in his right mind: me that you are not due at your office until two in the He was in the library now, talking with his father, morning." while Kate, in a pretty little reception room, was trying to make Len Brown realize how grateful all three of the "Sometimes we are earlier," replied the young Deveres were. reporter "Yon are such young man!" she said, after "Then I shall consent to your going," agreed Mr. Dea pause. vere, "only on your promise that you will soon be here "I wish you could persuade them of that at the office,'' I of ev;ning." . ,, laughed Len, merrily. "Db you know what they call me am gad f your permission, sir. there? A lobster." "Try to thank him better than I have done, Kate," sug" A lobster?" Kate repea'.ted, looking highly puzzled. gested her father. "And now good-night, Mr. Reporter___: "At least, I'm on the lobster shift." on the understanding that you are soon to be here again." But Kate still looked so puzzled that he had to stop to And Richard Devere fled from the room, principally beexplain all about the slang meaning of "lobster." cause he feared that Len would again make an effort to "You won't be a-a lobster long, then," Kate declared, return the money that the old man wanted him to keep. with great positiveness. "If you didn't find me such dull company I am sure "I hope not," smiled the young reporter. that you would manage to remain longer this evening," "That's the third time you've looked at your watch pouted Kate, when her father was gone again. lately," Kate obser'Ved, as our hero once more fidgetted at "If that is the way you judge me," laughed Len, "then his time-piece. "Are you really in a hurry to go, Mr. I'll stay until I prove myself the bore that I am certain Brown?" I must be." "Not as a matter of choice, Miss Devere. But-well, "That's better," cried the girl. you know, reporters have to be at their offices promptly, She really looked delighted. But Len, with a reporter's and sometimes ahead of time." training in distrusting people, wondered how much of that "Then you're going soon?" Kate asked, with evident delight was real. disappointment. He wished, as he looked at her, that he really might "I must try to wait until I can see your father. As you call often without being cheeky. must remember, Miss Kate, your father handed me some For Kate Devere was really well worth looking at, well money a week ago. He has all along refused to have any worth talking with-in a word, it. was a downright plea accounting of it, telling me to keep it as expense money sure to be in her company. until I had your brother clear of my care. But that time And um, far away from home, with a busy and some. has come, and I still have severaol hundred dollars left." times disagreeable life, and with no close friend except his "I am still refusing to take an accounting," broke in the boy chum, Nat Pryor, missed bright girls from his daily deep voice of old Richard Devere. "Sinceyou have relife. fused to accept any reward, or fee, for all that you have Kate was looking at her best to-night, ill an evening done, Brown, I also refuse to hear of an accounting.'' that made her a revelation to the young reporter.


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." "The watch again!" laughed Kate, when Len once mo:re looked at his time-piece "And time to go," sig hed the contented boy, "I wish it weren't, Miss Kate. But she, too, had risen, being too well-b:red to offer again to detain him. She gave him her hand, sweetly, invited him to make another call early, thanked him again heartily for all he had done, and then Len found himself being piloted through the hallway by the stiff, unbending Hodgkins. Just as the boy Wf\S passing o'ut through the great door he heard another door down the hallway open, and then a sharp voice call : "Keep the door open a moment, Hodgkins." "W11y, that's Sam's voice," mused the boy, "Re's going out, too, evidently." He waitea a mom ent on the steps, for a carriage stood at the curb b elow-one of the Devere carriages, he guessed. Out came Sam, in evening dress, which was beginning to be seen a good deal more in the city, now that the summer-end was bringing the vacationers back. "Thunder! W11at ails the fellow?" gasped Len, in wardly. Sam Devere's brow was black, hie eyes flashing savagely. "I wanted to see you, Brown," he exclaimed, "and to thank you." "There's nothing to thank me for," Len protested. "Oh, yes, there is!" returned Sam, as the two wslked down the steps together and halted at the sidewa lk. "Brown, you did first-rate in getting me out of my scrape, and I suppose my father has paid you well enough for your trouble." "We won't discuss that, please," Len retorted, coldly, for he saw and felt that a row was coming. 1 "No, we won't discus s that," glared Sam, his lip quiv ering. "What you can make out of your trade i s your own business." Len flu s hed hotly. "But y,ou've gone too far!" Sam continued hotly, turning squarely and glaring as hard as he could at the boy. "In what way?" Len a sked "In advising my father." "In advising--" "Oh, you needn't look sweetly innocent, and pretend it's all a surprise, or a dream of mine," raged the young heir of the house of Devere "I know that you've been advising my father. In fa ct, he told me, pretty plainly, that my scrape was all due to my having things so easy, and in being allowed to spend a lot of money as I pleased." "Yes, I did say that to him," Len admitted, honestly. "And that set' my father to thinking Sam boiled over "He's been thinking a blamed sight too much. He ha s actually told me to-night that after this my life is not to go on as it has gone -"That's good," nodded the young reporter. "He wants me to take different views of life," Sam con tinued, in his rage. "Well, that'll do you good-a heap of good," hinted the young reporter. "You. saw where your old style of life landed you." "Oh, I can see that your talk is what has done the busi nes s!" choked Sam Devere. Hit's you who are responsible for all that my father says he wants me to do. And if I don't do it he even threatens to cut me loose from his fortune altogether. Oh, it's all the result of your whining talk!" "Why, what does your father want of youP" Len asked. "Want?" choked Sam Devere "Want? He wants me to-work!" "It'll do you a heap of good," nodded Len, thoughtfully Sam Devere glared at the boy in a wrath that was speeohless now. He moved forward as if to strike the young reporter, but Len, with a quiet smile, side-stepped a little way. "You wait!" sputtered Sam. "I'm not through with you. I'll settle with you in my own way!" He was talking to empty air now, for Len had turned on his heel and was walking away. "I've made two friends and one enemy," he told him self. "Well, I'm glad of the friends, and I don't believe I mind the enemy. Sam will be a good enough fellow, anyway, when he gets steadied down. Kate Devere is ne fool, and s he 'Youldn't be so fond of her brother if she didn't know there was a heap of good in him somewhere. But I "\onder where it is?'' Leaving the car near the office, Len reported long ba. fore eleve n o'clock. "Too much of a lob s t e r to stay away from the office in your own time?" was all the greeting the boy got from Mr. B enjam in the night city editor of the regular shift. But Len, i only smiling, passed on to his own desk, picked up one of the evening papers, and tried to read the time away. He didn't read much, however, for Kate Devere's face kept getting between his eyes and the type "I won't go up there much if that's the way she affer.ti:i me," he told himself. "When a fellow is hustling for a newspaper he can't allow himself much time to think of g irl s." Jus t before midnight Nat Pryor came in, stepping jauntil y across the room. "Thought I'd run llp a minute, to see if you were here and wanted a spin," he exclaimed "I'm through with m y party for the ni ght, and I'm not expected at the garag e for an hour or two yet. Want to. take a spin?'' "I ought to, but I won't," Len confessed. "Mr. Brown." .It was the voice of Mr. Benjamin calling from the city editor's d esk, and Len, jumping up, saw that h.e was the only r eporter in the great city room. "This is what you get for coming around ahead of your time," ra s ped out Mr. Benjamin. ''I want you to hustl!) up to the Cantwells' house, street. They've just the Tenderloin police that there's a burglar at


