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Living in his hat, or, The wide world his home

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Living in his hat, or, The wide world his home
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"Yer will stop us, will yer?" snarled the Yeggman angrily, and he rushed at the boy with the club raised in his left hand. His companion ran to his assistance. Joe was alarmed. for he realized that he was no match for them.

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WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY A CO/tf'PLETE STORY EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekl11-B11 Su bsoripton $2.50 per 11ea r Entered accor d n o t o Act of Congreu, in the 11ear 1906 in t he office ot the Librarian o f Oongresa, Washington, D. o., 1111 Frank T ouse11, Pub H11'er, 24 Un o n l!/q uare, New No. 28. NEW YORK, OCTOBER 26, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS. LIVINfi IN. HIS HAT TfiE WIOE CHAPTER I. OR, \ fiIS fiOf/IE By EDW AR.D N. FOX I From which one would infer that Joe, young as he was, must have seen many part s of the far, wide world. THE ONLYI ONE OF HIS KIND IN THE WORLD. That indeed was the case. Now Joe sized up the smaller man, whom he had just "Somehow, you give the impression of being a pretty likened to a coward of his past acquaintance. mean pair of ras cals!" This s mall e r man, while be mad e some evident effort to Joe Borden uttered that judgment under his breath, appear like a gentleman, had yet about him the beginning after havin g taken the time to study his two men. of S?diness. The boy, who appeared to be about seventeen, and His black derby, not too carefully brushed, looked as if sprucely dre ssed, sat near the open doorway of a second -it had once seen somewhat better clays rate hotel. Like his taller comrade, this shorter man wore a black Just outside stood the two men whom he was covertly frock s uit, but the s hort er ma.n's clothes were just begin watching. ning to show whitish at the seams To the best of his knowledge Joe had never seen them If these two strangers had any bus iness together, then b e fore, yet they intere s ted him. it was plain that the taller man was the one who would One was tall, rath e r s lender, y e t with a frame that s ug direct that business. gested a good a eal of st rength. Joe had not heard all they s aid, for the pair stood ju st Thi s individual attempted to dress "like a gentleman." beyond the door, on the sidewalk, talking in low, ea.rnest If he failed at all in l ooking the pa .rt it was merely because tones. his dark face, the bla ck, re s tless eyes, a nd a certain hang But now this much our hero heard: of the thin, sa llow cheeks gave an impression that did not 1 "Beth Bronson, for all her sweet face can put up the altogether make for confidence. dickens of a fight when she gets enraged." Thi s tall man was plainly cold blooded s ilent at most "What?" Jeered th e taller man. "When we hav e the times, s u spicio us, and--information, too, and can go ahead without her knowing? "Treacherous!" Joe concluded, bluntl y . "A goou man And besides, when we have such an ally as we have?" t keep away from He makes me think of that English "Scoundrelisrn, of course," clicked Joe, and st rained hi s man, Mallory, tbat I ran afo ul of in Singapor e Now, that ears. other chap i s more like the coward, Grasby, that I thumped The taller man h e ld up iri one hand a sma ll s lip of papeT, in Hong Kong." adding to his l a s t r emark:

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. "This, which you were so fortunate as to get, gives us sighed slightly, as if thinking what fun it would be, as Mrs. the key to the whole situation." Archbold, to help spend the prosperous lawyer's money. "Yes, if Beth Bronson does not start ahead of us." But Joe, having gained all he wanted to know, or The tall man looked around suspiciously, but Joe Borden, thought safe to ask, strolled on with his newspaper. with his soft hat pulled over his eyes, was leaning back in He st-Opped, however, close to the hotel desk and began .the hotel chair, his lips parted, and his breath coming as to run nimbly through the page s of the Blythe City direc-in a mino.r, subdued snore tory. Satisfied that t11e boy, who could have no interest in He found but one Stokes-William-whose bu s iness was their affairs anyway, was not li stening nor likely to oversta ted to be tha.t of mining engineer. hear, the taller man turned to his comrade. 1 No office address was given for Mr. Stokes, but merely Now a slit of one Joe's eyes opened in a second. that of his boardin g-place. He was just in time t-0 see the tall man thrusting a slip From that name Joe looked for that of Beth Bronson. of paper into a vest pocket. Btlt there were no Bronsons at all named in the direcAt least that was what the tall man thought he was tory. doing. "That was Bill Stokes, the civil engineer, with our friend But in stead the slip fell, thei:i was caught by the fall Lawyer Archbold, was n t it?" our hero asked, carelessly, breeze and blown straight into the hotel lobby. of the day clerk. It. fl.uttered to the tiled floor at Joe's feet. "That's Bill Stokes, all right," nodded the clerk. Sitting up, rubbing his eyes and yawning, Joe Borden "Well, he is the civil engineer, isn t he?" persisted Joe. moved one foot noiselessly so that it covered the slip. "That's what he calls himself, I believe," yawned the Then, moving with slight re s tlessness, Joe contrived to cle rk. drop his soft hat close to his feet Joe stepped into the elevator and was whisked up to the He bent. When he straightened up again, with his hat, third floor. the piece of paper was inside the hat. In a little room some twelve feet square, furnished in "Same tfick I worked on that greaser at Durango, Mexsecond-rate style, Joe hung up his hat on one of the nails. ico," smi led Joe inwardly. "Wonder if this thing will be Next he took pains to lock the doo r, then glanced up to as big with results?" see that the transom was tightly closed. .... Again settling back in the chair, he dropped his hat over Next he f elt in one of his pockets for the slip that had 1 his eyes, prepared to hear more. But--blown to hi s f eet in the lobby. "I'm dry,'' complained the shorter man, in a husky voice. "Don't know why I should take any inte rest in this mat" Come in and have a drink." ter," murmured the boy. "Yet it seems \o me that there "I never drink at public bars," replied the taller man, is something behind it all; something inter est ing, at that. coldly. "It would be well if you followed t11e same plan, It's about time for something to turn up, for I don't like Stokes. Your head would be less fuddled at tim es." to s p end all my money b efore there's some more coming in "I'm going in," insisted the s horter man, stubbornly. again." "Then I'll go along too, to see that you don't take too The s lip of paper in hi s hand, he examined it thoughtmuch," observed the taller man. fully. They passed through the lobby, vanishing in the direc-''Greek-or rot!" he muttered, after s ta;-ing blankly at tion of the bar. the sma ll s he e t. Joe stepped slowl y to the new-stand in the lobby drop His eyebrows were gathered, his lip s puckered, as he ping a coin and picking up a newspa per. sbued at what he saw on the paper that chance had blown "Fine dresser, that tall man," he remarked to the young his way. lady behind the counter. "Mr.-Hang it, I've forgotTwo lett ers, "G" and "F," not side by side, and surten his name." rounded by clusters of ordinary figures. "The tall man that just went through with--" "That doesn't tell a fellow much," murmured the boy. "With Mr. Stokes," nodded Joe, glad to remember the "It might, though, after enough study." other name. Biff Ban g Pound l Someone was hammering at the /'Oh! The tall gentleman is Mr. Archbold, a lawyer." door. Joe had half a guess as he thrust ilie puzzling slip "Ahl I remember where I saw him now," inused Joe, into an inner vest pocket. lyingly. ''It was in court. A rather powerful address he Then, gliding over to the washstand, turning on ilie made to Hie jury, too." water, and grabbing up a towel, he called out: "I never heard of it, then," replied the chatty young "Jnst a second, my friend, whoevm you are!" lady, opening her eyes. "People here in Blythe City alWith iliat Joe again crossed the room to the door, gave ways speak of Mr. Archbold as the lawyer who never seems the key a quick, opening flip, then called: to have a case in court. Yet he seems to make a fine liv-; "Come in!" ing somehow." It was Stokes, hfa breath smelling badly from freshly The young woman, who was pretty as well as chatty, swallowed whiskey.

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LIVI::-{G lN HIS HAT. 3 There was an eager, anxiou s look in the man's eyes as he tried to smi l e engagi n gly and stepped into the room. "Your name s--" "Borden. Joe B o rden," our h ero broke in. He mad e it hi s rule never to appear ashamed of his name. "Mr. Borden, I think you must have found somethin g down in the lobb y that i s of inte re a t to began the stranger, in an oily, anxious tone. "I'm sorry," smi l ed Joe. "All I r e m embe r t o haYe fou m l clown in the lobby was something that y o u alBo a ppear t o hav e found." "What do you mean?" "All I found down ther e lau g h e d Joe, gooclhum o redly, "was my way up her e Stokes l ooked di s appoint e d but w ent on quickl y : "I'm quite s ure you d o n t und e r s tand M r. Borden That which I los t, and wis h to find was a slip of whi te pap e r, about the s i z e of an e nvel o p e an d conta i ne d some business figur e s of value t o m e I r e m ember t h a t you w e r e s itting close to the hote l entra nce whil e I was t al kin g with a friend. It was the r e that m y fri end lost t h e pa.per. H e thought he hnd thrus t it into o ne of his pockets lns t ear l he must have dropped it. The d ay cle rk j us t tol d me t hat he saw you bend over from your c ha i r aJJd pic k u p som e thing." "l\[y hat, whi c h h ad falle n t o t he floor," Joe supplie:1, coolly. "But ar e you s ure that you d id n t find th e paper?" ""Wha t do you think I am ?" a k ed Joe, coolly. "A li a r or a fool?'' "Oh, neither, I an1 s ur e r eturned Stokes, i n h i s mos t oil y tone "But, 1\fr. Bord e n if you could oniy u nde r stand--" "How can you e x pect m e to Joe d e manded, b l untly, "when yo u won t under s tand tha t I c an't t e ll you aJ1y th ing about your paper?" But Mr. Bill Stok e s, far from app e aring to b e s atisfi ed, inqu i red: "May I take a s eat Mr. Bord en?" "Certainly a ssente d Joe "if y o u r e tired." "I just want to say a f e w word s Mr. Bord e n In the first place, to sav e a good deal o f 3.llCloyance" l am w illing to pay well for the re c oyery of that pa p e r ? "Yes? How much?" Mr. Stokes promptly fished out two banknotes, folded together. Unfolding them, he showed them to be ten s "I'll give you one of these notes for that paper, Mr. Bord en " I s that all the money you have?" smi led Joe. "All at the present moment," replied the c i vil engineer. "Why, I cou l d l e nd you money," laughed Joe. From either trousers pocket this youngst e r drew a roll of Lills the s ize of which ca u sed Mr Stoke s' eyes to stick out with astonis hment. "Why, w-w-where on earth did you get so much money?" ga s ped the visitor. "That's rather a personal question, isn t it?" demanded Joe. "I-I beg your pardon, of course. But I was truly sur priseu to see you, s u c h a boy, with so much money Joe thrust the rolls back into either pocket, jamming them well down. H e was a.fraid that if he held up too long his caller mi ght get a closer look and dis cover that in the middle of e a c h roll a c onsiderab l e qua n tity of wor thless tissue paper \'\US folded Joe had at the present m oment a litt le less than thre e hundre d dollar s That was low tide on funds with him, a s Hie r e ader will presen tl y discover. \ V h e n e ver fund s ran low, Joe, who always liked to have a few fift y -doll ar bills ready for use, wrapp ed them around ro ll s of ti s sue paper T hat alway s managed to g ive him the appearance of 1realth. I s hould think you ? d be afraid of being robbed," cried Sto kes. Ive alwa y s been able to defend myself so far," Joe re:. tortecl, with a quiet, fiery littl e flash in his cool, gray t hat m ade him .look older than h e was. I see tha t you r e s uperior to the temptations of a ten doll a r bill," went on Stokes, in hi s most oily way. T he n, a s if to change the s ubject, Stokes went on: "1\lr. B o rd e n while you are very young in appearance, I a m convinced that you have l ed and are l ead in g a very in teresting life. " Does th a t show in my face?" smi led Joe, easily. "It's in your manner/' ass erted Mr. Stokes. "You have more of the way of the wor ld about you than most young men o f your a ge." P er h a p s that' s rig ht,'' no dded the boy. I d o not remember to have seen you about town before w ent on Stoke s "May I ask you where you live ?" With a light laugh Joe crossed the room I live here," he replied, taking down and holding out hi s h a t. "I-I don t understand " Don t feel downhearted about it,'' s miled the boy. "Mo s t folks don't understand when I tell 'e m that l live in my h a.t. But that's just where I do live. My hat is the onl y real home that I h ave." "From which," repli e d Stokes, "I judge that you have no near relatives and that you travel about a good deal." "You'l'e cle ver at guessi n g," nodded the boy. "Do you go aro und the world a great deal?" "Well," calculated Joe, modestly, "if all my travelling had been done in the same direction, I reckon I'd have been a.round the wor ld abou t eigh t time s by now." "You me!" gaspe d Stokes. "Er-how long have you b een travelling in this fashion?" "Abou t two year s." "You-er-have an income, the n to travel on?" "Yes,'' nodded Joe. "And a pretty good in come, gen era ll y speak ing. But I have to earn every dollar of it."

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4 JX HlS HAT. ".Earn it l In what line do you travel, may I ask?" I that notion," Joe retorted. "I never worked as a detective "Any old line at all," laughed the boy. "Anything from in my life, and don t want to. It's just sheer adventure, the Cunard Lin e to a tramp steamer line." with lots of spice in it, that I want. Any old thing. I "No, no; I mean-er-are you in a commercial line?" don't stick to any one thing, except travel and adventure. "Oh, buying or selling?" croas-questioned Joe. "Never. For instance, I chartered a small schooner from Sydney, I live on adventure---;dventure pure a nd simple." Australia, to Friday Island once, and cleaned up seven hun"Wby, that's the most extraordinary thing I ever dred on a cargo of copra I could have stayed in that part heard!" gasped Stokes. "Adventure? You have me of the world and kept on in that busine ss, but I always want guessing, young man." something new." "Well, I'll tell you about it," proposed the boy, settling "And you always make your trips pay?" down easily in a. chair. He spoke truthfully as he went on: "I always have so far. Of course, there's a good deal of "My father was the village drunkard-it don t matter luck about it, and I may slip up one of these days and go where. He worried my mother into the grave in the unbroke again lucky year that I was thirte'Il. Dad and I bummed it, in "You must have a good many interestiJ;J.g things, from that town and half through the county, the next two years. all parts of the world, in your trunk?" hinted the visitor. But there was one good thing-the school law made him "My trunk?" repeated Joe "Haven't I told you I liv e in keep me in school during the school year, Qll' the law would my hat?" have taken me away from him Somehow, Dael didn't "But s urely you have a trunk?" seem to want to part company with me. "Not even a hand sa.tchel," grinned Joe. "Not even an '"Well, when I was fifteen Dad went too. I knew it umbr e lla l See here," and moving to the bureau, Joe pulled wasn't any good to try to pi.ck up a living a.Pound that part open the top clralrer. "Here, you see, I have a clean shirt of the State. So up and riding on the freight truck s for ancl a coup le of collars, with two changes of cheap underme. I got a hundred miles a.way before the trainmen c l othing besides When I go away from here I carry noth caught me. Then, as I knew how to s ing and dance, whising with me heavier than a. handkerchief. Whatever tle, and tell a good story, the trainmen carried me into the changes I need I buy on the road, or wherever I stop at train caboose. At the end of their run I got passed along n ext. NeYer an ounce of baggage!" with another freight crew. I managed to keep t hat up "Why, that's most extraordinary," protested Stoke;:;. until I reached New York. "All travellers are s upposed to carry at least a trave llin g "There I struck it as cabin boy on a. tramp steamer,' bag." bound for Hong Kong. In the Mediterranean Sea, near "'!'hat's where I'm different from other folks," clicked Egypt, we ran into a schooner in thick weather. Schooner Joe. "I go out in the world looking for opportunities. went down. In an hour we found we were sinking. U was when I see one of the kind that I want I reach out like a rough night. We los t three boats ,in launching. That lightnin g and grab it with both hands. Now, what kind meant we couldn't all get off in the boats. of a grab could I make if one hand was tied clown holdin g "'fhe captain, who had taken a. liking to me, did the old on to a valise or carpet bag? I want both hands ready for trick of going down with his ship-oldstyle fashion. H e anything at an y time!" hird eighteen thousand dollars of his own money; called "And you make a comfortab l e living just travelling me aside and ma.de me fasten it in my clothes, and swear around the world and livin g on the proceeds of hone st ad-to take it to his wife. venture?" demanded Stokes. "Somehow, the men in that boat with me guessed that I had the money. Then it was a fight to keep it. Once in the boat I lost it, but I spotted my man and kept until we got ashore. Then I sneaked it back from him. B efo re I could get the money to a bank it was ta.ken from me again, and I was pound,ed almost dead. But I got the again, got it home to the captain's wife, after a pretty tough ride through the world, and she ma.de me take a thousand dollars as a reward. "With that money I started around the world again. I helped the revenue cutter men break up an opium ring at San Francisco, helped unearth native counterfeiters in the Philippines, recovered a lot of stolen gold and silver plate h1 England for a reward, tracked an embezzler to Durango, Mexico, ::id told the detectives where to find him-" "Ah, I see," nodded Mr. Stokes, squirming uncomfort ably. "Yau\' e a genius for detective work?" "You and I like each other if you run away with "So fa.r I have," Joe declared, with satisfaction. "The most extraordi nary thing I ever heard of!" cried the visitor "It's the easiest thing in the world," the boy retorted, provided you have a real instinct for adventure. But you've got to be able to know an adventure when you see one. I run across lots of things that I keep my bands off of." "You're a most extraordinary character-the only one of your kind in the world!" cried Stokes. Then, suddenly, e re Joe had had any time to g uess what was coming next, the civil engineer shot out swiftly: "Have you been misled into thinking you scented an ad venture in that lost slip of pa.per?" Joe sta rted, just enough to make Stokes feel that the s hot had told Then the hoy ma.de haste to reply, calmly: "If I should have the good luck to find that paper Mr. Stokes, I can judge better then."