18 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." work upstairs in the house. As the Cantwells are very rich and swell, it may mean a good story. Hustle! The police patrol wagon has just there with the re serves." "Then I can get you there ahead of the police," pro posed Nat, eagerly, as he overheard the order. "Down stairs; quick, and jump into my machine!" Away raced the two boys. In another minute they were speeding across the town. Somewhere behind them, but being distanced, they could hear the gong of the police patrol wagon. "See herr.," breathed ourhero, eagerly, "don't go down in front of the house, Nat. Slip around to the head of the alley that runs at the backeof that row of houses." "Wby ?" asked Pryor, as he changed the direction. "Bees.use the police always dash up at the front of the house, and half the time the burglars slip out at the rear of the house and get away." "Going to run right into trouble, eh?" demanded Nat. He pressed his lips tigbtly,'but made no objection. So at the head of the alley they arrived. There they left the machine, and went gliding down the alleyway, keeping well under cover of the high board wall. Len, counting the houses as they went, stoppeq ai last. "That must be the Cantwell house," he nodded, pointing over the fence. "Now we'll stay here and wait." Not two minutes had they been there when Len gave a sudden tug at his chum's arm. Through the skylight on the Cantwell roof a man dimly appeared. For just a second he stood looking around, then, crouch ing, fled swiftly, stealthily, across the adjoining roofs. The fugitive halted at the top of the fire escape at the back of one of the houses. Down this fire-escape he went, and in through an open window. "Come on," nudged Len. "That's six doors below the Cantwells. We know where to g.et our burglar now, and that's more than the police know." "Jump into the machine," urged Nat, as they reached the bead of the alley. "We'll make better time this way." Whizz! They were off and away, then slowed up soon,, as they passed the front of the Cantwell house, where a police patrol wagon stood. "Come on, Klein!" called Len, softly, recognizing a plain-clothes officer who stood 11ear the wagon. "Your burglar is in a house down the street. I saw him go there. Hurry!" Klein, recognizing the young reporter, came hurrying down the street. He, Len, and Nat met at the of the house in which the fugitive was hiding. "Rawley" was the name that Len read on the door-plate as Officer Klein rang the bell. It was opened quickly. The butler of a fashionable hous e stood surveying them. "I'm an officer," whispered Klein, displaying his badge. "We believe a burglar has crossed the roo_ fs and hidden in your We'll go up quietly. Don't make any fuss." But Nat, who remained behind just inside the door, was soon surrounded by curious ones whom the butler had told. An evening function of some kind was going on in the house. This much Len and the officer saw as they hastened up the broad flights of stairs until they reached the top :floor. "Must be in there;" nodded Len, pointing to a closed door. Klein sprang forward, turned the door-knob, darted into a lighted room. It was a small room, furnished more like a smoking den, yet a cosy, luxurious looking place. A startled man stood in the middle of the room. Klein pounced upon him. "Got you, all right!" gritted the officer. But Len Brown took one look at the surprised, strug gling prisoner, then gasped: "Hold on, Klein. This man is all right. I know him. He's a friend of mine." It was Sam Devere! "Friend of yours, you say?" echoed the cop. "Then what on earth is he doing in this house, playing the tricks of a burglar?" It was too much for the young reporter. He looked at Sam Devere, mutely imploring that young man to offer some explanation that would hold water. "Surely Sam hasn't turned burglar to avoid going to work!" groaned the boy, inwardly. "If he has-good heavens! What sorrow brought on his iolksl" OHA.PTER VI. IN DEAD EARNEST. It wasn't often that Reporter Len Brown was caught without an explanation. But, for just once, he was iq. that fix. He stood looking at the costly draperies that hung over the walls, as if the design of their fabric might help him out. "What's your friend doing here?" insisted Officer Klein. "It was you who brought us here, Len. And now you want me to turn him loose." "What are you two lunatics talking about?" demanded Sam, crossly. "And is' this kid to follow me everywhere, trying to get me into trouble." "You're in trouble now," clicked Klein, "if you can't explain what looks a. heap like playing burglar." "Burglar!" snorted Sam, in high disgust. In evening clothes he didn't look the part. "I'm a guest here !or the evening," he added. Other voices sounded outside. John Rawley, the head


ON THE "LOBSTEH SHIFT." 1'1 of the house, and now at the head of 11 of his guests, had followea the arresting party upstairs. "Here's your burglar, sir,'' announced Klein, !tS he saw Mr. Rawley's face at the door. "Burglar?" snorted that middle-aged gentleman. "Are you crazy, officer? This is Mr. Devere, one of my guests. I sent him up here to get a cigar from my best box." "Some mistake here, then," uttered the disgusted po liceman, as he let go of Devere's collar. Klein shot a look at our hero, but wisely and kindly refrained from speaking. And Sam, for a wonder, refrained from scorching tlie boy with words. young Devere launched into a laughing account of his adventure as the party turned to' go downstairs. But Len, half-way down the first flight, stopped suddenly. "Why, it wasn't Sam at all that I saw go in through that window," he gasped inwardly. "It wasn't a man in evening clothes at all. What a rattled fool I am! The real burglar is either behind those hanging draperies, or in some other room." Wheeling like a fl.ash, without speaking to anyone this time, Len darted back into the little smoking den. As he entered the room he was just in time to see a pair of brown-clad legs disappearing through the open window on to the fire-escape. "After you!" jolted the young reporter, heading through the window. His burglar was just disappearing over the edge of thi roof now. Len went up the iron ladder of that with the skill of a sailor. The fellow had heard him coming at last. Something more than a dozen :feet from the roof a rather undersized man of forty stood glaring at our hero. "Shut up, if you want to live!" hissed tlie stranger. "Shut up?" echoed Len, loudly. "What for? You're wanted. Oh-police!" The call carried far on the night air. "Confound you!" cried the crook. "W1iy didn't you keep still? Do you think I'd let any cop take me? I'll settle you for that!" Ther e was a flash of steel. Len had leaped forward to close with his man, but now he retreated. -That rascal held a revolver, and was aiming it. "I've never been taken yeti" snarled the fellow . "Too to begin now, i:f I have to blow my brains out. But I'll settle you, anyway!" Crack! Len had jumped to one side, but that bullet whizzed within a quarter of an inch of one of his temples. Crack! This scoundrel meant business. He had fired the second time, missing his victim only by a couple of inches. He would have wound the matter up quickly, but Len was now jumping about li)re a trained flea. "Oh, I'll get you!" panted the desperado, moving after the boy. Clutch! Mr. Burglar felt himself suddenly strangling, as a blue sleeve closed upon his throat. Flop! Mr. Burglar was down, with a big, uniformed policemmt on top of him. That officer, at the sound of the first shot, had appeared through the Cantwell skylight. Mr. B:urglar, not being a or powerful man, was speedily disarmed, and also handcuffed. By this time there were four policemen on the roof, Klein among them. "I wasn't exactly crazy, you see," smiled the reporter. "Take it all back, Klein?" "I'd take anything back for a glimpse at this man," cried Officer Klein, bending over the prisoner. "Do you know who this is? It's Little Red Jackson, one of the biggest cracksmen in this country! He wasn't out for anything less than diamonds or bonds!" "Red Jackson?" echoed Len. "Why, I know whq he is-the pal of Pat Carren, the old--time bank burglar!" "That's who's who," nodded Klein. "And sorry I am we find Pat on this job, too. But this'll make a bit of exciting for your Herald in the morning, all right." Little Red Jackson wisely refrained from saying a word, now that he had been securely taken for the first time in his life. He was lowered down to the first platform of the Rawley house, thence in through the den, and then downstairs. All the Rawley guests were agog by this time. Klein had to stop with his prisoner, near the front door, and ex1 I p am. While the crowd clu ste red and listened Mr. Rawley came toward our hero. That gentleman had a very pretty young miss, all in white, on his arm. "My daughter wishes to meet you, Mr. Brown," an nounced the host. "Assuredly I do," cried Jennie Rawley. "I almost know you already, Mr. Brown. Devere is one of my dearest. friends. She told me much about you this afternoon." Klein was waiting while his policemen searched other houses nearby in the hope of finding Pat Carren. "I"ve just introduced myself to your friend, Mr. Pryor," Jennie chattered on, turning and beckoning Nat with a smile. "He ha s been telling me what very interesting people you reporters are. It must be a wonderful life Drawn into a corner by themselves the three young people chatted interestedly for some minutes, or until Klein report ed that Pat Carren was not to be found anywhere in the :ueighborhood "That remind s me that I've got to rush to the Herald office,'' cried Len, in s udden dismay. "I'm letting the paper go to press fithout the story of the night!" Both youngsters took hurried leave of Miss Jennie, then darted down the steps. Lei: paused long _ a __ look at Little