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Liv'ING IN HIS HA'r. I "Don't try to. Bring i'.; to me-ii you find it," begged Cool, placid, easygoing Joe B o rd e n was o f a s udden the caller, rising. ''You seem to know my name?" turning all sorts of c(}l o r s and tre mbling lik e a leaf in a "l've heard your nan1e from some one," Joe admitted gale. carelessly, not betraying himself this time, under the close ---scrutiny of the man's eyes. C H APTE R II. "If you find that piece of paper, young Mr Borden, any THE ONLY ONE IS MIGHTI LY J AR RED. one in Blythe City can tell you where to find me," sajd the "It's the same gir l I'd know he r a mon g a million!" visitor, moving toward th e door. gasped the boy, under his brea.th "Any adventure connected witJ1 that slip?" demanded He was dazed, but not for l o n g Joe, like a fl.ash. "I wonder if she l ives i n this town?" He had caught Stokes off his guard. That worthy In another twinkling be was climb ing t h e flight o f s tep s started, changed color, then stead ied hi s voice as he anthat led up to the photograph gall ery on t h e floor above. swered: "Steady, boy! Easy!" he muttered to h i m s elf. Pho -" No; nothing but dull commerce connected with that tographers don t always give up that k i nd of info rma.ti o u s lip. easily You get in looking the way you do now, and not "Oh sighed the boy, as if di sap pointed. a word'll you g e t. "Remember, Mr. Borden." Joe had stopped panting by the time tha t h e r e s t e d hi s "I'll remember." hand on the door knob of the studio. His face looked The door closed, and the visitoT was gone bland and free from excitement "I feel it!" chuckled Joe, striding up and down the As be turned the knob so':rne one e lse turne d i t from room. "I feel it! It' s in the air-and getting in my inside, while a voice rasped out : bone s There's an adventure in sight. That s lip o f paper "Four dollars a week is eno u g h for a boy o f y our age is the key to it-the same key being now in my pocket! I've got to catch my tra. i n Don't you c lose up b e for e Come here, my home!" time!" Joe made a swoop for his hat, looked at it affectionately, With that the man whom o u r hero had ste pp e d bac k to then murmured: make room for shot through the doorway a n d hurried down "Dear old home!" the stairs. Chuckling, he tossed the hat up in the air, l et it fall on Then Joe stepped into the studio top of his head, and marched out of the room . The only other occupant there was a s ulkyfaced youth o f There was no need to lock hi s door on leaving. There eighteen, who stood behind the s how count er was nothing of value to be left behind. "A rellow on four dolla r s a week, a n d sor e-heade d abou t "First of all, I'll take a sha.rp walk. That'll clear my hi s pay, ought to be easy to swin g my way," murmured Joe. head, and I can think," murmured Joe . "Then I'll make He stepped sof tly over to the young ga ll ery h e lp er some searches around that may tell me why There in the showcase again bloomed t h e por t rai t of that Lawyer Archbold and Civil Engineer Stokes-neither o f s weet young face whom seems to work at his trade-want that s lip of paper." Joe saw it instantly, but repressed his start. For half an hour Joe walked briskly about the stre ets "Pretty tough boss, afo't he?" inq u ired our he ro, his of the little city. voice soft with sympathy "There's somethin g afloat tJiat there's money in," con"He's a hog!" burst savagely from the othe r youth. eluded the boy. "OtJ1erwise, tha.t fellow Archbold wouldn't "Cheer up, friend!" cooed Joe I 'm somet h ing of a oe interested. He isn't the man to hustle for ten-dollar fortune teller There's money coming you r way. Y o u bills unless it's a whole lot of 'em at once. Judging from could use five dollars, could n't you ?" the little that I heard 'em say it's crooked and secre t. H "Couldn't I, though?" muttered t he ot h er youngst er there's a whole lot of money in putting through a crooked "A fivedollar bill looks something like t his p iece o f job, why isn't there a pretty air reward for yours truly in paper," tempted Joe, wicked l y l aying a ban k n o t e o n top of beating the crooked game? Settled! I'll get nosey 'a.bout the glass showcase "Take it u p and look at it-that 's Archbold's doing right away W right. It's genuine Now, pu t it in you r pock et ) But Joe didn't. Half mechanically be stopped before a "What do you want?" demanded t he ot h e r y outh with photographer's showcase and stood looking in. a sudden show of susp i cion. In a twinkling Joe's eyes lighted on somet hing there that Joe never lied when i t wasn't necessary held h i s gaze chained. "Tell me t h e n ame of thi s youn g lad y ?'.' hinte d Joe That something was the pictured face of a strikingly pointing straight at t h e tantalizing p h o to. handsome young girl. "Say, but that's agai nst th e r ules! muttere d t h e o th e r "Suffering Jupiter!" gasped the boy. "The face of the youth. "Photogr aphers a r e neve r supposed to g ive th eir American girl that I saw, and then lost., in the crowd at sitters' names to strangers w h o ask o r 'e m." the railway station in Durango, Mexico, that awful night! "Oh, if yon can't spend tha t five do.Jla rs," y a w ned Jie, And now I've found her again!" J wickedly, "hand it back. Y our boss would take it

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6 LIVING IN HIS i1AT. --------------------"I guess he would," admitted the boy. to, then!" "That's right, brother," approved Joe. lady's name is--" "Well, Fm going l fleeted. "All I've got to do is to get on the next train for Woodmere. See Miss Beth as soon as I can alone Then "Now, the young I can tell her just what I know so far. She ought to know the rest. She'll tell me what I can do." "Beth Bronson," replied the gallery helper promptly. Joe Borden almost reeled. He certainly gasped. "Beth Bron son? The same that Archbold and Stokes were talking about! She's the one they're p lot ting against -the rascal s Was I right about scenting an adventure? And one that will carry me back to THAT girl!" "Say," asked the gallery helper, "what ails you, any way?" "A sudden pain,'' groaned Joe, hypocritically rubbing his stomach. "I had deviled crab for dinner. It alway s does up set me. Leave me alone a minute, and I'll be all right." The gallery helper looked on in genuine concern until Joe 's deceptive face gradually cleared. "There, I'm all right now," aeclared our hero. "By the way, does Miss Bronson live here in Blythe City?" "No; s h e was heTe a little while this last summer." "Where does she live?" "I forget the place now." "But your address book will show it," persisted Joe. "It'll be about another :five dollar s' worth of trouble to look that up," suggested the other youth, slyly. "Say, you won't be working h ere long at four dollars a week," chuckled Borden, good-h u moreclly, as he pulled out another five. But he held on to the banknote, exp l aining: "This' ll pass over to you when you show me the young lad y's address in your book. Flushing, then nodding, the young rogue di sappeared into a big cupboard, but came out with a book. H e ran over the pages for a moment, then pointed hi s finger to the written entry : "Miss Elizabeth Bronson, Woodmere." "\Voodmere ?" asked Joe. "Where is the place?" J pe's long !;tride turned toward the railway station. He was about to enter the waiting-room when by t11e open window of the ticket office he heard a sound that stopped him. Click -cl ick click-click! The telegraph instrument was spelling the one word "Woodmere Joe had learned telegraphy a yea r ago "That must have been the last word of the address," he muttered, pricking up his ears P l ainly it was, for now he heard the message clicking: "Will be on eight-forty train to -night. Board same train with young woman FREDERICK .ARCHBOLD." "Smoking Jupiter!" ejaculated the boy, his eyes bulging. "That young woman must certainly be Beth Bronson. I don't need a time-table now I know the tiJain that I'll be on!" Click-click A break was sounding on the wire. came the request from the Woodmere operator : "Repeat of addressee s lowly." Then With painful slowness the Blythe operator sent back: "Mrs. Rachel Underwood "Rachel,'' murmured the eavesdropping hoy, "you must be tirn powerful ally Archbold and Stokes were talking about. But I'll know soon, for I'm going to be there on that train too!" About forty miles from here on the same railroad." CHAPTER III. "Thank you, brother. Now, I've only one more remark SLICK? GLOSSY to make That copy of 'the photo passes over to me in con "All aboard!" cried ;roe Borden, cheerily. nection with this second five." Just as the 8 :40 pulled out of Blythe City our hero ma.de "The boss 'd miss it," obj ected the gallery helper. the last platform, darting from his hiding-place between "Take a chance two freight cars on the s ide track. "Here you are." Stepping into the rear car, he dropped into one of the The ph oto was passed over with a quick movement. In a last seats twinkling it dropped inside Joe's inner jacket pocket. Before the train came up he had seen Lawyer ArchboJd In another twinklin g Joe was down in the street. on the platform "Beth Bronson! Same gir l Archbold and his oil y man There could be no doubt that that tall worthy wa:s aboard were plottin g about. And I've got a little piece of paper 1 the train somewhere. that affects her rights in some way Say, I don't need to "And it's just as well that he isn't in this car," murmake money a ll the time! I'm in this for Simon-pure ad mured the boy. venture Leaning back in the seat, pulling the brim of his soft hat Joe found it necessary to take another walk. s li ghtly forward over his eyes, the boy who l ived in that hat Yet not gone far before he can:ie to a quick con took a half-curious survey of the inmates of the car. clusion. There were not many besides himself-four women and "Why, I don't need to think much about this," he re-1 seven or eight men. I

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LI n :\" G I:\" H L S HAT. 'I --------------"If Archbo l d did sec me, wouhl he suspect an) thing, any-:rncl thirty -fiye mi n utes that t h e tra i n neede d in ord e r to way?" wondered Joe "Any\Yay, he couldn't do more than rcac:b \Y ooclrnere. suspect. I'm going to see .Jliss Beth Bronson . show her It was eighteen minutes to the :fir st s top. that blessed slip, and tell her hat I've overheard I can't l\ ow a young man came in to the ca r, from the r ea r, car clo more, u nless she gives me some clew to work u pon, or rying a small dress suit c:ase. u nless she asks me to keep on the t r ai l of our dark gentle "Any objection to company? he asked p a u s in g s mi l-man. i11gly be8ide our hero's seat. This settled in his mind, our hero did not look for a Joe saw a s tocky, well b u ilt, well dressed young fell ow. very eventfu l trip. "X ot at all," replied our hero, good h umor edly making He settled back to p l an how it woul d be best to a pproach ;oom on the seat. M iss B ronson and make her acquaintance. He s ized up his well built youn g c o m p an i o n a s one who "I've never forgotten her since that fearful night in mu s t have taken the full course in college a t h l et ics. D urango," murmured the boy. "Somehow, I've always felt "Over an hour's ride, and it'll be du ll," r e marked the sure that I'd meet her again somehow, and nqw I'm on the young man "l'm on"my way home, for the fir s t tim e in way to that meet i ng two months It seems like an age, b u t I s uppo s e WoodO ily little Archbold ha .cl not been seated more than two mere looks like the same old p lace. minu t es, in a car well 11p forward, when oily little Stokes There was just a s uspicion of a g l eam of i nteres t in Joe' s made his way to the side of his cluef. <'}CS as the stranger looked into them Stokes whi spered a few words in the other man' s ear. I "You in Woodmere?" Joe asked, with w ha t he t ried "What? whispere
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0 LIVING IN HIS HAT. "That's in my l i ne, I reckon," nodded the unsuspiciou s boy, rising "All new sig hts me. "You'll get over that a bit, I guess," sm iled the s tranger, "when you've seen more of the world "So far I reckon I must have traveled about two hundre d thousand miles," Joe returned ; quietly. "Whew! Well, come on! After you!" The s tranger held the door open, permittin g the unsus picious boy to pass out ahead of him With the train running at forty miles an hour ther e was a stiff breeze. Joe 's hand went up to pull hi s hat on t ight. "Here, look off to the l eft for the first glimpse of th e burning oil geyser !" roared the stranger in our h ero's ea. rs, above the roar of the train and the clttter of the wheel s "Don't see it yet," Joe s houted back. "I got a glimpse then through the trees," bawled the s tranger. "In another mile we ought to hav e a good glimpse of it." Then, after a l ong pause, his eyes opened A low, meaningless laugh escaped hi::; lips. He did not lin derstand yet, but he kn e w that somethi ng tough h ad happ e ned, and it was his in s tinct to meet hard luck with a grin. After another while h e b egan to stir-cautiously, as if tn ing, haH-consciously, to learn the extent of the damage done to him. l\Iotion soon served to clear the boy's mind still more. "The train? That fellow? Oh, the d e uc e Say, I got pitched good and plenty, didn't I ?" A half siUy laugh came from between his lip s He began to rub himself and look for sor e spots "Say, it w ould taka.mor e than that to kill a chap who's bee n kno cked about as mu ch as you have, Joe Borden!" he grinned Now, as more of of it came back to him and his mind began to reach its u s ual clearne ss, Joe first laughed, then I started. "But there's no red refl ection in the sky," Joe objected. "You'll see the whole s i g ht, unless the fire i s down, within a minute OT two." That hat, jammed on hard, was still on his head R eac hin g up Joe remov e d it with a waving flouris h, s uggested then bowed toward the embankment. "I guess your fire 's out-if. it ever sta rted," Joe, doubtfully. He. was about to turn. But just then the str anger caught hi m swiftly in both muscular arms, strapp]ng Joe's arms to hi s sid e "Here-what the dickens!" roared Joe struggli n g to free himself. "He lp! Murder!" Joe beglln to wonder if he was in the grip of a madman. In another second, with all the ease in the world, the stranger threw Joe bodily up in the air, clear o f the train On rus hed the express train, whi l Joe Borden, whirlin g two s omer sa ults, headed down ha.rd for earth! CHAPTER IV. THE TRAIN WRECKER S Whi s h 'l'o the side of the track, and clown beyond a steep whirled the boy in hi s fearful flight. The end, while s udden, woul d h ave been a mazin g, had Joe Borden known it. Instead of landing on rock s or hard earth, hi s shoulclers struck on the yie lding top of a winter haycock, stacked up there by some thrifty farmer. Turn! Almost making another somer sault, the un con scious youngster roll e d and s lid until hi s feet touched the earth, hi s :;houlc1ers resting back ag a in st the hay. 'l'h ere Joe lay, as s till and knowingless a s if d eath had really overtaken him In the firs t place, hi s dizzying flight through air had dazed and dizzied him. Probabl y h e was unconsciou s ere he r eached the hay. The s udden stop, even on that s oft mass, and the subse quent sharp roll downward completed the numbing of hi s mind. For some time the bqy lay there, in that half s tandin g position against the haY. At la s t he stirred s ligqtly, though s till he knew nothing. "My hat's off!" he muttered The Archbold crowd? Slicke t peop l e I ever ran into!" Joe took a few s t eps to make sure that he was not crip pled by his rou gh exper i ence His back ach ed; there was a sever e pain at the back of his neck. rrha.t appeared to b e the total of hi s injuries. "Oh, what a fool you are, Joe B orden the boy grow led Llisgm;tedly, as he painfully climbed the steep banking to the track. "You've been abont an d seen so much. You've learned so much that ot her boys don't know. And then you get a trick lik e this played on yoru Bah That trick ought not to have fooled an idiot." Out there on that lon e l y s tretch of track Joe halted, look ing about him Not a light now anywhere in sigh t. "I wonder what time it can be," murmured the boy, haulin g out his watch H Y he l d it up to hi s ea r, but no tick tick answered He shook the watch, getting 0 1 ily the sound of broken work s in sir1e. Then he g l anced at the hands. "Five past nine? 'I'he time that I wa s pitched off that train r.rhe whirl and the stop was e nou g h to break the wat c h. It was a wonder it didn't brcal( me. Wonder what time it is, anyway?" Then came from the boy's lip s a c r y of anger "And in this time Archbold has met 'Beth Bron s on. What ever v illan y is on foot may be :finished by this time! Oh, .Toe Borden, you fool! A fine fri end you'd be to any body!" Look ing up overhead to get the points ol' the compass, Joe decided in which direction Woodme re Th e n in a gr imly savage humor with himself, the boy started hiR clrearv truclg0 clown the track to-somewhere! "If B eth Bronson is st ill in W ooclmere, I'll find her! If