18 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT. Jackson, as that worthy sat in the patrol wagon, with a policeman at his s ide. "Feel good, do you?" jeered Jackson, with a snarl that showed his white teeth. "Len Brown, reporter on the Herald, eh? I'll remember that name. If I get loose I'll pay you for this night's attention. If I can't get loosethere are others who won't forget you." "I don't know that I'd like to see that little crook get loose," half-shuddered Len, as he jumped into the auto beside his chum. "Red makes me think more of a poison ous snake than any man I've ever seen." "He's bad medicine, sure," frowned Nat. "But what a pretty girl that Miss Jennie Rawley is "Isn't she though?" Len agreed. "A stunner! And what do you suppose?" "Invited you to call?" asked Nat, almost enviously. "Made me promise that we'd both call. I wonder what it is that folks find so strange and wonderful in a r eporte r that they want him to call and talk to them some more." "Yes, I reckon it's you that she wants to see again/' uttered Nat, giving the steering wheel a vicious turn, then swiftly setting it right agaih. "Oh, she wants to see us both," Len argued, never dropping to the fact that his unea sy -looking chum was jealous. Len was quickly at the office. "Whew!" exclaimed Night City Editor BenJamm, when he had heard the youngster's report. "That's a bigger story than I thought it was, or I'd never have sent a lobster out on it." "If you'd sent anybody but a lob ster," Len reported, smilingly, "Red Jackson would still be at large, and there wouldn't any big news story." "You're working yemr points to get off the lob ste r shift and on to .the regular force," smil ed Mr. Eenjamin. "But don't stand there talking. Rush your story for a column." It was done by the time that the lob ster shift came on and Len's regular hours of work were on. Never before had the lobster shift's night been so dull. From two to eight in the morning there was absolutely not a thing for our hero to do. He sat half-dozing in his chair, envying Nat Pryor, who was home and sound asleep. At eight our herq stepped out on to the sidewalk be-' yond the Herald office. As he did so a man of fifty, dark, rather tall, and of slender build, stepped up, eyeing him keenly. "You're Mr. Brown, I believe?" challenged the stranger. "Well?" asked Len. "I'm from Sam Devere, with a message. He's in trou ble again," murmured the stranger. "What' s that?" Len asked s harply. "Oh, it's nothing that he can't get out of with a little help," the stranger went on, quickly. "But he told me to wait, and to be sure to bring you to him "Where is he?" Len asked, d o ubtfully "Oh, hardly more than a block from here, clown on the side street. He came down to this part of the town to hide, so you wouldn't have to go too far to see him." Hide? That began to sound tough for the happiness. of Kate Devere and her father. Hennessy, the cop, waiting at the corner below for his relief to come, saw the pair heading off up the street. "Thim reporters keep queer sometimes," muttered the officer, curiously. "What's Len Brown doing, now, with that old-time bad man, Pat Carren? But I sup pose the lad knows his own business best!" CH.f\PTER VII. LEN MAKES A FOOJ, OF HIMSELF. "What kind of a scrape is Sam Devere in this time?" Len asked of the companion whom he did not for an instant suspect of being Pat Carren. His sole thought was one of anxiety for the feelings of Kate and her father. Carren smiled. "Oh, it's only a bit of'hot-headedness. If you see th9 old man for Sam you'll be able to get it straightened out all right." "And only last evening Sam was roasting me for all he was worth," murmured Len. "He seems tel be the kind of ,;fellow who'll use anyone when he needs 'em." They had turned into a s ide street. Carren led the way into the. side entrance to a saloon Still the boy suspected nothing. To one of Devere's habits a saloon seemed the most natural place for hiding. Our hero's conductor led him down a long hallway to where private rooms were situated at the rear of the saloon Save for themselves, this halhvay was deserted. "Right in here, please," requested Carren, standing aside and slightly swinging open a baize-covered door. Len started to go in, all unsuspicious Just as he passed through the door steel flashed in Car ren's right hand. Down came the point of a stiletto, aimed between the boy's shoulder-blades. All in a second it had flashed over the young reporter that he was in danger. There wasn't time to turn or to think. He d id the only thing that there was time to do-sank swiftly to bis knees. Chug! It was a hard, pounding noise that registered over the bof s head. The point of Carren's blade, missing the boy through that swift drop, had been thrust deeply into the door-post. And Carren, missing his mark, fell heavily forward with the knife His hand still grasped the hilt as startled :y_en g l anced up.


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." 19 "Blazes!" quivered the white-faced boy. .$..nd then-It was one of the Herald's night office boys who dropped Biff! His right hand, clenched amidships on Carren, an envelope. knocking the wind out of that desperate wretch. "Short-banded to -n ight: so we'll have to put you on Up like a flash, Len landed a kick squarely across the duty early to-night," ran the note from the office. "Go abdomen of his would-be slayer. to the Clysmic Club, and ask Hobart Holden if there's Down went Carren, deathly white, grasping weakly at any truth in the report that he intends to resign from his abdomen, and writhing. bQard of dir(;)ctors of the club. Important news story, if "You people, in there!" called out Len. true." From the bar-room, on the run, a bartender and a por"Settles the loafing for to-night," smiled Len, as he ter. handed the note to bis chum. "See you in the morning, "Get an officer, one of you!" ordered the boy, sharply,' old fellow." displaying his own badge, which the strangers must have It was half an when Len trod the supposed to be an official badge. soft of the b1.g library at the Clysm1c Club. Len heard someone running toward the street as he He sent his card to Mr .. Holden, and had been crouched over his late assailant who was still too weak to shownmto this deserted room to wait. attempt to get up. He into one of the big, deep, high-backed leather "Wh th ?" d d d t' l' ; easy chairs at s e row. eman e a pan mg po iceman, runS'tt th h b d b t h t th h ll "Hull B 1,, i mg u s e was uno serve y wo men w o enmng m o e a way. o, rown. t d th t 1 t "0 f t t d d ,, l' d L 11 "I ere e room arm-m-arm a mmu e a er. ase 0 a temp e mur er, rep ie en, coo Y I The halted near the bo still concealed b the hi h was slated for the funeral. There's the fellow's kmfe b k yf th t t h y, y g . ac o a grea c air. stickmg where it struck when I dodged. I reckon you ll "I t 'bl th t t h ld D' k D h' s i possi e a we can ca c o ic evere napfind the sheath for the blade m one of is pockets. But r ? H th ld f f M'll' t t?" d I pmg e-e o ox o i ions s ree murmure grab your man, Henderson, before he has time to move. f th one o e men. Do you know who he IS?" Len, without stirring in his seat, pricked up his ears "Never saw him before," replied Officer Henderson, as, in an in sta nt. drawing his club, l;ie knelt beside the injured man. "Then I reckon some fly cop ,iill tell you that he's Pat Carren," divined our hero. At the station -house the guess turned out to be correct. To Len Brown belonged the credit of capturing the two most troublesome burglars known to the police of the country. Then Len turned toward the Herald Qffice, drowsy but jubilant. "This makes all three shifts I'm working on these days," he murmured: "I hope I can draw three * * * I ':rt seems good to have a night off once in a while," murmured Nat. "We can, if he doesn't get a tip before to-morrow morning," smiled the other man "Our brokers have their or ders. Th ey' ll start a false movement at half-past nine in the morning, at the Stock Exchange. There'll be a panic -and we'll have keen old Dick D evere caught short to the tune of a few millions!" "You will, eh?" quivered the listening boy. "I wish I knew more about that queer old Millions street game, so that I could understand what you fellows are talking about!" "But it doesn't seem possible," protested the first speak er, .st ill in a low voice, just behind Len's chair. "I can't realize that Di ck Devere, that keen old fox of the steel trust, ha s had his eye off Millions street long enough to It was about ten o'clock in the evening, a few days get caught." later. "B11t he has That barrel of trouble bis fool son got Len was killing time, waiting for the hour when he into shook the old chap's nerve a good deal." must report for duty at the Herald office. "But Devere ought to be able to rally in season from As Nat had nothing to do for the garage this night the his office." two boys were sitting on the front stoop of the house "That's where my information saves us," lau ghed the where they lodged. other speaker. "We have it straight that Devere leaves "It would seem good to you to have a night off, wouldn't town at eight in the morning, to be gone over Sunday it?" Pryor f.ollowed up. with his dau ghter. He ll be on the train when the smash "I suppose so," Len granted. "I never had a nigh;i: Jff, comes-and his millions will drop into our pockets!" so I don't know." The two men had passed on, going by our hero, but not "Why don't they give the lobsters a night off, the noticing him. other men?" By the time that they turned at the further end of the "Can't. The staff's too small. We have to take our room, they beheld Len Brown slowly in their short hours in the place of a night off." direction, as if he bad just ente r e d the library. "Note f6r you, Mr. Brown," called a boy, running up The two men seated themselves at the fa;r end of the the steps. I room, rang, and ordered cigars.