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LIVING IN HI8 HA'l'. she's been taken away from there, I've got the clew for fol lowin g her If Archbold has brought any ha.ri-p. to her-" Joe's warm blood seemed to run ice cold at the thought. "If he has, I'll hang to that scoundrel like the avenging angel His angry thoughts, hi s eager anxiety for Beth, the gir l to whom he had never spoken but long remembered, stre ngthened. him as he strode along the track. If Joe ached now, he did not know it. He could not stop to think of being tired, played out. His whole thought centered on reaching the next station If there was not a train leaving soon, then he would do his level best to hire an automobile and driver to take him through to Woodmere. "I'll get there in the lea s t time-the shortest cut," he b l azed to him self w ra thfully Did Archbold merely want Beth and that older woman to meet him at the train, or did the lawyer expect them to journey onward with him? Joe wondered over' it all as he trudged a long. c "Oh, the slowness of this!" groaned the boy. "And it docs no good to guess I can know nothing about i t until I ge t to Woodmere." The night was wark, though sufficiently clear for the stars to be visible overhead. With s uch light on : hi s path Joe Borden was compelled to be satisfied. Yet every minute of the way his g l ance was peering ahead for the fir s t of a railway s tation 's lights. At last he halted, peering searching l y ahead "Why, that building must be a railroad building of aome sort," he murmured, star ing hard at the dim outlines of a structure. "No light there? That's strange. Hang it! Means that the l ast train has gone by for the night!" As Joe stood gazing, with a heart that was s inking lower st ill, he saw :figures flit across the tra ck. Now h e mad e out the forms of three men who appeared to be trernendou s ly busy. "Freight l rnndlers? Not likely," he reflected. "They wouldn't be working at this time of the night in a lonely country town. Trackmen? They must be. Well, it will seem good to have s ome one to ask a question or two qf !" Joe started ahead once more, briskly, as the sound of tool s against steel r ai l s came faintly to his ears. "Hold on! Blazes!' Joe stopped short in his tracks, ga:sping and staring hard toward the distant building and the :flitting :figures. "Trackmen be hanged!" he pulsed, feeling a trifle sick in that sudden discovery. "Traclnnen in a repair g an g would use l an t e rn s ,;hen working at night! And they'd have s i gna l s set up the track in both directions. Those scoundrels are--" Young Borden's face went white and stern as he fin i shed : "Train wreckers Yes, that was what they must be, these men who, without light s and :K'rningly with as s oft blows as they could strike, appeared to be bnsy over the tra. c k in this lonely, outof the -way place. "They ha\ ren't seen me yet," v ented B o rden s liding down the embankme nt. "'!"hey :;hant e ither, until I get ready!" Now scree ned by the high banking, Joe s tole forward Rwiftly but as stea lthil)L as a cat s talk s a rat. At la.st, where the gro und level came up closer to the rai lway g rade the boy was forced to make a wid e turn away from the track Now, by keeping the freight shed just ah e ad between himself and the m e n, he was able to approach much closer without being detected "Train wrecke r s? I s hould say they were!" quavered the prying boy, pee rin g ahead. Train w reckers, indeed For these si lent workers in the dark had to rn up some two or three l e ngth s of track. At this very moment they were engaged in sec uring rail road ties across what remained of th e track at the break "Oh, tbe scoundrels!" groaned the watching boy. "Bent on destroying score s of lives! A ll for wha,t? A little loot?" Desperate l y Joe g l anced around him. There was no house within s ight to which he could rpn for help. "And I can't l eave the track now!" throbbed the horrified boy. "No knowing what minute now a train will run a lon g into that dose!" A h e lpless, frightened look around, a s he stoo d jus t out of sight of the worker s Then Joe Borden can1e to a desperate decision-the only "ne that there was time to put through. "Just p lain yeggmen," he decided. "Desperate men, out of ,work and turned crooks. They won't have the nerve of old tirr\e cr iminals! It's taking a huge chance, but I've got to do it i f I'm to sto p that villainy sure ly and save live s '!" Yet, even with a ll his gr it, Joe didn't immensely lik e th e desperate work that h e.was cu tting out for him self . He waited a moment, s teelin g hi s nerves for the effort. Then sudden ly he ran s lowly forward, s houting loudly: "Come on, neighbors H e re are the scoundrels' tha.t are tearing up the track! If they fire a s hot our way lynch 'em !" From the other s id e of the freight h o use came an answer of sta rtled voices. "I'll give 'e m plent y of time to run," thought Joe grimly, as he s la ckened hi s trot a trifle. "Whee I wis h I could see 'em streaki ng down the track. It's no joke if they wait for me to come up Over the w,recked portion of the track stoo d two of the yeggme n as still as if paralyzed b y s udd e n friglit. But a tl1ird upon the freight house platform, stole softly aro und for a look at the on-coming ho s t. An instant l ater Joe charged around the corner of the freight house. "He's all alone!" bawl e d the running yeggman o n the platform

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10 LIVING IN HIS HAT. That news acted like a tonic, a stimulant on the two frightened wretches in the trackway. It was to Waterloo now that Joe Borden charged The nearest yeggma11, a big and bearded ruffian, l eaped :forward, brandishing a club. "Yer will stop us, will yer?" snar led the yeggrna.n an grily, and he rushed at the boy with the club raised in his left hand. His companion ran to his assistance. Joe was alarmed, for he realized that he was no match for them. There was but one thing to be done-to dodge as that club swept downward at him. Joe dodged, but as he did so he s lipp ed, and then the man from the platform, who had leap ed down, caught the boy from behind throwing him. "Hold him there!" snarled he with the club, as Joe' s victor held him to earth. Young Borden did not struggle, well knowing that to do so would be only to invite a worse beating. "What are yer mixing up with us for ?" blazed Joe's captor, while the two other yegg:men waited wra.thily for his answer. :"Have you fellows any idea what a crime you are committing?" demanded Borden, doughtily. "A parson!" sneered the wretch with the club. "Wants to reform us! Nothing but money'll do that, young feller, and we're broke. Tell ye what ye do, fellers. Tie 'im and lay him over the track up the road That'll get rid o' him an' geep 'im from squealin' on us a fterwa.rds." "Maybe he's got some dough in his clothes," hinted Joe's captor, eagerly. "If he has, we need it." The big fellow knelt across Joe, the captor falling back a bit. "Here's a littl e of the green flimsy," pronounced the big man, leaning up to inspect the money that he had secured from the boy's pocket s "About seven dollars," he an nouncecl, after counting. Desperate as his fix was, Joe Borden cou ld not help grin ning inwardly at the thought: "Wouldn't they be paralyzed, if they got my shoes off and found the money that's hidden in them !" "Pretty poor amount of dough," grumbled the yeggma.n who had first downed Joe "But say There's no need o' letting good things go to waste. I b'lieve this kid's good clothes would fit me." "And them s hoe s," put in the third yeggman. "They're jus t my style, size and fit." "Take 'em off, then. They're. yours," growled the big yeggrnan. CHAPTER V. LIFE' SAVING FIREWORKS. When a fellow's silent, he may be thinking! That was just what Joe Borden was doing at this mo ment. As the bearded yeggman bent over him, Joe saw the butt of a revolver sticking out of the fellow's hip pocket. Joe \1 l ef t hand shot straight out for that pistol-butt. His fingers closed over it. Iil the same instant Joe Borden tolled bach."Warcl, as if trying to turn a back somersault. Chug! The toets of his shoes, as they came up, caught lhe bearded yeggman in the back of the head. It wasn't so much of a clip, but the whole maneuver succeeded in rolling the big fellow off of the boy. In a twinkling Joe was on his knees; then he made a sudden leap and a spring that carried him forward". He was safe out of arm's reach, with the pistol now in his right hand as he sped But back of him, as Joe tried to clash off up the track, he heard the feet of the pursuing yeggmen pounding. "Stop, kid, or ye'll get killed!" roared the bearded brute. Joe put on another spurt. Crack! Whi-zz-zz 1 A pistol bullet sang so close to his right ear that Joe Borden knew in a second that these men did not halt at deadly work. Crack! Hardly s lacking in his run, Joe thrust the muz zle of his borrowed revolver around over his left s houlder I and fired at the pursuers. Crack That bullet all but singed Joe's left cheek. "Lead won't stop 'em!" vibrated the boy. "lt's'life or death !" He was within a half a dozen steps of a building at the track s ide. One wide-open window yawned blackly before him. It was only a shed, an old, flimsy structure. But the wood might be thick enough to stop bullets. The s e walls might afford a shelter behind which to stand o ff desperate men in a stiff fight for life or death! A leap ancl nimb l e .Toe vaulted cleanly through the open window into the blackness inside. He landed on his feet, then went up plump against a cask. Like a flash the boy turned. The three yeggmen were dashing straight up toward this window. Crack That was Joe's shot-fired in good earnest, too. As far as he could tell, in the second that followed, he had hit no one, but he had the satisfaction of seeing the yeggmen halt and spread out as soon as they realized that their victim meant business. I "Oh, why doesn't someone hear and come?" grumbled the boy, as he fumbled back in the darkness, watching the scattering of the yeggmen Crack! crack crack Everyone of those three shots struck the wooden walls, one piercing its way inside. T11en came a hail : "Corne out, kid, and throw down that gun, and we'll let ye live!" "'Wonder if they think I'm going to answer that?" mocked the boy, under his breath. In groping, still with his gaze toward the window, he had come upon a hogshead lying on its side.

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. 11 For an instant Joe bent down, the smell attracting him. "Coal oil!" he muttered. "I thought so!" His nimble :fingers found a bung-hole in place. All in a twinkling an idea came to him. Looking around, Joe thought he saw a crack of light in the wall opposite the open window. But first of all he stepped nearer to the open window. Off in the grass beyond the boy saw a bearded head rise. Joe fired for that head, taking pains only to send the bullet close to the head. Then over to that crack of light in the opposite wall h e moved. "Just wha.t it seemed to be," he murmured, joyously. "A wooden shutter that will swing open." HG didn't swing it, just then, but went back to the keg that la y on the ground. Giving it a slight roll, he se:gt the bung-hole plug neaJ:e r to the ground. Then, with a hard he drew the plu g out. Gurgle Standard oil was running over the floor of the shed in a heavy, odorous stream But Joe hopped back to the window, took another shot at something moving in the grass, then moved back, to find the cask empty after a few moments. "Setting fire to a building is arson, and again s t the law," throbbed the boy, eagerly, "But how about this sort of fireworks, when one's only object is to save lives? That ought to excuse a fellow. I'll take a chance, anyway," he concluded, grimly. Flare 'l"he tiny jet of light trembld a bit in his hand as he held it ready. "Oh, pshaw! This is no time to hesitate," he grunted. "What's one life against fifty, even if it is my life?" Grinning, desperately, he bent clown with the lighted match, touching at the edge of a pool of coal oil. In another instant he straightened, dashed for the closed shutter, thrust it open and vaulted through. Nor did he reach the ground outside an instant too soon For, almost in a twinkling, the floor of that shanty was a mass of lurid, thick, smoky, yellow flame! Whether there was anyone lurking on this side of the shanty to stop his flight was something the boy now had to consider. Ah, yes! Right here in front of him was one of the yeggmen, just in the act of rising out of the grass to fire upon him. Flash That pistol-light seemed almost to burn in the boy's face, though it was a dozen feet away. Jus t by the shade of a quarter of an inch did that ball miss his head. Crack Joe's fourth cartridge struck the ground just be fore the feet of the young yeggman, causing that worthy to jump as if stung Ancl now Joe, past his enemy, was sprinting for dear life, Btraight up the slope of a hill s ide that stretched be yond. ''Come on, and we'll get him !" roared the yeggman Joe had so hastily distanced. But now a hoarse yell rang from behind. The other two yeggmen had discovered Joe's real trick. That oil shed was now a mas3 of roaring fl.a.mes. As the yeggman nearest our hero turned at the yell, he swore roundly. Joe, dropping close to the ground under the shelter of the first clump of trees that he came to on hillside, looked backward with huge enjoyment. It was a glorious sight, that blazing, crackling oil-shed. Even as our hero took his first look, he saw a deeper jet of yellow flame shoot up throu g h the roof of the shed. Then came the boom of a dull explosion. One of the full casks of oil had exploded. Having a high flame-point, the oil had not exploded as disastrously as gasolene would have clone. But now the flames roared and crackled with greater racket than ever. Almo s t instantly ca.me another boom. Down on the railroad track, some distance from the shed, stood two yeggs, beckoning to the fellow who had tried to s top Joe Borden. "You fellows feel up a stump, now, for fair, don't you?" chuckled watching Joe, to whom the blazing building made objects arnund that part of the track almost as plain as by day. Joe felt like Bhaking hands with himself. With the oil to soak into the wood and feed the flame, this fire would likely last for hours-perhaps until day light. It would serve as beacon to trains coming from either direction. No engineer, seeing such a furious blaze ahead, and close to the track, would run his train anywhere near it until the train crew had first gone forward to investigate. One of the first things that such trainmen would dis cover would be the torn-up track close at hand. "There'll be no train-wreck to-night," glowed the boy, in the pride of a thing well done. "What's a few barrels of oil? If the company don't want to settle the bill for having its tra,in saved, I'll pay the bill myself." Past the glow and its confines the three yeggmen had hurried off up the track. "Just on the side," murmured Joe, in some anxiety, "I've got to make sure that they don't round this hill and swoop down on me when I'm not looking. If they wanted to kill me before I spoiled their job, how on earth can they feel toward me now !" Another boom, and, finally, a fourth, came from su c ceecling exp lo sions. "As I remember it," murmured the boy, "there were just four caRks of oil in that shed. If that's so, we won't have any more noise, now, but just a good, steady glare for hours." Truly, the oil-drenched pile was burning as if tb.e fire never would be quenched.