20 ON THE "LOBSTER SJiIIFT." "Who are those men you just served?" asked Len, I Len followed the girl, his eyes full of admiration for the intercepting the waiter, and clipping a banknote into his splendidly pretty picture that she presented, in her soft hand. gown all of white, and with one pure white rose tucked "Mr. Douglass and Mr. Prescott," the waiter replied. into her hair. Just then Mr. Holden came in. He denied, emphati"Now, what is it all about, if I may ask(" inquired cally, that the news of his intended resignation was true. Kate, as she showed him to a seat in the cosy little recep"N ow for some real work," quivered the boy, as he hurroom and took the seat facing him. "You can tell me riedly quitted the club, and made almost on the run for safely, for papa doesn't keep any secrets from me. He the nearest public telephone station. calls me his chum." First of all, he telephoned his news to the office, adding: "I can tell you the little I know, but that isn't much," "I won't be at the office for two or three hours. Just Len replied. "Your father see!Ils to know what to do with to a tip on a big story. Good-by!" the information, though." In another twinkling he had gotten Mr. Devere on the Kate listened in wonder at the recital, though she made telephone. At lea st, he had the Devere house, but the little more of it than our hero had done. reporter fumed a good deal while waiting for the old man "All I can understand," she smiled, "is that lately, in person. when trouble threatens us, you seem to be always the one "That you, Mr. Devere?" breath e d the boy, excitedly, at to get to our side and drive it away." last, when he heard the old man's voice. "Then don't Len :flushed, not knowing what to say, and rendered leave the house, sir, or go to bed until you've seen me. uncomfortable by the praise of a pretty girl who looked at I'm coming right over, with news I know you'll be mighty him so intently. glad to hear. This is Brown-Len Brown. Good-by, sir!" "What has become of your brother?" he aske .d, to Twenty minutes later Len was in the Devere change the subject. excitedly facing a very much wrought-up old man as "Oh, Sam lives at home. He has some sort of an office Richard Devere liste_ned and plied questions. downtown. The poor boy tries to make believe he's work"Y es, yes! I under sta nd it all, even If you don't!" ing, at last. But papa doesn't seem much pleased, and cried the old man, clenching hi s hands, nervously. "I Sam seems to think that he ought to have more money al-see through the whole plot. But to get such a stab in the lowed him." dark from men like Douglass and Pre scott That's the "By jove, I've forgotten the office. I've got to get worst of it! Why, lad, I made their fortunes." down there, and on the run, too!" cried the young re"I hope you can stop the trick they' re s pringing on porter, rising hastily. you," Len ventured. Kate rose, too, taking both his hands quickly in hers. "Stop it?" quivered the old man. "Yes, indeed I can She flushed slightly, though she went on bravely: -thanks to you-my young friend! Your information "Mr. Brown, I wonder if you understand how thankful will save me millions-perhaps my entire fortune!" we are to our reperter-friend? It would be a strange life, Kate Devere, who had softly entered the room, halted now, to get along without you!" 1 amazed at these words. There's mad magic in looking down into pretty, beaming "Saved yrur fortune, papa?" echoed the girl, "And eyes.. Len looked into hers, and was lost. you seem greatly excited, too. I s anything wrong?" "I wish you couldn t get along without me," he blurted, "Something was very wrong indeed!" quavered her suddenly, gripping her hands tighter'. father. "Some of the fellows whom I thought my best His eyes were on hers now, so meaningly that Kate friends have been trying to-but you wouldn't understand couldn't fail to guess his meaning. I it, child. And I mu s t have time to think, now. I must Her face went white, all in an instant. get my brokers on the wire, even at this hour of the "Oh, I know it!" cried the boy, coming suddenly to ni g ht. And-yes, I shall need a newspaper's help in this himself. Brown, can I rely on you to keep this out of the morning Then, coward-like, he turned, :fleeing for the door. Herald? Will you be on hand with me in my Wall street At the door he caught up his hat. office at seven in the morning? And will you telephone Kate Devere was looking at him in wonderment. my tip to your paper for publication when I ask you to?" "What do you know?" she insisted. "Yes, to all the questions," promised Len, with alacrity. "That I !)'.lade a fool out of myself!" he blurted, and "Then leave me, now, for I've hours of the hardest plan-was gone. ning to do. But don't forget-at seven in the morning. Yet, once outside on the sidewalk, he halted, struck Young man, I can never forget the service done 1 dumb: me to-night." I "Did I dream that?" lie demanded, pinching himself, "Come with me," whispered Kate, as 'she led our hero "or did she really say it as I ran?" away from the library. "Now, have you time to sit with For what he now thought he had hea;d Kate Devere's me for a while? For I shan't retire until papa is through soft voice reply to him was: in his library. Sometimes he needs me." "Perhaps you're not a fool at all!"


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." "Did she really say that?" the young reporter quavered. "Did she-can she--" He half-turned to go up the steps. "I've a good mind to go back and face that out," he muttered, trembling from head to foot. Theh: "No, sir-reel Once in twenty-four hours is often enough to be a plumb, daffy fool!" CHAPTER VIII. More news came in over the telephone from the broker's firm. Richard Devere heard it, then wheeled upon our hero. "Get your paper on the wire, Brown!" he called, eager ly. ':Send them my message, and let tnem do what they want with it. But they'll print it-for it's real news!" This was the that Len sent over the wire to the Herald: "Richard Devere is not out of town, as rumored. He in his inner office, managing the campaign with all his old zeal and love of battle. He will have his enemies down fiat within the hour. Mr. Devere urges all who follow DOWN IN MILLIONS STREET. him to get over the panicky feeling, and to keep steady on Steel. The market is going to be steady from now on, for Mr. Devere has the steel stocks in firm control." There was something doing down in the great money market of the town. That street on which the huge Stock Exchange Building stood was thronged this morning by the excited crowds. Everyone who passed seemed a-quiver with the excite ment that always hovers over the market on the days of great 1disasters. \ At nine o'clock the Stock Exchange had opened quiet ly enough. Just at 9.30 things began to look odd in steel. Within a few minutes the flurry, carefully engineered by someone, had struck the Board. There was a gasp, and men tried to figure out what was happening. Then, swiftly, the news ffew around. The shorts were being driven to cover! But what was this late st news? Richard Devere, the great steel man, about to be caught short and ruined? After that things toppled wo:\'se than ever. Hundreds of men-women, too-besieged the offices of Richard Devere. But to all the clerks inside gave the same informationthat nothing could be said about the whereabouts of the head of the office. "Devere is going--crashing down to ruin!" was the cry that rose through the Street. It was enough to scare the panic-stricken mob of specu lators. They ordel'.ed their brokers without reason during the next hour. But in Devere's private office sat the old man. Two oth ers were there with him behind the lock e d doors. One was a member of the old man's firm of brokers. The other was Len Brown, lobster reporter for the Herald. The broker was seated at a private telephone wire, which connected his own firm's office with Devere's. Over this wire was coming the firm's reports; back were going the orders of the graet man of the steel market. After the first three-quarters of an hour all of the old man's uneasiness had disappeared. "We're getting things our way on 'the Board now," he smiled to our hero. "We'll soon have Douglass and Pres cott where they'll regret their treachery." That message sent, the three in the magnate's office waited until they heard the in the street calling out the new evening edition of the Herald. "The market's feeling the news strongly, Mr. Devere," smiled Broker Fergus, turning around from his tele phone. "In twenty minutes more your enemies will be down. can save them now. Better go into the outer office and let your friends know that you're really on hand." Smiling, no matter how unsteady he felt under the surface, the old man unlocked his office and passed into the rooms beyond. Len, all but fagged out with the excitement of the last hour, leaned back in his chair. Had he not known that he was wide awake, it would have been like a dream, But he could not doubt that this was really--Kate now moving radiantly into the inner office. She came straight over to our hero, who, remembering the fool h e had made of himself the night before, rose, too, blu s hing furiously. But Kate, without a sign of recollection, or the least suspic ion of a blush, took hi s hand joyously. "I've just had a word with papa," she murmured. "He has told me that the market i s all right, at last. Bup he looked almost haggard when he added that, with the fear ful raid attempted to-day, have been all but a beggar if it hadn't been for the news you brought him last night." "It was a chance tip," stammered Len, confusedly. "Of course, I took it to him for what it was wort:q. That wasn't much to do, was it?" "I don't know," cried Kate, tremulously. "I know only that we seem to owe everything to you. And j oh! I'm glad it's so!" Her eyes were on his again, earnestly. Len could not turn away without appearing rude. He trembled, for once more the wild temptation to :ipake a fool of, himself waS! coming on. Then his hands gripped, thougli Kate did not see it. "Get a grip on yourself, boy!" he murmured. "Do you do as wonderful things for everyone that you