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LIVING I N HIS HAT. "Crackey !"muttered the boy, leaning upwa. rd in sudden alarm, and li s tening. "While I've been hidin g her e and enjoying the fireworks, I seem to have plumb forgot that those rascals could hurry up the track and tear up the rails somewhere else It seemed ri sky to venture from hi s retreat. But Joe could see nothing else left ro clo except to l eave hi s hidin g p l ace and go cautiously on up the track, trailing those despe radoe s He stood up, looked cautiously a bout, then started, obliquely, toward the track, keeping as much a s he cou ld beyond the glow o f light. Not half way hac.l h e gone, however when, a mile up the track, rang the s harp whistle. ','Gracious gasped the boy "That's an express s ur e He s tarte d to run for the track, now, in terrible earnest, but 8Hdde nl y brought up s hort What 's the use of getting out of breath?" he l aughed. "Thr frllow s haven t had time to t ea r up the track any whele else--yet." Whirling onward at fifty miles an hour, that train was ra p idl y drawing to the spot. "What if the e n g in eer doesn't see the flames until its too l ate to s top?" panted th e boy. , He irlt faint and sick at the awful prospect of seeing a trainful of travellers clash into destruction before his eyes. "If what I 've done doesn' t work the trick, then th'ere's nothing l ef t to clo," he groa ned. Hi s head dizzy with fright, hi s knees weak under him, he sank to t he ground. 'l'here, in the n er distance, was the red glare of the engine s fire again st the dark sky overhead. Joe felt tempted to shut hi s eyes to the horror, but he con] cl not. Th e n another s harp whist l e sounded. sonnd--the whis tle for brakes! Joe knew that coaches Behind these were four Pullman cara, h eavy and dark, nearly all of their occupants sleeping But, almost in a twinkling, it seemed, two of the train e:rew were back with the startling news that track had been torn up ahead and obstructions piled for a wreck Now everybody had questions to ask at once, of other,; who knew no more than themselves. Joe, who had mingled ;;o well with the pasaengers that he seen:efl to be one of them, felt at no pains to tell all that he knew. Standing on the ground near the p l atforms between a day coach and a Pullman, Joe Borden suddenly r eceived an e l ectric s hock. If it wasn't really that, it was something wonderfully lik e it in effect. For out of the front door of the Pullman, w rapp ed' in a long, light travelling 11lster wa s the girl whose photograph the yeggman had passed by in going thTough Joe's pocket.a. Beth Bronson There cou ldn't be a doubt of it. It was the same face that Joe had seen before in Mexico on a well-remembered night-the same girl. He stood there, g]aring at h er in bewilderment, for Beth if travelling to night, should have been on a train going in the opposite direction. -Sholcl he spenk to her? Joe, after swift reflection, de cided to watch and wait his chance. The O"irl vith liarc1lv an irn:tant 's hesitation, turnc>d to 0 ., leave the train from the opposite side to that on which her eager, unlmo\vn champion &toad. Her foot had just touched the ground when th e girl g lan ced up into the face of a fellow-passeng<:\', who was coming along at the side of the train. "You here?' shuddered the girl, starting back. "You came, too, on this train?" Joe Borden saw that man's face. He could hardJ:v keep from crying out. For the face that filled the girl with fright was the dark, evil, cold, cruel face of Frederick Arch bold "Glory! Now, will they b e able to s top in time?" Joe had just presence of mind enough to dodge out of He watched like one fascinated as, ind eed, Borden was. s ight on hi s side of the train. Th e train was in sight now, its speed gradually l essening. "V..'by, Miss Bron s on, why shouldn't I be on the train?'' Th e e n g ine' s pne11mati c brakes, aid ed by the work of I our hero heard the lawyer ask, in a tone that was meant the tram crew at th e hand brakes, was gradually l essening t,1 be plea s ant. the h eadway I "lf you arc here, then no wonder death lurk s in the air!" Oh, I hop e they make the s top in time!" c hattered the j cried tl1C girl desperately. boy I "Indeed, I am flattered, Mis>" Bronson. But I will not Nearer g lided the train, despite the efforts to stop it. annoy yo11. See! I take myself away!" Now another s harp whis tle and, almost with a wrench, ii His hastening footsteps on the gravel sounded to Joe's th e train came to a jarring stop, fully four hundred feet ears. away from the bla;r,ing oil-shed. "Oh, that man fills me with fear as much as he does with "Good Great! That's all right!" g lowed the boy, lea.ping loathing!'' cried the gir l in a voice that reached Borden' s to hi s feet. rars and made heart bound. "Even death may cer He was w e ll past the clearest glow of th e fire. He had r eached th e train, without b e in g noticed, by the time that the fir s t g roup s of curious pa ssengers were on the tainly lurk in my path, ::;ince he persists in following me!" Tt was time to do somrthing. Darting up the steps, Joe went nimb l y down the l ast one on the other side. ground, eager to know what h ad caused this s top "Miss Beth Bronson!" he whi apcred, l eaning s li ghtly out Tho ; e first to the ground came from the three day l toward the girl.

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. 13 She turned swiftly, gazing at our hero bewilderedly. "What-how-who are you?" cried the girl, tremulously, one hand clutching over her heart. "A friend!" breathed Joe, ra;iidly. "A staunch friend -and I think you need one!" CHAPTER VI. THE HAUNTED GIRL. Beth Bronson shot at her woufol-be champion a look of renewed terror. "You're afraid of me?" whispered Joe "I don t blame you. But you wouldn't b e afraid of me if Archbold should catch me here. The glare he'd give me would pro mote me into favor in your eyes." Beth did not try to stir away. She gazed intently at this eager boy with the glowing face. She was studying him, trying to detect some flaw in his pretense of friendliness. "By the way," whispered Joe, eagerly, "do you happ e n to know anything about a s lip of paper with the initials 'G' and 'F' written on it, and figures grouped around each l etter? Beth' s eyes became luminou s "Yes, yes!" she whispered, her lips mo ving for the first tim e since that first cry of hers. "Is it anything you want?" asked Joe, swiftly. "Yes! Oh,yes!" "Well, I 've got it!" flashed Joe, triumphantly. "I got it away from Archbold and a little man named Stokes." Again Beth stretched out an imploring hand. "Give it to me-quick!" she whispered. "I can't," Joe declined. "Simply can't-just now. It's -in one of my shoes." Beth s uddenl y started back, incredulou s ly. "You're mocking me!" she utter ed, s u spicio usly, half angrily. "I never saw you before. I don't know you." "You don't know me," corrected' Joe, boldly, "but you've seen me before." "vVhere? When?" "Think back a little way, Miss Bronson. Y o u remember having been in Durango, Mexico ?" At the recollection Beth sh uddered. "You remember the ni ght the bandits raided the towntried to make it out a revolution, but their real game was to loot one of the bank s there and get away with the money?" "What do you know about that?" breathed Beth, wonder ingly "There were a party of Americans at the depot, waiting to take a night train away from Duranga," Joe went on. "Yes, but what--" "Then the rurales-mounted Mexican police-rode in from the next nearest town. Rurales and bandits fought like :fiends. The fight raged all around the railway sta tion. Several Americans got hit by the flying bullets." "Oh, that awful night!" shivered Beth, her wide-open eyes still on Joe's face "In the midst of all the excitement," hurried on Joe, "the night express steawed in. The fighting was going ori fiercer than ever. Many Americans had huddled inside the station, and didn't dare leave Some made a clash through the storm of bullet s across the platform, and into the train. One young man gra bbed you up, made a dash across the platform and left you in the train, much more than half-fainting. Then that same young man darted back after the woman he had seen with you. He came staggering out with that woman, and got her aboard, some how. "You bring the picture all back," gasped the girl. "When I came to, after the train had left that horrid place, I was told I had been saved by a young hero." "I was that-hero," announced Joe Borden, meekly "You!" Beth started toward him, grasping one of his hands, gratefully. "But why did you not stay on the train with us?" she asked, wonderingly. "I meant to." "What prevented you?" "The woman that was with you sen t me back to get her bag, and--" "A miserable piece of baggage!" "The train was beyond reach when I got back to the plat form with that bag," explained Joe. "I believe you now!" cried the girl, impulsively. "Then please me now, Miss Bronson, by running off to a little distance from here, where I may talk to you with out anyone else hearing. Come! It will be two or three hours be-fore the train can leave here As he spoke, Joe tightened his grip on the hand of hers that he held, and led her up o ver the car steps. "There comes my guardian, Mrs Underwood," mur mured Beth. "Shall wait for her?" The answer that shot over Joe's shoulder ma.de Beth Bronson jump : "Not on your life She's in the pl o t against you Scoot!" Beth's feet touched the ground lightly as Joe caught her in his arms. He did not wait to linger over the situation, but con ducted her rapidly down the track for a distance of n e arly two car-lengths, then branched off into the field from which he had fir st approached the train. "If you're afraid -if you don;t trust me," he whispered, "you've only to remember that a single good scream would bring a mob of people from the tr'ain "Oh, I trust you-now," whispered Beth, in a low voice that thrilled the boy. "But it's all so strange! Yet now, as I look at you, I feel certain that I remember having seen your face in that frightened crowd at Durango. "And you'll trust me, on the strength of that night?" half smiled Joe.

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14 LIVJ.:NG IN HIS HAT. "Why shouldn t I? Especially when I am in such de5perate need of a friend?" "\Vill you go a little further up this hillside with me?" Joe asked, nodding up toward the sloping gully in which he had hidden from the yeggmen. "Why not?" asked Beth, calmly. "I-I didn't know as you'd quite care to go so far that you couldn't be heard from th e train." "Why, the fact that you're so carefu l of me proves to me that I'm safe with you," protested the girl, earnestly. "Thank you, Miss Bronson. Well, at l east, up by thia gully, we're not likely to be bothered or spied upon. Here, why not take a seat on thi s rock?" Stripping eff his jacket, he spread it over the top of the rock. Beth was about to seat herself, when her eye. was caught by a card that had fallen from the inside pocket of that coat. \ She stooped to pick it up, and, in doing so, glanced down at the face on the card. "Why, this is my photograph!" she cried, in astonish ment. "How did you come to have it?" "'That-er-was part of my work in getting track of you to-night," answered Joe, blushing. "And now, excuse me," he added, quickly, to cover up h}s. red-fac e d con fusion. Going off a little distance, he sat down to unlace his left shoe. From that shoe he took the slip of paper. Replacing his shoe, he went back to Beth. "Can you see this," he asked, "or shall I strike a match?" "It's the same paper thaJ I had!" cried the girl. "A precious paper, too Where did you get it?" "Archbold and Stoke s had it. I got. it. Too long a story to tell now," Joe rattled on. "What I'm dying to know is how I can help you out of your trouble, whatever it is." "You told me that Mrs. Underwood was in the plot against me?" asked Beth, very thoughtfully. "Yes." "I half suspected that. I have had reason to s uspect her!" "Who is she? What i s she?" "She was a friend whom m y father trusted when he was alive," Beth answered, quietly. "Trusted her too much, by far, for in his will he l eft her as my guardian, with charge of my fortune." Archbold telegraphed her, this afternoon, to meet a train to-night, and to bring you along. That telegram is now on file at the Blythe City railway station." "Oh, the treachery of it!" s huddered the girl. Then, after a few moments, perceiving the slip of paper that she still held, she murmured: "This is not safe in my hand s It ha s been taken from me once. Do you mind keeping it a little longer? I know that you will keep it safe for me." "Why, of course I'll keep it-at yO'llr request, clicked Joe, promptly. "And you can hold me for security." Retreating, laughing, he again hid the slip in his shoe. Thi s done, he returned. to the girl. "Are you aware that, as yet, I don t even know the name of my friend?" asked the gi rl, smiling. "That break is soon mended," laughed Joe, happily "Joseph Borden-all the time and wholly at your service, Miss Beth Bronson!" "And you live-" "In my hat," replied the boy, prom'jJtly, and partly from force of habit. But Beth col ored, half afraid that he was poking fun at her. "I mean," Joe went on, reddening, "the whole wide world is my home. I haven't any spot that I call home, and so I go knocking about from corner to corner of this earth." "Oh, you poor, unhappy fellow!" crie d Beth, sympa th,e ti call y. "Oh, I don't know-it ain't so bad after all," cried Joe, wanning to a defense of his mode of life. "And this isp't gett in g down to how I can help you, Miss Bronson. Let me show you how to get at it," he went on, in a brisker, more business-like tone "That s lip of paper, for instance. What's it all about, if you don't :ipind telling me?" "I'll have to go back of that, if I'm to te ll you anything," murmured Beth. "I guess I'll have to start pretty near the beginning Weil, then, I can hardly remember my mother, I was so young when she died. It was my father Ephraim Bronson, who brought me up. "Dad was a good deal interested in western mines, and spent a good deal of his time in Colorado ahd Montana. Dad had a partner, Jeff Ooollidge, who spent all his time in the western mining country. "Dad died about three years ago, leavng me a very nice fortune, with Mrs. Underwood to look after both myself and the money. I used to hear, every now and then, from Dad's old partner, Jeff, who said he was doing famously well, and that he intendea to make me his heiress, too. ''But one day, in a bad streak of specu lation, poor old Jeff lost every dollar he had. I felt terribly about it, ai;d if I had controlled my own money I would have set Jeff on his feet again right away. But as it was, I couldn't do anything. "A few months ago I began to form suspicions that Mrs. Underwood was not hone stly caring for m y fortune. I asked her about it, and she l aughed uneasily, telling me that everything was all right. Still, I didn't believe that it was. "One day, not l ong ago, I told her bluntly that when I bec::::::e of age, or before t h en, if I married, I sho uld hold her fully accountable for her care of my fortune, and that if she had done anything wrong, she might look for trouble. "Mrs. Underwood flew into a dreadful passion An hour lat e r she l eft the house. I am certain that she went to Bl ythe City to see Lawyer Archbold, who was often at her

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LIVING lX HIS HAT. "While Mrs. Underwood was gone, that c1ay, Dad's old! why she wanted to get hold of the mine secret, don't you? partner, Jeff; reached the house. He looked like a dying If she and Archbold could find that mine and manage it for man and was. Yet he had come all the way :from Colorado me, they could undoubtedly stea l enough money through to see me. He had struck it rich, at last 1 Away off in one operating expenses to pay back what was taken from my of the lonelie st parts of the Colorado mountains Jeff had fortune, and more beside s But I refused to give up the come upon a that he said woulc1 make the owner fabucipher to the mine, or to let them managr. it for me." lously rich. Yet both the place and the signs of gold 11ere "Manage it for you, you poor innocent!" cried Joe:so well hidden that the daim might go for another oentury "How was the mine yours to manage?" without being discovered. "Why, poor, dear old Jeff gave it to me," Beth replied "Too old and too sick to take surveyors back and stake innocently. out his claim, and afraid to trust any one with the secret, "He gave you the secret to its location," Joe retorted. poor, faithful old Jeff had just time to get to bed on a train, "But he didn't leaye you the mine itself. He couldn't. and manage to reach me. After We had a talk that day, He had never staked it out, and so it didn't belong to him. he died holding my hand." Had Archbold and Mrs. Underwood ever gotten at the locaBeth's voice shook. Her eyes were wet. tion of that mine, they'd have it for themselves. Joe waited, silently, for some moments; before he asked: And, Miss Bronson, while I don't know about Mrs. Un" What then, Miss Bronson?" derwood--" "With the lasit strength that Jeff could use in writing," "You ought to," Beth broke in, smiling. "You carthe girl went on, "he traced the writing on that slip which ried her to the train at Dnrango." you have. It shows the way to that lonely claim. That "I. don't know how big a crim inal Mrs. Underwood little piece of paper, in poor old Jeff's handwriting, is the would be," Joe wer:t on, "but, with less than millions at key to a fortune-a fortune greater than either he or Dad stake I am certain that Archbold snuff a girl's life had ever dreamed of!" out without pity!" "Can you read the key? You under stand the cipher?" Again Beth shudde red. Then she rose, clutching lightly Joe asked, slowly. -at one of Joe's arms. "It is s imple enough. The l etters and the figures refer to township and section -m aps of Colorado. Anyone, with a little puzzling, can figure out the spot that's meant Why, 'I've had the map to Colorado, and have placed my pencil mark right on the spot." Joe started, feeling a wave almost of fear. Beth Bronson had entrusted him with the whole secret of this immensel y valuable mining claim that any one h."1low ing might make his "I don't helieve I'm really a coward," she faltered; "but I don't want to die." "Of course you don't. Nobody does who anything worth living for," Joe assured her. "And the only chance of your being murdered--" He s huddered worse than the girl had clone as he spoke the ugly word. "--would b e in case Archbold had reason to think The boy gasped. Then, as Beth glanced up at his face, your death would lead to his getting the secret again." he went on, tremulous.ly: "Then you are su re that he cannot get the !?ecretof "Do you realize, Miss Bronson, that you've pass e d your the mine, unless he again sees that slip containing the key?" secret over to me? That I could rob you of that mine, "If he didn't need the key that we've got," throbbed Joe, now, if I were wicked enough?" "he wouldn't waste any time over you, :Miss Beth. He'd "But you're not, are you?" asked Beth calmly. pike !?traight out to Colorado anc1 locate that claim at "Thank Heaven I'm not. But I'm wondering, mightily, government office. Once he had clone that he could laugh at Miss Bronson whether Archbold and Stokes have copied you. Make very sure, my d ear Beth that he doe:m't know this slip, so that they'll know just where to go and what how to find that lonely mine witho11t our help." to do?" For a few moments both "were silent Beth looked at her companion in swift dismay. Then Joe resumed, thoughtfully: "Come to think of it, they haven't a copy," Joe went "But nothing is ever likelv to make Archbold believe that on, deciding rapidly. "If they had, they wouldn't have you can't give him the key to that mine. He'll hound you tried to get it back from me. Nor would they have gone for it to the end." to the trouble of trying to murder me." "Why couldn't I vanish, and locate the mine myself?" "Murder you?" cried Beth, her voice hollow with horror. queried the girl. "Oh, it wasn't much," Joe her, cheerfully. "One "Because you're a minor-not of age under the law. of their crew threw me off a railroad train, to kill meOnly citizens of age can locate claims." that was all. And, now I think I understand why I was "But you--" thrown. That fellow meant to come buck and go through "I'm not of age, either, Miss Beth. This is the first me to find the slip. In some way he missed me." time I have ever wishe d that I was past twenty-one "If Mrs. Underwood really has been using my fortune "But what shall I do?" B et h demanded, lookin.
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16 LIYING IN HIS HAT. If he had saved her once before, why could he not b e trusted to do it again-now? "I'd hate to give you bad advice, Miss Beth, But, hon estly, I don t believ you're safe with Mrs. Underwood." "Neither do l." "Then, if you'll let me :find you a place of safety, with some good woman--" "Oh, if you only would!" "Do you mean it?" queried Joe, delightedly. "Be sure that I do. "Then we can fix it-somehow-where you'll be safe for the present," cried Joe, happily. "Safe, while I think and work and scheme in your interests, Miss Beth!" "Then we won' t go back to the train, but further from it?" Joe was about to answer, when a :figure loomed up less than a hundred y ard s away in the darkness. and came hurriedly toward them. Beth saw, too, and stood rooted with horror. "Miss Bronson!" called Archbold' s voice, "Mrs Underwood sent me to :find you and to say that s he wis he s to see you at once." Then, as Archbold got near enough to see our hero's face, the tall man fell back in momentary astoundment "You h e re, boy' ? You, inte rfering, as I suspected?" the man rag ed, a frenzy of wickedness darkening his face. It was a moment for des perate meas ures. ''Pass the dry-gooJs down this way, Tim," ordered Mug gins, himself coming down the gully at a run. He quickly threw himself upon Joe, relieving the lawyer. "It's the same kid," s naried l\fuggins, g laring balefully into Joe 's face. What same kid?" demanded Archbold. "The same young feller thet s p o iled our job o' train. wrecking." "Muggins," ga s ped Archbold, hi s face turning a s i ckly, dirty white for the instant, "was it you who tried to wreck that train yonder?" "Course it was," leered Muggins. "Then, you blockhead, you sCQundrel, you came n ear gct tng my life into the b a r gain!" "Was ye on thet train?" grinned the bearded one. "Humph! Well, no matter. Nothing happened! I'm safe," utte red the lawyer with a s hrug of his s houlders. Beth, white and scared, and sobbin g bitterly, was now dragged to the spo t. Joe, half knocked out himself, sta r ed at h er, h is heart aching with pity for her. Indeed, h e bar e l y t h o ught of himself. "Young lady," smiled the lawy er, grimly, "you find that I have a long arm." "I :find, as I had supposed, that you are the associate of criminals," retort ed Beth her wet eyes fl.ash ing. "Softly, child, soft l y !" warned the lawyer, coldly "G 1 "Sometimes people say so much that it isn't worth while to et awav allow them to live any l o ng e r." Joe Borden whipped out the r e volver : "Run s traight up the gully-Beth!" he cried. from this scoun--" Thump! Archbold's h\)avy walking stick, thrown by its owner, hit Joe on the temple, downing him. With an oath Arcl:ibold reached forward, s natching up the revolver. But from the top oi the gully sounded the voice of that beared yeggman, in accents of triumph: "Catch the gal, fellers She belongs to the kid thet spoiled our job Give h e r je s t the same a s we'll give him, now we've got him !" CHAPTER VII. THE AGONY O F DEFEAT. Beth's s harp scream rang out as she found herself strug gling in the g rip of the yeggmen. That scream, whi c h might have brought a hundred m e n to her rescue, was los t to such hope on account of their distance from the train. Archbold, from .his position a-top of Joe Borden, where the lawyer was hammering the dazed boy, called out, ex citedly: "Is that you, Muggins ?" "Who's calling me?" demanded the astonished voice o f the bearded yeggman. "Archbold "That you, 'Squire Archbold?" "Of course, you blockhead! Come here, quick, and bring that girl with you." Muggins took the hint in a jiffy. "Say the word, 's quire, and I'll shut off the gal's talk for ye forever." "Say," utte red the younger yeggman who answered to the name of 'l'im, as he looked down at helpless JQe, "seems to me the m 's the same shoes I spoke for j est before the k i d bolted from us. Whatma.de ye run so, kid? Hate to giv e up the shoes?" "Shoes?" r epeated Archbold, thoughtfully. Th e n of a s udd e n a queer li ght shone in hi s eye. "J3y all means help yourself to those shoes, Tim. And look in them carefully when you get them off!" "Oh, Lord! It's all up now with B eth's mine," groaned Joe, inwardly a nd turning s i c k at the tho u ght. "Archbold just suspected where to look for that pa .per!'' Ar c hbold turned again to :Mug g ins. "So train-wr e cking is in y our lin e now, is it, m y man?" "To-night's was the :first job I ever tried in that line. I'll do better ne xt time." "Next time," rang a cold, deadl y warning voice; "you'll do the trick behind bars I Up with your hands, every son of you!" No words can picture the consternation that f e ll ;upon four men of that startled group in the gu lly. Nor could any words express wondering deli ght and joy of Beth Bronson and h e r champion. For five new actors on the s c e ne h a d just s tepped out

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LIVING IN HIS HA'l'. 1'1 from the concealment of the shadows under the nearby trees. These men werE'. armed, and displaying their pistols in a way that foreboded a whole lot of shooting in a moment more. "Young lady," remarked this man, whom the other detectives addressed as "Mr. Foss," "we are delighted to have been of such timely service to you and your friend ." "No more delighted than I was to see your friendly faces !" cried Beth. "Up with your hands!" came the second command, "or "It seems a shame," went on Foss, "that we s hould have we'll save the gallows a job!" to ask you, young lady, to go with us at all as witnesses Snarlingly the yeggmen put up their hands. against these wretches. But, as you heard their confessioc "Yours, too!" clicked the leader of this new crowd, turn of their crime, your testimony will be highly important." ing to Archbold. Beth and Joe exchanged dismayed glances. "Who are you?" demanded the lawyer, haughtily, withOur hero had hoped to be able to get Beth off somewhere out obeying. where not even her name wouid be known, and where she "Railroad detectives, who just happened to be on that would be' sa.fe, for the present, under some good, moth e rly train. Up with your hands I" woman. ''You'll have to excuse me: gentlemen," replied Archbold, with a cool smile. "I am an attorney-at-law, and am some times engaged as counsel f01; your road." But Joe tried to cover up his confusion by remarking: "When that gang had me, I never looked for the coming of anyone like you." "Don't let him get off that way!" roared Joe, sitting up. "Why, we were on ?ur way down the road, on that train, "He knows these yeggs, and is one of their accomplices. If to report to division headquarters in the morning," ex you heard him talking just now, you'll know that to be plained the elated Foss. "When we found out what was up true." we all piled out and went s earching through these parts to "We heard all the talk," clicked the leader of the de-see if we could come across any of the crooks who had tectives. "So put up your hands, counsellor If you don't, t d th t k" B t 1 Id h ht ne e ram-wrec mg. u we s 1ou ave gone .ng you ll have all your arguments stopped for the future by a b h "f t h a 't b f th 1 a b ll t ,, y ere, 1 1 a n een or e young a y s screams. uTeh. te d t ht f d t d A h Hearing her voice, and feeling sure, after a moment, that e menacrng one s ppe s raig orwa r owar re 1 h . a. a 1 a ftl d b la "th bl d tt h" s e was m no imme iate anger, we c ose m so y, an O Wl 00 Wrl en ln lS eye. h d h b a b f d t f "Y 'll t th" I" d tl 1 J ear w at was emg sa1 e ore we pounce ou rom ou regre is qmvere ie awyer d d h 1 l t ]) kn "All ht th ,, .d th d t t h .1 h cover an ma et ese very uc
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18 LIVING IN HIS HAT. rrhey had crossed the hill, had l eft the fields behind, now, and were C\ut on a country road. Foss appeared to know jus t where the nearest police sta tion in this country district was to be found, and was lead ing the way. The present road led up a slight incline. At the left a gully stretched back from the road through a forest. "All ready, Beth!" whispered the boy, suddenly. He caught her hand strongly. Beth looked at him in surprise, hut not in alarm. "Ba.ck of this tree," he whispered. "Down the slopeso!" "They were down in the gully, racing fleet-footedly along its length. Before long they out on a by-path. "They'll never find us, now," grinned Joe. "But wasn't it wrong ta run away?" asked Beth, anx iously as they walked at slower pace along this path. "Wrong?" Joe demanded, with dignity. "If it was, do you think I'd have done it?" "No, no, of cour s e not," murmured Beth. Joe smiled to himself when he found that point sett led. "You see, Beth, if you show up as a witness in this case Mrs. Underwood will know where to find you. You can wager she's wondering with all h er might just where you are now. If she could find you, in the morning, s he could take you into her charge again, couldn't she?" "Yes!" shuddered Beth "She's my legal guardian." "And she could hire someone to watch over you and see that you didn't get away again. Then you can imagine the way you'd be tormented by Archbold and crowd." "But Archbold ha s been arre&ted." "Yes; and the chances are that he'll ha Ye a co1mtry magistrate routed out of bed, and be loose in an hour. In any case he'll be free in the morning. Now, B e th, we've got to find out what can be done for you. There 's something-there must be-and we're going to put up a warm, genuine fight fqr your rights But we've got to plan it over carefully, and the chances are that wf!ve got to have some money." "Money?" echoed the girl, sadly. "I can't get any ex cept through Mrs. Underwood." "But I can,'' promised Joe, stoutly. "I can get money from home." "From home?" asked Beth, in a puzzle. "Yes I 'rhink of all the money the r e is in the world! The world is my home, you know, Beth, and I'm going to get some more money out of the world before long. It may take weeks, or months, and I'll have to go abroad and hustle for it-but I'll get it !" "But what's going to become of me?" faltered Beth "You are going to :find a nice, quiet, safe, seclud e d little boarding place. I shall leave you there as .soon as I'm sure you're in good hands." "But 1 can't pay board," Beth objected. "I can I" "But I-I don't want you to," protested the girl, looking troubled. "Why not?" demanded Joe. "I'm going to be your bus i ness agent in this, Beth. I'm going to put up what money's needed now, and find some more money. I'm going to push you through to success with that claim, and then you can s ettle with me-generously!" Beth s miled into his eyes, as if in earnest of how generous she would be, in the hour of success, with this big-hearted, unselfish champion of hers : An hour later, in another village, Joe succeeded in rous ing a man with an automobile. B etween then and daylight the machine carried them over thirty miles of ground. At daylight the young pair boarded a trolley car. Joe directed a c hange of cars and routes four or five times. While the morning was st ill young, Joe Borden found the place for whch he was looking-a safe retreat for Beth, who would be the only boarder with a quiet, refined, moth erly woman nam ed Blis s Representing Beth as his s ister Joe left a substantial sum with Mrs. Bliss, then turned for his good-by e to Beth. "It may be a little while before you see me, but not long," he murmured, as he h e ld her hand at parting. "Keep yourself away from the public eye. Keep quiet until I come back with somet hing like real plans. And now I'm off, to scheme, and hustle and :fight!" CHAPTER VIII. JOE PLAYS FOXY. "I thought so,'' chuckle d the boy. Joe's feet were treading, again, the streets of "Little Old New York." It was a week since h e had left Beth. Not a tremendously busy week had it proved, but it count ed, for it told him what he wanted to know about Archbold and that crew. In the first place, after leaving Beth, Joe had gone back by swift express train to appear as a witness for the rail road against the yeggmen. There was some disappointment with Foss over the dis appearance of the girl, but at the same time there were witnesses enough without her. So Joe had not been forced to divulge her whereabouts. In court, that morning, he stoo d prepared to tell the whole story of his meeting and dealings with the yegg men. But the case was adjourned for two weeks. Lawyer Archbold had, of course, been released that same morning. From court Joe bad gone direct to the railway s tation. He appeared to be in a tremendous hurry, but that was purely for the benefit of those who, he was sure, Archbcld would have on hi s trail. The train had borne Joe direc;t to Chicago, seve nty miles away.

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. 19 On the train our hero made sure that he was being J "I don't need a look into that cab," grinned the boy, shadowed by Barrows, disguised. inwardly. "I know without looking. Archbold is in the re. "He hopes I'm going to lead the way to Beth," that anEwers all I want to know. In the first place, the boy. that crew haven't discovered where Beth is. As soon as they In a State Street drug store, by stepping of the read that newspaper yarn, 'rith careful directions for find counter as if for a moment only) and then handing a clerk ing me, Archbold and Barrows hu st led on to New York. a dollar bill for piloting him out through the back-yard, They thought I had B et h here in hiding. The other thing Joe shook Barrows from his trail. that I know, now, is that Archbold didn't have that paper Within the n ext hour Joe was whirling across seve ral long enough. to make a copy oJ' it or puzzle out its mean states to New York City. ing. So he's sti ll hot on the trail of the whole business. This move, again, was to enable him to learn what he \Yell, now!" wanted to know of the enemy. Smiling, Joe iialted on a street corner, iooking carelessly For two or three day s our h ero went about seeing the about him. He did not attempt to look at Barrows, but sights. he saw him, nevertheless, talking to someone in the cab, Then, going to a newspaper office, he told s u c h an interwhich had drawn up at the curb. esting story of his wanderings that he got himself written "I guess I'll go and see Bctli," Joe Borden grinned. up in that newspap e r 1 "That's what that pair are expecting me to do. The article had reached Chicago. He stepped into a florist s shop and ordered a bouquet. There had bee n just about time for a train to get in from Some time he spent in directing the florist's efforts. Chicago, and now Joe was posted in the publi c library But when, at last, that bouquet was doue, it looked fit where, according to the newspaper reporter, our hero spent for presentation to a queen. most of his time when in New York. "That'll satisfy the enemy as te where I'm going, I Crouching down in his chair, his hidden behind a guess," Joe. big book, Joe covertly watched the new arrivals in the Now, out on the str eet again, with the tissue covered libary. bouquet in one hand, Joe walked down a side street where It was, he knew, about half an hour after the arrival the were all r eside nces. of the last train from Chicago. He r an up the s teps of one of the houses, rang the bell, A man bearded, and behind green goggles, came into the A gir l opened the door. Lifting his hat, Joe ste pped in -great reading room, wandering about s lowly, looking at the side, closing the door him self. desks, the books, and the people. Joe, without appearing to, studied his man, closely "I thought so," he mutter ed, again. Barrows, the sa me fellow I slipped in Chicago I wonder if he's alone? No; most likely not After the way Barrows got fooled the other day Archbold isn't likely to trust him alone. Well, the bait has been caught. Now, I'll land my fish!" Yet this was something that the boy did'nt seem in any hurry about doing. He read on, for some :fifteen minutes, purposely tiring the patience of the begoggled wretch, who, from one o f the nearby desks, was watching him. While reading, our h e ro started a conver sati on, odd moments, with the man seated next to him. His face was a ll sm ile s as he turned to the surprised girl. "See here," beamed Joe, holding out a five-dollar bill, "this is a little trick I'm playing on some friends. All I want you to do is to take me down to the back yard, wher e I can get over fence and away. If anybody rings the bell and inquiries, please don_'t give 'em any satisfaction "It must be a good joke, to b e worth that much," l a u ghe d the g irl. "It is," smi l ed Joe, as he followed h e r downstairs. "I'll win the bet, if you h elp me by keeping quiet. What num ber is this? Forty-seven? I'll r emember. If you help me out well to-day, I'll be back again as soon as I can make the oot again." ''Well," smiled Joe, at last, "I've got to s top reading for Promising to pe "smart," the girl led him into the backto day. Got pleasanter bus iness on hand. A call to make yard watched him scramble over the back fence into a n "Judging by your face," smiled Joe's neighbor, "it's a open lot and then went back into the house young lady." Joe having shaken pursuit, caught the first hansom he "Why, p e rhaps it is," laughed Joe saw. He r eached tbe Grand Central D e pot just in time to He returned his book to the desk, then stro lled out of the find him self seated in a Pullman car as the Chicago express library, well aware that the man behind gree n goggles-pulled out. Barrows, the sa me who had thrown him from the train"Just at this moment," laugh e d the boy, quietly t o him was close in his wake. self, "I reckon there's a close but puzzled watch on that Out on the st reet Joe walked unconcernedly along. house that I vanished into. And mside of another hour, I He knew that Barrows was behind him in th e crowd reckon, Mrs. Rachael Underwood will b e answering a te leHe knew, also, that a cab on the street had sta rted behind gram b y hustling east come and claim her ward! Oh, him, and that the horse was b e ing walked ju s t fast e nough j that's good! \V ort h all the clays that it took to work it righU to keep our hero in sight of the driver. Luncheon ?" he repeated, looking up at the white apro n e d