22 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT."1 find in trouble?" asked the girl, then laughed merrily, for Len seemed at a loss for an answer. "Do you know what has just come into my head? It ought to have been there long ago," he cried, earnestly. "Can you guess what it is?" "No," answered Kate, but she changed color and looked down. "Why," went on Len, resolutely; though it hurt, "it has just struck me that a reporter's place, when his assign ment has been covered, is back at his office." "Then--" "I've got to jump for the office-in a hurry, Miss Kate. I'll stand talking all day, if I don't. Good-morning!" With a bow he was gone, treading briskly, resolutely, leaving a much-puzzled girl behind him. 'rhat fit of resolution kept up all the way to the ele vator. Len was in the elevator and dropped to the ground floor before he had time to think more. But out in the street, just past the entrance of the building, Len halted suddenly. All around him boys were crying the Herald, with his own big financial "scoop" in it, but of that Len, who had brought the whole startling situation about in Millions street, gave never a thought. "Was I a fool?" he wondered. "Or did I let my golden opportunity slip? One thing is certain, anyway. After runJ:ling off so abruptly from Kate she' ll be offended. I'll never get that opportunity back again!" And then followed the other thought: "Opportunity? Do I want another one? What ails me, any.way? Am I in love with Kate? Oh, I suppose I am. Confound it, I know I am! Bosh! Was there ever a bigger idiot? A twelve-dollar kid on the lobster shift-in love with the only daughter of one of the biggest men in the steel. market!" Vengefully, Len pounded his head. No one heeded him in that crush on Millions street. But still he lingered, ha eked up against the wall of the building. "Suppose I go back and have it out-if there's a chance?" he murmured. "If Kate turns me down she'll do it so good and hard that there'll never be another chance in the same direction. Yes, I'll go back up to her father's office! No, I won't e:lther Between two minds the young reporter hesitated thus. At last his mind made up-for a second-to get back to the Herald office, he stepped a8 far as the curb. There he halted. "Stranger things have happened," he murmured. Then: "Don't be a fooI, Len! Get out of this while you've got a shred of sanity left!" He stepped into the crowded roadway, looking neither to the right nor the left, intent only on putting himself on the other side of the street. Yet, by the time he reached the middle of the road there was a clear space there. There had been a clanging of bells, a scurrying of vehi cles and foot passengers, but Len, his mind intent on one subject only, had realized nothing of it all. Clang! Toot! Some reckless speculator, in haste t o reach his office, was driving an automobile like mad down Millions street! Len turned, looked up-then seemed frozen with dread. There wasn't even time to gather himse1 for the spring out of harm's way. That speedy car right on top of him, already But there had been another sound-a muffled shriek just behind. Then Len felt himself seized by small, soft liands-\ strong hands, too-for the girl's rush carried Len and her-sel just out of harm's way toward the opposite gutter. But a high-keyed roar of horror went up from the thou sands who saw. For Kate Devere, though she had carried herself and Len just out of the auto's path, had landed them both just before the pounding hoofs of galloping horses hitched to a fire engine! It was out of one death and into a.nother! CHAPTER IX. THE SON OBJECTS. In that swift, fl.ashing second, Len had recognized Kate. He saw their new peril, too-or, rather, it :fl.ashed on him through some rapid sixth sense. Had he thought only of himself he could have darted past those flying hoofs and reached the sidewalk. But, like lightning, Len's arm was around Kate's waist He caught her, hurled her for the sidewalk, a.nd plunged on blindly. -One of his feet was just grazed by a wheel of tlie swift moving engine as it whizzed past. Len had landed on his knees, but he didn't stay there. J_,ike a flash he was up again, catching Kate, who had fallen on her side, and drawing her tenderly erect ere any one else could stir to aid "Are you hurt?" he cried, anxiously. "I didn't mean to be rough." "Rough?" panted Kate, scornfully. "You sa.ved my life!" "If you hadn't saved mine I wouldn't have been there to do it!" The crowd, having caught its breath and come out of its daze, was cheering like mad. Across the street, now clear of vehicles, strode Richard Devere, at the head of scores of other men. "It was careless of you to be in the middle of the street


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." 23 that way," scolded Kate. "What on earth were you tj:i.inkhandful of change that constituted the whole of his cash ing of ? funds in. life. "You!" "Did ever a fellow get used like that before?" he snarled It was out, that word, before Len could recall it. to himself. ---. Kate bit her lips, then flushed. Yet just an in s tant later a gleam of savage joy shot into "Don't think of me again, if it has that effect," she com-his eyes, which re s ted on a sparkling diamond ring on his manded, a bit ironically. finger. "Kate! Len Brown! You two young people are enough "What a fool I am!" he ground out. "Here I've got to cause heart disease in an old man! panted the girl's jewelry that'll sell for fifteen or twenty thousand dollars! father, reaching th!lm after pushing his way through the And I've been trying to raise a paltry thousand on a curious throng. beggarly note! Sam Devere, you're a fool! Len Brown, The crowd was gathering so fast that Richard Devere, your fun will stop!" seeing his own auto in the distance, held up his hand in This latter, though spoken below his breath, was caused imperative signal. by the s ight of Len following his father and Kate into the Still the crowd pressed around the three people who family automobile. cared nothing for strangers. Sam s lunk back into the doorway, that they might not A dozen men insisted on shaking hand s with Len. see him as the great car moved by. Two or three fellows, bolder than the rest, in s i s ted on Richard Devere sat on the rear seat of the auto, between the same privilege with Kate Devere, but the girl froze his daughter and the young reporter. them into retreat. Len, who was again fighting the battle against "making But still the cheers and the comments kept up. Millions a fool of himself,'' breathed more easily. street was becoming packed with the jam. There was no danger, now, that a pair of eyes, looking Sam Devere came out of one of the city's greatest banks, into his, would make him forget the great gulf between this n ear by. girl and himself. He caught sight of his father, of Kate and that "lob ste r "Now, young man, you'll come home with us, won't reporter," and he scowled. you?" urged Richard Devere. "What's happened?" he questioned of a young man who "You forg et," spoke the young reporter, "that had stood at the top of the bank's steps. no s leep." "See that young couple over there, and the old man?" l "Why, surely enough, you haven't,'' cried the old man, "Of course," grunted Sam. remorsefully. "Then, as Kate has, we'll take you to your "Girl just got the fellow out of the track of an auto, but own quarters first." right in front of a fire engine. Fellow, swift as thought, "If you'll be' good enough,'1 Len murmured, gratefully, swung the girl out of danger. Dandiest double rescue you adding to himself: ever saw!" "I don't believe Kate has any idea just how humble .my "The deuce!" grated Sam, under his breath. place is in life. A view. of that lodging-house, and the "See the old man!" chuckled Sam's informant. "He's knowledge that my room i s up at the top of it, will make got an arm on the shoulder of each. Say, I'll bet that old her under stand-if she needs to." man is one of the solid money kings of Millions street!" When they stopped, lat er, before the door of the lodging/ But Sam only snorted, his brow as black as an angry house, Kate looked at it so doubtfully that our hero almost pirate's. feared he had overdone hi s part. He had just been in the bank, trying to borrow money But the girl was not despi s ing the youth for living on bis personal note, on the strength of being his rich faththere. She merely wondered how s u c h a capable, bright er's son. young fellow could believe this dreary-looking house to be But the bank president had told him, politely, though a good enough home for him. firmly, that any note cashed for the son must bear the Then Len climbed the sta irs to his room. On the table father's endorsement. he found a note from the office-from the city editor-in"Here I am, trotting around like a beggar, and ordered chief. to go to work!" gulped Sam, as he glared over the hero"You've been doing bully," ran the note. "Promoted to worshiping crowd. "See the old mari gush over that the regular night staff Salary much Take to pauper of a cheeky newspaper kid! That kid'll take my night off. Report to-morrow night." place with the old man if I don't look out! Len Brown, if "Brief, but to the point," glowed the happ y youngster. I could. raise any money I'd spend it on putting you out of "I'm no long e r a lobster, then. Wonder how much the my path! But here I am, with only a dollar or two to my new salary will be?" name." That was what he was thinking of as he undressed, try-As ii to inflame his wrath, Sam Devere thrust a hand ing to keep the thought of Kate's sweet face out of his into his trousers' pocket, bringing to light the small mind.


24 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." -:.:.=============================== Yet he lay awake for a couple of hours, thinking of her. Then youth conquered, and he went to sleep. It was just before dark when he awoke again. Nat woke him, coming into the room. Nat looked wonderfully happy. Finally he blurted: "Say, Len, old fellow, come out to supper to-night. Not to a hash-house. We'll go to something good." "Struck a good tip from some customer?" smiled Len, as he sat up and began to dress. "Better than that," Nat replied, but said no more, so Len asked no further questions. But they ate, gorgeously, over at one of the great res taurants of the town. It was well after dark when they returned to that fa miliar stoop to sit down and chat. Ten minutes afterwards a messenger-boy arrived, with a note from the office. "That is strange," mused :J;,en, as he read. "I was to have to-night off, but this is a note from the managing edi tor. Why, I never even saw him. He always sits poked away in his private office. But, anyway, he orders me to gc As Len turned to look the fellow stealthily poured a few drops from a vial into the young reporter's glass. CHAPTER X. LEN GOES 01-f THE WARPATH. "That's not my handkerchief,'' Len, turning around. "Thought it might be," muttered the stranger. "Well, here's hearty. Drink it up." "Wait a minute,'' said Len, quietly, reaching for the button. "What's up?" "Why, we might as well smoke, too," smiled Len. The waiter appeared in the doorway "Bring a policeman," ordered Len, very quietly. The waiter looked astonished, but he was not a circum stance to the fellow who answered to the name of Jarrold. "What's that?" he gasped to a certain place, to meet a certain party, and get a news "I wasn't talking to you," returned Len, still quietly. story. Well, Nat, it spoils our chat. Too bad!" "Waiter, a policeman, please." A newspaper man moves when he gets the order. Len "But what's wrong?" demanded the waiter. walked briskly until he reached a street car that would "This drink," replied Len, laying a hand on his glass. take him near his destination. "That's up to me, then, boss. What ails it." It was to one of the cheap, big, c rowd ed over "You didn't do it, waiter, but there are knockout drops on the water-front that our hero's in st ructions took him. in my glass. Watch this fellow, and you'll that he's He .was under order s to meet a man who would introduce trying to s lide the vial out of the palm of his right hand." himself as Tom Jarrold. He was to get Jarrold's story And Jarrold sprang up, hi s face purple with rage. take it to the Herald ofi?.ce. "It's a blamed lie," he uttered. The place was steaming hot, and reeking with bad to, "No, it isn't," Len retorted, speaking as loudly. "You bacco smoke as our hero entered. tried to dope me, but I know the trick, and I saw your He stood looking aroun,d over the three or four score of h d 1 ,, an over my g ass. men seated at tables. Over m one corner a wheezy or. chestra play ed. . a of rage, Len's seized _the "Looking for someone?" asked an oily voice in his ear. j boys glass, dashmg the contents agamst the wall. "Depends," Len, looking without great favor clicked. the young at the coarse yet insinuating face of the man of forty who i Waiter, you re mighty slow gettmg that policeman. had accosted him. I was a crowd about the .little door "Your name Brown?'' persisted the fellow. I story spread, others fl.ockmg to JOlll the cro';d "Depends on what your name is." Y?u ought to be punched for makmg up a yarn hke "Jarrold," winked the other that,'' growled the stranger "Then you're my map." "Maybe,'' smiled Len, coolly. "Come back here to a private room, old man." "I'm through with you. I quit you-now!" Len followed ,into one of the little walled-off cabinets But the crowd was hemming so thick about them that at the back of the place. "Jarrold" had to push his way through to the front door. "What are you drinking?" Jarrold inquired, as he And there he was met by a policeman. pressed a button for a waiter. "Officer,'' rang the boy's voice, "you'd better get this "I never drink anything, thank you." I fellow and have him lookedi over at the station-house. "Seltzer then?" 1.. You'll find that he belongs to some regular Pete gang." "Oh, a seltzer'll be all right,'' nodded the re-"Pete" is the name given, in criminal slang, to knockporter. out drops. The drinks brought and laid on the table. The policeman took a grip on Jarrold's collar, then turn.-"That your handkerchief on the floor?" asked the straned to our hero. ger. "Who are you that makes the charge?"


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." 25 "Brown, reporter on the Herald," Len returned. He I But here Len saw what he wanted all at it displayed his badge, then handed the officer a card. gave him a jolt! "Oh, that's all right," responded the policeman, more In one corner stood Mr. Slim, talking in earnest whis graciously. "I'll take this gent down for a look-over at pers with-Sam Devere! the station-house. If we hold him, you'll be in court "Oho! That's who wants me out of the way," throbbed when notified?" the boy. "Sam! I wouldn't have th. ought it. He's a bot/'. "Sure thing," nodded Len. "Come on-Pete," grinned the policeman. As officer and prisoner departed Len, too, slid