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20 LIVING IN HIS HAT. waiter, who held out a meal list to him. "Luncheon? You bet! I'm hungry to eat a ton!" "These are not an interesting looking lot of passengers," Joe decided during the afternoon. "I don't believe there'll be much excitement on this trip." The only passenger who caught Joe's eye at all was a stout elderly man, with a firm face and hard-set jaws "He looks like a capitalist, a money king," decided ,Toe. "Probably some big man in the irnmey-world. But there' s nothing intere s ting or exciting about him. 'fhis' ll L e a or three passengers s t a r ted hurriedly through the train, others, under the direction of the spruce young rnrn, made as comfortab l e a bed a s they could on the floor for i.he s tricken milliqnaire. J oc, no need of his service s, was watching, quietly, but 1rith keen eyes. .'.. physician came, pronounced Mr. Arnold seriou s ly _ill, and J i d all h e could to restore the old m a n 'to consciou s ness. "Do a ll you can for him, doctor. Money is no object," urgeJ the man, in a voice so a nxiou s that it trembled. 'ff1cn the spruce young man rea ched down Mr. Arnold's top-coat and pi.eked up the old man' s satc hel. He turned, as if to start back into the car where the s trick en man's seat was. But now Joe Bord e n broke to the front. "Hol d on," suggested our hero, laying a rather heavy "lrnnd on the arm of the spruce young man. "Where a r e you going with that coat and bag?" "Back to Mr. Arnold's seat with them, if it's any of busine ss, retorted the spruce one, looking angrily at the boy. "What right have you to mov e those articles?" "Right?" gasped the spruce one, with well-pretended amazement. "Right? I'm Mr. Arnold's private secre tary." "Does he know it?" asked Joe, quietly. "What do you mean?" Now a second man, right behind young Borden, whi& pered warningly: "Keep out of thi s l you don't, il'll cost you your life!" "I'm u sed to that," spoke Joe, unconcernedly, and aloud, as he turned full upon the whisperer. "Did you address me?" asked this second man, in well pretended surprise. "Not particularly," returned the boy, with a shrug of his s houlders. "But you, young-man-with-the-bag, you'd b et ter put it back where you found it. You say you're the pri vate secretar y--" "I am Armstrong is my name." "Well, Mr. Armstrong, when this old man is unconscious i s a bad time to move his particular property. l you at tempt to tak e it out o f the I shal l appeal to the ductor and the other passengers. You claim to be the em ployee of the sick man, but no one here knows that you ever saw Mr. Arnold before this morning." "I know him to be the man he says he is," boldly put in t h e man who had just threatened our hero. "You?" demanded Joe, turning upon the second fellow. "Why, you're the fellow who just threatened my li fe if I didn't keep quiet. Gentlemen"-and by this term our hero addressed all the curious passengers who were crowding about-" I think you will all agree with me that this bag and overcoat ought to remain here in the car until thi.s sick man comes to and identifies his secretary You will n otice that the train is s lowing up for a stop. What would hap pen if the sick man sho uld come to in half an hour, only to find that two g lib strang e r s had gotten away with his valuable property?" "Right!" nodded the conductor, himself taking the bag and the coat. "These things stay here until the gentleman comes to." Though Armstrong and his companion protested loudly, Joe observed that they took no more interest in the sick man. As soon a s the s top was made at the sta.tion, the pair vanished swiftly. By and by the physicianbrought the s ick man around, though the latter was still weak. And now the sufferer was asked about his private secre tary. "Secretary?" gasped Mr. Arnold. "I didn't have one with me."

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. it The physician explained had prevented the lift"I'm back earlier than I had hoped," Joe replied. "That's ing of the coat and bag. because, accidently, I got the money that I needed." "Trie d to steal it, did they?" shrieked the old man, who "You do everything that you start to do/' cried B et h was now seated in a chair. "Hand me that bag at once!" admiringly. The physician helped him to unlock the satchel. "What's the use of failing?" asked Joe, dril y "The After nervou s ly fumbling inside, Mr. Arnold announced: big men in any line are big just because they don't fail as "Everything i s all right. But that was a lucky escape often as other people." Then the conductor presented Joe. Mrs. Blies, who, at Joe's request, had followed Beth into "Young man,'' saicl Arnold, weakly, "you've got both the the parlor, laughed. g ri t and the brains. We'll be in Chicago soon I wish you "I've heard a good deal about the way you don't fail, Mr. would come with me as far as my home. The n I'll know Borden,'' announced the landlady. that rm to get there safely." "Oh, it's never safe to bra.g," replied Joe, modestly. Arrived at Chicago, Joe and the physician attended to Once in a while I ste p on a banana peel." getting Mr. Arnold to hi s home in a cab. "What do you do that for?" asked the rather slowwitted It was a handsome mansion into which the stranger s landlady. 'rerc ushC'rcd. "Oh, Just to s how that I'm human," Joe returned \i'hil e the physician went to Mr. Arnold's own rooms with Beth laughed merrily him, Joe 1ras asked to wait in the library. Then, as Joe did not appear in a hurry to make a n y anHere, within a quarter of an h our, Joe was confronted nouncement, she inquired: by a young man who smiled grave l y at him. "What have you been doing?" "I am 1\lr. Taylor, 1\lr. Arnold's real secretary,'' came "Enjoying myself," the boy smiled. the anno unc emen t. "That's what you liv e for, i sn't it?" "How is Mr. Arnolr1, after hi s h eart attack r" queried "That and excitement," he admitted Toe. "You'd better sett l e down, then,'' hinted the l andlady "Heart attack?" smil ed Taylor. "I never knew him to "Get a nice position and liv e as other folk s do." hRve one. He is a thoroughly healthy man. He was "It would .be awfully dull!" protested the boy who lived drugged on the train-drugged by means of a cigar." in h i s h at. "I thought it was a scheme something like lhat, nodded ; "Some day some young lady will change your mind, and the boy. 1 make you sett l e clown," announced Mrs. Bliss, triumph" Naturally, Mr. Arnold feels thal lie c a n l)C\"CI" U iank you j antly. enough. Of course you don't know what in lha t s a t c hel, Joe chati:ed for some minutes as if he had nothing o u t and there i s no ne ed of telling you. Bu!, that y ou have of lhc usual on hi s mind. perform ed a great service for my employer may best be Beth, though anxious to know what was coming, asked n o proved by the fact that he has directed me to hanc1 you more questions. this." "Sister Beth," began Joe, suddenly, "do you r ealize that "This" proved to be a little pile of ten one-hundred c1ol-we a r e a pair of infants? lar bills. "Of course you are,'' broke in the talkative l andla dy. "I expected somethi n g like this," Joe smi l ed to himself. "All chi ldren are infants under the law until they' r e "When a fellow is after money on his travels, it pays to twenty-one travel first-c la ss. There's always more money in the Pull"In what way have we been infants?" Beth que r ied. man car s." "Well, 'YOU were afraid of your guardian, Mrs. Und e r-He thanked 'I'aylor and his employer heartil y, then asked wood." for the address of a reliable lawyer. "I s till am afraid of h e r,'' Beth confesse d mak ing a To that address J de went in a cab. Crossing the city in wry face. this fashion there was less danger of being recognized. "You don't need to be." He found the law yer, had a satisfaet ory talk then took "Why not?" the cab again, this time to a railway station "Why, there's a littl e point of law that neit her of u s It was late in the afternoon when Joe left Chica.go. ever happened to know about. A minor who is over four -It was mid-evening when h e kno c ked at the door of the teen i s allowed to choose hi s own guard i an. If he has o n e house where Beth was passing thes_e days. he doesn't trust, he, or she, can petition the court to ap----point a new guardian. In a l most case it is done w h e n CHAPTER IX. the minor make s the request and furnishes any reas on TRAPPED. "You?" cried Beth her face wreathed in del i ghted s miles, as she entered the little parlor, holding out her hand. that's a bit of good." "And I can get out of Mrs. Underwood's clutches ?" cried the girl. "So I'm to l d by the lawyer t hat I cons u lted in C h icag o this morning."

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. "And then Mrs. Underwood would be obliged to tum over my fortune to the new guardian?" "Every penny of it. And she'd have trouble over any money she couldn't account for." "How do I go' about such a s tep? Beth demanded, eager ly. "You're going to Chicago with m e to-morrow morning. The lawyer there will attend to the rest. Mrs. Bliss, will } ; ou be ready to go with Miss Bronson? You'll be paid, of course The landlady, who had not been in Chicago for years, gladly agreed to a trip at someone else's expense. "Then, if Mrs Bl iss can give me a room h e r e to-night," suggeste d Joe I shall be on hand for the stai-t in the Instanlly, there came a aeaening crash A jet of flame s hot into the room under the raised sill of that window. "Oh; Jupitet !" 11:iotlr1ed Joe, s harply Fot lln instnnt he stood still, both his hands flying to his forehead. Then he tln:tletl blindly, reeled; plunged foll to the floor with
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LIVING IN HIS HAT. 23 "No one stirring on tliis quief street," muttered one of the pair, as they dropped limp Beth on a seat inside the cab. "Now, back to look in that youngster's shoes." But that corpse, the in stant that it was left alone, had acted in a most unaccountable fa sh ion. The instant that his enemies pa ssed through the door way with Beth Joe sat up swiftly Winking one eye at the wall, he sto le out into the dark hallway. Here they were, COfiling back. There was anothef room, off the hallway at the othe r side, and in darkness. With a quick twist of the doorknob, Joe s lipped into this dark room, halting just by the door with hi s hai1d on the uncaught knob. Into the parlor trod the two assassins, l ooking for their victim. "Thunder!" "Who did it?" gasped the other crook "We've been tricked. He wasn't kill e d." "But that bullet-hole in his for e head ---" "Some trick. Quick There he goes now Joe's flying feet could be heard "1 the grave l outside. J His two enemies r eached the front door of the cottage just in time to see Joe, after a coBvulsive look inside the cab, fair l y leap for the driver's box. Slash! That whip tame .down with cruel force on the horse's back. "Here! Stop!" "We'll shoot The clatter of hoofs, the rnll of wheels chimed in well with Joe's taunting voice that floated back: "Shoot, and be--blessed !" Joe and outfit were head e d like li ghtning down the street, in a mad rattle and jang le of liv ery belongings. Realizing that their adversary had gotten out of range of pocket pistols, n eithe r of the desperadoe s fired "Beat it, Dick!" chattered one to the other. "Sprint!" "We can't catch him!" paJlt ed the other, as the pair broke into a dead run. "Perhaps not unless he has an accident-a breakdown!" But Joe, guiding the horses swiftly, though with a ca. u tious hand, was taking sp lendid care that he did n ot have a breakdown. In leaving the cottage behind his first mad thought had been to dash for the railway station. But the next second's thought told him that late trains would not stop at this li ttle village. On a broad, firm highway, at last, Joe felt that this road must lead to some l arger town in the distance. Yet, between tI1e gallop and the fast trot, he showed this pair of horses l ittle mercy until three mi les bad b een covered Then leaped down, wheeling and reaching out for the cab door "Beth!" he cried, anxio u sly, pulling the door open. Inside there was a :flutter of feminine clothing, then a tremulous voice cried out: "Oh, Joe!" Beth sprang forward. Two impulsive arms found thei r way around his neck. "Oh, Joe, I'm so glad they didn't kill you!" "They would have," laughed the boy, coolly. "Only I happened to see that muzzle just in time to dodge aside the second before the fellow pressed the trigge r. A miss i s as good as a mile, you know, Beth!" "A miss! With that g r eat ugly wound still gaping a nd bleeding in your forehead !" shuddered the girl. "Is it?" demanded Joe, calmly "We' ll stop it then." With his handkerchief h e gave his forehead a vigo rous rubbing. "There! Is it all right now?" he wanted to know, presenting his forehead for inspectiop Beth stared as if she believed herself to be dreaming. For, now, his forehead was wholly innocent of wound or sign of one. "What fearful nightmare has this been, then!" s h e sh ud dered, pressin g h er hand s over h e r eyes. 13ut Joe, catching her hands and drawing them away, made her look at him. "Tl:tere's nothing wonderful or st range about it, Beth gir l," he lau ghed, g l eefully. "It's just a little trick of tha acto r s that I ran across once. Haven't you ever at the theater, seen an actor reel and fall, and then afterwards s how the bleeding wound on his forehead, or over his heart?" "Yes; of course," Beth nodded almost dumbly. "Beth, I've been s hot at lately and a l s o threatened with being s hot. Before I left Chicago it struck me it might be worth while to have somet hin g to play" 'possum" with, if I got mixed up in any shooting. So I stopped in a store and had some wounds put up "Wounds?" repeated the girl, amazed "Sure thing,'' nodded Joe, cheerfully. "Just 'thin, soft wax capsules filled with red stuff, to look like blood. The wax itself is :flesh-colored. When you clap your hand to y.our head, or over your heart, you mash the wax caps ule against yourself. Then the crimson begins to flow. It's an easy fake. See, I have s ix of them l eft Want to see how one works?" But Beth strove to force him to r eturn the pa s teooard box to his pocket. "I haven't gotte n over the fright of seeing the last one work yet," she cried, tremulou sly. "It was queer,'' Joe went on, smiling l y "I jus t hap, pened to have one of these 'wounds' out of the box, and in my pocket, when I rose to look at that window. Say, wasn't the rest easy ?" In all that time the boy had passed not a single But now the :flagging gates of the animals told him that he must make at l east a brief halt. So he reined up at the roadside. "But my heart bumped when I heard you famt beside 1 me," the boy added, r egretf ully

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24 LIVING IN HJS HAT. "I didn't faint," Beth replied, very demurely. as they drove away from the depot in a cab. "Still, I'm "You didn't ?" going to take you to one of the biggest hotels in town, to the I didn't lose myself for an in s tant." Auditorium. We ought to be safe there, if anywhere in "It was a mighty good imitation, then." Chicago. I'll have the clerk wake one of th,e housekeepers "That's just what it was," Beth laughed, her eyes twink to share your room with you, so that you'll be looked after. l i ng And in the morning-off for the lawyer 's office. Then, I "Trust a girl to throw a trick faint, any time," uttered hope, dear girl, your troubles will be done with." Joe, grimly. "But why did you do it, Beth?" At the g1:eat Auditorium, Beth was soon installed, with "So as not to draw unwelcome attention to myse l f." one of the hotel's keepers for her chaperone. Bu t when they picked you up to carry you out--" But Joe, though he engaged a :roC1ID\for himself, felt any"I was ready to go, then," Beth answered, with a flash of thing but sleepy. fire in her eyes. "I'm wild-eyed from the dizzy pace of excitement that "Ready to go?" echoed dazed Joe "Why?" I've beeI\ traveling," he told himself, grimly, as he strolled "So that I could keep with the murderer s as I thought restles s ly up and down the hlg lobby. "It I keep on, I'll them, until I coul d denounce them to the officers!" soon be in some quiet bug-house retreat. But what a brick "Jupiter! Great Jupiter!" of a girl Beth is! She's worth a heap more trouble than Joe gazed at this quiet, jolly, s unny faced girl with ever I've had on her account!" increasing admiration. "I wonder if Archbold and Mrs. Underwood are scouring "So Archbold found us out, even hidden "'.here I was?" New York in searc h of Beth and me grinned the boy. Beth shi vered, an instant later. "But Archbold will get a telegram some time tonight that "He didn't send those fellows there for us, Beth," Joe will t e ll him where to look for us. Tha.nk heaven, New replied. "They b e long to. his crowd, that's all. Crooks, York is so far from C hicago that h e can't make the trip probab ly, whom Archbold, as a s lick lawyer, often helps before we get to the lawyer tomorrow. And after the morn to keep out of jail. No; they weren't l ooking for you ing, I'll try to see if I can't get the lawyer to receive Beth there, but they recognized us both." into hi s own home for the present. That ought to be a "Then how--" good, safe place for her-if any is safe against Arch "W a i t just a moment, dear girl. I want to look at the bold and hi s crew of rascals!" horses and see if they're fit to go ahead." Outside cab had drawn up, a few yards below the enJ oe came back in a twinkling. trance "There's a lot of go left in those animals yet. Want A man and a woman came toward the door, but suddenly to r ide on the box with me,. Beth?" the man, looking inside, drew his back out of She gave him her hand, laughingly, to be helped up be-the range of light. side him "We're in luck !" chuckled the man. "This is going to be mighty cozy," nodded Joe, with "What?" satisfaction "Now, we can talk as we drive along." "Don't get forward into the light, but just peer in and He told Beth, unre served ly, now, all that had happened get a glimpse of the young man seated, all by himself, to him since he had first l eft her with Mrs. Bliss. a gains t the lobby wall over the re." Beth,_ on her s ide, had next to nothing to tell him "Well?" questioned woman, after looking. "It seems strange, doesn't it," she asked, "to be riding "'fhat's the very fellow we're looking for!" through the United States like this, and almo st afraid for "You don t mean--" our lives'?" "That meddlesome, gritty, lucky youngster-the boy who "Anyone can be afraid who has the Archbold crowd after lives in his hat--->Joe Borden!" whispered Lawyer Archbold, him," muttered young Borden. "I never before heard of triumphantly. a gang as bad as this one. Archbold must be a good deal His companion, Mrs. Underwood, who did not remembe r more than just a slick lawyer for crooks. He must lead f!-n to have seen the hoy, leaned forward and peered again. organizatiqn of the most desperate men out of prison." "I'll take you around to the ladies' entrance," whispered Their drive was without further adventure. the lawyer, drawing his companion away. "You can go up A few miles further on they reached a large town into the ladi es' parlor and get your room." F rom here they were able, almost at once, to boa.rd a "And you ?" t r ain for Chicago "I shall need no room tonight," barked the lawyer, sav "We've got to leave the horses standing where they are," agely, ":I shall be awake tonight. So shall my wits l I've muttered Joe, as he led the girl towal'd the train. "People got to take this lucky chance to stifle that boy forever I" who l et out cabs to fellows like the ones who had that cab m u st take their chances of ever seeing their rig again." It was after one in the morning when they reached Chi c ago. CHAPTER XI. GOLD BRICKED. But Joe, though he did not turn his head noticeably, had "I don't look for troub l e new, Beth," whispered the boy, seen his enemy.

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. J 25 Instantly, all the old love of fight and clever adventure, surged up in the youngster who lived in his hat. Joe, with his eyes half-closed, and seemingly gazing dreamily at the wall opposite, began to resolve plans in his mind. "So mine enemy won't have to be called over from New York. He's here already-and knows I'm here! There ought to be something interesting happen before morning." Joe began to sharpen his wits. "Archbold won't attack me in the hotel lobby, or send anyone else on the job," murmured the young schemer to himself. "While I stay here I'll be safe. But I don't want to be too safe after this. So far Archbold has kept himself away from any evidence that would put him behind bars. Yet I shall never be wholly safe until he does go to living on the other side of prison bars. He isn't the kind of man ever to forget a grudge." After thinking busily, without a definite plan, Joe de cided to wait where he was, doing nothing, for the present. will force Archbold to show his own mind, if he's going to get impatient tonight." But an hour dragged by. It was now nearly three o'clock in the morning, yet there was no sign of any plan of cam paign on the part of the lawyer. "Blazes!" uttered the boy, incredulously. "I wonder if he's going to let me sit here until morning, and nothing doing?" Even at this hour of the night there were many passers by on the street. Chicago never sleeps. Yawning, at last, Joe rose and sauntered towards the entrance. Outside, he saw nothing su.spicious-Nothing to indicate that Archbold had ordered his young adversary watched "What does it mean?" puzzled Joe. "ls he really afraid to have me tackled in a public place like this?" It certainly seemed as if either the, lawyer had abandoned all thoughts of attack for the present, or else he was play' ing a far deeper game than the boy could fathom. A policeman came along, swinging his club lazily. Espying Joe, he saunte r ed toward the hotel entrance. "Turning day into night?" asked the cop, with a grin. "No," Joe smi led. "Simply don't feel a whole lot like sleep-that is all." "I envy you, then," gasped the officer, hiding a yawn behind his hani].. "I'm so drow sy I d give a day's pay for a nap." "Perhaps I'd be sleepy if I had to stay awake," laugh ed Joe. "I've been thinking of hiring a messenger boy to walk around with me and keep me awake," gaped the policeman, hiding another yawn behind his sleeve. "Only I'm afraid (gape) that the boy might be so sleepy himself that (gape) I'd haveto' work to keep him walking." "How far i s your beat?" asked Joe. "Two blocks down that way, and one block up the replied the cop, pointing. "Just that short beat?" "That's all." "I shou ld think it would make you drowsy," symp:ithized Joe, "going back and forth over the same paving blocks all night." "Take a stroll down to the end of the post with me?" invited the cop, swinging his stick, lazily. Sure nodded Joe. It would not take long. Apparently, after all, there would be nothing else doing this night that was nearing its end. "Not much crime around this part of the town, eh?" asked Joe, as they walked, the policeman tl'ying doors as he went along. "Not enough to keep a feller awake," grumbled the man in blue. "A good street fight, now-that might have a good, rousing effect." Joe himself began to gape, from the force of the other's habit. "Look at all these fine stores," grumbled the cop. "And not a burglar trying to break into one of 'em! Not a bit of excitement on this beat. I wish I was back on the old stockyards beat!" They had gone more than a block away now, or nearly to the end of the officer's beat in that direction. But sudden ly the policeman stopped, with someth ing like a look of interest. They had come upon a b11sement door just ajar. "Crooks at work?" whispered the policeman, questi1mly. "Hope so-for your sake," returned joe, dryly. "Nit! Nothing of the sort! Nothing but carelessness," retorted the policeman, disgustedly. "Just a chance to re port that I found a door open and closed it. Rats! Wait a second, and I'll be up." Heavily tpe poli9eman descended the basement steps, then tried the door. "Have you seen one of these new, patent, self -closing locks?" called up the officer. "I don't know as I know the kind you mean,'' Joe replied "Come down and take a look at it before I close the door." Nimbly Borden ran down the stairs It was dark down there. "Strike a match, and get a good look," advised the cop. But Joe, instead, bent forward over the lock. Grip He felt himself seized in a masterful clutch from behind. At the first clutch Joe's wind was shut off by that deadly hold on his throat. Almost in the same second, squirming an d fighting, the boy was lifted and carried over the threshold. "Get him!" whispered Joe's captor to someone inside. Click! "That basement door closed behind them. Other hands had seized the frightened boy, but held him as secure ly. All in the dark Joe felt himself borne along for some di stance over the floor, then down a long flight of steps to a sub-cellar. Overhead a door closed, as Joe and his carrier descended.

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2 6 LIVING I:N" HIS HAT. "Got him ? called up an an x iou s voice from below that II night t h e o n e in uniform watche s until the r e gular offic er made Borden start. on the beat ha s gone by. Then he and the fake cop watch "Yes," was the chuckling reply to Archbold' s hail. "I gold-bfiCked him all right with the police uniform!" Flare! Down in the sub-cellar a gas jet s hot up its illuminating ray. "Let him go now," urged the man in police uniform, who was following Joe's present carri e r "He can't get a way. Nobody but us'll hear him if he yells way down here He's safe and jugged." Joe was put on his feet, white to the gills, but grit all the way through, despite the fatal odds against him "I want a good look at the boy," j eere d Lawy e r Archbold, stepping forward. "So's to see if I'm the same one?" challenged our hero. "The same one, impudence and all," gri tte d Archbold, then stood surveying the boy, with an evil s mile. "You've spoiled my game, s o far, at every turn," snarled the lawyet "But you never will again. The time has come to sett l e with you!" "What's the grudge?" d ema nded Joe, audaciously. "I can tell the full amount better," snapped Archbold, "when I find out whether you've got one thing that I want. lUake the boy sit down," Archbold went on, tu rnin g to his two accomplice s "Get those shoes of his off." "Oh, I'll take 'em off for you," proposed Joe, obligingly, dropping to a seat on a box near the li ghted gas -j et. "I suppose you would!" sneered Archbold. "You'd h e lp willingly and then, in a twinklin g, tear up the very paper that I hope to find you are st ill carrying in one of your shoes!" "Do you think I'd pla y trick s down here, Archbo ld, where you've got everything your own way?" "I'm not going to give you ahy chance to, anyway," said the lawyer, cunningly. "Here, you men, take those shoes off for him-and be mighty careful that h e doesn't get a chance to lay his fingers on anything that's in the shoes now." a sigh Joe leaned bac k against the wall, folding his arms "Archbold," he remarked "I"m no squealer. / The game is again s t me, and I've got sense enough to give up. Let your men help themselves to all that they tind against me." For an instant the lawyer r egarded the boy suspicious ly. Yet Joe's face was so woe-begone in its look that the rascal concluded that he really had what he wanted to find close at hand. "While these men are going through my shoes, Arch b old," hinted the boy, drily, "you might as well be decent and enlighten my very n at ural c urio sity on one point." "Perhaps I will," jeered the lawyer. "If this fellow of yours in uni form i s only a fake police man, how does he dare to walk the st r eets and chance run ning into other cops?" "It's a little game my friends have just got up for them sel ves," smiled the lawyer. "One of my own invention, 1 may add. They have hired th e basem ent above for pre te n ded business They al s o have this sub-cellar. Late at until some man comes along-one who looks half drunk works b est-and they coax him down into the area -way. They get him down in the base ment and go through him. Around h e re in the hotel district there's sometimes rich picking in the night time." "What happens to the victim afterwards?" Joe de m a nded. "Oh, he 's drugged down here, slipped into a cab up in the st re et, driv e n off to some other place and dumped. When the v ictim comes to, he can't remember where the trick was clone. Thi.s place has earned a few thousand dollars in the l ast two months "And you got the game up?" "Yes. "And have you an interest in it?" "Oh, I get some of the profit from this, and from all of the games I start," repli ed Archbold, coolly. "So that, while you pretend to b e a lawyer, and yet never have 1 case in cour t, your real business is to launch c rook s in new path s of crime?" demanded Joe, amazedly. "Why, that summing -up describes my business rather well, I guess, n smiled Archbold. "Yet you live in a country town?" "It's better to live away from the folks I deal through." Joe's shoes were off by this time. 'l'h e r e was nothing in e ith e r of them. "Off with the socks too, then," directed Arch bold Out of the right sock came a neatly-folded piece of paper upon which the l awyer pouncej with an eager cry. "This is the pa pe r I lo st-tpe paper you got from me cried Archbold, his face g lowin g dark red in hi.s d e light. "After all the trouble you've given me it has come back to me!" "Now that you 've won out," asked Joe, "are you going to be merciful?" "That's a word we don't use much-my allies and I," rejoined the l awyer, smi ling meaningly at his two hench m8n. '"What are you going to do with me now?" a s ked ,Joe, in a voice of sudden alarm "What do you expect? "How shou ld I know?" "Guess!" "Well, you may keep me prisoner here for a f e w days "Longer than that!" "Why l onger?" questioned Borden, quickly. "You've won. I couldn't l:ieat you again now." "I'm not so sure of that," rejoined Archbold. "At all events, I don't mean to take any chances." "What then?" "Borden, you've taken your last look at the world above you! Joe starte d to hi s feet, his lips quivering. "Archbold, do you mean--?" "Grab him!" ordered Archbold of the fake policeman.

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LIVING IN HIS HAT. 2'1 Joe found it useless to struggle in the hands of that giant of strength. "'Lift the trap!" continued the lawy er, addressing his other henchman. That fellow, gripping an iron ring that lay in the floor ing, raised a trap-door some two feet in diameter. Through the opening, as the fake policeman forced Joe to it, came a damp, offensive odor. "Can you guess what it is?" asked Archbold, without feeling "A still deeper cellar?" quavered the boy. "This hole," announced the lawyer, with evil coolness, "gives a ten-foot drop down into one of the big sewers of Chicago!" Joe's hearing, acute to a depree in this awful peril, made out below the sound of moving water. "If I can only land right down there, when they pitch me," groaned the young prisoner, inwardly, "I may be able to wade or swim to safety Merciful heaven! What a place in which to be battling for life! Yet the chance i s worth the hope!" In the next instant Archbold dashed that hope. "Bring the ropes and tie ]1im ordered this arch :fiend. "And the weight, too, s o that he'll sink whe n be strike s the water down there. This troublesome youngster s hall never both e r me again." .Toe Borden was almost dazed with terror whe n he felt him self thrown to the floor. Hi8 last hope of safety had been foreseen and cut off from him: CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. Joe did not offer to struggle. Where was the use? He was helpless, and knew it. The numbness of despair was a,bout his h eart as he felt the last kriots being tied over his wrists. Then he felt these heartless scoundrels looping the rope over his bare angles. "Seems too bad, doesn't it?" asked Archbold, softly, mockingly. "Yet you must remember, Bord en, that you went into this lone-handed against men of experience. As one who has proved his gameness, of course you don't mur mer now, at the last draw of cards ." Joe Borden did not answer. With the end of life at hand, talk seemed utterly senseless. "We seem to have the folks here just where we want them!" rang a loud voice. ln an instant Joe's captors started up, well-ni g h for getting all about the boy. Over there by the flaring gas-jet, at the foot of i.he cellar stairs, full half a dozen broad-shouldered men moved into sight. Everyone of them had a revolver in hi s right hand. Two, in addition, carried flas h-lamps. > "Y nu chaps over there will put your hands up quick, if you e ver want to see as much as the sidewalk above I" rang the dry, sh.a;rp command of the foremost of these new comers. Right up, now!" With no many glistening muzzles turned on them, even .Archbold obeyed. "Well, that's righ t now," approved the leader of the new comers. As rapidly as the thing could be done, ha'.lldcufl's had been slipped over the wri&ts of the three prisoners. "Had a case right on hand, did Y<{U ?"nodded the leader, as one of his men bent over to free our hero. "A boy, at that! You took pretty sma ll game somet imes, didn't you ?"' ''Police, I suppose?" questioned overjoyed Joe. "The real, Simon -pur e police, this time," laughed the officer in charge. "'.Bnt how did they come to rope you in here, and what for? You're not intoxicated, like the peop l e who usually form the game for this gang." "I reckon you're asking for a good deal longer story than you've got time to listen to just now," replied Joe, sitting down on the floor to put on his shoes and stockings "But you want to keep a particularly good eye on that tall chap H e's a pretended lawyer out at Blythe City, but he's an organizer for crooks on a big scale. I can tell you plenty aboui:, him. I a victim decoyed in here tonight to be robbed. I was gotten in here for the settling of a g rudge." "But you'll be robbed of one thing, now," jeered Arch bold, harshly :fixing his glittering, dark eyes on the boy's face. "Do you realize, Borden, that this story of the cipher key to that gold claim will get into an the papers now? The police will :find that paper on me. The reporters will copy it and print it. The secret that you've fought so hard to save be telegraphed all over the country within the next few hours!" ( "Archbold," laughed the boy, "let the reporters print the information on that piece of paper as widely as they care to. It won't hurt anyone, or do anyone any good. Are you fool enough to suppose that it's the right slip. It's one that I fixed up, in case I ever fell into your hands, or those of your crew The real pa.per? Beth Bronson and I com mitted to memory the contents of the real paper. Then we burned. it!" Leaving two of their number behind to search the place, the rest of the police now took their prisoners to the near est police station Joe was obliged to go along, as a witness, but was re leased later on, by frankly telling all ahout himself and promising to be on hand for the trial. It was full daylight when Joe, s0mewhat sleepy, at l ast, stepped in through the entrance of the hotel once more. an hour or more, Joe slept in his room, with a well. tipped porter standing by as guard. Then the porter roused Joe, who, after a bath, sent to Beth's room to learn if she would join him at breakfast Beth would, and did. Yet, hungry as she was, she al most forgot to eat while Joe unfolded that wonderful story of the night's doings. Then, later they were conveyed to the lawyer's /