26 ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." "Rawley, that wasn't the act of a friend-to do it. "You don't mean to carry tales to my father?" persisted here," reproached the manager, sternly. "There was nothyoung Devere. ing to do it for, anyway." "Not for a moment." Young Rawley, held by two men who had seized him, "Then why are you here?" glowered darkly at Len Brown. "Sam," replied the young reporter "you ought to "It's all that young puppy's fault," he snarled. "I'd know." have had the job done if it hadn't been for him." "I don't understand you." "Who are you, anyway, youhg man?" demanded the "Oh, yes, you do. And you know that I understand you, manager, wheeling upon our hero. "I don't seem to re-too. I am here because I shadowed the chap who came to member having seen you here before." report how your sche:re for knockout drops worked. I saw "That's a Herald reporter," called the lookout, who had him report to you." hastened to the door. "You're going to carry a yarn like that to tny father, "A reporter? You let him in here?" blazed the mantoo, I suppose?" cried Sam, paling. ager. "If you think that, Sam, :forget it. I don't want to do "Sure!" retorted the lookout, doggedly. "No orders any harm between you and your father. I'd give a whole against it." lot if I could bring you and your father together. And "Young man," demanded the manager sternly, while your father's more anxious for it than I am. All that uthets in the ctowd showed uneasiness, "you'te not going stands in your way, Sam, is yourself." to say anything about this in your paper, are you?" "But my father won't restore tny allowance." "I'm going to forget it," Len agreed, smi lingly "I "No; but he'll do what's bettet. He'll give you some wouldn't have jumped in, except to stop this young fellow's fool a,ct.'J chance to get into honest hard work, such as other mt:in / have to do. He'll help you to earn your own money. Go "You're a wise boy," nodded the manager, gratefully. back to your fathet, Sam, and have a teal talk with hitn Gentlemen J will you kindly resume your play. This was -such a talk as a son should have with his just the act of a moment of impulse on the part of the a talk as your father'd give the world for." young man. He's sorry :fot it already. Back to your In his earnest appeal Len had laid one hand on Sam's tables, please, as the easiest way to end it all." shoulder. Btit one of the onlookers remained there-Sam Devere. That young man knew that our hero had already seen "You're not a bad fellow, Sam," he urged. "All that hitn. There was nothing to be gained by retreating. ails you is that you got into a bad way. Get out of it. "Come down to my office, will you, Mr. Rawley?" Keep out of it. Be the kind of man that you!' fatht:ir can coaxed the manager. "I want just a few words with take pride in. It's easier than you think.'' you." "See here," broke in Rawley, tutning away ftom the "Come along with me, Sam," beg ged young Rawley, manager and breaking in on T_,en, "are you going to dis turning to Deveril. "I'm a bit un s teady. I need someone grace me in the columns of your paper?" by me." "The paper that employs me," Len replied with spirit, "Invite me, too," whispered Len to the manager "has better use for its columns." The latter replied by thrusting his arm under L e n's and "He doesn't know who you are, anyway," urged the leading the way downstairs to an office at the rear manager, in an undertone. "Now, we four are alone," went on the manager, after "Yes, I do," Len shot back. Ted Rawley, friend he had closed and locked the door. "I want a little talk of Sam Devere, and son of John Rawley-brother of Jen with you. Rawley, a man is always a fool who takes the nie Rawley. You see, Mr. Rawley, I know all about you. luck of the table so hard that he tries to end his life But I don't intend to print a about you Now, see There's no sense in it. If you've gone too far, keep away here, Mr. Rawley! I've been advising Sam Devere to open from the table until you've built your pocketbook back to up in a good clean talk to his father. I advise you to do where it was. But take gaming losses as if they the same with your father. Both of you young men are amounted to anything." in trouble at home, but you don't either of you need to "It's always easy to talk," sneered Rawley. "But you be. Do as I advise you, and life'll seem brighter and hapdon't know anything about my circumstances." pier to-night." They went on talking together, while Sam demanded "Open up and tell my father all?" echoed young Rawof our hero, in an undertone: ley, bitterly. "I guess not. I'd see my finish, if I did." "YOll'te :following me up to carry tales to my father?" "Then see here!" proposed Len, jumping dn a new tack. "You ought to know me better than that," Len retorted "Richard Devere is a friend of your father's, Rawley. with spirit "When did I ever do you a mean trick?" Sam's going home and talk it out with his father. You go "When you itiduced my father to cut off my handsome along with Sam, and talk it out, both of you. Rawley, you allowance!i. glowered Sam Devere. can take Richard Devere's good advice as safely as you "That was to keep you out of just such places as this." can take your own fatlier's. Go ahead, now!".


ON THE "LOBSTER SHIFT." "If we do that," broke in Sam, "will you go with us to I the old man, Brown?" "Sure!" glowed the reporter. "And you'll go as our friend?" "Sure again!" Then, as he turned to the manager's desk, Len called back over his shoulder: "Wait a minute." While the manager of Gansewell's looked on in surprise, Len seated himself, calling up Central over the telephone. Sam started when he heard the number for which our hero called. "I want to talk to Mr. Richard Devere persoi;ially," was the message Len sent over the wire. "Tell him it's Brown, the reporter. Tell him I've got something very important to say." And then, as soon as he heard Richard Devere's voice on the wire, our hero announced : "Mr. Devere, I've got the best kind of news for you. I am with your son, and he wants to become your son in earnest. He wants a long talk with you this evening. And he wants to bring with him young Rawley. Will you see them both-and me, too?" All in the room could hear the hearty "Yes!" that jumped back over the telephone wire. CHAPTER XII. .. CONCLUSION. "I'm not wanted up at Devere's very early, if at all," mused Len, as he stepped away froni the Herald building. "It's such a fine night I'll take a walk to kill time.' It was past midnight when he finally decided to go to Devere's. He thought they might have retired, but decided to go there, anyway. The entrance of the Devere mansion proved1 however, to be brightly lighted. "Yes, sir, Mr. Devere is up yet," replied Hodgkins, "and he's been asking for you most particular, sir. He'll be delighted to know that you've got here at last. I :was to take you right to the library, sir." As Len passed the door of the drawing-room lie hea.rd laughing young voices there, Kate's among others. Richard Devere rose quickly when he saw who his caller was, and came forward with eager, outstretched hand. Young Devere and Yong Rawley, who were also in the room, arose, too. Both looked mightily pleased over something. "Thank heaven you're here; Brown!" cried the old man. "I've been worried about you." "I thought it would be better for you to be alone," smiled Len, "and so delayed my coming." "Brown," and there was a sobbing catch in the old man's voice, "I don't know how to say what I want to say to you. You've done so much for me. Why, even only to-day you've saved my fortune for me, and-what's a bigger thing-you've brought my son back to me." Richard Devere's arm was around the young reporter's shoulders. "That's all right," laughed Len, easily, "and good busi ness to boot. Now, see here, as I know you won't either one of you back out, now that the chance has come to save yourselves, I'm going to let you two go up to the Devere house ahead of me, while I take a run to the office first. No! You needn't jump and fidget. I give you my word that not a line about this will come out in my paper. Most people think reporters print all they know about other folks. Lord, if they did, the town would be in a riot all the time." "I guess, dad," suggested Sam, "that Ted and I will leave you two together. You may feel better then." Len's heart was swelling with joy as he followed the "Well, well, well, what times these are!" gasped tlil young me:p. out of the place. old man, as he sank back into his chair, and pointed oui Then Len bade Sam Devere and Ted Rawley good-even-I another for Len, after the young men had gone. "Brown, ing for an hour or two, and started on his own solitary way I thought I had had all my real luck years ago. You've to the Herald office. taught me differently! Sam and young Rawley kept their word like men, now "I wonder if you have any idea what happiness you've ,. that the die was cast in good earnest. brought to two families? For John Rawley has been here They went straight to Richard Devere, were received to-night, too. He's in the drawing-room now, with his with open arms by the old man, and led into his libtary. daughter Jennie, and Kate. And Kate's almost dying for There the talk went on earnestly for an hour or more. the privilege of thanking you, young man. Will you go in At eleven Len had still failed to put in an appearand see her now?''. ance. "Not just yet-please," Len begged. Richard Devere called up tlie Herald office over the tele"What? Why? What's this?" demahded Mr. Devere, phone. looking sharply at the boy. "Brown was here, and left nearly two hours ago," was Then a shade of disappointment came into his face as the word from the Herald city department. he asked: "I'm more worried than I've been in many ?-day," "See here, you young people haven't b.een having any groaned the old man, rising and pacing the floor of hii:; trouble, have you?" library. "I could almost wish there was," Len replied. "I'm afraid the young fellow has a good many enemies/' "Why?" The question was shot out. broke in Sam. "If you keep on looking at me the way you're looking


-28 ON THE "LOBSTER SIDFT." now, Mr. D e vere, it won't take you long to see," murmur ed the young reporter. Richard Devere continued scanning the boy's face. "Brown, ha s there been anything between you and my daughter?" "In what way do you mean, sir?" : : Anything like-er-love passages?" "It came mighty near it1 sir-on my part," replied the boy. "Do you mean that you care for Kate?" "There isn't anyone else that I care for a tenth part as much!" "Have you spoken to her?" I uGood Lord, no! That's what I'm trying my level best to dodge." "Why?" "Do you know what I am, sir?" "I'm just beginning to get an idea of what a splendid fellow you are." "I mean; Mr. Devere, do you realize what my :financial standing is? I'vebeen a twelve-dollar reporter on the lob ster shift, which means the very bottom of the ladder. I've been promoted to the regular staff at some promised incxease of pay, but it'll take me years yet to make myself one of the star men on the st&:ff, and the best pay given a reporter is something like seventy-five or eighty dollars a week. Your daughter will be an heiress to millions." "Then she wouldn't be any expense to you, would she?" commented the old man, dryly. "But would you want her to come down to my s cale of living, sir? Or would you e x pect to see me satisfied with being a privileged boarder in the kind of a home she has the right to expect?" r "If you were worth a million dollars I suppose you'd talk differently?" suggested Mr. Devere. "I certainly would!" "One point disposed of," clicked Mr. Devere. "You ARE worth a million-at least, you will be as soon a s the lawyers can get at work in the morning. No, SIR! Be &ilent, if you please." Then, his eyes warm, moist, kindly Richard Devere went on: "Len, I'm going to have my way about making over a million to you. It won't be any use to try to get in my way. It' s got to be done, and it's going to be done. Even then, what does that amount to? It isn't anywhere near a repayment of what you've done for me. I simply can't pay you! So now that much is settled. Y oU:'re a million aire, Len, and the new life is before you. Go in and ask Kate now, if you want. Whether s he'll have you is some thing that I don't know. I wish I did. She's a girl that can't be driven, Len. But, come what may, you're a son of mine in one way or another! And now I'm going to send for Kate." And send the old man did, and left the young people alone in the library. It wasn't all settled in that one talk and it wasn't all settled in a week or a month, either, but Len Brown won his wife in the end. Nor, though he got his million as promised, did he think of leaving the Herald On the contrary, bringing his mother to town to manage his new bachelor home, he stayed and worked harder than ever, backing up his own claim that the rich have no right to be idle. In the next year Len Brown made himself, beyond any manner of doubt, 'the Herald's star reporter. Nor did Nat Pryor stay down at the bottom of the lad der, either. The news that had made Nat so happy on that night when our hero also found his great happiness, was that Nat's invention was going to be a big success. Invetion? Why, a fellow with real brains doesn't work at anything forever without :finding out something that no one else had ever suspected. Nat's invention was an improvement in the gearing of automobiles. 1 His patent brought him fifty thousand dollars down. His royalties from that invention now amount to a hand s ome yearly income. Gambler Dan Sweeny recovered, and vanished somewhere in the West. The Carren-J ackson crowd went the way of criminalsthat is, behind iron bars. Spike Dullivan died the other day, in a spree. Sam Devere and Ted Rawley are partners, now, in a grain brokerage office. They aren t yet enormously rich through their own endeavors, but they are working hard and honestly, and satisfied with their lives. Len and Nat are still single--but they won t be very long. Our hero's wedding with Kate Devere will take place next veek. Nat's nuptials with Jennie Rawley are scheduled for next montht. THE END. A stirring tale of life in Corsica, the birthplace bf Napoleon, is the next treat that is s chedul e d for our read ers. "UNDER THE VENDETTA' S STEEL; OR, A. YANKEE BOY IN CORSICA," wr1tte n b y Lieut. J. J. Barry, will be published complete in No. 21 of "The Wide Awake Weekly,'' out next week. The interest in this narrative is intense from cover to cover. It makes a book that you simply can't put down until you 've read it from beginning to end! SPECIAL NOTICE: All bac k nu mbers of this weekly are alwa y s in print. If y o u cann o t obta in the m fro m any news d eale r s end th e p rice in rno ne? or posta,Q"e stamps mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the you o r d er b1r r e turn mail .


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The Man Who was Miss ing from Wall Street 359 The Bradys and the D eath Club; or, The S ecre t Band of Seven 360 The Bradys' Chinese Raid; or, After the Man-Hunters of Mon tana. 861 The Bradys .and the Bankers' League; or, Dark Dotngs tn Wall Street. 862 The Bradr,s' Call to Goldtlelds ; or, Downing the "Knights of Nevada. 863 The Bradys and the Pit of Death ; or, Trapped by a .Fiend. 364 The Bradys and the Boston Broker; or, The Man Who Woke up Wall Street. 365 The Bradys Sent to Sing Sing; or, After the Prison Plotters. 366 The Bradys and the Grain Crooks; or, After the "King of Corn." 367 The Bradys' Ten Trails; or, After the Colorado Cattle Theves. 368 The Bradys in a Madhouse ; or, The Mystery of Dr. Darke. 369 The Bradys and the Chinese Come-Ona ; or, Dark Doings In Doyers Stre et. 370 The Bradys and the Insurance Crooks; or, Trapping A Wall Street Gang. 371 The Bradys and the Seven Students; or, The Mystery of a Medical College. 372 The Bradys and Governor Gum; or, Hunting the King ol the Hlghblnders. 373 The B1adys and the Mine Fakirs; or, Doing a Turn In Tombstone. 3 7 t The Bradys In Canada.; or, a Wall Street "Wonder." 375 The Brady s and the Hlghblnders League; or, The Plot to Burn Chinatown. 376 The Bradys' Lost Claim; or, The Mystery of Kill Buck Canyon. 377 The Bradys and the Broker' s Double; or, Trapping a Wall Street Trickster. 378 The Bradys at Hudson's Bay; or, The Search for a Lost Explorer. 379 The Bradys and the Kansas "Come-Ona"; or, Hot Work on a Green Goods Case. 380 The Bradys' Ten-Trunk Mystery ; or, Working for the Wabash Road. 381 The Bradys and Dr. Ding; or, D ealing With a Chinese Magician. 382 The !Jradys and Old King Copp e r ; or, Probing a Wall Street Myste ry. 383 The Bradys and the "Twenty Terrors" ; or, After the Grasshopper Gang. 384 The Bradys and Towerman "10" ; or, The Fate of the comet Flyer. 385 The Bradys and Judge Jump; or, The "Badman" From Op the River. 386 The Bradys and Prince HlTlLl ; or, The Trail of the Fakir ol 'Frisco. 387 The Bradys and "Badman Bill" ; "or, Bunting the Hermit ot Hangtowu. 388 The Bradys and "Old Man Money" ; or, Hustling tor Wall Street Million. 389 The Bradys and the Green Lady ; or, The Mystery of the Mad house. 390 The Bradys' Stock Yards Mystery ; or, A Queer Case rrom Chi cago. 391 The Bradys and the 'Frisco Fire Fiends; or, Working for Earth quake Millions. 3 92 The Bradys' Race With D eath ; or, Dealings With Dr. Duval. 393 The Bradys and Dr. Sam-Suey-Soy; or, Bot Work on a Chinese Clew. 394 The Bradys and "Blackfoot Bill" ; or, The Trail of the Tonopah T error. 395 The Bradys and the "Lamb League" ; or, After the Five Fakirs ot Wall Stree t . 396 The Bra d ys' Black Hand Mystery ; or, Running Down the Coal Mine Gang. 397 The Bradys and the "King of Clubs" ; or, The Clew Found on the Corner. 398 The Bradys and the Chinese Banker ; or, Fighting for Dupont Street Diamonds. 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