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28 LIVING IN HIS HAT. Proceedings for a change of guardian for Beth were in stituted at once. \ Mrs. Underwood, who attempted to leave the city for parts unknown, was watched by detectives and prevented from getting away. Soon after it was discovered that she had embezzled at l east fifty thousand dollars, or a quarter of her former ward's fortune. That faithless woman is now in prison. Archbold got there,' too, at last, and it will be another twenty years before he has any chance to see life beyond prison walls. Stokes escaped the law, for lack of proof, but punished himself in his own way by drinking himself to death. Barrows was killed in a railroad accident. The pair of scoundrels, who had done their best to kill Joe at Mr s Bljs s's house turned footpad s soon after. In holding up one citizen, their victim put up such a fight that he had to be shot The yeggmen have bee n lost in the shuffle. Doubtless they have been caught e lsewhere, and have gone the way of the transgre ssor. Lawyer Edgerton, who handled Beth's case for her, was finally appointed her n e w guardian, at the girl's request . When the decks were clear again, for new action, Joe put into operation his plan for securing that unlocated Colorado mining-claim for Beth. Lawyer Edgerton supplied a trustworthy 'Uan to act as a "dummy." The lawyer and his wife, Beth and Joe, accompanied by the "dummy," made a vacation trip to Colorado There, after some traveling through rough coun'try, they found the claim. It was even richer vnan it had been reported to be. To day 1t is one of the most productive mines in Colorado. The man who served as "dummy" located the claim in his own name. Then, through Lawyer Edgerton, this "dummy" deeded the mine to Beth, in trust for h e r when she should reach the age of eighteen, which she has ju st done. And Joe? For the next few months, his craze both for travel and for adventure seemed to be fully s atisfied. Then at last, the longing for one more good round of the wide world came strongly upon him. He called upon Beth. "I'm getting restless," he told her. "Since we came back from the Colorado trip, I hardly know what to do. For a while I came near buying a trunk, looking for a job, and settling down." "Looking for a job ?n laughed Beth. "With all the cash that my guardian is going to allow you for having helped me to save the mine to myself. What do you want a posi tion for?" "I did want it, for the sake of having something to occupy my mind," Joe replied, sheepishly. "But I don't it any longer. I've just made up my mind to pack my hat full of head and start off again over the wide world. I leave to-morrow, go to New York, sail for France, ad from there I don't know just where the trip will take me." "Will it bring you around and back to Chicago, later on?" asked Beth, rather soberly. "That's one qf the things I've come to see you about, dear girl. Now, Chicago is a bully good place, while you're here. But you've no id\la, Beth, how gloomy Chicago would seem if you weren't here. See here, Beth, suppose, after this next trip, I come back ready to settle clown? Would you help make the town pleasant for a reformed traveler?" "I always try to." "But would you do it in the only way, Beth? For I shall never really s top living in my hat until I marry." "If I say yes, you'll settle down and give up roaming?" "Cross my heart, dear girl!" "I had always hoped that, if I married, Joe, my husband would take me roaming a bit with him." "Well, that's just what I mean," promised the young man, eager ly a s h e caught one of her hands between his two. "M aJTy me, Beth, when I get back from this trip, and after that I'll quit roaming-alone." It was not really hard to get Beth to agree. "For I don't really know any one I want, except you," she laughed, just before he kissed her. Joe was gone six weeks on that trip. A few weeks after that he and Beth were married, by the consent of Beth's guardian. Then, for the first time in his life, this world-wise young ster traveled with a trunk-two of his own, in fact, and several of his bride's. "Which way is the best fun in traveling?" asked Beth, one day "Guess!" was Joe's cautious answer. THE END, A rattling, grand sto ry of adventure, plot and counter plot will come next. "ALL FOR PRESIDENT DIAZ; OR, A HOT TIME IN MEXIGO," by that talented wri ter, Lieut. J. J. Barry, will b e published complete in No. ., 29 of THE WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, out next week! Thi s i s a story of the present troubles in Mexico, and of the thrilling, romanti c part played by two American boys who got badly mixed up in the s tirring affairs of the Mexican Government. A great story that you can't af ford to miss SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, YORK, and you will receive the copies you order oy return mail.

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' Everything I A. COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! These Books Tell You Each book oonsists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. Most of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explain ed in such a simple manner that any child. can thoroughly undeistand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjeds ment10ned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY THREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO i\lESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism; also h ow to cme all kinds of diseases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo ll ugo Koch; A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most ap proved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together w ith a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character by the bumps on the head. By Lao Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illu stra ted. HYPNOTISM. Nv. 83 HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and instrnctive information regarding the science of hypnotism Also expl a ining the most approved methods which are employed by the leading hypnotists of the world By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complet e buntipg and fishing guide ever publish ed It contains full in structions about guns, hunting dog s traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know how to row D .nd sail a bo::.t. Full instructions are given in this littl e book, together with in structions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. No. 17. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE. A complete treatise on the horse. Dtscribing the most useful ho rse s for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipes for Uiseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 48. HOW 'l'O BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A handy book for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By C. Stansfield Hicks. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true m e an ing of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and curious gamt>s of cards. A comp l ete boo k. No. 23. HOW 'l'O EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, from the little child to the age d man and woman. '!'his little book gives the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lu ck;; and unlucky Jays, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES.-Ever,Yone is desirous of knowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or misery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this little book. Buy one and be convinced. '.!'ell your own fortune. Tell the fortune of y,our friends. No. 76. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lin es of the hand, Qr the secret of palmistry. Also the secret of telling future events by aid of n1oles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME AN ATHLETEJ.-Giving full in struction for the use of dumb bells, Indian clubs, parallel bars, horizontal bars and various other me t hods of developing a good, healthy mu scle; containing ov e r sixty illustrations. Every boy ca n become strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained in this little book. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defense made easy. Containing over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the dirfer ent positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of these useful and instructive books, as it will teach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25. HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.-Containlng full instructions for all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. Eim\lrn c ing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. A handy and useful book. No. 34. HOW ro FENCE.-Containing full instruction for fencing and the use of the broadsworJ; also instruction in archery. Described with twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best posi tions in ft>ncing. A complete book. TRICKS WITH CARDS. j\To G1. TIOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing e>:plan:..l ard tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of JqJeC'ially prepared cards. By Professor Haffner. Illustrated. N<;>. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH OARDS.-Em bracmg all of tile latest and most de ceptive card tricks, with il lustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO l!'ORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.Oontainin!f deceptive Ca1d Tricks as performed by leading conjurors and mag1c1ans. Arrange d fo1 home amusement. Fully illustrated. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leadin" card tricks of the day also most popular magical illusions as performed by om: lea?mg mag1c1ans ; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as 1t will both amuse and instruct. No. 22. HOW 'l'O DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ sight explained bJ'. his former a ss istant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining ho\V the secret dial og ues were carried on b etwee n the magician and the boy on the stage ; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOi\IE A MAGICIAN.-Contajning the grandest as sortment of magical illusions ever placed before the public. Al s o tricks with cards. incantations, etc. :t-;o. 68 HOW 'l'O DO CHEl\IICAL T.l:UCKS.-Containing over one hundred highly amusing and iuotructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Containing over fifty of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also contain mg the secret of second sight. Fnlly illustrate d By A. Anderson. No._ 70. HOW '.1'0 l\lAKE l\lAGIC TOYS.-Containing full d1r ect10n s for makmg l\lagic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. By A. Ande rson. Fully illust.-ated. No. 73 . HOW. TO f?O TRICKS WITH NUIHBERS.-Showing many cunous tricks with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. .No 7_5. HO\y TO BECOME A CONJUROR. -Containing tricks with Dommos, Dice, Cups an.:l Balls, Hats etc. Embracing thirty -six illustrations. B y A. Anderson. No. 78. TO DO 'THE _BLAC K ART.-Containing a com. p lete description of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand, togethe r with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson. Illustrated. MECHANICAL, No. 29. HOW TO BECOME AN IN \TENTOR.-Every boy should ho, w o.ri_ginated. This book explains them all, examples m electnc1ty, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumatics, mec hanics, etc. 'l'he most instructive book published. No. HOW 'l'O BECOME AN ENGINEER.-Coutaining full mstruct1ons how to procee d in order to become a loeomotive en gi!leer; also for buildi_ng a locomotive; together with a full d escnpt10 n of everythmg an engmeer should know. No. 57. HOW TO MAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full directions ho, w to a B_anjo, Violin, Zither, ./Eolian Harp, Xylo ph.,,ne and other musical mstruments; together with a brief de scription of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or modern times. Profosely illustrated. By Algernon S. l!'itzgerald, for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing a description of the lantern, together with its l\isto ,ry and invention. Also full directions for its use and for painting slides. Handsomely illustratecl. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW 'l'O DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Containing complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricks. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTEJRS.-A most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use them, giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LE'l'TERS TO LADIES.-Giving complete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; also letters of introduction, 'notes and requests. No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LEJTTERS.-A wonderful little book telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and anybody yon wish to write to. Every young man and every young lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject; also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters.

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7HE S TAGE. No: 31. H(_)W TO BEUOME A SPEAKER.-C ontaining No. 4-1. THEJ BOYS O,ij, NEW YOJ:tK END MEN'S JOKE teen 11lustrat1 011s, giving the d ifferent positions r eq u is i t e to become BOO K.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the a good speaker, reader and e l ocutionist A l so con t aining g e ms from ID
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Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored A NEW ONE ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY PRICE 5 GENTS A UOPY This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-mad e men, and show how a boy of plu ck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every on e of this seri es contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine for the home, although each numb e r is replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists, and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Deal; or, The C.utest Boy In Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck ; or, The Boy Who Succeed ed. S A Corner In Corn ; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick. A Game ot Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. II Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lakeview. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor In Green River. 8 The Wheel ot Fortune ; or, The Re cord ot a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and or, The Young Brok ers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys Who Worked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny ; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy 12 A Diamond In the Rough ; or, A Brave Boy s Start In Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy In Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick ; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck ; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Young Trader In Wall itreet. 18 Pure Grit ; or, One Boy In a Thousand. 19 A Rise In Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy In Wall Street. 21 All to the Good ; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Boy of Them Al!. 23 Bound to Win ; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through ; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, The Young Sphinx of Wa11 Street. :;>II The Way to Su ccess; or, The Boy Who Got There. 2.7 Struck 011; or. The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; or, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. 30 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wa11 S t reet. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme ; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Cocos Island 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. 33 Playing to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy In Wa11 Street. 34 Tatters ; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy In the World. 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Rallroad. 37 Beating the Brokers; or, The Boy Who "Couldn't be Done." 38 A Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on Record 39 Never Say Die ; or, The Young Surveyor of Happy 40 Almost a Man ; or, Winning His Way to the Top. 41 Boss of the Market ; or, The Greatest Boy In Wall Street. 42 The Chance of His Life; or, The Young Piiot of Crystal Laka. 43 Striving for Fortune ; or, From Bell-Boy to Mllllonalre. 44 Out for Business; or, The Smartest Boy In Town. 45 A Favorite of Fortune; or, Striking It Rich In Wall Sheet. 46 Through Thick and Thin ; or, The Adventures of a Smart Bo;r. 47 Doing His Level Best; or, Working His Way Up. 48 Always on D ec k ; or, The Boy Who Made His Mark. 49 A Mint of Money; or, The Young Wall Street Broker. 50 The Ladder ot Fame; or, From Office Boy to Senat.or. 51 On the Square; or, The Success of an Honest Boy. 52 After a Fortune; or, The Pluckiest Boy in the West. 53 Winning the Dollars; or, The Young Wonder of Wall StreetJ. 54 Making His Mark; or, The Boy Who Became. President. For sale by all newsdealers, or wlll be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by F BA!IK TOUSEY, Publisher, .. 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill in the tollowing Order Blan\r and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by re-turn mall. POS'.rAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. ....... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: ... copies of WORK AND WIN, Nos ................................................................... " WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos .............................................. " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ....................................... ........ ,. " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos ................................ ." ..................... 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E AWAKE WEEKLY1 OMPLETE S'I'ORY EVERY .:1 .. ce 5 Cents, BY THE BEST AUTHORS Price 5 Cents HANDSOME ILLUSTRATED COVERS 32-PAGES OF READING MATTER ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY -.a Interesting Stories of Adventure in All Parts of the World TAKE NOTICE! .._ This handsome weekly contains intensely intere s ting stories adventure o n a great variety of subjects Each number is replete with rousing s ituations and lively incidents The heroes a r e bright, manly fellows, who overcome all obstacles by sheer force of brains and grit and win well m e rited success. We have secured a staff of n e w authors, who write these stories in a manner which will be a source of pleasure and profit to the reader Each number has a handsome colored illustration made b y the most expert artists. Large s ums of money are being spent to make t his one of the best weeklies ever publis liei:l .... Here is a List of Some of the Titles ..... 1 S mashing the Auto Record; or, Bart Wilson at the Speed Lever 17 The Keg of Diamonds; or, After t h e Treasure of t h e Caliphs. B y By Edward N. Fox. Tom Dawson. 2 ot1' the Ticker; or, Fate at a Moment's Notice. By Tom Dawson. 18 Sandow, Junior; or, The Boy Who Looked Puny. By Prof. O liver 3 I from Cadet to Captain; or, Dick Danford's West Point Nerve. Isy Oweu&. 4 or, Making Things Hum In Honduras. By 19 Won by Bluff ; or, Jac k Mason's Marble l!'ace. By Frank Irving. !<'red Warburton. 20 On the Lobster Shift; or, The H erald's Star Reporter. By A. 5 Written in Cipher; or, The Skein Jac k Barry Unravelled. By Pror. 21 Steel; or, A Yankee Boy in Corsica By O li v e r Owens. I:ieut. J. J. Barry. 6 Boys; or, Downing a Tough Name. By A. Howaql 22 Too Green to Burn; -or The Luc k of BE\ing a Boy. By Rob Roy. 7 Kicked oil' the Earth; or, Ted Trim' s Hard Luck Cure. By Rob 23 In or, The Boy Who Had Things Easy. By Fred 8 Quick; or, Ike Brown's Hustle at Panama. By Captain 24 One Boy in a Million; or, '.1.'he Tric k That Paid. By Edward N Hawthorn, U. S. N 1-'o::!.. 9 In the 'Frisco Earthquake; or, Bob Brag's Day of T error. By 25 In Spite of Himself; or, Serving the Russian Police. By Prof. Prof. Oliver Owens. Oliver Owens. 10 We, Us & Co.; or, Se eing Life with a Vaudevill e Show. By Ed-26 Kicke d into Luck; or, 'l'he Way Nate Got There. By Rob Roy. w1trd N. Fox. 27 The Prince of Opals; or, The Man-Trap of Death Valley. By A. 11 Cut Out for an Officer; or, Corporal' T e d in the Philippines. By Howard De Witt. Lieut. J J. Barry. 28 Living in H i s Hat; or, The Wide World His Home. By Edward 12 A Fool for Luc k ; or, The Boy Who Turned Boss. By Fred War-N. b urton. 13 'l'h e Great Gaul "Beat" ; o r Phil Winston' s Start in R eporting. By A. Howard De Witt. 14 Out for Go ld; or, 'l'he Boy Who Knew the D i fference By Tom Dawson. 1 5 The Boy Who Balked; or, Bob Brisbane's Big Kick. By Frank Irvi ng. 1 6 Slicker tnan Silk; or, The Smoothest Boy Alive. By Rob Roy. For sal e b y all newsdealers, or will b e sent to any address o n receipt o f price, 5 cen t s per c op y, in money o r p o s t a g e stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY. Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT .ANY BACK NUMBERS of our libraries, and cannot procure them from newsdeal ers, they can b e obtained from t h is office d i rec t C u t ou t and 1111 in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to y o u by re-turn mail. POSTAGE srrAMPS 'l'Al\:EN 'l'HE SAME AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New Yo rk. ... .. ............ 190 DEAn SrnEnclosed find ...... rrnt:< for whic h p l ease send me: . . copies of FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, N o s ..... . . ......................... " VVIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos .... . ........................................... 1. " WORK AND VIN, Nos ...... . ........ ............................ . ............. " W I L D WEST WEEKLY, N o s .............................................. ........ " PLUCK AND LUCK. Nos ......... ..................................... " SECRET SERVICE, NOS .... ............ ................................... " THE L IBERT Y B OYS O F 7 6 NOS . .......... ....................................... .. " T en Cen t Hand Bo oks No s .... ............................................... o Name .... .... ..... ., .... Street a nd No ...... .............. Town .......... State ... .... o